Raymond Thomas - The Young Swappers

Joel Pearson looked at his wife Sheilas nude body. She was lying sprawled out in the middle of their huge, king-sized bed. The longer that Joel focused his eyes on her rust-colored public mound, the more enticing she became to him.

He had spent most of the day testing his new automobile for an important race that weekend in Northern California, and the thing he needed most at that particular moment was a little relaxation to get away from the pre-race tension that always set in several days before he was to depart for a big automobile race.

The longer his eyes surveyed her pubic mound, the greater his interest became in reaching down and touching it.

For a moment his eyes focused on her lovely face. He liked her sparkling blue eyes, and her radiant bright red hair.

He had loved Sheila right from the first time that he had met her when both were students in high school. They had married just a few weeks subsequent to their graduation, at which time Joel got a job working full time at a garage.

In the five years that intervened, Joel made great strides in the field of race-car driving. At first he started out drag racing as a weekend hobby, but soon, after he began to acquire a reputation of excellence, he was able to branch out into the more lucrative field of big cars. From there he began enjoying a number of successes, and now they were able to share a luxury penthouse apartment in fashionable Westwood, not far from the U.C.L.A. campus.

Joel reached down with his left hand, allowing his fingers to move ever so slowly inside his wifes mound.

He touched her rust-colored pubic hair, then permitted his fingers to wind their way toward her vaginal walls.

He played with her pussy lips ever so affectionately, anticipating the moment at which he would let his tongue go to work on her mound.

He thrust his head forward, letting his lips come into fervent contact with hers.

Every time his lips ignited against her bright red, thick sensuous lips, he felt that much more like going all the way with her.

He slipped his tongue inside her mouth, letting it maneuver of its own accord.

At first it worked slowly, but not for long. His tongue generated steam, and before he knew it he was working it at its fastest possible level.

Back and forth the tongues collided, and as the French kissing continued, Joel began to work his fingers more quickly inside Sheila's pussy.

He could feel the beginnings of an orgasm. The moisture was surfacing rapidly in her box, encouraging Joel all the more with his finger efforts.

When he finally removed his tongue from Sheilas mouth, he was determined to put it to work immediately on her now overjoyed snatch, which was awaiting swift contact.

I want your pussy, Joel told her.

Be my guest, honey. After a hard days work, I guess youre entitled to do just about anything you want.

With no holds barred? he grinned.

No, Im not going to go quite that far, she laughed.

Joel recognized Sheila as a woman of restraint, which bugged him a little. He wanted to experiment in sex to the ultimate, whereas Sheila preferred drawing the line.

His head dropped down between Sheilas legs. Joel reached out with both hands, cupping his fingers fondly around her ass cheeks.

He thought about how great it would be to just once be able to slip his stiff penis high into her asshole. But that didnt appear to be a likely possibility, since she had always argued against that type of sexual communication.

So Joel decided to at least let his fingers roam over her buttocks. That was probably the closest, he anticipated, that he would come to fucking her asshole. At least for quite some time, until he could talk her into adopting a new lifestyle.

While his fingers pinched and squeezed her firm buttocks, his tongue went to work with a few well-timed preliminary strokes around her pussy.

He liked the fact that she was already a little wet down in her vagina, and that gave him all the more impetus to suck her snatch to climax.

His tongue darted steadily inside her mound, picking up momentum, sliding at a brisker level than before.

She was beginning to come alive to the sensations she was receiving. At first Sheila took things rather casually, as she generally did when it came to bedroom activity.

That was another point that rankled Joel a little. He wanted his beautiful wife to go out of her gourd with ecstasy in the same way that he did when it came to jumping under the sheets together. But Sheila was instead rather cool and calculating, something that miffed Joel a good deal. He wanted to just once see her let herself go in the early stages of a screw. About the only time she would really cut loose in the way that he wanted to see her do it was in the throes of climax.

His tongue continued to busily work around her mound, It would scrape against her wet pubic hairs, then sink into her pink vagina.

With every increasing stab, he found his activity that much more appealing.

His tongue efforts were just beginning to bear fruit when he decided on another course of action. Just as he observed his beautiful wifes hips rotating back and forth, swaying with his tongue movements, he released his tongue from her snatch and sank his teeth into her clitoris.

His intention was to do a little nibbling, which, he knew, would serve to get her that much hotter.

When he began the nibbling, he immediately observed that her hips and ass cheeks were gliding more quickly than before. He wasnt the least bit surprised. After five years of marriage, Joel was a very experienced 23-yearold. He knew his beautiful Sheila very well.

As his teeth continued to consistently find the range, gnawing with just the right amount of force on her pussy lips, Joel thought about the fact that Sheilas was about the only pussy that he really knew.

He had had only a few casual affairs with girls at school when he met Sheila.

He began dating her steadily, and-the two of them had remained inseparable companions ever since. He recalled going to prostitutes once or twice when his wife was away on vacation when he was away at a race, but that was about the extent of it. His entire sex life was wrapped around one woman, his beautiful wife.

He finally withdrew his teeth from her clitoris. He felt that it was time to put his tongue back to work, to allow it to slice away against her mound.

He had succeeded in heating her up, and it now boiled down to a question of just when she would explode her juices inside his mouth.

Joel worked his tongue quickly, not wanting to waste one solitary minute. He was eager to get his gorgeous wifes pussy juices.

His tongue kept on working at an arduous clip. Before he knew it he was beginning to feel a little bit tired from his speedy efforts, but kept going on the basis of the fact that he realized it would not be long before she would juice inside his mouth.

His fingers worked their way toward her breasts. He clutched at the firm folds of flesh, enjoying touching them, as he always did. While his fingers continued wrapping around her breasts, he felt her body begin to spasm.

At that point he braced himself, recognizing that Sheila would be juicing quickly inside his mouth.

When he heard her heave a prolonged sigh, Joel recognized that the time had arrived.

Quickly he switched his fingers from her breasts to her ass cheeks. Through some kind of instinctive process, he had come to enjoy clasping his fingers around her hot butt as she was exploding her juices in his mouth.

Joels eager tongue went to work collecting the desserts of his efforts. He swallowed every precious droplet from her mound, then withdrew his tongue.

Now that Joel had derived enjoyment from sucking his wifes cunt to completion, he was eager to go on to the nest stage of the action.