Secretary for swapping
"Suck it, Trixie, honey," Moss Davis shouted. "Suck my big dick all the way down your throat!"
Trixie Harris plunged her head up and down on Moss' thick cock. Moss entwined his hands in her hair and thrust his cock into her face. Trixie swallowed hungrily as his prick drove deeply into her mouth. She felt it slam against the back of her throat and swallowed some more.
She drew back slightly, so that she was able to taste the moist stickiness of his cock-head again, twirling her tongue faster around the blood inflated knob. Then she began to suck rhythmically, with all the practiced expertise of the accomplished female lover.
Moss watched her lips working on his cock, watched the soft wet skin of her lips pucker outward and then back in again as she moved her mouth the full length of his rigid meat.
And from across the room Milt Harris, Trixie's husband, watched his wife suck another man's cock and felt his own meat start to stiffen. Beside him, Moss' wife, Jennie, was running a vibrator around and around the lips of her pussy.
"You finally gettin' it up, honey?" Jennie pushed, jamming the whirling vibrator to the hilt in her dripping cunt.
"Yeah. Seeing Trixie suck dick, any dick, always gives me a hard-on."
And it was true. The sight of his beautiful red-headed wife sucking a hard cock never failed to turn Milt on. But then just the sight of Jennie Davis' naked body would turn him on.
But not this night. He and Trixie had been swinging every Wednesday evening with the Davis' for the past year, and suddenly Milt felt bored. He wanted some new and different pussy. He wondered if his wife felt the same about cock.
"Jesus, Milt," Moss yelled from across the room. "Hurry up and fuck my old lady before she ruins herself on that phoney dick!"