Chapter 6

Stella was slightly smashed, but there was a hot glow in her eyes and a dampness to her lush mouth. “Never thought I’d be discussing my husband’s sexual prowess—or lack of same—with you, Regina. But here we sit, getting loaded and I’m not ripping your eyes out. In fact, I’m kind of tickled at the whole thing. I’m excited, too. It’s all so wild and crazy.”

Regina reached out and touched her friend’s hand. Stella’s skin was like olive-colored velvet, that soft and smooth. She said, “Stella—it is wild and wonderful, and you’ll just about go out of your head with Bill. Haven’t you ever wondered how it would be with him, if he would screw any different than your own husband?”

The other woman held up her glass for a refill. “Yes, I have. I envied you, because Bill always seemed so attentive, and I thought: lucky girl—she’s getting all the laying she wants. Oh damn; I’m getting myself all mixed up, too. Maybe I’m just scared. I never—never screwed anybody else since I married Chuck, and only two boys before him. I—I don’t know—”

Regina squeezed her hand. “You’ll be perfect, and Bill will be the luckiest guy around. You may have to push it at first, make it really plain that you want him to fuck you right away, but once he gets started, there’ll be no stopping him. And Stella, darling—he doesn’t know about Chuck yet. I’ll tell him after he screws you, so he won’t be able to be self-righteous.”

Stella laughed. “Regina,” she said, “you are really a bitch.”

“I know,” she answered, “and isn’t it fun? Let’s have another drink, darling.”

They drank some more and got silly; they made plans and discarded them, but finally came up with one that seemed to be reasonably sensible. The kids would all be sent out to movies, and supplied with enough money to feed them afterward. Regina was to get Chuck aside and make him, no matter how scary he got.

That would leave the field clear for Stella and Bill. Dressed in her sexy best, Stella would get Bill to lay her, over here in her own house. It would be a hurry-up thing, the first time around, a quick screwing because Bill would be worrying about his wife and her husband, only next door.

But after the first dipping of his cock, Bill would be trapped, drawn into the web of swapping as Stella was being brought in. And Chuck? He had no choice, they said; not unless he wanted to give up his newfound romance with Regina’s willing pussy.

Going back home later, lightheaded and giggly, Regina thought that the only thing she hadn’t been honest about, was something that would have hurt. Stella didn’t have to know that her son was fucking Regina—not yet, anyhow. There’d be time enough for that later, after dear Stella had adjusted to being screwed by a strange cock.

Into the house, Regina headed for the bathroom. She needed a long soak in a hot tub, and time to think what a great, swinging affair was coming up. Both men had a big surprise coming, and she couldn’t help wondering how they would take it. Climbing into the steamy tub, she also wondered if Bill would go down.

Evidently Stella was familiar with oral love, and if she was really turned on, would teach Bill to do it. Smiling to herself, Regina soaped her good body thoroughly, rubbing her tits until the nipples stood tall and hard, then running a hand over her mound until the bubbles drifted over wet and golden curled pubic hairs.

She was highly excited, turned more passionate by the idea of her husband fucking her best friend, and seeing some vague imagery beyond that immediate picture, a shadowy scene of the four of them getting together. It was so wild that she could barely restrain herself from slipping a finger into her aching cunt.

Gritting her teeth, she gripped the side of the tub and forced the heat to subside. She wanted to save herself for the coming evening, for the exchange of fucking that might very well turn into an orgy. A real, live orgy, she thought. Four naked people screwing and sucking each other, and whatever else four naked and lustful people could do with and to each other.

She shivered in anticipation and slipped farther down into the hot water, making waves that tickled her nipples, hiding her pulsating cunt beneath the surface. She relaxed then, stretched her long legs and was happy with the wet, shining modeling of them, with the way they tapered and with their sleekness. All three of her men adored being wrapped in them as they fucked her.

Climbing from the tub, she toweled herself well, loving the roughness of the towel against her flesh. Still, she supposed that men dug little legs, too—like Stella had. They were very shapely and somehow reminded Regina of a little girl. Men must like the idea of screwing a little girl.

She stared wide-eyed into the full-length mirror. If she had known fleeting thoughts about laying her own son, might not both Chuck and Bill have had the same kind of ideas—throttled of course—about their own daughters?

Regina shook her head and hid her face from view. It was all very weird, such thoughts no doubt brought on by a combination of things—the sudden and crazy increase in screwing she had recently had, and the unusual amount of gin she’d consumed that afternoon. She’d have to go light on the sauce tonight; she sure as hell didn’t want to get smashed and pass out, spoiling the party for everyone.

Dabbing on a goodly amount of musky perfume, she wrapped the towel around her body and peeped from the bathroom. Nobody was in the hall, so she scurried down it to her own room and inside. Just a robe, she thought; until she got the ball rolling. Then she’d choose a slinky gown and wear it with nothing underneath. Chuck would dig that, and it was probably the same thing his wife had in mind.

Deliberately picking her shabbiest robe, Regina pulled it on and went downstairs to make arrangements without getting anyone suspicious.

The kids were happy to get the windfall, and were immediately on the phone to the Baker kids next door. Watching her daughter call, Regina couldn’t stop herself from wondering about Monica now that Carey Baker knew how to fuck. Would he try to get into the girl’s panties? Not very likely, with her brother along, Regina decided, and gave them her blessings as they scooted for the door.

“Hey,” Bill said, “what was that all about?”

“About a little party over at the Bakers,” she said. “For adults only.”

“Sounds good, but can we come home early? After that ball we had, I think I’d like to get to know my wife better. In bed, that is.”

She went over and kissed him, her robe falling open to expose the round golden mounds of her tits. “Sure, Bill. But I promised Stella we’d have a few drinks over there.”

He caressed her tit, but when his hand slipped down to fondle between her thighs, she laughed and stepped away from him. “Come on now. I promise you’ll get all the pussy you can handle tonight—and more.”

So he followed her obediently when they crossed the yard to the Baker house. She wore the black dress, a frothy thing the length of a mini, and with almost no back. The front dipped low, too, and she felt deliciously evil, not wearing a bra or panties.

Stella welcomed them effusively, as if they hadn’t been around for months, wearing a pale grey gown touched with a vivid splash of red that set off her olive skin perfectly. It also called attention to the fact that she had a very shapely ass and tits that stood high without benefit of bra.

Putting her lips close to Regina’s ear, Stella whispered, “Oh, I’m so excited. Do I look okay? Do you think he’ll notice me?”

Regina said, “If he doesn’t, he’s blind. Hit him with a couple of doubles and you’ll be on your way, darling. And good screwing.”

“Oh!” Stella gasped, and skipped away, her cute little ass swinging. Glancing suddenly at her husband, Regina saw his eyes following the motions. Good, she thought; Bill was interested, and they’d see to it he was more so as the evening wore on.

Chuck was a bit too proper, somewhat awkward around her, until Regina got an opportunity to whisper: “I’ll fake an emergency with the lights at my place. You know how helpless Bill is with electricity, so that’ll give us a chance to be together over there. I’m hot for you, darling.”

They danced and drank, and danced some more. From the corner of her eye, Regina saw that Stella was really rubbing it into Bill, that he was trying to hold off, that his face was flushed and sweaty. She kept Chuck busy so he didn’t notice.

When she pulled her lights-out routine and asked Chuck to come help, her own husband protested weakly, but she could tell he wasn’t at all interested in going with them to “fix” things. He was too intrigued by the sudden attention Stella Baker was paying him, and Regina thought that Bill was also somehow hoping for a miracle that would carry her allure farther. Bill probably wasn’t really believing that himself, but he was in for a severe shock, because his little hot dream would very soon be coming true.

Going across the back yard, she felt his hand cup one cheek of her ass, and Chuck said at her ear: “How’d you manage this? I know Stella is high, but what about Bill?”

“Let’s not worry about him, darling,” she said, letting them into the kitchen, but not turning on the light. She turned to him instead, pressing the length of her body against his and feeling the immediate rising of his prick between them.

“There’s time,” he said softly, fondling her tits, then dropping his hands to her buttocks so he could yank her hard to him while he ground his staff into her belly. “There’s time, if we hurry.”

She smiled in the darkness, kissed him and fed him her tongue, then pulled back to say: “Have you ever fucked a woman on her own kitchen table?”

“Damn,” he whispered in awe. “You are something else, baby.”