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Jenny's Favorite Color By Brad Roberts
Chapter 1
A single lamp burned in the small but well-furnished apartment living room. Janice Lane was whimpering softly as she writhed in a passionate sixty-nine embrace under the woman above her. The sharp contrast of Janice's lush five foot four, 35-22-36, twenty-one year old body and blonde hair, locked beneath the thirty-five year old Negress was strong in the soft light, and it thrilled her husband as he watched them working on each other.
For a long time it was enough for him to watch them and jack himself off, but finally Don gave in to his desire and moved across to them, clutching a bottle of Vaseline in his hand.
His eyes went directly to the resilient hillocks of the Negress's ass as he stuck his finger in the jar and then began to cover his knob with the lubricant.
When he was finished, he moved forward, climbing up onto the couch behind her; then he reached for the brown cheeks of her buttocks with his left hand. He parted them; then he put his Vaseline-covered finger against the tight, puckered entrance and shoved it in.
A moistly muffled moan of wild delight filled the room as the prostitute felt the hot, oily finger slip into her ass. The sound served to heighten Don's excitement; and he moved forward, guiding his knob with his right hand.
He let the smooth, throbbing head press against the small entrance and began to rotate it slowly with his hand, teasing and testing the tightness. He was momentarily disappointed at the realization that his was far from the first cock to grace the whore's anus, but he pushed the thought aside as he shoved forward slowly.
He let out a soft groan as his knob slipped through the entrance and thrust into the wondrous, hot, embracing chasm of her bowels. His hands went to her hips as he coaxed her until she began to rotate her round, shimmering buttocks, letting the powerful thrust of his massive prick work the big, burning head further into her deliciously hot chasm.
Another monthly ritual had begun ...
For both Janice and Don this was the sublime, and he knew it. His cock tingled as he watched hem sucking at each other, heard the sound of their moist lapping, smelled the hot, flowing cunt juice and sweet, passion-induced sweat.
Ben Canton's eyes followed his wife as she moved across the living room and dropped down onto the chair across from him. He studied her lush 39-24-37 build gracing her lithe five-foot-nine body and grinned.
"Well, we could always put an ad in one of the underground papers; you know--handsome, well-endowed Negro couple wishes to ball it with young white couple ..."
Sue returned his smile.
"Sure, and send out snapshots of your big, beautiful black body stark naked, clutching your cock in your right hand and eating me, or something like that."
Ben laughed and raised his glass to his lips.
"Crazy, isn't it? It takes us a good two years of marriage before we can even admit to ourselves that we'd like to give it a try just for a few kicks; and now that we've decided, we don't know how to go about it."
Sue nodded. "It's silly, really; making up your mind is supposed to be the hardest part. We can hardly advertise for what we want."
Don grinned. "Hardly. I can see the headlines now: 'Prominent lawyer blackmailed for swap club connections.'"
Sue grimaced at the thought.
"It was hard enough to make them forget you were black and accept you. It's too bad we didn't know another couple well enough to suggest something, somebody we could trust."
Don nodded. "Yes, I've been kicking that one around. Maybe something will come along."
Jenny Westover finished stripping off her clothes and sat down on the couch. She waited impatiently for her husband to set up the screen at the other end of the living room, her eyes devouring his muscular, five foot ten, one hundred and eighty pound frame. She had been waiting for him to get home, restless ever since he'd phoned and told her the film they had been waiting for had arrived at their post office box.
Ian finished with the screen and brushed a tuft of thick blond hair away from his forehead as he hurried back to the couch and flipped on the projector. Jenny turned the lights out as he dropped down onto the couch beside her.
His eyes went to her lush form briefly and he felt himself growing hot just looking at her.
Jenny was well built. She stood five six and carried a full set of curves, her 36-24-36 measurements complimenting her beautifully proportioned features, framed by a lush growth of flaming red hair.
The screen flooded with color and within a few short frames there was an orgy going full steam in front of their eyes. Jenny moaned passionately and slipped down onto the floor, pulling Ian down onto the thick carpeting beside her.
She whimpered at his touch and felt herself reacting to the feel of his huge organ swelling against her belly.
She closed her eyes as the animal magnetism of his body sent a series of shudders through her body. She loved the feel of his muscular flesh, and she passionately accepted the searing heat of desire that began to spread in all directions from her twisting loins.
Ian shifted slightly, lifting his hands from around her; and as she dropped back down to the thick carpet, spread-eagling herself, he knelt between her open thighs. The feel of the luxuriously thick carpeting against Jenny's flesh added to the sensation that was ripping through her body, and she raised her buttocks up off the floor so she could rub her open, overflowing pussy against Ian's throbbing shaft.
The feel of her molten juices covering his cock sent a groan through him, and he moved his hips until the shimmering knob was between her open lips. He began to shove gently, letting his cock slowly move into her, inch after thick, throbbing inch sounding her depths.
They let out a mutual moan as they watched the action on the screen. Jenny's head flew back as he began to penetrate her, and she let out a long, lust-filled sigh.
"Do it hard ... for christ sake hurt me ... hard ... hard..."
Ian's hips lashed forward, and he felt the tremendous force of his pulsing cock drive into her. He moved his hands up along her silky body until he had captured one of her stiff nipples; then he began to roll it gently.
Jenny's teeth found the flesh of his shoulder and sank into it. Ian winced as the pain coursed through him; then he let his fingers close tightly on her nipple. Jenny let out a cry of mixed pain and pleasure, and her teeth dug into him again. The feel of it only heightened Ian's bliss, and he began to drive his mighty organ into her viciously.
It had been a long time since Don had had his cock into anything, and he had a month's frustration to take out on the whore's ass. He closed his eyes and began to breathe hoarsely as he stroked farther and farther into her with every thrust of his hips. Deeper and deeper the massive shaft plunged until he could feel the weight of his heavy, tingling nuts slapping damply against the firm, lush flesh of her ass.
The whore's body quivered with the first shudder of ecstasy. The instant it swept through her, Janice felt it and erupted through her own climax, wildly stabbing her tongue deep into the black prostitute's yawning cunt.
The feel of them both going in unison, the sound of their combined cries of delight, shoved Don over the top. His thick knob jerked, and he drove forward until it was fully embedded in the hot depths of the whore's ass. The gushing lava of his release spurted forth, coating the walls of her rectum; and he groaned with exquisite delight.
The tempo of the action on the screen had increased, and both Ian and Jenny watched it avidly as they began to pick up the pace of their own lovemaking. They worked at each other wildly, trying to stretch it out as long as they could despite their mutual hunger. Their bodies were covered with perspiration, and the living room walls echoed their moans of delight and ragged, labored breathing.
Finally Ian couldn't hold himself back any longer. He threw his head back as his thick organ quivered and spat forth the first spurt of molten, stringy semen. His animal-like groan of gratification coupled with the feel of his seed pistoning against the sensitive flesh so deep in her body sent Jenny soaring over the top, and her body convulsed as wave after wave of ecstasy ripped through her.
Ian spent himself inside her; then he dropped down onto her quivering body, and both of them turned their attention back to the screen, reveling in their completion and the action unfolding before them.
Don let the curtain drop back into place after he watched the black prostitute climb into the cab in front of their apartment block. He looked across at Janice; and as their eyes met, she smiled.
"That was wild. Once a month isn't often enough any more."
Don nodded slowly as he took the glass from her outstretched hand and dropped down onto the couch beside her.
"Yeah, I know. But we're taking enough of a risk as it is. The neighbors must be starting to wonder a little; once a month, like clockwork we have a Negress houseguest for the weekend, a different one each time ..."
Janice shrugged after taking a sip from her glass. "To hell with them."
Don looked across at her and frowned. "Seriously, though, I've been thinking about it. I don't know about you, but I'm getting a little tired of using a professional. Not that I mind the money; hell, it's worth every penny. It's just that it would be nice to slip into an ass that wasn't so well-reamed I can hardly get my kicks."
Janice nodded her agreement.
"I know what you mean. I'm never sure if she's turned on by making it with me, or if she's just putting on a show."
Don took a good pull at his drink and set the glass down on the coffee table in front of him.
"Do you think we should give the advertising idea a try? I know we decided it was too risky, but maybe we could figure out some way to be sure the broad is okay before we set up anything definite."
Janice hesitated for a second. They had discussed this many times during the past few months and always discarded it because of the risk of scandal or blackmail; yet she too was fed up with using prostitutes for getting their kicks.
"Maybe if we could set up the first session at a motel somewhere on the outskirts of the city, arrive by cab, and only use first names ..."
Jenny flipped on the light and leaned back against the edge of the couch as Ian flicked off the projector and began threading it for rewinding. She let out a soft sigh of contentment.
"God, that was fabulous."
Ian grinned. "Couldn't have been better."
Jenny smiled. "Unless, of course, the film had been the real thing."
Ian turned to face her as he flicked the rewind switch.
"How do you mean?"
Jenny opened her eyes and lit up a cigarette before answering him.
"Well, I'd kind of like to have two guys making it with me, like on the film. The broad looked like she was in heaven when she was getting it from two of them at once."
Ian nodded his agreement as he slipped the film off and returned it to its canister.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. I've kind of wondered how it would be to have a guy reaming me while I was putting it to a broad, or vice versa. A group session would really be wild."
Jenny stretched so she could reach the ashtray on the table beside her.
"Do you think Don and Janice would go for a group deal?"
A puzzled look came over Ian's handsome features.
"It never crossed my mind. Why do you ask?"
Jenny shrugged.
"No reason in particular. It's just that it's common knowledge that they have a wonky sex life. Janice was a full-fledged Lesbian when Don married her; and from the time that I've been around her, I have a feeling she hasn't changed much. Maybe they'd be willing to get together with us for a swapping session."
Ian dropped down onto the couch above her and grinned.
"I've never given it much thought. Don's a strange bastard, and so is Janice for that matter."
"I've never heard him talk about their sex life, but like you say they were a weird team from the start. I could drop a couple of hints and see if he's interested. We've got a promotional deal set up for Thursday afternoon; the district manager's giving us a spiel on the company's new overall coverage policy."
Chapter 2
Thursday was the one day of the week that Ben got home later than usual. He liked to spend a couple of hours interviewing those who took advantage of his offer of free legal assistance to sort out those who really needed him, and he had designated Thursday night for this purpose.
Sue had never complained about this fact, but tonight she was impatient for him to arrive. He found her pacing back and forth when he got home. He noticed her uneasiness the second he entered the apartment, and he flashed her a smile.
"What's eating you? You look like a caged lion."
Sue returned his smile and crossed over to him, accepting his kiss; then she handed him a copy of the local underground rag. Ben set his attach case down and turned his eyes to the paper as Sue moved across to hang up his coat.
"In the classified; I circled it."
Ben moved his gaze to the circled ad and read it; then he looked up at her.
"I thought we agreed not to try this; it's too risky."
She nodded slowly.
"I know, but the more I read it, the more I thought it might be worth a try. Notice how this couple stresses discretion, no last names, the use of newspaper box numbers ..."
Ben read it again, then shook his head slowly.
"Sounds like they're just as afraid of what might happen as we are. But they're only looking for a Negress; what makes you think they'll go for a couple?"
Sue shrugged.
"It's worth a try. We could write them and outline what we're looking for. It says they want a bisexual colored girl. We agreed that we both wanted to try everything; maybe they'll go for us as a couple."
Ben read it again more slowly.
"I don't know, honey ..."
Sue had already been mulling it over in her mind for a good four hours, and she was already convinced to give it a spin.
"It can't hurt to write them a letter."
Ben nodded slowly, his features betraying his uncertainty.
"No ... I guess not ..."
Don was sitting in the living room sipping a Scotch when Janice arrived with her normal Thursday night armload of parcels. He flashed her a grin as she set them down and peeled off her coat; then he got up and crossed over to the small bar to fix her a drink.
He handed it to her as she walked across the room, and she smiled.
"Thanks, I could use it; the traffic is hell these days. How'd the meeting go?"
Don grinned broadly.
"Great! You remember Ian and Jenny Westover? We met them at a couple of the company deals."
Janice nodded and lit a cigarette as she set her drink down and joined him on the couch.
"Yes, especially Jenny ... beautifully built redhead."
Don nodded.
"That's the one. Well, you're not going to believe this, but they have a yen to try a little wife-swapping, and Ian sounded me out on it this afternoon."
A flicker of interest flashed through Janice's face.
"Do they know what we like?"
Don shook his head slowly.
"No, I didn't go into details. Old Ian was pretty cagey about it, but he made it quite clear that he and Jenny are looking for a few kicks."
Janice chuckled throatily.
"God, I'd love to ball with Jenny. I wonder if she goes both ways."
Don shrugged. "I imagine they're aware of your tastes; that's never been too much of a secret. Personally, I think they're ready to try just about anything."
Janice crushed her cigarette out and let out a soft whistle.
"Sounds like what we've been looking for. I would have preferred a Negress, but what the hell. Maybe I should give Jenny a call in the morning and invite her over for coffee. I could lay it on the line for them; and if they're still interested, we could get together tomorrow night."
Don nodded.
"Just play it cool; if they don't want to play, don't push it."
Jenny's excitement was visible.
"Well, what did he say?"
Ian shrugged his shoulders and dropped into a chair.
"He was interested all right; it was written all over his face. But I got the feeling that maybe we were getting into something more than we bargained for. I just don't know what the hell to expect of them; they're both a couple of weirdos."
Jenny frowned at him.
"Christ, you're having second thoughts; it's a little late, isn't it? We're game for everything short of torture; we've already talked that out. Besides, if they are too far out for us, we don't have to go back a second time."
Ian smiled and nodded.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. It's just that they're strange... hell, I guess we're pretty strange ourselves when it comes to that. Anyway, I put the invitation in, and if they're interested, they'll get hold of us."
Chapter 3
The soft steady hum of Ian's pocket pager broke the silence of the plush boardroom, and he reached into his pocket and shut it off. He offered a smile of apology to the three men sitting across from him and excused himself, exiting the room through the big oak doorway and entering the outer office.
The woman who was obviously the senior of the three secretaries listened to his request for the use of the phone, and without changing her expression waved her hand in the direction of one of the office doors adjoining the room.
Ian went inside and dialed his office. His secretary gave him the message, then he dialed his home phone number. Jenny answered it on the first ring, and he leaned back in the comfortable Naugahyde chair as he listened to her.
"Janice phoned up this morning and invited me over for coffee at two o'clock. It sounds as if they've taken the bait."
Ian allowed himself a smile. He had been doing a great deal of thinking about the possibilities of the four of them getting together, and by now the thought of uncertainty as to what might be expected from them was more intriguing than frightening.
"I never really doubted that they would. Look, honey, you get as much detail as possible out of Janice; let's walk into this thing with our eyes wide open."
Jenny let out a small nervous laugh.
"I will ... and I'll call you as soon as I return and let you know how it went."
Don rarely came home during the day, and Janice was a little surprised to see him wander into the apartment shortly after eleven in the morning. He flashed her a smile as he dropped his attach case down and held out an envelope to her.
"I couldn't resist showing this to you."
Janice took the envelope out of his hand and pulled the letter out of it. She glanced at it briefly and looked up at him.
"It didn't take long for our ad to get results."
Don grinned broadly.
"You're not kidding. There were six more, but the others were pretty far out. Read it over and see what you think of it. It's a couple, not exactly what we had in mind, but they sound sincere and just as worried about keeping things discreet as we are."
Janice looked back at the letter and read it carefully. The idea of a foursome hadn't entered her mind; her tastes ran to making it with another woman while Don satisfied himself with the other broad at the same time. On the other hand, the possibilities a foursome offered didn't turn her off; it simply added a little more spice to the thought of what might come out of it.
Don moved across the room and helped himself to a drink while she read; then he looked over at her.
"Well, what do you think?"
Janice smiled. "It sounds great."
Don nodded slowly. "I thought you'd like it. I've drafted up a letter, and I'm going to take it down to the newspaper office before noon. If they're as eager as it looks, they'll probably phone in to check on any replies in the box number they've taken out, and they should have it this afternoon. I've offered a suggestion of a motel and told them we'd be checking in tonight under Mr. and Mrs. White, and that we'd be there until Sunday morning. Sound okay to you?"
Janice glanced at the letter, then back to him. "It's a bit fast, isn't it?"
Don laughed.
"I don't know about you, baby, but just reading the letter made me so hot I can taste it. I have an idea they feel the same way, and it wouldn't surprise me if they knocked on our door before midnight tonight."
Janice had got the same feeling from the letter.
"You're probably right. Now what do I do about Ian and Jenny? She's coming over this afternoon."
Don shrugged. "I don't know. We've pretty well committed ourselves with them. Do you want to back out?"
Janice shook her head. "Not after going this far; maybe this letter won't work out."
Don nodded.
"Well, when Jenny gets here, play it by ear. Lay it on the line for her, and see if she still wants to go ahead with it ..."
He chuckled huskily. "I think I could manage to make it with two different teams; we could rotate them."
A warm flush of expectation moved through Janice, and she laughed.
"So could I, honey, so could I."
Don glanced at his watch. "How about fixing me a sandwich; I've got to get back. Don't forget to phone me when Jenny leaves and let me know how it went."
Jenny was far less sure of herself as she parked the red Buick convertible in the underground parking area of Don and Janice's apartment. Talking about swapping was one thing, but making the first step toward it being a reality was something else. She sat in the car for a few minutes, thinking and finishing her cigarette. She was far from sure about what was coming, about what it could lead to; yet there was no denying that she was excited about the possibilities.
She crushed her cigarette out in the ashtray and left the car, walking quickly toward the elevator.
Janice flashed Jenny a big smile when she opened the door, and waved her into the apartment. It relaxed Jenny slightly, but she was still keyed up. Janice seemed oblivious to her nervousness, and that helped a little too.
"What'll it be, honey? I was just about to fix myself a batch of martinis."
Jenny returned her smile as she sat down in one of the comfortably padded easy chairs.
"Sounds great; I could use one."
Janice chuckled softly.
"I guess we both could; this is a first for the two of us."
She turned and moved across to the bar, talking as she walked. "What made you and Ian decide to try swapping?"
Jenny had been wondering how the topic would be broached, and the ease with which Janice brought it up surprised her a little, throwing her off balance.
Chapter 1
A single lamp burned in the small but well-furnished apartment living room. Janice Lane was whimpering softly as she writhed in a passionate sixty-nine embrace under the woman above her. The sharp contrast of Janice's lush five foot four, 35-22-36, twenty-one year old body and blonde hair, locked beneath the thirty-five year old Negress was strong in the soft light, and it thrilled her husband as he watched them working on each other.
For a long time it was enough for him to watch them and jack himself off, but finally Don gave in to his desire and moved across to them, clutching a bottle of Vaseline in his hand.
His eyes went directly to the resilient hillocks of the Negress's ass as he stuck his finger in the jar and then began to cover his knob with the lubricant.
When he was finished, he moved forward, climbing up onto the couch behind her; then he reached for the brown cheeks of her buttocks with his left hand. He parted them; then he put his Vaseline-covered finger against the tight, puckered entrance and shoved it in.
A moistly muffled moan of wild delight filled the room as the prostitute felt the hot, oily finger slip into her ass. The sound served to heighten Don's excitement; and he moved forward, guiding his knob with his right hand.
He let the smooth, throbbing head press against the small entrance and began to rotate it slowly with his hand, teasing and testing the tightness. He was momentarily disappointed at the realization that his was far from the first cock to grace the whore's anus, but he pushed the thought aside as he shoved forward slowly.
He let out a soft groan as his knob slipped through the entrance and thrust into the wondrous, hot, embracing chasm of her bowels. His hands went to her hips as he coaxed her until she began to rotate her round, shimmering buttocks, letting the powerful thrust of his massive prick work the big, burning head further into her deliciously hot chasm.
Another monthly ritual had begun ...
For both Janice and Don this was the sublime, and he knew it. His cock tingled as he watched hem sucking at each other, heard the sound of their moist lapping, smelled the hot, flowing cunt juice and sweet, passion-induced sweat.
Ben Canton's eyes followed his wife as she moved across the living room and dropped down onto the chair across from him. He studied her lush 39-24-37 build gracing her lithe five-foot-nine body and grinned.
"Well, we could always put an ad in one of the underground papers; you know--handsome, well-endowed Negro couple wishes to ball it with young white couple ..."
Sue returned his smile.
"Sure, and send out snapshots of your big, beautiful black body stark naked, clutching your cock in your right hand and eating me, or something like that."
Ben laughed and raised his glass to his lips.
"Crazy, isn't it? It takes us a good two years of marriage before we can even admit to ourselves that we'd like to give it a try just for a few kicks; and now that we've decided, we don't know how to go about it."
Sue nodded. "It's silly, really; making up your mind is supposed to be the hardest part. We can hardly advertise for what we want."
Don grinned. "Hardly. I can see the headlines now: 'Prominent lawyer blackmailed for swap club connections.'"
Sue grimaced at the thought.
"It was hard enough to make them forget you were black and accept you. It's too bad we didn't know another couple well enough to suggest something, somebody we could trust."
Don nodded. "Yes, I've been kicking that one around. Maybe something will come along."
Jenny Westover finished stripping off her clothes and sat down on the couch. She waited impatiently for her husband to set up the screen at the other end of the living room, her eyes devouring his muscular, five foot ten, one hundred and eighty pound frame. She had been waiting for him to get home, restless ever since he'd phoned and told her the film they had been waiting for had arrived at their post office box.
Ian finished with the screen and brushed a tuft of thick blond hair away from his forehead as he hurried back to the couch and flipped on the projector. Jenny turned the lights out as he dropped down onto the couch beside her.
His eyes went to her lush form briefly and he felt himself growing hot just looking at her.
Jenny was well built. She stood five six and carried a full set of curves, her 36-24-36 measurements complimenting her beautifully proportioned features, framed by a lush growth of flaming red hair.
The screen flooded with color and within a few short frames there was an orgy going full steam in front of their eyes. Jenny moaned passionately and slipped down onto the floor, pulling Ian down onto the thick carpeting beside her.
She whimpered at his touch and felt herself reacting to the feel of his huge organ swelling against her belly.
She closed her eyes as the animal magnetism of his body sent a series of shudders through her body. She loved the feel of his muscular flesh, and she passionately accepted the searing heat of desire that began to spread in all directions from her twisting loins.
Ian shifted slightly, lifting his hands from around her; and as she dropped back down to the thick carpet, spread-eagling herself, he knelt between her open thighs. The feel of the luxuriously thick carpeting against Jenny's flesh added to the sensation that was ripping through her body, and she raised her buttocks up off the floor so she could rub her open, overflowing pussy against Ian's throbbing shaft.
The feel of her molten juices covering his cock sent a groan through him, and he moved his hips until the shimmering knob was between her open lips. He began to shove gently, letting his cock slowly move into her, inch after thick, throbbing inch sounding her depths.
They let out a mutual moan as they watched the action on the screen. Jenny's head flew back as he began to penetrate her, and she let out a long, lust-filled sigh.
"Do it hard ... for christ sake hurt me ... hard ... hard..."
Ian's hips lashed forward, and he felt the tremendous force of his pulsing cock drive into her. He moved his hands up along her silky body until he had captured one of her stiff nipples; then he began to roll it gently.
Jenny's teeth found the flesh of his shoulder and sank into it. Ian winced as the pain coursed through him; then he let his fingers close tightly on her nipple. Jenny let out a cry of mixed pain and pleasure, and her teeth dug into him again. The feel of it only heightened Ian's bliss, and he began to drive his mighty organ into her viciously.
It had been a long time since Don had had his cock into anything, and he had a month's frustration to take out on the whore's ass. He closed his eyes and began to breathe hoarsely as he stroked farther and farther into her with every thrust of his hips. Deeper and deeper the massive shaft plunged until he could feel the weight of his heavy, tingling nuts slapping damply against the firm, lush flesh of her ass.
The whore's body quivered with the first shudder of ecstasy. The instant it swept through her, Janice felt it and erupted through her own climax, wildly stabbing her tongue deep into the black prostitute's yawning cunt.
The feel of them both going in unison, the sound of their combined cries of delight, shoved Don over the top. His thick knob jerked, and he drove forward until it was fully embedded in the hot depths of the whore's ass. The gushing lava of his release spurted forth, coating the walls of her rectum; and he groaned with exquisite delight.
The tempo of the action on the screen had increased, and both Ian and Jenny watched it avidly as they began to pick up the pace of their own lovemaking. They worked at each other wildly, trying to stretch it out as long as they could despite their mutual hunger. Their bodies were covered with perspiration, and the living room walls echoed their moans of delight and ragged, labored breathing.
Finally Ian couldn't hold himself back any longer. He threw his head back as his thick organ quivered and spat forth the first spurt of molten, stringy semen. His animal-like groan of gratification coupled with the feel of his seed pistoning against the sensitive flesh so deep in her body sent Jenny soaring over the top, and her body convulsed as wave after wave of ecstasy ripped through her.
Ian spent himself inside her; then he dropped down onto her quivering body, and both of them turned their attention back to the screen, reveling in their completion and the action unfolding before them.
Don let the curtain drop back into place after he watched the black prostitute climb into the cab in front of their apartment block. He looked across at Janice; and as their eyes met, she smiled.
"That was wild. Once a month isn't often enough any more."
Don nodded slowly as he took the glass from her outstretched hand and dropped down onto the couch beside her.
"Yeah, I know. But we're taking enough of a risk as it is. The neighbors must be starting to wonder a little; once a month, like clockwork we have a Negress houseguest for the weekend, a different one each time ..."
Janice shrugged after taking a sip from her glass. "To hell with them."
Don looked across at her and frowned. "Seriously, though, I've been thinking about it. I don't know about you, but I'm getting a little tired of using a professional. Not that I mind the money; hell, it's worth every penny. It's just that it would be nice to slip into an ass that wasn't so well-reamed I can hardly get my kicks."
Janice nodded her agreement.
"I know what you mean. I'm never sure if she's turned on by making it with me, or if she's just putting on a show."
Don took a good pull at his drink and set the glass down on the coffee table in front of him.
"Do you think we should give the advertising idea a try? I know we decided it was too risky, but maybe we could figure out some way to be sure the broad is okay before we set up anything definite."
Janice hesitated for a second. They had discussed this many times during the past few months and always discarded it because of the risk of scandal or blackmail; yet she too was fed up with using prostitutes for getting their kicks.
"Maybe if we could set up the first session at a motel somewhere on the outskirts of the city, arrive by cab, and only use first names ..."
Jenny flipped on the light and leaned back against the edge of the couch as Ian flicked off the projector and began threading it for rewinding. She let out a soft sigh of contentment.
"God, that was fabulous."
Ian grinned. "Couldn't have been better."
Jenny smiled. "Unless, of course, the film had been the real thing."
Ian turned to face her as he flicked the rewind switch.
"How do you mean?"
Jenny opened her eyes and lit up a cigarette before answering him.
"Well, I'd kind of like to have two guys making it with me, like on the film. The broad looked like she was in heaven when she was getting it from two of them at once."
Ian nodded his agreement as he slipped the film off and returned it to its canister.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. I've kind of wondered how it would be to have a guy reaming me while I was putting it to a broad, or vice versa. A group session would really be wild."
Jenny stretched so she could reach the ashtray on the table beside her.
"Do you think Don and Janice would go for a group deal?"
A puzzled look came over Ian's handsome features.
"It never crossed my mind. Why do you ask?"
Jenny shrugged.
"No reason in particular. It's just that it's common knowledge that they have a wonky sex life. Janice was a full-fledged Lesbian when Don married her; and from the time that I've been around her, I have a feeling she hasn't changed much. Maybe they'd be willing to get together with us for a swapping session."
Ian dropped down onto the couch above her and grinned.
"I've never given it much thought. Don's a strange bastard, and so is Janice for that matter."
"I've never heard him talk about their sex life, but like you say they were a weird team from the start. I could drop a couple of hints and see if he's interested. We've got a promotional deal set up for Thursday afternoon; the district manager's giving us a spiel on the company's new overall coverage policy."
Chapter 2
Thursday was the one day of the week that Ben got home later than usual. He liked to spend a couple of hours interviewing those who took advantage of his offer of free legal assistance to sort out those who really needed him, and he had designated Thursday night for this purpose.
Sue had never complained about this fact, but tonight she was impatient for him to arrive. He found her pacing back and forth when he got home. He noticed her uneasiness the second he entered the apartment, and he flashed her a smile.
"What's eating you? You look like a caged lion."
Sue returned his smile and crossed over to him, accepting his kiss; then she handed him a copy of the local underground rag. Ben set his attach case down and turned his eyes to the paper as Sue moved across to hang up his coat.
"In the classified; I circled it."
Ben moved his gaze to the circled ad and read it; then he looked up at her.
"I thought we agreed not to try this; it's too risky."
She nodded slowly.
"I know, but the more I read it, the more I thought it might be worth a try. Notice how this couple stresses discretion, no last names, the use of newspaper box numbers ..."
Ben read it again, then shook his head slowly.
"Sounds like they're just as afraid of what might happen as we are. But they're only looking for a Negress; what makes you think they'll go for a couple?"
Sue shrugged.
"It's worth a try. We could write them and outline what we're looking for. It says they want a bisexual colored girl. We agreed that we both wanted to try everything; maybe they'll go for us as a couple."
Ben read it again more slowly.
"I don't know, honey ..."
Sue had already been mulling it over in her mind for a good four hours, and she was already convinced to give it a spin.
"It can't hurt to write them a letter."
Ben nodded slowly, his features betraying his uncertainty.
"No ... I guess not ..."
Don was sitting in the living room sipping a Scotch when Janice arrived with her normal Thursday night armload of parcels. He flashed her a grin as she set them down and peeled off her coat; then he got up and crossed over to the small bar to fix her a drink.
He handed it to her as she walked across the room, and she smiled.
"Thanks, I could use it; the traffic is hell these days. How'd the meeting go?"
Don grinned broadly.
"Great! You remember Ian and Jenny Westover? We met them at a couple of the company deals."
Janice nodded and lit a cigarette as she set her drink down and joined him on the couch.
"Yes, especially Jenny ... beautifully built redhead."
Don nodded.
"That's the one. Well, you're not going to believe this, but they have a yen to try a little wife-swapping, and Ian sounded me out on it this afternoon."
A flicker of interest flashed through Janice's face.
"Do they know what we like?"
Don shook his head slowly.
"No, I didn't go into details. Old Ian was pretty cagey about it, but he made it quite clear that he and Jenny are looking for a few kicks."
Janice chuckled throatily.
"God, I'd love to ball with Jenny. I wonder if she goes both ways."
Don shrugged. "I imagine they're aware of your tastes; that's never been too much of a secret. Personally, I think they're ready to try just about anything."
Janice crushed her cigarette out and let out a soft whistle.
"Sounds like what we've been looking for. I would have preferred a Negress, but what the hell. Maybe I should give Jenny a call in the morning and invite her over for coffee. I could lay it on the line for them; and if they're still interested, we could get together tomorrow night."
Don nodded.
"Just play it cool; if they don't want to play, don't push it."
Jenny's excitement was visible.
"Well, what did he say?"
Ian shrugged his shoulders and dropped into a chair.
"He was interested all right; it was written all over his face. But I got the feeling that maybe we were getting into something more than we bargained for. I just don't know what the hell to expect of them; they're both a couple of weirdos."
Jenny frowned at him.
"Christ, you're having second thoughts; it's a little late, isn't it? We're game for everything short of torture; we've already talked that out. Besides, if they are too far out for us, we don't have to go back a second time."
Ian smiled and nodded.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. It's just that they're strange... hell, I guess we're pretty strange ourselves when it comes to that. Anyway, I put the invitation in, and if they're interested, they'll get hold of us."
Chapter 3
The soft steady hum of Ian's pocket pager broke the silence of the plush boardroom, and he reached into his pocket and shut it off. He offered a smile of apology to the three men sitting across from him and excused himself, exiting the room through the big oak doorway and entering the outer office.
The woman who was obviously the senior of the three secretaries listened to his request for the use of the phone, and without changing her expression waved her hand in the direction of one of the office doors adjoining the room.
Ian went inside and dialed his office. His secretary gave him the message, then he dialed his home phone number. Jenny answered it on the first ring, and he leaned back in the comfortable Naugahyde chair as he listened to her.
"Janice phoned up this morning and invited me over for coffee at two o'clock. It sounds as if they've taken the bait."
Ian allowed himself a smile. He had been doing a great deal of thinking about the possibilities of the four of them getting together, and by now the thought of uncertainty as to what might be expected from them was more intriguing than frightening.
"I never really doubted that they would. Look, honey, you get as much detail as possible out of Janice; let's walk into this thing with our eyes wide open."
Jenny let out a small nervous laugh.
"I will ... and I'll call you as soon as I return and let you know how it went."
Don rarely came home during the day, and Janice was a little surprised to see him wander into the apartment shortly after eleven in the morning. He flashed her a smile as he dropped his attach case down and held out an envelope to her.
"I couldn't resist showing this to you."
Janice took the envelope out of his hand and pulled the letter out of it. She glanced at it briefly and looked up at him.
"It didn't take long for our ad to get results."
Don grinned broadly.
"You're not kidding. There were six more, but the others were pretty far out. Read it over and see what you think of it. It's a couple, not exactly what we had in mind, but they sound sincere and just as worried about keeping things discreet as we are."
Janice looked back at the letter and read it carefully. The idea of a foursome hadn't entered her mind; her tastes ran to making it with another woman while Don satisfied himself with the other broad at the same time. On the other hand, the possibilities a foursome offered didn't turn her off; it simply added a little more spice to the thought of what might come out of it.
Don moved across the room and helped himself to a drink while she read; then he looked over at her.
"Well, what do you think?"
Janice smiled. "It sounds great."
Don nodded slowly. "I thought you'd like it. I've drafted up a letter, and I'm going to take it down to the newspaper office before noon. If they're as eager as it looks, they'll probably phone in to check on any replies in the box number they've taken out, and they should have it this afternoon. I've offered a suggestion of a motel and told them we'd be checking in tonight under Mr. and Mrs. White, and that we'd be there until Sunday morning. Sound okay to you?"
Janice glanced at the letter, then back to him. "It's a bit fast, isn't it?"
Don laughed.
"I don't know about you, baby, but just reading the letter made me so hot I can taste it. I have an idea they feel the same way, and it wouldn't surprise me if they knocked on our door before midnight tonight."
Janice had got the same feeling from the letter.
"You're probably right. Now what do I do about Ian and Jenny? She's coming over this afternoon."
Don shrugged. "I don't know. We've pretty well committed ourselves with them. Do you want to back out?"
Janice shook her head. "Not after going this far; maybe this letter won't work out."
Don nodded.
"Well, when Jenny gets here, play it by ear. Lay it on the line for her, and see if she still wants to go ahead with it ..."
He chuckled huskily. "I think I could manage to make it with two different teams; we could rotate them."
A warm flush of expectation moved through Janice, and she laughed.
"So could I, honey, so could I."
Don glanced at his watch. "How about fixing me a sandwich; I've got to get back. Don't forget to phone me when Jenny leaves and let me know how it went."
Jenny was far less sure of herself as she parked the red Buick convertible in the underground parking area of Don and Janice's apartment. Talking about swapping was one thing, but making the first step toward it being a reality was something else. She sat in the car for a few minutes, thinking and finishing her cigarette. She was far from sure about what was coming, about what it could lead to; yet there was no denying that she was excited about the possibilities.
She crushed her cigarette out in the ashtray and left the car, walking quickly toward the elevator.
Janice flashed Jenny a big smile when she opened the door, and waved her into the apartment. It relaxed Jenny slightly, but she was still keyed up. Janice seemed oblivious to her nervousness, and that helped a little too.
"What'll it be, honey? I was just about to fix myself a batch of martinis."
Jenny returned her smile as she sat down in one of the comfortably padded easy chairs.
"Sounds great; I could use one."
Janice chuckled softly.
"I guess we both could; this is a first for the two of us."
She turned and moved across to the bar, talking as she walked. "What made you and Ian decide to try swapping?"
Jenny had been wondering how the topic would be broached, and the ease with which Janice brought it up surprised her a little, throwing her off balance.