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This is a Vintage Erotic, Adult Novel... Full of sexual adventures... Involving a sexy and Seductive girl... Full of Sex, Surprises and Unusual Naughty Twists.
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Swinging Married Life
CHAPTER ONEOutside someone slammed a car door. Merry rolled over and cuddled her pillow, smiling into its fluffiness. The car started and drove off, and Merry opened her eyes to the sunlight pouring in under the window shades. She stretched and the sheet slid slowly from her, exposing the upper part of her body. Her breasts lay bare, the white orbs flattened against her chest. She shifted slightly and the orbs came together, their fullness swaying with gravity to one side of her body. She stretched again and her nipples came erect to greet the morning sun.Merry wasn't fully awake yet, she wanted five minutes more to bathe in the luxurious pleasure of waking up slowly. She dozed lightly, returning to the borders of a dream, remaining aware of the new morning. She felt warm and tingly.Richard Saunders lay next to his wife. He was still asleep, his body relaxed, a look of pleasure on his face. He slept so soundly that he never noticed Merry's soft caresses along his back, or the soft trace of her finger inside the waistband of his pajama bottoms. He didn't even feel the movement of the bed as Merry shifted so that she could slip her other hand between her legs, to trail her fingernail up and down her clit.The peace of the morning was disrupted by the ringing of the alarm clock. Six a.m. already. Six a.m., Monday morning. Shit! Merry thought to herself, rolled over and pulled the fragments of her dream back together, trying to reconstruct it so that she could get back into it.Richard turned over; he was awake now. He lay there quietly for a moment or two, ignoring the ringing clock. But then he couldn't take it anymore, the sound was filling the room. His hand groped the night table until it found the clock. He stopped the alarm and lay back, holding the clock to his naked chest. He lay there trying to focus his mind.Merry stirred gently and Richard became aware of the faint trace of her cologne. His cock stood erect and he stretched his legs so the firm rod pointed straight up. Richard looked down at it as it poked the fly of his pajamas and he felt proud of the length and thickness of his manhood.He reached over the side of the bed and dropped the clock to the carpeted floor. Then, under the sheet, he grasped his organ and shook it gently. It was Richard's way of saying good morning to himself. His hand ran slowly and loosely up and down the shaft, gently squeezing the head on the upstrokes. His thighs quivered and pleasure coursed through his loins. He was horny. Richard was horny every morning. But this was Monday morning and Richard was horniest on Mondays. To him, fucking on Monday morning was the last bit of pleasure that the weekend had to offer before the grind of the work week began.His hand continued to move up and down his shaft, the tempo increased now, as well as the tightness of his grip. He wanted to come, his balls ached with their fullness. His other hand began to creep along Merry's thigh, his touch so soft that it barely grazed her skin. Gently he pressed his fingers closer to her flesh. And when his senses became aware of her naked thigh he tightened his grip even more on his erection. His nipples tingled in anticipation as his fingers trailed along her thigh, towards her pubic hair. Richard was very excited, so excited that he was tempted to just jerk off and come. He wanted to come and he began to lift his ass, thrusting his organ upward as if to enter into an imaginary orifice. His fingers felt the wispy hair between Merry's legs and stretched in search of her clitoris. His hand was hot and Merry's skin perspired lightly under his palm.Merry shifted again, as if to accommodate him, and he wondered if she was awake. He let go of his cock for the first time and turned over, facing his wife's back.He cuddled up to her, putting his arm around her body and nestling his hard-on into the crack of her ass. Gently, ever so slowly, he pressed his body against hers, his hardness opening the crack.She snuggled back against him and his hand grazed the tip of one of her nipples. She must have felt it because she quivered and Richard felt encouraged. He began to move his hand down the front of her body. He did it lazily, as if he was just moving in his sleep. When his hand finally reached her cunt, he grabbed it firmly and pressed his palm against her clit. The contact was electric and his prick throbbed, oozing pre-coital juices. The juices greased the crack of her ass and his prick slipped freely between her asscheeks. His prick was swollen and red, hot and ready to explode. She hunched back against him now, allowing the tip of his cock to touch her anal opening. He wanted to shove himself inside it, to finally release the mounting pressures building within him, but he didn't want it to be over so quickly.He gently teased the puckering hole. He held his cock in one hand and guided it up and down between her buttocks, taunting her anus, letting it open and close gently around the tip of his rod. And his cock trembled in excitement. As his other hand loosened its grip on her cunt, and quickly thrust two fingers into her wetness, he shoved his cock into her ass, allowing the whole head to enter her. She moaned and he pumped his fingers in and out, all the while humping her from behind."Richard, don't," she whispered. "Come on, I have to get up and make breakfast... and get the kids ready for school."He kissed her gently on the neck, his fingers pumping in and out of her faster now. "Come on, - honey. We have time. I have to get up and go to work soon... to face the fuckin' grind of the office again," he said, playing on her wifely guilt, "Come on, give me something to face it with."She smiled, but he didn't see the smile. She stretched and as she did so, she pressed her body back against his. His cock penetrated her ass again, and her smile became one of womanly pleasure. Then she sighed and said, "But the kids will hear us. They're probably awake already, just waiting for us to get up... I'd better get breakfast."Richard wasn't about to give up seducing his wife. He slipped his pajamas down and kicked them off, leaving them under the covers at the foot of the bed. Moving his body over hers, with both hands he turned Merry over and climbed on top of her, his prick between her legs. It slipped easily up and down between her gaping cuntal lips."No! Please... there really isn't time," Merry pleaded with Richard, but with very little conviction in her voice. Her hands moved tenderly down his back and rested at his hips. She arched up and her clitoris met his shaft. "Mmmm, Richard... don't... don't do this," she said, trying to sound convincing, trying to fight off her arousal.Richard grinned at her. His prick was sliding effortlessly between her lips and their pubic hairs matted together from her juices. He felt the lips open and close around his cock and he felt the hardness of her clit as it stood rigid, reaching for his flesh. He was ready to burst, he was so hot. He wanted her now-right now!Completely overtaken by his lust, Richard bent his head to Merry's breast and licked wildly at her nipples... from one to the other and then concentrating on just one-nibbling, then biting gently, then sucking. He felt his balls swell, his prick throbbed and trembled, its veins bulging blue around the red shaft. With his right hand, he grabbed and guided his hardness straight into her, never pausing, never easing. His mind began to melt and his body trembled.Merry arched up to meet his thrust but then shrank back from it when she felt how hot he was. "Richard... no! Don't!... Yes! No!... Oh, Rich... yesss!" She arched up again and ground her groin against his. She crushed her tits into his chest and dug her nails into his back. "Yes, Richard... do it! Fuck me... fuck me!"And Richard fucked her. He pumped up and down up and down up and down, sweat pouring from his body, his eyes shut tight, his hand still around his cock, holding it, shoving it in and out in and out in and out of Merry. And each time Merry met his thrust, he grunted and pumped faster. His cock was big, and Merry's hole stretched tautly around it. He filled her completely and when he pulled out her flesh was drawn up and when he shoved back into her, she spread her legs wider so that he could get all the way in, all the way until she could feel him touch the tip of her womb. And when he reached that far, she would close her legs tightly around him and he would shudder.Colors swirled around in front of Richard. He knew he was about to come and his body tensed, his back arched and his cock head throbbed, the hole in its tip opening and closing. The colors faded into blackness and Richard felt fire in his balls. The fire moved up the shaft causing it to swell even more than Richard thought possible. And then the fire poured from his penis, poured and poured into Merry's hole, filling it, overflowing it. And then the blackness faded into pale blue and Richard felt as if he was floating, as if his whole body was breaking down into separate molecules and each of them tingling separately. He was orgasming from every .pore in his body.At the realization that he was coming inside her, Merry's own body reacted. She loved it when he came, she loved to feel his juices filling her and oozing out again, down the crack of her ass, collecting in her anal opening. At the first touch of his hot jizm she crushed her cunt against his groin, locking his shaft inside her-touching the womb opening. She held him there, grinding wildly against him, never once releasing him. And as his sperm squeezed out of her she began to come. Her cunt fused with his cock and Merry began to swirl in space. Warmth spread from the core of her being, out of her cunt, through her legs, down to her toes. Her breasts were hard and her back arched up, her tits crushed flatly into his chest. Her nails clawed down his back and her head rolled back and forth on the pillow.The more he came the more pleasure she felt. And just as he was reaching his peak, Merry began to come again. "Now!... fuck me now... Fuck me Don't stop... please don't stop!" She begged him with her words and with her hands she grabbed his ass, holding it tight to her, as if she didn't trust him to stay inside her. "Oh god, I'm coming... fuck me... fuckfuck-fuck... I can feel you coming, I can feel your sperm and I love it!"When he felt her relax beneath him, Richard slowed his pace and lifted his body off hers. Only his cock still touched her and he drew it out, just to the tip, and then plunged it down into her again. He did that for a few minutes and then filled her again. Her legs closed around his waist and squeezed him. They shared that last minute of pleasure together, savoring it and enjoying the afterglow of their sex. Then gently Richard withdrew and rolled off Merry completely. They lay there, side by side, trying to catch their breaths, holding hands and feeling good.There was a thunk against the bedroom door and then a very quiet knock. "Mommy, I'm hungry... make breakfast!" said a little voice from behind the door."See, I told you I should have made breakfast," Merry said and then laughed.Richard just lay there. Just in time, he thought to himself... just in time. Monday morning had begun and the new week looked promising. He grinned and sat up. Then reaching for his cigarettes, he put his legs over the side of the bed and shuffled his feet into his slippers. It was time to begin again...CHAPTER TWOMerry sat at the table, the newspaper folded open to the crossword puzzle, cigarette burning in the ashtray, and a cup of coffee, her third, cooling in its mug. She filled in the little boxes quickly and then pushed the paper away. She was annoyed with the puzzle for being too easy, for not lasting long enough. Now Merry would have to face housecleaning, and Monday morning housecleaning was not easy to face.The coffee reached the right temperature for Merry's palate and she sipped it greedily. Thank God for coffee, thank God for caffeine ... and thank God for cigarettes, she thought, and lit one. She inhaled deeply, drawing the harsh smoke into her lungs and holding it there, comforting herself with it. She'd give them up someday, she thought. Someday... It was this thought which took the pleasure out of smoking; this thought and guilt at the abuse she was giving her body. She rest- ed the cigarette in the ashtray and stood up, pushing the chair back.Merry cleared the table swiftly and mechanically. Dishes placed in the sink and the table wiped clean, Merry headed upstairs to the bedrooms. Peeking into her daughter's room, Merry made a mental note to remind Debbie to clean up the mess of clothing and toys scattered throughout the pink papered room. In Richard Jr.'s room she found a similar mess. She bent to pick up the scattered trucks, stuffed animals, and plastic dinosaurs. Little Richie was still too young to pick up after himself, she thought. Nursery school was enough to handle. Merry rationalized away the fact that she pampered her son too much-and babied him. Just a little while longer and then she'd stop. He would be the last baby she'd have.After she finished in Richie's room, she gathered up all the laundry and went downstairs again, this time to the washroom in the cellar. Merry decided to start the washing machine up before getting into any heavy housecleaning. Everyone was short on underwear and her husband had just this morning complained about being out of white shirts. She adjusted the knobs on the machine, loaded in the laundry she had gathered, and poured in the right amount of soap. The machine started up and Merry leaned against it, letting the vibrations soothe the lower portion of her body. It felt good and she opened her legs and pressed herself close to the machine. Merry was horny. Flitting thoughts of masturbation passed through her mind, but she pushed them off.This morning's sex with her husband was good. She had come twice and that was unusual for Monday mornings. Usually Merry was too drained on Monday mornings... drained from cramming too much into two days and from holding on to it until the wee morning hours. They'd only gone to bed just three hours before the alarm had gone off this morning. It had been three a.m. when Merry glanced at the bedroom clock- before slipping into a peaceful sleep.Richard had made love to her slowly, lovingly, and passionately. They didn't always make love that way, but when they did, Merry found it especially erotic. It made her feel small and feminine... it made her feel soft and fragile. And sometimes that was good. It was a welcome change from the new role she and women like her were now playing. She was proud to be the new breed of woman-strong and independent-but when Richard made love to her that way, she enjoyed the total abandonment that only passivity could permit. And abandoned she had been. So abandoned that she had come more times that she could count. And when she had fallen asleep, she had felt content. She had felt as though she would never need to come again.Last night, this morning, and still Merry was horny. Got to get to work, she thought. At this rate I'll still be in my housecoat when Richard gets home. She turned from the washing machine and walked up the cellar steps to the kitchen. She couldn't resist another cup of coffee. Merry felt her energy flowing finally and one more cup of coffee would awaken her fully. She poured the coffee and drank it standing up by the sink. She looked out the little window-the one that she thought looked just adorable with the new lacy yellow curtain she had bought on sale. Sipping the hot coffee, she looked out over the beautifully trimmed and very green lawn. Richard had worked so hard on it and she was proud of both him and the lawn.Richard always worked hard. He was a good husband... and a good lover. Merry felt lucky to have such a man. Good providers aren't always good lovers. At least that's what all those articles were saying in the women's magazines that she read. And if they were true, then Richard was a damn good husband and Merry felt happy.Her marriage to Richard provided her with all the security she needed. They got on together, they understood each other, and they balanced well together. And yet, as close as they were, they were very far apart. He was more reserved-more cautious. He thought things out longer and more carefully. She took each step of her life head-on, accepting it, dealing with it and moving on to the next. He lived by thought processes and she lived by physical processes. And at times these two different routes came together-clashing. Merry and Richard would argue it out, and then, afterwards, and not usually too long afterwards, there would be the apologies, the tears, and the passionate lovemaking.Merry realized that they held a good relationship, that they were on solid grounds and that they were bringing their children up with good values. Yes, she thought, lighting a cigarette, we are the "All-American" family. She laughed to herself at the thought of herself, Richard, Debbie and Richard Jr. standing in front of the American flag while a crowd gathered to salute them. She pushed the image away and was about to wash the forgotten breakfast dishes when the telephone rang.Merry inhaled deeply on her cigarette and picked up the telephone receiver. "Hello!""Hi, Merry... it's Ron... Good morning!""Ron! Good morning," Merry answered. She inhaled again on the cigarette and then looked down at herself to see how she looked. Even though Ron couldn't see her, she smoothed out the material of her housecoat "Busy today, Merry?" Ron's voice was soft and pleasant through the receiver, and his question sounded more like a statement. He wanted to see Merry again. It had been months since the last time he had been with her."Not too. Why? Do you have time to drop over for a visit? It would be nice to see you again. It's been a long time... and... and I miss you." Merry tried to be casual in her speaking, but she failed and it was evident that she wanted Ron to come over."Yes-yes-I do have some time and I would like to come over. Are you sure it will be all right? I mean... what about the children? I don't usually see you in the middle of the day."Merry assured Ron that there would be no problem. They agreed on the time and Merry hung up the phone. Then she picked it up again and dialed her mother-in-law's phone number. The telephone rang three times before a voice said "Hello!""Mom, it's Merry. Could you do me a favor, please? I don't feel very well and I'd like to take some aspirins and get some sleep today. Do you think you could pick the children up from school and keep them there until Richard gets home tonight? He'll pick them up."Merry's mother-in-law was more than agreeable to picking up the children. She'd just love to have them all day. They'd bake cookies and finish the hand puppets they had started the last time they visited with her.Merry hung the receiver up again and, taking her coffee with her but putting out the cigarette, hurried through the house... dusting, vacuuming, wiping. Her stomach fluttered while she went through her routine quickly and efficiently. Her thighs quivered and she was aware of a wetness between her legs. She wore no panties and her juices were dripping down the insides of her thighs. Lifting the hem of her housecoat, she wiped between her legs, spreading the lips of her vagina with the material. Merry was aroused and she was tempted again to masturbate. Her horniness had been easier to deal with before Ron's call. Now the anticipation of what would happen with him this afternoon had Merry's body trembling and her cunt oozing.Merry had met Ron before she had married Richard. They had worked together for the same insurance firm. He was one of the many salesmen and she was one of the many secretaries. They had had lunch together a few times before he finally asked her for a date. Of course, Merry accepted, and on that same first date they had gone to bed together. If ever there was a stud in Merry's life, it was Ron. He was terrific in bed. His organ was long and thick and Merry had never felt a man get as hard... or stay as hard so long.When Merry met Richard and began dating him, she continued to see Ron. When Merry accepted Richard's proposal of marriage, she realized that she just couldn't stop seeing Ron. She didn't love Ron, but she did love what he did to her sexually. Ron and Merry discussed their relationship and they decided that they would still see each other from time to time. Their sexual togetherness was too good, too perfect to give up. And if Merry ever felt any guilt at this arrangement, it was brief. She didn't believe she was cheating. She called this freedom. Cheating would be taking something from Richard. She did not take from Richard. She loved him, she was always ready for him sexually. Ron... and others like him... were just for her and had nothing to do with anything else.A clanging noise drew Merry out of her reverie. She was startled and her senses became alert. She dropped the hem of her housecoat... never aware that she had been masturbating with it. She turned quickly towards the cellar from where the sound had come. "Oh no... " she said aloud running towards the door. Merry arrived in the basement to see suds cascading over the sides of the washing machine. The machine was rocking back and forth and making gurgling noises from within. Merry reached for the plug, yanked it quickly from the socket, and the machine came to a halt. No more suds oozed out from under the lid, but there was soapy water all over the machine and all over the floor.Merry held the plug in her right hand and with her left hand she took off her slippers. The water was collecting in a puddle around her feet and she dropped the electric cord. She looked around for a mop and then remembered that she had left it upstairs in the kitchen. Now she would have to track dirty soapy water upstairs and through the kitchen, all over its just cleaned floor."Dammit!"Merry reached for the rag that was on the shelf above the washing machine. Rag and slippers in hand, she tiptoed back to the stairs and climbed them. At the top step, she dropped her slippers onto the kitchen floor, held the banister with one hand and wiped her feet with the rag in the other hand. She wedged the rag into the banister and eased her feet back into the slippers.She walked quickly through the kitchen, through the living room and up the second flight of stairs to the master bedroom. As she walked she unzipped the zipper that ran up the front of the pale green housecoat. Merry noticed the wet stain on the hem and talking to herself she said: "The puddle can wait. Probably another toy... one of Richie's. He's jammed the machine before. The puddle in the cellar can wait while I take care of the puddle inside of me."By the time she got to the foot of the bed she was naked. Housecoat and slippers discarded onto the pale gray shag rug, Merry stood staring at the reflection in the mirror. She looked at her naked body, studying it and judging it. Her breasts were firm and round. They were full and good sized. An inch more and they'd be too big, would maybe even sag. Her stomach was almost flat... just a slight bulge in the middle, but not enough to detract from the graceful sway of her hips and her smooth buttocks. At thirty-two, Merry looked good.She stood there looking into the mirror across from the bed and held her shoulders back, standing proudly before it. She lifted her right hand to her shoulder and slowly caressed the flesh with her fingers. Then she trailed her fingers down her chest, lightly over one breast and then just as lightly over the other. She scraped a nail across each nipple and with both hands began to caress the rest of her body. First slowly, then faster, and then faster still, she ran her hands over her flesh... touching every intimate spot, pausing to savor each erotic impulse her fingers sent coursing through her.
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