Author's Note: Please excuse the delay in getting this installment online. I had to take time out to write a few paid pieces before continuing to write for pleasure.
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PART SEVENTEEN: Change Partners!
At three p.m. on Sunday afternoon, Emily Porter kissed her husband at the front door, handed him his suitcase and suit bag, and said, "Now you play nice with Tania. Okay? Have fun."
"This is very weird," Robert said. "But, I sure will have fun."
Emily kissed her husband and sent him on his way.
When she closed the door, she stood looking at the living room a moment wondering if she was really ready for company. Yes, there were small bottles of lubricant available in the living room, kitchen, her office on the first floor, and all the bedrooms upstairs because it paid to be ready. A large bottle downstairs, of course. She'd put one of her smaller dildos in her office and another in the basement where they'd be handy, too. Plug in the camera! She hadn't done that.
Emily walked to the kitchen and got the camera, which she carried out to the living room and connected to the computer to charge it up. They'd already put a new memory card in, so it had room to spare. Robert had specifically asked that they take plenty of pictures.
Except for making supper, was about it.
She had drawn Jason O'Neil while Elaine got Paul Burton. Emily wasn't acquainted with either of the men personally, though she'd had a taste of Jason's cock at the party, so she was looking forward to having two strange men in the house and no idea of what would happen between them.
Nobody had specified who would be in charge of these swaps. It was implied that the women had final say in their activities, since they were the ones drawing names, but it was never spelled out. They would have to play that by ear.
The couches! She hadn't covered them.
"Elaine! Bring down some towels," she called up the stairs. She didn't have old comforters, so she would only protect the cushions with bath towels. It would probably be enough. "About five!"
Elaine came bouncing down the stairs a moment later with several large towels. "This'll be cool," she said, as they put the towels down on the couches. "You'll like Paul. His dick is a little shorter than Carter's, but not much."
"Elaine, don't tell me you're one of those bigger is better girls," Emily said. "Don't be so fast to judge."
"Oh, it's just three quarter inch or so. We measured all the guys at one of the parties. But I read that a woman will always judge a man's cock against the size of the first one that fucked her. Danny's cock isn't small."
"No, it certainly isn't," Emily agreed, envisioning her son's hard cock right then.
She wondered if he was already putting it in Betty Burton, or if they were baking some cookies first. He had seemed happy enough to be going across the street to the Burton house, and she hoped he was having fun.
That was when the doorbell rang, and her thoughts returned to her own activities.
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Danny had been interested in watching the Burton videos. He wasn't sure why, since he'd seen all the Burtons fuck at the party, but the illicit, private nature of their home videos made them special. He'd already asked about them, so Betty knew right off that he'd be wanting a private showing.
"It's just the two of us now, young man," she said, adjusting her glasses on her prim nose. "Just you and Grandma."
"Yes, I guess so."
"I'll get us some cookies and we can settle down in the TV room. Home movies are such a treat," she said. Then she turned and walked to the kitchen, her skirt swishing back and forth on her shapely legs. Danny was impressed at her figure. Fifty-eight didn't seem like so bad an age after all.
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Robert was met with kisses at the Mosswell door. Tania held him close and kissed him passionately, and then led him in saying, "We're going to have fun, dear."
"Where's the family?"
"Tillman and Robert are already at gone, and the other children are driving back home. They've all got work in the morning."
"So it's just the three of us, then?" Robert asked.
"Oh, yes. You, me, and that cute little blond boy," she said, referring to Carter Burton.
Tania had the supreme luck of getting a two for one deal in the drawing. Sherona had drawn Carter Burton, but she had gone home and left him for her mother. That meant that both Tania and Emily would have men at home to play with for at least part of the day while their own pick from the drawing was at work. Carter and Paul both worked for Burton Construction, and, as family members, they made arrangements to work half days on Monday and Tuesday. Emily had to promise her daughter not to use Paul Burton up before she got home, but Tania had no such restrictions. She could wear the poor boy down to a raw bone during the day and have fresh meat to play with at night.
Tonight, however, Tania was mostly tired. Judging by Carter's yawns as he sat on the couch watching the ball game and waiting for Robert to arrive, he was tired, too. What Tania really wanted right now was a little nap.
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Emily was of the same opinion. It was probably foolish for them to think they could extend the party like this when they'd exerted themselves so completely the night before. Even as she invited Jason and Paul into the house, she was going though an inventory of low energy sexual positions in her mind.
Elaine was feeling quite spirited, however, and she bounded into the room to greet the men with an apparently endless supply of energy.
