Change Partners

by Cathryn Cooper

  One arm round her waist, and the other higher so that his hand rested on the nape of her neck, he held her close. ‘Clothes off in here,’ he said softly.

  He was quick in removing his white shirt and black chinos. Once he was down to underpants, Michael touched the thick contour of his penis that pushed against the front of his shorts. It swelled perceptibly against the fabric that restrained it.

  ‘I’m being strangled,’ he said with a laugh, and pulled his underpants off in one sweeping gesture, then stood with his hands on his hips, penis upstanding.

  Crystal, who was undressing as slowly and provocatively as possible, stared wide-eyed at Michael’s glorious appendage which rose so rigid and so splendid from its copious head of hair. She could almost smell its warmth and could certainly see its longing.

  ‘Oh, baby,’ cooed Crystal. ‘Is that all for me?’

  Smiling, Michael nodded and pivoted his hips so that his weapon swung from side to side.

  ‘All yours, Crystal, honey.’

  Purple bra, suspender belt and stockings were all that were left adorning Crystal’s voluptuous figure. Her breasts trembled as she reached for his penis. Her tongue ran over her dry lips, her eyes opened wide as she regarded Michael’s superb erection.

  ‘That’s cool!’ Michael gasped as her fingers wound tightly around his penis. The veins in his neck became more prominent as he threw back his head and closed his eyes. ‘That is so incredibly cool!’ His voice was thick with desire.

  ‘So’s the garden,’ breathed Crystal before her bright red lips gained contact with his mouth.

  When they parted, she still had hold of his penis. As she backed away from him, she pulled him along by it as though it were some fleshy, but rigid handle.

  ‘Oh, boy!’ Michael’s voice was like a broken groan. Penis gripped tightly in her hand, Crystal walked slowly backwards in the direction of the door to the garden. ‘You’ll stretch it,’ Michael protested, his steps short and quick as he went with her.

  ‘What a good idea!

  ‘OK. Stretch it if you must, but don’t pull it off.’

  Crystal laughed.

  Step by step she walked backwards, pulling Michael with her.

  At last they were outside, but still Crystal did not stop.

  No matter who might have been watching from neighbouring windows, by the time they got to the lawn there was no way they were going to resist their natural urges.

  Michael, his penis throbbing in the palm of Crystal’s hand, pulled her to him. The warm, firm roundness of her luscious breasts pressed against his chest. He raised his hands and felt the undercurve of each breast. Her skin was like silk and was enticing in itself. He wanted to feel more of her, so he followed the line of her ribs round to her spine, then felt and heard her skin passing beneath his palms as his hands travelled down to her buttocks.

  The feel of her thighs were against his as she began to pull on his cock. His pelvis picked up the tempo and began to nudge gently against her.

  He murmured against her hair, then cupped her face in his hands. He kissed her. He sucked on her lips until the taste of her lipstick was all gone and only natural sweetness remained.

  Their bodies writhed one against the other, cloaked in passion and in darkness.

  The heat of their own desire protected them against the night breeze which might otherwise have cooled their flesh.

  Michael moaned with grateful pleasure as his weapon pulsated within Crystal’s grasp.

  There was a tenseness in his belly, a fine-tuned gathering of sensations and liquid energy somewhere deep in his groin.

  He knew what was happening to him, knew that the thick vein that ran up the back of his penis was pulsating in her hand. Normally narrow and folded unto itself, it would now be expanding, throbbing as it ran with the heat of his blood. Even now he could feel the first moistness seep from its opening and tremble like a dewdrop on its sensitive tip.

  As though she too knew at what stage he was at, Crystal stopped pulling on him. Warm palms brushed against his inner thighs as her hands went between his legs and cupped his balls.

  He cried a long, blank cry, before he found the right words. ‘That’s good,’ he cried out. ‘That is so good!’

  His cries ignited the woman who did these things to him. Crystal became the flame of passion that had made him see her in a different light to his other women. Her hands were all over him, her mouth kissed at his chest and the tightly packed muscles that ran from beneath them and down to his groin.

  Her whole body seemed to undulate as the desire to please and to be pleased swept through her blood and brought colour to her cheeks and a panting, animal breathlessness to her luscious lips.

  Like him, her body too was secreting an initial moistness, a taster, a preliminary to what would eventually come.

  She rubbed her thighs one against the other, felt the touch of soft flesh on the crispness of pubic hair. There was an ache in her clitoris and a tightening of her stomach. It was as if the muscles of her womb were preparing themselves for Michael’s intrusion, just as her clitoris was aching for orgasm.

  A tension came to Michael’s shoulders and a tautness came to the small of his back as Crystal’s mouth progressed downwards to where his penis throbbed and hardened with blood and desire.

  A breeze blew Michael’s hair across his face and into his mouth. It did nothing to muffle his cry of pleasure as Crystal’s yearning mouth covered his hot, burning rod. ‘Don’t stop,’ he breathed, but Crystal did not hear him. Her mouth was working fast as if she were afraid that what she had in it might melt away and leave her hungry.

  This was her way of pushing Michael over the brink, of proving to him once and for always that she was the woman for him and that it was well worthwhile giving up everything for her. Her mouth was working as determinedly as her mind.

  Michael was falling. Crystal could not look into his mind but, if she had been able to, she would have seen that she was sucking his resistance as well as his semen from his body.

  There had been nothing, no one to match Crystal ever before and, as the hot vein that ran up the back of his penis became more swollen with fluid, Michael promised himself that he would divorce Josie no matter what.

  Damn the house, he thought to himself as he thrust his pelvis towards Crystal’s mouth. Let Josie have the house. It was probably what she wanted anyway now she was established as an artist.

  ‘Have it,’ he cried out. ‘Have it!’

  And in the new enlightenment of his mind, he meant for him to have Crystal, Josie to have the house, but also for Crystal to receive his semen which was now spurting into her mouth.

  Once the pumping of his organ had ceased, she withdrew her warm lips from his penis, tilted her head back and looked up at him. As she did so, he caressed her hair with his hands and thought of how soft it was and how bright the blue of her eyes.

  As she smiled up at him, she licked away a droplet of white fluid from the corner of her mouth.

  ‘Now me,’ she said to him, her eyes as bright as a child who thinks Christmas and birthdays have all come together.

  Slowly, she rose up and, as she did so, she ran her hands up over his thighs, his waist and his arms until her hands were resting on his shoulders.

  In the aftermath of his climax, a great softness, a great feeling of wellbeing came over him. He stood there so relaxed, so full of satisfied warmth.

  He enjoyed her caresses and tasted himself on her lips before he lay her down on the damp grass.

  For a moment, he studied her as she lay there. Supporting himself on one arm, he ran his free hand over each breast and then her belly.

  His mouth hung open slightly and his eyes gleamed as he followed the progress of his hand and wondered why her skin still seemed to have a warm glow despite a white moon
and a star-spangled sky.

  ‘You look beautiful,’ he told her. In his mind he thought of her not just as sexy, but as sex itself. ‘You are a very sexy woman,’ he said at last, but didn’t add what he really felt.

  Crystal arched her back. Her hips lifted from the damp grass. Michael gazed at her pubic hair. As she held her pelvis high, he touched her hair and ran his fingers through it.

  She was like a witch, a spell he could not escape. ‘What are you waiting for?’

  Michael shook his head. He pushed his finger between her sex lips and felt the warm, glistening fluid that was swiftly covering her inner flesh.

  He pushed his finger into her vagina, then, all resistance gone, he gasped with delight.

  He retrieved his finger from her willing portal and took a firm hold of her hips.

  Above him, Crystal writhed on the grass and stretched her arms far above her head.

  Bending his head, Michael kissed her nipples, her belly and the soft skin of her inner thighs.

  Then slowly, patiently, as though he wanted to hear her moaning forever, he ran his tongue up each thigh, then opened her lips and sucked on the small flower of delight that nestled so secretively there.

  He felt it jerk on his tongue, a small, hard nub of pure sensuality. A warm wetness transferred from her flesh to his chin, his nose and his mouth.

  This was her arousal he was drinking. This was her sexuality spreading over his tongue and trickling into his throat.

  Head digging into the soft, sweet-smelling grass, Crystal arched her back and the noises she made were like small shudders of delight.

  Michael continued to lap at the juices that were part of her arousal and part of her sex. The tip of his tongue was like a small penis as it flicked delicately at the frills of her labia and probed more determinedly into her welcoming vagina.

  ‘Do it there,’ she cried, and reached for his head, grasping handfuls of hair and pushing him to where she wanted him to be. ‘That’s it! Put your tongue there! Lick me there!’

  For a moment Michael thought he would suffocate.

  Crystal’s hands were like vices either side of his head. At the same time as she held his mouth to her sex, she jerked herself upwards, her sex dividing over his nose. Her clitoris was like a piece of gravel on his tongue, her labia like warm jelly against his chin.

  Faster and faster she jerked her hips and louder and louder came her cries.

  ‘Oh, I’m coming. I’m coming!’ She shouted the same words again and again, higher and higher, until they were like a thin scream coming from her throat. One last jerk of her hips and her sex against Michael’s mouth, and it was at last over.

  ‘Oh, baby,’ gasped a breathless Michael as she smothered him with kisses. ‘You almost suffocated me. I thought I would never breathe again. What a girl you are!’ His vision was slightly bleary as he fought to catch his breath. But Crystal’s kisses felt good upon his face, and her breasts were warm against his flesh.

  Almost as if they might give him some support, he grabbed hold of them before sinking back onto the grass. ‘What a woman! What a beautiful bosom!’

  Crystal’s hair swept the grass as she threw back her head and laughed.

  ‘Are you exhausted, honey? Am I too much for you?’ He groaned in reply.

  ‘Never mind, Michael honey. We’ll lay here a while, and then we’ll get back inside and start all over again. Won’t that be nice?’

  ‘Huh, huh.’ It was all he had the strength to say. His chest was still heaving as his breathing slowly went back to normal.

  Crystal plonked an affectionate kiss on his nose. Her lips still tasted of penis.

  ‘I don’t mind it outside,’ Crystal said in a matter-of-fact voice. ‘But, like I told you before, I never was the outdoor type.’

  Michael’s eyes snapped open. Something about that saying jolted a memory of two people making love in a field near his office.

  He took a deep breath. ‘What did you say?’

  ‘I said I’m not really the outdoor type. I did this only for you, Michael.’

  ‘Crystal, have you ever made love in an open field?’ Long black hair fell over his chest and hid Crystal’s breasts from view as she looked lovingly into his face. Then she frowned and looked thoughtful.

  ‘Well... let me see now...’ She shook her head. ‘No. I don’t think so. Why do you ask?’

  Is she lying? Michael asked himself. He decided she wasn’t.

  ‘No matter.’ He reached for her, covered her breasts with his hands and, using them in the same way she had used his penis, he pulled her down to him.

  Chapter 23

  Crystal was getting petrol when she saw Jamie. At first she pretended not to notice him, but had to say ‘Hi’ when he came strolling up to her.

  ‘Been to the country club?’ she asked him brightly.

  He shook his head. Crystal glanced over his shoulder to his car. It looked packed to the gunnels with suitcases and cardboard boxes.

  Her eyes flitted between the nozzle she had stuffed in her petrol tank and the flickering numbers that were telling her she was close to filling it up. The memory of an afternoon in a hotel bedroom was still in her mind.

  ‘I’m off,’ said Jamie abruptly.

  Crystal took the pressure off the petrol pump and, with a puzzled expression, glanced - but only glanced - up into his face.

  ‘Off where?’

  ‘I’ve been offered a job with Egyptian Oil. I’ve decided to take it.’

  ‘Good for you. I always did like a man with a spirit of adventure.’

  Without even the hint of a blush, she managed to grin at him.

  Jamie took a deep breath and stood up very straight. ‘I think so. I don’t think a workout at the country club, some changing-room storytelling, and a detached house complete with wife will ever be enough for me.’

  Crystal stopped grinning. Her mouth fell open at the implication of what he was saying.

  ‘Do you mean that Mariana’s not going with you?’

  ‘Absolutely not.’

  Jamie’s eyes did not meet hers. ‘Are you two splitting up?’

  ‘I think that would be best. I’m not really what she wants, and she no longer wants to be what I want. Besides, I think she’s found her own brand of happiness.’

  Crystal gaped then took a deep breath before she spoke. ‘If that’s the case, I’ll have to go round and see...’

  ‘No! No, don’t do that. She’s not there, you see. She’s gone away... with a friend... a few months I think. We decided it would be best that way... for everyone.’ Jamie’s mouth altered shape. It might have been a smile or it might just as easily been a grimace.

  Crystal thought how pink his complexion was against the whiteness of his shirt. She stared at him, wondered if he was hurting inside and just not showing it.

  Without really meaning to, without even really wanting to, she reached out and touched his arm. ‘Jamie...’

  He started.

  She quickly withdrew her fingers.

  ‘Jamie... look, if there’s anything I can do...’

  Without a sign of any body language whatsoever, Jamie stared her straight in the eye. ‘Nothing. I told you. I know what I want. You should know it too.’

  His grin was very wide. He winked.

  ‘You should know exactly what I like and what I want.’ Crystal went pink. She stammered before she could find any word to speak. ‘I’m not quite sure... I don’t think I... damn it... I...’

  ‘Don’t get embarrassed, Crys. I quite understand that it’s not something you usually do. But you had a reason for doing what you did that afternoon. You were angry with men and you were taking your anger out on me. I quite understand that. I understand it a lot better than I used to, you see, because my wife obl
iged me for the same reasons. The trouble was, I hadn’t realised it. I took it for granted that she liked it too. She didn’t, but I’ve only just found it out. No problem. We each have our own Achilles heel. No sweat.’

  ‘No sweat,’ repeated Crystal in a small voice, her mouth too dry to say anything loud.

  Jamie took hold of her shoulders, leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek.

  ‘Take care, Crystal baby.’ He winked. ‘Take care of yourself - and Michael.’

  She stared at his broad back as he went. The petrol nozzle was still in her hands. She was not aware that her fingers were stroking the long length of silver metal. Her mind was not switched on to such a mundane matter. In her mind she was again in the humid closeness of a hotel bedroom and a man’s broad bottom was growing pink because of her.

  She didn’t bother to fill the tank completely. Her movements became suddenly agitated. She glanced at her watch as she pushed the nozzle back into its rest. Her feet flew across the forecourt, her fingers fumbled for her charge card.

  She grabbed and paid for a can of Diet Coke before she rushed out of the service-station shop and back to her car.

  One hand on the Wheel, she drank her Coke, her eyes bright with thought as she considered how fast she could get the news to Michael - or even Thomas.

  Thomas.

  She hadn’t thought about her husband for a few days, not since he’d gone away on that business trip. He was due back today and she hoped he was at home now.

  The moment she arrived, she rushed into the house and out into the conservatory where Thomas was standing dressed in only his dressing gown. It occurred to her that it was a strange time of day to be wearing a blue silk dressing gown.

  ‘You’ll never guess what,’ Crystal blurted. ‘Jamie’s left Mariana...’

  Her rush of words stopped abruptly the moment she realised that Thomas was not alone.

  ‘Josie! I didn’t know you were here.’ She forced a smile, then noticed that Thomas and Josie were both holding wineglasses; white wine with bubbles floating around the top. Champagne!