Chapter 4
Christine napped for a while, and we had a short stop again when she woke up.
As we were walking back to the car, she said, "I wish I could offer to drive for a while." She gave me an apologetic smile as she added, "I should get my license back soon, as long as I can prove I won't try to run over bailiffs serving papers again."
I knew her license had been revoked, but I had never heard why. I laughed with her.
"That's okay. You can't give me road head if you're driving," I teased.
She playfully punched me and bit back a couple of responses.
"It's not dark yet," she finally answered. We both laughed as I turned to look at the setting sun. We got in the car and I started driving.
Once again, we were barely up to speed on the highway when she turned to me with a question.
"So what are your swinger friends like?" she asked.
"Besides being perverts with no morals?" I asked back. She smirked at my joke. "For the most part, we are just normal people who enjoy sex. None of us are supermodels or elite athletes, but I'd like to think we all have some level of attraction to each other. Sort of like in the story about Mary, there are some women that wouldn't wish me on their worst enemy, and there are other women who wish I was around more often. Would you like to meet them?"
She was shocked by my sudden question.
"Meet?" she gasped. "Like, what do you mean?"
I laughed at her worry.
"No one there bites, at least not until they get to know you. We have some friends that are having a party tomorrow night. If you came to our house tonight, we could probably convince my wife to go. We would just go to meet people. I know that we can tell our friends that you are new to the lifestyle, and they would let us show you around for a bit. You would meet some nice people, and maybe get to see a thing or two. My wife won't want to stay and play, so we probably wouldn't get to do anything there.
"Also, it would make her uncomfortable if we did anything at the house and made her feel left out, so you'd be safe from my demands until we figure something out. Assuming she's good with there being something to figure out."
Christine thought about it for a moment.
"My mom seemed eager to have me out of her house these last couple of days. I made some contacts that will help me with some of my financial stumbling blocks, so I should be in my own place soon. Still, I bet my mom wouldn't mind if I was gone for another couple of nights."
I managed to refrain from teasing her about being our age and living with her mother.
"I guarantee you would meet some interesting people." I gave her a grin. "You never know. You might meet a guy you like and we can set up your first threesome. You might meet a girl you like and we can do a threeway like that as well."
"I don't know about that," she replied in a flustered tone.
"Are you telling me your body doesn't want to cum with a cock in both ends?" I teased.
She took a shaky breath as she reached over and caressed my leg.
"Maybe it does," she admitted, "but right now, I'd settle for cumming with a cock in my throat. If you promise not to crash, I'll let you cum there, too."
I slid my hand into her hair and pulled her close to steal a quick kiss before pushing her face down toward my crotch.
"It's not a matter of what you'll let me do," I reminded her. "You will need to beg before I claim that part of you."
"I'm not going to beg," she reminded me as she worked my pants open.
Surprisingly, I was only half-hard as she pulled my cock out. She moaned and purred as she teased me to full hardness.
I slid my hand down and tried to push it into the back of her pants. After a couple of tugs, she helped by unbuttoning them, and I was able to slide my hand in. She clenched her butt cheeks as my hand slid by, but then she relaxed as my fingers reached through and found her wet slit. We both settled in to enjoy a slow tease as the miles slid by.
Suddenly, my Bluetooth system announced that I had an incoming call from my wife.
"Answer," I instructed and then waited for the telltale beeps.
Christine tried to sit up, but I was quick to slide my hand back up and push her back down onto my cock. She gasped, but trembled as she realized my naughty intentions.
"Hello dear," I said as the line connected.
"Hey love," my wife replied. "Um, how are, um, things?" she prompted.
I understood that she was asking if I was mad at Christine or not. I knew she would probably forgive me for the white lie I was about to tell in order to get her to agree to go to the party.
"I'm doing all the driving, and Christine is doing her own thing," I answered.
Christine tried to give me an angry look as I continued to hold her down on my cock. My cock hit the back of her throat and she surrendered to the pleasure.
"Did you at least try to get along with her?" my wife asked.
"I'm trying," I insisted with a naughty smile for Christine. "We actually talked for a while. There is something I should tell you, and then I have a favor to ask of you."
"Actually, that's kind of why I called," my wife answered.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well," she said, drawing the word out, "I was actually calling to see when you would be home. If you're not too far behind schedule, I have a huge favor to ask of you."
"Part of my favor is having Christine come to our house for the weekend," I said. "We're just short of where I have to turn toward Chicago to drop her off. If I head straight home, we'll be there in less than two hours."
"Hmm," my wife said as she thought for a moment. "You may not want her to come here after you hear my favor."
"Oh?" I prompted.
"Do you remember me being jealous when Tina and Freddy won tickets to see Luke Bryan in Dubuque? It was all part of a weekend getaway in the casino there?"
"Sure?" I prompted again. I could already see where she was headed.
"Her mom backed out at the last moment, and they invited me. I mostly already accepted. Is it okay if I go?"
"You know it is, or you wouldn't have accepted. I've got about five miles before I have to go left or right, so let me ask my favor. You can say no if you want to."
"What is it?" she asked.
"First, let me quickly apologize for a little mistake. Christine was asking questions and I accidentally let the cat out of the bag."
I waited for her to say something. My gut feeling was that she was going to be relieved about not having to hide things from Christine anymore, but I wasn't completely sure. The line remained silent.
"She was surprised at first, but then a little intrigued. I suggested that she should meet some of our friends, which led to me mentioning the party tomorrow."
The line remained silent. It was not the silence of a disconnected call, but the silence of a wife letting her husband reel out enough line to hang himself. I couldn't make myself stop talking.
"I thought the three of us could go, just to let her meet people and see that we aren't all lunatics. I could still take her, but you would have to call Kathy and Darren first. You know they won't let me show up with the wrong woman unless you call and tell them you approve."
I finally managed to stop talking, and the line was silent for five long seconds. At some point in the conversation, Christine had pushed away, and she was giving me a worried look as we waited.
My wife finally asked, "Was she mad at me?"
I had to restart my brain to figure out what she was asking. Christine shook her head.
"Actually, she was shocked, but then she seemed relieved," I said. Christine actually nodded. "She said she had been mad at you about some things you had said that weren't true, and now that she was starting to see why you said them, she understood."
"The Mary thing," my wife exclaimed. "Did you tell her the truth about that?"
"You knew she won't believe me unless she hears it from you," I suggested.
There was a moment of silence. I almost started to worry that my wife was afraid to have that conversation.
"Are you sure she's not listening?" my wife almost whispered.
"She's too busy ignoring my hard cock," I laughed.
Christine's eyebrows shot up and she gave me a mean look as she pulled my hard cock down and caught it with her teeth. She gave me a look as she threatened to bite me. I caressed her cheek and grinned.