Portrait Of A Swap

My wife Daisy and I are portrait painters. Usually, when I tell people that, I get a puzzled expression. Fact is, rich people still get their mugs immortalized in oil on canvas. The Cordells, in Texas, were a good example.

Four generations of Cordells had their portraits painted and hung in the main house at the ranch. Daisy and I got the commission to paint John Wesley Cordell V and his young wife Cordelia. That’s right, Cordelia Cordell, sounds pretty funny. She isn’t. But she is drop dead gorgeous. And J.W. the fifth turned out to be kind of a sneaky son-of-a-bitch. But his money will spend just fine.

It usually takes about two weeks for Daisy and me to complete a job that big. J.W. wanted portraits like the ones painted for the other four generations - huge jobbers, three feet wide and five feet high. I painted Cordelia. Daisy set out to paint J.W.

They put us up in the main house, up on the second floor. It was a nice little suite, big bedroom, living room and a big bathroom, all for the two of us, while we did the paintings. We had a nice view of the Texas prairie as far as the eye could see. A large bunkhouse, left over from the old days, was a closer view. We could look down at the ramada, built across the front of the building, from one of our windows. Maybe if he had given us a suite at the other end of the house, none of this would have happened. Hard to say.

It all started on the third day we were there. I got fed up with Cordelia fidgeting in her chair, while I tried to get my outline sketchs finished. I told her we were done for the day and went upstairs. I opened the door to our suite. Daisy was sitting on a straight chair, over next to the window. I was about to speak when I noticed her posture was a little strange. She was half turned away from the door, gazing out the window.

My wife is a tall, slender woman. I would compare her body to that actress, Sigouney Weaver, the “Alien” star. Daisy is a brunette too. I have painted her in the nude a half dozen times. I did it more to enjoy looking at her naked body, than any real desire for the paintings. She has just the right size breasts, high and proud on her chest. She fills a B cup very nicely. And, I guess I’m a lucky guy. Daisy is thirty-two to my forty-four in the age department. We’ve been married six years.

Back to that third day. The living room of the suite was dark in the late afternoon. Daisy had the curtains drawn on all the windows, except the one where she was sitting. Either she didn’t hear me come in, or she was so intent on watching something, she didn’t look my way. I stepped a little closer, trying to be quiet. When I got to within six feet, I got a surprise. She was bare below the waist - no pants and no panties. Both hands were in her crotch, busy playing with her pussy.

Without looking away from the window she said, “Drop your trousers, Dutch. I will make you glad you did.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice. I got out of my shoes and slipped off my pants and skivs. I pulled my shirt over my head and stepped up next to her. She reached for my cock with one hand. As her long wet fingers circled my shaft, I started to harden. I bent down a little and turned my head to match her gaze. I looked out the window, searching for the thing that held her interest with such power. All I could see was one man standing on the porch of the bunkhouse. He wore a beat up stetson, a faded plaid shirt, and leather chaps over his levi’s. His boots had big heels, causing him to hold his body in a strange posture.

“All I can see is that cowboy.” I said in a low voice.

“Shush, and hold still for just another, oh, oh yeah, mmmm, oh that’s good.” Her body trembled as she squeezed her hand between her legs. I felt her mild orgasm through the connection of her hand on my hard cock. All I could do was wait for her to recover and see what she had in mind.

Daisy looked up at me. Her eyes were a little unfocused and her breathing was still rapid. “Up for a little love, in the fading light of dusk?”

I was ready for anything she had in mind. Then I got my second surprise. She pulled me over until my bare hip was almost touching the window pane. Both of her hands started working on my cock. She brought her lips close to my eager cockhead. “Mmm, nice hard toy for me to play with.”

She opened her mouth and moved forward. Her lips closed around my shaft. Her magic tongue danced around the rigid crown of my cock. I put my fingertips on the sides of her face. She was really starting to get busy. She brushed away my one hand. I glanced down. I had been blocking her view of the cowboy outside. It didn’t take me long to figure out what was happening. She was sucking my cock while she kept looking at that young buck.

Thing is, it’s hard to get mad at a woman while she has your hard cock in a lip lock. I could feel my balls start to tighten. All thoughts about that cowboy were pushed back. Daisy’s hard stroking and tongue teasing were driving me right to the edge. “Oh, darling,” I said as I looked down at her bobbing head. “You are getting me there. I’ll tell you when I’m about to shoot.”

Daisy gave me a quick head shake and mumbled, “Uh-uh.”

“Oh, darling.” I managed through my heavy breathing. “You want me to cum in your mouth?”

This time her head went up and down, while she sucked my cock into her mouth even deeper. She kept looking past me, out the window. I really didn’t care at that point. It had been a week since we made love. I just wanted to come. I got my wish. Daisy reached up and started stroking my balls. Her one finger started teasing back toward my asshole. That was all I needed. My cock erupted in her mouth. She squeezed my shaft with one hand and swallowed my spunk as fast as she could. I gave her everything I had. She kept up too, until right at the end. A little white trickle escaped past her lower lip. I was about to say something when she pulled back.

Her tongue caught that last drop and pulled it into her mouth. I stood there looking down at my beautiful bride, letting my breathing return to normal. She finally let go of my softening cock. She glanced back out the window. I said, “Who was getting his cock sucked, me or that cowboy?”

Daisy looked back at my cock. She reached up with one finger and took the last drop of spunk off the end of my dick. Then she popped it into her mouth. “Tastes like it was you, Dutch. Are you complaining?”

She had me there. I decided not to press the issue. Instead, I wandered over to an overstuffed chair and eased myself down. I sat on the edge and laid myself back. I didn’t want my wet cock staining the chair. Daisy stood up and walked into the bedroom. I was treated to the sight of her black haired triangle until she was past me. Nothing like contrast, I thought, to catch my painter’s eye. For me there was no more beautiful contrast than my wife’s full bush against her milky white skin.

I was still slumped back like an exhausted rooster when she came back. She had gone to get a bottle of water. She came over and stood in front of me. We both looked down at my flacid cock, hanging between my legs. She smiled, “Looks like I drained you pretty good.”

“Yeah, I guess you could say that. Now, can I ask what that was all about?”

“That sneaky little weasel, J.W., has been begging me for a blow job for the last two days. I guess all that talk finally got to me. I had to blow somebody.”

“What about the cowboy?”

Daisy raised one eyebrow, considering. She sat back down on the straight chair by the window. The dark wet curls on her pussy caught my eye. She glanced down at herself, then smiled and shook her head. “You really want to know about the cowboy thing?”

“Tell a good story, the south might rise again.” I motioned toward my cock.

“Oh, it’s a good story, all right. You remember me mentioning Clint, he was the calf roper on the rodeo circuit?”

“Sure. One of your former lovers from before we met.”

She glanced out the window. “He’s gone now, the cowboy down there.”

I waited for her to continue. I loved it when Daisy talked about her past sexual adventures. She had talked about Clint a few times. From what she had said before I knew she had followed him on his travels for a summer. But she had never said anything about sexual matters with him. I sensed that was about to change.

“Clint was one of those guys, always acted like he was pretty happy with himself as a lover. Overall, I’d give him a seven, on the ten scale. But he did have one little thing going. Once in a while he would walk in the bedroom wearing nothing but his leather chaps. They were smooth brown ones, the kind that hung from a belt around his waist. They encased both legs all the way down to the tops of his feet. The damn things framed his cock right out there in front of him. Framed his tight little bare ass in the back too. The smell of all that leather, the feel of it against the bare skin on the insides of my thighs. He knew what effect it all had on me.”

I waited for her to continue. She just sat there with a dreamy look on her pretty face. “Sounds like powerful stuff, babe.”

“Oh yeah, just talking about it is getting me hot again. After J.W. and all his talk about blow jobs, I came in here and saw that young cowboy. Next thing I knew, my stuff was on the floor, and I was rubbing my little biffer. I haven’t diddled my pussy in quite a while.” She smiled at me. “I usually don’t have a need to get myself off, with you and your johnson there, poking at me all the time.”

We both looked at my cock. Her story had my little soldier rising just a bit. “Tell me more about Clint, maybe I can go another round.”

“C’mon in the bedroom. We can get comfortable. And if my next little story gets you up, we won’t have to run for it.”

I followed her cute little butt into the bedroom. She turned on a lamp next to the bed and we both pulled down the covers. I pushed the pillows up against the headboard and climbed into bed. Daisy stood facing me, her fingers busy with the buttons on her blouse.

“I will never get tired of watching you get naked, baby.”

She smiled and slipped her blouse off. Her bra went next. The soft shadows from the single bedside light highlighted her erect nipples and deep red areolas.

She got into bed next to me. We faced each other, both of us laying on our sides. I reached out and ran my fingertip slowly under the curve of her breast. She looked down at herself and said, “You want to hear the story, or are you ready to go again now?”

We both looked down at my semi hard cock. I knew hearing her sexy story would get me all the way up. “Tell me more about you and Clint. I have a feeling this might be good.”

Daisy took my teasing hand and pushed it down on the sheet. “I can’t tell a story while you’re getting me all excited. I am so horney lately, something about this place. You notice anything strange?”

I considered her question. I hadn’t noticed anything other than Cordelia pushing her big pillow tits up until she had me staring at her cleavage. There was no doubt, the woman was a tease. I said, “Not really, babe. Was old J.W. pressing you for anything besides a blowjob?”

Daisy sighed. “Yeah, he mentioned how he and Delia, as he calls her, like to swap partners with other couples. He asked if you and I had ever done anything like that.”

“What did you tell him?”

“I told him the truth. I told him about that time we came real close.”

“You told him about that young couple at that art show?”

Daisy reached out and stroked my cheek. “You know we would have that time, if that little gal hadn’t chickened out at the last minute.”

I remembered the episode like it was yesterday. A motel room with two double beds. My wife and the young guy making out like crazy on one bed. Me and his cute little redheaded wife, trying to keep up, on the other. And just when I got her shirt off and her bra unhooked she freaked out. She jumped up screaming and carrying on like the world was about to end. Daisy and I had been left to wonder what the hell happened.

I asked Daisy, “How much did you tell him?”

“Only that we tried a swap once and it didn’t work out. You know, I’ve always wondered. Did you bite that gal’s nipple or what?”

We both chuckled. “No, I told her she had beautiful tits. And I was dying to find out if the hair on her furry little muffin matched that red hair on her head.”

Daisy rolled more on her back. “God, that guy had the biggest dick I ever saw outside a cattle barn. All you had to do was keep that woman quiet for another two minutes. I would have had my pussy stuffed with his huge cock. I wouldn’t have let him go either.”

My cock twitched against my leg. I remembered glancing over at my wife and the young guy. He had been hung like one of those porn star guys, the biggest dick I had ever seen on a white man. “I was kind of looking forward to watching you get your pussy reamed too.”

Daisy turned her head and looked into my eyes. “You really did want to see that, didn’t you?”

Honesty was the order of the evening. “Baby, I would have loved to see that guy stuff his big ol’ rod deep as it would go. You are so damn beautiful when you’re thrashing around, having one of your big O’s. And the thought of seeing your sweet pussy, your swollen cunt lips stretched open from a big hard cock, another man’s cum trickling out of your well fucked hole, damn, I can’t think of an image more powerful than that.”

We both looked down at my fully erect johnson bar, standing out parallel to the sheet. She said, “Looks like you aren’t kidding.”

She wrapped the fingers of one hand firmly around my shaft. “I guess I’ve known that for a while. I have just been afraid of that green eyed monster.”

“You mean jealousy? Gee Daisy, I love you but I don’t own you. We both have the life we love. I suppose there is the risk that you might fall in love with some other guy. But, I don’t think so. Great sex is great sex. I think we could have that and still keep our marriage together.”

“I think you’re right. And I think you are confident in yourself. You know I love you too much to let some stud turn my head.”

Her fingers were working magic on my cock. I asked, “Now that we have that settled, how that story about you and Clint the chaps guy?”

She eased over toward me and changed hands on my cock. I was treated to the sight of her beautiful naked body, stretched out on her back. Her long black hair, splayed on the pillow, matched the damp black curls above her pussy. Those same curls promised the tight warmth of her pussy, at the purely feminine junction of her creamy white thighs.

“I changed my mind. I guess it’s OK if you want to play with my pussy while I tell this,” she said in a husky whisper.

She spread her legs slightly as my fingers found the heat of her moist cunt lips. We both lay still. It was like we merged into the same breathing pattern as she gathered her thoughts. I thought I would like her story to go on forever, as long as she held my hard cock and my fingers moved slowly, spreading her swollen nether lips.

“We were on the rodeo circuit, up in Cheyenne. Clint had finished in the money the week before, so we had a decent motel. I was taking a nap late in the afternoon. He was out looking at a horse some guy had for sale.”

“I woke up slowly to the smell of those soft brown chaps. I opened my eyes and he was standing there. His hard cock was framed by that worn leather. He was just waiting for me to wake up.”

“I was naked. I got up on my hands and knees, the sheet slipping off. Clint stood right next to the bed. I couldn’t take my eyes off his cock. It was like slow motion. I moved until he could feel my breath on his swollen tip. Then I extended my tongue. There was just a drop of his fluid pushing out of the little slit at the tip. I licked it.”

“Damn, the smell of that leather was like some kind of powerful aphrodisiac. My pussy got so wet so fast, I actually felt my juice trickling out and dribbling down the insides of my legs. I put my fingers down into the tops of those chaps and pulled his cock into my mouth. It was like I was possessed or something. I just devoured his cock. And all the time I was eating up that leather smell with my nose.”

I put another finger in her pussy. Her natural juice was drenching my hand and, like she said, trickling down into the crack of her tight little ass. She glanced over at me and continued, “I swear I took the entire length of his stiff cock down my throat. That was a first for me. I just couldn’t get enough.”

“Then I remember the feel of another pair of hands on my bare ass. I know I arched my back and spread my legs as much as I could. I didn’t care who it was back there doing me. I was just so intent on sucking Clint’s cock and breathing in that leather smell. And the feel of those strange fingers, playing with my pussy from behind, was almost too much.”

“Then I felt what only could have been a hot stiff tongue splitting my pussy lips. Right about that second, I pulled Clint’s cock all the way down into my throat. His shaft started jerking. And that magic tongue found my clit. I popped an orgasm that probably showed up on those earthquake machines. I know I actually squirted juice out of my pussy. It was so damn intense.”

I worked my two middle fingers faster in her hot wet pussy. Then I pulled them out and up. Her little clit was a hard bud between my fingers. All I could think to do was slide along that slippery crease and put just a hint of pressure at the center of her arousal. She pushed her back down on the bed, raising her hips slightly. “Oh yes, keep doing that, Dutch. Oh baby! I’m coming again. Ummmm, yeah.”

She still gripped my hard cock. Her hand squeezed my shaft as she climaxed. I wanted to move over between her legs and bury my cock deep in her pussy. But, I also wanted to hear the identity of the mystery man in her story about Clint.

I kept silent. She always enjoyed the time after an intense orgasm to settle back down, while savoring the little after tremors. After a long minute, she looked over at me. “Feels like you’re ready to dip your wick in my cunny, Dutch.”

Daisy was right on that score. Instead, I asked, “Who was the mystery man behind you?”

She raised her eyebrows. “I’m not sure I want to say.”

“Oh no, you can’t share that kind of story, and not tell the rest of it.”

She squeezed my hard cock again. “You sure you wouldn’t rather take care of this?”

“Not until I hear the rest, dammit.”

“Well, OK,” she stalled. “The fact is, the mystery man was actually a woman.”

She got my attention with that little gem. “You mean, you got your pussy licked by a woman?!” Don’t you dare tease me with stuff like that, then tell me your were kidding, or something.”

Daisy turned a little on the bed to face me. “I just rolled up in a ball after that orgasm with Clint. When I could see straight again, well, there she was. Her name was Belle, if you can believe that. She was a barrel rider. Cute little thing, naked as a jaybird, firm little tits, laying next to me, while Clint stood there enjoying the view.”

All sorts of sex scenarios were dancing through my head. I had to ask. “Well, did you, ah, return the favor with little Belle?”

She squeezed my cock harder. “Dutch, you nasty man. You think I have some hidden desires in that particular direction?”

“Well, do you?” The question came from across the room in the unmistakeable booming voice of J.W. Cordell.

Daisy and I both sat up and stared at the picture that met our eyes. J.W. and Cordelia stood just inside the door to our bedroom. He wore a leather vest and a pair of full length, brown leather chaps - nothing more. His thick hard cock was framed by the cut of the chaps.

Cordelia wore a pink corset like thing. It pushed up against the undersides of her huge breasts, making a stunning display of her naked, exposed tits. The thing ended just above her closely trimmed blonde pubic hair. Aside from her high heels, the corset was her only garment.