Heather Ch. 04

Chapter 4: Swap Meat

What did Frank have in mind? Heather listened in anticipation.

"I want to expand our open marriage," Frank started. With the score being Heather infinity, Frank 1, Heather imagined Frank wanted to play catch-up.

"When I was married, I would go to monthly meetings with people from the office in their homes. We shared our spouses. Since my last divorce, I haven't had a spouse to share. Bringing a non-spouse violated the rules. Now that I have a wife and am functional again, I was thinking of attending another office meeting, but you have to agree to it, Frank explained plainly.

"A wife-swapping party," Heather clarified. "Why not? Should I get my hair done? I need to make an appointment with the salon." Heather would finally meet some of Frank's friends. "Can we bring Julie?"

"No," Frank said quickly. "Wives only, no plus one."

"I will miss work. I need to make a car payment," Heather fretted.

"I'll pay your car off." Frank didn't want to deal with it. "They meet on the fifteenth of every month. We have some time."

Julie liked the idea of having the house to herself for a few days. It will help her get her head together and come up with new ideas for the cam show. She could see what else was on TV instead of "Gilligan's Island" playing on a loop.

The swap meet is in Charlotte, home of the corporate office, that Frank left long ago. Now he was coming back. What has it been? 10 years? On the plane, Frank explained what he wanted Heather to do. "When we get there, don't deny yourself. I would consider it a failure unless you got off every dick in the house. I want to watch you having porn-star quality sex. I will be engaged with Joy."

By "engaged," Heather assumed Frank would be having sex. She felt slightly slighted that Frank didn't want to use his weekly load on her or even Julie. Who was this woman?

They went to a large home in rented car in Myers Park. It made Frank's home look like a shack. Heather did come prepared. Hair, skin, and nails were all perfect. She had some baby oil in her waistband. Frank kissed Heather before they entered. "Remember, porn star quality, leave no dick untouched, and make the woman loathe you."

The party was already in the early stages of introduction. No one had sex yet. Guys were mingling in their underwear, women in bras and half slips. They were really excited to see Frank, their former owner, after a long hiatus. Fred introduced his young, lovely bride to his envious colleagues and not-so-happy wives.

"This is Mike Lawyer and his wife Sue. They are Fink Enterprises' best attorneys. This is Robin Bank, our CFO, and his wife, Penny, who oversees budgeting. Nat Turner and his wife Paige oversee our digital library. Saul Goodman is the CEO, and this is his wife, Joy. Last but not least are Phil Job and his wife, Anita, who run HR and recruitment. Who knows, you might be interviewing with them someday."

The guys were all in their sixties and overweight. Their wives were younger and by younger, no younger than 55. They all had work done. Silicone breasts, tummy tucks, and somewhere in Charlotte there was "The Surgeon General of Beverly Hills" looking to get sued. Heather made a Note to self: Death before Botox.

Heather espied a man sitting in the open kitchen. He was sipping cognac with a water back. He was dressed in a cashmere-and-silk flannel suit. A closed notepad sat beside him. Heather didn't ask--just a perv who would be beating off watching.

Heather got everyone's attention, just like she loved it. Mike said to Frank, "I see you married Pristine Edge," as a way to compliment his bride.

Frank smiled. "Heather is younger, prettier, has bigger tits, and they are real... Oh, and she has the best pussy in the world."

Frank was bragging. Heather liked his response and was encouraged, if not pressured, to perform.

"Can I change somewhere?" Heather asked.

The guys were disappointed she did not strip right then and there. Joy said, "Upstairs there are plenty of bedrooms and bathrooms."

Heather walked away, putting a little more into her ass wiggle. Upstairs she got prepared, pulling baby oil out of her ass...

She returned within minutes. She was wearing heels and a smile. Her naked body was oiled up, showing off smooth young tanned skin. She walked over to the guys, placed her hand on the crotches of Mike and Robin, and said, "Who wants to fuck?"

Every man wanted her. This wasn't going to be a one-on-one pairing. The guys were feeling her butt. Heather said, "I will let the guy with the smallest dick fuck me in the ass." She thought it funny, having guys compete for the smallest dick. They actually compared. Heather was just kidding and was trying not to laugh. The wives got the joke.

Heather got on all fours. Saul mounted her ass from behind as the others watched. After a couple of thrusts, Heather said, "Boys, I still have some open holes." It has been years since a wife took on more than one dick at a time. Robin got underneath and worked his dick into her pussy. Mike and Phil took turns at her mouth.

Frank undressed and turned to Joy. Maybe we should get down to business." Joy had jet-black hair and a matching bush. She was Native American. Frank always liked exotic. While they were fucking, they were both "guilty" of watching Heather. The ignored wives poured themselves another drink.

As Heather and the soon-to-be separated husbands got into a rhythm, she remembered her pussy. She grabbed Robin's dick, which had found a nice wet happy home, and squeezed it. He was done. He pulled out, and the guys said, "What, you're done already?"

They kid the poor guy and called him "Rocket Robin." Penny hasn't seen him cum like that in decades. If anything, he has issues.

Robin protested. "It's not me, it's her. It's her tight pussy. You try it then and see."

Nat went next into the well. Heather just now had one dick to suck. Nat worked his way in and was stroking away. "This is how you do it," he bragged.

Heather popped his dick like a teen squeezing a pimple. Nat was surprised. "I see what you mean. He turned to Frank, who was on the couch fucking Joy. "Jesus, Frank, you should have warned us."

He did warn them but was too busy going Native to respond.

After Saul came, this allowed Heather to use her hands as well as her mouth on Mike's dick. She gave him a sloppy wet blowjob. She got him good and hard, sucking his balls. His tip was in her mouth, she was stroking and pop! She pushed his button, and Mike shot the biggest load he could remember for a 60-ish guy. Heather used his cum and painted her face, porno style. "7 minutes left" was all she could think.

She wasn't the only painted face. Frank had trouble coming in Joy's pussy and requested that she suck his dick. This wasn't the first time she did this. How do you think Saul got his job? Truth be told, she hadn't sucked one in a long time. She had once enjoyed it. Frank shot his load, and Joy was between breaths, and it caught her off guard. Cum came out of her nose and all over her lips. No one noticed other than Frank. "Are you alright?"

Joy laughed, and Frank laughed with her. It would be their secret to the grave.

Heather cleaned up, but stayed naked. She doubted if any of the guys would be fucking anything else that evening. She helped herself to a bottle of water in the fridge, something called Acqua Panna. Dumb shits. They spelled Aqua wrong.

The gentleman was still there sipping his drink. He closed his notebook when Heather came in. He had been scribbling up a storm. Then she recalled the words of Frank, "every dick in the house."

Without saying a word, Heather crawled under the table and unzipped his pants. She reached in and pulled his limp dick out. She sucked him as he got hard. She removed his pants. He even cooperated by getting up to get the pants down. Under the Table, Heather was trying to get him rock hard, but it wasn't working that well. She heard the notepad open. She was able to locate the perineum, which Mom called the "taint spot." She pushed it, and his cock stood at attention.

With his pants bunched up around his ankles, Heather was able to mount him. She bounced up and down on his dick. He closed his eyes for a moment, long enough for Heather to see her name in his newly opened notebook, but nothing more. She performed her patent-pending dick squeeze on him, and he shot his load too. He was a tough cookie.

Heather got up, and cum dripped on his 13,000-dollar suit. "Oops. Sorry." She took her misspelled water bottle with her into the sex room to see if anyone was ready for a second round.

Joy shouted, "That is my Acqua Panna!"

Heather handed her the half-full bottle. "Here, take it. Tastes like fucking Lake Michigan." She swore for effect like her Momma taught her. Were they all hating her yet?

Joy was not amused, but her husband, who thought the same thing, was. He smiled but did not dare speak.

The guys had their underwear back on, covering their shrunken heads. Heather looked around at the pissed spouses and asked, "Anyone want their pussy eaten? Anybody brought a double dildo?"

That was something the wives didn't do, or at least not in front of people. They turned to ignore Heather, who got on her knees. "I will close my eyes; just stick your pussy in my face."

They still pretended she wasn't there. "Okay, how about you guys? Ready to go again?"

Three guys came over with their dicks out. Saul did not. They were limp. Heather said, "I am not going to be your fluffer. If you want some of this," pointing to her pussy, get hard first." Then she quietly said so only they could hear, "Go ask your wives to suck your dick so you can fuck me."

OMG! They did! Heather was semi-joking. Her pussy had more power than she thought. You could hear one of the wives yell, "Go suck your own fucking dick!!!" Swearing for effect was catching on.

Fred motioned his head for Heather to get dressed. Things were disrupted in paradise. Fred felt he had paid them all back for forcing him out of his own company.

Heather talked to Fred when they got outside. "Did I fuck up? "

"You did better than my greatest expectations, Baby Girl." Fred was loving it.

Heather asked about the man in the kitchen. Fred said he never saw him. She knew that was a lie, but let it go.

They opted to visit Florida. This was sort of a Honeymoon at Disney World. Hopefully Fred could get off again.

Part 2: Home Alone

This is the first time Julie has ever had a house to herself. She went into the great room, stretched out her arms, and spun around. She threw herself on the sofa. It felt great. She wanted to watch TV. It took her a while to learn which remote did what. She hoped Fred would know how to get "Gilligan's Fucking Island" back in the loop.

Julie had an idea for her Hitomi web show--a guest with girl-girl action. Julie palmed the contact card Sofia Falcone left at the bar when she left--one ringy-dingy.

Sofia was glad to hear from Julie. She had been masturbating thinking about their sole encounter. They chatted for a bit as Julie explained her new living situation and mentioned her cam show. She asked Sofia if she would be willing to do a show with her and they could split the proceeds. It could be a weekly thing.

Sofia gave Julie a harsh, "Eat me."

"What, what did you say?" Julie didn't expect that.

"Eat me. All you have to do is eat me, and I will pay you what you thought you would have made."

Julie considered Sofia's counteroffer. "Or we could do that."

Sofia came over to see Julie. They made popcorn and watched "Wednesday." Sofia said she would like to eat Jenna Ortega, while Julie preferred Enid. Sofia had a dark side. It was clear she was the Yin to her Yang.

Their hands touched in the popcorn bowl, and not by accident. They moved the popcorn and kissed. They were slow, deep kisses. They slowly undressed each other. Hands and kisses were placed gently on each other's breasts. They used their palms to touch each other's nipples.

The pants came off while sitting. Julie took Sofia by the hand as they moved their fully nude bodies to the bedroom, leaving their clothes behind. They lay next to each other, kissing and embracing. Sofia's gentle kisses slowly made their way down Julie's body, eventually reaching her sweet spot.

Julie gasped and bit her lip. Sofia playfully used her teeth on Julie's clit. Her tongue moved slowly, teasing Julie, and she then sped up. Julie held Sofia's head when she orgasmed. Sofia lifted her head. "Sweet and sour pussy."

Julie returned the tongue lashing on Sofia's hairy black bush. She repeated nipping the clit and masterfully brought Sofia to orgasm. She had a weird movement in that when she came, she moaned and arched her back, as her pussy went up. Julie moved with it: "Garlic and Onion." Julie was spent.

They watched TV in robes. Julie said they could do a cam show and do their part to fight communist aggression here at home.

Sofia laughed, "Oh, for fuck sake. You do know Russians do cam shows."

"Just an idea," Julie said.

Sofia explained to Julie, "I can't do a cam-show. If my family found out, it would kill them, literally." She paused and then continued with a wicked smile, "All of them."

They started talking about their futures. Sofia suggested Julie should stop the cam show and go back to school.

Julie explained it wasn't that simple. She didn't have the money without the show because she'd fallen out with her Dad. It was a Catch-22.

Sofia asked, "Did it have anything to do with that night?" referring to the poker game when her dad fingered fucked her in front of everyone.

Julie confessed, "Yes, that's part of it. It was the proverbial straw."

It was getting late; Sofia was saying her goodbyes when Julia asked, "Stay the night. I don't want to sleep alone."

Sofia said, "I don't think I can afford that."

Julie went on, "I don't charge friends."

Sofia said softly, "I would love to stay with a friend." She added, "I would love to stay with a real friend."

Julie: "A real friend?"

Yes, said Sofia, "A friend helps you move; a real friend helps you move the bodies."

Julie said, "I could do that," without thinking about what she was agreeing to.

They bonded very quickly. They spent the next day together. Cubs game seemed right. They both bought a Cubs ball cap and made it look good. Of course there was no way to cover up Julie's massive tits. Guys were turning around in their seats to look at her lungs.

Sofia got pissed and yelled at the guy, "What the fuck are you looking at!" He turned back around real fast. "Hey! I'm talking to you, fuck-face. What the fuck are you looking at!"

The poor guy squirmed. He turned around and, while looking down, offered up an apology. He got up at the end of the inning and never came back. Julie had mixed feelings about her new protector. This could have gone bad.

They went out to the Southside to eat while it was still light. This is when Sofia asked Julie, with a mouth full of cheese fries, to move in with her. She explained she could be her Fuck-buddy instead of being an odd third wheel. She added, "Who eats pussy better?"

Julie gave that point to Sofia. It was a matter of paying her way.

Sofia tempted, "What if I could get you a scholarship? A good one. A full ride."

"I've applied. They couldn't see my tits on paper," replied the Hitomi in her.

"Yes, but have you applied for the Arkam Institute scholarship?"

"Never heard of it, "Julie replied.

"That is because my family runs the foundation. We award scholarships from time to time. No one applies or even knows about it, so they only go to family members. I will make you family." Sofia had an air of confidence.

They went back to Sofia's place. It was a huge old mansion, modernized. Above the fireplace was the Falcone family crest: A black falcon with one red claw. Julie was sold. "Heather who?" She liked the fact that Sofia was strong, confident, dark, and didn't wear panties. In a whirlwind romance, she had transplanted herself.

She asked Sofia what she did. She replied, "I guess my official title is Assistant to the Mayor.". Her dad Carmine was the Mayor. Later Julie would discover he wasn't really a mayor of any town; that was just his title. If she accepted the scholarship it had strings. She had to become a teacher and spend at least one year teaching in Massachusetts, a place Julie could neither spell nor had been to.

Sofia reassured her. "It will be a blast. I will go with you. My family's main house is there, Falcone Crest."

Julie nodded. "I think I heard of it."

Sofia was a fan of "Wheel of Fortune." First, she loved watching Varna White, someone she wanted to abuse and degrade, plus she was good at it. So good it caught Julie's attention. "You are really good at this. You get so many with only one letter."

Sofia did her Wednesday Addams impersonation, "I used to play hangman as a child."

Julie ventured out to the local convenience store, thinking about how to break this to Heather and wondering how she would react. While checking out, she noticed "The Jail Report." On the front page was their family therapist arrested for prostitution. Mother Fucker. Her dad had set up this whole "freeuse" fuck toy thing. All that fucking and cock sucking should not have happened.

In her anger, Julie bought three copies and went to her old home. They knew she was there by the car door slam. In fact, the whole block knew it. Martin had class. She was screaming, "MOM! MOM! Look at this. She gave her a copy of The Jail Report. Julie's sisters came into the room, and they shared the other two copies. It wasn't rocket science. Everyone was pissed at all the times Martin and Arthur stuck their dicks in them.

Mom angrily went into the bedroom and grabbed Martin's clothes. She was cutting them up and tossing them on the lawn. The girls joined in the therapy session. Hell, even Arthur joined in, not knowing what was going on. He would have to go back to masturbating. A rock from the garden held down a copy of "The Jail Report" on top of the ruined wardrobe. Fuck Freud.

Heather was on her way back home. She had bought some mouse ears with the idea of Julie using them on her Cam-show and the two of them wearing them for Frank. She got the call. Julie thanked her and said she had to move on, had a great opportunity, and that she would forever be her best friend. They would get together once they were back.

Heather leaked tears of sadness as she told Julie, "I'm happy for you." She hung up and tossed the stupid ears out the window.

What Heather didn't know was that she was famous. The swap event was secretly filmed and was privately being shared amongst the wealthy and powerful.

Heather turned to Frank. "Julie said to let you know that her key is on the table, and she activated the alarm system."

Frank was thinking. He could not recall the disarming code.

Shit-fuck.