#20 Swap Meat

 

Actors:             Bob: A middle aged wife swapper who lives in a trailer court and takes the bus to Vegas with a local wife swapping club. Bob’s wife is a religious psycho-fanatic and believes that Bob is God’s messenger. Bob has been “swapping” for five years.

Donna: A middle aged husband-swapper who works the night shift at a convenience store while her husband is a two-time sex offender turned security guard at the local mall. Donna has been a swapper for two years.

Props: Dress up like wife swappers. Bob can slick his hair back by putting a lot of Dixie Peach Pomade in it and wear a polyester tiger skin shirt. Donna should dress like a cheap street walker or tract home chippie.

Scene: Bob approaches Donna at the swap party and casually suggests to meet up for a “private cum session”. Once paired they wander off into the bathroom for a naughty suck and fuck in front of the bathroom mirror.

“Alright, big boy,” Donna exclaims excitedly. Bob locks the door as they enter the bathroom and asks to play “show me” in front of the mirror. Donna slowly unbuttons her blouse revealing her big tits held firmly in her sheer laced bra. Bob nervously reaches into his pocket and pulls out a Pez dispenser and pops a mint into his mouth, knowing he wants fresh breath to eat Donna’s nasty fish lips. Unzipping his pants in front of the mirror, Bob reveals his bulging leopard skin jock strap.

“Good swapping party etiquette,” thought Donna, and not to be rude, she pulls up her mini-skirt revealing her black hairy snatch sticking out of her lacy red crotchless panties. Impressed by her humongous camel toe, Bob lets his pants drop to his ankles and whips his dick out and waves it at the mirror. Nice touch, Donna thinks, and not to be outdone, she spreads her pussy wide open and fingers her clit while dancing like a wild pagan swapper on Spanish fly.

“Blow Bob’s Big Boy,” Bob screams while waving his engorged boner at Donna’s face.

“I’ll eat your meat if you eat mine,” the meat swappers yelled in mutual delight as the thoughts of their depravity became more intense!

Bob comes quickly then tells Donna they should go back out to the party and have a smoke !

Donna calls him a loser, more dud than stud, then walks out looking for someone else to finish her orgasm off the way she needs it done.

Bob watches Donna work the room while he slowly drinks a bourbon and seven on the rocks….knowing the next sex fantasy is but moments away from reality !