Chapter 01
Note from Slick: I get a lot of requests for married couples and games and thought I'd do a bowling league. But this one is a special soft-swing league that rewards the winning couple. Check it out. All rights reserved.
Allan and Betsy had been married seven years without children when both realized their life sucked. They both worked long hours during the week but on the weekends found themselves home on most Saturday nights. It was at the library when Betsy saw the advertisement on the community bulletin board.
"MIDNIGHT BOWLING LEAGUE FOR COUPLES, Open to all couples who want to have fun and meet others. Private bowling after hours. Call 555-9455."
Since they had bowled in a small league after college Betsy called the phone number after she got home.
"Hello," a woman's voice answered.
"Uh...hi, I'm calling about the Midnight Bowling league."
"Yes, what did you want to know?"
"Details I guess," Betsy answered. "How many couples, how much does it cost and I guess how serious are the bowlers?"
"Right now we only have six couples but one couple is moving away. The cost is $40 per week and most of us are not very good at bowling."
"OK, that sounds great," Betsy said. "I'll need to ask my husband."
"Why don't you and your husband stop by our house and we can cover some of the other things about the league?"
It was a Saturday morning so Betsy knew they were bowling that night. "Can we just stop by tonight and watch?"
"No, I'm sorry. The building is locked for our league. We and the ball return man are the only ones in the building. Maybe you two can stop by after dinner tonight?"
Betsy didn't understand all of the secrecy. "My husband will be home soon. I'll call you back and let you know." They hung up and an hour later Allan returned. Betsy told him about her conversation.
"A private bowling league in a locked building after midnight," he repeated. "Its sounds strange."
"Please, what harm is there to just check it out?"
"OK, call her back and get directions," he said before going into the back yard to plant a few bushes he had just purchased.
Carol had the dinner ready to go in the oven when her husband Bob came home. "A couple interested in the bowling league is coming over tonight for dinner."
"Great, did you tell them anything about what we do?"
"No, after I told the last two couples they didn't call back."
"Maybe I can work on the guy and you can work on the woman?"
"That's what I was thinking," Carol smiled.
"I still don't know why this is so private," Allan said after pulling into the driveway of a couple they had never met.
"Relax, it can't be bad." Betsy said smoothing down her dress before exiting their car.
They moved to the front door and rang the doorbell. When the door opened they saw a short dark haired woman in a very tight blouse and skirt. "You must be Betsy and Allan. I'm Carol."
They shook hands and Carol led them into the den where Bob sat. He also greeted them and the four sat quietly until Allan spoke. "So why all the secrecy about the bowling league?"
Bob stood. "Why don't I show you the pool and Jacuzzi while the women get the dinner ready?"
The two guys walked out back while the women moved into the kitchen. Carol pulled out the large salad bowl full of lettuce and vegetables. "How long have you two been married?"
Betsy rolled her wedding ring. "Seven years."
"We've been married ten," Carol smiled. "After about six years we discovered that we lost a lot of the spark."
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Betsy frowned.
"So that's why we started the bowling league."
"Bowling provides you sparks?" Betsy asked wondering why.
"Have you ever heard of soft swinging?" Carol asked as she turned up the oven.
Betsy knew what swinging was all about. "Not the soft part and what does that have anything to do with bowling?" She answered. When the woman leaned over to look into the oven she saw the shape of her thong through her tight skirt.
"Soft swinging is basically foreplay with other couples up to as far as you want to go but not all the way." Carol waited to see if the woman was going to run out of the kitchen but instead heard her pull out a kitchen chair and sit down.
Betsy and Allan had joked about playing adult games with their friends but were afraid to really go for it. "How does the bowling part work?"
Carol turned and peeked at the nice thighs on the younger woman. "We bowl to determine who does what to whom."
Betsy's eyes opened wider. "Oh my God. You mean like kissing and touching each other." She then realized why the doors were locked. "You do it right there in the bowling alley."
"Yes," Carol answered.
Bob walked Allan out by the hot tub and picked up a screen to scoop out some leaves that had fallen in. "I don't like to beat around the bush."
"Good," Allan said. "So are you going to tell me about the locked doors?"
"Have you ever heard about soft swinging?"
Allan was watching the man pick out the leaves but quickly turned to look into his face. "Swinging like swapping wives?"
"Not swapping in the sense of throwing car keys in a bowl and taking another woman home with you. Soft swing is basically kissing and touching up to but not including intercourse."
Allan laughed. "I figured it had to be something like that."
Bob put down the screen. "So it's fine with you then?"
"How does the bowling part work?"
"Each week the couples bowl each other. If you get a strike the person of the opposite sex of the other couple must do a dare."
"A dare. Give me an example."
"A kiss or maybe give you a massage."
"A massage anywhere you want?" Allan thought of the possibilities.
"Yes but during the bowling no one may expose any private areas."
"Jesus. Betsy will never go for it."
"I didn't think Carol would either," Bob grinned. "I think she agreed to it because of the no intercourse part."
"But you've been doing it for like four years. You've never once had intercourse with another couple?"
"No, but I will tell you that there is oral sex at times."
"I wish I could get Betsy to do oral," Allan sighed. "You know this sounds great but I'm sure that my wife won't go for it."
"Well Carol is telling her all about it now and I don't see her coming out to ask you to leave." They both turned to look into the patio door. "Let's give her a few more minutes."
"Allan would never allow me to mess around with another man," Betsy whispered.
"Have you ever been with another man?" Carol asked.
"Not really. I mean I've kissed guys in high school before Allan but never past second base."
"Me neither until the bowling league. It is amazing how different they kiss and how different they are built."
Betsy sat forward. "Do you remove clothing?"
"Not during the bowling but there is a lot of kissing and touching going on. Afterwards the couple that loses has to do whatever the couple that wins tells them to."
"There in the bowling alley?"
"They have a small lounge room with some sofas. We turn the lights down."
Betsy was shy about her body. "Even if Allan allowed it I don't think I could undress in front of strangers."
"From what I see you have a wonderful body. You should be proud to show it."
Betsy blushed as the woman's eyes raped her covered breasts and flat stomach. "It's just kissing and touching right?"
"Have you ever done oral?"
Betsy sat up. "I don't do that."
"And, you've never had it done to you?"
"No, I think this is probably not a good thing for us."
"Oral is not a requirement as long as you set the limit up front," Carol smiled. There had been other couples in the past that had refused oral so it was no surprise.
"Good," Betsy said sitting down. "Allan won't allow it anyway."
"Does that mean that you are willing to try it?"
"Probably not," Betsy said. The door opened and the guys walked back in.
Allan could see his wife's flushed face and wondered how she felt. He also looked at Carol's nice stacked body and wondered how her nice round breasts would feel.
"Let's eat," Carol said wanting the new couple to think about what was laid out for them to consider.
"The hot tub was nice," Allan said trying to break the silence. He glanced at his wife who didn't seem to want to make eye contact with him.
"You two will have to come over and join us in the pool and hot tub," Bob said noticing that Betsy's nipples were hard and pushing out the front of her dress. He wondered if her panties were wet as well.
None of them spoke about the bowling league during the meal and when they finished Carol stood up. "Bob and I will clean up. Why don't you show Betsy the pool and hot tub?" She looked at Allan.
"Good idea," Allan said forcing a smile. He hoped that Betsy wouldn't be too upset. They moved outside and didn't speak until they were far enough from the house. "I guess Carol told you about what they do."
"God Allan, I've read about swingers but never thought we would be approached to do it."
"I know. I almost shit my pants when Bob told me. But they don't really swing......I mean...you know...go all the way."
"Carol said it was just kissing and touching," Betsy said softly. She took her husband's hand and rubbed her thumb over it. They both became silent. After a minute she turned towards him. "Will you kiss me?"
Allan glanced at the house and didn't see them looking out the windows. He pulled her body to his and felt her mouth open immediately. It had been so long since they had french kissed and now she was the aggressor.
Betsy felt his hard-on immediately and knew that he was already hard before the kiss. His hands moved down to cup her buttocks while her tongue fucked in and out of his lips. Both pulled away and gasped for air. "JESUS!" Allan said.
They remained together as she nibbled on his ear. "Do you want to try it?"
"Do you?" He whispered back. Neither wanted to be the first to admit to it.
"If you want to I will," she said softly rubbing against his hard-on.
"If we don't like it we can always stop," he said.
"You won't be jealous?"
"No, because I'm the only one who can fuck you," he smiled.
"They will kiss me and touch me and get me all wet for you," she whispered.
"I know." They kissed some more and she pushed back and looked down at his bulge. "We better cool down before we go back inside."
Carol rubbed again her husband as he peeked through the curtains. "Are they still kissing?"
"No, they stopped but are just standing and talking."
"Kissing is a good sign," she grinned. "Did you see the size of his package? He was hard just thinking about it."
"I wonder if she is a natural blonde. We've never had a blonde pussy before."
Carol glanced out and saw them smiling. "I think they are going to go for it but do you think they will go for the test?"
"It's the only way to find out if they are serious."
They watched as the couple turned and walked towards the house before they ran into the kitchen and sat innocently at the table. The door open and they moved inside.
"Why don't we go into the den and have some wine?" Bob asked.
Betsy and Allan held hands as they followed the couple holding the wine bottle and four glasses. She sat next to Allan on the sofa making sure to keep her knees together and her dress down.
Bob put on some soft music while Carol poured the wine. Betsy quickly finished her glass and Betsy quickly poured another.
"I love this song," Carol grinned. She was sitting directly across from Allan on the settee and saw his eyes on her slightly opened legs. "Will you dance with me?" She looked at the nervous man.
Allan quickly looked at his wife for permission.
"Go ahead," Betsy smiled. She finished the second glass and knew that she needed another before telling them that they wanted to try the soft swing bowling.
As Carol moved her body into Allan's Bob sat next to Betsy with the bottle of wine. "Want some more?"
"Yes," Betsy giggled. Her eyes never left Carol and her husband's bodies which were now pressed tightly together.
Allan tried to hold his hard-on back but the woman kept pressing forward. Finally he stopped resisting and let her feel the total eight inch length. Nothing more was said until the song was finished. He moved back towards the sofa and saw that Bob had taken his place.
"Sit next to me," Carol whispered. Her hand took his and guided him to the loveseat.
"So do you have anymore questions about the bowling league?" Bob asked. He noticed that Betsy's body had relaxed and was leaning back against the sofa.
Allan spoke. "If we start this and decide it is not for us then we can stop right?"
Carol reached over and took his hand. "No one has to do anything they don't want to do." She continued holding his hand as they rested on top of his muscular thigh.
Allan looked at his wife. "Do you still want to try it?"
Betsy finished her third glass. "Yes."
"OK so I guess we will meet you at the bowling lanes on Saturday at midnight," Allan grinned.
"Well, there is one more thing," Bob said. "Before you two can join the league we have to make sure you are serious."
"We are," Allan quickly said. "We talked about it and we want to try it."
"We've had couples in the past who have said the same thing but when we started to bowl and the kissing started they got cold feet."
Betsy leaned over against Bob's shoulder. "We want to do the kissing and....the touching. We are not sure about the lounge."
Carol squeezed Allan's hand and pulled it upward until the back of her thumb pressed into his large bulge. "We believe you but the others all want you to pass a test first."
Allan tried to ignore her thumb. "What kind of test?"
"If you allow us to kiss and touch you right now we will know that you are serious," Carol answered.
"NOW?" Allan asked. "You want to kiss and touch us now?"
"You can touch too," Carol grinned.
"We need to think about this," Allan said noticing that his wife had not said a word. "Right honey?"
The wine and the closeness of Bob had Betsy's body on fire. "They're right. If we can't do it now then we probably won't be able to do it then." Betsy too had noticed Bob's six inch boner in his slacks.
Carol could still see Allan's hesitation. "Let's do one step at a time and just kiss." Her thumb moved outward and slowly rubbed over his hidden crown. Betsy could not see it because their hands were in the way.
They all looked at Allan. "OK but just kiss." He started to turn towards Carol but saw Betsy's head twist around until Bob's mouth moved downward. He could see that Betsy's lips were closed tightly until Bob's tongue forced its way inside. It seemed that she resisted at first but a few seconds later opened her mouth all the way and her body relaxed. He knew he should feel jealous but instead it made him harder.
"It's beautiful isn't it?" Carol whispered while she moved her body sideways until her breast pressed into his shoulder. She nibbled on his ear as he continued watching. He saw Bob's tongue retreat and then Betsy's tongue follow it. "Are you going to kiss me?"
Allan's eyes closed when he turned towards her and felt her soft lips nibbling on his. She bit his upper lip with her teeth and pulled on it until his tongue moved out to lick over her them. His hand moved behind her back and pulled her softness closer while their mouths opened wide.
Betsy had forgotten about her husband kissing another woman because this man was so forceful unlike her husband who was gentle. His tongue was hard and relentless exploring her oral cavity. She felt his hand moving up and down her back touching the soft skin at her neck and lower over the top of her covered bikini panties. Her instincts were to stop him from going lower over her ass but her body wouldn't allow it.
Only the sounds of the soft music, the wet sounds of the kissing and the moaning could be heard for the next ten minutes. Allan's prick was about to explode just from the kissing when he pulled back and looked over at Bob who had pressed Betsy's down on the sofa with her lower legs hanging over. Her dress was dangerously high on her thighs and he could see Bob's right thigh forced between her opened legs.
"Ohhh," Betsy moaned feeling the rubbing against her wet and throbbing pussy mound. She felt her dress moving upward and tried to reach under him to push it down but instead felt his hard manhood against the back of her tiny fingers. "My dress," she whispered hoping that he would move back enough for her to push it down over her dripping panties.
"Touch me," Bob whispered. "You've made me so hard."
"We're just....supposed....to kiss," she whispered breathing rapidly.
"When I lift up turn over your hand," he whispered back.
"Oh God," Betsy thought feeling his body lift a fraction. She knew that Carol and Allan could not see her arm twisting or her opened fingers as he placed his covered shaft onto them.
Bob felt her hand but her fingers did not move. "Squeeze it."
Betsy turned her head and looked at her husband while slowly closing her fingers. He seemed so much thicker than Allan. She felt his hand pull her face back to his and looked into his eyes while she squeezed and then explored his length.
Carol knew by now that Bob had already touched Betsy or vice versa but Allan had not made any moves. She slid her tongue deep into his throat while she grabbed onto his hard-on.
Allan's eyes opened wide before he pulled his mouth from the slippery invader. He grabbed her wrist to pull her fingers off of his but she held him tight. "Don't, we can't......"
"Look at them" Carol giggled.
Allan turned and saw Betsy's bare leg now completely wrapped around Bob's waist. The dress was bunched up over her waist and he could only see the white strap of her panties. He was rubbing his thigh up and down while she humped his leg. "Betsy."
"Shhh let me touch you and make you happy." She felt his hand drop off her wrist and slowly stroked up and down his covered monster.
"Oh, stop or I'm going to cum," he warned.
Carol giggled and moved her hand away. She moved off of the loveseat and lifted her skirt before straddling his lap. "Let me make you really happy."
Allan kept watching his wife being dry humped while Carol did the same to him. His fingers moved around to cup her round ass through the skirt as she lifted and lowered her covered pussy against his hard-on. "OH GOD.....GET OFF!" He cried feeling the dam burst open. He lifted Carol's body and ran towards the hall bathroom.
Betsy too was about to cum when she heard her husband's scream. She pushed her head away and saw him running out. "What happened?" She asked Carol who was pulling her dress down over her nearly naked butt.
Carol giggled and moved to her knees next to Betsy. "He came," she whispered as Bob continued to rub against Betsy's sex. "Do you want to cum too?"
"Yes," Betsy's said with half-closed eyes. "Yes." Her eyes fully closed until she felt fingers moving under Bob's thigh. They rubbed over her clitty causing her to moan. "OH YES RIGHT THERE!"
Bob moved back and off of Betsy's to watch Carol's expert fingers rub and touch Betsy's pussy through her white undies. The material was damp and pushed so far into the slit that they both could see that she was truly a natural blonde.
Betsy was there when she felt Bob move away. She opened her eyes to smile at him when she saw that it wasn't his fingers bringing her off. "CAROL!"
"Yes now cum baby..........cum." Carol's fingers moved into warp speed.
"OHHMYGOD!" Betsy's hips rose upward as her body exploded into tiny pieces.
Allan didn't make it to the restroom in time and had to quickly grab tissues to absorb as much as he could through his moist boxers. He was happy the wetness didn't make it to his slacks and was almost dry when he heard his wife's screams. He quickly zipped and hurried out to see Carol pulling her fingers from between Betsy's opened legs. Bob was kneeling between them looking at the nearly bare golden pussy.
"Wow," Allan said moving in and pulling his wife's legs together. Bob and Carol moved away while he pulled Betsy's dress back down. "So did we pass the test?"
Carol sat down again on the loveseat not caring that her black thong was showing. "I think so. How about you Bob?"
"Definitely," Bob grinned. He had hoped to let Betsy jerk him off but didn't want to press the couple anymore.
"Good," Betsy giggled. She swung her legs around until she was sitting lady-like again. "But, I do have a question."
"Let's hear it," Carol smiled.
"Do...uh...women...you know....together?"
"If it's agreeable to everyone," Carol grinned.
"Whoa.......," Allan quickly said sitting forward. "I'm not messing around with any men."
Bob laughed. "So far we haven't had anyone who swung that way so you don't have to worry."
"Good," he grinned.
"What about me?" Betsy said smacking his leg lightly. "Would you like to see me messing with another woman?"
Carol laughed. "All men like watching two women go at it."
"Well be better get going," Allan said standing up. He was still semi-hard. Betsy stood up next to him. "We will see you both on Saturday."
They all walked to the door and Carol pulled Allan's lips to hers. Betsy and Bob were next as the two couples again frenched and rubbed over each other's asses. Allan pulled away first and a few seconds later Betsy and Bob broke apart. The guys shook hands while Betsy moved forward to hug Carol. She was surprised when Carol took her head in each hand and guided their lips together.
"Dam," Allan whispered seeing Carol's tongue slash into his wife's mouth.
Betsy was not ready for it but when it happened she didn't have the resistance to stop it. Carol's lips were so soft and her tongue narrow as it teased and probed. After fifteen seconds Carol moved back and turned to look at the passion on Allan's face. "See I told you that they enjoy it."
"Let's go," Allan smiled. He took his wife's hand and walked her to the door. Betsy moved inside not caring that her dress was over her moist panties.
Neither said a word as they moved out of their neighborhood and out onto the main street. At the next red light he turned to see her head back and her eyes closed. "Are you alright?"
Betsy didn't open her eyes. "I can't believe we just did that."
"We just kissed," Allan said trying to make light of what had happened.
"Allan we both climaxed."
He thought that she was sorry that it happened. "We can stop now if you want."
Betsy didn't respond as he pulled away. Her body was still on fire as she remembered how Bob felt in her fingers. She knew she could lie to her husband. "I touched him."
"What?" Allan asked not sure if he heard straight.
She kept her eyes closed. "I was trying to push down my dress and my hand.....my fingers touched him."
"By accident," Allan added.
"At first but then I turned over my hand and grabbed it."
"Really?"
"I'm sorry," she said looking at him.
"Carol touched me too."
"If we are going to do this we have to touch," Betsy said before biting her lower lip. She moved her hand over to his lap and found him rock hard. "Hurry and get home."
Allan sped but kept it only nine miles per hour over the speed limit. As soon as he stopped the car in their garage and closed the door she unzipped his pants. Her fingers pulled out his long hard cock and gently stroked it. "He's not as long as you but he felt thicker around."
Allan leaned back as she jerked him off. "I'm surprised you agreed since they sometimes have oral sex."
Betsy's hand stopped. "Carol said it's not required if you don't want to do it."
"What if I want to do it?" He asked hoping she wouldn't break off his stick.
"Would you do it to another woman and let her do it to you?"
"Only if you said it was OK," he answered.
"I don't think I can agree because then it will be something that another woman can give you that I won't."
He was going to sigh but didn't. "That's fine. I won't do it either."
"Good," she said as she let him go and almost ran into the house. "Hurry up. I'll be in bed."
Allan stripped on his way up the stairs and stopped when he entered the bedroom seeing Betsy's naked on her back. Her arms were reaching out to him. "Hurry!"
He did hurry and seconds later he was pumping his hard shaft in and out of her honey pot. Neither needed nor wanted foreplay. "I haven't seen you this excited in a long time."
Betsy smiled. "I've never been this excited," she thought.
The following Tuesday morning Betsy was off from her part-time job at the library. She had just finished a load of dishes when the phone rang. It was Carol.
"Hi, are you busy?"
"No, it's my day off," Betsy answered.
"Well, a couple of the other women and I are going bowling and we wondered if you wanted to join us."
"The women from the midnight bowling?"
"Yes, I thought it might be nice if you get to know them before Saturday night."
"I'd like that," Betsy smiled. "I should practice some too so I won't be too embarrassed."
"Great. I'll pick you up in an hour."
Allan sat in his office at his car dealership when the phone rang. It was Bob. "Hey good morning," Allan answered.
"I just wanted to make sure we didn't run you away yesterday," Bob said.
Allan laughed. "Let me close my door." After he closed the door he picked back up the phone. "No actually last Saturday was the best it's been for a long time."
"Its funny how that works," Bob chuckled. "I forgot to mention that we do have a limit of strikes to keep out the ringers."
"Good idea," Allan said while sitting down. "How many?"
"No more than 5 strikes per game," Bob answered. "If you get more than 5 strikes the extra ones count as 10 pins but acts like an open frame."
"Got it," Allan said. "We forgot to ask what type of clothes."
"Oh yeah...uh...we ask everyone to wear jeans and a tee shirt. What you wear under them is up to you."
"Jeans."
"Yeah, we first allowed anything and let's just say that some didn't wear much at all. We want the bowling part to be relaxed and remember that no privates can be exposed during the bowling."
"You know I'm still shocked that Betsy has agreed to any of this," Allan said softly.
"I was the same with Carol. It seems that since it is a game and since there is no intercourse that the women go for it."
"I can't wait," Allan smiled.
"See you on Saturday."
"The other two women are already at the lanes," Carol said to Betsy after picking her up.
It was only a ten minute drive to the bowling alley. Carol didn't see the other two women so after she reserved a lane she left Betsy at the desk getting shoes while she went to her locker.
"Size 7," Betsy told the young kid behind the counter.
"Hi Betsy," a voice said from behind her. She turned to see a woman she knew from her church.
"Alice," Betsy smiled. They hugged and then the boy put her shoes down on the counter. "Glad to see you here. Maybe we can talk later." She took her shoes and walked towards the lockers. Carol had pulled out her bowling bag and was walking towards her. "We are on lane 14." They turned and walked to the curved seats.
Betsy was facing the lanes and didn't see anyone coming.
"Over here!" Carol yelled. Betsy turned and almost fell out of her seat.
"I guess we are bowling together," Alice grinned before putting her bowling bag on the floor next to Betsy.
"You.......bowl...on Saturday nights."
"Yes for over a year now." Alice replied. "We love it."
Betsy thought about Alice's handsome stud husband Don. "I don't believe it."
"So you are the new couple joining us," Alice giggled. "This is really weird." She turned to look at the older woman next to her. "This is Irene."
Betsy looked at the woman who seemed to be around 50 but was in great shape. "Hi I'm Betsy and I'm not a good bowler."
Irene laughed. "None of us are."
They all put on their shoes and after Betsy found a house ball that fit her they bowled the first game. Betsy threw two gutter balls the first frame and really felt embarrassed. "I told you."
They laughed and after Betsy relaxed she bowled better finishing with a 69. "Ooops!" Carol giggled. "Should we tell her what happens when someone bowls a 69?"
At first Betsy didn't understand until it finally hit her. "Oh God!"
Alice put her arm around her. "Sorry but it's a league rule."
"But I don't.....you know..." She looked at Carol for support.
"It is a rule," Carol said hoping the woman wouldn't quit right there. She didn't.
"Let's hope I bowl a lot better than a 69." She blushed and stood to start game number two. This time she had two strikes and two spares and had a 123 game. "I guess I'm not that bad."
They all took a potty break before the third game and when they returned Carol spoke. "How about we do a 30 minute game?"
Alice rolled her eyes. "Betsy might not be ready for that."
Betsy sat forward. "OK you have to tell me what it is first."
Carol moved closer so others couldn't hear her. "We bowl two against two and the losing team has to do what the winning team says for 30 minutes."
Betsy's eyes and mouth opened wide. "Do you mean here?"
Irene laughed. "No I live down the block. We can stop at my house."
"What kind of things does the losing team do?" Betsy asked. She had enjoyed kissing Carol yesterday but wasn't ready to go that far with another female.
"Same type of stuff that we do on the lanes on Saturday's," Carol whispered. "No exposures."
They all turned and looked at Betsy while she thought it over. "OK but I'm not really sure I can do this."
"It's OK if you don't want to do something," Alice smiled. She had noticed Betsy's nice ass for a while now and had wondered how soft it was.
"Betsy and I will be on a team," Carol smiled. Of the women she was the best bowler and knew that Betsy would be nervous.
Since now there was something on the line Betsy again became tight and threw her first ball in the gutter. She sighed and waited for her ball to return. The next ball went straight down and left two pins. "Eight........not bad."
Carol hugged her and then bowled a strike. Irene got a spare and Alice opened missing a ten pin. Back and forth the lead went and in the bottom of the ninth frame it was practically tied.
"Just hit the head pin," Carol whispered as Betsy stood to bowl.
Betsy took her time aiming and walking to the line. Her arm swung back and after she let the ball go she knew it was a good one. The ball hit the head pin but left a 7-10 split. "Oh no."
"That's OK," Carol smiled. "Try to get one."
Betsy aimed for the 7 pin and missed it by a hair. "Sorry."
Carol stood and smiled as she rolled a good ball into the pocket. The pins mixed and they all stared as the 5 pin spun around but didn't fall. "SHIT!"
Betsy watched figuring that she could make it easily but they all watched the ball miss by three inches. "Oh no."
"Come on Irene," Alice sang as her partner stood ready to throw. The pins scattered but she too left a baby 3-10 split. Her second ball hit the 3 but it spun around and missed the 10 pin. It was now all up to Alice.
Alice smiled as she rolled her ball in her towel to get the oil off. All she needed was a total of nine pins to win. She took her time and lifted her arm as she let the ball go.
Betsy had to lean to the side to see the ball as it hook at the last moment and sliced into the pocket. Pins flew everywhere until there were none left. "YES!" Alice screamed as she pumped her fist. "WE WON!"
"I guess we lost," Carol said to Betsy who was looking very nervous.
They gathered their balls and equipment and paid on the way out. "We will be there soon," Carol said to Irene as they headed towards their cars.
Betsy sat stiffly after getting into Carol's car. "Just kissing and touching right?"
"Right," Carol answered. "If you don't want to do something just say so." They drove slowly behind Irene's and Alice's cars and parked on the street in front of the woman's house. The garage door was open for Carol and Betsy so they walked in.
"Wine?" Irene asked after they all sat down in the living room.
"Yes," Betsy quickly answered. She looked at the women and wondered who she was going to be paired with. It was shortly apparent because Alice moved next to her on the sofa. "This is going to be weird," Betsy whispered as Irene turned on some music.
"I know," Alice grinned. Since they were all wearing shorts and a top none had to worry about showing too much.
Irene pulled Carol up to stand next to her. "Are we ready to start?"
They all looked at Betsy. "I guess so. What do you want me to do?" She looked at Alice who had hardly any breasts.
"Why don't we all dance?" Alice grinned. She stood up and waited for Betsy to do the same. Her arms opened and let Betsy moved closer but she was too nervous to touch their fronts.
Betsy relaxed somewhat when she realized that Alice was not going to attack her. She peeked over and saw Carol's lips move to Irene's and knew that things would soon be picking up.
"Kiss me," Alice whispered.
Betsy moved her face in front of Alice's and pressed her tightly closed mouth to her choir member's lips. They stayed closed until Alice's tongue dashed out and flicked before retreating. Again and again she did it until finally Betsy's lips opened and her tongue came out to play. They frenched for almost a minute until Betsy felt Alice's hands moved down her back until they cupped her buttocks.
"I've admired your ass for so long," Alice whispered.
Betsy smiled and opened her mouth more to let Alice explore. She didn't resist when the woman pulled their chests together or when Alice jammed her thigh between Betsy's. She dropped her fingers down to squeeze Alice's smaller butt as they continued frenching and rubbing their fronts together. After ten minutes all four women were very turned on and wanted more.
"Touch me everywhere," Alice said knowing that Betsy had lost the game and was supposed to do what she said.
"Everywhere," Betsy repeated. This was going to be something new for her. She felt Alice move back giving her hands room. Betsy slid her hands from Alice's ass to the front above her pubic area. She quickly moved upward over the woman's navel and then north until her fingers rubbed and explored the woman's tiny titties. She quickly discovered that although her breasts were small her nipples were very long and hard.
"Ohhh good," Alice moaned before raising her own fingers to cup and fondle Betsy's mounds. Both had forgotten about Carol and Irene who were now lying on the soft rug nearby with their bodies twisted together as well as their mouths.
"I'm so hot," Alice whispered. "Touch me....touch my..pussy."
"Oh God," Betsy thought. She had never really thought about having sex with another woman but now one was asking her to feel her vagina. "I'm not.....sure..." She whispered until Alice grabbed Betsy's wrist and pulled it and her hand south until her fingers pressed into the feminine triangle. Betsy could feel the opened slit through the clothing and even some dampness.
"Please," Alice begged opening her legs wider. She pulled her hand away leaving Betsy's fingers into her indentation.
Betsy leaned back and watched her fingers as if they belonged to someone else. She pressed harder and deeper and slowly rubbed up and downward.
"Oh YES!" Alice cried. "Touch underneath." She pulled out her blouse and pulled out on her shorts.
"Underneath," Betsy repeated looking under the shorts at the red panties. "But what about not being exposed?"
"I won't be exposed!" Alice said again taking Betsy's hand and guiding it flatly down her stomach until her fingers touched the waistband of the undies. Alice pulled out the panties and again pushed Betsy's fingers downward. This time they felt a small patch of hair and then the shaven moist folds. The moisture helped her middle finger part the lips and disappear until it found and pressed against the woman's clitty.
"AHHHH!" Alice cried. "RIGHT THERE! DON'T STOP TOUCHING ME!"
Betsy looked up at the woman she had seen in church each week singing songs of faith to make sure she was Alice. This was the same woman who ran the church's raffle each year and made dinners for the needy. Now she was the needy person. She used her own experience and soon had Alice holding on to her for support. She knew that Alice was close but decided to take the time and explore another woman.
"Ohhh," Alice moaned when Betsy's middle finger found her opening and dove deeply inside.
Betsy was surprised how tight she was and wondered if her husband Mathew was that big or thick. "Isn't this cheating?" She whispered to Alice as she fingered her.
"No, we are not fucking," Alice whispered back. "I'm so wet. You've made me so wet."
"I know," Betsy giggled. She peeked onto the floor and saw that Carol and Irene both had their hands down the other one's shorts. "Maybe we should lie down too." She felt Alice moving down and kept her fingers inside of her as she moved onto her back.
Betsy moved next to her and saw Alice's left hand moving to the top of her shorts. She knew it was too tight but Alice didn't hesitate opening them up.
"Turn next to me," Alice directed. As Betsy turned onto her side and they faced Alice wormed her small fingers under the opened shorts and light beige silky panties. She peeked under her hand at the blonde bush before invading Betsy's glistening slit. "You're wet too."
"OH GOD!" Betsy moaned feeling the first person other than her husband fingering her bare raised clitty. She raised her leg and allowed Alice to push deeply into her moist depths.
Only the moaning and wet sounds from below could be heard after the song was finished. Their lips and tongues moved back together until Alice climaxed first. "OH YES.......NOW!"
Betsy giggled and continued rubbing when she felt her own explosion approaching. "Alice...OH GOD!" Her hips rose upward.
Irene and Carol smiled seeing them cum and hurried to get each other off. A few seconds later they came at the same time. "AHHH........OHHHHHHH!"
Betsy closed her eyes and smiled. For so long now she had forgotten how great sex could be and now had orgasms from a couple she had just met and a woman who sang behind her in her church choir. "See you on Saturday night," she said to Irene and Alice after climbing back into Carol's car.
"I never thought that I would go for the lesbian stuff," Betsy commented as they pulled into her driveway.
"Sometimes I prefer it better than a man," Carol grinned. "So I guess I'll see you on Saturday night." She leaned over and lightly kissed Betsy's lips.
Betsy walked to her front door on shaky legs and sat later on the sofa for almost an hour. A few hours later Allan walked in and found her lying down.
"Are you OK?"
"Yes, very OK," Betsy smiled. "Sit down because I have something to tell you."
Five minutes later Allan got to speak. "I wish I could have seen it. Alice Gordon....are you sure it was Alice Gordon?"
"Yes, and she has the longest nipples and the tightest pussy"
"Tight huh?"
"Yeah Don must not be that big."
"Maybe I should stretch her out?" Allan joked pushing out his hard rod.
"No fucking remember?"
*********
Allan and Betsy had been married seven years without children when both realized their life sucked. They both worked long hours during the week but on the weekends found themselves home on most Saturday nights. It was at the library when Betsy saw the advertisement on the community bulletin board.
"MIDNIGHT BOWLING LEAGUE FOR COUPLES, Open to all couples who want to have fun and meet others. Private bowling after hours. Call 555-9455."
Since they had bowled in a small league after college Betsy called the phone number after she got home.
"Hello," a woman's voice answered.
"Uh...hi, I'm calling about the Midnight Bowling league."
"Yes, what did you want to know?"
"Details I guess," Betsy answered. "How many couples, how much does it cost and I guess how serious are the bowlers?"
"Right now we only have six couples but one couple is moving away. The cost is $40 per week and most of us are not very good at bowling."
"OK, that sounds great," Betsy said. "I'll need to ask my husband."
"Why don't you and your husband stop by our house and we can cover some of the other things about the league?"
It was a Saturday morning so Betsy knew they were bowling that night. "Can we just stop by tonight and watch?"
"No, I'm sorry. The building is locked for our league. We and the ball return man are the only ones in the building. Maybe you two can stop by after dinner tonight?"
Betsy didn't understand all of the secrecy. "My husband will be home soon. I'll call you back and let you know." They hung up and an hour later Allan returned. Betsy told him about her conversation.
"A private bowling league in a locked building after midnight," he repeated. "Its sounds strange."
"Please, what harm is there to just check it out?"
"OK, call her back and get directions," he said before going into the back yard to plant a few bushes he had just purchased.
Carol had the dinner ready to go in the oven when her husband Bob came home. "A couple interested in the bowling league is coming over tonight for dinner."
"Great, did you tell them anything about what we do?"
"No, after I told the last two couples they didn't call back."
"Maybe I can work on the guy and you can work on the woman?"
"That's what I was thinking," Carol smiled.
"I still don't know why this is so private," Allan said after pulling into the driveway of a couple they had never met.
"Relax, it can't be bad." Betsy said smoothing down her dress before exiting their car.
They moved to the front door and rang the doorbell. When the door opened they saw a short dark haired woman in a very tight blouse and skirt. "You must be Betsy and Allan. I'm Carol."
They shook hands and Carol led them into the den where Bob sat. He also greeted them and the four sat quietly until Allan spoke. "So why all the secrecy about the bowling league?"
Bob stood. "Why don't I show you the pool and Jacuzzi while the women get the dinner ready?"
The two guys walked out back while the women moved into the kitchen. Carol pulled out the large salad bowl full of lettuce and vegetables. "How long have you two been married?"
Betsy rolled her wedding ring. "Seven years."
"We've been married ten," Carol smiled. "After about six years we discovered that we lost a lot of the spark."
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Betsy frowned.
"So that's why we started the bowling league."
"Bowling provides you sparks?" Betsy asked wondering why.
"Have you ever heard of soft swinging?" Carol asked as she turned up the oven.
Betsy knew what swinging was all about. "Not the soft part and what does that have anything to do with bowling?" She answered. When the woman leaned over to look into the oven she saw the shape of her thong through her tight skirt.
"Soft swinging is basically foreplay with other couples up to as far as you want to go but not all the way." Carol waited to see if the woman was going to run out of the kitchen but instead heard her pull out a kitchen chair and sit down.
Betsy and Allan had joked about playing adult games with their friends but were afraid to really go for it. "How does the bowling part work?"
Carol turned and peeked at the nice thighs on the younger woman. "We bowl to determine who does what to whom."
Betsy's eyes opened wider. "Oh my God. You mean like kissing and touching each other." She then realized why the doors were locked. "You do it right there in the bowling alley."
"Yes," Carol answered.
Bob walked Allan out by the hot tub and picked up a screen to scoop out some leaves that had fallen in. "I don't like to beat around the bush."
"Good," Allan said. "So are you going to tell me about the locked doors?"
"Have you ever heard about soft swinging?"
Allan was watching the man pick out the leaves but quickly turned to look into his face. "Swinging like swapping wives?"
"Not swapping in the sense of throwing car keys in a bowl and taking another woman home with you. Soft swing is basically kissing and touching up to but not including intercourse."
Allan laughed. "I figured it had to be something like that."
Bob put down the screen. "So it's fine with you then?"
"How does the bowling part work?"
"Each week the couples bowl each other. If you get a strike the person of the opposite sex of the other couple must do a dare."
"A dare. Give me an example."
"A kiss or maybe give you a massage."
"A massage anywhere you want?" Allan thought of the possibilities.
"Yes but during the bowling no one may expose any private areas."
"Jesus. Betsy will never go for it."
"I didn't think Carol would either," Bob grinned. "I think she agreed to it because of the no intercourse part."
"But you've been doing it for like four years. You've never once had intercourse with another couple?"
"No, but I will tell you that there is oral sex at times."
"I wish I could get Betsy to do oral," Allan sighed. "You know this sounds great but I'm sure that my wife won't go for it."
"Well Carol is telling her all about it now and I don't see her coming out to ask you to leave." They both turned to look into the patio door. "Let's give her a few more minutes."
"Allan would never allow me to mess around with another man," Betsy whispered.
"Have you ever been with another man?" Carol asked.
"Not really. I mean I've kissed guys in high school before Allan but never past second base."
"Me neither until the bowling league. It is amazing how different they kiss and how different they are built."
Betsy sat forward. "Do you remove clothing?"
"Not during the bowling but there is a lot of kissing and touching going on. Afterwards the couple that loses has to do whatever the couple that wins tells them to."
"There in the bowling alley?"
"They have a small lounge room with some sofas. We turn the lights down."
Betsy was shy about her body. "Even if Allan allowed it I don't think I could undress in front of strangers."
"From what I see you have a wonderful body. You should be proud to show it."
Betsy blushed as the woman's eyes raped her covered breasts and flat stomach. "It's just kissing and touching right?"
"Have you ever done oral?"
Betsy sat up. "I don't do that."
"And, you've never had it done to you?"
"No, I think this is probably not a good thing for us."
"Oral is not a requirement as long as you set the limit up front," Carol smiled. There had been other couples in the past that had refused oral so it was no surprise.
"Good," Betsy said sitting down. "Allan won't allow it anyway."
"Does that mean that you are willing to try it?"
"Probably not," Betsy said. The door opened and the guys walked back in.
Allan could see his wife's flushed face and wondered how she felt. He also looked at Carol's nice stacked body and wondered how her nice round breasts would feel.
"Let's eat," Carol said wanting the new couple to think about what was laid out for them to consider.
"The hot tub was nice," Allan said trying to break the silence. He glanced at his wife who didn't seem to want to make eye contact with him.
"You two will have to come over and join us in the pool and hot tub," Bob said noticing that Betsy's nipples were hard and pushing out the front of her dress. He wondered if her panties were wet as well.
None of them spoke about the bowling league during the meal and when they finished Carol stood up. "Bob and I will clean up. Why don't you show Betsy the pool and hot tub?" She looked at Allan.
"Good idea," Allan said forcing a smile. He hoped that Betsy wouldn't be too upset. They moved outside and didn't speak until they were far enough from the house. "I guess Carol told you about what they do."
"God Allan, I've read about swingers but never thought we would be approached to do it."
"I know. I almost shit my pants when Bob told me. But they don't really swing......I mean...you know...go all the way."
"Carol said it was just kissing and touching," Betsy said softly. She took her husband's hand and rubbed her thumb over it. They both became silent. After a minute she turned towards him. "Will you kiss me?"
Allan glanced at the house and didn't see them looking out the windows. He pulled her body to his and felt her mouth open immediately. It had been so long since they had french kissed and now she was the aggressor.
Betsy felt his hard-on immediately and knew that he was already hard before the kiss. His hands moved down to cup her buttocks while her tongue fucked in and out of his lips. Both pulled away and gasped for air. "JESUS!" Allan said.
They remained together as she nibbled on his ear. "Do you want to try it?"
"Do you?" He whispered back. Neither wanted to be the first to admit to it.
"If you want to I will," she said softly rubbing against his hard-on.
"If we don't like it we can always stop," he said.
"You won't be jealous?"
"No, because I'm the only one who can fuck you," he smiled.
"They will kiss me and touch me and get me all wet for you," she whispered.
"I know." They kissed some more and she pushed back and looked down at his bulge. "We better cool down before we go back inside."
Carol rubbed again her husband as he peeked through the curtains. "Are they still kissing?"
"No, they stopped but are just standing and talking."
"Kissing is a good sign," she grinned. "Did you see the size of his package? He was hard just thinking about it."
"I wonder if she is a natural blonde. We've never had a blonde pussy before."
Carol glanced out and saw them smiling. "I think they are going to go for it but do you think they will go for the test?"
"It's the only way to find out if they are serious."
They watched as the couple turned and walked towards the house before they ran into the kitchen and sat innocently at the table. The door open and they moved inside.
"Why don't we go into the den and have some wine?" Bob asked.
Betsy and Allan held hands as they followed the couple holding the wine bottle and four glasses. She sat next to Allan on the sofa making sure to keep her knees together and her dress down.
Bob put on some soft music while Carol poured the wine. Betsy quickly finished her glass and Betsy quickly poured another.
"I love this song," Carol grinned. She was sitting directly across from Allan on the settee and saw his eyes on her slightly opened legs. "Will you dance with me?" She looked at the nervous man.
Allan quickly looked at his wife for permission.
"Go ahead," Betsy smiled. She finished the second glass and knew that she needed another before telling them that they wanted to try the soft swing bowling.
As Carol moved her body into Allan's Bob sat next to Betsy with the bottle of wine. "Want some more?"
"Yes," Betsy giggled. Her eyes never left Carol and her husband's bodies which were now pressed tightly together.
Allan tried to hold his hard-on back but the woman kept pressing forward. Finally he stopped resisting and let her feel the total eight inch length. Nothing more was said until the song was finished. He moved back towards the sofa and saw that Bob had taken his place.
"Sit next to me," Carol whispered. Her hand took his and guided him to the loveseat.
"So do you have anymore questions about the bowling league?" Bob asked. He noticed that Betsy's body had relaxed and was leaning back against the sofa.
Allan spoke. "If we start this and decide it is not for us then we can stop right?"
Carol reached over and took his hand. "No one has to do anything they don't want to do." She continued holding his hand as they rested on top of his muscular thigh.
Allan looked at his wife. "Do you still want to try it?"
Betsy finished her third glass. "Yes."
"OK so I guess we will meet you at the bowling lanes on Saturday at midnight," Allan grinned.
"Well, there is one more thing," Bob said. "Before you two can join the league we have to make sure you are serious."
"We are," Allan quickly said. "We talked about it and we want to try it."
"We've had couples in the past who have said the same thing but when we started to bowl and the kissing started they got cold feet."
Betsy leaned over against Bob's shoulder. "We want to do the kissing and....the touching. We are not sure about the lounge."
Carol squeezed Allan's hand and pulled it upward until the back of her thumb pressed into his large bulge. "We believe you but the others all want you to pass a test first."
Allan tried to ignore her thumb. "What kind of test?"
"If you allow us to kiss and touch you right now we will know that you are serious," Carol answered.
"NOW?" Allan asked. "You want to kiss and touch us now?"
"You can touch too," Carol grinned.
"We need to think about this," Allan said noticing that his wife had not said a word. "Right honey?"
The wine and the closeness of Bob had Betsy's body on fire. "They're right. If we can't do it now then we probably won't be able to do it then." Betsy too had noticed Bob's six inch boner in his slacks.
Carol could still see Allan's hesitation. "Let's do one step at a time and just kiss." Her thumb moved outward and slowly rubbed over his hidden crown. Betsy could not see it because their hands were in the way.
They all looked at Allan. "OK but just kiss." He started to turn towards Carol but saw Betsy's head twist around until Bob's mouth moved downward. He could see that Betsy's lips were closed tightly until Bob's tongue forced its way inside. It seemed that she resisted at first but a few seconds later opened her mouth all the way and her body relaxed. He knew he should feel jealous but instead it made him harder.
"It's beautiful isn't it?" Carol whispered while she moved her body sideways until her breast pressed into his shoulder. She nibbled on his ear as he continued watching. He saw Bob's tongue retreat and then Betsy's tongue follow it. "Are you going to kiss me?"
Allan's eyes closed when he turned towards her and felt her soft lips nibbling on his. She bit his upper lip with her teeth and pulled on it until his tongue moved out to lick over her them. His hand moved behind her back and pulled her softness closer while their mouths opened wide.
Betsy had forgotten about her husband kissing another woman because this man was so forceful unlike her husband who was gentle. His tongue was hard and relentless exploring her oral cavity. She felt his hand moving up and down her back touching the soft skin at her neck and lower over the top of her covered bikini panties. Her instincts were to stop him from going lower over her ass but her body wouldn't allow it.
Only the sounds of the soft music, the wet sounds of the kissing and the moaning could be heard for the next ten minutes. Allan's prick was about to explode just from the kissing when he pulled back and looked over at Bob who had pressed Betsy's down on the sofa with her lower legs hanging over. Her dress was dangerously high on her thighs and he could see Bob's right thigh forced between her opened legs.
"Ohhh," Betsy moaned feeling the rubbing against her wet and throbbing pussy mound. She felt her dress moving upward and tried to reach under him to push it down but instead felt his hard manhood against the back of her tiny fingers. "My dress," she whispered hoping that he would move back enough for her to push it down over her dripping panties.
"Touch me," Bob whispered. "You've made me so hard."
"We're just....supposed....to kiss," she whispered breathing rapidly.
"When I lift up turn over your hand," he whispered back.
"Oh God," Betsy thought feeling his body lift a fraction. She knew that Carol and Allan could not see her arm twisting or her opened fingers as he placed his covered shaft onto them.
Bob felt her hand but her fingers did not move. "Squeeze it."
Betsy turned her head and looked at her husband while slowly closing her fingers. He seemed so much thicker than Allan. She felt his hand pull her face back to his and looked into his eyes while she squeezed and then explored his length.
Carol knew by now that Bob had already touched Betsy or vice versa but Allan had not made any moves. She slid her tongue deep into his throat while she grabbed onto his hard-on.
Allan's eyes opened wide before he pulled his mouth from the slippery invader. He grabbed her wrist to pull her fingers off of his but she held him tight. "Don't, we can't......"
"Look at them" Carol giggled.
Allan turned and saw Betsy's bare leg now completely wrapped around Bob's waist. The dress was bunched up over her waist and he could only see the white strap of her panties. He was rubbing his thigh up and down while she humped his leg. "Betsy."
"Shhh let me touch you and make you happy." She felt his hand drop off her wrist and slowly stroked up and down his covered monster.
"Oh, stop or I'm going to cum," he warned.
Carol giggled and moved her hand away. She moved off of the loveseat and lifted her skirt before straddling his lap. "Let me make you really happy."
Allan kept watching his wife being dry humped while Carol did the same to him. His fingers moved around to cup her round ass through the skirt as she lifted and lowered her covered pussy against his hard-on. "OH GOD.....GET OFF!" He cried feeling the dam burst open. He lifted Carol's body and ran towards the hall bathroom.
Betsy too was about to cum when she heard her husband's scream. She pushed her head away and saw him running out. "What happened?" She asked Carol who was pulling her dress down over her nearly naked butt.
Carol giggled and moved to her knees next to Betsy. "He came," she whispered as Bob continued to rub against Betsy's sex. "Do you want to cum too?"
"Yes," Betsy's said with half-closed eyes. "Yes." Her eyes fully closed until she felt fingers moving under Bob's thigh. They rubbed over her clitty causing her to moan. "OH YES RIGHT THERE!"
Bob moved back and off of Betsy's to watch Carol's expert fingers rub and touch Betsy's pussy through her white undies. The material was damp and pushed so far into the slit that they both could see that she was truly a natural blonde.
Betsy was there when she felt Bob move away. She opened her eyes to smile at him when she saw that it wasn't his fingers bringing her off. "CAROL!"
"Yes now cum baby..........cum." Carol's fingers moved into warp speed.
"OHHMYGOD!" Betsy's hips rose upward as her body exploded into tiny pieces.
Allan didn't make it to the restroom in time and had to quickly grab tissues to absorb as much as he could through his moist boxers. He was happy the wetness didn't make it to his slacks and was almost dry when he heard his wife's screams. He quickly zipped and hurried out to see Carol pulling her fingers from between Betsy's opened legs. Bob was kneeling between them looking at the nearly bare golden pussy.
"Wow," Allan said moving in and pulling his wife's legs together. Bob and Carol moved away while he pulled Betsy's dress back down. "So did we pass the test?"
Carol sat down again on the loveseat not caring that her black thong was showing. "I think so. How about you Bob?"
"Definitely," Bob grinned. He had hoped to let Betsy jerk him off but didn't want to press the couple anymore.
"Good," Betsy giggled. She swung her legs around until she was sitting lady-like again. "But, I do have a question."
"Let's hear it," Carol smiled.
"Do...uh...women...you know....together?"
"If it's agreeable to everyone," Carol grinned.
"Whoa.......," Allan quickly said sitting forward. "I'm not messing around with any men."
Bob laughed. "So far we haven't had anyone who swung that way so you don't have to worry."
"Good," he grinned.
"What about me?" Betsy said smacking his leg lightly. "Would you like to see me messing with another woman?"
Carol laughed. "All men like watching two women go at it."
"Well be better get going," Allan said standing up. He was still semi-hard. Betsy stood up next to him. "We will see you both on Saturday."
They all walked to the door and Carol pulled Allan's lips to hers. Betsy and Bob were next as the two couples again frenched and rubbed over each other's asses. Allan pulled away first and a few seconds later Betsy and Bob broke apart. The guys shook hands while Betsy moved forward to hug Carol. She was surprised when Carol took her head in each hand and guided their lips together.
"Dam," Allan whispered seeing Carol's tongue slash into his wife's mouth.
Betsy was not ready for it but when it happened she didn't have the resistance to stop it. Carol's lips were so soft and her tongue narrow as it teased and probed. After fifteen seconds Carol moved back and turned to look at the passion on Allan's face. "See I told you that they enjoy it."
"Let's go," Allan smiled. He took his wife's hand and walked her to the door. Betsy moved inside not caring that her dress was over her moist panties.
Neither said a word as they moved out of their neighborhood and out onto the main street. At the next red light he turned to see her head back and her eyes closed. "Are you alright?"
Betsy didn't open her eyes. "I can't believe we just did that."
"We just kissed," Allan said trying to make light of what had happened.
"Allan we both climaxed."
He thought that she was sorry that it happened. "We can stop now if you want."
Betsy didn't respond as he pulled away. Her body was still on fire as she remembered how Bob felt in her fingers. She knew she could lie to her husband. "I touched him."
"What?" Allan asked not sure if he heard straight.
She kept her eyes closed. "I was trying to push down my dress and my hand.....my fingers touched him."
"By accident," Allan added.
"At first but then I turned over my hand and grabbed it."
"Really?"
"I'm sorry," she said looking at him.
"Carol touched me too."
"If we are going to do this we have to touch," Betsy said before biting her lower lip. She moved her hand over to his lap and found him rock hard. "Hurry and get home."
Allan sped but kept it only nine miles per hour over the speed limit. As soon as he stopped the car in their garage and closed the door she unzipped his pants. Her fingers pulled out his long hard cock and gently stroked it. "He's not as long as you but he felt thicker around."
Allan leaned back as she jerked him off. "I'm surprised you agreed since they sometimes have oral sex."
Betsy's hand stopped. "Carol said it's not required if you don't want to do it."
"What if I want to do it?" He asked hoping she wouldn't break off his stick.
"Would you do it to another woman and let her do it to you?"
"Only if you said it was OK," he answered.
"I don't think I can agree because then it will be something that another woman can give you that I won't."
He was going to sigh but didn't. "That's fine. I won't do it either."
"Good," she said as she let him go and almost ran into the house. "Hurry up. I'll be in bed."
Allan stripped on his way up the stairs and stopped when he entered the bedroom seeing Betsy's naked on her back. Her arms were reaching out to him. "Hurry!"
He did hurry and seconds later he was pumping his hard shaft in and out of her honey pot. Neither needed nor wanted foreplay. "I haven't seen you this excited in a long time."
Betsy smiled. "I've never been this excited," she thought.
The following Tuesday morning Betsy was off from her part-time job at the library. She had just finished a load of dishes when the phone rang. It was Carol.
"Hi, are you busy?"
"No, it's my day off," Betsy answered.
"Well, a couple of the other women and I are going bowling and we wondered if you wanted to join us."
"The women from the midnight bowling?"
"Yes, I thought it might be nice if you get to know them before Saturday night."
"I'd like that," Betsy smiled. "I should practice some too so I won't be too embarrassed."
"Great. I'll pick you up in an hour."
Allan sat in his office at his car dealership when the phone rang. It was Bob. "Hey good morning," Allan answered.
"I just wanted to make sure we didn't run you away yesterday," Bob said.
Allan laughed. "Let me close my door." After he closed the door he picked back up the phone. "No actually last Saturday was the best it's been for a long time."
"Its funny how that works," Bob chuckled. "I forgot to mention that we do have a limit of strikes to keep out the ringers."
"Good idea," Allan said while sitting down. "How many?"
"No more than 5 strikes per game," Bob answered. "If you get more than 5 strikes the extra ones count as 10 pins but acts like an open frame."
"Got it," Allan said. "We forgot to ask what type of clothes."
"Oh yeah...uh...we ask everyone to wear jeans and a tee shirt. What you wear under them is up to you."
"Jeans."
"Yeah, we first allowed anything and let's just say that some didn't wear much at all. We want the bowling part to be relaxed and remember that no privates can be exposed during the bowling."
"You know I'm still shocked that Betsy has agreed to any of this," Allan said softly.
"I was the same with Carol. It seems that since it is a game and since there is no intercourse that the women go for it."
"I can't wait," Allan smiled.
"See you on Saturday."
"The other two women are already at the lanes," Carol said to Betsy after picking her up.
It was only a ten minute drive to the bowling alley. Carol didn't see the other two women so after she reserved a lane she left Betsy at the desk getting shoes while she went to her locker.
"Size 7," Betsy told the young kid behind the counter.
"Hi Betsy," a voice said from behind her. She turned to see a woman she knew from her church.
"Alice," Betsy smiled. They hugged and then the boy put her shoes down on the counter. "Glad to see you here. Maybe we can talk later." She took her shoes and walked towards the lockers. Carol had pulled out her bowling bag and was walking towards her. "We are on lane 14." They turned and walked to the curved seats.
Betsy was facing the lanes and didn't see anyone coming.
"Over here!" Carol yelled. Betsy turned and almost fell out of her seat.
"I guess we are bowling together," Alice grinned before putting her bowling bag on the floor next to Betsy.
"You.......bowl...on Saturday nights."
"Yes for over a year now." Alice replied. "We love it."
Betsy thought about Alice's handsome stud husband Don. "I don't believe it."
"So you are the new couple joining us," Alice giggled. "This is really weird." She turned to look at the older woman next to her. "This is Irene."
Betsy looked at the woman who seemed to be around 50 but was in great shape. "Hi I'm Betsy and I'm not a good bowler."
Irene laughed. "None of us are."
They all put on their shoes and after Betsy found a house ball that fit her they bowled the first game. Betsy threw two gutter balls the first frame and really felt embarrassed. "I told you."
They laughed and after Betsy relaxed she bowled better finishing with a 69. "Ooops!" Carol giggled. "Should we tell her what happens when someone bowls a 69?"
At first Betsy didn't understand until it finally hit her. "Oh God!"
Alice put her arm around her. "Sorry but it's a league rule."
"But I don't.....you know..." She looked at Carol for support.
"It is a rule," Carol said hoping the woman wouldn't quit right there. She didn't.
"Let's hope I bowl a lot better than a 69." She blushed and stood to start game number two. This time she had two strikes and two spares and had a 123 game. "I guess I'm not that bad."
They all took a potty break before the third game and when they returned Carol spoke. "How about we do a 30 minute game?"
Alice rolled her eyes. "Betsy might not be ready for that."
Betsy sat forward. "OK you have to tell me what it is first."
Carol moved closer so others couldn't hear her. "We bowl two against two and the losing team has to do what the winning team says for 30 minutes."
Betsy's eyes and mouth opened wide. "Do you mean here?"
Irene laughed. "No I live down the block. We can stop at my house."
"What kind of things does the losing team do?" Betsy asked. She had enjoyed kissing Carol yesterday but wasn't ready to go that far with another female.
"Same type of stuff that we do on the lanes on Saturday's," Carol whispered. "No exposures."
They all turned and looked at Betsy while she thought it over. "OK but I'm not really sure I can do this."
"It's OK if you don't want to do something," Alice smiled. She had noticed Betsy's nice ass for a while now and had wondered how soft it was.
"Betsy and I will be on a team," Carol smiled. Of the women she was the best bowler and knew that Betsy would be nervous.
Since now there was something on the line Betsy again became tight and threw her first ball in the gutter. She sighed and waited for her ball to return. The next ball went straight down and left two pins. "Eight........not bad."
Carol hugged her and then bowled a strike. Irene got a spare and Alice opened missing a ten pin. Back and forth the lead went and in the bottom of the ninth frame it was practically tied.
"Just hit the head pin," Carol whispered as Betsy stood to bowl.
Betsy took her time aiming and walking to the line. Her arm swung back and after she let the ball go she knew it was a good one. The ball hit the head pin but left a 7-10 split. "Oh no."
"That's OK," Carol smiled. "Try to get one."
Betsy aimed for the 7 pin and missed it by a hair. "Sorry."
Carol stood and smiled as she rolled a good ball into the pocket. The pins mixed and they all stared as the 5 pin spun around but didn't fall. "SHIT!"
Betsy watched figuring that she could make it easily but they all watched the ball miss by three inches. "Oh no."
"Come on Irene," Alice sang as her partner stood ready to throw. The pins scattered but she too left a baby 3-10 split. Her second ball hit the 3 but it spun around and missed the 10 pin. It was now all up to Alice.
Alice smiled as she rolled her ball in her towel to get the oil off. All she needed was a total of nine pins to win. She took her time and lifted her arm as she let the ball go.
Betsy had to lean to the side to see the ball as it hook at the last moment and sliced into the pocket. Pins flew everywhere until there were none left. "YES!" Alice screamed as she pumped her fist. "WE WON!"
"I guess we lost," Carol said to Betsy who was looking very nervous.
They gathered their balls and equipment and paid on the way out. "We will be there soon," Carol said to Irene as they headed towards their cars.
Betsy sat stiffly after getting into Carol's car. "Just kissing and touching right?"
"Right," Carol answered. "If you don't want to do something just say so." They drove slowly behind Irene's and Alice's cars and parked on the street in front of the woman's house. The garage door was open for Carol and Betsy so they walked in.
"Wine?" Irene asked after they all sat down in the living room.
"Yes," Betsy quickly answered. She looked at the women and wondered who she was going to be paired with. It was shortly apparent because Alice moved next to her on the sofa. "This is going to be weird," Betsy whispered as Irene turned on some music.
"I know," Alice grinned. Since they were all wearing shorts and a top none had to worry about showing too much.
Irene pulled Carol up to stand next to her. "Are we ready to start?"
They all looked at Betsy. "I guess so. What do you want me to do?" She looked at Alice who had hardly any breasts.
"Why don't we all dance?" Alice grinned. She stood up and waited for Betsy to do the same. Her arms opened and let Betsy moved closer but she was too nervous to touch their fronts.
Betsy relaxed somewhat when she realized that Alice was not going to attack her. She peeked over and saw Carol's lips move to Irene's and knew that things would soon be picking up.
"Kiss me," Alice whispered.
Betsy moved her face in front of Alice's and pressed her tightly closed mouth to her choir member's lips. They stayed closed until Alice's tongue dashed out and flicked before retreating. Again and again she did it until finally Betsy's lips opened and her tongue came out to play. They frenched for almost a minute until Betsy felt Alice's hands moved down her back until they cupped her buttocks.
"I've admired your ass for so long," Alice whispered.
Betsy smiled and opened her mouth more to let Alice explore. She didn't resist when the woman pulled their chests together or when Alice jammed her thigh between Betsy's. She dropped her fingers down to squeeze Alice's smaller butt as they continued frenching and rubbing their fronts together. After ten minutes all four women were very turned on and wanted more.
"Touch me everywhere," Alice said knowing that Betsy had lost the game and was supposed to do what she said.
"Everywhere," Betsy repeated. This was going to be something new for her. She felt Alice move back giving her hands room. Betsy slid her hands from Alice's ass to the front above her pubic area. She quickly moved upward over the woman's navel and then north until her fingers rubbed and explored the woman's tiny titties. She quickly discovered that although her breasts were small her nipples were very long and hard.
"Ohhh good," Alice moaned before raising her own fingers to cup and fondle Betsy's mounds. Both had forgotten about Carol and Irene who were now lying on the soft rug nearby with their bodies twisted together as well as their mouths.
"I'm so hot," Alice whispered. "Touch me....touch my..pussy."
"Oh God," Betsy thought. She had never really thought about having sex with another woman but now one was asking her to feel her vagina. "I'm not.....sure..." She whispered until Alice grabbed Betsy's wrist and pulled it and her hand south until her fingers pressed into the feminine triangle. Betsy could feel the opened slit through the clothing and even some dampness.
"Please," Alice begged opening her legs wider. She pulled her hand away leaving Betsy's fingers into her indentation.
Betsy leaned back and watched her fingers as if they belonged to someone else. She pressed harder and deeper and slowly rubbed up and downward.
"Oh YES!" Alice cried. "Touch underneath." She pulled out her blouse and pulled out on her shorts.
"Underneath," Betsy repeated looking under the shorts at the red panties. "But what about not being exposed?"
"I won't be exposed!" Alice said again taking Betsy's hand and guiding it flatly down her stomach until her fingers touched the waistband of the undies. Alice pulled out the panties and again pushed Betsy's fingers downward. This time they felt a small patch of hair and then the shaven moist folds. The moisture helped her middle finger part the lips and disappear until it found and pressed against the woman's clitty.
"AHHHH!" Alice cried. "RIGHT THERE! DON'T STOP TOUCHING ME!"
Betsy looked up at the woman she had seen in church each week singing songs of faith to make sure she was Alice. This was the same woman who ran the church's raffle each year and made dinners for the needy. Now she was the needy person. She used her own experience and soon had Alice holding on to her for support. She knew that Alice was close but decided to take the time and explore another woman.
"Ohhh," Alice moaned when Betsy's middle finger found her opening and dove deeply inside.
Betsy was surprised how tight she was and wondered if her husband Mathew was that big or thick. "Isn't this cheating?" She whispered to Alice as she fingered her.
"No, we are not fucking," Alice whispered back. "I'm so wet. You've made me so wet."
"I know," Betsy giggled. She peeked onto the floor and saw that Carol and Irene both had their hands down the other one's shorts. "Maybe we should lie down too." She felt Alice moving down and kept her fingers inside of her as she moved onto her back.
Betsy moved next to her and saw Alice's left hand moving to the top of her shorts. She knew it was too tight but Alice didn't hesitate opening them up.
"Turn next to me," Alice directed. As Betsy turned onto her side and they faced Alice wormed her small fingers under the opened shorts and light beige silky panties. She peeked under her hand at the blonde bush before invading Betsy's glistening slit. "You're wet too."
"OH GOD!" Betsy moaned feeling the first person other than her husband fingering her bare raised clitty. She raised her leg and allowed Alice to push deeply into her moist depths.
Only the moaning and wet sounds from below could be heard after the song was finished. Their lips and tongues moved back together until Alice climaxed first. "OH YES.......NOW!"
Betsy giggled and continued rubbing when she felt her own explosion approaching. "Alice...OH GOD!" Her hips rose upward.
Irene and Carol smiled seeing them cum and hurried to get each other off. A few seconds later they came at the same time. "AHHH........OHHHHHHH!"
Betsy closed her eyes and smiled. For so long now she had forgotten how great sex could be and now had orgasms from a couple she had just met and a woman who sang behind her in her church choir. "See you on Saturday night," she said to Irene and Alice after climbing back into Carol's car.
"I never thought that I would go for the lesbian stuff," Betsy commented as they pulled into her driveway.
"Sometimes I prefer it better than a man," Carol grinned. "So I guess I'll see you on Saturday night." She leaned over and lightly kissed Betsy's lips.
Betsy walked to her front door on shaky legs and sat later on the sofa for almost an hour. A few hours later Allan walked in and found her lying down.
"Are you OK?"
"Yes, very OK," Betsy smiled. "Sit down because I have something to tell you."
Five minutes later Allan got to speak. "I wish I could have seen it. Alice Gordon....are you sure it was Alice Gordon?"
"Yes, and she has the longest nipples and the tightest pussy"
"Tight huh?"
"Yeah Don must not be that big."
"Maybe I should stretch her out?" Allan joked pushing out his hard rod.
"No fucking remember?"
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