Monotony in marriage has long been the cause of many marital breakups, and nowhere is the monotony factor more evident than in the sexual sphere.
When sex-contacts become a monotonous round of Saturday night intercourse sessions, with no passion and little variety, problems develop.
One solution to this sex-boredom syndrome has been to inject new passion, new interests, lusts and carnal cravings into the marriage by swapping.
However, in the game of swapping many couples soon discover they are sexually mis-mated, and that the sex-mate they are swapping with is much better suited to their intimate sexual needs, desires, and feelings.
That is when problems erupt that often split the marriage and this is the very reason why many men and women fear becoming involved in the "swap" game. They recognize they might lose their marital mate by engaging in such a game and this fear is not unsound.
However, there is also the possibility that in the process of sexual competition, sex partners will throw aside the inhibitions that have made good sexual communication impossible. And, by discovering new dimensions of sexual pleasure, the marriage might be vastly improved.
This is not always the case, but very often is. Therefore, the marital swap game of trade sex partners can prove a shot in the arm to a sagging marriage.
However, in many cases the very "thrill" of swapping is removed because the pleasure of doing something on the sly is gone. It is done out in the open.
In our particular case as recounted in our story, the sexual variety improved the marriage, but led to serious emotional problems of jealousy during the first few swap sessions. This has to be watched, for it is out of strange sexual entanglements, violent crimes can occur.
Nevertheless, if everyone who participates in such unique sexual arrangements involved in swapping recognizes the need to curb jealousy, this problem can be coped with.
The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
It was indeed difficult for Trudy Roberts to listen to the woman who was speaking on women's rights. However, she had to admit there was a lot of truth in what she said.
"Ladies," Marion Jones began, "tonight I am talking to you on the subject of sex. Too long women have been put down by their husbands. Too long it has been an assumption that men have sexual rights that women can know nothing of. Too long men have gone on about the fact that they have sexual needs that women don't have. Now, at last the truth is out. Women have sexual feelings too. Women have aggressive sexual tendencies, when they allow them to exist."
There was a noticeable amount of whispering going around now, as the women's rights leader continued.
When the meeting was over, Trudy Roberts went home happily to her husband and informed him what she thought of the meeting.
"Well, Vince," she smiled, "I've been to a marvelous meeting tonight."
"Are you still going to that damned action group?" he shot back at her.
"Yes," she said. "And until tonight I never realized how mistreated I have been by you."
"What have I done this time?" he said angrily.
"Every time you go to that damned meeting I'm accused of something."
"Remember that secretary that you stepped out with when we were first married?" she said.
"Yeah, what about it?"
"Well," she said, "things aren't equal. I never stepped out with a man."
"You're chewing your cabbage twice," he said, "we got over that a long time ago. Let sleeping dogs lie."
"I got over it dear," she smiled. "But I was misinformed about my own sexual feelings. My subconscious had been trained not to admit the strong sexual desires. Now, at last I am free. Therefore, I've decided what I need Is an affair."
As Vince looked at his wife he couldn't help laughing.
"What are you talking about, honey?" he demanded.
"I'm trying to think of someone that I should have an affair with1" she said, as she scratched her nose is she thought about it.
"It's making you nervous just thinking about stepping out on me," Vince laughed, not taking her seriously at first.
"I'm not nervous," she said. "I'm determined to live a little."
"Haven't I been a good husband to your he demanded.
"In some ways, yes."
"I read you," he said. "In some ways you're dissatisfied. Don't I give you a good time in bed?"
"Do you want me to answer that truthfully?" she demanded.
"Of course I do," he told her.
"Well," she said frankly, "in a word no. I'm not satisfied with you, dear. You don't put much passion into it anymore."
"I don't what?" he demanded angrily.
"No, Vince," she informed him, "you just do it in mechanical ways."
"Well that's about the most disgusting thing I've ever heard," he snapped angrily.
"You see, lover," she said, "you are living in a different time. Perhaps in the past a woman would take any type of loving and consider it alright. But that is all over. I want someone who can really sock it to me."
"Well when. I get through working at the office, honey," he complained, "I don't feel like socking it to anybody!"
"Oh, you socked it to that cute little chick a few years back," she reminded him.
"That was then," he said.
She looked at him daringly and then she said what was on her mind.
"Well, if I know you, honey," she told him frankly, "you've been playing around and. keeping it secret. I wouldn't trust you further than I can spit."
"Is that a nice thing to say to your husband?" he demanded.
"It's the truth," she said. "I used to get phone calls from different women. They said they wanted to ask you something about the work at the office. Do you think I fell for that crap?"
"Well, I thought you would," he smiled broadly.
"This is no laughing matter, honey," she said.
"What do you want, a divorce?" Vince finally asked her.
"Oh no," she said. "That would make it all too simple. I want to put you through what you put me through. I want you to lay awake nights wondering who I'm doing it with."
"I married a damned sadist," he said.
"No," she laughed, "I'm a liberated female."
"You are a cheap, lousy-."
"Don't you say it," she said. "I told you if you called me names once more I would step out of your life forever."
"The only reason I'm not using the names," he told her honestly, "is because of what you'd do to me in the courts. You'd carve me up in divorce court, and carry the pieces away."
"Why, honey," she said, "you know I wouldn't do a thing like that. Or would I?"
She was delighting in toying with her husband's emotions, but he was finding no pleasure in his wife's taunting teasing tricks.
"Now the next thing I've got to do," she said, "is bring that magazine home with those gorgeous centerfolds."
"Centerfolds?" he asked. "What do you mean?"
"Well, all of those big he-men sports heroes that are posing in the nude nowadays," she said. "I've just got to drool over them."
"How disgusting," Vince said quickly. "Any sports hero who would bare his body for a lot of women to gawk at him in the buff, must be out of his gourd."
"Not all, dear," she said. "I don't see a thing wrong with a man posing in the nude if -a woman does."
"You wouldn't catch me dead showing my body in the nude," Vance said tightly.
"Well, I hope not, honey," she said. "What that potbelly you have, I'd hate to have people look at, you."
"Damn, you make me mad," he said angrily.
"Wall, how do you think I felt with you looking at all of those Playboy centerfolds and wishing I had a shape like one of those dames?"
"Well," he -said, "there was, nothing wrong with that, that's the way it is with men. After all, men are driven toward women with naked bodies."
"That's slot of crap," she told him. "And from here on in, I'm going to buy male nudes."
"If you keep this up much longer," be warned her, "I'm going to step out of this house."
"Would you care to remove all those years of Playboy?" she asked.
"That's a literary magazine," he said. "And I enjoy reading the articles."
"Well, if that's true, honey," she said, "you won't mind if I tear out all of the nude pictures."
"Don't you touch those," he said fiercely.
"You see," she said, "I touched a raw nerve. You're looking at those women and committing mental masturbation."
"How do you know what I'm doing?" he demanded.
"Well, it's very easy to see, honey," she said. "That look in your eyes when you're looking at those dames means only one thing. You're fucking them mentally."
He didn't haves comeback for that, but he warned her, "I say a man is a man and a woman is a woman. And that's it. And if you try to confuse your role, honey, I've got news for you, I'm through."
"Well, isn't that nice," she said. "If I want the same rights and privileges that you have, it's all over. Oh, it's easy for me to see what a real bastard you are."
"Is that a nice thing to say to your husband? he demanded.
"I'm only telling the truth," she said.
It was perfectly clear to her what he was trying to get across, and it disgusted her more every moment as he persisted in his old thought patterns.
"How about a Saturday night party?" she said.
A knowing look in his wife's eyes. told Vince that it wasn't a party at all that she was concerned with, but a little swap action.
"I'm not going along with it," he said. "I'm not interested in that kind of get together."
"How about cute little Alice Parker?" she smiled. "You've spoken about her enough times."
"Alice Parker is a beauty," he said, "but she's married. Harry wouldn't appreciate me balling with his wife."
"How do you know? Did you ask him?
He was really getting disgusted, the way Trudy had him cornered.
"Alright, honey," he, smiled, "I'll just ask Harry Parker if he wants me to fuck his wife Alice. And, he'll probably haul off and sock me. And, love, I suppose you'll be happy."
"Why no," she aid, "that wouldn't make me happy. But Harry Parker's big cock would."
"Why you cheap, you cheap...!"
He was glaring at his wife, not knowing whether he would dare say this word or not.
"One more time," she said, "one more time. If you dare call me a name one more time, I'll walk out of this house and take everything you've got."
"I believe you would, you bitch," he said.
"There you said it," she said. "Go to hell."
"Well," he said, "I'll just fix you."
He moved menacingly toward her, and then she shouted, "Get away from me, you creep."
Realizing that his wife had him against the wall, he finally decided he would go her way.
"Alright, dammit," he told her, "I'll play it your way. If you want that Mr. Parker so bad, you can have him. And I'll see if I can fuck his wife. But you'd better not get jealous if I get Alice Parker over here and she enjoys balling me. Women have always been very fond of me, and you've had a lot of jealousy going through you for years."
"Why, honey," she said, "I'm not jealous anymore. I'm beyond jealousy. I would like a little action. I don't think you've been very good in bed lately."
"I'm too busy, working to buy things for you," he told her. "No wonder I don't feel so hot."
"Blame it on me, of course," she said. "Well, my shoulders are broad. It's obvious who is the man around this house."
"O.K., baby," he said. "We'll just live like a couple of guys. "I'll think nothing of inviting another man's wife in and playing around. Oh, that will be fun."
"Sure it will," she said. "It will be playing turn-around. "You've been stepping out on me for years, Vince, and don't you lie anymore to me about it. Now, I want my vengeance."
"Oh, you, know how to put "things," he said, "you really do. Sometimes I wander how I ever was so stupid to marry you."
"I'll overlook half of what you're saying, darling," she said. "Because the adjustment is rather difficult to make. So, honey, I'm not going to make a big fuss about your actions."
"How generous of you, Trudy," Vince smiled smugly.
Finally, they went to bed, and as they lay there, he tried to get her stimulated. Reaching over, he placed his hand on her vagina. Then, he grabbed her hand and pressed it over his penis.
"How about that?" he said, hoping he would get an erection.
"How about what?" she said. "Just a limp cock is all I'm feeling."
"Will you quit saying that?" he told her. "It will get hard in minute."
"I'll time you," she said.
"You probably would," he said.
She turned on the nightstand light, and watched the clock as he attempted to get a hard-on.
"Well, a minute has passed, baby," she said. "I guess if we're going to get any action tonight, you'll have to go down on me."
"I told you I don't like to eat pussy," be told her.
"Well, I've eaten your cock enough times," she complained. "You go down on me."
Even though he didn't care to do it, he went down on it. And she gloated in it.
"Eat that pussy," she said just as demanding her to eat his cock.
"Eat that pussy, eat that pussy, yes, yes, that's what I like. Eat my pussy, stick your tongue in there, stab it in there, love it, that's how it's done, oh, ah, yes, yes, that's the way I like it keep that going, faster, now you're doing it. Oh, ah, yes, yea, eat me eat my pussy."
"The sensations that were flashing through her body now, were bringing her to the brink of climax.
"Oh, Vince," she gasped, "it's beautiful. Oh honey, finish it, that's what, I like, stab your tongue in there. Lick my pussy, oh honey, probe with that big tongue of yours."
The hot tongue sucked inside, licking her vaginal walls eagerly flipping across her clitoris, and then he brought her to the brink.
"Oh, I'm cuming," she cried passionately, "I made it, baby, I made it."
"It was a moment of triumph for her, and she loved it.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's what I like. Oh, baby!"
The tremendous pleasure that she was enjoying now bad brought her there, and she wouldn't stop her pleading.
"Get it out," she told him, "oh yes, yes, get it, baby, eat it!"
The hot delight that she was enjoying now, really got to her.
"Oh baby," she panted, "I like that. Yes, finish me, baby."
Finishing her, he withdrew his tongue. At this point he was so excited, that he could hardly stand it himself.
"Oh baby doll," he said, sliding his tongue out of her slit, "it was a lot of fun."
"You see, Vince baby," she smiled, "it can be such fun if you'd be a little more open."
"I guess I was narrow-minded and didn't want to eat your pussy," he admitted.
"Sure you were, baby," she insisted, "you know how much it means to me."
"I'm sorry," he said, "but I was thinking I couldn't do it."
"Why, baby?" she demanded to know.
"I don't know," he said, "I really don't."
"I'll tell you why, darling," she said. "It's because you've been brought up to believe that men shouldn't eat women, that the male should dominate the female, and the female should go down on the male and satisfy his carnal craving. Well, baby, I've given you plenty of blow jobs, but it's only on holidays or on vacations that I could ever get you to go down on my pussy."
"That's the truth," he admitted. "Only when I was a little stoned would I do you there."
"A woman who keeps herself nice," she explained, "doesn't have to be difficult, you understand?"
"Yes, Trudy," Vince shamefacedly admitted. "I understand at last it was a lot of fun, honey. Forgive me for being such a narrow minded hypocrite."
"That's alright, baby," she said. "Now if you'll just bring Harry Price's penis home to me, then I can have some fun with it."
"Oh, I wish you wouldn't say it like that," he objected.
"Well, why not, honey?" she asked. "Don't you men refer to women as a piece of ass?"
He laughed.
"You sweet witch," be said, "you are trying to ape us all the way down the line."
"No," she said. "I'm just trying to do what you do. You refer to a chick as a cute piece of ass. She's a cute trick. I know how you men talk about women. You congregate in bars to discuss sports and fucks over the booze. Women are just a couple of big breasts and a tight pussy. Really, honey, we are more than that."
"Oh, don't pay any attention to the way guys talk in bars," he told her. "That's just the way it is."
"No, honey," she said. "I must pay attention to how you men talk. The things that you say at your play have social significance and meaning."
"You're getting so technical," he said, "you're driving me up the wall."
"I love you, honey," she said, as she reached down and began massaging his cock.
"What are you doing that for?" he smiled.
"Walt," she smiled. "You'll see, honey."
He leaned back, and spread his legs for his wife. He was delighted that she wanted to massage his balls and get him hard. She pumped away vigorously, and when she got him as bard as he could be, she dropped her hand.
"Eat it, sweetie," he told her.
"No, I'm going to go to bed, honey," she said, rolling over.
"You damned little cockteaser," he gasped angrily.
"Oh, that's what you've done to me over and- over," she explained. "You get me all built up and then you let me drop like a sack of potatoes. I didn't appreciate it."
"You're impossible," he told her.
"No, I'm not, honey," she said. "I'm just teaching you what life is like. You don't know."
"Oh yes, I do," he said "I know what is now. You are going to make me subservient to your whims. in other words, I can go down then and eat you and when I finish, I can just jerk off myself."
"Well, I could always buy you one of those automatic jerk-off jobs," she said.
"Forget it," he said. "My. hand is better."
"Well, if you must do it, honey," she said, "go right ahead."
As she talked in this cold-hearted manner, he suddenly discovered that his penis was going limp again. She glanced at it and smiled proudly. She bad made her point, and had achieved her purpose.
"What are you smiling at?" he asked angrily.
"I was just thinking," she laughed. "You really are a riot."
"Am I?" be demanded.
"Sure, you are, baby doll," she told him.
Finally he got to sleep but he could not forget what his wife had done. She had set him back and he didn't appreciate it one bit.
"Hey, baby," he told her. "You know crazy about you."
"Well, I'm crazy about you," she said.
The two of them looked at each other and then he made a suggestion.
"Alright, honey, I'll do as you asked. Today I'll suggest that Alice and Harry come over. And if anything develops out of it, fine. But I'm not going to put the make on Harry's wife, unless I know for sure that he wants me to. I don't care to wind up in a crypt before my time."
"What's all this talk about crypt?" she laughed.
"I've heard that Harry and Alice are two of the most broad minded people that you could Imagine."
"Where did you hear that?" he asked.
"At a bridge, club party last week over at Mona's place."
"What did you hear?" he asked.
"Just this, honey," she smiled. "Over in Honolulu, Alice went to a male restaurant where men run around in the nude. The men put on a strip tease show. It's a real riot."
"It sounds so fascinating, it makes me want to vomit," Vince said.
"Oh no," she said, "It's wonderful Alice loved it."
"Well, I would be worried if Harry loved it," Vince said.
"Look, baby," she told him. "You men have taken us women to burlesque shows, and strip shows, for years. We went along with you not because we got any kicks out of seeing a woman take off her clothes, but to see what creeps you guys were. We all have the same equipment."
"But the arrangement is a little different in each one," he reminded her.
"That's true," she said, "and you show me the man who can pass up a good piece of pussy?"
"Well, as long as his balls are working, why should he?" he demanded.
"Right on," she said. "As long as my pussy juices are flowing, why shouldn't I take on any man?"
"Damn you women libbers," he complained, "I wish you'd stop it."
"And I don't have, to have any penis envy," she said. "Before we women get through, there will be a lot of pussy envy."
"What?" he demanded angrily. "You mean to tell me those women are telling you that some day I'm going to wish I had a pussy instead of a penis?"
"Well," she said, "not exactly that. But at least you'll appreciate the pussy for what it is."
"I do," he said, "but I'm not going to build a shrine to it, do you mind?"
He began undressing and went into the shower.
"Just think, honey," she said, "that little act of taking off your pajamas could make you a fortune in that restaurant in Honolulu."
He slapped himself on his pot belly, and said, "As a clown?"
When he went into the, shower, he thought about what his wife was saying. He realized what a dangerous thing she'd gotten into. He decided possibly that he should get together with Harry. Only he determined that he would have to get Harry lined up so that he would dominate his wife. For he could see quickly that she was on a dangerous bent.
When he got to work that morning, he went out for coffee with, Harry.
"Do, you want to talk to me about something?" Harry Smiled.
"Yes," he said. "I've got a little, problem with my wife."
"What's the problem?" he asked.
"Just this," he explained. "She's gone off on this women's lib kick. She thinks that the days of penis envy are all over, and we men are supposed to start envying pussy And now the latest thing that she wants to do is have an affair."
"Well, you've had a few, haven't you?" Harry chuckled.
"You're not much help." Vince told him flatly, as be slammed his fist on the table.
"Now don't get uptight about it," his friend told him, "what's happening to you isn't my fault. Understand?"
"Dammit," he said, "I never said it was your fault. But I'm getting sick and tired of the way these women are acting. They're making life impossible."
"Women are women," Harry chuckled. "It's a fad, and once the newness has worn off, they'll go in for something else. One minute it's wedgies, and the next minute it's sex. Then there are the grapefruit diets, and all the rest."
"I wish she'd get a kick to decorate the house over, again," he said. "That's a lot easier than what she's got me faced with now."
"It can't be as bad as all that," Harry said. "You are just overreacting."
"Overreacting nothing." Vines tell him frankly. "My wife Wants me to get you to fuck her."
Harry smiled at him.
"Good idea," he said. "I'd enjoy sex with your wife."
That left Vince limp with rage.
"Well, aren't you going to say anything?" Harry laughed.
"No," he said, "I'm not."
"You're living in the Dark Ages, Vince," he said. "Swap meets are very popular. Apparently you haven't been keeping your eyes and ears open around the office. There's a lot of swapping going on."
"I don't believe it," he said. "I just don't believe it."
"Well you know that shy girl, Betty," he said. "Well, she isn't so shy. She unzipped me the other day in my office and pulled me around the office by my penis. I of course refused any sex because I had so much work to do. But if I had a few more moments, I'm sure she would have given me a very enjoyable blow job."
"Betty?" Vince asked in disbelief. "You mean she's peddling her pussy?"
"And her mouth, and her ass," Harry laughed.
"You just can't trust anybody anymore," he said.
"It's not a matter of trust," he told him, "It's a matter of change. The old morals are gone and the new morals are in."
"I'm sorry, Harry," Vince said disgustedly, "but I don't believe in what's happening. These people are going to be sorry some day for playing around like this."
"But wouldn't you rather have your wife where you can watch her?" he asked bluntly.
"Well, you've got a point there," he admitted
"I suppose if I had you over, I would at least know who she was doing it with."
"And more important," he said, "I keep clean."
"Oh God," he said in shock and disgust, "I never thought we'd degenerate to this where you have to tell me that you're, keeping your cock clean so I don't have to worry when I see it in my wife's pussy."
"Well, you have to consider these things," Harry admitted. "There are a lot of people who are swinging these days who are singing the blues. They've discovered a disease that they got in the process."
"I suppose it's true," he said. "That's something that has to be reckoned with."
"Yes indeed," Harry assured him. And you'll enjoy my wife Alice. She keeps pretty clean too."
"Good for her," he said, "but I don't feel like catting around."
"Well, Alice would never release me to your wife," Harry assured him, "unless you would play around with her."
"Oh, you're too much," he told him, "you really are."
"No," he said, "I'm just being frank and honest."
"Alright," he agreed. "I'll tell my wife that you are agreeable to the idea. I'm sure you consider it a major triumph, and she will fly the women's liberation flag all week."
"Do they have a flag?" Harry asked with a chuckle.
"You bet your ass they do," he said. "The white flag of surrender."
"Well, you will enjoy my wife. She does some novel things and she's quite a sexpot if you don't mind my saying so."
"Very true," he agreed. "My wife and I very complete sexual relationship."
The more he talked about it, the more he realized the situation he was in.
"Well," he shrugged, "I guess that to change with the times it's hard, because I never thought I'd have to share her."
"But she's had to share you all these years," Harry reminded him.
"Oh, don't mention my purple past," he said. "I thought I'd lived it down."
"Do you still have that mistress?" he chuckled.
"0h, she wasn't any mistress," Vince defended himself. "She was just a little, college girl who needed some help with her clothes."
"I know" he smiled. "So you placed it in her pussy to help her get some clothes."
"It was an exchange," he said, "and a pretty fair exchange too."
"Well, don't think your wife doesn't know about everything you're doing," Harry assured him.
"Why, did she tell you?
"No," Harry observed, "but women have an instinctive way of knowing when a man Is playing around. They don't say much sometimes, but they know it."
"That's a lot of crap," he said. "She would have clawed my eye out if she'd ever thought that I was out balling anybody else. It has been rough these last few years, keeping up the pace with a chick was paying for at her place and trying to satisfy my wife too. After all, how much juice can I get out of those balls?"
"Don't ask me," Harry laughed. "That's your problem."
"Alright, alright," he said. "Invite your wife Alice over. Tell her we'll have a buffet, heavy on the booze, and light on the food."
"I understand," Harry assured him. "I go for these little sexual parties quite often."'
"That's good," Vines assured him, "because I need some guidance. Take me by the hand and, lead me into the paths of sexual sin and swap."
When he got home that night his wife was bubbling over with new Ideas.
"Now, What are you up to?" he asked, as she was filling out an application form.
"I don't see a reason in the world why a woman can't do all the things a man can," she said.
"What are you up to?" he insisted.
"I thought I'd take up karate," she said.
"Oh no," be said. "I can hardly put up with you throwing things, but if you are studying karate, what am I going to do when you're mad at me?"
"Well," she said, "we women must learn to defend ourselves."
"You women have it all over us men. I wish I could trade places with you, Trudy."
"Oh, I'm sure you'd love washing the floors, vacuuming the rugs, and cleaning the windows till they sparkle."
"You haven't done any of those things in ages," he said. "You never clean up the place unless my mother is coming over."
"You don't give me much time," she said. "I have so many other activities."
"Like that gossipy bridge club you go to every Wednesday, and all those good for nothing drunk parties that you wait to stage."
"Thaat isn't a nice way to talk at all," she said. "We women do put on a few social functions, and I'll admit there is a little booze there. But it's certainly not a collection of female drunks."
"Now where were you today, for example?" he demanded.
"I was working for a new charity," she explained. "And it's none of your business."
"What kind of charity?' he demanded.
"Well, it's an L.S.D. Alumni charity."
"An L.S.D. Alumni charity?" he said. "What the hell is it?'
"Well, it's people who have burned out their brains on L.S.D.," she said, "and I want to help them."
"How? he asked. "With L.S.D. cookies or something?"
"Why no," she said. "We make picture books for them so they can look at something. After all, they've got to have something to do. And they don't have much of a mind left. But they can appreciate pictures, so we get together and cut out the pictures from the magazines and make scrap books for them."
"Well, that is a nice gesture," he said, "but really, baby, I wish you'd think of me and my charity. This house, these floors, and how about dinner?'
"Why don't you take me out tonight?" she asked.
"Why?" he demanded.
"Because, if I was stepping out on you, my lover would be taking me to a restaurant"
"But I'm not stepping out on you," he insisted. "I don't have to take you to a restaurant."
"I just used that absurd argument," she said, "to make it feel more natural for you. But the truth of the matter is, you've neglected your husbandly duties. You should take me out more often. I'm beginning to feel caged in."
"You're beginning to feel caged in," he said. "How do you think I'm beginning to feel?
"Well, I have no idea," she said. "I can't jump inside your mind."
"Well it's lucky for you you can't," he told her, "because if you knew how angry I am at you right now, you wouldn't believe it."
"Oh, I would too," she said. "You always get red in the face when you're furious. However, at least your eyes flash a bit, and you talk. I get so sick and tired of those droopy days when you drag in here and I know that you probably have been out having sex on the side."
"Why is that?" he demanded.
"Because, baby," she said, "I think I know when I see lipstick on your shorts."
"What are you talking about?' he demanded.
She went over to a kitchen cabinet and pulled out a drawer. A large folder was there, and then she reached in and pulled out a pair of shorts.
"What have you got there?" he demanded.
"A pair of your shorts, dear, and lipstick."
"Put my soiled shorts back in that," he said.
"This is the evidence," she said, "that I would use in court. It would be a terrible thing indeed, to admit such connections were going on. However, I have every reason to believe that you have had some girls going down on you."
"No," he insisted. "I must have cut myself."
"It's not blood, baby," she said. "It's lipstick and, I don't think raspberry lipstick could be mistaken for blood."
"How do you know it's raspberry?" he demanded.
"Because I checked it out," she said.
"How did you do that?" he insisted on knowing.
"I went to the beauty department of a local department store. It was embarrassing to pull my husband's shorts out and ask if the girls could tell me what type of lipstick it was."
"You did that to check on me?" he demanded.
"Yes," she said, "because I wanted to know if I had good grounds for divorce. I think I do."
"I hope you haven't taken those soiled shorts with the raspberry lipstick to a lawyer," he said.
"Well, no honey," she admitted. "I haven't done that yet."
"Well you'd' better never do that," he sa1d, "alright, we're going to have that get together next Saturday night. You wanted to swap. Sure I think Alice is a nice chick. And, I'm sure Harry will dig you. Good luck."
"You mean good fuck, don't you, honey?" she smiled.
"You said it, baby," be said. "I'm not for this swapping, scene at all."
"I am," she snapped. "I'm tired, of getting a soft cock shoved up me. I want, a good rock hard one again."
"Have fun with it," he said.
He went into the bedroom and slammed the door. She didn't bother to come in. Usually, after an argument, she would come in and ask for forgiveness. She didn't go near the door this time, as she had a point to prove.
Later, when he cooled off, he came out.
"Well," he said, "maybe you'll enjoy this. I hope you like stepping out on me."
"Don't consider it that," she said, "just consider it a little sexual pastime. After all, dear, we've been doing it to each other for the last five years."
"Yes," he said.
"I've been doing it with just you," she reminded him, "and you've been bringing girls into your playpen."
CHAPTER TWO
The big event finally took place, when Harry and Alice Parker were greeted at the door by Trudy Roberts.
"Come in, Harry," Trudy smiled. "Oh, hello, Alice."
"Hello, honey," Alice grinned.
Immediately, Vince came to the door. "Hi, Harry; hi, Alice, come in."
Quickly Trudy walked them into the living room, then into the dining room. She had a buffet prepared on the table, and Harry brought a bottle of booze.
"Thought we might add this to the festivities," Harry grinned.
"Certainly," Trudy smiled. "I'm so glad you could come, Harry."
She fluttered her eyebrows at him, and Alice Parker picked this up instantly. She was a little disturbed that all of this carrying on had to be done, even though they weren't involved in sex.
"I see you like my husband," Alice observed.
"Harry is a handsome man," she smiled. "And I'm so glad he could come."
"I am too," Harry said eagerly.
"Not so fast, honey," she said. "Remember, Mamma still holds you on a leash."
"Oh, Alice is just teasing," 'Harry chuckled.
"She digs this type of get together even more than I do."
"You're making me sound like a slut," she laughed.
"Now, now, girls," Vince said quickly. "Let's join the big celebration and enjoy the food."
"What are we celebrating?" she asked.
"Plenty," he said, "we are celebrating the getting together of the bodies. That is a celebration in itself."
"What got you so turned on with this kind of life?" Alice asked Trudy. "I didn't know you were a swinger."
"I really didn't know I was either, till I started going to those women's lib meetings," Trudy explained to Alice.
"Oh, you're one of those women," she said, giving her the eye.
"Now, stop it," Trudy said. "Don't try to make out I'm a les."
"Are you, honey?", Alice asked eagerly, "did you get me over here to ask me for sex?"
"Not at all," she said, "as a matter of fact, I never think of such a thing. Why did you bring it up?"
"Because," she said, "judging from some of the pictures that I've seen of those great big women who are all out in the forefront of women's lib, they're not exactly feminine."
"Well," Trudy smiled, "I am very feminine. As a matter of fact, my bosoms turn so many men on I 4on't know what to do about it."
"Oh yes, you do," Alice said, "you invited my husband over to lick them, no doubt"
"Girls," Harry Parker chuckled, "don't start getting jealous of me."
"Jealous of you?" Alice said in a snide manner. "Not when Vince Roberts is around. I've always had a yen for Vince."
"Bless you, baby," she said quickly. "Vince would love you."
Trudy was practically pushing her husband over to Alice.
"Maybe it's a good idea," Alice suggested, "If we just start right away. I mean, you and my husband can eat together and then have sex together. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"
"Yes," Vince smiled. "I think It Would."
In a matter of moments Vince had joined Alice, and Harry was teaming up with Trudy.
They ate their dinner, and then Trudy suggested, "I think we would enjoy it more if we broke up and went into individual bedrooms. It wouldn't seem quite so primitive, would it?"
"No, it wouldn't," he admitted.
"You're not subtle, are you?" Alice said.
"Sex is never subtle, dear," she said. "When a man wants a woman, he lets her know it in no uncertain terms.
"Well, now that we've been liberated, we've got to let the men know we want them in no uncertain terms. Am I right?"
"I don't think you're right at all," she said nervously. "Of course that has nothing to do with it. You have a husband, go get him."
Vince smoothed things over quickly.
"Well, you're going to have a good time with me, honey," he assured her. "I've got a real surprise in store for you."
"Great, baby," she said. "I'm eager for it."
When the couples had separated, Trudy had her opportunity with Harry Parker at last.
"Say, I've, waited a long time for this," she told him.
"Well, I've been eager for you too, baby," he assured her.
"I want to see what it would be like to have, a little sexual equality now."
Harry looked at her and laughed.
"Well, baby," he smiled, "you just do what you want to do with me."
"Great idea," she smiled. "I have a lot of great things that I would enjoy doing with you."
"Like what?" he smiled' at her.
"Well, first take off your clothes."
"Just like that?" Harry laughed.
"Just like that, baby" ,she said. "You men don't mince words when you want us women to strip, do you?"
"No," he said, "I guess that we don't. And if we're going to get any closer contact, I guess I will have to take off my clothes."
It was impossible for her to emphasize point enough that she wanted him to be woman almost. This bothered him.
"You know, I don't like you dominating me," he told her.
"Well, I'm tired of you men dominating she said, "now, take off your clothes."
"Couldn't you at least be subtle about it?' he demanded.
"How many men are subtle?" she said, with a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eyes.
He realized a lot of it was just fun. And that got him, going.
"O.K., baby doll," he said, "I'll take off my clothes. A human body is wonderful. And why should all of these treasures be bidden?"
"Right," she smiled. "Clothes hide a ridiculous sense of guilt. More people need to be unashamed of their bodies."
She didn't take long to slide out of her clothes, and as be saw her standing before him stark naked, he realized that they were together in an atmosphere free from the embarrassment of guilt.
"Well, well," she said, as she walked over to his naked body and gripped his penis in her band.
"You like to play with me, don't you?" he said.
"Sure I do," she said. "Why shouldn't I? You've got a beautiful body, baby."
"I'm glad you like it," he assured her.
Now she was enjoying herself, more than she ever had before. it was a bit difficult for him to realize how eager she was for sex.
"Now, baby," he said, "what position do want me in next?"
"Well, I think it would be an awful lot of fun," she said, "If you would just get over there on the bed and let me give you a body massage, with my body."
"it sounds good to me."
Harry stretched out on the bed. As be lay down, she glanced over at him. She slapped, his ass playfully, and he liked it.
"You like my butt?" he chuckled.
"I like all of you," she said. "That's why I am going to love it all."
"Go to it," he smiled.
She got on the bed a moment later, and poured some rubbing oil all over his back Then she let her hand wander between his asscheeks.
"What are you doing down there?" he smiled.
"Massaging," she said. "Giving that prostate of yours a good workout"
"Oh, that feels good," he told her.
"Sure it does," she told him. "And it feels hood to me too."
She worked on him smoothly, and he wiggled his buttocks for her.
"Grab it, honey," he said, "and squeeze it."
She squeezed his buttocks with her hand, and this got him turned on some more.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "I sure like this."
The pleasure was growing every moment now, and he loved it.
"Baby," he panted, "let's really have some fun."
She went on massaging, reminding him that she was taking charge.
"Alright," she said, "just take it easy."
A few moments later, she massaged her breasts with oil. Then she bent over. As she bent over, he felt her, breasts gliding with his ass.
"Oh, does that ever feel good," he told her. "Yes, I like that."
The pleasure was building every moment, and he enjoyed it more every second.
"Oh yes," he sighed, "I love that."
Now he could hardly understand it. Reaching there, she played with his prostate. While she pressed her breasts down over him.
"What do you want to do now?" he smiled at her.
"I want to lick it," she said.
"Honey, I don't want you just to lick my ass," he told her. "I want you to lick my penis."
"Alright, honey," she said, "but first this."
She used her tongue to lick effectively, getting him all excited around his asscheeks. Then, he flipped over, and gripping her with his hot thighs, held her in place as he guided himself into her.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "does that ever feel good!"
Now he was really enjoying it more than he ever had before. The hot penis slipped into her, mouth smoothly.
"Oh, eat me," he begged. "That's beautiful. Oh yes, that's the way I ilk it. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes. That's beautiful!"
The more that she licked, the more excited he became. Then, he grabbed her head and shoved her down over his cock.
"Take that, baby," he told her, "and that!"
As the rock hard cock slipped into her mouth, and slid down her throat, she felt him sliding back and forth.
"Oh baby," he gasped, "this is what I like. Keep that up. Oh yes, it's better than my wife. Oh, baby, it's a good exchange. Do me, oh, ah, yes, yes, keep doing it, that's it, baby, do me!"
The pleasure was mounting every moment.
"Come on, baby," he told her, "that's what I want. Oh yes, that's beautiful. Come on, do it!"
She kept her eyes open as she watched him sliding into her. She was really enjoying herself now, and so was he.
"Oh honey," he told Trudy, "gobble that, take it all in, baby, let me get it in there."
She didn't object, as she enjoyed it.
"Oh yes," he panted. "That's it. Oh, yes, yes, keep that up!"
The super sensations that were surging through her low surpassed anything she had had with her husband. For somehow she could be more intimate, more feeling with Harry. Perhaps it was because all of the negative emotions that she had experienced with her husband and his zig-zag second life were going on in her adventure with Harry.
Their bodies were connecting, and this was all that was important.
"Oh, I can't stand it," he panted. "Can't stand it."
It was hard for him to resist her, as be was naturally fond of her beautiful body. And at this point, as he watched her mouth working on his penis tightly as he slipped it in and out, it drove him out of his mind. Reaching down, he ran his fingers through her hair.
"Eat it, Trudy," he told her, "eat it Yes, that's what I want you to do. Eat me, Trudy. Oh, ah, yes, yes, eat it!"
It wasn't going to be much longer now, and he twisted about the bed. She held him there, as he finally shot his wad off.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "That's beautiful, baby. Gobble it, take it all, baby, that's the way I want it. Eat it."
He shot a good load of sperm into her mouth, and he enjoyed it. Every moment was more exciting.
"Keep it up, baby," he told her, "keep doing it."
When she had finished taking him, she slid her mouth off him smoothly.
Then he looked at her.
"Let me eat you, sweetheart," he smiled eagerly.
"I want to get my tongue in you."
"Any time, Harry honey," she said.
She lay back on the bed and spread her legs, reaching down and massaging her vagina. That really triggered his interest.
"Oh, sweetheart," he panted, "I can hardly wait for it."
Going down there, he parted her pussy lips. Quivering moist pink flesh intrigued him. Then, be let his hot tongue lick in there.
As be stabbed in there, she became more and more excited.
"Oh yes," she panted, "I love that. Oh baby, eat me."
He reached down, and gripped her asscheeks, pulling her pussy tighter to his face. Then, he stabbed away.
"Oh, do it, baby," she, told him, "do it, do it."
As the hot tongue stabbed in there, he became more and more excited.
"Come on, baby," he begged, "that's what I want, yes, baby, do it!"
The super sensations that he was experiencing now, were really getting to him, and suddenly she locked her legs around him and shoved forward. His tongue moved in rapid precision movements, and as the tongue swept across the clitoris, her body trembled. Reaching up, he gripped her breasts and held her in place.
"Come on, baby," she told him, "that's beautiful. Keep it going, baby, that's the way I like it."
The sensations excited and intrigued him. And every moment he was getting more turned on.
"Oh, Harry," she panted, "lick my pussy. Lick it, baby, lick it!"
He let his hot tongue stab iii there farther, and she trembled with passionate emotion.
"I'm cuming," she gasped, "I'm cuming. Yes, baby, yes!"
Now, the juices exploded in her vagina, and he gobbled her.
"Eat my pussy," she cried, as she held him down over her slot.
"Eat it, baby," she begged. "Eat it. Yes, baby, eat it!"
This was the moment of truth. And as Harry did his thing, she caught sight of his giant sized cock. She craved having it slide in her, and when he withdrew his tongue, she reached down to stroke his quivering member.
"You like that, don't you?" Harry smiled.
"A lot," she admitted.
"You want me to fuck you, honey?" he smiled.
"Yes," she said eagerly. "I'd love to feel that sliding between my legs."
"You're going to get what you want, baby," he told her.
Now, he straddled her. Reaching for his giant sized shaft, she guided him.
"Come on, baby," she said, "fuck me. Fuck me, baby, fuck me!"
As the tool slipped in place, she enjoyed massaging it vigorously with her pussy muscles.
"You know how to make love baby," she told him.
"Doesn't your husband give you a good fuck like this?" he asked.
"You know what he does," she said bluntly.
"He plays around with other women and comes home and can't do anything."
"It's pretty ridiculous to go out with any woman when you've got this waiting for you at home," he said.
He went on stabbing away, and the harder he drove into her, the more she enjoyed it. She wiggled her hips, and he liked that.
"Oh, sweetheart," he, told her, "that's just beautiful. You sure know bow to make a man happy. Oh yes, fuck, fuck, baby, fuck."
It was a tremendous thrill now, as she threw her legs up, locking them around his waist.
"Feels good," he said. "Squeeze."
She squeezed her legs, and he liked that too.
"Oh baby," he told her excitedly, "is that ever beautiful. Keep it up, baby, keep it up."
Now he was dizzy with delight, and so was she.
"Puck it," he told her, "fuck it, baby, fuck!"
She went on massaging his penis vigorously with her vagina, and then she brushed, her breasts over his chest to add excitement to the act.
"How do you like that?" she smiled.
"You've got that breast routine down perfect, baby," he told her. "I dig, it."
He continued sliding, into her till she could hardly stand it.
"Fuck," she begged, "fuck me, give it to me. I want every inch of it, that's it, oh yes, baby, give it to me, give it to me!"
Suddenly he stabbed. And as he did so, she came at the same instant.
"Oh, I'm cuming," he cried.
"Yes, baby, yes!"
The juices poured out of his penis, and her juices mingled with those of his.
"Oh, honey," he told her, "this is really fun."
When he finally withdrew that time, he flipped over on his back and she looked at him.
"Baby," she said, "you are too much."
"I'd like to put you in the bath tub and wash you all over," Trudy suggested.
"O.K.," he agreed. "That sounds like fun."
Getting off the bed, they walked together to the bathroom. She put the water on, as she put the stopper in.
"You like to do everything imaginable," he smiled at her.
"Sure I do," she said, "I know what you guys dig. You like long black stockings. You dig women who use a little whip, on your ass. And, you dig black boots."
"Hey, you got any long black stockings and black boots?" he asked curiously.
"Yes," she admitted. "I got some of those. I figured I'd need them, as I launched into sex the way my husband has."
"You're jealous of him, aren't you?" he demanded.
"Jealous, of that good for nothing?" she laughed. "I should say not. I'm sick and tired of fucking him."
"Why don't you divorce him then?" Harry insisted.
"Oh, I'd never think of that," she said.
"Why not?" he insisted. "If you are that miserable, why not?"
She looked away for a moment, and he knew that she did indeed like her husband.
"Get in the tub," she said, "and let's quit talking about him. That's why I've got you in here bare ass naked, so I can play with you."
He slipped into the tub, and her bands were all over him again. She was using the soap industriously, and he smiled at her.
"You know, you live a lot in Fantasyland," he laughed.
"Do I?" she said. "Why do you say that?"
"I can tell, baby," he said as he began rubbing a bar of soap over her breasts.
"Tell me why you said that," she insisted.
"Well," he explained, "it's like this. You are trying to think of every conceivable thing to do with my body. And, it's a form of escape. You even say you bought the black stockings and the boots for sex. You'd use a whip on my butt. That's a lot of sex thought."
"Well, yes it is," she said. "I feel that sex is made to enjoy. And unless you put some thought into it, you can't possibly enjoy it."
"Well, you've got a point there," he admitted.
He was getting harder every second, as she worked her hands up and down his rod.
"Oh, that feels so good," he said, "I like the way you play with me."
Now, he was more and more intrigued.
"Yes, baby," she said, "it is fun. Those big balls of yours, are slowly loading up, aren't they?"
"Yes, they are," he admitted.
When they had finished bathing, they got out of the tub and took a cold shower. Then, she went over to the bed and sat there.
"Now baby," he said, "before I pump it to you again, I want you to put on those black boots and the black stockings. Then I want you to use that little whip across my ass."
"Do you really dig that?" she asked.
"Yes, Trudy," he nodded, "I love to see a woman stark naked except for those long black stockings and the boots."
Trudy went over to her dresser drawer, and pulling out the bottom drawer pulled out the stockings. She slipped into them slowly, giving him a chance to see her.
"I don't see why you men turn on this way," she said, shaking her head.
"Frankly, I don't either," he. said. "But there's something about a woman naked except for stockings that excites me. Now get the boots on too."
"Oh sure," she said. "I wouldn't forget those boots for worlds."
"See to it you don't," he told her.
Now, she was an interesting sight to look at.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "I'm getting an erection already."
She looked at his cock and sure enough he was getting very hard.
"I guess I'd better start whipping your ass," she said, "and I will fuck you next."
He rolled over, exposing his bare buttocks to her whip. She took the whip in her hand, and raised it. Glancing at her crotch, he enjoyed the sight of her hand bearing down with the whip on his behind.
"Come on," he told her, "do it, baby, do it!"
Now, it became more and more exciting for him.
"Oh, baby," he gasped excitedly, "fuck. Fuck my ass with that whip."
The words, combining with the attack on his ass of the whip's lash, somehow excited and ignited his emotions.
"Now what do you want?" she laughed.
"I want you to get on top of my ass and ride it with your body."
She started to take off the stockings and he objected.
"No, that's part of it," he told her. "I want you to straddle me."
She got on the bed and straddled his asscheeks. He glanced in the mirror and watched. With her black stockings and her black boots wiggling over him in this position, it really excited him.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "I dig that."
"I suppose you want to fuck me like this too," she laughed.
"Why not?" he laughed.
She got off him and he rolled over. When she caught sight of his magnificent male member, she squeezed it.
"Easy does it," he told her, "leave some of it."
Still wearing her black stockings and her black boots, she straddled him. Then, grabbing his penis, she guided it into her. As the shaft slipped slowly into her vagina, she got more and more stimulated. And as Harry watched his cock sliding into Trudy, he got so turned on that he grabbed her ass and held on.
"Oh, fuck baby," be told her, "fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Her breasts were jiggling, as his cock continued stabbing.
"Keep that up," he begged, "keep that up. Yes, baby, that's the way to do it. Oh, baby, fuck!"
His hands reached up to grip her breasts, as she went up and down on his rod.
"Fuck me," she urged him on, "fuck faster. Yes, baby, fuck. That's what I want, oh, baby, fuck it!"
The super sensations of the rock hard cock slipping in there really got to her. Now, he .was out of his mind with pleasure and delight.
"Give it to me," he gasped. "Give me a fuck."
The pleasure that be was deriving from this momentous act was incredible.
"Oh baby," he blurted, "I want it, all of it. Fuck, baby, fuck."
The super sensations that he was enjoying at this point really got to him. He had never had a woman who seemed to enjoy sexual intercourse so much.
"Oh baby," he gasped, "you sure love to screw."
"Sure I do, darling," she told him. "Why shouldn't I?"
"You're so right," he told her. "That's it, when I thrust to the right, you twist your ass to the left."
She ground her hips around to the right as he jabbed his cock in to the left.
All at once it happened. The rock bard cock exploded.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "That's beautiful, yes, baby, keep twisting."
"Oh, I'm cuming, too," she told him. "I made it. Right with you, honey."
She kept her ass twisting around, and the pleasures increased every moment.
"Oh," he groaned in delight. "How I love this. Oh baby, what a fuck you are."
He didn't stop driving his cock into her until be had finished exploding. Then slowly he withdrew. She got off him, and just then her husband stepped in.
"Enjoying yourself, honey?" she asked cagily. He stood there and his cock was limp.
"I've had a little difficulty," he said. "Your wife fucks so fast, that I can't hold it, and I shoot off right away."
"Well, that's true," Harry said. "Alice gets so excited that she grinds it too fast for me sometimes."
"Maybe I could tell her a few things about sex," Trudy said eagerly.
"No thanks," she heard Alice's voice coming from dawn the hail.
"What on earth are you doing in that ridiculous gear?" she said as she looked at Trudy standing there with nothing on except the black stockings and the black boots.
"Oh, this is a little sexual outfit that I wear," she said. "It turns them on."
"Well, it doesn't turn me on," Alice shrugged.
"Well, I hope not," Trudy told her rapidly. "Because that would make me feel uncomfortable."
"It turns me on," Harry chimed in quickly.
"Oh, the least little thing turns you on, doesn't it?" his wife chided him.
It was obvious that Harry and Trudy had had, a ball. It was equally obvious that it was more than a little difficult for Vince and Alice to carry on sexually.
"I think you got the best end of the deal," Alice smiled smugly.
"I don't care to comment on that," she said breathlessly. "Maybe you were having some problems in pleasing my husband. He is difficult to please, and I guess I'm a pretty hard tuck to follow."
"Is that intended as a dig?' Alice demanded angrily.
"If the prophylactic fits, slip it on."
"Oh, you have such a nice sense of humor," Alice said. "You ought to provide vomit bags with your jokes, dear."
"For you," Trudy told her, "I would be happy to."
The two men realized that they ought to get the women apart.
"I'm hungry," Harry said. "You, got anything down there in the kitchen, Trudy?"
"The whole refrigerator is loaded," she said.
"I always figure at a free-for all swap, we will need plenty of food."
"It's a good idea," her husband agreed. "I'm glad that you stocked up on the food. We sure don't want to go hungry."
"No," she said, "we certainly don't, do we?"
The two of them had a chuckle, and then Trudy lit into Alice.
"Perhaps you should go to a sex clinic," she said.
"What on earth for?" Alice asked, wondering what she had in mind.
"They are for people who have sexual problems," she said. "Sex clinic is the answer."
"Is that where you went?" Mice said bitingly.
"I didn't have to," Trudy told her quickly. "But I had some friends who did go. And she went in as a frigid woman and returned like a blazing siren."
"Well, I'm not a frigid woman," she said. I'm sure that my husband will testify to that. Isn't that true, honey?"
"I have my mind on food," he told her. "What was that you asked 7"
"Well, I know what kind of food too," she said.
"You're 'probably thinking about Trudy's juicy pussy."
"Now, baby," he told her, "don't you get jealous. You know that's part of swapping. You can't get jealous."
"Well, I got the bum end of the deal," she said, "that's for sure. Trudy's husband couldn't even get a, hard-on."
"Well, it takes two to tango," he told her.
"Maybe you didn't have what turned me on.!"
"Believe me," Alice snapped indignantly, "my body, is enough to turn any man on."
Once more the men decided they'd better mediate the matter and get out of the bedroom.
"I said I was starving," Harry reminded Trudy.
"Oh, that's right," she giggled. "We'll go to the kitchen and see what we can dig up."
"Don't dig up anything for me," Alice said. "I'm not hungry. But if you have something to drink, like that bottle of liquor we brought, I'd be delighted to have a drink."
"I'm so glad you reminded me about that bottle," Trudy told her, "because we'd probably never drink it. We have our own special brands, you see. And I'm afraid what you brought isn't one of our favorite brands."
"We could always take it back," Alice said.
"Girls," Harry said, "what's all this tug-of war?"
"What's he talking about?" Alice said.
"I have no idea," Trudy said. "Everyone around here has been so understanding, so charitable."
Alice stepped out of the bedroom and Trudy followed her. Trudy got a big kick out of wearing her black boots and her long black stockings and nothing else. This got Alice disgusted.
"I thought we were all supposed to be naked," Alice reminded her.
"Well, your husband said he got so turned on when I dressed like this, I thought I would just go on wearing it."
"It would be funny if you wore it outside."
CHAPTER THREE
Even though Trudy had told her husband that she would be satisfied sexually if they could swap, she still felt unhappy about her sexual situation. She realized vividly that her husband had had plenty of extra marital action. And this was what she wanted, without his knowledge.
Swapping, she figured, was giving him an opportunity to play around too. However, vividly she recalled that at the same time he was carrying on, she was left alone in bed.
One morning, when the gardener came around, she got a surprise. Instead Of being the older man who had done her gardening, it was a younger man. She looked up at the curly headed young man with the muscular frame and asked him, "Who are you?"
"I'm the new gardener," he smiled.
"Well, how nice," she said. "Would you like to come in and talk about what you're going to do?"
"Well, my Dad has told me what I'm going to do," he said.
Trudy decided that she would allow a little of her body to show and then he might get more of an urge to come inside.
Adjusting her blouse just right, she good view of her cleavage.
"Maybe you'd like some coffee," she smiled.
"That sounds good," he said, looking at her bosoms.
"What's your name?' she smiled.
"Johnny," he smiled.
"Well, Johnny," she said, "I would appreciate it if you would tell me a few things about young people today. I'm giving a little lecture at one of the women's clubs on youth morals."
Johnny threw his head back and laughed.
"Why are you laughing, Johnny?" she asked.
"I'll tell you why," he chuckled. "it's because we don't have any morals anymore."
"That's sad," she said, letting her blouse fall little lower, giving him a still better view.
"Well, it's good and it's bad," Johnny winked.
"I read you," she smiled. "Coffee with cream, or do you want yours black?"
"I like the cream," he smiled.
"So do I," Trudy said, with a sexy inflection in her voice. Johnny gulped as he sat down at the kitchen table. Then Trudy said, "For example, Johnny, could you tell me something about your sex life?"
"Well, it wouldn't be very nice," he laughed.
"That's why I want you to tell me about it," she laughed.
"Well," he said, "I fucked my first chick when I was seven."
"You mean seventeen, don't you?" she told him frankly.
"No," he said, "I could get my little peter hard at seven. And I played doctor with the girl next door."
"Did you cure her?" she smiled.
"No, I didn't cure her," he said teasingly, "but sure as hell fucked her."
"It sounds like fun, Johnny," she smiled smoothly.
"You bet it was," he said. "Mom pulled me off her."
"Too bad you were interrupted," she said.
"That's what I say," he said. "I've always said mom prevented me from developing the way that I should have."
"Johnny," she said, "who Was the next chick you had sex with?"
"Well, that was a cute little gal," he said. "Her name was Joyce. She had bosoms you wouldn't believe."
"Oh yes, I would," Trudy laughed. "I have pretty large ones myself."
"I was just noticing them," he told her. "And I must say you are well put together."
"Why, thank you, Johnny," she said. "I take that as quite a compliment, because you have had quite a bit of experience in the sexual line."
Johnny suddenly felt himself getting a hard-on as he looked at Trudy.
"Well, I guess I'd better get going and do the work," he grinned sheepishly.
"I bet your muscles get awfully sore doing that kind of work, don't they, Johnny?"
"Oh, I'm used to it," he told her.
"I always liked good massages after I did garden work," she smiled.
"Well, I can't afford massages," he told her. She looked at him, and measured her words.
"I could give you a very relaxing massage," she said as her words caressed him.
"Could you really?" he smiled as If hypnotized.
"Yes, dear," she said. "Would you like to try me?"
When she said try me, Johnny got the point. He wasn't a hundred percent sure, but he was sure enough to nod.
"Why don't we just go to my bedroom?" she suggested.
She was breathing quickly now, her heart pounding rapidly and her face becoming flushed. She was delighted at the thought of putting something over on her husband. That was half the fun of doing what she was doing. It gave her a sense of triumph, a sense of victory, to think that she might have an affair just as her husband had been having one.
"Ah, are you sure it's alright?" Johnny asked shyly.
She nodded.
"I know it's alright," she said. "That is, if you want me to."
"Oh, I want you to," he said quickly.
"Well then, what's stopping us?" she asked smoothly.
"Nothing," he said eagerly.
She had gotten her point across, and now he was ready and so was she. Going to the bedroom, he lay on the bed.
"Oh, I could never rub you through your shirt," she said quickly.
"Do I have to take it off?" he asked.
"Of course you do," she said. "That is, unless you want me to rub oil on your shirt."
"No," he told her. "I don't want you to do that."
"Well, alright," she said, as she went over to him and helped him unbutton his shirt.
Now he was getting harder and harder. When he got this close to her, he-felt himself stiffening to the point where he wanted to grab her and have sex with her. But he knew better than that. For he calculated that be always could be wrong in his assessment of the situation.
Once he had her going for him in such a manner, he figured things would take care of themselves.
He took off his shirt finally, and tossed it on a chair. Then he flashed his muscles, displaying his massive chest.
"You must eat your Wheaties," she smiled.
"Yeah," he nodded, smiling.
He flashed her a knowing grin as he lay down. She sat on the edge of the bed, and reached over to the night stand, for the bottle of oil. Then she began massaging his thighs.
"Oh, that feels so good," he said.
She let her fingers press down on his spinal cord, and he loved the sensation. Then she worked her way down to his buttocks.
"I can't rub down here," she said huskily, "unless you unbutton your pants and unfasten your belt."
"Oh, that's alright," be aid, as he reached for his belt and unfastened it.
Then, taking the top button apart, he unzipped his fly.
Now she was really hot for it.
"Oh, you are well developed," she said rubbed farther down his backside.
His muscles rippled, as her fingertips moved over them smoothly with feather-like touch. Then, she pulled his pants down over his buttocks. He enjoyed being exposed like this.
"You don't mind if I rub here, do you?" she asked.
"Feels good when you rub my ass," he said.
Just hearing him mention it so casually excited her. Then, she let her hands knead, massage and grip his asscheeks.
"Oh, keep that up," he told her, "keep it up. Yes, baby, that's the way to do it. Keep it up."
The pleasure that was building, now really got him.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "Does that ever feel good. Keep rubbing me, honey."
Her fingers massaged him good, and then the hand slipped down between the asscheeks and she was rubbing his prostate gland.
"You're giving me a hard-on," he said, point-blank.
"Am I?" she asked innocently.
"Sure you are, baby," he told her. "I can't take too much of that."
"Neither can I," she said, her voice a whisper now.
The pleasure was building every second, as he continued doing his thing.
"Oh wow!" he panted excitedly. "I'm going wild."
"So am I," she told him.
The hands continued massaging down there, and he was more and more excited every moment.
"Oh, feel of me all over!" he said. "Rub back of my balls."
Her fingertips glided smoothly over his testicles.
"You're real big down there, aren't you?" she asked.
"You' bet your ass I am," he told her.
Now she was curious to see what young Johnny looked like. She regretted the fact that she hadn't been a lot wilder as a young girl. The beautiful adventures that she might have had, she never had. She was always afraid she was doing something that she shouldn't when she got involved with the boys sexually.
"Come on, baby," he begged. "That's the way I like it. Oh yes, baby, do me!"
She was vigorously rubbing his buttock cheeks now and he wanted her to continue. Finally, she realized that she should be doing the other side him before he shot his gun on the bed.
"Turn over," she said quietly.
He flipped over, and when he did, she got her first view of his giant sized shaft.
"Oh wow!" she said. "You are a man indeed."
"You bet I am, baby," he told her.
She looked at his huge penis, and for a moment she hesitated.
"Grab it," he told her. "Come on, grab it."
She gripped his proud, penis, and he loved it.
"That's what my girlfriend Cindy does for me all the time," he told her.
"Like this?" she asked curiously.
"That's how Cindy does it," he told her. She pumped up and down and she became more and, more excited, every second.
"Cindy does something else too," he said cagily.
"What does Cindy do?" she 'asked, hoping she could learn some sexual trick that would make her a more accomplished lover.
"I get Cindy to lick my balls," he smiled.
"You do?" she asked in amazement, bordering on disbelief.
"Sure," he told her. "That really turns a guy on. He goes wild when a chick licks his rocks."
"You want me to lick them?" she asked innocently.
"I'd love it," Johnny assured her.
She went down there with her face and began licking at his testicles. Every moment she did so, he became more and more excited.
"Oh, keep that up," be begged her. "Keep that going. Oh, yes, I love that."
The pleasure was mounting every moment.
"Oh, do me," he begged her. "That's what I want. Do me, baby."
Now, he was becoming so hot that he knew that she would have to lick up his cock quickly.
"Wrap your mouth around my cock, baby," he begged.
Her mouth slipped over his penis, and she began doing him vigorously.
Using her hot tongue, she slipped it down the small slit.
"Play with the balls too," he begged her. "Yes, that's what I need."
She was amazed bow instinctively she could do this for him.
"Keep that up," he begged eagerly. "That's what I want. Oh, yes, do it!"
She didn't stop for a moment. Every second, he became more and more intensely excited.
"Oh yes," he panted, "that's what I want. Do it!"
Her mouth flipped over the head of his shaft, and he thrust forward.
"Oh," he gasped excitedly, "yes, yea, that's what I need. Do It!"
The super sensations raced through her body.
Her pleasure increased as Johnny's hands pushed her head down over it farther.
"Gobble it, baby," he begged. "Gobble that."
She was eager to take it, as far as she could.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "Does that ever feel good, honey. Let me slide it down your throat."
Thrusting forward farther, let his' penis slide down her throat. As she felt it sliding farther down, and farther down, she thought she would gag. She pulled off for a moment, and then she went back to letting him do what he wanted to.
"Keep that going," he told her passionately. "That's what I love. Oh, yes, baby, yes!"
Finally, he got his rocks off in her.
"I'm shooting," he told her excitedly. "I'm shooting."
The hot sperm spasmed into her mouth and she gulped.
"Come on, baby," he told her, "it's good to the last drop."
She continued pulling with her mouth until he had unloaded all of his sperm juice.
Finally she slid her mouth off Johnny's cock and looked up at him proudly.
"Did you enjoy that, Johnny?" she asked quietly.
"Did I ever," he said. "You are a real pro."
"A real what?" she laughed coyly.
"A real profess1onal," he said. "You could make a lot of money doing it."
"Well, I'm not in it for money," she assured him. "I just enjoy a good time."
"So do I," he assured her.
As she looked at him, he looked at her hungrily.
"If you could do anything you want with me, Johnny," Trudy smiled, "what would you do?"
"What do you think?" he smiled, glancing down at her vagina.
"I bet you'd eat my pussy,", she giggled.
"You bet I would, baby," he insisted.
She could tell he was rally turned on at the prospect of getting to go down on her.
"Alright," she said, "I'll just straddle your chest and push my pussy into your face. I hope you enjoy it."
"You don't have to worry about me none," he laughed. "I always enjoy a good piece of ass."
She moved up to him and then he wanted something else.
"First," he smiled, "I want you to brush those gorgeous bosoms over my face. I'd like to feel them."
She moved her breasts over his face, and he loved the feel of them as she flopped them back and forth.
"Oh, that feels good when you lick at them," she told him.
"You like that, huh?' he grinned. "Well, it's fun for me too."
He kept licking away at them, and then nibbled at the nipples.
"Oh, do it," she told him excitedly. "Do that."
He did it until she was fever hot. He was building her up to the point where he would, slip his tongue into her vagina.
"You want to eat that, don't you, baby?" she smiled. "I know you do."
Opening his mouth, he wiggled his tongue in the air. This got her even more steamed up.
"Here I go, Johnny," she said eagerly, as she plunged her pussy in the young boy's face.
Johnny's hot tongue licked the quivering mound.
"Keep that up, honey," she begged. "Keep it up, Johnny."
Now he was grabbing her asscheeks and massaging them just the way she had massaged his buttocks. She loved the sensation of him licking there.
"Eat it," she cried, "eat my pussy. That's what I want. Eat my pussy, eat it, baby, eat it!"
The hot tongue stabbed away, at an ever accelerating rate.
"Keep that up, honey," she told him. "Keep it up. Yes, baby, yes, that's what I want. Eat the pussy, eat that pussy."
The sensations grew more intense every moment.
"Keep it up," she begged excitedly "Keep that up, oh, ah, yes, baby, yea, baby, that's what I want, eat It, eat my pussy!"
The super sensations now were building as he stabbed her clitoris with his tongue.
"Nibble my clit," she demanded of her young lover.
The husky virile young gardener quickly let his tongue flip back and forth on her clit. This produced electrical waves of excitement.
"Oh yes, baby," he gasped excitedly. "That's beautiful."
"Johnny," she, complained, "put your tongue back in there. Don't talk when you're eating pussy."
"Sorry about that," he smiled, as he went back to pressing his mouth over her there.
The harder he pressed, the more excited she became.
"Keep it up, baby," she begged him. "Yes, that's what I want, keep doing me."
The pulsing sensations continued is he brought her close to climax. Then, he stopped wiggling his tongue.
"What did you atop for?" she complained.
"I'm a, tongue teaser," he panted. "There's been a lot of pussy teasing going on, so I'm giving you some tongue teasing."
"Forget the tongue teasing treatment," she said, "and eat your pussy like a good boy."
He laughed as he went back to flipping his tongue inside her.
A second or two later she gripped his head and threw her own head back as she felt herself juicing. She pressed forward and gushed into his mouth.
"Get it all, baby," she begged. "Get that juicy pussy."
He continued until he had finished. She was really turned on now.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "That's beautiful."
She was disgusted that he pulled his tongue out so swiftly and told him so too.
"Put your tongue back in there and finish the job," she complained.
"You sure like to give orders, don't you?" he said, as he went back to finishing her off.
She thought about what he had said, so innocently. And she figured maybe she was coming on too strong.
When he had finished, she reached back and gripped his penis and squeezed it.
"Oh, this is rock hard again, honey," she said. "You want to get those balls off again?"
"I'd, love to," he said. "Only this time let me get on top."
This went against everything that she felt about sex. Now that she was liberated, she thought she should be on top now and then.
"Well, Johnny, how about me doing it on top?" she insisted.
"Forget it," he said. "I can't thrust it the way I want to. I want you to wrap your legs around me and let me thrust in there, baby."
"Alright," she agreed, "If that's what you want."
She lay back on the bed, and he looked at her excitedly. Then his hands massaged her breasts. Now he was hot to get at her.
"Come on, baby," she begged, "do it."
It didn't take him much longer now, and soon he was going to town. His cock slipped in smoothly, and she gripped it proudly with her tight vaginal muscles.
"Fuck It," he begged her. "Fuck, baby, fuck!"
The super sensations surged through him as he stabbed away.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "That's what I like, that's what I need."
Faster and faster the hard, cock drove into her. And with every thrust she found herself becoming more turned on, more tuned in to his sex vibrations. Her hands wandered over his back and she reached down to grip his asscheeks and squeeze them.
"Oh, I love it when you do that baby," he told her. "That is really beautiful."
She played with the asscheeks, and then she let her fingers slip down to his prostate gland.
"Right there, honey," he said, "that's the magic finger touch."
She realized that it was, as they got him more and more excited.
"Keep playing with my ass," he insisted.
"Oh, Johnny," she leaped, "what a cock you've got there. Stab it in, all the way, I want every inch of it."
She was excited now, to the point of hysteria.
"Alright, lover," he panted, "you want it, you're going to get it."
Harder and faster he rode in there.
"Fuck it?" he panted. "Fuck, baby, fuck. Oh, ah, yes baby, yes, that's the way. Do it baby, do it."
The super sensations that were flooding through his body now were igniting his passions for more fucking with her. Bending over, he began pressing his lips on her mouth. This was what she wanted, a little affection combined with the passionate youthful thrusts. Quickly she let her tongue slide along his lower lip, then, gingerly opening her mouth, she got him to slip his tongue into it. The young boy used his tongue as if it were a penis. With piston precision movements, he worked away.
"Oh, baby," he panted, as be felt her ever accelerating vagina muscles gripping, grabbing, grasping for his penis.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "That's what I like. Do it, do it, baby, do it!"
The sensations that surged through his body now had him turned an all the way.
Vigorously they were grasping at each other now, as they began sweating. They moved about on the bed in wild passionate glee.
"Give it to me, Johnny," she urged him on. "Faster, baby, faster. I can take it."
Johnny loved the fact that she was urging him on to increase the pace of his screwing.
"Fuck it," he panted, "fuck, baby, fuck."
Now be was really drilling into her.
"Oh wow !" he panted. "I'm there. I shot my gun off."
The enthusiasm he displayed as he gave it to her, intrigued her.
"Oh, baby," she told him excitedly, "that feels fantastic."
Every moment was more exciting and more delicious than any be had ever had before.
"Oh wow!" he panted, "I love it."
His penis juices were beginning to shoot.
"I'm cuming," he cried as he gripped her tightly.
"So am I, darling," she whispered.
She came, in multiple orgasms.
As their bodies pitched to the climax together, Johnny said, "You're a real good grind."
"Oh, Johnny baby," she said, "you've got to come back and fuck me again."
"I will if your husband doesn't mind," he chuckled.
"He won't mind," she laughed gaily. "He'll never know."
"Good for you, honey," he said. "What a husband doesn't know doesn't hurt him."
"You said it, sweetie," she said, as her hands gripped his asscheeks again and kneaded them once more.
When he finally pulled his penis out of her pussy, he was dripping.
"Don't drip on the floor, Johnny," she warned him.
It was too late. Some of his sperm juice was on her blue carpeting.
She went to the bathroom quickly, and got a towel.
"Wipe it up good," he said. "Every wife should."
"Johnny," she said, "you wanted to ball me today, didn't you?"
"Sure I did," he smiled.
She suggested that he take a shower with her but Johnny was worried. He had his work to do, and be didn't know how he would ever get it done I he was fucking all the time.
"Johnny," she suggested with a Smile, "would you like to take a shower with me?"
"Well, if you don't take too long, I guess I could," he told her. "As you know, I'm working."
"You call this work?", she said, as she reached down and felt herself.
"Well, that's not work," he admitted, "but there's a lot of work that I should be doing out there in your yard."
"That can wait, honey," she said. "My pussy is on fire it can't wait."
"Alright," he smiled.
She was still determined to be the man in the act. She wanted to get on top of his tool and ride. Getting into the shower, she felt she would have an opportunity to get him stimulated again.
"Did you ever have a woman wash your penis?" she asked him, with that caressing tone that always got him excited.
"Well no," he said. "Not since I was a baby, anyway.
"Well, it wouldn't excite you then," She said, "but I bet it would now."
Reaching out, she gripped his huge tool. Then she applied the bar of soap to him and washed him instantly Johnny felt himself stiffening.
"You'd better not play around with that," he said. "You're going to get it hard again."
"Well, that's the general idea," she smiled.
As he became harder and hotter, she became more eager for action. Reaching down, she toyed with his testicles.
"Do you mind if I wash your bosoms?' he smiled.
"I'd love it, dear," she assured him.
He reached for the bar of soap and began massaging its soapy lather into her breasts.
"Oh, that's so nice, honey," he said, "and they're soft as silk."
"They are nice, aren't they?" she grinned.
"Sure, baby, sure," he said, as he went on wandering around with the bar of soap down to her vagina.
Now she was happy as she was sure she would get him to do it once more.
"This time, honey," she suggested, "I would like to ride your cock."
"You're so determined to do it," Johnny observed. "Why?"
"Because, baby," she explained, "a woman doesn't always like to be passive. I'd like to be a little different."
"Alright," he agreed. "If that's what you want, that's what you get."
When they had finished showering and dried off, they went beck to the bedroom. Johnny wanted to make sure that she was satisfied this time, so he asked her quite frankly, "What position do you want me in ?"
Trudy explained quickly.
"Now, honey," she told him, "lie on your back. Then I'll just slip my pussy down over that great big cock of yours."
"That's o.k. with me," he assured her.
Then, she straddled him. Grasping his penis in her hot band, she slid down over it smoothly.
"Oh, you're an easy slider," he laughed.
"You bet I am, Johnny," she said. "I'm what you call a ball of fire."
"Well, I'm going to expect fire out of your pussy," he said. "I'm going to really ram it to you this time."
"I wish you would, honey," she said. "That's what I need. Someone to really give me a good fuck."
"Well you're going to get it, baby," be said, "you're going to get it from here to there."
With a forceful thrust, he jabbed it forward. As she felt it sliding into her, she became more intensely excited. He reached up to grip her breasts and play with them while she wiggled her pussy around. The vigorous movements of her vagina, gripping at his stabbing cock, teased him enormously.
"This is a pretty good way to make it, baby," he told her. "I really like this."
"So do I, Johnny," she said. "Fuck away."
He fucked vigorously now, and she became more and more excited every second. Panting and sweating, their bodies slapped together as they worked toward a climax.
"Fuck it," she begged, "ram it in there. Oh yes, baby, all the way up. Let me feel it."
Johnny was enthusiastic. He had had fucks, but unfortunately the chicks he had made it with weren't quite this turned on. Realizing that perhaps an older woman was better, he enjoyed every moment of his new experience.
"Come on, Johnny," she urged, "fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Passionately he pumped into her.
"Oh," she panted, "that's too much. Fuck, baby, fuck, Johnny, fuck!"
As the giant cock stabbed away, both of them looked at each other. The passion that was igniting in his eyes inflamed her anew to sexual heights. What waves of erotic delight swept over them, as they continued their wild, abandoned fucking.
"Give me that cock," she cried eagerly. "Give me that cock."
He gave it to her alright, and she loved every inch of it. Gripping it tightly within her vagina, she felt as if it was hers. She clasped it to her as if she could never let it go.
She deplored the fact that her husband was limp and could never please her. It made her furious to think of Vince coming home, and wanting to ball her.
"Doesn't your husband take care of you?" Johnny asked.
"No, he doesn't," she laughed. 'But I don't give a damn now. I'm liberated. I'm free."
"You're a liberated woman alright," he said, "and you come on like gangbusters. Fuck, baby, fuck."
Faster and faster he rode into her. And his hands worked effectively on her breasts every second. She loved the feel of his hands grasping and clutching at her breasts, but didn't particularly appreciate the fact that he was a little rough with the nipples.
"Those are sensitive," she said. "Take it easy, honey."
"I get so turned on," he said, "I don't know what I'm doing."
"Well, pull back, baby," she laughed. "I don't want your fingernails making them bleed."
"Don't worry about it," he smiled, as he pinched them, making it a point not to use his fingernails on the nipple.
Suddenly he jabbed at her hard and shot his gun off.
"I'm juicing," he said, "I'm creaming, baby."
"Me too," she cried. "Right on target. I'm cuming in multiples."
Johnny was doing things for her that no cock had done for her in years. When she thought of Harry's mild penis and her husband's limp cock, she realized she was being shortchanged.
"Oh, Johnny," she gasped hotly, "What a stud."
"You think I'm o.k., huh?" he smiled.
"Yes, baby," she told him, "you're enough to make two women happy."
"I could that," he said. "I'd like to eat a pussy, while a chick blew me. That would be sensational."
Instantly she realized that Johnny was like all other males, never completely satisfied, and always angling for more action.
"Oh, that would be real nice," she told him.
"I think so," he said. "I need to get me a lot of that pussy."
"Well, you've got quite a bit right here, honey," she said, giving him a vigorous grip with her vagina muscles.
"You can snap that again," he chuckled, as she went on snapping her pussy around his slipping, sliding penis.
Finally, she pulled herself smoothly off him.
"Well," she said, "don't worry about the gardening here. You've put in your time."
"This was more fun than out in the yard," he said. "Just as long as we never get caught."
She looked at him a little angrily.
"Why do you always mention getting caught?" she said. "Can't people have any fun without getting caught?"
"Well, we might call it fun, but your bitching husband might want to blow my brains out."
"Oh, Vince wouldn't feel that way," she explained. "He might get a little angry, but he wouldn't want to do anything drastic like killing you."
That made Johnny shudder as he thought about it. Finally he looked at her and asked her confidentially, "How old are you?"
"Why, Johnny," she chided him, "you never ask a lady her age."
"Well, whatever age you are," he told her, "you're at the right age for fucking, alright."
"Thank you, love," she said, and you're the perfect age. How old are you, honey?"
"Eighteen," he smiled. "And rearing to go."
She looked at him and asked him confidentially, "I'll bet you never had any woman carry on like this before, have you, Johnny?"
"No," he admitted, "I haven't But then I've never screwed with a nympho before."
The word "nympho" bit her with sharp impact. For a moment her brain reeled, and she couldn't think of any thing to say.
"Oh, I hope I didn't say anything," he said quickly, gulping.
"You said a mouthful," she said, "and maybe what you say is true. Maybe I am a nympho."
"Well, don't worry about it," he said, "you've got a gorgeous shape, and you like to screw. That's all I need to know."
"Johnny," she smiled, "I want to ask you something."
"Yes," he replied quickly.
"How much do you enjoy fucking?"
"I'd rather fuck than do anything said, "and that goes for eating and beer."
"More fun than those sports events, you men dig?" she chuckled.
"Football or baseball couldn't compare. There's one thing about screwing that makes it better. It gives you sensations that eating and watching a game could never give you. It makes your whole body turn on. It makes that old heart pound quick, and it makes the balls tingle and the cock stab and the pussy grab."
"You're a lover," she smiled, "that's the way a real lover talks."
"Well, I don't figure I'm no Romeo exactly," he admitted, "but I know where it's at."
"So do I, honey," she smiled. "It's between your legs."
CHAPTER FOUR
When Johnny had gone and Trudy was left alone at last, she did a lot of thinking. She felt guilty as hell for what she had been up to. She knew she betrayed her husband, and this made her feel guilty. Yet, now and then a wave of satisfaction would sweep over her. She kept thinking about the fact that he had been disloyal with her, and this seemed to justify her conduct in her own mind.
Her girlfriend Jessica called her up and asked her to come over for lunch.
"Why, Jessica," she told her, "I just don't see how I can get over there for lunch. Look what time it is."
"I know, honey," she said, "But we could have a late lunch. I have something I desperately need to discuss With you."
"About what?' she asked her curiously.
"About my future, dear," she said, "and it can't wait."
"Well, if it's that important," she said, "I'll come over."
"Good, darling," she said, "because it is vital that we get in touch."
As she spoke with her, she became more and more aware of the problems she faced.
"I've got to talk to somebody," Jessica explained, "and you are the only person that I think would understand."
"Alright," she told her. "Where do you want to get together?"
"How about that new little restaurant downtown, in the Adams Mall?"
"Certainly, dear," she told her. "I think that would be a nice place."
She looked at herself in the mirror, and she didn't look any worse for wear. Not a trace of guilt was on her face, and perhaps she thought she looked even better. The compliments that she had received from her young lover Johnny weren't harming her any. She needed some, and she was getting precious few from her husband.
She stepped into a smart dress and put on some shoes.
The, she put on some make-up and hurried out of the house out of the house. When she got down to the restaurant, she was a few minutes late. Her girl-friend Jessica was waving to her to come over to where she was.
"Hi Jessica honey," she said, "so nice to see you again."
"Hi beautiful," she said, "you look simply ravishing today."
"Good clean living," she said. "You know, loyalty to one's husband and all of that crap."
"You sound as if you have been having a juicy affair," Jessica laughed.
"No," she lied quickly, "but I wouldn't mind having one."
"Don't," Jessica warned her, "you don't know what I've been through."
"Tell me, honey," she said.
"Well," Jessica began, "I think we should have lunch first then discuss it over drinks at my place."
"Why is that?' she asked her.
"Well Trudy," Jessica explained, to say is not for other ears to hear. It's very confidential."
"It sounds dirty," she laughed.
"It is dirty," she said, "and I don't like thinking about it."
The more she thought about it, the more disturbed she became.
"Now you know," she said, "I've got to tell you something about your appearance. You never looked more beautiful and I'm not just saying that, honey. There's something about you that looks like you've come to life."
"Well," she told her, "I don't mind speaking confidentially. There have been some changes in my life. And I'll tell you what."
"I wish you would darling," she said.
"It is this," she continued. "My husband Vince has suggested that we swap. And so I've had a little sexual adventure."
"You mean you've joined a swap club or something?" she asked her.
"Not a swap club honey," she told her, "but I had one swapping session. It was really wonderful."
"That can be a lot of fun," Jessica assured her. "You just have to make sure that you're dealing with clean people, if you know what I mean."
"I know exactly what you mean, honey," she said, "and I can take care of myself."
"Oh I never said you couldn't," she said, "but it's just a word to the wise."
"I'm wise about the VD epidemic and all that" she said, "and I'm not going to get too promiscuous."
"That's good," she told her. "How did you like this new man in your life?'
"Well, It was a refreshing experience," she told her. "I became so bored with that limp thing sticking into me, that I didn't know what I' would do."
"You mean Vince is impotent?" she asked.
"I'm afraid he is, honey," she said. "At least with me he is."
"I'm glad you put it that way," she warned her. "Because so many of these men are having outside affairs. And they go home to their wives and they can't do anything anymore."
"The nature of the beast," she assured her.
Food was served and Trudy and Jessica enjoyed the meal immensely. Then, Trudy followed Jessica in her car to her place.
"Well," Trudy complimented her1 "you've got a gorgeous, place. I never knew you were so rich."
"I'm not rich," she assured her.
"This place looks pretty, elegant 'to me," she said.
"It's not exactly elegant, dear," she said. "but it is nice, isn't it?"
"It certainly is," she said. "And on a secretary's money, I don't know how you did it."
"Well, I'm a secretary" she said, "along with a few other things."
"Tell me about the few other things," she asked.
"First, let's have a drink,' her girl-friend suggested.
When Trudy and Jessica had, finished a couple rounds of drinks, Jessica was ready to reveal what was on her mind.
"Well," she said, "you know I went to work at that real estate office. Max's place and, Max's wife passed on. That left him alone and I felt sorry for him. He was such an adorable old man, that I was sure I could be friendly with Max and not have to worry about sex. He's almost sixty, you know."
"Tell me about the old tiger," Trudy laughed.
"Well, that's what he turned out to be," she said, "an old tiger. It was such a shock."
"And I'm sure you weren't one bit disappointed," she chuckled.
"No, frankly I wasn't," she said. "Max was simply wonderful. We took trips together and went everywhere. You know, we went to Bermuda last summer."
"Bermuda in summer?" she asked. "How was it?"
"It's beautiful at all times," she assured her.
"Well, that's nice" she said.
Then she explained her problem.
"But you see, dear," she said, "I had to live with an awful situation. Poor Max was impotent."
"What did you do?" Trudy asked.
"You had better state it, what couldn't we do," she told her.
"Go on, tell me about it," she urged.
"I will, honey," she continued. "I insisted that he wear a dildo. It was better than nothing."
"A dildo?" she asked. "That's amazing."
"It was rather amazing," she told her. "But it was better than nothing, as I say. Well, I put up with that for three years Then, I flipped. Max died and didn't leave me a penny."
"I bet that set you back on your ear," her girlfriend sighed.
"You bet it did, Trudy," she said. "You had better say my ass, because I'm out on my ass, alone and beginning again. And those were three choice years wasted on a dildo."
"Well, after all you did for him," Trudy said, "it just doesn't seem fair."
"It isn't fair at all," she said. "He left it to his big dog Teddy. Teddy is a German shepherd dog he was crazy about."
"Well I'm glad it wasn't a female dog," Trudy laughed. "That would make it seem worse."
"Oh, you little bitch," Jessica laughed. "You can think of the most dreadful things."
"Well people are awful," she reminded her, "and you have to keep telling yourself that they are. Otherwise you might get the false impression that people are basically good."
"Well, I've revised my, optimistic opinion with everything," Jessica. said, "and nobody gets into my pussy unless I put chains on their balls."
"Well that doesn't always work either, lover," her girlfriend explained. "Take my husband, for example. Vince was faithful at first, I guess. Then he was suddenly having to work late nights at the office. The next thing I knew, I got reports back about him making out with his secretary. Worse than that, he was sending her through night school, and putting her up in a plush apartment. All this, while he couldn't take me out to dinner. Nice guy."
"Yes," she nodded, "there are a lot of miserable people in the world."
Then she decided she would confide something else.
"I finally got even today," Trudy confided frankly. "I, fucked a young gardener who came by."
"Oh that sounds terrible," she said. "Taking up with a common laborer?"
"Well it's better than a sixty year old impotent man who had to use a dildo, isn't it honey?" she said.
"Well you have a point," her girlfriend admitted.
Then, Jessica got an idea.
"Maybe you could introduce me to Johnny," she said. "I could use a little loving."
"I don't know whether be would care to have sex with you," she quickly told her.
"Why, Trudy!" she said, "you're jealous."
"No, I'm not jealous," she insisted. "But I just don't like to put him on a spot."
"I don't understand you at all," she said. "Here you tell me about this marvelous stud you've met and you don't want to share him. That's selfish."
"Well I waited a long time for a good fuck too, baby," she said, "and now I've got one going I'm going to hang on."
"Well, can't say I blame you, dear," she said. "But imagine what would happen if I became correspondent in a divorce suit, and told what I know about you and Johnny."
"You wouldn't do a, thing like that," Trudy asked angrily.
"Well," she said, "you never can tell."
"Alright," she said, "I will suggest sex with you to him. But if he is not interested, there isn't a thing that I can do about it."
"Well I'm sure," Jessica smiled, "if you tell him what a beautiful chick I am, he will be interested."
"Alright," she agreed, "but I'm not too eager to share."
"I can see you aren't," she said, "and that's being selfish about it."
"It's not selfish at all," she said. "Everybody has to protect what is theirs."
"Don't be absurd," she said, "he isn't yours any more than he is mine. He's just a sex toy thing. And baby, it doesn't sound good for a woman of your age making so over a young fellow like that."
"If you want to have sex with my husband," Trudy laughed, "you are, welcome to him."
"I've been on that impotent trip," she laughed, "and I don't care to go on it again. And here I thought Max was going to leave me a lot of money."
"You have suffered a lot, haven't you?" Trudy said sarcastically. "I can see your beautiful apartment that Max helped you have is really a nice way to suffer."
"Bitch!" she snapped.
Finally, Jessica said that she had an early dinner appointment, and she guessed she had better start getting ready.
"Alright, honey," Trudy told her, "that's fine. I hope you have a marvelous time."
"Don't worry, I will." That evening when Trudy was talking to her husband Vince she thought it might be a good idea to mention Jessica to him. Perhaps she could peddle her off on her husband and keep the gardener boy to herself, she figured.
"Remember Jessica, honey?" Trudy asked him.
"Oh sure," he told her. "She was quite a sex-pot."
"Yes," she said, "she was."
"Did you hear from her lately?'
"Yes, I did," she said. "The guy who was keeping her, passed on to his reward. And she is, footloose and fuck free."
"I don't like you talking that way at the table," he said angrily.
"Oh, is that offending you?" she laughed.
"Don't you men use fuck all the time?"
"You're not a man," he said.
"Well of course I'm not, dear," she said. "But I'm free now to use the words that I feel like using. And if I care to say fuck, I'm going to say fuck."
"Fuck you," he said angrily.
"You see, honey," she said, "there are interesting things that happen when I use the word. You don't think it's ladylike. Maybe I don't think it's very gentlemanly to use some of the foul words that you constantly use, Vince. Especially when you're loaded."
"Well, I haven't been getting loaded lately," he reminded her.
"Well that's true," she admitted. "However it wasn't so very long ago that you were impossible."
"You sure enjoy living in the past, don't you?" he snapped.
"Yes,!" she sighed, "it is kind of fun. Isn't It?"
"I know why you are doing this too," he said, "you're just getting even for the way that you think rye mistreated you all of these years. Well you know, honey, if I catch you going to any more of those women's lib meetings and getting ideas, I'm going to whip your ass good."
"You wouldn't dare,", she said, "because I would whip yours."
"You couldn't manhandle me," he said.
"What do you think I've been taking these karate lessons for?" she said. "Get up."
He got up and with a sudden chop she had him sprawling on the floor. He looked up at her angrily.
"Damned if I didn't marry a karate artist," he said hotly.
"That will teach you how to talk," she laughed. Sitting down, she assumed a smug smile.
"What are you smiling at?" he said.
"I'm just happy I put you in your place," she said. "It's about time somebody did."
"Well you sure impressed me," she said, "with all of the force that you used to use when we were first married. Do you remember, honey, when you would come in loaded, and start breaking chairs and things and threaten me?"
"I never threatened you once," 'he said tightly.
"The hell you didn't," she said. "Remember the time you had your hands on my throat?"
"Don't remind me," he said hotly. "At point I wish that I had squeezed."
"Well you would be in jail today," she said.
"I would not," he said, "that was five years ago. They let you out for good behavior for two or three with a good lawyer."
"Well that's true," she said. "And I suppose that you would mortgage yourself up to your jockstrap so YOU wouldn't have to pay for what you did."
"Believe me I would, honey," he said, "and it might be worth it if you go on acting like you are."
"I've been reading books on impotency," she smiled, "and I have something that I think would help you."
"What this time?" he shot back at her.
"Well," she said, "perhaps if you had two women who were making love to you at the time that would get you going."
"Not a bad idea," .he said. "Now you're talking."
"And then that will be followed by two men for me," she told him. "I think that would be juicy."
"I forbid it," he exclaimed. "I won't let you be fucked by two men. You sound like a lecherous little tramp."
"Maybe that's what I am," She said, "and you love, are a dirty old man."
"Damned if you aren't about the most disgusting dame I've ever seen."
She reached under the table and began fumbling with his fly.
'What are you doing?" he demanded.
"I am trying to get a little life into it," she said.
"But in the kitchen, under the table7" he asked.
"Well I can't think of a better place to eat dinner," she smiled.
"Well you can blow me if you want to," he said, "I just hope the well hasn't run dry."
She gave him a stony stare arid said quite frankly, "Perhaps if you would play in your own playpen the well wouldn't run dry."
"Are you hinting at something?" he asked.
"I'm not hinting," she said, "I'm just letting you know that I know that undoubtedly you are still playing around with some other woman. I don't think you are really impotent, I think you are just overtaxing that cock of yours."
He was proud of the fact that he hadn't been playing around for a few days and he was sure that he could get it hard. However, the aggressive way that his wife came at him gave him some doubts. It was a strange position for him to be in, for her to be going after it with all of her male hormones functioning.
"Does it excite you when I come on like this?" she asked with a sly smile.
"You sure come on strong, baby," he told her. "You'd better eat something that will calm you down."
"Well," she laughed, "that's what I'm planning on doing, if you will cooperate with me."
Without saying another word she bent over and slipped, her mouth over his penis shaft.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "I'm getting hard."
As her mouth moved over his penis, he reached down to guide her head.
"You're doing it just right, honey," he told her. "Get the balls."
She reached in and fingered his nuts. He loved the sensation of her fingers playing with his testicles.
"Keep that up, baby," he told her, "keep it up."
The pleasure was growing more intense every moment.
Now he was flipping out of his mind with delight and passion.
"Oh wow!" be told her. "That's beautiful. Yes, baby, that's the way to do it."
Every moment was sensational.
"Keep it up, baby," be begged. "Up and down. That's it, use the tongue. Bite lightly."
Flipping her tongue over the smooth shaft, she bit down lightly. He threw himself into it now, and lucked fast and furious.
"Oh, wow!" he panted. "That is beautiful, baby, beautiful."
The exciting sensations were building to a juicy climax.
"Eat me," he commanded. "Eat my cock."
She was eager for the juice of his loins as she had waited a long time for her husband to get a hard-on. She was so grateful that she had gone to the lib meeting, as now she had discovered a new way of approaching him. She had her sexual rights, and when she made them known, he was getting results.
"Oh yes, baby," he panted, "I feel that sensation down to my tingling toes."
Forcing it down farther, he felt the head of the shaft sliding over the back of her throat.
"Oh wow!" he gasped. "I'm cuming."
As the juice spasmed into her mouth, he groaned in delight.
"Just right," he complimented her. "That's the way I like it. Oh baby, you're really good at it."
Running his fingers through her hair, he held her there. Finishing, she slowly eased herself off of him.
"I'm glad you enjoyed that, baby," she smiled.
"It was a lot of fun doing it in here," he said, "a person doesn't have to luck in the bedroom all the time, do they?"
"Certainly not, darling," she said.
Then she got an idea.
"Why don't we use the dining table for eating?" she grinned.
"You mean I'm going to have a quickie dinner served now?'
"Doesn't that sound appetizing, love?"
"Yes, baby," he said, "I never turn down pussy."
"Of course not, darling," she smiled.
She took the dishes off the table, and then she began undressing.
"I'd better make sure the front door is locked and the blinds are drawn."
"Do that, darling," she smiled, "and then strip too. I would enjoy seeing you bareass naked."
"Why, Trudy," he smiled proudly, "you haven't been like this since we've been first married."
"Isn't it wonderful?" she sighed ecstatically.
"It sure is, darling," he informed her flatly. Once the blinds were drawn he came back to the kitchen and started taking off his clothes. Then, he got a good look at her. She was stark naked in the middle of the table.
"Dinner is served," she said, and pulling her pussy apart.
He went over to her naked now, and sat on the chair.
"Move over, honey," he said. "So I can get my tongue in there."
She pulled her hands away from her pussy and moved to the edge of the table.
"Is this a better position, love?" she smiled.
"Yes, honey," he told her.
Vince gripped his wife's thighs, and softly let his fingertips pry her pussy lips apart. Then he got a glimpse of the quivering moistening flesh. Using his tongue, he stabbed it in there.
"Eat it," she insisted, "eat that hot pussy, hon.
The hot pink pussy really got him going. He thrust his tongue in there, and licked the quivering mound.
"Oh wow!" she gasped greedily, as she locked her legs around him.
She looked in the kitchen mirror, and flipped. It did seem strange to be watching herself sitting on the kitchen table with the refrigerator behind her while her husband went to town on her pert hot pussy.
"Oh that feels good, honey," she told him, "give me all the tongue action you've been giving your lovers for years."
He didn't let that pass without saying something about it. Pulling his tongue out of her, he practically yelled.
"You bitch," he said. "What do you expect of me? You know I'm not particularly crazy about eating your pussy, and then you make a crack like that."
"Sorry," she said smugly. "It slipped out. No harm intended. Go back, love, you're doing it great. Pretend I'm someone else, that girl you've been making it with on the sly for years, and you'll enjoy it more. Just close your eyes, honey, as all pussies are alike."
"That's not the truth," he said.
"If it's not the truth," she said, "how would you know if you haven't been playing around?'
"Am I on a witness stand?' he demanded.
"Oh no, love," she said. "I was just teasing. Now go down there and start licking."
He went back to her asscheeks and holding her legs apart, went down there burying his head in her mound. His tongue swept her slit once more, and then he inserted it.
"Do the love button first, baby," she said, "and nibble on the cunt. That always turns me on."
He nodded, but he didn't take his tongue out. He knew if he took his tongue out to answer every question or comment on everything his wife said, he would never get her to climax.
"Oh, Vince," she said, "that's sensational. When you lap it up like that. Oh, you've got a great tongue."
Vince used his tongue like a penis now, stiffening and stabbing away with piston precision movements. He kept sliding it into her.
"Oh," she gasped excitedly. "Lick it. Lick lover, lick it!"
Suddenly she felt herself juicing.
"I'm cuming, honey," she smiled. "Eat it, lick it, love it, lap it up!"
Vince liked his wife's enthusiasm. Even though he would get angry at her now and then he couldn't help recognize what a super chick she was.
"Come on, baby," he told her, "that's the way I like it, do it, do it, baby, do it!"
He finished her off and then he withdrew his tongue and sat there on the chair staring.
"Wasn't that wonderful?" she demanded.
"Yes," he said, feeling numb and dumbfounded.
"Why aren't you saying something?" she demanded.
"I'm still numb from the shock, baby," he said. "You just aren't the same woman you used to be. You used to be timid and shy, and I had trouble getting you to do anything."
"Well I've been freed, dear," she said, "now that I learned that it's respectable for a woman to have this sexual feeling, I'm free."
"Great," he said. "That's just great."
He wondered if it was. He picked his clothes up off the floor where he had dropped them, and she got a good look at him.
"Would you like me to massage you?' she asked.
"I'm through fucking you tonight," he said.
"Can't most men do it more than once?" she asked curiously.
"Will you just leave me alone?" he demanded.
"Sure baby," she smiled.
She got off the table herself and then as she strode into the living room she thought she would have fun toying with his emotions.
"Sweetheart," she said, "would you care very much if I had an affair?"
"Who with?" he asked. "The grocery store clerk?"
"No, dear," she said, "Just some young stud who needs sex. It would be a service job."
"Well how nice for both of you," he said. "Who are you fucking around with?"
"Dear, I was just suggesting the possibility," she said.
"Well, I know you," he said frankly, "and when you talk about would it be nice, I know you've been doing it."
"Oh you have such a dirty mind," she said, "I would never fuck on the sly. That's a trick that you men pull. You don't think a woman would do a thing like that, do you?"
"If she thought she could get by with it," he said. "I'm sure she would. And baby, from the way you've been acting lately, you require a lot of sex."
"I do," she admitted, "but I certainly hope you don't think there's anything wrong with me. Like being a nympho or anything."
She couldn't help wondering aloud about the, word nympho that Johnny had used, and she thought she would toss the word out and see her husband's response.
"Well that's just about what you are nowadays," he said huskily.
"And that's not good, is it?" she said.
"Well not for the man who has to satisfy you," he said, "It means you can't get enough. A nympho belongs in a house."
"What kind of a house?" she demanded.
"You know what kind I'm talking about," he said. "A house where chicks satisfy men all day long."
"And all night long too," she giggled.
"I'm afraid too much fucking isn't good for you," he said honestly, "it makes you act silly."
"Oh no, darling," she insisted, "it opens new horizons, new vistas, new possibilities. I've never lived so much since the time I started throwing caution to the winds and doing what I wanted."
"What about your morals?" -he said.
"Yes," she said, "what about them?"
"I mean, don't you think some things are right and some things are wrong sexually?"
"Of course I do, dear," she said. "For example, if I were to have sex with Jessica, that would be wrong as well as revolting."
"That goes without saying," he said. "Have you flipped your wig? Even talking about sex with another woman is sick, sick, sick."
"Well," she said, "there are women who do things like that"
"Don't talk about them," he said.
"Sweetheart," she said, "would you find it revolting if I asked you to tell me all about your sex life with these other women?"
"I don't care to discuss any of that," he said.
"Why not?" she insisted on knowing. "Maybe could learn something."
"You know too much already," he said. "If you knew any more about sex, I couldn't live with you."
"Why not, Vince?" Trudy smiled smugly.
"I wouldn't have the strength," he said. "You make fucking a race. It's really difficult to satisfy you."
"Now tonight," she smiled, "wasn't it beautiful?"
"Oh, we're going to win the Better Housekeeping Award for sex," he said, "doing it in the kitchen. You going down and blowing me under the table, and me eating you on the table. Oh, I would highly recommend it as a beautiful way to cement the home together."
"Well, at least it's different, dear," she said.
"Well jumping out of a blueberry pie stark naked is different too," he said, "but I wouldn't want you doing that every night when I come home."
"I know why you said that, honey," she said.
"Now you're reading my mind," Vince declared.
"Well, dear," she said, "you speak out of the context of the male domination. You men love to get together at those stag smokers, and have beautiful naked girls parade around nude, and you love to have naked women leaping out of blueberry pies and things like that. Am I right?"
"Look, honey," he said, "quit trying to figure the male psyche out. You'll never do it. Sure we like those naked and half-naked bunnies, and we dig those blueberry pie girls leaping out, and parading around in the buff. Why not?"
"Of course," she said. "How would you like to do such a thing yourself?"
"Are you mad?' ha asked.
"That, love, is a very good question. But it's not the one that I'm asking. How would you like to leap out of a blueberry pie stark naked?"
"I would look like a hairy ape with this pot-belly of mine, leaping out of a pie."
"Precisely," she said. "Leaping out of a blueberry pie stark naked is ridiculous. And this is what you men have had us doing for years I'm sick and tired of women jumping out of pies, going through all sorts of ridiculous performances with long black stockings, garter belts, and all the rest of that crap."
"Are you going to take all the romantic side out of life?' be demanded.
"Romantic my ass," she said. "It's sick."
"I told you, baby," Vince insisted, "you never will understand the male psyche because you're a woman. Women don't understand at all."
"Well I've got your number, baby," she said. "You're a lecher, a two-timing, loud mouth, devil."
"Now divorce me," he said. "Grant me that one request. Nothing would make me more happy than to separate the ties that bind us. Because you're squeezing those ties to the breaking point, and I can't breathe."
"Too bad," she said. "But this is just getting even for those naked dames that I've had to watch when I went with you to those horrid shows in Vegas. I think it is revolting to watch those women parading around with those little g-strings and those naked breasts. Enough to make a woman vomit, and I will not be satisfied till you've been forced to endure a naked male show."
"Now I am divorcing you," he snapped. "If I've got to go watch a bunch of naked men parading around, we're through."
"Well, dear," she smiled, "you see what you've put me through is what you would never go through."
"Men are different," he complained, "we turn on when we look at nude women."
"Well I turn on to a nude male," she said, "providing he isn't balding and doesn't have a potbelly and hair in all the wrong places."
"Anyone I know?" he asked angrily.
"If the shoe fits," she said coyly.
Now he was so angry he couldn't control his anger. He slapped her face.
"Keep your damned mouth shut," he shrieked in a rage.
In a second, she got him with a karate chop and once more he landed on the floor.
"You shouldn't talk that way to your sweet, fragile wife," she chuckled.
Vince was outraged. He couldn't even best his wife in a fight.
"So, who's superior, honey?" she demanded.
"You are, darling," he said getting up.
She looked so triumphant and so happy that he looked at her and glared, "Maybe I married a les."
"How dare you say that," she shot back at him.
"Well," he said, look how you've treated me. You've about knocked me on my ass."
CHAPTER FIVE
Now that Vince Roberts knew what his wife Trudy wanted, he was really burned up, and he decided there wasn't going to be any instant replay of what he had been through.
"You know, honey," Vince told her the next morning at breakfast, "you really burn the hell out of me."
"Oh, I am sorry I got you upset," she smiled.
Even as she mouthed the words, he knew that she didn't mean a word of it.
"More toast, dear?" she said, as she seemed to derive joy, and strength from his predicament.
"No, I don't want another thing," he said, "except maybe some coffee. Black."
"Of course," she said, "just like your mood."
After she had prepared the coffee for him, she went into the other room and waited for him to leave. He stepped out of the house without bothering to say goodbye.
When he had gone, she was happy, for now she decided there would be other people to conquer. She decided she would call her girlfriend Judy and see what was happening in her life.
"Judy," she began as she awakened the sleeping Judy.
"What are you calling me at this hour for?" Judy demanded.
"Well," she told her, "I just thought I'd give you a buzz and see if everything is alright."
"Sure it is, baby," she said, "I've been out of town for a long time and I just blew back from a fabulous vacation. Maybe we can get together."
"I would love that," she said. "When?"
"Well, you could come over this afternoon," she said, "after lunch would be fine. Perhaps around two."
"Around two would be great," she assured her.
When she got to Judy's place, she was amazed at how tired she looked.
"You look beat, baby," she told her. "Did you have a vacation or what?"
"Wild," Judy smiled. "What a vacation."
"Great," she told her, "I'm so glad you had a god time?"
The two women sat down and then Judy told her a few surprising things about what she was doing.
"You didn't go on that trip you took to Europe and all over alone, did you?" her girlfriend asked her.
"No, baby," she told her, "I went with my sugar daddy."
"So you have a sugar daddy," she laughed.
"Yes baby, I do," she said, "and he is quite an irregular man. You see, he is too old to make it, so he likes me to hire young studs and watch us fucking."
"That's a riot," she said "It's like the impossible dream."
"Right on" Judy insisted, "and Trudy, baby, I tell you, it was wild."
"Knowing how you've always been," she told her, "I imagine it would be."
Judy began telling her about the good times she bad.
"You know, baby," she said, "the different time zones are something. We would fly so many places that I would get exhausted just changing time zones. That's why I am exhausted today."
"Where were you last?" she asked.
'Well our last stop was Acapulco. We had a good time when I would find a young Mexican stud to ball me, and my marvelous husband could watch."
"You mean you married the sugar daddy?" Trudy asked.
"Of course not," she said, "I wasn't married at all. But he likes to sign us in as man and wife. It makes it all seem so sanitary."
"Nice guy," she said.
"Well," she continued talking, "he pays the bills. He pays plenty. I picked up this young stud on the beach. He was muscular as hell, and was going with a movie producer's daughter. I told him he could tell her goodbye, and come with me. That was wonderful, as it gave me an opportunity to seduce someone that someone else wanted. Stolen fruit always tastes the sweetest."
"You little bitch," Trudy laughed.
"Yes," she told her, "I guess I am. It was marvelous, as this beautiful stud Manuel would eat my pussy, and my sugar daddy would jerk off watching."
"Sounds a little revolting," Trudy told her.
"Not at all," she said, "he was really something."
"Tell me about some of your other adventures," she asked her.
"Well, dear," she said, "there was a marvelous man in Panama. He really had a cock on him. I will never forget it. I was staying at one of the big hotels right on the beach. They have marvelous hotels there, you know, and my sugar daddy used to go to the big whorehouses there. But that, is all over and now it's up to me to out and be the aggressor and find a young stud to play with so he can watch. I don't have too much difficulty of course, because I guess I am a very appetizing looking woman"
"Well you -do, have that delicious look about you," Trudy complimented her.
"Why thank you, Trudy," Judy smiled.
She continued telling her about her Panama adventure.
"There was this marvelous man, Carlos," she said, "and I just saw him as I was crossing the street near the Pan American Building. He walked right up to me and he smiled."
"Well what did his smile indicate?" asked her friend.
"I knew he wanted to ball me," she said, "and I suggested that we talk."
"And ?" Trudy smiled.
"Well I talked him into balling me," she smiled.
As the two women exchanged their adventures, Judy gave some of her various experiences that fascinated the mind of her girlfriend.
"There was this real sharp cat that I met over in France," she said, "and he loved to fuck my armpits. Do you find my armpits sexy?"
For a moment Trudy thought she would play it straight and not laugh at all.
"Well let me see, dear," she said
"Well I'll raise them, up and let you lock at them both."
"Oh, they look real sexy," Trudy chuckled.
"Oh, you're putting me on," she said. "But seriously, baby doll, I think my armpits must be sexy because he just went wild when he got the opportunity."
"Well how on earth does anybody fuck armpits?" Trudy asked.
"Honey," she said, "the man sort of straddles you and then you raise your armpits up and down quickly. Use your armpit like a vagina."
"That is not easy," Trudy said. "You really have done everything."
"I certainly have," she said, "and there was that man in Brussels, Belgium, who fucked me upside down."
"Upside down?' Trudy asked her. "Why on earth did he do it that way?"
"Something different," she chuckled, "and big daddy thought it would be fun to watch. You should have seen him getting his jollies."
"You poor darling," Trudy observed. "You haven't had it easy. You had to put up with all of this fucking nonsense."
"Oh I don't look at it that way at all," Judy said. "I consider myself a sexual gourmet."
"I guess you are," she said. "Did be ever try stabbing It up your asshole? That's what my husband is always trying to get me to do."
"Well," she said, "I would say that I have a tremendous ass. My last lover tried it and he loved it."
"Is there anything that you won't do?" Trudy asked frankly.
"Well, I guess there isn't much," she said. "I've had it with an animal, and I've had it with a woman. And, I've taken it every which way. You name it, I've done it."
"Aren't you ashamed of yourself at times?" her girlfriend asked.
Judy looked at her innocently, and then she let out a blast.
"What the hell are you talking about?" she demanded. "Haven't we gone beyond guilt?"
"Oh yes, yes," Trudy said nervously now.
Suddenly she realized that she had opened a can of worms and she didn't care to pursue that line of conversation further.
"Now, Trudy, tell me what you've been doing in Dullsville. Don't tell me you're still being loyal to that good for nothing husband Vince."
"You shouldn't speak of him like that," Trudy insisted.
"Because it happens to be the truth," she said.
"Yes," she admitted. "I suppose it is the truth. He is such a difficult, impossible person."
"I really feel sorry for you living with a man like that," she said.
"It isn't easy," she admitted.
Then she finally decided that she might as well admit she was having some fun swapping.
"Of course my life isn't completely dull had a few good times swapping."
"Oh, I just love to swap," Judy laughed. "I will never forget the time I went over to a friend's place. I was about to swap with this stud, when I got a look at his son coming in going up to his room. I begged his father for one chance at him. And you know what?" she giggled.
"Tell me," Trudy insisted. "I'm all ears."
"He let me fuck the son," she said.
"And he didn't get any for himself?" Trudy asked, not completely understanding how this could be.
"Of course the old cat did,"' she laughed. "He fucked me too.
"That put an idea in her mind. Perhaps, she thought to herself, she could get some man with a young teenager son. Then she could get some young cock as well as old.
"There's a marvelous thing about young men," she smiled.
"Yes, Trudy," Judy nodded. "Tell me, have you had any young cock lately?"
"I did," she said gleefully. "He was the gardener. Oh, excellent."
"Good for you, honey," she said.
"Well I must hurry along now, honey," Trudy told her, "I've got so much to do."
"Why is life always busy-busy?" she demanded.
"That's a good question and I don't have the answer," her girlfriend smiled, as she hugged and kissed her goodbye.
Once she was driving on the freeway, Trudy began thinking. Who was there that she might meet who would have a young son that she would enjoy having sex with? She went over and over it in her mind, and finally she thought of some. one. There was Clair and Mark Conroy. Their young son, Jerry, had just won some prizes for swimming. How exciting it would be, she thought to herself, to seduce Jerry Conroy. Of course it would be a dangerous thing and her husband would die if he ever got wind of what she had in mind.
She had to think of some way that she could approach the subject that would get her husband going for it. She knew that he had a fondness for Clair, and she decided, the wisest thing to do would be to mention things about Clair that would turn her husband on.
That evening when Vince came home, she began suggesting, "Why don't we try to get together with Clair and Mark Conroy?"
"Have you got the hots for Mark Conroy now?" he asked sarcastically.
"Well I thought it might be fun to have another swap meet," she said.
"Now look, baby," he told her, "I'm not going over and ask Mark Conroy if my wife can fuck him. I'm sorry I'm not pimping for you."
"I didn't ask you to pimp," she said. "It's a swap, an exchange. That's different."
"Maybe it is in your book baby," he told her, "but it's not different in my book. I'm not interested."
"Now come on, dear," she said, "we could just do it this way. We could suggest that we all go over there for swimming and I'll fix the food and take it over."
"You are too much," he said. "You're going to pester me and pester me till you get your way."
"Well I wish you'd do that for me," she smiled.
"Alright," he told her. "I'll tell him."
He called up his friend Mark, and suggested they get together for a Saturday night buffet. He said that his wife wanted a little socialization.
Mark listened to what he had to say and replied quickly. "Well your wife deserves some socialization," he said. "Trudy is a great gal, she has a lot of zest."
"I know," Vince Roberts said. "Lots of zing."
"Zowle?' Mark. Conroy chuckled. "Yeah, we would love it. Just a minute. Let me ask Clair."
Covering the phone with his hand, he asked Clair, "How would it be to have Vince and Trudy Roberts over next Saturday night? Vince is suggesting that they come over, and Trudy wants to bring some food. We could all get together and have, a good time."
"Well I'm not too fond of that wife of his," Clair said. "She's always had eyes for you."
"That's a lot of baloney," he shot back.
"No," she shook her head solemnly. "I think know when another woman is after the man love."
"Thanks for the admiration, baby, but your observation is not accurate."
Mark returned to Vince.
"Well, sure, Vince," he said. "Clair thinks it's a great idea. Then we can count on you next Saturday night around seven or so?"
"Beautiful," Vince replied. "I'm sure we'll have ball."
"I'm sure," his friend said as he hung up. Trudy did her best to fix some marvelous food for their orgy dinner.
"All this bother," he said, "because we're going to have a swap meet. You never fix up food like this around the house anymore."
"Why should I?" Trudy said, "look how you've treated me lately. I know that you are carrying on. And you still won't admit it."
"What difference does it make now? he asked her.
"Plenty," she said.
"Well you want to carry on, don't your he shot back at her.
"Sure I do," she said, "but I don't do it on the sly. I come out and let you know what I want. Then, it's all on the up and up."
"Does doing it openly make it any, more moral?" he smiled.
"I think so," she said.
When they got over to Clair and Mark Conroy's house, Clair was all dressed up and looked as if she was deliberately trying to turn on Vince Roberts.
"Well, well, Vince," Clair said, "I haven't seen you in a long time."
"Hi there, Trudy," Mark smiled.
"Oh look at all that good food you brought, Trudy," Clair observed.
"Oh, just a few things I whipped up, honey," she said.
Soon they were involved in eating a delicious dinner. After the dinner, Clair got to talking about what was happening to youth morals.
"You know I feel terrible about my son Jerry," she confided.
"Oh, what about him?" Trudy asked eagerly, dying to know anything that she could about him.
"Well," she said, "he has been carrying on at school with practically all of the girls."
"That's terrible," Trudy said. "Can't you stop him?"
"It isn't easy, dear," she said.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I mean this," Clair said frankly. "The girls at that school are putting out with all the boys. And of course Jerry has to follow suit. I wish one of them would rebel."
"That's funny," Trudy said. "A while back they were all rebelling against the morals. Now, they are all doing the same thing."
"Well you can't blame them," Mark said. "We didn't have much fun when we were young. I never got a chance to explore around much."
"Why should you?" Clair asked angrily.
"I think everybody has a right to a little sexual adventure," he said.
"Oh stop that, Mark," Clair said. "Before I listen to any more of this crap. The next thing I know you will, be asking if we can swap."
"Not a bad idea," Trudy said. "Mark, would you like to have sex with me?"
"Trudy Roberts," Clair said angrily.
She was looking at her husband steadily as he was glancing down at Trudy's large breasts.
"I wouldn't mind balling you, baby," Mark said, "not If Clair wouldn't care."
He turned back to look at Clair who was green with envy.
"Oh I wouldn't give a damn," she said, "if you feel the need of a fuck, go ahead and get her."
"Do I have something to say about this? Vince Roberts asked slyly.
"We should do something together," Clair said huskily.
"What a great Idea," Trudy said. "Now you two run along to a bedroom and enjoy yourselves."
That did it. She had gotten Clair so angry that Clair was willing to give up her husband for a night.
"Now Mark," Trudy said, "I'm not used to this sort of thing. You'll probably have to break me in."
Clair overheard what she was saying, and commented on that.
"Oh I think you'll do alright, honey," Clair said. "I'm sure you can teach him a few things."
When Trudy and Mark were alone, Mark confided, "You know I've been loyal to my wife all my life."
"You poor darling," she exclaimed, "how dull."
"I'm ashamed to admit it," he said, "it has been dull. You see, my wife Clair is a bit frigid."
"What do iron mean by frigid?" she asked.
"Well," he explained, "she will just fuck one way."
"How awful,"' she said. "You mean she doesn't have any sexual adventure in her?"
"No," he complained. "I tried to get her to go down on me time and again but she won't."
Reaching in his pants, she felt his, hard cock.
"Well you won't have to worry about getting me to go down on you," she said. "As a matter of fact, honey, I'd like to sixty-nine with you."
"Do you like to sixty-nine?" he asked eagerly.
"I just love to sixty-nine," she said. "It's great to feel that huge cock sliding into my mouth, and you will love sliding your tongue into my pussy. It's tremendous!"
"Well, baby," he said, "I'll do that. Sure, why not?"
Mark was peeling off his clothes and Trudy got out of hers swiftly. When he got a look at her naked body, he slapped her on the ass.
"You sure have a great shape," he commented.
"Well thank you," she told him.
Now, he was really eager to get in there.
"Come on, baby," he told her. "Let's get going."
They got on the bed and soon they were angling their bodies so Mark's cock was even with Trudy's mouth. She gripped his proud penis, and slipped her mouth over the head of it.
"Oh, that's super," he told her, "I really dig that."
The pleasure was becoming more and more exciting.
"Come on, baby doll," he said, "let me slide it all the way down."
As the rock hard cock slid down her throat, she felt his tongue slipping into her vagina.
"Oh that's beautiful," she panted. "That's just what I like, keep that going, baby, keep it going."
Harder and faster he jabbed it into her.
"Give it to me," he begged, "give it to me."
The pleasure was mounting every moment, and he enjoyed it more and more.
"Oh yes," he told her, "that's what I like."
Soon they were a couple of fucking animals as the hot tongue stabbed into her vagina, and her mouth grabbed his cock.
"Come on, fuck it," he panted, as he slid it down her throat all the way.
The pleasure built and built, as their bodies entwined around each other. She wrapped her legs around his neck and he enjoyed it more every moment.
"Keep that up," he begged, "keep that up, baby."
This intimate connection really got her going. As his hard tool slammed down her throat, she loved the insistent urgency of his tongue as it stabbed into her vagina. Quickly Mark was developing a rhythm with his penis thrusts. He had always wanted to jab his cock into a woman's mouth and feel it sliding down her throat. Yet, with his wife Clair making such a fuss about any unusual kinds of sex, he'd never gotten a chance.
Now he had it in spades. Grasping his asscheeks, Trudy Roberts held on to his cock with her mouth. Her lips fastened tightly around it, and she could hardly wait for the juice to explode. She wanted it all.
"Oh baby," he panted, "that's it. I'm almost there. Oh baby, you're going to get it too. Gobble it. Oh, ah, yes, yes, keep doing it."
Suddenly the hot sperm shot into her mouth. She gulped eagerly, swallowing a river of sperm. Every drop of the sperm tasted delicious to her.
Now she was ready to climax. And he could tell it. His tongue slid back into her pussy, and he went on slipping it around. Quickly be flashed it across her clitoris and then she juiced.
"Oh wow!" she panted, as she pulled her mouth off his penis. "That feels fantastic. Keep eating me, baby, lick it all up, lap it. Oh yes baby, wiggle your tongue around in there, that's how I like it. Come on, honey," she begged him, "that's the way I love it. Love Trudy, baby, oh yes, Trudy wants it."
She urged him on with such insistence that he could hardly believe It. It was a woman whose pussy was on fire and his tongue was flicking the fire out.
When he had finished eating her, he withdrew.
Then, the two of them lay there looking at each other's loins.
"Oh baby," he smiled, "you are beautiful."
"You don't know how good this has been to me," she said. "I need some enthusiasm."
"Well' doesn't Vince take care of your needs, baby?" he smiled, a bit puzzled and perplexed why she was so hot for his body.
"To be perfectly frank," she said, "Vince is impotent. Can't do a damned thing. It's rather disappointing, you can be sure. I've been used to plenty of action, and I haven't been getting it for years."
"Well why do you stay with him?" he asked frankly.
"For a very good reason," she said, "he pays the bills."
"Life has to be more than getting the bills paid," he said.
"Well," she said, "I'm not so young any more. So I figured that the best thing for me to do is just to put up with it."
"That's too bad," he said, "because there isn't any reason in the world why you should have to put up with this crap."
She glanced down at Mark's cock and quickly realized that he could have some more sex.
"Mark baby," she suggested something quickly, "how would you like to thrust that great big cock of yours into me? I would just love to wrap my legs around you."
"Baby," he said, "I'd love to thrust it to you. Turn over."
She lay there and spread her legs magnificently. Then reaching down she grabbed his penis and fit it into her pussy.
"Give it to me," she begged, "come on, give it to me."
He thrust it into her, and the pleasure accelerated as he kept it up.
"Fuck me," she cried passionately, "give it to me, Mark baby, give me all that cock."
Vigorously her vagina muscles worked around the sliding penis.
"Keep it up," he begged. "That's beautiful. Come on, baby, keep it going."
Faster and faster the fucking continued, and as her hot hands played with his asscheeks he got more turned on. When she finally slid her finger up his asshole, he could hardly stand it.
"Fuck me," he cried, "fuck. Oh, ah, yes baby, yes baby, I haven't had it like this in ages."
She brushed her breasts over his chest, and he got more and more excited.
"Oh sweetheart," he said, "I've been missing this juicy fucking."
His penis was well lubricated in her juices as she became more and more excited. Her legs began wrapping around him, and he loved the feeling of her hands grasping his ass.
"Fuck it," he cried passionately. "Fuck, fuck baby, fuck!"
She loved seeing him stimulated like this. His jaw hung slack and his mouth had a happy look.
"Kiss me," she cried passionately.
He pressed his mouth over hers, and then his tongue found hers. They Frenched like this while they fucked away.
"Keep it going," he begged. "That's what I want, keep fucking me. Faster, baby, faster. That's the way I like it. Give it to me."
The intense delight that they were enjoying now, increased with every cock stab. They went on like this like a couple of fucking animals. Her legs squeezed tightly on him now, as he thrust faster.
"That's it, darling," she told him, "all the way in there. Oh, ah, yes baby, yes baby!"
Her heart was pounding rapidly as "she realized what a fantastic fuck Mark was. And Mark loved the feel of, being wanted. He liked the idea of her vigorously working her vagina muscles around his sliding shaft. He loved her hot hands on his back, clawing at his asscheeks as he continued pounding it into her.
"Oh baby," he said, "I haven't fucked anybody like this since I was a teenager."
"We needed each other, Mark," she said, "it's a shame that you and I can't make it. Then, my impotent old husband could give his fucks to whoever he wanted to. Because they're not worth a tinker's damn."
"Forget him," he said, "focus on, me."
She smiled up at him and then she began kissing the side of his face. He loved that and be grabbed her head and kissed her passionately. His tongue pumped into her as his penis ploughed into her pussy.
"Fuck it, baby," he told 'her, "fuck. Keep doing it, baby, keep fucking. Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's the way I like it. Fuck it baby, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Suddenly she juiced, and this triggered his cuming.
As he slid in her slippery juices, his penis exploded.
"Oh, I'm cuming," be cried, I'm cuming!"
As the juices flooded her pussy, she grasped him tightly.
"Kiss me," she begged. "Kiss me."
Their passionate kissing ended when young Jerry Conroy burst into the room.
"Hey, what's going on here?' he asked. "What's happening?"
His father was so embarrassed, he pulled out of her quickly. And then she was left alone.
"Well, well," Jerry laughed, "I guess Dad had a pretty good idea."
She looked at him and smiled.
"Want a little action, Jerry?" she said. "How'd you like a quickie blow job?"
"0h I'd like that fine," he said. "I'll just brush my ass over your breasts and sock it to you."
It didn't take Jerry long to get out of clothes, then he straddled her lowering his smoothly over her breasts.
"Come on, baby," she begged him, "and fuck."
She loved the feel of his naked body and the aroma of his loins. She thrilled to the touch of his giant sized shaft. Opening her mouth, she eased it in slowly. All the time Jerry was slowly going up and down on her bosoms with his buttocks.
"Oh keep it up," he told her, "keep it up."
The pleasure was intense now as her lips fastened on the penis shaft.
"Eat me," he panted, "eat me."
The pleasure was enormous now, as she realized that the son was longer and harder than the father.
"Eat my meat," he begged, "that's what I want you to do. Gobble it!"
Opening her eyes, she watched the saliva-slickened shaft slipping in and out.
"Oh baby," he panted, "I love to bounce my balls oh your chin."
The hard cock slid in farther now, and he was driving it down her throat, savagely. Grabbing her head, he held her in place.
"Eat me," he panted, "get that sperm load. Go after the juice, now, baby, now!"
Pulling his cock from her throat, he let it lodge in her mouth, and then his juice exploded.
"Oh baby," he gasped excitedly, "I'm cuming. Grab it!"
When he said grab it, her lips fastened tighter on the head of the shaft and, she gobbled his cream. At the same time, she gripped his asscheeks, massaging them wildly, as she let her hands slip all over him.
"Massage my balls too" he said. "Maybe you'll get some more juice out of them."
Reaching around to play with his testicles, she massaged them roughly. Sure enough, that excited him. More juice was erupting out of the head of his shaft.
"Oh, that's it," he cried passionately. "Eat it. Gobble it. Oh baby, get it!"
As the hot juice surged into her mouth, she was thrilled.
"That's what I call a double shot," he told her.
She learned once more that sex with a younger man could be fantastic, and she was delighted that she had managed to get Jerry Conroy. She was glad that they had all had a few drinks except Jerry. He was cold sober and still enthusiastic about it all.
When she had finished gobbling his stuff, he slowly eased himself out of her. He looked at her and chuckled.
"The first time I've ever known Dad to bring a whore home," he said.
She got off the bed quickly.
"I'm no whore," she said. "We were having a little swap meet."
"You mean mom is having sex with somebody else?" he asked her.
"Yes," she said, a smile forming on her face. "Your mother is screwing my husband."
"And you mean you don't object?" he asked her.
"Why should, I?" she said. "It was a fair exchange. Just think, I not only got your father, but I got you in the bargain."
"Oh," he said, "and my mom and dad have been objecting to me balling chicks at school. That's a riot. You see, they're all a bunch of hypocrites."
"I know," she said. "Why don't you call me up? I'll tell you what. I'll give you my number. There isn't a reason in the world why we can't make it again."
"Not a bad idea," he said. "But don't mention it to my folks. Even though they obviously have their fun swinging sexually, they don't want me to get in on the action"
"Of course not," she said. "Older people are always like that. They don't want the younger people to do the very things that they have done."
"I know," he said. "Now you just give me your phone number and we'll get together."
She hastily scrawled out her phone number and then she warned him, "Better get dressed. We don't want to cause any more commotion. I'm sure your father knows what happened but your mother would have ten fits."
"I know," he said, as he slipped into his shorts.
Glancing down at her pussy, be said, "It will be fun to get together and teach you what I can do with my tongue."
"Are you a tongue man?" she winked.
"You bet I am," he said. "What do you think they teach us in high school these days?"
"Well, I was hoping they were giving you pussy lessons," she said. "That's so much more practical than a lot of other things they teach."
"That's the truth," he chuckled.
"I wish more women were like you," he told her. "You're so frank and honest."
"Why, thank you, love," she said, "I always try to level even when I'm not on the level."
"I, read you," he smiled.
She slipped into her clothes and hurried out of the bedroom. She met his father in the hallway and he begged her not to tell what bad happened.
"Don't worry," she assured him. "Your wife would kill, me. And I've got a lot of mileage yet, baby."
"Of course you mean sex mileage," he chuckled.
"Yes," she said. "That's right."
When she got back to her husband he looked at her with anger flaring in his eyes.
"What's wrong, Vince?" Trudy asked.
"Nothing,' he said suspiciously.
"Well don't be that way," she said. "I've just had a good time with Clair's marvelous husband."
"She's quite a lover," Mark complimented her.
"You see, there's a testimonial to my sexual ability,", she smiled.
"My son went up those stairs a little while ago." Clair said nervously.
"Why, I didn't notice him," she said quickly.
"I hope he didn't hear what was going on in that, bedroom," Clair said quickly.
"You don't have to worry about him at all," she said. "He probably went into another bedroom and was reading a book or something."
"Well, there was plenty of noise, coming from up here," Clair said angrily.
"Sorry," she said. "When you're passionately in love, you do hear a few noises now and then."
"You're kidding, of course, aren't you?" Clair said to her.
"Of course," she replied with a small laugh.
CHAPTER SIX
When they got home, Vince told her angrily "I think that we've had enough sex for a while."
"Now, dear," she said, "your jealousy is showing. It's your male ego that has been insulted."
"I have a few moral scruples," Trudy told him eagerly.
"Precious few," he said.
"Now dear," she said, "you are impossible. I have tried in every way I know how to make a happy home and all you've done is resent me. I'm sick and tired of your insinuations."
"They're not just insinuations," he told her, "I have a feeling that you might have wanted Jerry Conroy in bed with you."
"Now honey," she said, "that's absurd. And if I did have an affair with him, who would I hurt?"
"He thought about that a moment and was stunned. He couldn't answer.
"Well then I'm going to find me some young chick," he complained.
"Why not?" she said. "As long as the young chick has a husband that I can play with."
"That will be just bitching," he laid. "You and me always looking for other couples. Can't we be happy with each other?"
"That's what I used to wonder," she said quietly.
"Don't blame it all on me" he said.
"Oh I would never blame it all on you," she said.
He looked at her and again became angry at her.
"You are so difficult," he said.
"Well, don't think you are heaven to deal with," she said.
They went to bed and they slept at the far side of the bed.
The very next morning, when Vince went to work he made up his mind he was going to look for the youngest chick in the office that he could find. Then, he was going to make a real play for her.
He discovered a new girl when he went to work the next morning and he was delighted. She was a honey haired blonde, and she was wearing a short skirt. It really turned him en when be looked at her.
"Good morning, gorgeous," he smiled. "Let me introduce myself. I'm Vince Roberts."
"Hi Vince," the girl said, as if she was imitating Marilyn Monroe. "My name Is Cindy."
"I'm glad to meet you, Cindy," Vines smiled.
"Why don't we go together for coffee?"
"Oh that would be nice," she said.
"Good," he smiled.
When he walked out to coffee with her, eyes turned to follow them. Two or three people in the office had the idea he was going to put the make on her.
"Cindy," he said over coffee, "are you married?"
"I don't wear this ring as a decoy," she said.
"Isn't it big enough to blind you?"
"Well it is a nice ring," he said, "but I just didn't know what it stood for."
"Now you do," she smiled.
"Is your husband broad minded?' he asked her.
"What do you mean?" she asked coyly.
"Just this, beautiful blue eyes," he said, "I believe in sexual freedom after marriage."
"I don't think he would care for that," she said quickly. "Allan is a very jealous man."
"Well," he persisted, "Allan ought to be introduced to the fun of a swap meet."
"A swap meet?" she asked gingerly. "What's all that about?
"Well, haven't you heard?" he smiled at her, "that people are getting bored with just doing it with each other and they're having little parties?"
"Well no," she admitted coyly, "I haven't heard much about it. Tell me."
"I would be happy to," he assured her. "It's simply this, baby. People need to play. Staying home all the time can become dull."
"Well I haven't been married that long," she said. "I haven't found Allan dull at all."
"Oh Cindy," Vince said, snuggling up to her, "we could make such nice music together."
"You mean you want to fuck me?" she asked bluntly.
That made his jaw drop.
"My God, the way you talk."
"Does it shock you?" she asked smoothly. "It shouldn't. You men talk like that all the time about us, don't you?"
"Well, that's true," he admitted.
"Of course it's true," she said, "and it's so nice that you can admit it, even if it's under pressure."
"Cindy," he told her, "you've got the most gorgeous eyes."
"Are you looking at my eyes or are you looking at my bosoms?" she said, observing his eyes were flashing as they gazed at her cleavage.
"I'm sorry," he said. "You'll have to forgive me. I guess I'm just a horny old man who gets turned on when he sees a gorgeous young chick. The balls are still burning."
"That's nice," she said, "and I'm sure your wife appreciates your sexual feelings toward her."
"Why did you have to bring my wife up? He asked.
"Because," she said, "I should think she would be furious that you are such a playboy."
"Matter of fact," Vince confided, "Trudy loves playing around. She digs other men."
"Why, that's remarkable," Cindy told him. "I couldn't imagine any woman having a husband like you and wishing for anything else."
"Stop it," he said. "I'm getting a hard-on."
"Well there's nothing I can do about it," she said. "I'm married, and I don't play around."
It was becoming more and more disgusting to her, and finally she told him, "You know, honey, I think you are apeshit."
"What?" he said.
"Yes," she smiled smugly. "I think all of you cheap married people who cheat on each other like this are good for nothing. I'm perfectly happy with my husband, and he's perfectly happy with me. So, get lost and kiss off."
He got to his feet and he felt himself going numb.
"You'd better pay for the bill, honey," she reminded him.
"Oh, ah, yes, of course."
She strode out before him, and didn't look back. Now he was really burned up. It had hurt his ego so bad that he didn't even want to go back to work. However, he did. Yet he took off early, and he decided that he would do something he never done before. He figured that he would go to a little place called the Model Shop on the Boulevard. There he could photograph a gorgeous chick and wrestle in the nude with her if he wanted to. He wondered what it would be like.
"Who would you like to wrestle with?" the older woman asked him.
She put a display of photos out of the girls and let him take his pick.
"Here we have them," she said. "Take your pick."
"Well that little brunette number," he said, "looks good to me."
"That is Jan."
"Well let me wrestle with Jan," he said.
He paid the twenty dollar fee and the woman reminded him, "That's for an hour."
"Of course," be told her.
He went inside the small room that was allocated to him, and Jan was sitting there stark naked on the bed reading a newspaper and eating an apple.
"Hi Jan," he began. "I guess we're going to wrestle."
"Take off your clothes," she said casually, as she went on munching her apple.
"I hope you're not going to keep eating that apple while I wrestle with you," he said.
"No," she assured him. "When I finish eating the apple, I'll wash my face and brush my teeth. Then, I'll gargle. How's that?"
To himself he thought what a little bitch. But he didn't complain.
"That's great," he said evenly.
"The news sure is horrible these days," she said. "All these characters killing each other. I think it's dreadful."
"It is," he said.
"And you can't get any relief," Jan said. "If you turn on the television it's full of violence, yet, they let, a naked boob show go and they go wild. I suppose my pussy is obscene and, their murders aren't. So I always say the body is beautiful but killing people is ugly."
Going over to her, he stroked her breasts.
"Take off your clothes first," she insisted.
He began stripping and when he got down to his shorts she tossed her apple away, wadded up the newspaper and went over to the corner sink. She washed her face off, brushed her teeth and gargled with some mouthwash. Then she came back to the bed and smiled.
"Now we're going to wrestle each other," she said. "Hey, take your shorts off. That's not fair."
He pulled his shorts off and she saw his giant sized cock flip up.
"You look pretty horny, honey," she said. "Maybe you'll need more than a wrestling match."
"Can I have more?" he asked suggestively.
"Sure you can," she smiled, "but it will cost you."
"What's the price?" Vince asked evenly.
"It works like this, honey," she said, glancing down at a fingernail that was uneven. "I get ten dollars for a quickie blow job and fifteen dollars for a straight fuck. And twenty dollars for anything weirdo."
"I'll take a quickie blow job," he said. "I don't have too much time."
"Great," she said. "You pick the position."
"What do you mean?" he asked her.
"Well whatever position you want to get in," she explained.
"Alright," he told her, "I'd like to lie back, spread my legs baby, and watch you go down on me."
"Traditional," she said, nodding.
Vince lay back on the bed, spread his legs invitingly, and looked at her. When she saw his huge shaft there, she got so turned on she was trembling. However, what Vince didn't know that this was all a carefully studied act.
"Come on, baby," he said, "give me a good blow job."
She squeezed his penis and then slid her mouth over the head of it. He quivered with excitement as her mouth moved back and forth quickly.
"Keep it up," he told her, "yes baby, that's it, keep that going."
The super sensations that flooded through her now were driving her out of her mind.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "That is beautiful. Keep it going, baby, keep it going."
Harder and faster and hotter the pleasure continued.
"Oh yes," he told Jan, "that's what I like. Up and down, baby, work your fingers around the balls, keep that going."
The pleasure seemed as if it wouldn't stop.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's what I want. Keep it going."
Now her fingers were gingerly manipulating his testicles as her mouth moved rapidly.
"Keep that up," he said, "keep it going, baby."
She did her work effectively, and he got more and more turned on.
"Oh yes," he gasped excitedly, "that's what I like. Come on, baby, do it!"
He was going out of his mind with delight now, as he grabbed her head and held her there.
"Come on, baby" he told her, "that's beautiful. Keep that going baby."
The sensations that he enjoyed now were more delightful than anything he had ever enjoyed before.
"Oh honey," he told her, "you don't know how much. I'm enjoying this. Keep it going."
The sensational pleasure that he was deriving from her mouth job increased. He wanted to roll over and thrust it on top.
"Let me roll over, baby," he begged her. "I want to feel what it's like on top."
He rolled over and thrust his penis to her in persistent precision movements.
She gripped his asscheeks, and massaged them as he thrust. She played with his balls at the same time.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "That's what I like, yes baby, yes!"
The sensations that he was experiencing now were incredible indeed. He didn't want anything to interrupt.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, baby, that's the way to do it, ah yes!"
Finally, the hot penis exploded. It sent a jet stream of cock juice spraying into her mouth. She gobbled it up and swallowed it. Just like he liked it.
When he had finished doing this, be flipped for her.
"Was I good at it?" Jan asked innocently.
"You were professional," he said.
"Well I should hope so, honey," she told him.
"I've been doing this long enough."
"Well you're damned good at it too," he assured her.
Now she was eager for more money.
"I give a tremendous snapping pussy job too," she said. "You would enjoy it."
"Snapping pussy?' he asked Jan curiously.
"Sure honey," she said. "I've got my pussy muscles trained. When a guy pumps his penis into me, I know how to give him what he wants."
"Beautiful," he smiled. "I would dig it too."
Now he thrust his cock into her. And as the rock hard cock pumped into her she became more and more excited.
"Oh you're a real turn on," he told her.
"Thank you, love," she smiled.
The shaft moved swiftly into her vagina, and her vagina muscles gripped it tightly. Then, she began snapping it for him.
"Oh, keep that up," he told her, "I love that. Yes, baby, snap it. That's what I like. Do It."
The pleasure was increasing with every hot stab. And as he felt himself being massaged there, he flipped out of his mind with delight and pleasure.
"Oh yes," he told her, "I love that. Keep it up, baby."
She suggested that he squeeze her breasts while he fucked her fast. Reaching out, he gripped her breasts and squeezed them.
"Oh, that feels good," she told him. "I like it"
Indeed she did like it, and the pleasure increased every moment.
"Oh yes," he told her, "I dig that."
Pinching the nipples, got her more stimulated than ever.
"Fuck it," he told her, "fuck baby, fuck. Oh yes, grab my cock. Fuck, baby, fuck. Oh yes, grab my cock, baby."
Jan gripped his cock tightly and he became amazed at how much passion she could put into her sex. Her hands were all over him. She was reaching for his asscheeks, she was feeling his prostate, and tickling the back of his balls.
"Snap your pussy," he insisted. "Snap it, honey, snap it. Yes, that's what I like, now you're doing it. Oh wow!"
The super sensations went through her now and really turned her all the way for him.
"Oh fuck," she panted, "fuck, baby, fuck."
He knew that he couldn't take much more of this action. It was fantastic.
"Oh, sweetheart, I'm juicing," he panted. "Fuck, fuck faster."
She ground her hips around and got it all out of him.
When he finally withdrew from her, his hands were still massaging her breasts roughly.
"You play rough, tiger, don't you?' she asked.
"I sure do," he said. "I like wild women, and I like to fuck wild."
"You're untamed, lover," she said. "You probably have been faithful to one wife all of your life. And this is your first time out of the playpen."
"Wrong," he said. "You'd better never trade fucking for fortune telling, because baby you wouldn't make the grade."
"Now that would be fifteen dollars, plus ten. That's twenty-five more."
"And worth every cent of it," he assured her.
Still naked, he walked over to his pants which were hanging on a chair and picked up the wallet from them. He flipped out the bills and handed them to her with a five dollar tip.
"You are very generous," she complimented him.
"I've got a proposition to make to you," he said.
"How would it be if we had & swap meet?"
"Swap meet?' Jan asked. "What are you talking about?"
"Well I had an idea," he said, "that if I could take you home and fuck you, and have your husband fuck my wife, we could have a good swap meet."
"Business is business," she said, "and pussy is my business."
"Don't worry about it, baby," he said. "I want to pay for your pussy. But I want to buy something nice for my wife, like a big cock."
"Oh what a thoughtful present," she said. "But it happens I'm not married. Of course, I know a good young stud who is well hung who would enjoy getting a little extra money. You could always tell your wife that he is my husband. He would go along with that."
"Beautiful," he said. "When can you contact this stud?"
'Well I'd be happy to do it tonight," she said. "He works days and he fucks nights."
"He's got a good thing going, hasn't he?" he laughed.
"Wait till you see what a good thing he has going," she said. "He's this long."
She put her fingers up in the air, and judging from the space that she allowed, his cock would have to be tremendous.
"Nobody's that big," he chuckled.
"Ken is," she said. "And I know Ken would enjoy an assignment He charges twenty-five a night."
"And bow much would you charge?" he smiled.
"Well being a professional," she said, "I would have to get seventy-five."
"So that's a hundred dollars for the two of you," he said.
"No, love," she smiled. "Ken is fucking at bargain basement prices. After all, It's his second job. So be accepts twenty-five because he enjoys the sexual adventure."
"Beautiful," he said. "So for a hundred bucks you could take care of both of us."
"Yes," Jan said. "I'll give you my phone number. "It's against the rules and regulations, but dammit, this Madame here doesn't pay me too much."
"I guess she, is greedy," he told her.
"Well, there is her pay off too," she said. "So you can't completely blame her. But she is greedy as hell. Aren't all Madame's?"
"I don't know," he told her, "but I suppose you are right I'm sure they're not in the business for their health."
"Precisely," she said.
Now the Madame was standing in the door.
"Time's up," she said.
"Coming, Mother," he said.
He got out of there and now he had it all set up. When he got home that night, he suggested to his wife a marvelous scheme.
"You want a young stud," he told her, "and I can get you one."
"Oh that's groovy," she said. "Who?"
"Well," he smiled, "a lovely couple. The all American wholesome type. Jan, and her ever adoring husband, Allan."
"Where on earth did you meet them?" she asked.
"Well," he explained, "she is in an office downstairs."
"You are really on the ball," his wife complimented him. "I hope her husband is good. Of course, I suppose you were making passes at this gorgeous little chick and suggested slyly that we could swap."
"How did you know?' he asked his wife.
"I know you like a book," she said, "and I hope that you realize how much I appreciate this. Now I think it's fair when you want to go out and have sex on the aide, you're thinking of your wife. I'm liberated."
He looked at her and laughed.
"Yes," he told her, "you're liberated at last."
She had a good meal fixed for him and he appreciated the fact.
"I'm getting better treatment now," he told her with, a laugh, "and I suppose it's because I'm letting other men invade my wife's pussy."
"Dear," she said, "you always were so crude."
"That's not crude," he told her, "that's simply a fact. This is what you want. I know it, and you know it. Can't you admit it's the truth?"
"Well not very easily, honey," she laughed. "Truth has always been hard to take."
"I know that, love," he said.
She was eager for action.
"Now when do we get together?" she asked eagerly.
"Well I haven't gone over that yet," he admitted.
"Well you must, dear," she said. "You don't want these things to hang fire. They can burn up."
"I'll tend to that fire in your pussy tomorrow," he winked at her.
"Yes," she said, "and check those big balls out and make sure they're loaded. You know if it's anything I can't stand it's an impotent man."
He gave her a withering glance, and he felt like giving her a sock in the jaw but he knew if he delivered a left hook to her jaw she would probably give him some karate action.
"I think I'll take up karate, honey," he smiled.
"Good idea," she said. "You could probably use some karate."
"Those chops that you know are really something."
Just then the doorbell rang.
He went to answer the door, and there stood his mother-in-law.
"Well," he said, "Rosemary how nice to see you."
Rosemary grimaced.
"Where's my daughter?" she demanded. "I haven't heard from her in ages."
"Honey," he called out, "what a happy surprise. Your mother is here."
"Mom," she said dramatically, running to her.
"Well, I'll leave you two girls alone," Vince said eagerly, trying to get off the scene.
"Don't run off because of me," Rosemary said quickly. "I've given up all talk of divorce. Apparently my little baby Trudy loves the way you live."
"Mom," Trudy objected, "don't talk about that."
"Go ahead, Rosemary," he said, "tell me what your sweet little thing has been saying to you."
"Well she never said anything except that you were stepping out on her all the time."
"Yeah," he chuckled, "but now she's stepping out on me."
"Trudy." her mother said, "is this true?"
"Yes, Mom," Trudy said. "You see, Vince and I belong to a little swing and swap group."
"I've heard about those things," she said. "They have them back where we live. It's called suburban swapping."
"Yes," Vince smiled. "Have you ever had swapping fun?"
"I refuse to answer that question," she said angrily.
"No doubt on grounds it might incriminate you," he chuckled.
"Trudy," her mother said, "why don't you come home? Daddy and I have missed you terribly. And I think this marriage frankly was a big mistake, and I'm not being a hypocrite, Vince, I'm just saying it like it is. I think some men are born to be alone. And you are a loner. You should never expect a woman to cater to you."
"No woman ever catered to me," he said. "As far as I'm concerned, they are all impossible."
"I'll overlook that," Rosemary said, "because you're saying this in the heat of passion. But, being cool and clear headed about it, I think that it would be best if you two at least separated."
"Mom," Trudy said, "don't you tell me how to run my life."
"You know would never do that, dear," her mother said quickly. "It's just that I want what's best for you, and Vince too, of course."
"Of course," Vince smiled.
As she went on managing her life Trudy was getting angry.
"I'm going to go for a walk, honey," he said, "and when you and your mother have finished carving me up, I'll come back and look at the pieces."
"Why Vince," Rosemary smiled, "you know I'd never say anything behind your back that I wouldn't say to your face."
"Is that so?' he asked.
"Yes dear," she said, "that's so. And right to your face I'll call you a son of a bitch."
"You old battleaxe," he said, "how dare you talk to me that way?"
"Now don't get rough," Rosemary said. "I've been studying karate."
"You too?" he said.
"Yes," she said. "A woman has to have a little karate knowledge to protect herself these days. Apparently these horrible young people are after women of all ages. In my block, they raped two women who were eighty-five. And I'm only in my fifties. It's really dangerous when you're alone."
"Yeah," he said. "Good luck."
"So long, dear," Rosemary said.
When he was gone, Rosemary threw her arms around her daughter and made a passionate plea for her to return home.
"Sweetheart, Daddy and I have been worried about you. We know that this Vince is a monster. He represents everything that's wrong with a man, and the only thing you can do is to make a clean breast of it."
"Mom," Trudy told her, "I really don't mind him. He gives me a good life, and that's what counts. He does pay the bills."
"Materialism," Rosemary stammered, "that's what holds you here. It isn't that you give a damn about him really. Can't you see if you would free yourself of the bonds that you're bound in, you might have another chance for marriage. You've still got a good shape, and I'm sure you could find someone."
"Oh I could find plenty of men, Mom," she said, "but I like Vince, even if he is impotent, because he is spending all of his time with a mistress, and picking up with chicks all over the place, I love him."
"Oh, stop that," she said. "You remind me of that old Fanny Bryce record My Man."
"Yes," she said, "and that's the way I feel. Even though he isn't any damned good, I love him. And when he beats me I give him some karate chops."
"Well that's more than Fanny Bryce did in that song," her mother said.
"Well they should rewrite it," she laughed.
As they continued talking, Rosemary made quick suggestion.
"Do you remember Craig?" her mother asked.
"How much he thought of you?"
"Well, Craig is married, Mom," she reminded her.
"Was, dear," her mother said. "He's divorced now. He's foot loose and fancy free. He came over one night and asked how you were. I told him you were simply miserable and that you'd gotten into a dreadful situation, with a lecherous man who mistreated you. And you know what he wanted to do?"
"I have no idea," Trudy said, shaking her head in disgust at her mother bringing up Craig as a possibility of marriage.
"He wanted to come right out here on an airplane, and steal you away from this terrible situation and bring you back home to a decent life. Out here people don't live like they do back there. We are a little more conservative."
"They're doing the same damned thing back there, Mom," she said. "And for your information, I don't mind swapping. I've been caged in for so long, that it really makes me happy to have a chance to have a little action."
"Don't tell me that he has ruined you, dear," she said. "Judging from the way you're talking, I'm frankly worried."
"Well worry about yourself, Mom," she said, "because for the first time in my life I'm happy."
"Happy in sin?" her mother said. "Can't you see what sinners you both are?"
"I don't look at it that way," she said.
"Well I'm not being a religious fanatic," she said. "But it's perfectly obvious to me you're going to get into trouble. A lot of these terrible men are diseased. And, they're carrying these diseases. They've had so many shots, that they don't work anymore. Can't you see, darling, what a big mistake you're making?"
"You are making a big mistake coming here and trying to get me home," she said.
"No dear," her mother said. "You are the one who is making the mistake, and you. are going to be sorry."
"I'll never be sorry," she insisted.
"Your room is waiting for you, dear," she said.
"Mom," Trudy blasted, "why the hell don't you just get out of here and let Vince and me live our lives ourselves? Maybe that's what's wrong with me. Maybe I've been trying to dominate him."
"Nobody could ever dominate him," she said, "goodness knows I've tried long enough."
"That's just it," she told her Mom. "You and Dad both tried to dominate Vince. You tried to set him up in business and tell him what to do. It's never worked, and it never will. Vince is a free man."
"He's also impotent, from what you told me in your letters."
"Well," she admitted, "I don't know whether it is impotency or not, because I think he's playing around with another woman. I think when he comes home it's just exhaustion."
"That's worse," she said. "One could forgive impotency, but infidelity one could never forgive."
"Oh Mom," she said, "you're such a vindictive bitch."
"Satan is speaking to you," she said. "And I am about to leave."
"Don't let me stop you," she said.
"Gratitude," her mother smiled smugly, "this is gratitude. After all your father and I have done for you to give you a decent life, look how you turn on me now. I've only come here to help. Taken my time, from the bridge club, from the various charities that I'm involved with, coming here and asking you to wise up."
"Well don't ask me to do anything," she said quickly.
It was becoming evident to her, that there was no reasoning with her mother. So she thought she would put it on the line bluntly.
"Would you like to hear about one of our little swap sessions, Mom?" her eyes glittered as she continued torturing her mother.
"I will put my hands over my ears if you begin telling me about that crap," she said.
"Well honey, you just put those ear plugs in, because here goes. The first big affair we had was with Clair and Mark Conroy. Or were they the second people?"
"Stop it," her mother insisted.
"No, I shant," she said. "I want you to listen. Clair is a darling. And Mark is even nicer. Of course I didn't care to have a thing to do with Clair because I don't go the les route. But Mark was marvelous. And you know what was even better?" she asked.
With her hands still over her ears, her mother shook her head as If interested.
"His son," she said. "Jerry Conroy. You have never seen such a fucker. He really gave me some action. Action like my Daddy never gave you, honey."
"You bitch," her mother snapped.
"You see, Mom," she laughed, "you're human. And then there was this marvelous arrangement that my adorable husband Vince has been working on. It's a nice man named Allan and his adorable wife Jan. They're a couple of swingers too. That means they like to have other playmates on the weekends. I'm looking forward to this. I don't know anything about them, of course, but he does like to fuck. And isn't that the only thing that's important where sex is concerned?"
"I'm leaving," Rosemary said angrily.
"Why Mom," she said. "why are you uptight?"
"Because," she said, "your life. Is about the most revolting thing I've ever heard."
"Why don't you tell Daddy?" she asked. "Maybe he would then confide a few things to you. Maybe he would tell you about that secretary he used to play around with. You know, that cute little brunette named Lucy."
"Your father never played around with any other woman," she said nervously. "I gave him plenty of love at home."
"Yes," she laughed, "you gave him love but you slipped up on sex. You never did care for sex because you are a frigid woman, and that's why Dad had to play around."
"Why you horrid girl," her mother said. "I want to tell you something. I disown you. I'm not sure that you were my natural daughter. They do make mistakes, in the baby wards, you know."
"So long, Mom," she said. "Or are you my Mom? You are so different, dear, I can hardly believe that you are my Mom. Anyway, why don't you go mind your own business? I get sick and tired of you sticking your nose in our business. Vince and I have a good life, and if we want to play this way, that's the way we want it."
"Goodbye," her mother said, "and don't think you'll ever be bothered with another one of my calls. I've paid a lot of money to come out here and I regret every penny of the reduced fare."
"So long, Mom," she laughed, as she saw her walk out the door.
"When she opened the door, Vince came back from his walk.
"Leaving so soon?" Vince smiled smugly.
"I should say I am," Rosemary said. "And I won't be back again. Ever."
"That's good news," Vince smiled, as he walked in and wrapped his arms around his wife.
"Oh Trudy baby," he smiled, "that was a beautiful performance, I'm so glad you put the old gal in her place. I'm tired of her coming in here and telling us what to do."
Trudy sort of melted in her husband's arms, and when he felt her acting like a woman to his caresses, his penis hardened.
"Why, honey," she said, "I do think you're getting a hard-on."
"You bet your ass I am," he said. "I would love to fuck you and fuck you good."
"Why not?" she said. "That's what our sex organs are for."
Laughing together, they went into the bedroom.
CHAPTER SEVEN
As they walked into the bedroom, Trudy couldn't help but observing that Vince's cock was rigid and ready.
"You know, baby," she said, "maybe I have done the wrong thing by going to all of those women's lib meetings. Perhaps I tried to emasculate you."
"I really didn't care If you went to some of the meetings," he assured her. "I think that a women should get as much money as a man for the same work. What I didn't dig, honey, was your karate chops."
"Alright," she said, "I promise not to use any more of my karate knowledge on you. However, I have to guard myself from rapists and attackers."
"Well, I never said I didn't want you to protect yourself, baby," he assured her.
As he looked into his wife's eyes, he became more intensely fond of her.
"You know, baby," he smiled, "there is something so beautiful, so wonderful about you that every time I look at you I really do turn on. But this crap about dominating me, has to stop."
"It's over, love," she said, reaching down and massaging his cock through his pants.
"Why don't you unzip me?" he grinned.
"Love to," Trudy agreed.
Not only did she unzip her husband, but she pulled his penis out of his fly. Then, dropping to her knees, she pulled it to her mouth. Letting her tongue lave the head of it, she noticed he became more and more intensely excited.
"Oh, wow!" he panted. "Is that ever fantastic."
The pleasure was building now, and. he could hardly resist it any longer.
"Oh baby," he told her, "you really are a knockout."
"Thank you, love," she said.
They were becoming more and more excited every second now, as her tongue was working over the surface of his cock.
Reaching in, she pulled out his balls.
"That's it, honey," he told her, "let it all hang out."
It was all hanging out now, and she was licking his balls one moment and pulling them into her mouth eagerly the next.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "Do I ever love that, come on, honey, give."
She let her tongue swiftly lick along the length of his penis. She made it a point to lick the sensitive glands portion of the penis. Now her mouth slipped over the head of it smoothly and she hung on for dear life. Reaching down, he guided Trudy's head as he stabbed away.
"That's what a man likes," he told her. "Worship it. It's the fountain of life, baby, worship it."
Vince was feeling his oats, and his wife was feeling adoration for him. Now they could communicate. They were man and woman, and no amount of psychological crap was holding them apart. She was playing her part instinctively, and he was playing his part instinctively, and they were enjoying it.
"Come on, baby," he gasped excitedly, "that's the way to do it. Love it, lick it, lave it."
He rammed it down her throat and furiously fucked her. She loved the pumping penis and enjoyed watching. She could see his pubic hair, his balls, and his slick shaft.
"Oh baby," he told her, "nibble It. That's it, honey, finger the nuts."
She played with his testicles, and worked her mouth over the head of it swiftly.
"Oh sweetheart," he told her, "am I ever going to cream in a minute or two."
The momentum was building and so was the pleasure.
"I can't stand it," he gasped excitedly, "It's too much, baby. Keep it going, faster, honey, faster. That's the way I like it. Oh, I love it!"
The sensations were building to the bursting point. Suddenly she felt him juicing. As the cream surged down her throat, she gulped.
"Oh, wow!" he panted. "That's it. Eat it, eat it."
Gladly she gulped his penis juice. When he had finished creaming, she slid smoothly off him. Rising to her feet, her face was aglow with happiness and pride. She fulfilled her wifely duty, and given him the kicks that made his balls tingle.
"Baby," he smiled, "I really. appreciate you now."
"But your cock won't go down," she said.
"Don't knock it," he said, "I waited for this to come up with you for a long time this way."
"Honey," she said grabbing it and squeezing it, "let's go back to bed."
Pulling back the bedclothes quickly, she slid out of her clothes. She waited a sensuous moment before she slipped her panties off and teased him by toying with the elastic waistband.
"Get those damned panties off, baby," he said. "I want to get my cock into there."
He was stripped now, and he straddled her. She didn't pull his penis into her, she let him slide smoothly in.
"Man on top," he smiled. "This is the way I like it."
He thrust it into her fiercely, and as he savagely fucked her pussy, she reached around to grip his asscheeks. She played with his prostate, touched the back of his balls, and grabbed tightly.
"Fuck it," he told her, "fuck, baby, fuck. Now you're doing it. Oh, ah, yes, yes baby, that's the way, oh, all the way."
The sensations were building every moment now, and he could hardly stand it.
"Come on, baby," she begged, "give it to me!"
The super sensations that were surging through him now were climaxing in more sperm shooting. The sensational excitement that they were enjoying now had brought them to the brink.
"Oh, wow!" he panted. "This is too much. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes, baby, that's the way I like it."
The sensations that were surging through her now caused her to shake her breasts across his chest. He loved the sensation of her breasts brushing against his chest.
"You've got nice bosoms, baby," he smiled.
"I'm glad you appreciate them, love," she said, grinding her hips around.
"I appreciate tight pussy too," he said, "and you've got the best pussy in town."
"You see," she laughed, "you didn't realize you had it all here."
"Oh, fuck," he panted. "Fuck, baby, fuck it. Yes, baby, come on."
As the cock stabbed away, she became more and more intensely excited. She wrapped her legs around him, and that pleased him no end.
"Oh, I dig that," he told her. "Who taught you to squeeze with your thighs?"
"It comes naturally when you're in love with a man," she sighed. "Nobody taught me. It's just that I'm so fond of you, Vince, I turn on."
"Fuck, baby, fuck."
As they fucked away, she became more and more stimulated.
"Oh wow!" she panted. "I can't stand it. This is too much, baby."
His rock hard cock exploded in her pussy. She twisted her hips around, accelerating the pace.
"Oh, I made it," he said.
And as he creamed, she came gushing. His penis was well lubricated now, as he continued thrusting still hard.
"You got a wonder cock," she told him. "You stayed hard every minute."
"Sure baby," he panted, "I don't go down unless something is bothering me."
"I guess your psyche is all cleared up now," she smiled, as she gripped his asscheeks and kneaded them playfully.
When he finally slipped out Of her with the cum dripping all over her, she laughed.
"Sorry about all that dripping he told her frankly.
"I'm happy about it," she said. "I've been waiting for a lot of juice to spurt out of that big thing of yours."
He laughed.
"Well you won't have to wait much more, baby," he told her.
As they went into the bathroom and began bathing in the tub, she put in some bubble bath.
"Now why did you do that he complained.
"To make us both smell good," she laughed.
She got into the big tub with him, and began fingering his balls.
"Now don't try to get any more action tonight," he said. "I still have to go to work."
"I'll remember that, love," she assured him.
As they talked together, they began wondering aloud whether or not they should have the affair with Jan and Allan.
"Why, of course, love," she said. "I think it helps our marriage if we have sex on the side."
"You are the most remarkable woman," he said, "I have never seen a woman like you."
"Well you never will, dear," she said. "They made me and threw away the copy."
That night as they slept their arms were wrapped around each other. For they were happy to find each other this way.
"Honey," she told him the next morning, "have a good day. I'm going to fix you breakfast."
For the first time in ages she got up and fixed her husband breakfast He was delighted to get some attention.
"Now take care," she said. "Keep your eyes open for any good looking couples."
He contacted Jan again, and made an appointment to get together with Jan and Allan. They thought it would be good to get together Friday night, as Jan said Saturday was such a busy evening she wouldn't dare take time off for it.
"I'm sure my wife will approve of that," he said.
"You've got a wonderful wife," she said, "to be that broadminded. Some of the wives are stupid jealous."
"We have our own lifestyle," he told her, "and swapping fits into our lifestyle perfectly."
When he got home that evening he told his wife that on Friday night they would have their little swap session.
"How marvelous," she said. "I can hardly wait. What does Allan look like?"
He didn't know and he had to tell her that he had only contacted Jan.
"Have you been having sex with her long?" she asked quietly.
"No," he lied, "I never fucked her once. I just looked at her with a mind to getting together for both of us. I figured you deserve a little fun too."
"Now you're talking," she said, "what's good for the goose is good for the gander."
"Right on," he smiled.
He was happy and so was she. Even if it was an arrangement others could never understand, it made no difference to them. They were living for each other and that was what mattered.
Friday evening came and Jan and her supposed husband appeared. Allan was a smooth skinned Mexican man, and Jan was much more attractive than she had counted on.
"Trudy," he introduced her, "meet Jan. and her husband Allan."
"Pleased to meet you," Allan smiled, as he flashed a knowing grin.
"And I'm pleased to meet you," she assured him.
It didn't take long for the couples to start to drinking, and on the third round of drinks, Trudy suggested, "We rally shouldn't be wearing all of these clothes. It's so uncomfortable."
"That's what I always say," Jan said. "Around the house Allan and I parade nude most of 'the time."
"Well then you have no children," she said, "so I guess you can get by with it".
"And I don't want any children," Allan said. "I just want to play around."
"He's quite a playmate," Jan chuckled. "We're happy together. It's our own arrangement."
"Would you like to take your clothes off now?" Allan said looking at Trudy hotly.
"I guess I might as well," she said, "as long as everyone else is going to follow suit and strip."
"I'm game," her husband Vince smiled.
Trudy began stripping. And as she did so, Allan started undressing. She looked at him as he removed his shirt, exposing his broad shoulders and chest.
"You've got a neat body," she told him. "I do a lot of swimming," he said. When she had pulled off her bra and let, her large bosoms be exposed to his view, he licked his lips.
"I take it that means you like them," Trudy grinned.
"That was a very sharp deduction," Vines said sarcastically.
She knew that Vince was becoming a little annoyed at what a handsome stud she had gotten in the deal. She was delighted and felt confident that he never would have agreed if he had seen what a good looking man Allan was. He was a vain man himself, and didn't care too much for competition.
"Vince honey," she said, "maybe you should take up swimming."
"Yeah," he said, "I'm sorry if my shape doesn't please you, wife."
"Oh," she said, "you have a marvelous body. It just needs a little exercise now and then."
"I do my jogging," he reminded her.
"Yes," she said, "after a holiday dinner you jog around the block. But honey, it takes more than that to get the body in shape."
"That's true," Allan said, as he pulled off his pants, revealing good calves and thigh development.
"I can see that you have marvelous legs," Trudy said.
He glanced over to her panties, and her crotch was moistening. That excited him.
"If you don't mind my saying so, Mrs. Roberts," he said, "you've got a beautiful body. I can see it with my x-ray vision."
Now she was eager for action. And so was he.
"Come on, baby," he told her, "let's have some fun."
"The pleasure was mounting every minute. And the two of them were getting hotter and hotter for action.
"Oh baby," he told her," you look good enough to eat."
At this point, Jan thought it best that they break up. She could see that Vince was getting jealous, and she worried about getting her money out of the deal.
"Vince, lover," she said, pulling him by the penis, "let's go to your bedroom."
"We'll take the guest bedroom, love," Trudy smiled, as she did the same thing, reaching for Allan's cock. The two women pulled their lovers by their cocks to the bedrooms. Then, Trudy told him, "Honey," she smiled, 'I give a marvelous massage. I believe in using the fingertips to press on the nerves."
"You've got a lot of nerve," he laughed, "with your husband in the next room you're not afraid to fuck with me."
"Well, your wife is fucking with my husband," she reminded him. He knew he didn't dare let on what the truth was about his relationship to Jan and the fact that he was a hired stud man.
"That's right," he said. "I got so caned away with your gorgeous body, baby, I forgot all about the deal."
"Oh, you mustn't forget those things," she told him.
He was becoming more and more excited every moment.
"You know, baby," he told her, "we can really make sweet music together. I like women who want to love every thing on me."
"I love everything on you, sweetheart," she said. "Just lie on your stomach and let me give you one of my super massages."
"It sounds great," he agreed.
Stretching out on the bed, he watched her as she poured oil into her hands and began massaging his back. Her hands wandered down quickly to his buttocks. She kneaded them, and massaged them vigorously.
"Oh, does that ever feel good," he told her. "I really dig that."
The pleasure was building in momentum every second now.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "Keep doing that, honey. That's the way I like it. Let your hand slip down between the crack in my ass. Keep that up."
Trudy kept her hand action going on his asscheeks. He loved it. Then, she nimbly massaged some of the oil into her breasts. Bending over, she brushed her breasts lightly over his ass.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "Does that ever feel sensational."
The pleasure was, mounting every moment, and he could hardly stand it at this point.
"Come on, baby," he said, "do me."
He loved the feel of her breasts brushing down there, and then her tongue started sweeping over his asscheeks.
"Oh keep that up, Trudy," Allan told her. "That's what I like. Come on, Trudy."
Trudy enjoyed him as be was so enthusiastic over her lovemaking. Little did she realize the power of the money that her husband was paying was involved with this enthusiasm. If she had known that it was not a spontaneous reaction, she wouldn't have gotten quite as excited. However, what began as an act turned into the real thing. For he was getting kicks like he had never gotten before.
"Oh, keep that up," he told her. "That's what I need."
The pleasure was mounting every moment, and he thought he would flip out of his mind.
"Oh yes," he sighed excitedly, "I love that. Run your hands over my body."
She let her hands sweep oven his back, and reached down to his thighs as her tongue licked his asscheeks. Then he knew he had to flip over and slip to her.
"Now, baby," he panted, "now. Give it to me."
He flipped over and she made a grab for his shaft. Squeezing, she moved down over it. As she did so, he gripped her head and guided it into her.
"Oh wow!" Allan panted, as he stabbed his cock into Trudy's mouth.
"Keep that up," he insisted. "Come on, baby, do me!"
The sensations that he was enjoying now were truly incredible.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes baby, that's the way I want it. Do it!"
He loved it, swinging his ass this way and that, and she had to reach out and grip his asscheeks and hold him in place as be was wiggling about the bed too much. It was a little difficult as her hands were slippery with the oil.
"Oh baby," he panted, "that's what I like. Now you're doing me."
Every moment became more intensely exciting. And as the two of them, went at it in the intimate connection, little did they realize what fun Jan was having with her husband. For Jan had decided that she was going to slip her legs around Vince's legs and give him a straddle fuck.
Grabbing his rock hard cock she had slammed her pussy down over it. And while she gyrated her hips this way and that, her breasts bounced about. Watching her jiggling breasts, really got to him. For Vince was a bosoms man. Reaching out, he gripped her breasts and fingered the nipples. He was more excited every moment.
"Keep it up," he told her. "That's it, I love it."
Both of them were going to town now, and as their bodies began sweating, they slapped against each other with accelerating intensity.
"Come on, baby," he begged her, "that's what want. Do it, baby, do it!"
The hot sensations that streamed through his body at this point, made him proud. He ploughed into her, with hard swift thrusts. She gripped it tightly in her vagina, and looked at him. All the time he was doing it to her, however, he felt guilty. For he knew that in another room, his wife was carrying on with another man. This fact distracted some of the pleasure, as he figured it was rather absurd to be giving up such a gorgeous piece of ass in exchange for Jan's.
Not that Jan wasn't good at what she was doing, for she was a, remarkable girl, sexually speaking. Nevertheless he realized that she had lots of sex mileage, and this bothered him. He preferred having his wife in more ways than one. He knew that his wife was trustworthy. He knew that his wife would be loyal to him. That was before he had played around. However when she got wind of the fact that he was constantly having sex with other women, she became impossible.
"Oh what a beautiful body you've got, baby," he told her "You are too much."
He complimented her, and then be found himself shooting.
"Oh, that's the fountain of youth, shooting off," she panted, as she juiced on target.
She was proud of her ability to come at the same time as her clients came. This always gave her plenty of pulsating excitement for her lovers. They dug her.
"You like that, huh?" he told her.
"You bet I do," she said. "This is super."
There was never a doubt in his mind, about the pleasure that they could have together.
"Honey," he smiled at her, "you really know how to give a man a good time."
"Why, thank you, Vince," she smiled, as she slid off him.
"Let's have a champagne break," she said you have any champagne in the house?"
"Sure, honey," he told her, "what are we celebrating?"
"You going back to your wife," she giggled.
"What do you mean?" Vince countered quickly.
"Well I could tell by the way you were doing it to me, honey," she explained, "that your heart wasn't in it. You were thinking of her."
"How could you till that?" he demanded.
"It isn't difficult," she told him. "After you've bad as much experience as I have, I can tell."
"You're a remarkable woman," he told her, "because you hit it right on the head. That's what I plan to do. My wife and I have been on the outs for too long. Now, we are coming back together."
"And I know what brought you back together," she laughed.
"Tell me," he said.
"All this swapping," she said.
"That is indeed remarkable," be said.
"Not at all," she continued, "because once you play around you find out what the truth is and the truth is that all you need is one good woman. You don't need every gorgeous pussy passing by. As a matter of fact, it gets a little bit difficult to keep up with the parade of passing pussies."
"That's true," he said. "Because it takes a lot of time and money to keep up this kind of sex life."
"Well maybe I've been responsible for bringing you back to your wife," she said.
She reached for his limp male member chuckled as she talked to him.
"You could be right, honey," he told her.
He walked out of the bedroom naked now, and went downstairs and got the chilled champagne.
When he came back with the chilled champagne, they had a toast - a toast to married life.
"Marriage isn't so' bad after all," he chuckled, "but sometimes it takes a lot of fucking around to find it out!"
