IN THEIR BOOK, THE SWINGING SET, WILLIAM AND JERRYE BREEDLOVE WRITE: ... APPROXIMATELY five million couples in the U.S. have at one time or another mutually agreed to exchange partners for sexual intercourse. Furthermore, one out of every ten married couples under age 35 will participate (or have participated) in spouse swapping. One out of every five couples, regardless of age, will question each other about this situation, and one out of ten couples will feel out their friends to see how they feel about it, hoping for sympathetic hearings. All these figures are increasing." And Paula Wells was a woman who could almost increase the figures single-handedly, so hotly did she follow the swapping code, luring others with a shamelessly beautiful body and a skill that made men cling to sanity.
CHAPTER ONE
"Jill Carpenter's a cute little thing, isn't she?"
The remark caused Joe Wells to glance quickly at his wife. Standing in black bra and briefs, she was ungartering a nylon.
"I guess you could call her cute," he said, pulling off his tie. "Don't tell me she appeals to you?"
"Joe, be serious. Wouldn't you like to screw her?"
"Me screw Jill?" he almost yelled. He stopped undressing with his shirt half open. "What put an idea like that in your head?"
"Shhh. We don't have to discuss it with the neighbors."
Paula pulled her garter belt out from underneath her pants and tossed it away. She reached behind her to open the hooks of her brassiere.
Joe studied her. Dark and lush-bodied, with sultry facial features, she was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. The appraisal still held after being married to her for four years, but there were times when he couldn't figure her out. Like now, for instance.
She took the bra away and her full tits stood outward in quivering freedom, the disks around the nipples neat and nicely corrugated. The tips themselves were capable of assuming startling height and thickness when they were aroused.
She caught the flesh melons from underneath and worked them, her thumbs and fingers pressing in at their sides as she wiggled the mounds on her chest.
Her digits couldn't press in very far because her breasts were firm in spite of their size and the fact that Paula was twenty-six years old. She exercised daily, had for years, and this helped keep them in shape. Besides, she was childless.
"It always feels good to get that damned harness off," she said. "If it weren't for the fact that my nipples would show, I wouldn't ever wear one."
"So you've told me before," Joe remarked, "I think you like the idea of them bobbing around and driving men crazy."
"Darling, what a thing to say," she scolded and let them go with a taut double bounce.
Joe looked away. Watching her had given him a throb of response at his loins. The response would have been full-blown except for the fact that he and Paula usually undressed together, so nudity in itself was not particularly stimulating. But tonight, after the party and all, and with Paula handling herself this way, he was definitely stimulated. This he didn't like because he wanted to get right to sleep. He had a big day at the office tomorrow. And there was another reason.
"What caused you to make that remark about Jill?" Joe asked as he finished unbuttoning his shirt.
"Oh, nothing special. I just thought maybe you liked her, that's all. You seemed to be spending quite a bit of time with her this evening."
Joe turned just as his wife tossed her panties aside, and his gaze automatically focused on the black furry triangle at her loins. Her hair was a natural midnight hue and her skin was light, which made for a very erotic contrast.
"Damn it, you're going to have me up in a minute," he growled.
She laughed as she straightened her shoulders and glowed in the warmth of his gaze. "If you don't want to get excited, don't look."
A good idea, he decided, and again he looked away. He opened the top of his trousers.
Joe was of medium height and eight years older than his wife. He had a good build. His hair was dark and he was gradually losing it on top, but he still had enough to keep kids from calling him Baldy. He wore glasses for close work. His manner was brisk at times, but he was generally pleasant.
"I wasn't aware I was spending an unusual amount of time with Jill," he said. "As a matter-of-fact, I think I talked longer with Helen. Why did you single out Jill as an object for your jealousy?" He stepped out of his pants.
"I'm not jealous," she stated emphatically as she moved to the bureau to get a nightgown. Her plump, shapely buttocks twisted in a delightful way.
"Then why bring it up?" Holding his pants in his hand, he looked at her again.
"It was just an idea I had."
"What idea?" Staring at her bare behind, he felt his arousal taking tangible form.
"Well ... Jill said something to me the other day." Paula hesitated. "Why don't we wait and talk about it after we get in bed?"
"Honey, I've got a hell of a big day lined up."
She turned, holding a yellow nightie, and her gaze immediately centered on his lower front. A smile appeared on her face. "You've got something else that's up, if you don't mind my saying so."
He looked down and confirmed what he had felt-his shorts were badly out of shape.
"Well, what do you expect," he snapped defensively, "with you parading around like that-showing me your pussy and your bare ass?"
"We always undress together," she reminded him.
"I think you got horny at the party. That dress of Jill's was pretty short, and after she'd had a few drinks she wasn't too careful how she crossed her legs. Lord, you could see the lace on her pants."
"Turn out the light," Joe said and crossed to get his pajamas.
Paula ignored the command as she lifted her yellow nightie and let it down over her head. The thing was practically transparent, and she never wore pants underneath. She arranged her long shining hair about her shoulders.
Facing away from her, Joe stripped off his shorts and glared angrily at the sign of arousal which swayed at his loins. He was going to have to take Paula tonight, he realized, even though he hadn't wanted to.
The truth was that Jill Carpenter had intrigued him a great deal, and she had seemed to be putting on a show for his particular benefit. Paula, with her usual keen perception, had noted it. He couldn't have put anything over on her if he'd wanted to. Of course, he didn't want to. He had never cheated during their marriage and had no intention of doing so. But, since he was only human, other women sometimes did arouse him, and after that happened he preferred not to have intercourse with Paula right away, it didn't seem proper somehow. Also, he had to be fresh as possible in the morning and it was already late.
But, hell....
Paula climbed into bed, deliberately showing him the darkness between her legs as she swung them around. She settled back and watched him button his pajama top. His rod still pressed outward against his lower garment.
He strode to the wall switch and flipped it, turning .off the bedside lamps. He crossed the room and opened the drapes. Moonlight flooded in. He walked to the bed.
"Now what was this about Jill?" he asked as he lay back the covers and got in beside his wife.
"Well, the other day," Paula said, cuddling up to him, "she happened to remark to me that she was bored. Too much of the same old stuff, I guess."
Paula lifted his stiff penis out of his pajama pants.
"Thank goodness you don't feel that way," Joe said, enjoying the clasp of her hand around his pulsing maleness.
"Oh, I love your stuff, daddy," she purred, pumping him gently up and down. "But no matter how great marriage is, you have to admit that it's a rut."
"You never talked like that before," he said, examining her face in the dimness.
"I'm not complaining," she emphasized. "Good God, you know how I love you ... and this." She squeezed him to make her meaning clear. "But aren't there times when you kind of wish you could kick over the traces? Take tonight, for instance. Don't tell me you didn't have evil thoughts in your mind when you were looking at Jill."
"I didn't," he replied quickly, but he was afraid his tone wasn't convincing.
"Go on! You were screwing her from across the room. Don't tell me you weren't."
"Paula!"
"And don't be so easily shocked. There's nothing bad about it really. It's natural. That's the point I'm trying to make-marriage is great and love is wonderful, but it does get a little boring after awhile, doesn't it?"
He reached underneath the covers and grasped her wrist. He dislodged her hand from him.
"So that's it," he said, taking his guilt and neatly transferring it to her. "You're bored."
"I'm not talking about myself particularly. I'm probably as happy as a-wife could be. But marriage is restrictive. You can't get away from that. Jill feels it; you feel it; sometimes I feel it, too. I don't doubt that every married person does if they have real blood in their veins."
It was a fantastic conversation. Paula had never hinted at such an attitude before. Joe couldn't help but wonder if this was her way of punishing him for the attention he had shown Jill at the party.
"Okay," he said with a touch of irritation. "I admit I ogled Jill a little. As you said, she had her legs crossed so a person could see her pants. And we talked. But I don't have any designs on her, so you can forget that."
"Have you ever considered," Paula asked slowly, "that Jill may have designs on you?"
"You're crazy," Joe said, but he experienced a little lurch over the possibility that it might be true. Jill had been very friendly tonight.
"What I was getting at...." Paula reached and wrapped her hand around his pecker again. "I wouldn't mind if you wanted us to,-well, try a little switch with the Carpenters."
"Whaaat?"
"Now, honey...." She nuzzled him warmly in the neck as she slid her hand up and down on his pump handle. "It wouldn't hurt anyone, and it might pep everybody up, all the way around."
"Do you think I need pepping up?" he snapped. Her hand held the evidence that he didn't.
"Maybe our marriage does. Jill said hers did."
Joe thought of her husband for the first time. His name was Lyle and he worked in a bank. He was a quiet type but handsome. He was about five years younger than Joe.
"Do you have the hots for Lyle Carpenter?" he asked.
"I like him all right," Paula admitted. "Well enough to go to bed with him if it's okay with everyone else."
"Paula, how much did you have to drink tonight?' Joe demanded angrily. "And for God's sake, get your hand off my prick!"
"Well! That's the first time you ever told me that." Reluctantly she took her hand away.
"I don't understand you," he said, leaning on an elbow so he could look intently into her face.
"You're making a big thing out of it," she soothed. "Relax. Lots of married couples swap partners nowadays. You read about it all the time."
"Did you and Jill frame up something?"
"No. Of course not. I wouldn't do that without talking with you first."
"How do you think Lyle will feel about it? He might not be so keen on the idea of another man getting into his wife."
"Lyle is Jill's problem."
"And I'm yours, hm?"
"Darling, you did have big eyes for Jill tonight. You admitted that. You're just a little too inhibited, that's all. You're afraid to admit to yours elf, or to me, what you'd like to do."
"This is the most amazing thing I've ever heard," he said. "I wouldn't believe it, except I know I'm wide awake. I thought we had a perfect marriage."
"Darling, we do! Or at least it's as close to perfect as a marriage can be. And I want to keep it that way. A little fun on the side isn't going to hurt it, as long as we play on an equal basis. As a matter-of-fact, that will make our marriage better. The experts say so."
"What experts?"
"Lots of them. Psychologists and all. I've been reading up on the subject."
"Well, I'll be damned," he marveled aloud and lay back to stare at the ceiling.
She chuckled and rolled against him. Her hand again stole to his loins and found him half-relaxed. She began to stimulate him back to rock-hardness.
"Come on," she purred, "roll over and give mama a good screwing. She needs it."
He turned to face her. "Maybe that's what you do need. Jesus, I've never known you to be so randy."
'Oh, I've thought quite a few times about arranging a swap," she said, lifting her thigh along his body and letting her nightgown pull back to her waist. "I just couldn't get up the nerve to mention it to you. But when I saw the way you were looking at Jill tonight, and after what she'd said to me ... look, if I can set something up, you'll go along with it, won't you?"
She was rubbing the tip of him along her gash, making him very excited and bringing moisture to her chamber of love.
What a time for her to bring up a proposition like this! But the fact that she was doing what she was doing when she talked about it proved something, he supposed. She must be sincere in saying she still loved him and was thinking about a swap with the Carpenters only as a lark. He was convinced also that his earlier suspicion was incorrect-she was not talking this way just to bug him for paying attention to Jill.
Still, the idea was too unconventional for him to accept right away. He would have to think about it for a while. But he would enjoy getting into Jill. There was no doubt about that.
"Mmm ... that feels good," Paula murmured as she continued to Work him up and down against her. "Don't you want to play with my tits?"
Joe slid the top of her nightie down off her shoulders and proceeded to palm both thrusting beauties. He rubbed them in slow rotation until the nipples rose, then he grasped each nipple between forefinger and thumb and rolled them back and forth. They swelled until they were as large as the end joint if his little finger.
"Oooh ... " she groaned softly. "Come on and suck-suck."
Joe twisted his head and brought his mouth down to a Ml firm bud which his hand served up. He opened his mouth and took the nipple on his tongue. He worked his lips slowly.
With a deft twisting motion of her hips, Paula pressed forward, and his loins became united with hers. He was only a little ways in, owing to their posture which was not the best for deep penetration but it felt wonderful. She began to move a very short distance forward and back, which rubbed his ridge . against the sensitive inner lips of her vagina and stroked her clitoris.
"Oh, God!" she exclaimed and gasped. She gripped him by a buttock and squeezed, her fingertips pressing his pajamas into his crack.
He sucked her breast harder and gave it a little bite.
"Wow!" she said.
Now he had to go at the business full force and so he rolled on top of her, managing to maintain their union.
"Come on ... put it to me!" she demanded in a husky voice.
She couldn't have been faking her passion. She really wanted it from him. This reassured him about the other.
He began to deliver a deep steady stroke and she unsnapped his pajamas and stripped them down off his bobbing rear. She grasped his bare buttocks and pulled each time he nailed her. She was digging her heels into the bed and pushing up. The sensation was wonderful.
He braced himself on his arms and watched her breasts quiver as he Jolted her. Her mouth was twisting. Her eyes were closed. He leaned on one hand and pawed across both stiff dancing nipples, shaking the white boobs beneath. He kept powering into her.
"That's great!" she exclaimed. "Oh, beautiful! Go deeper! Go as deep as you can!"
He dug his hands down underneath, grasping the divisions of her ass and elevating her a little, which also gave him a better angle into her depths. She twisted and bobbed in his hands and pulled at his rump as their loins churned together. It was perfect! God, how could any woman feel better than this?
But Jill was cute ... and tonight he had seen her white panty crotch. She had smiled at him. She was young and sweet ... also hot, if what Paula had said about her was true.
He stroked into his wife stronger than ever. She cried and wriggled ecstatically around him. His rod swelled to even greater dimensions. It had never felt more full of excitement or stiffer or more happy with the work it was doing.
And yet:
Jill ... Jill ... Jill, he thought as he vigorously took Paula.
Then suddenly Paula, was begging him for the short strokes. He held off for a little while, but when he felt her begin to go and heard her strangled little cries, he pumped her wildly, still holding and squeezing her lush buttocks.
"Oh ... oooh!" she cried and pressed her thighs against him, pushing upward with her mound. She vibrated all over and her buttocks were drawn tight. He blazed in, faster and faster, until he had it. Blissfully.
He lost his passion in a marvelous gush, and it was Jill he was seeing in his mind's eye at that moment.
Afterward, as they lay side by side in each other's arms, he was troubled. He really did want Jill and he was excited over the prospect of having her. Paula seemed to want to promote it, but he still didn't think it was right, It couldn't be right.
"What about it, darling?" she pressed. "If I can set something up with Jill, will you go along?"
"Paula, I'm amazed. I don't know what to think."
"Think it over. See if you can't get used to the idea. It won't hurt us; we proved that just now. We're as hot for each other as we were on our wedding night. What it will do is to take away any inner frustrations we might have. And it will give us the shot of variety that everyone's life needs. I suspect, too, that it will prove how right we are for each other."
"I don't need any proof," he said softly as he caressed her on the bottom.
"I don't, either. Consciously. But maybe we both do underneath. Come on-as long as we both agree and there's no cheating, what possible harm could it do? ft isn't as if either one of us were virgins when we got married. We each had other partners before, so why not now? What's the difference?"
She was making some points, Joe was forced to admit.
"Well, I'll think about it," he agreed. "That's my sweet baby," she murmured and kissed him.
It was a strange proposition, especially the way she had staged it. But the circumstances had blunted the edge of his shock, convincing him that she was sincere in everything she had said.
He thought about Jill again before he fell asleep. She would make a damned fine throw if she were Interested ... and if her husband agreed to go along.
He pictured Paula with Lyle and this was distasteful at first. But as he continued to think about it, he developed a peculiar excitement over the Idea. Paula's big tits would turn Lyle on, he Imagined. Jill had smallish ones. Joe felt what could only be described as a surge of pride over the way he imagined Lyle would feel when he took Paula in his arms.
Man, he had adjusted himself to the idea already!
It was amazing but true.
CHAPTER TWO
The following morning Paula called Jill shortly after Joe had left for work.
"I'd like to come over and yak for awhile," Paula said. "Are you going to be home?"
"Sure," was Jill's answer. "Tell me when you'll be here and I'll have a fresh pot of coffee on."
"Tenish?" Paula asked.
"Fine."
"Bye for now, then," Paula said and hung up. She smiled to herself.
The idea of the swap had been entirely her own. Jill bad said nothing to indicate dissatisfaction with her marriage. Paula had no idea whether or not the other girl would go along with her scheme. It was going to take a stronger selling effort than she had put on last night with Joe. But it would be well worthwhile if it worked.
She thought of entering a bedroom with Lyle Carpenter, stripping in front of him and watching his eyes as she unveiled her beauty. What a kick! He wasn't the sharpest, most aggressive person In the world, so he probably hadn't had much experience with women other than Jill. In fact, he might never have had another woman. It gave Paula a special thrill to contemplate that possibility.
When Paula was fifteen years old, she entered Into an erotic relationship with an older man which was to have a profound effect upon her adult attitude toward sex.
She had fully matured by the age of fifteen. Her breasts were large and ripe and inviting to males. Her hips were warm and womanish. Her legs were smooth creamy delight.
Living as a boarder in her home was her Uncle Jack, a happy-go-lucky sort who took life as it came and took what he wanted from it. His wife had divorced him because he had played around with other women, and she had custody of the children. Paula's father let his brother move in with them because they had a large house and Jack's board payments would help them keep it up.
Jack didn't make a play for Paula's mother. This had nothing to do with moral considerations, but was simply because be could find and' seduce prettier women elsewhere. But Paula was a different matter. She was young-thrillingly young-and she had a build on her which made Jack's forty-year-old pulse beat like it had when he was twenty. Also, she was casual in the way she dressed around the house, frequently scampering through the hall in panties and bra or coming to the breakfast table in a robe with no bra underneath; sometimes the robe would slip a little and Jack was treated to a view of the inner halves of her breasts. When she was outside and the weather was warm, she always preferred shorts and a halter to conventional attire.
A man of strong character would have been tempted to go after her, but he would have resisted. Jack was tempted ... and acted on the temptation.
One afternoon when Paula arrived home from school, she found that her mother was out and Jack was in the house alone.
"How come you're not working today, Uncle Jack?' she asked.
"Oh, they switched my shift at the factory. I don't go to work until midnight."
His eyes lit up as he looked at her. She was wearing a snug sweater that cuddled her tits and a hip-clinging skirt that showed the leg lines of herpanties ... as well as the full ripe curves of her fifteen-year-old ass.
"Where's Mom?" Paula inquired as she faced him again after placing her books on the library table.
"Out shopping. She said she wouldn't be back until five-thirty."
"Weil!" She smiled warmly. "Looks like you and I have the place all to ourselves."
Her smile and what she said could have been Interpreted as flirting, but Paula had no such motive in mind. Her attitude was that of a normal teenaged female who derived a clean natural enjoyment from the admiring glances of the opposite sex. She enjoyed her father's admiration and her uncle's, as well as that of the boys at school.
But the circumstances and her manner, and the delectable way she was dressed in that snug sweater with her knockers sticking out, tripped Jack's switch and caused him to act on the desire he had been nursing for a long time.
He got up and moved toward her.
It was such a shock to Paula when he pulled her into his arms and began kissing her around the neck and ears that she couldn't marshal any resistance at first. Also, his kisses gave her a thrill. She knew this was terribly wrong, but her young eager body did not.
Now he was pulling her even tighter against him and his lips were clamping over her mouth. He sucked at her sweetness and forced her lips farther apart. She could feel her nipples rising in her bra as her breasts dug into his hard torso. His hand in the small of her back produced excitement, and then when he lowered It to span the full firm curves of her bottom, she nearly went up in flames.
His tongue was plunging at her now and this produced added stimulation. With arousal came fear because she knew what the situation was apt to produce, and she understood the risk of pregnancy. She had been taught that sex outside of marriage was a sin. Somehow she knew it would be a greater sin to have sex with an older man and a sin compounded to have sex with her uncle. So she began to fight him.
Jack was lithe and strong and in excellent shape for his age. Now that he was fired up, he determined that nothing was going to keep him from taking this luscious young wench. The fact that she was his brother's daughter made no difference to him at the moment-she was a ripe young female and he was a male who wanted her. That was all that was important.
She swung her fists, landing blows on his chest and arms and the sides of his head, but they didn't hurt him. He concentrated on wrestling her halfway across the room to the sofa and flinging her down upon it.
Once she was on her back, he dropped to his knees on the floor beside the sofa and managed to restrain both her arms with one of his while his free hand toured her writhing young body. He pawed her tossing tits and found them marvelously full and firm. He placed his hand between her bare scissoring legs and ran it up her hot thighs until he was in contact with the silken crotch of her panty briefs.
Paula was crying and gasping, but with his touch at her loins the fight almost left her. She became turned on fully for the first time in her young life; carnal desire overcame her sense of morality and even her fear. She continued to make feeble gestures of resistance, but both she and Jack knew that the fight was really over and that he had won her.
He caressed her tingling young vagina through her pants, then hooked a panty elastic aside and brought his fingers into direct thrilling contact with her flaming flesh. No boy had ever touched her there, and the excitement-which the touch produced was tremendous.
"Oooh!" she cried. "Uncle Jack! What are you doing to me?"
"You're so sweet," he husked. "So luscious. I've got to have you. Don't fight, honey. Give in to Uncle Jack and it'll be wonderful for both of us."
Then he bent and pulled her skirt and slip up. In spite of what she knew to be wrong, Paula lifted her buttocks to let the garments pass from under them, and Jack drew them all the way to her waist.
He pulled her panties down.
The sight of her girlish passion nest, Its curls so black and glossy next to her smooth white flesh, drove Jack nearly out of his mind with lust. He pulled her legs apart, propping one of them on top of the sofa and placing her opposite foot on the floor. Now she was totally exposed to him. Her pink slit gleamed.
With a gurgle of mad delight, Jack bent across her thigh and buried his face in her loins.
Paula cried out sharply and twisted in mixed agony and ecstasy against the couch as his probing tongue violated her sweet young groove. His lips pressed and suctioned. His teeth nibbled at her flesh.
His hands were pawing at her sweater at the same time, feeling for the buttons and opening them, then laying the halves of the sweater aside. He felt all over her bulging bra cups, then managed to stretch the bra so as to work the cups upward off her mounds. He palmed both breasts, rubbing and titillating the nipples. He trapped the nipples between his fingers and thumbs and curledhis other fingers around the luscious globes.
"Oh, Uncle Jack!" the girl squealed as his tongue kept delving into her sweetness and his hands brought exquisite torture to her tits.
Then suddenly he was on his feet, stripping his pants and shorts down. She stared at his tremendous upthrust organ and a new wave of fear struck her. But she was beyond the point of resistance. Now she wanted to experience the new sensation he was going to give her. She really wanted to.
And so her only cry was, "Don't hurt me! Oh, golly, be careful!"
Jack mounted her.
He was not careful in any respect. Upstairs in his bedroom he had a box of rubbers, but he wasn't about to leave her to go after them. And as for being gentle with this extremely succulent young virgin, that was the furthest thought from Jack's mind. The quality of his approach was little different from that of a bull with a new heifer or a hound with a sweet young bitch.
As soon as he found the exact spot for penetration, he pushed with the full force of his hips, sending his inflamed prick deeply into her tender recesses. Her anguished scream ripped the air. He pulled back and drove deeply into her again, giving her more agony. He pulled and thrust, pulled and thrust, snorting with glee as he did so. Each motion further tore her shattered flesh. She thought she would pass out, but somehow she held onto consciousness. However, she derived not an iota of pleasure from the act.
Jack's pleasure was tremendous. He hadn't possessed a virgin in years, and even when he was a teenager himself he had never been with a girl quite as young as Paula.
He pumped her with steadily increasing speed, paying no attention at all to her cries of pain and protest. The motions of her body in trying to ease her suffering merely added to his excitement. His swollen penis drove and retreated, entered and withdrew, moved up and down and in and out, faster and faster as she screamed.
Jack finished with a magnificent final lunge that impaled her to the hilt of his strong sexing sword, and she shuddered as his joy juice gushed, striking her deeply and seeming to trickle into her depths.
Afterward Jack was a totally changed man.
He felt no remorse, for how could a man regret such a thoroughly thrilling experience as he had just had? But now that his lust had been retired, fear took its place. He was afraid that Paula would tell on him or that she would become pregnant.
Also, there was blood on her and on the sofa cushion.
He helped her to the bathroom where she cleaned herself up. She was numb mentally, though pain still throbbed within her. As soon as she emerged from the bathroom, he guided her to her bedroom and he sat down on the bed beside her. He took her in his arms.
"You're gonna be all right," he said. "I know it hurts like the dickens now, but that will pass pretty soon, "and then you'll be glad I made a woman out of you."
Paula hardly heard him. The trauma of what had just happened, both mental and physical, was so tremendous that she couldn't think and, except for the dull throbbing which continued in her loins, she couldn't feel.
Uncle Jack kept talking:
"I didn't use a rubber with you, so there's a chance you might be knocked up. It isn't likely, but there's a chance. If you miss your next period, you come to me right away, understand? I can find a doctor who'll take care of things and I'll pay for it. Just don't go blabbing to your folks. That-would get both of us to trouble. And don't tell any of your girl friends. Just me. Will you remember that?" She nodded numbly.
"When I said you'd get in trouble with your folks if you tell them, I meant they'll blame you for giving me a come-on."
"But I ... didn't," she managed to utter.
"I say you did. Maybe you didn't know it, but that's the way it seemed to me. The fact is, I couldn't help myself. I had to take you. Your daddy, being a man, will understand that. So it'll be best for both of us if you don't tell anyone. I'll standby you, honey. Remember that."
Paula remembered, and she did as her Uncle Jack said. She kept quiet.
She remained miserable for the rest of that day. When her mother asked her what was wrong, she said she guessed she was catching a cold. She carefully wrapped up her pants that had blood on them and put them out with the trash.
As for the blood on the sofa, Jack had reversed the cushion immediately. The next day, when he was at home alone, he carefully removed the stain with some cleaner he had purchased.
Paula's soreness had diminished by that morning and, within two days, she felt normal again. But she was worried" about being pregnant, and the shock to her young psyche which the experience had produced remained with her. She could hardly look at Jack any more. She even had difficulty looking at herself to the mirror.
She took Jack's self-serving remarks to heart: Perhaps she had encouraged him to do what he did. Perhaps she was a shameless flirt. At any rate, what had happened was a terrible sin. She couldn't wash this idea from her mind, and she couldn't keep from blaming herself along 'with him. If Jack had left her alone after that, there's no telling what the long-term result might have been. Surely guilt would have worked its way deeply into her subconscious, along with the impression that sex was painful, and this would have warped her life in a hideous way.
But Jack didn't leave her alone. One taste of honey would not suffice, and he was encouraged by the fact that she hadn't told anyone what happened. If a girl didn't squeal after she was stuck the first time, she wouldn't squeal after the second or third or fourth, Jack reasoned.
The second time he caught her in her room when her mother was away, and the conquest was made easier by the fact that she had only her panties on.
He grinned at her when he opened the door and visually drank In her beauty. "I've come to pay you a little visit, honey," he said, hoping she would submit to him without a fuss.
When she gasped and started backing against the wall, an arm shielding her quivering young tits, he slammed the door behind him and rushed her.
She screamed. Just once. And then she found herself on her back on the bed and he was ripping her briefs off. What did it matter? she decided. What did anything matter now?
She let him take her ... and this time, miraculously, she felt pleasure. Also, this time Jack was prepared and there was no added fear of pregnancy (provided she was not already pregnant.)
There was no pain as his big rubber-sheathed shaft slid up and down In her lubricated love channel. On the contrary, there was great pleasure.
Surprising pleasure.
Pleasure that was greater and sweeter than any she had ever known. As a matter-of-fact, it was totally unlike any pleasure she'd had before.
She responded to it eagerly, wildly, clutching at Jack's back and raking It through his shirt with her nails as he rode her with great zeal, pumping his powerful shaft In and out.
She climaxed, and it was like a burst of fireworks in her brain.
After that, Uncle Jack didn't have to fight to possess her. She came to him willingly, even sometimes initiating the act herself.
He was able to talk her out of her guilt. Though not well-educated, Jack was a smooth man with words and he was particularly adept at the use of words on women.
Also, he was not really a bad man. He did care about other people, even though he placed their welfare consistently second to his own. Paula's youth and her blind attachment to him evoked a sense of compassion, and he went to some lengths in talking with her and trying to make her see that sex was not the awful sin she had been taught it was.
In spite of the totally new relationship which had sprung up between them, Paula still regarded Uncle Jack on a par with her parents. After all, he was her father's brother. So when he told her that sex wasn't really a sin; that parents and preachers and other people spoke of It that way for selfish reasons of their own, she came to accept this. .
"The one thing you positively know about it is that it gives pleasure, right?' Jack said. "Well, pleasure scares some people. Their religion tells them It's a sin to enjoy themselves too much and that they're doing the devil's bidding when they indulge in passions of the flesh. That doesn't keep most of them from doing it, you understand, but it makes a lot of them feel guilty when they do, and they try to ease their guilt by preaching to their kids and putting up a nicey-nice front. Also, if one of their kids was to cause a scandal it would embarrass them, so they're always on guard against that. Baby, you just remember that we're all pretty much the same, down inside. We've all got the itch. Nature gave it to us and she intended for us to get pleasure out of scratching it. The healthiest thing to do is to face up to that fact and not let the hypocrites bother you, because they're doing the same damn thing themselves or wishing they could."
Whether her Uncle Jack's way of looking at sex was healthy or not, Paula didn't know. But she accepted it. In doing so, and in continuing her affair with him, she tended to separate sex from love In her thinking, just as she separated it from sin. She equated sex with pleasure, and that was all.
Romantic love,-she suspected, was more of the hypocrisy that older people talked about-just hooey to gloss over their lusts and to keep the younger generation in line. There had been no romance in Uncle Jack's mind when he had taken her the first time, or any of the times after that. His body wanted her, that was all. When he looked at her, that big thing between his legs got all excited and It stuck up, and he had to do something to work the excitement off.
And wasn't it the same with her? Didn't her little pocket burn and itch when he started to go to work on her, and didn't that big rod of his just fit the bill exactly, giving her all the satisfaction she needed?
She didn't become pregnant, and after awhile Uncle Jack moved away.
The habit of sexual indulgence which she had acquired from him was firmly implanted, however, and she suffered for the lack of a male.
She had turned sixteen and was going out regularly with boys, but most of them didn't try to go very far with her because they weren't too sure what to do or even whether they wanted to do it. This proved exasperatlng to Paula, and she began to take matters into her own hands.
On a date with young Tommy Franklin, when they were parked at a drive-In movie and necking lightly as they watched the show, she let her hand drop to his lap and discovered to her glee that his business was as stiff as a poker-just like Uncle Jack's each time he had come at her.
Paula opened Tommy's pants and brought his rigid rod out Into the open. Tommy just about went ape as she handled him and, when she suggested that they find a more private place where they could park, he agreed. Maybe he was bashful and uncertain, but his itch (to use Uncle Jack's terminology) had become so strong that nothing would do but to scratch It, and he wasn't going to be content tonight to wait until he got home alone in his bed.
Tommy's pecker remained out and Paula kept handling It all the way to the parking spot. Once there, they clambered into the back seat of the old car. Paula pulled up her skirt and skinned out of her silky briefs while Tommy watched goggle-eyed, his penis growing bigger and stiff er. When she opened her blouse and bra and let her bountiful breasts burst into view, Tommy just about shot his bolt then and there.
"Come on!" she Implored him, for she was as hot as he was, and she stretched out on the seat with one leg up the back of it and the other angling down to the floor.
Tommy took one look at her Juicy pink slit fringed by jet-black hair, and his rod jerked, spouting its ejaculation like Old Faithful. The hot semen pelted Paula:
"Tommy!" she shrilled. "For gosh sake, what have you done?"
"I dunno," he moaned miserably. "I couldn't help it. It ... just ... went off."
Paula stared at the wilting wand which projected from the front of Tommy's clothes.
"Can you get it stiff again?" she asked him.
Red-faced, shaken with sexual relief and anguish, he blubbered, "Maybe. Sometimes I can."
"You mean, this has happened before?"
"No," he said quickly. "Not with a girl. I mean ... aw, shoot, Paula, I feel like hell. Let's go home."
He started to stuff himself back into his clothes.
"No!" she exclaimed. "We're going to try again. You'd like to put it into me, wouldn't you?"
"Jeez, yes."
"Then we'll try."
She reached out and grasped his limp tool, fondling it and tugging gently, as if that somehow would make it stand up. The technique didn't work, of course.
"it's no use," he moaned.
"Yes, it is. Come on, kneel down here next to me. Play with my breasts a little. That should do some-thing."
"You mean ... with those?' Tommy said, pointing to her chest.
"Yes." She blinked. "You've heard of breasts, haven't you?"
"Well ... yeah, I guess so. Only the guys call 'em...."
"What?"
"Never mind." He was blushing. "I guess it ain't a good word."
"Come on," she smiled. "Tell me."
"You sure you want me to?' "Yes."
"They call 'em tits."
"Oh," she laughed. "I've heard that. Some girls call them that, too. Come on. Get down here and have some fun."
Tommy did.
His hands on her round firm mounds and on her nipples lashed her desire to greater heights. She murmured, "Wouldn't you like to kiss them, Tommy?"
"Yeah!" he croaked. "Yeah, I would!"
He dropped his face and, as he gathered in a glorious large bud and closed his lips around it, Paula dropped her hand to his lower front.
She was thrilled to discover that he had stiffened again-not to the same degree of fullness and rigidity he'd had before, but sufficiently to make insertion possible, she believed.
She didn't want to get him over-excited this time, so she said, "Come on, honey, and stick it into me now."
"Yeah. Okay."
Paula had gotten a package of rubbers from Uncle Jack before he left town and she reached for them in her bag which was on the floor. She handed the package to Tommy just as he was preparing to mount her.
"Put one of these on," she said.
"Gee!" He took the package and looked at it. "I've heard about these gadgets but I never saw any."
"Well, put one on. And hurry."
Tommy took out one of the rolled rubbers and turned it over a couple of times in his hand.
"Here," Paula said. "Like this."
She helped him.
By the time the condom was firmly in place, Tommy had stiffened to workman-like condition and he was eager to have at her. But he wasn't any more eager than she was. Paula was burning up.
He climbed onto the seat between her legs, and she helped feed his sheathed manhood into the slick tight tunnel that yearned for him.
"Heyyy...." he breathed. "Wow, that's the greatest!"
"You bet it is, honey. Now give it to me good!"
Tommy started to move instinctively, and they each derived a great thrill from the action. He lasted longer than he normally would have because this was his second time in quick succession, and Paula was able to achieve a thrilling and most complete climax before he came.
She dated Tommy several times after that, but she broke the affair off when he started to talk as if he wanted to marry her. They were only sixteen, for gosh sakes! Anyway, marriage was the furthest thing from her mind.
" She tried other boys. By the time she was graduated from high school, she'd had half a dozen, plus Uncle Jack again, when he returned to town on a visit.
She went away to college, and that was a ball. The guys there really knew what they were doing! It was amazing how different they were from the kids she'd dated in high school. She wasn't sure if this was caused by a year or so of added age, the fact that they were away from home, or whether it was because they were a different sort. There was an altogether different atmosphere in the college town-maybe that accounted for it.
Anyway, Paula had a great deal of fun and broadened her knowledge of life and love immensely. As for her scholastic work, she barely passed enough courses to get her diploma.
After graduation, she moved to a large city and took a job in an office. This represented another major Change for her, as far as sex was concerned.
She found herself associating with a lot of older men, most of them married. There were a few young ones, but even they seemed more settled than the boys she had known at college. They weren't so eager for fun and games.
She got dates, though.
Strangely enough, at least half the guys she dated didn't make a play to take her to bed. One proposed marriage on the second date and she dropped him. Another seemed to be building up to the same thing and, while he kissed her good night with great warmth, he refrained from becoming physical with her at any other time and kept drawing the conversation around to children and home styles and whether or not she thought a wife ought to work for a while after marriage so the couple could outfit their home more quickly. She dropped this fellow, as well.
She simply didn't want to think about marriage. Some day she would get married, of course. But Paula saw this as something for later, when she was ready to restrict herself to one man and have children and take care of a home. These things didn't interest her yet. She enjoyed playing the field.
She concentrated on men who were looking for sex, as she was, and she had a good time with them. She enjoyed the compliments they gave her and the approval which she read in their eyes almost as much as she enjoyed the physical merging.
Then she met Joe.
He was an assistant personnel manager at a firm where she applied for a job. She had quit her previous employer because things had gotten complicated; she had gone to bed with several men who worked in the office and she found out later that they were comparing notes about her. Not only that, but word had leaked out to the girls and she had become the principal topic for conversation during coffee breaks. This she didn't care for.
Joe hired her, then asked her for a date.
Next to Uncle Jack, he was the oldest man she had ever dated. There was something about him that reminded her of Jack, but he was more attractive and still youthful in his outlook. He seemed to offer everything a girl could ask for-admiration (he admired her immensely), virility, and a kind of mature strength she could lean on. Also, her experience at the firm which she'd just left had shaken her. She had come to realize that she couldn't continue playing around the way she'd done during her younger years. The men who worked in offices took a different view of sex than did the footloose eager males on a college campus. A different set of values prevailed.
Joe proposed. Almost to her own surprise, she accepted him. They were married immediately in Las Vegas.
Joe pleased her in bed. He wasn't the very greatest lover she'd known, but he was better than average and fully good enough. Or so she believed at the time.
They took an apartment in town, agreeing that they would buy a home as soon as she became pregnant.
But a pregnancy didn't occur. After six months she went to a doctor and was told, following a thorough examination and tests, that she was barren.
Joe was very disappointed Over the news, but she managed to adjust herself quickly. She had never been particularly anxious to have children, anyway. Knowing that she couldn't was a relief, in a sense. But it produced a subtle change in her attitude toward her marriage which probably wouldn't have occurred if she were capable of bearing children and had begun to do so.
Now the marriage seemed like nothing more than a drawn-out sex affair with housekeeping thrown in.
She had told Joe right along that she loved him, and it was true that she was fond of him and looked up to him in a way she hadn't with other men. But love? She still didn't believe there was such a thing.
She and Joe got along well. She felt more secure with him than she would have felt alone and-let's face it-it was nice not to have to go to work every day and to be able to live well on his handsome salary. This had gotten bigger in the last few months and showed signs of getting bigger yet, as soon as the personnel manager retired and Joe moved into his spot.
But she was aware of a lack in her life. A dullness. Sex had lost a lot of its zing.
Joe was as good a lover as ever, but he was just Joe. Before she had met him there was a variety of men: Different sets of eyes that lit up when they looked at her. Different cocks that sprang to rigid attention when she revealed her nudity. Different techniques for making love.
Some men had been very oral with her. Joe could be, but he didn't care to go that way as often as she would have liked.
Some men had been bigger than Joe and they'd hurt her a little when they rammed it in. She had kind of liked that.
Others had lasted a very long time and had teased her and made her extra-wild.
Joe was just plodding, sweet, protective Joe to her now. He filled her basic need in bed, but that was all. The old excitement of sex was largely gone. It was humdrum:
"Roll over, honey, and let's knock off a piece."
It didn't have to be like that. She was still young and very attractive, and she still drew admiring glances from men on the street and in restaurants ... in fact, wherever she went But the look in their eyes was as nothing compared to the look she knew she would get from them In a bedroom after she took her clothes off and let them get a glimpse of her goodies.
And when a strange man took her", It would give her the old zing. She would fly high as a kite and she would get yanked down in a dizzying plunge, and then she would fly again.
She couldn't get quite that sensation from Joe any more. But from a new man....
She and Joe moved to a suburb where they took an apartment Instead of a house. It was plush. Everything was provided for their comfort, including maid service. This meant Paula had a lot of time on her hands.
She became more and more restless.
Joe didn't notice it. He was not particularly perceptive when it came to things like that. His mind was always fiUed with office problems, and he took her for granted.
Paula began stepping out.
She did it carefully, cultivating casual-contacts which were outside the social circle in which she and Joe moved.
Her first extramarital affair was with her dentist. He was married, also, and just as eager as she to have a fling. As soon as she entered a bedroom with hlm ... zap! It was just as she'd known it would be. The force of his driving dick rocketed her to the stars!
The next affair was with a salesman from whom she and Joe had bought their new car. She made a point of seeking him out for a flirtatious chat when she took the car In for its thousand mile checkup, and he rose to her bait. They dated. And they screwed ecstatically.
There were several more, spaced more or less evenly over a span of three years. But the opportunities were limited, there was always risk, and sometimes the affairs were difficult to break off.
There had to be a better way.
Mate-swapping seemed to offer the solution to her problem. She had been reading about it and, according to the books and articles on the subject, it was rapidly becoming America's favorite indoor sport. The great thing about it was that it was open and above-board; no one cheated on anyone else. Since both husband and wife were involved, no one could point the finger at the other later.
The only problem would be to persuade Joe, then to seek out an attractive couple who would play the game with them. After the Initial ice was broken, it shouldn't be too difficult to broaden the activity out to include other couples. After all, wasn't everyone more or less the same, deep down inside? Uncle Jack had taught her this, and her own experiences had seemed to bear it out. So it followed that every husband and wife secretly hungered for a change once In awhile, and this was the perfect way to accomplish it. There would be no hang-ups afterward because everyone would understand at the outset that it was just for fun with nothing else implied.
Paula chose Jill and Lyle Carpenter when she noted how Joe ogled Jill at the party. Also, Lyle interested her. The quiet ones always did. You never knew what they were like underneath until you got them into a bedroom with the veneer of inhibition and hypocrisy stripped away. Usually then they turned out to be tigers. The best times she'd had were with males who didn't come on too strong in a crowd. The personality boys were usually too fed up with their own Importance to give a girl much fun.
But would Jill go for the scheme? And If she would, could she persuade her husband?
Paula would soon know.
CHAPTER THREE
Paula had first met Jill at the Culture Club to which they both belonged. The Glenwood Heights Betterment League, it was called. The organization sponsored art shows and helped support a junior symphony. Also, they campaigned against things which the matrons who ran the league considered detri mental to the community's welfare ... or perhaps to their own, in a personal sense: For instance, the nudie movies which a local theater dared to show and, even worse, dared to advertise on Its marquee. Also, the topless bar which had recently opened on the boulevard.
Paula and Jill had giggled together over these attempts at prudish suppression, and this was one of the reasons Paula believed she might be able to persuade the other girl to agree to a swap of mates ... on a one-night experi mental basis, just to see what It was like.
Another reason was the way Jill had flirted with Joe last night. She had shamelessly exhibited her thighs to him when she sat with crossed legs, and she had tried to monopolize him as much as she could without putting either Paula or Lyle wise.
But Paula had noticed it. For some time she had been looking for just such a display of interest In Joe on some other woman's part. The fact that Joe also had shown an interest in Jill made it all the nicer from Paula's standpoint. She felt none of the jealousy normal to a wife when another woman takes an Interest In her husband. Paula was confident of her ability to hold onto Joe regardless, and adultery couldn't tarnish a romantic attachment mat didn't exist.
She parked her car in the area reserved for visitors at the rear of the apartment complex where Jill lived. She followed a concrete walk past the recreation and laundry rooms, then around the edge of the huge swimming pool, and she climbed the outdoor stairway leading to Jill's second-floor apartment.
The door was opened within ten seconds after Paula's light rap.
Jill was small and cute, with short blonde hair that sparkled with reddish highlights. Her figure was trim. She was three or four years younger than Paula.
"Well, hl!" she chirped. "Come in. The house is a mess, but you won't hold that against me, I hope."
"Goodness, no," Paula smiled. "You should see mine."
But, of course, Paula's apartment was Immaculate. She didn't have to take care of It herself.
"You look very chipper," Paula said as she entered the apartment. "Parties must agree with you."
Jill laughed and touched her head. "I'm all right after three aspirins. That was quite a blast last night, wasn't It?"
"Did you notice how looped Jeannie was getting? I'll bet her husband had to pour her Into bed when they got home."
"And he had nothing to show for his big night out but booze." Jill laughed.
"In Jeannie's condition, he could have done anything, I imagine. But I doubt she gave him much cooperation."
"How's Joe?" Jill asked as she led the way Into the kitchen. She wore white shorts and a ribbed yellow top that out-lined her cupcake breasts.
"He had a good time. He raved about you."
Jill stopped and regarded her friend in surprise.
Paula smiled reassuringly. "Relax. Joe and. I are very outspoken-with each other. When I meet a man who turns me on, I tell him, and he tells me about the girls he likes."
"That's right. You always said you two had a modern marriage."
"It's that, all right."
Paula watched Jill cross to get the silex and objectively admired the way her trim rear twisted in the clinging shorts.
"Sit down," Jill said. "I'll get some cups."
Jill served the coffee, then sat opposite her friend. Paula was dressed Ina two-piece white outfit, stockings and heels.
"So what's the scoop?" Jill sparkled over her coffee. "Did you pick up some juicy gossip last night that you want to pass on?"
"Nope. Nothing like that." Paula paused for effect. "Honey ... how's marriage treating you?"
"What?' Jill put down her cup, obviously not sure how she should take the question.
"How's marriage treating you?" Paula repeated with a slight smile. "Does the bedroom bit have all the zing it used to?"
"Paula! For heaven's sake, what brought this on?"
"I'll get to that in a minute. Just answer me, hm? And remember we're pals who know each other pretty well."
"I'm in love with Lyle, If that's what you're getting at." There was a slight edge to Jill's voice.
"Of course you are. I love Joe, too. But that still doesn't answer the question. Sexually ... are you a little bored?"
"Good God!" Jill laughed uncertainly. "You're on quite a kick this morning."
"I am, for a fact. I got an Idea last night when Joe started singing your praises on the way home from the party. Now brace yourself, because this may come as a shock. But after you think it over, you might take to the idea. At least, I'm hoping you will."
"What is it, for Pete's sake?"
"You've heard about mate swaps."
The spoon which Jill had been using to stir her coffee fell out of her hand and clattered to the vinyl table top.
Paula laughed. "Don't get so shook! Swapping is the in thing nowadays. Respectable people do it."
"Maybe. But not people like us."
"Why not?"
"Well, it's a little over-sophisticated, wouldn't you say?"
"I don't think so. Of course, I've never tried it. But I thought it might be fun-just once, to see what it's like."
"And you had in mind swapping Joe for Lyle?"
"No. I had in mind talking to you about it."
Jill hesitated, more serious than usual as she studied her friend. "I didn't know you were unhappy at home. You never told me."
"I'm not," Paula said quickly. "But every marriage falls Into a rut. Yours must have, too. The same old stuff served up In the same old way. You know what I mean. A swap might pep things up, don't you think?"
Jill lifted her cup slowly. "Boy, it would take some thinking before I would want to try it."
"Even if we all agreed beforehand that it was just for a lark and nobody was to get a hang-up?"
"Have you discussed this with Joe?"
Paula shook her head. "I wanted to get your reaction first."
"Lyle would never go for It, I'm afraid."
"You might be surprised," Paula said wisely, then she quickly added, "I don't mean to Imply he's unhappy or anything like that. None of us are. We're all normal married people who are as well-adjusted as any couples could be. But still, there's a sameness. A swap would break the monotony. And because we're all normal, it wouldn't do any of us any harm."
"Boy, Paula, I don't know." Jill sipped some coffee.
"I'm not afraid," Paula said quickly. "I have perfect faith in Joe. I'm sure you have as much faith in Lyle. And you know you're not going to lose your head. Goodness, Joe's not exactly a glamour boy. But I'll tell you this, kid ... he's all right as a stud."
"Paula!" Jill was blushing a little as she laughed. "I don't know what to say to you. This comes as such a shock."
"Well, let me ask you this-you like Joe all right, don't you?".
"Sure. I think he's nice."
"Attractive, maybe? In a conservative way, I mean."
Jill hesitated thoughtfully, then pushed out her lower lip. "Yes. He's attractive."
"The idea of hitting the hay with him isn't exactly repulsive to you, is it?"
"Is this your way of accusing me of having the hots for your husband?"
Paula laughed. "Of course not! No more than I have the hots for Lyle. I think he's nice. You think Joe's nice. And Joe likes you. I don't know how Lyle feels about me, but I doubt I would scare him too badly in a bedroom. It's precisely because none of us has the hots for anyone else's spouse that makes me so sure this thing would work."
"Well, it's certainly an unusual idea."
"It's not, really. A lot of articles are being written about it these days. Psychologists say it's a good thing, if the people are mature enough to handle it. I think; we are."
"I don't know."
"Let's try it once. That is, provided our husbands agree. We could go away for a weekend and stay at a motel. Two rooms, of course. You with Joe, me with Lyle. Then we could return home and compare notes."
"Paula! You're positively shameless."
Paula's eyes narrowed and a faint smile clung to her lips as she watched her friend closely. "If you don't agree, I'll think it's because you're not sure of your hold on Lyle."
"If we didn't know each other pretty well, I'd get lore over that," Jill said.
"If we didn't know each other well, I wouldn't have said it," Paula retorted.
They gazed at one another.
"All right!" Jill exclaimed finally. "I'll prove I can be just as avant-garde as you are. But I'm not guaranteeing anything as far as Lyle is concerned."
"Honey, if you try your best to sell him, I know you can do it. There isn't a husband living who doesn't have the urge to sample strange tail once in a while."
"Maybe you're right." Jill was thoughtful. "Boy, Paula, we might be playing with fire."
"Nonsense. I'll vouch for Joe if you can do the same for your husband."
"Okay." Jill raised her head a little. "Lyle loves me and I love him. I don't think even you could take him away from me."
"Believe me, I won't try. As a matter-of-fact, I'll turn him off fast if he shows any such inclination. But I don't think he will."
They looked at one another again.
"Do we have a deal?" Paula asked and extended her hand.
"Deal," Jill said and they shook on it. Paula smiled to herself. It had been easier than she had thought.
After Paula left, Jill strolled into the bedroom, kicked off her flat shoes, and stretched out on the bed. She gazed at the ceiling and thought.
Paula and Joe had to be on the outs or she would never have suggested a swap. What was more, she probably had designs on Lyle. Well, nothing would come of that. Lyle wasn't the roving kind. He was steady as a man could be. But, as Paula had said, he probably had urges toward other women. All men did, Jill supposed.
She thought how exciting it would be to tumble into the sack with Joe. She didn't know what it was about him. He wasn't really handsome, but he was sure and confident-looking, as if he would know exactly what to do every minute. Lyle wasn't very smooth, and sometimes this aggravated her. The main trouble, though, was that he frequently left her hanging. This still happened, after nearly three years of marriage.
Paula was certainly right when she had talked about the boredom in marriage. Her marriage, regardless of what her troubles with Joe might be, couldn't be as dull as Jill's marriage to Lyle. There were times when she had thought she would go out of her mind if she didn't have another man.
And Joe was the kind she liked. A take-charge guy who was old enough to know what he was doing and who would practice some restraint. So what if he was a little bald and wore glasses? He wouldn't need his glasses in bed. She wondered if it was true what they said about balding men-that they were exceptionally virile?
Lyle was virile enough. His peter got like a bar of iron. But he was always in such an all-fired rush to work it off. Joe would enjoy the more subtle nuances of love, if she was any judge, and she wouldn't have to lead him through them or hold him back as she had to do with Lyle. Even then, it usually didn't work because she couldn't be firm enough. He was sensitive.
Imagine-last night she had been wishing Joe would make a play for her at the party, and today his wife came over and practically offered him-on a silver platter. What was more, .she said Joe had raved about her. It was almost too good to be true.
Jill began to think about how she would broach the swapping idea to Lyle. She couldn't just come out with it point blank. He would be shocked.
He had even gotten shocked once when she had told him a dirty joke she'd heard from one of the girls. That had taught her a lesson. So this deal would have to be approached carefully. She was by no means sure that Lyle would go for it at all. But if he did have a few errant urges, as-Paula had indicated and as Jill herself assumed, he would agree to the scheme, provided she could bridge his prudishness.
Let's see ... how would she go about it?
By the time Lyle arrived home that night, she had an approach worked out.
Lyle was tall, light-haired and slender. He had a longish, rather studious face. His blue eyes could be friendly or hard, depending on his mood. They were soft now as he looked at his pretty wife across the dinner table.
She had dressed up for him this evening, having put on a slub-textured silk dress of taupe which followed the lines of her pert figure. She had arranged her hair carefully and her make-up was exactly right.
"Darling," she said as she munched daintily on salad, "Paula was over today and she had a simply marvelous idea about a weekend outing for the four of us."
"Oh?"
Look at him, She thought. Like a hound dog pricking up his ears.
"She thought we might rent a couple of motel rooms down at the beach or maybe in the desert and have fun and games. Like?"
"What kind of games?" Lyle asked slowly as he chewed roast beef.
"Oh, whatever comes into our minds. Just a free and easy time all the way around, so we all can get better acquainted."
"Sounds like fun," he said casually.
"I'm sure it will-be. I told her okay. Are you sore because I didn't ask you first?"
"No. Of course not."
"I'll tell you something else." She smiled playfully at him, her eyes sparkling. "Paula couldn't get over raving about what a handsome guy you are. Goodness knows what she has in her head."
He put down his fork and stared at his wife.
"But I'm not worried," Jill went on gaily. "I know that regardless of what happens when the four of us get together for the night, it couldn't hurt our marriage. We're the original perfect match."
"What could happen?' Lyle asked slowly. "What are you getting at?"
"Nothing," Jill said Innocently. "But you know Paula. Well, actually you don't know her very well, I guess. You've met her only two or three times. But I know her, and she's quite a swinger. She shocks me once in a while."
"What kind of weekend does she have in mind, for gosh sake T Lyle asked. He had hardly touched his food in the last minute or so.
"I don't know really, except she promised we'd all have fun. Knowing Paula as I do, she could spring most anything ... maybe even a mate swap." Jill laughed and took a sip of dinner wine.
"A mate swap?' Lyle repeated, astonished.
"I don't know. It's possible." Jill laughed again light-heartedly.
"Well, now listen-if she has any thought like that in mind, you'd better get in touch with her right away and tell her it's no good. I'm not going to have you hitting the hay with Joe Wells, or anybody but me. Jill! t'm surprised at you."
"Don't be such a bear," she said gently. "I'm not saying I want to do it. Lord, Joe doesn't appeal to me. But in case we all happen to have a couple of drinks too many and she suggests something like that, I guess it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. Would it?"
Lyle just stared at her.
"All right ... all right!" she said, "Pardon me for being so Bohemian. I mentioned it as a possibility, that's all. I didn't think it would matter a great deal one way or the other. A lot of people are swapping these days, it's sort of an extension of the kissing games we played as kids. You know-grown-up post office, it certainly wouldn't change the way either of us feels about the other. And it's not as If we had never been with other partners sexually. Neither of us was virgin when we got married." (By a strange, or perhaps not so strange, coincidence Jill had used one of the very same arguments Paula had employed with Joe.)
"You don't have to throw it in my face that you played around," Lyle snapped. "I've been trying to forget it."
"Oh, Lyle!" she scolded mildly. "This Is 1967, not 19I7. Sex is a ball, haven't you heard?"
She continued eating as he looked curiously at her.
"Well," he concluded, "maybe I don't belong in 1967, then. I happen to think of sex as something sacred."
"Then how come you played around before you met me?" she asked in a jocular tone, smiling.
"Men are supposed to get experience," he said defensively. "Anyway, t had only two affairs, I told you all about them. One didn't last more than one night; the other was with a girl I was thinking of marrying."
"And now that poor girl Is married to another man, most likely, and he's throwing it up to her that she played around with you. You made a tramp out of her, Lyle," she added mischievously. "Aren't you ashamed of yourself?"
"All right, Jill, that's enough! I don't know what point you're trying to make, but we've talked enough on the subject. And as for the weekend with the Wellses, you'd better call Paula and tell her it's off. If she's got any kooky notions in her head, we don't want any part of it."
"I can't do that," Jill argued. "I already told her okay."
"Well, you had no right to. You didn't consult me."
"Oh ... fudge," Jill said and pouted as she concentrated on her plate. Lyle watched her.
"Honey," he said finally, "Idon't want to embarrass you. If you can't get out of it gracefully, we'll go. But don't lead Paula to believe we're going to do anything wild."
"I won't tell her a thing. When we get there, if she suggests something you don't like, just say so. I don't care. As I told you, I don't see any reason to make a fuss over It, one-way or the other."
Lyle kept looking at her as they ate in silence.
The idea of going to bed with Paula stuck in his mind, along with the fact that she had called him handsome. Maybe she did intend to spring something. What a ball that would be! But he couldn't go through with it if it meant Jill would be going to bed with Joe. And how about her casual attitude toward the whole thing? Wow, he'd have to watch her more closely. Funny how a guy could be married to a woman for three years and not know she had notions like that kicking around in her head.
Relations were a little strained between them for the remainder of the evening, though Jill did her best to smooth everything over.
When bedtime approached, she planted herself on his lap. "About ready to turn In?" she murmured and leaned to give him a kiss.
He turned his face a little to the side. "I think I'll stay up and watch Johnny Carson."
"Okay. Whatever you want."
She slid off his lap and let her hips swing lazily as she walked to the hall and disappeared on her way to the bedroom.
She left the bedroom door open and killed a few minutes, hoping he would be along. But the television continued to drone in the living room.
She took off her dress, then her slip. She ungartered her stockings and stripped them down.
What if I were to go out there In my bra and pants? she thought. No, that would shock him.
But she didn't want them to go to bed with bad feelings toward each other. Especially now. Paula was so hipped on the mate swap idea, she was likely to set the deal up for the following weekend. Further conditioning would be necessary to get Lyle in the right frame of mind, and Jill couldn't work on him if they weren't relaxed with each other.
She decided to put on a fussy, nightgown, then go out and see if she couldn't intrigue him.
If she had known what thoughts were passing through her husband's mind right then, she would have been the one to be shocked. As he sat gazing at the Carson show, he was not interested in the garishly colored images on the screen. What he was thinking was this:
So Paula likes me, hm? She thinks I'm handsome. What luck! What a time I could have with that hot baby in bed! Those tits of hers are beauties, and she's got plenty of ass, too. She's a real hunk of woman, all the way around.
The next time she comes into the bank, I'll make it a point to stroll over. Maybe I can set up a date with her for lunch. Then ... who knows? If she wants some action, by God I'll give it to her! Jill and Joe don't have to have any part of it. As a matter-of-fact, they hadn't better. No wife of mine is going to screw around!
He looked up when Jill appeared in the doorway, wearing a pink nylon nightgown with a maribou fur trim around the bottom and a little bow at one shoulder.
"Well, grouchy?" she purred, smiling suggestively at him.
He felt a twinge of desire. Thinking about Paula had put him in a susceptible mood, in spite of the fact that he and Jill had quarreled.
"Okay," he said and managed a grin.
Jill got into bed and he turned the lights out before starting to undress. He came to her in the nude and lay the covers back.
"Who do you love?' he asked as he snuggled down beside her.
"Just you, honey. Only you forever."
"I love you, too."
He-was running his hand up her legs, into the hot hollows of her thighs, pushing the furry-edged nightgown before him. Then he was in Jill's own fur and petting it, making her warm with desire for him. He parted her satiny lips and stroked her for a few moments with the tips of his fingers.
Then he hopped between her spread thighs.
"Let's make it last nice and long," she breathed.
"Well, you know how it is, honey," he said with a little laugh. "Just when it gets the best, that's when it's over."
How right he was! Only sometimes it was over so fast, she didn't get there. She wanted him to take her over the top tonight. She didn't want to go to sleep with an angry feeling toward him.
He bared her small but well-formed breasts and petted them, enjoying the stiff drag of her nipples against his palms. He bent quickly and pulled a nipple into his mouth. He drew on it.
Jill sighed and put her hands around the back of his head, hoping this would encourage him to kiss her for a long time-not only on her tits, but other places, too. it didn't work. Lyle became too excited too quickly, and the next thing she knew he was poking at her little pink portal, seeking entry.
She let him in, of course, pushing her hips up and forward to envelope his rigid thrust.
"Yeah!" he growled and he went .to work on her vigorously.
"Make it ... last, honey," she implored between gasps.
He didn't answer. He was stroking quickly in and out, going deep but moving faster than a man should at the beginning. It's going to be another of his sixty-second specials, Jill thought bitterly and she held her own hips back so that he wouldn't derive too much stimulation from her.
But he didn't need to have her grind her hips or press her mound up to him. The slick snugness of her tight vagina was enough, particularly in his frame of mind tonight, with images of Paula dancing friskily behind his eyelids as he stroked in and out of his wife.
He saw Paula's big tits as he Imagined they would look In the nude. He wondered If the hair on her pussy was as black as the hair on her head and Imagined that it was, because the vision pleased him. He would keep the light on when he was with her, he decided, the way Jill and he used to do when they were first married, it was a little embarrassing but he would have to every part of that luscious brunette witch.
Now he was stroking very fast, rocking Jill. He heard her beg him to slow up, but he thought:
What the hell! Let her get there when t do. There's no reason why she shouldn't.
He let loose the final volley of his lunges, and Jill was hung halfway between earth and heaven when he made his climactic thrust, twitched, and ejected his hot semen. He sighed and lowered most of his weight against her.
You bastard! Jill thought. She immediately hated herself for it, because she loved him, but at times like this she wanted to pull out his shaft by its roots and flog him over the head with it.
She said nothing and, after a few moments, he got off.
"You made It, didn't you, honey?" he asked, as If he were inquiring in the morning whether she had slept well.
"Sure," she said.
Why make a scene about it? She had tried that before and It hadn't done any good. He blamed her.
He was really a very sweet man in most ways and considerate of her. He was easier to get along with than lots of husbands she'd heard about. But when it came to sex, he needed some wising up.
She went into the bathroom while he put on his pajamas. He was in bed when she returned to their room.
"I'll tell you, honey," he said in the darkness. "Hold off on that weekend with the Wellses, will you? I mean, if Paula wants to make It next weekend, tell her we've got something else lined up."
She stood motionless beside the bed. "Why?"
"I just want to think about it for a while."
"Now I'm sorry I talked to you about the swapping. Maybe Paula would never suggest such a thing."
"No, you're probably right about her. You know her pretty well. So, anyway, don't make it this Saturday."
"Okay," Jill said with a sigh.
Lyle was thinking that if they could get past this weekend, he would have time to pursue Paula on his own. She would surely visit the bank within the next few days. She kept her household account there. Usually he didn't come over when she showed up at a teller's window, but he would make it a point to do so the next time. And he would rack up some points, if what Jill had said about her was correct.
He lay back and thought about it as Jill climbed into bed and stretched out beside him.
Her nerves were still quivering with unfulfilled desire. God, if he weren't there, she would have diddled herself to a climax!
He had been extra-fast tonight for some reason. Well, next time he would be slower. There were times when he was fairly competent and she blasted off. She could have forced him to go slower tonight, but she didn't want to do anything that would Increase the tension between them.
All right, girl, settle down! This isn't the first time you've had to fall asleep with your pussy tingling.
Joe Wells would never leave a girl in such a state, she felt sure. He would know what he was doing all the time. She'd had enough pre-marital experience with men to recognize the type.
Too bad she hadn't gone to bed with Lyle before they were married, but she had played it smart like a stupid klutz. She had wanted him to think she was as sweet and proper as he was.
Then she realized that it wouldn't have made any difference. She would have married him just the same, If he had asked her, because she was in love with him. She would have expected him to sharpen up as a lover afterward.
Well, there was still hope. Maybe Paula could teach him something.
Jill had a strong double reason for wanting the weekend swap to happen soon.
CHAPTER FOUR
When Paula entered the Glenwood Heights branch of the First National Trust and Security Bank and stepped up to the smiling Japanese-American girl who tended the second window, she was surprised to see Lyle appear in her line of vision.
She hadn't thought of him as she entered the bank, though she knew of course that he worked there. Usually he was seated at his desk in a cubicle at the side. If their eyes happened to meet, he would wave and that was all.
Now he moved up behind the teller and said, "I'll take care of this customer, Miss Yamaguehi. Why don't you go on your break now?"
The girl looked startled but she issued a meek, "Yes sir," and obeyed.
"Hello, Paula," he smiled.
"Lyle ... nice to see you."
She was wearing a raspberry-pink knit dress of two pieces-an overblouse against which her breasts thrust breathtakingly, and a skirt that clung to her hips and cradled the lush curves of her backside, she had never looked sexier with her lustrous black hair in bangs at her forehead and falling against her shoulders.
Lyle took her passbook and quickly recorded her deposit as they exchanged pleasantries. When he handed the book back to her, his smile held unusual warmth, and there was something in his eyes that arrested her gaze.
He asked, "Are you busy for lunch today, Paula?" She was surprised.
Lyle had never attracted her particularly, in the sense that she wanted him in preference to anyone else. He was a pleasant man, if quiet, and there was a suggestion of mystery about him which mildly intrigued her. She had picked the Carpenters as swapping partners more because of the apparent attraction between Jill and Joe, which she thought would prompt them to agree to the deal. In any event, the Carpenters were to be only a starting point. It washer hope that she and Joe could branch out from there and play the field.
She smiled a little uncertainly. "Are you inviting me?" she asked.
"Yes, if you're free." There was a serious quality in his voice which matched the look in his eyes.
Jill must have talked with him about the swap. That was the only explanation. Now he wanted to discuss the idea with her.
All right, she thought. Perhaps she could bring him around today and they could all take off together next weekend.
"I have nothing planned," she said with a smile.
"Why don't we meet at the seville at twelve-thirty? I'll make reservations, because they're usually crowded."
The Seville! she thought. He was outdoing himself.
"All right, Lyle, I'll meet you there."
They exchanged smiles and he remained at the teller's window to watch the rolling sway of her buttocks as she left the bank. What an ass! God, he'd never been with a woman who was built like that.
Paula was a little apprehensive about meeting him publicly this way, but after all it was only for lunch and then they would go their separate directions.
At the restaurant he seemed nervous. They ordered drinks and, at his insistence, had a second round, she kept waiting for him to bring up the matter of the proposed swap, but he didn't. She was no longer sure whether Jill had talked with him yet.
He kept watching her in a peculiar way, as if he were sizing her up or getting ready to spring something. His manner made her uneasy.
Finally he said, "I like you very much, Paula. Am I imagining it, or do you like me, too?"
"Of course I like you, Lyle." She watched him uncertainly, wondering what he was leading up to.
"Well enough to ... go out with me some evening?"
Her lips parted but no speech came. What could she say?
Finally she recovered: "Jill's one of my best friends." She lightened it with a smile as she added, "I doubt if she would understand, do you think?"
"she doesn't need to know," he said quickly.
"Lyle, I couldn't do that."
"But you suggested a weekend date for the four of us, and Jill had the idea that you ... well, were thinking about a mate swap."
She studied him. "I was, and that's entirely different from what you proposed."
"Sure. My way is better. Joe and Jill won't be mixed up in it."
"But that's the whole idea-to get them mixed up in it; to get all of us in it together."
His eyes narrowed a little. "You mean you prefer it that way?"
"Of course."
He looked down. "That's out. I wouldn't let Jill sleep with another man. I'm surprised you'd let your husband go with another woman ... when you know about it."
She laughed. "Oh, Lyle! It's all right for you and me to have a ball by ourselves, but it isn't all right for the four of us to have fun together, hm? What a crooked sense of morals you have!"
He put down his fork with a solid sound. "I'm sorry you feel that way about me," he said coldly.
Her hand came across the table to clasp his. He got a thrill.
"I'd like to have some fun with you," she said softly. "Really I would. But only if your wife and my husband know about it and share the same privilege. And it would be a ball and only that. Nothing serious."
He was excited by the touch of her. Christ, he couldn't let this chance slip!
"That's the only way?" he asked.
She nodded firmly. But there was a little smile on her lips, and her dark eyes were sparkling.
"I don't know how you can propose such a thing. Don't you love your husband?"
"Certainly. And he loves me. You and Jill love each other, too, I hope."
He remained silent, watching her.
"It's that way or nothing, Lyle."
"How many ... other couples have you and Joe swapped with?
"None. We're novices just like you and Jill."
"It sounds to me like you're starting a dangerous practice."
"If you're not sure of Jill, perhaps it would be. Don't let me influence you. If you don't want to do it, say so."
"But I want you."
"That's the only way you'll have me," she told him again, enjoying the sensation of dangling him on a string. "Jill will be with Joe while you're with me."
"Joe's agreed to this?"
"Yes."
Lyle stiffened. "He wants Jill, is that it? And you're doing his dirty work for him."
Paula directed her attention to her plate. "I think we'd better forget it, Lyle, if that's the way you feel. It would never work."
"Damn it, no!" He grasped her hand again. "Now that I know I can have you, I must. But why can't we make it by ourselves?"
"Because it isn't that sort of game. What you're suggesting would be sordid and dishonest. The other is straight-forward and clean; no one is cheating and no one's being cheated. That's the only way I'll have it. Now, what do you say-yes or no?"
He watched her for several seconds, then whispered, "Yes," and looked down at his plate.
The fun was already half out of it as far as Paula was concerned. Now that Lyle had let down his guard with her a little, he didn't seem as attractive as he had before. But she would go through with it, mainly because it would condition Joe for further swapping.
"Next weekend?" she asked.
"All right."
"Do you have any preference about where we go?"
"Pick the place," he told her. He sounded like a man being squeezed into a corner rather than one about to embark upon the most exciting sex adventure of his life.
"How about the desert? It's fine this time of year. There's a nice motel where Joe and I have stayed at The Springs. But I'm sure the managers won't remember us. When we register, you and I will be the Carpenters, Joe and Jill will be. the Wellses. Okay?"
"I suppose so. But I still wish you would reconsider."
"No chance." She smiled at him. "Relax, Lyle. It will be kicks all the way around and no regrets afterward. That's the beauty of it."
"I hope you're right."
"Well, the Carpenters are lined up for this weekend," Paula told her husband that evening. "Jill called me today and said Lyle had agreed."
"Great!" Joe smiled. "The more I've thought about it, the better it sounds. Just remember that the whole thing was your idea, though."
"Why? You sound as if I might live to regret it."
"You never know. I might just get hung up on your friend Jill. And how about Lyle after he gets his hands on your big knockers? Jill's a little small in the titty department."
"I'll turn off Lyle fast, darling," she said as she crossed the room and planked herself on her husband's lap. "This is just for kicks, nothing else. I think Lyle and Jill understand that." She lowered her voice and brought her face very close to Joe's. "And you'd better remember it, too, you hound dog."
He chuckled and brought his hand up to her thrusting breasts. He began to massage them through her dress and bra.
"I never get tired of these," he said. "A pair of little ones might be fun for a change, but I'll always come back to mama's block-busters. You can be sure of that."
"You're so romantic!" she chuckled and straightened her shoulders, pressing her bust more firmly into his active grasp.
She began to feel his erection against her seat, and then he worked her dress-top up and opened the hooks of her bra. He raised the overblouse at her front and lifted the bra cups off her lush out-thrust mounds.
Her bare breasts stood poking at him-round and white and soft-textured except for their puckered reddish tips. He grasped one in each hand and thrilled to the resilient firmness as his fingers pressed. His thumbs rubbed back and forth across her nipples, bringing them up.
With a little growl he brought his mouth to a thrusting red tip, enclosed it, and began to suck.
"Oh, daddy, you do that so well!" Paula murmured, wriggling her bottom against his risen shaft.
He went to the other breast for kissing and manipulated its twin with his hand. His other hand slid down across her bare midriff, under the elasticized waist of her skirt and under her slip and panties. He ran his fingers into her curly fluff ... and further yet. she parted her hot thighs a little and let him tickle her lips.
"Let's do it here," he said as he raised his head. His voice was a little husky. "I want to screw you right in the middle of the floor."
"Darling! You haven't suggested anything so wanton in years." she laughed merrily.
The idea of the swap was already working, she decided. It was loosening them up even before it took place. she got off Joe's lap and stood in front of him to strip her blouse and bra away, then whisked her skirt and half-slip off in a single gesture, she wore tan hose which were hitched to a white garter belt beneath sleek-fitting nude panties.
Joe, standing in front of her and pulling eagerly at his clothes, showed an impressive hump at the front of his trousers. Paula lay down with her panties on and, when Joe took his trousers away, his erect rod sprang out at her through the fly of his boxer shorts.
"Jill's going to like that," she purred. "What do you think-is she oral?"
"Isn't everybody nowadays?" Joe replied and yanked his shorts away.
"I was beginning to have my doubts about you," Paula said. "It's been quite a-while since you've done me."
"Oh, yeah? Well, you won't have to wait any longer."
Paula glowed in anticipation.
On his knees beside her, he drew her delicate nude-colored panties off and gazed at the lush darkness which was fully exposed to his admiring eyes. He gave her briefs a toss behind him and parted her legs with the stockings and garters still on them.
"Darling!" she cried as he hopped to the ready between her thighs and lifted her lovely legs onto his shoulders.
He used his thumbs to open her vagina, then bent to sample the luscious fruit.
Paula jammed her eyes closed and wriggled ecstatically as his tongue entered her slit. He maneuvered it deftly, maintaining steady contact with her clitoris, she moaned and in just a little while her belly began to bump against him. She cried out as she took her first climax.
He scrambled up over her and pleased himself by inserting his rod between her large breasts, she used her hands to rub the full globes against his throbbing rod. His eyes were closed as he leaned forward, braced on his arms.
After he had enjoyed this sensation to the utmost, he straightened and gripped his shaft, directing the gleaming tip of it to first one of her nipples and then the other.
Paula moaned.
He scrambled further forward and braced himself on his arms once more. Paula took the head of his rod in her mouth, she sucked at it lightly and worked her lips. Her tongue swabbed all around. The sensations which he received were breathtaking. A man of lesser staying power would have let go then and there, but Joe didn't. He was anticipating even greater delights.
"Onto your hands and knees," he commanded as he pulled his lollipop away.
He dismounted and she responded to his order, presenting the lush divided beauty of her butt. The cheeks were plump and white and set close together. Her garter belt and stocking tops framed them delightfully. Between the tops of her thighs, her pretty box beckoned, light-brown and puffy with a black furry trim.
On his hands and knees, Joe moved up to it. He held his bone-hard staff and directed its resilient moist head to the division of her cunt. He parted the slippery lips and slid inside.
"Oh, daddy!" Paula cried, "screw me good!"
She began to rotate her bottom as he stroked in and out. After a while he varied the straight plunging with a rotating motion and she whimpered in delight.
He reached underneath and manually stimulated her clitoris as he enjoyed the shallow possession of her vagina, its clasping mouth stimulating the sensitive nerve endings of his ridge. He also enjoyed the rubbing and patting of her plump buttocks against his front.
He knew just how long to continue this. When each of them had reached a point where nothing would do but to screw the good old fashioned way, he pulled out and directed her onto her back. He dropped onto her belly and dug his hands underneath to fill them with the smooth resilient rondures of her ass. His rod surged into her seething depths and they churned together with lustful abandon, going faster and faster until Paula was crying in her bliss and pressing up to him, her inner muscles contracting. He went off like a repeating rifle, and the recoil was tremendous!
Moaning happily, he twisted to press his face against her perspiring bosom, which heaved like a billowing sea with her deep breaths of satisfaction.
Paula was joyous. It hadn't been this good with Joe in ages. The mere thought of the fun which awaited them that weekend had done it. It had put a new spark in him.
She wondered if Lyle Carpenter could possibly be as good.
CHAPTER FIVE
The Springs was a small desert town principally composed of motels, restaurants and curio shops. Its assets were clear dry air and lots of sunshine. Every motel had a pool and air-conditioned rooms. In the evening, the restaurants featured high-priced entertainment.
But the entertainment which appealed to the Wellses and the Carpenters and which had brought them to The Springs was free, and this was another advantage of a mate swap. The floor shows (complete with strip acts) were in the rooms, so there was no cover or minimum to pay.
They had arrived around noon on Saturday and they spent some time at the motel pool in the afternoon. Later Paula and Jill made a tour of the shops while Joe and Lyle watched the last half of a football game on TV.
Everyone seemed' in a good frame of mind, except that Lyle occasionally had looked uncomfortable. Several times when the four of them were together, he had glanced from Jill to Joe as if trying to detect some conspiratorial link between them.
But there was no evidence of this, any more than there was evidence of an attraction between Paula and Lyle. The two couples might have been casual friends on a perfectly innocent outing-suburban squares who would sleep with their own spouses that night, perhaps to copulate or perhaps not.
When Paula and Jill were alone momentarily on their shopping jaunt, Paula asked, "How's Lyle really taking this? He seems a little edgy."
"He'll be all right," Jill smiled. "If I'm any Judge, he's looking forward to getting into you."
"But how does he feel about you sleeping with Joe?"
They were isolated right now from clerks and crowd, which enabled them to speak frankly without being overheard.
"That bothers him, of course. He's old Mr. Double Standard in person."
"Joe's picked up on the idea so well, he's got me a little worried."
"Wouldn't it be a joke if we both lost our husbands in this game?" Jill said.
"Yes. Ha-ha."
"Well, I'm not worried. We'll be in charge. And so long as we both know what we're doing, everything will be all right."
"I hope so. I'm the one who asked for this, and now I've got the jitters."
"Relax" Jill touched her arm. "You know your man and I know mine. If either of us had a serious doubt, we wouldn't have agreed to the swap."
Back at the motel, Lyle and Joe weren't talking much as they dragged at cold cans of beer and watched the ball game.
Lyle thought, I wonder how he feels about this underneath? Is he hot to get into Jill or is he just going along to show Paula he's as sophisticated as she is?
Joe thought, the guy's uneasy. He went along with it because he wants to hump Paula, but he can hardly bear to think of me with his wife. Maybe I should feel the same way, but I don't. Funny. I guess it's because Paula's always seemed to take a man's view of sex, recognizing it for what it is and keeping it in its place. A woman who thinks like that won't let herself get carried away. Anyhow, I satisfy her, in spite of what she said about marriage being a rut. she was right about that, too. It is. Maybe this swapping business is the perfect way to pep it up.
After the girls returned to the motel, Paula and Joe went to his room while Jill joined Lyle. They bathed and dressed for the evening, everyone a little nervous ... and exhilarated, strangely, perhaps, there was very little talk about what was going to happen. When the subject came up obliquely, even Lyle indicated complete acceptance of it. The time for taking Paula was close at hand and he couldn't pass it up, regardless of how he felt about his wife being with Joe.
The foursome got. together at seven o'clock and drove in Joe's car to a quiet little restuarant, deliberately shunning the places with entertainment. The conversation was light and dealt with every subject imaginable, except the one which was uppermost in everyone's mind. Joe told a couple of off-color stories and Lyle contributed one which was somewhat less ribald. He kept gazing across the table at Paula, whose exposed breast-tops gleamed alluringly in the light of the flickering candles.
Candlelight and titty, he thought. It was an erotic combination.
As they left the restaurant, Joe suggested, "Why don't we pair off now? Lyle, you and Paula sit in back, and Jill can come up front with me. That way there'll be no embarrassment or awkwardness at the motel."
"Great!" Jill chirped and she slid in beside him.
Lyle said nothing. When he and Paula were seated, she reached across and covered his hand with hers. He glanced at her and they exchanged warm smiles.
In Joe's room, he said as soon as he had closed the door, "Would you like a drink to break the ice?"
Jill's blue eyes sparkled as she smiled at him. "There's no ice here, mister."
He walked up to her and took her in his arms.
The sensation of embracing a woman other than Paula for the first time in over four years was at once peculiar and highly stimulating. Jill was smaller and not as full-bodied. The hard little knobs on her chest poked into him with little spreading, she was thinner and straighter at the middle. Her perfume was different, more piquant.
And her kiss-the lips were thinner and so their pressure seemed more intense, she opened her mouth less wide and, instead of sliding her tongue into his mouth and leaving it there, as Paula usually did, f he flickered it in and out.
The firm flatness of her belly rubbed against him. His passion stirred a little but it did not prick up.
He released her and sighed. He chuckled. "That's what I call a fine start. I think I will have a drink, though, if you don't mind." she laughed softly with him. "What's the matter? Are you nervous?"
"A little. I don't have to tell you this is new to me."
"It's new to me, too," she said, walking with him to the bureau where a bottle of bourbon and glasses stood on a tray. "And I'll join you in that drink, on second thought. Not that I need it, but it's a good social lubricant, as they say."
He poured.
Joe wondered how Paula and Lyle were making out, but he didn't voice the thought.
"To us," he said as he and Jill clicked glasses. They sipped.
He sat in a chair and Jill chose one across from him. The bed was beside them, dominating the room and the thoughts of them both.
He-wondered for the first time if the situation wasn't really puerile rather than sophisticated. And yet he wanted very much to take this cute little strawberry blonde with the slim vital body. Bo he wasn't going to back out. He just had to build up to the main event slowly.
Jill wore a two-piece beige outfit of nylon lace with a taffeta lining. The top was sleeveless and buttoned down the back. The skirt was snug and ended well above her knees. She was putting on a delectable leg show right now as she sat with knees crossed, smiling, holding her drink.
Joe was in a plain dark suit, white shirt and tie.
"Hey, did you hear about little Johnny?" he said. "He asked his daddy one day if people went to heaven with their feet in the air. His daddy said no, why did he ask, and Johnny told him, 'When I came home from school yesterday, Mommy was lying in the middle of the floor and she had her legs up. She was yelling, 'Jesus Christ, I'm coming!' and if Uncle George hadn't been right on top of her, holding her down, I think she would'a went.'"
They both laughed.
Jill said, "Have you heard this one? Somebody told an old man that wholewheat bread would make him potent, so he went to a bakery and ordered a dozen loaves. The baker said, 'A dozen loaves? They'll get hard on you before you eat them.' And the old man said, 'In that case, give me two dozen.' "
Joe laughed with her. The atmosphere had become a little more relaxed.
They finished their drinks and he poured another round.
"I suppose a man in my position ought to be acting differently," he said. "I probably should have rushed you as soon as we walked in here and we should have finished the first go by now."
"I'm glad you didn't," she replied.
"Oh?"
"Quickies don't appeal to me."
"I'm glad to hear that."
"You want me to go into the bathroom and get undressed?"
"No. I think I'd rather take your clothes off myself. Do you mind?"
"Not at all," she smiled. "I like it that way, too. You know, Joe, I think you and I have lots of things in common."
"I know of one thing we have in common," he said softly as he gazed at her, "and that's the night. I intend to make the most of it."
"Please do."
They finished their drinks at the same time and set their glasses down. They both stood up, then came together in the center of the room.
This time his kiss was more dominant and he held her very tightly. When her tongue flickered next to his, he thrust his tongue against it and drove deeply into her mouth. She sucked on it, rubbing his tongue with her own. His right hand found her buttocks and stroked them, enjoying their taut jiggle. She was smaller back there than Paula, but nicely formed. She, like Paula, didn't believe in girdles-at least, not on an occasion like this.
His passion began to rise as the kiss continued and as he stroked her.
He decided to undress her right away. They had wasted enough time.
She let him do it all, and she didn't pull at his clothes while he stripped her. He enjoyed the sensation of his hands moving over a strange body, opening snaps and buttons, working zippers. Her bra and briefs were white and lacy, but opaque. He dropped to his knees on the rug and carefully unclipped her garters, kissing her sleek thighs as he brushed her stockings down. , ;
"Mmm, that's nice," she murmured and wriggled pleasurably, but she didn't seek to rush him.
Her scent was marvelously stimulating. He nuzzled-her firm belly through her clinging pants and she purred. He hooked her panty elastic with his teeth and lowered it so that he could kiss her below the garter belt.
"Joe, that's so good," she said. "Take all the time in the world."
He intended to. It wasn't every day that a married man had the opportunity to sample strange pussy with his wife's blessing.
After he had finally removed Jill's stockings and had caressed every inch of her smooth legs in the process, he stood and carefully removed her garter belt. Then he turned her to face away from him.
He opened her bra.
Moving his hands forward at her sides, he ran his fingers under the slack bra cups and wrapped them around her erect little mounds. The taut, warm, satiny skin wanted to cling to him.
"What perfect titties," he murmured at her ear as he fingered her nipples to rigid erection.
"I was afraid you'd be disappointed," she said, brushing her silk-clad buttocks against his hardness and straightening her shoulders at the same time, to force her breasts more firmly into his grasp. "Paula has such big ones."
Jill realized, as soon as she had said it, that she had violated an unspoken rule of the game. It was all right for each person to make mental comparisons.
That couldn't very well be avoided. But it was in exceedingly poor taste to give voice to them.
Joe didn't pick up the fauxpas, however. He merely continued to gently squeeze and manipulate her pert boobies, stroking the nipples and tugging them forward.
Now he turned her so that he could see them fronton and he bowed his head to take one of the thrusting, delicately-colored tips into his mouth. He twirled it with his tongue and sucked on it.
For the first time her hand moved to him, dropping to caress the burning head of his cock which pressed outward against his clothes. But she didn't attempt to free it.
He dropped to his knees once more and palmed the firm arcs of her bottom, her nylon pants sliding between his hands and her buttocks. He brought his hands to the top of the panties, hooked the slender elastic and slowly drew it away from her middle.
"Honey...." she murmured as he peeled the panties down from her loins, baring her beautiful blonde nest.
He pressed his face into it for a quick kiss and she drew an excited breath, but he didn't apply his tongue to her crease. He ruffled her furry mound with one hand as he drew her panties along her thighs with the other. He bent and worked the elasticized garment off her toes.
Jill was nude before him.
He got to his feet and said huskily, "Lie down while I undress."
She turned to lay the bed spread back and he admired the cute little behind he'd been fondling, she was trim as could be all the way around. Her vital little body was capable of lots of action in bed, he believed. He. anxiously looked forward to finding out if its promise would be fulfilled.
Joe took his clothes off in full view, and thrills heightened through every inch of her as the process neared completion. He wasn't as tall as Lyle and he was a little stockier, but everything about him was manly. And he had shown a wonderful awareness of her needs during the lengthy undressing process she had just gone through. His fingers and lips had started a thousand little fires all over her, and now the conflagrations were merging into one gigantic blaze.
When Joe slid his shorts away and let his passion-gorged rod swing in naked freedom, the consolidation of her excitement became complete and she parted her legs with knees lifted, letting him see all her blondeness and her light-brown crease.
"Come on," she urged passionately as she gazed at Joe's upstanding stinger.
Overall, Joe's erection seemed thicker than Lyle's and not quite as long, but comparisons might not be valid because it had been some little time since Jill had seen her husband's cock on display. Joe's rigidity was fully as great as Lyle's ever was.
Joe went to the bed and pressed Jill's lovely legs wide apart. This exposed the moist rosy vagina. He crouched between her legs and, when she realized what he was going to do first, her flesh fire burned brighter.
Lyle had never kissed her cunt, and she had been afraid to mouth his pecker, since he took a rather prudish attitude toward anything off-beat. So she had stifled her passionate oral urge. She knew she wouldn't have to stifle it with Joe.
He wrapped his arms around her smooth upper legs and spread them as wide as they could possibly go and then he bent and applied his lips firmly and hungrily to her most secret place, letting his tongue part her velvety softness and slip inside to delve and caress.
His head spun lightly over the subtle strangeness of this woman's taste. He twirled her tense little clit, then took it between his lips and nibbled. She cried and pressed herself against him.
It was so great! Oh, God, it was going to kill her, the thrill was so intense!
She rotated to his kiss, rubbing her moist outer lips against his face as her quivering interior gloried in his tongue thrusts and stroking. Now he concentrated on her clit exclusively, stimulating the tiny bundle of nerve ends without letup and with increasing fervor until she came.
Her orgasm was very sharp, if somewhat shallow. It caused her to squeal and shake as she pressed hard against him. Then she fell away.
"Oh, God...." she moaned. "That was heavenly! You don't know!" , He came up over her, intending to drive his piston deep into her well and to go to work in, earnest, but she held him off.
"I want to do you now!" she cried. "It's been ages since I had a taste of it."
He was more than happy to stretch out on his back and let her hold and admire his thick rosy organ which pulsed with tremendous excitement. When she bent her head slowly, he anticipated the touch of her lips and tightened. When the touch came and surrounded him with moist velvet, he growled and ran his hands into her hair.
She worked her lips slowly, up and down on him, and then she let him go and applied just her tongue, slithering and gliding up this side and down that, around his sensitive ridge. Finally she clasped him entirely in her mouth again and drew gently.
A harsh, almost vicious sound escaped his lips and he grasped her cheeks and forced her away.
"Let me get on top!" he demanded.
"No," she panted, "I want to get on you."
And she did, but not in the way he had expected, she straddled him facing his feet and, as she let her blonde bush down, he watched his penis part her velvet portals and disappear as her body swallowed him up. The sensation, both visual and tactile, was marvelously exhilarating. He let out a happy cry and gripped her firm rotating buttocks.
She bent far forward so that good contact between his shaft and her little button was achieved and she moved with all the litheness and vitality he had known she possessed, she looked back and watched the plunging of his piston in and out of her slick cylinder. His hands slid along her rhythmically tensing thighs, all over her smooth butt, to her front and down to aid in the stimulation of her clit as his fingertips felt the stroking merger of flesh into flesh which their eyes were observing.
It was magnificent!
Pressure built up within him to a point where he could no longer control it and he bucked upward, deeply into her. He tightened, hung suspended for agonizing , moments, then climaxed in the midst of her orgasmic release. She cried and her channel rippled as her belly bobbed up and down. The orgasm was one of the deepest and fullest she had ever known and it left her shaken and gasping.
She righted herself and snuggled half oh top of him and half on the bed, her leg thrown across his form. He reached for the light switch and plunged the room into darkness.
"My God, I had no idea it would be so wonderful!" she exclaimed. "I had hot pants for you the other night at the party, but I had no way of knowing you were such a terrific lover. If I'd realized, I would have raped you then and there."
He chuckled and petted her satin length.
"I wanted you the other night, also. Do you realize that when you faced me with your legs crossed, you showed me the crotch of your pants?"
"Well, with these damned short dresses, what can a girl do?"
"She can keep her thighs together, or she can wear long-johns, I suppose., But I'm not complaining. I enjoyed the show. Matter of fact, my dilly whacker almost got hard."
"Mmmm ... it's a lovely dilly whacker," she purred and began to fondle it.
"It's a little undernourished now. I'm sorry."
"Do you think you'll be able to go again?" she asked earnestly.
He laughed. "I hope to. But let's get a little sleep first. The one we had was a world-beater. We'll have to go some to top it. I'll need all my strength."
"Joe...?"
"Yeah."
"Do you think I'm a slut for going down on you?"
He patted her. "Don't be silly. I went down on you first, didn't I?"
"Yes. But sometimes men assume that a girl who does it is no good."
"I don't know what men you've been talking to. The average guy likes that better than any other kind of foreplay, and when he's with a woman who will do it he's grateful."
"I didn't do it just to please you," she said. "I ... enjoyed it."
"Fine. I had a feeling you did."
"And that doesn't make you think I'm cheap?"
"Of course not. Say ... doesn't Lyle play oral with you?"
Now they each had violated the unspoken rule.
"I'm sorry," he said quickly. "I shouldn't have asked. But if he doesn't, he's a sap. You can tell him that sometime for me."
"I like you a lot, mister," she purred, nuzzling him.
"And I like you, too."
Joe's last thought as he held Jill in his arms and prepared to drop off to sleep was, Poor Paula-stuck with a prude. And the whole bit was her idea, too.
CHAPTER SIX
When Paula and Lyle first entered his room, he went to work on her like an octopus, and this confirmed her theory about quiet retiring men:
They turned wild when you got them alone.
One hand grabbed her lush bottom. The other rubbed her back, causing her breasts to agitate against him. His tongue speared into her mouth and lashed back and forth.
She moaned and felt his passion come up.
Wheel she thought. I've got myself a live one!
She lashed his tongue with hers and soon felt the full dimension of his power prodding her. she slipped her hand to it and caressed him through his clothes.
"You hot little witch!" he panted as he pulled his mouth free. "You don't know how I've wanted you! I never thought there was a chance."
"Well, you've got me now, lover," she murmured, "and we have all night." she blew at his ear.
He rocked her back and forth in his arms and she enjoyed the firm goad which pressed against her middle. She could tell he was well hung.
"Let me undress," she said and started pushing herself out of his embrace, but he grasped her all the tighter, kissed her moistly on the neck, and found his way once more to her mouth. As their lips sealed together and their tongues played, he began to pull her skirt up at the back.
It happened that Paula was standing with a mirror behind her, and in it Lyle could watch what his hands did while he continued to kiss her. He saw what he felt:
His hands crawling all over the lovely plump hemispheres of her panty-sheathed butt, holding the curves and jiggling them up and down as his left forearm kept her skirt and slip firmly bunched at the small of her back. Her pants were pale pink, sheer and clinging. They revealed her cleavage and they slid erotically against his hands, enhancing the soft lustiness of her ass. She wore no garter belt.
He reached to the small of her back, hooked the panty elastic, and began pulling it down. He bared half of her tight satiny crack and the silken hills which converged to form it before Paula jerked her mouth from his and wriggled out of his grasp, letting her skirt and slip fall back to conceal her.
"Man, you really come on!" she exclaimed with a little laugh as she straightened her panty elastic through her outer clothes. "How about letting me undress for you, hm?"
"Okay," he grinned lustfully. "I always liked strip shows."
He sat down quickly, as if ashamed of the bulge in his pants, and she moved over beside the bed.
Her dress was pink, and this she removed quickly. It left her in a pink bra and matching short lacy slip. She watched Lyle's eyes as she took her time laying the dress aside. He was eating her up. she was pleased and encouraged.
Now she turned momentarily the other way and lowered her slip.
Man, the can on her! Lyle thought. It was the prettiest he had ever seen.
Her stockings had narrow welts which were elasticized to hold them up, so no harness was necessary. She wore only pink bra and pants, hose, and white, high-heeled shoes.
She turned to face him, and the darkness which showed through the pink nylon at her crotch caused his erection to throb higher. What a luscious babe! He had to be the luckiest guy in the world tonight.
He didn't waste a thought on Jill and Joe and what they were doing in an adjacent room. First things came first in Lyle Carpenter's mind, and the taking of the sexy black-haired witch in front of him was all that mattered now.
She smiled, enjoying his lustful admiration, and again he turned, opening her bra and sliding the ribbons down. She worked her arms free of them and faced him with her hands over her bra cups, holding them on her mounds the way a professional stripper sometimes does to heighten the erotic effect before taking the cups away and showing the customers her pasties.
When Paula let her cups fall, no circular bits of paper or plastic shielded her gorgeous nipples. They were bare and beautifully erect, standing out like little red corks, the disks around them nicely textured and well-defined. Her boobs were white and softly full, but marvelously projecting.
"Do you approve?' Paula teased and shook her magnificent tits at him.
That was all the teasing Lyle could take. He had to possess this lovely creature without another moment's delay.
He lunged from his chair and rushed her. She was able only to gasp as he powered her onto her back across the wide luxurious bed, and she thought fleetingly of Uncle Jack and the way he had taken her long ago.
"Easy, darling...." she begged as Lyle pulled down her pink silk pants and tore them off her legs.
She let her legs fall wantonly apart, her knees up slightly.
Lyle stared at her black-haired snatch as he threw off his coat, jerked his tie loose from his throat, and pulled at the buttons down the front of his shirt. Laughing, she placed her hands at his waist and opened his trousers. She palmed the moist peak in his knitted briefs as he tossed his shirt away. Now he gripped his underwear at the waist and whisked it down to his knees together with his pants.
His long penis angled high.
Paula tried to grasp it to bare its head, but Lyle pushed her hands away and propelled himself forward on top of her. Holding his shaft, he felt for her opening. He found it and pulled his skin back just as he slid himself into her.
"Oh!" she cried when she felt all his rigid length in a single lunge. "What a big one!"
"Bigger than Joe's, huh?" he said between heavy breaths. He was sprawled on his elbows, his hands gripping and squeezing her tits.
"It's big! Let's just say that."
He started to pull and thrust vigorously.
At first Paula wasn't alarmed, because many men liked to go with some real strong thrusts at the beginning, to get the total feel of what was around them before they settled down to work on it in earnest.
But when he kept up the brisk pumping and actually increased its tempo, she cried out:
"For God's sake, take it easy!" she tried to grasp his hips to hold him off.
He wouldn't be slowed.
"Lyle! Jesus, I'm not that fast!"
He came, spurting and bucking, his eyes rolling back. The thrill was exquisite for him.
And then it was over.
"Damn you!" Paula cried. "What's the flipping idea, anyway?"
"You didn't make it?" he mumbled.
"You know good and Goddamned well I didn't!" Tears were in her eyes. She was quivering with dammed up passion.
"I'm sorry," he said. "We'll try again in the morning."
"Morning?" she shrieked. "You expect me to wait until morning when I'm like this?"
She began to move around him, hoping she could stiffen him up, but he oozed out of her. He rolled onto his back.
"I'm sorry you're slow," he breathed. He leaned to turn the light out. "No! Keep it on." He squinted at her curiously. "Kiss me to it, will you?" she asked. "What do you mean?"
"Kiss me here." Her hand showed him. "Hell, no!" he snorted.
She hadn't been so angry for as long as she could remember. A terrible turmoil was raging within her.
She leaped to her haunches, her large breasts tossing, and then she fell across him on hands and knees, her luscious tits cascading down.
She dropped her face toward his loins.
"Cut it out!" he yelled and tried to wrestle her away, but she was persistent and brought her mouth into contact with his limp penis.
The touch gave him a peculiar sensation. He had never experienced fellatio. He had thought about it but he considered it dirty and sinful.
Now, when he was freshly sated, the idea was thoroughly repugnant to him. Yet his body experienced a twinge of response, and this momentarily lessened his resistence.
Paula's seeking mouth took him in. she began to stimulate him with sucking contractions of her lips.
"Heyyy ... stop-that!" he snarled, recovering from his momentary confusion. He viciously threw her off him. "Wait until morning, damn it! What are you-a nymphomaniac or something?"
Paula could hardly believe her ears. How could a man be so dense? Didn't he know anything about women? Was Jill so flipping fast that he could satisfy her with a dozen strokes? And if he didn't satisfy her, did she take it and keep quiet? Hadn't he ever tumbled other broads, for Christ's sake?
She rose to her hands and knees again and looked down at him.
"Do you know what I ought to do?" she raged. "I ought to run out of here just the way I am, bare ass, and grab the first man I see. Then I ought to bring him back and let him screw me on this bed so you can see how it's done."
"Don't be foul-mouthed," he said. "How much did you have to drink tonight, anyway?"
"You think I'm drunk, you poor jerk?' She laughed bitterly. "I had exactly two martinis before dinner like everybody else and a glass and a half of Burgundy with the meal. And as for being foul-mouthed...."
"Paula, for God's sake, shut up! Let's get some sleep. I told you, we'll try again in the morning."
Paula lay down on her back, astounded. She had never in all her life met a man like this. How in heaven's name did Jill put up with him? she shut her eyes to try to ease the torment that was raging through her. Every nerve in her body was quivering. Her heart thudded.
The bed creaked as Lyle reached and turned the light out. "Good night," he said. He rolled onto his side, facing away from her.
The insufferable jackass! she thought.
She considered getting up, throwing some clothes on and going to Joe's room. Regardless of how many times he had taken Jill, he would be able to do something for her. That way she could achieve satisfaction.
But she couldn't do it. Jill would be terribly embarrassed, and Joe would probably never forgive her. After all, the whole game was her idea in the first place.
No, she would have to suffer in silence.
Well ... perhaps not. There was a way, but it shamed her to think she would have to resort to it.
Her right hand crawled across her soft belly and down into her moist bed of curls. She parted her tingling lips and ran her middle finger into her crevice. Oooo ... that felt good.
She began to stimulate herself slowly as she stared into the darkness and created a fantasy of man above woman, probing and plunging. The man was not Lyle, nor Joe. He was a faceless man-virile and tireless-with a heavy prick which he pumped into her.
Her own hand, now with two fingers employed, supplied the friction, stroking across her throbbing little clit. Her other hand rubbed her breasts, whose nipples were just as stiff as her clitoris was.
Come on. .come on, she mentally exhorted her imaginary lover, and her hips began to twist. This caused the bed to vibrate.
"Paula? What're you doing?" Lyle's voice was sleepy.
Shut up, you creep! she thought as she went right on.
"Paula?" He sat up and switched on the light.
He caught her in the midst of it and again robbed her of a climax.
She shrieked and leaped off the bed, sobbing as she hip-Wiggled to the bathroom.
The crazy fiend! he thought. No wonder she thought up this swapping business. Joe couldn't satisfy her. No man could. She ought to put herself into a whorehouse where she could take them on one after the other. Maybe then she would get there.
He stared for a moment at the partially open bathroom door through which light showed, then snapped off the bedside lamp and lay back.
Hell, maybe I'd better get my clothes on and get out, he thought. I've screwed her. That's all I wanted. She's got a hell of a body and I enjoyed it. Maybe I was a little faster than usual because of that, but she certainly had no cause to kick up a fuss.
He thought of Jill with Joe:
I wonder if she's under him right now with his rod sliding up and down inside her. What I ought to do is go to their room and drag her out. But Joe would be mad as hell. He might slug me.
Shit! I should never have agreed to this kooky scheme.
But Paula's sure built. Humping her is something I can remember for a long time to come.
Imagine that bitch, wanting me to lap her? I suppose Joe does that. That's probably the only way he can keep her quiet, the poor slob.
In the bathroom Paula sat on the toilet with her legs spread. She was working on herself again. This time her progress was especially slow because of the effect of her double humiliation. But she gradually inched toward a climax.
When she reached it, her release was soft and not very satisfying, but at least the rubber band was no longer taut. She could return to bed and fall asleep.
Sleep beside Lyle-that clod?
No. She would sleep in the car instead.
She washed her hands and returned to the bedroom.
She should have cleansed herself in another respect as well, but she couldn't do that now. She began gathering her clothes.
"What're you doing?" Lyle growled from the bed.
"I'm going to spend the night in the car," she informed him angrily.
He sat up, staring at her in the dim light from the bathroom. Then he realized that this would look bad for him. What would Jill think when she found Paula there in the morning?
"For Pete's sake, come to bed," he said. "I'm sorryl Does that make you feel any better?"
She neither replied nor looked at him. She had straightened her pink briefs and now was getting into them, breasts bobbing.
"Paula ... look. I don't Want you to sleep outside. Come on back to bed."
"Go to hell!" she snapped.
He sprang from the bed and walked over to her. He gripped her by the arm and made her look at him. Her make-up was a mess. Her hair was mussed and her mascara had run down her cheeks. Her eyes were tortured.
"I'll try extra-hard in the morning," he said, controlling his voice with an effort.
"Oh, will you! I wouldn't let you touch me again."
His pride couldn't take any more and he swung his hand, slapping her hard across the cheek. She gasped and clutched herself. Now her eyes took on a different look altogether. There was grudging admiration in them.
"I said, come back to bed," he stated firmly.
They stared at each other for a few moments and he released his hold on her. she walked around the bed and got in, wearing her stockings and pants.
He gazed down at her for a little while, as if to satisfy himself that she intended to remain where she was. Then he walked to the bathroom and turned off the light.
He returned to bed and got in beside her silently. He lay on his back and thought about all that had happened.
"Paula?"
"What is it?" Her tone was flat.
"You and Joe-do you make it with him?"
"Always."
"The straight way?"
"Any way at all." He swallowed.
She said, "I've never been with a man who couldn't make me climax."
He turned to gaze at her in the darkness. "No bull? Do you swear that's the truth?"
"Oh, Lyle ... please," she said wearily. "I want to sleep now."
"No. Not yet. Are you leveling with me? Am I that bad?"
"You're atrocious. Unbelievable. And it's such a shame because you're a., handsome man. And you're hung. You ought to give a woman a great deal of pleasure."
"What can I do?" His voice was thin and quavering, like a punished child's.
"Well, don't cry about it. That's first."
"I'm not crying, God damn it! I just want to know. I've been all right with Jill for the three years we've been married."
"Have you? Are you sure?"
"Yes!" he exclaimed, but his tone was defensive. "She gets there ... most of the time."
"I'll bet she doesn't tell you how many times she misses out. If there's one thing that a wife knows, it's that she has to be careful of her husband's precious ego. But I don't have to worry about your ego, you see. I'm not married to you."
"Paula...." His voice almost failed him, but he forced himself to say: "Help me, will you?"
She turned toward him. "Do you mean that? You really want me to?"
"Yes."
She considered.
"All right,"-she said finally. "But not tonight. We've made too much of a mess of things. Let's go to sleep. In the morning we won't tell Joe or Jill what happened. Then in a day or two I'll keep that date you wanted to make with me. That is, if you still want to."
"Yes!" he said gratefully. "I do."
"All right, tiger," she murmured and kissed him on the cheek. "Now, good night."
"Good night, Paula. I'm really sorry."
"All right, Lyle. So am I."
They kissed.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It had been so long since Jill had gotten a really good loving that she had almost forgotten what it felt like.
In the early days of her marriage, she had made allowances for Lyle's ineptness. Her love for him had blinded her to his clumsiness at sex To her, at that particular time, physical considerations were secondary; she had chosen the man with whom she would spend the rest of her life, for whom she would create a home, and by whom she would have her children. But as time went on and he didn't improve as a lover, frustration accumulated. Still, she refused to face the issue squarely, she forced herself to concentrate on the good points of their marriage.
But now, after a night with Joe, she couldn't deny the importance of sex any longer. He had reawakened her to its glory. And she remembered now how good it had been with the few men she had gone to bed with before her marriage.
As the first light of dawn crept across the desert and seeped dimly through the drapes into the room which she shared with Joe, she looked at the sleeping male who lay on his back beside her, his dark hair mussed and his cheeks bristling with whiskers. He was nude, and the bedclothes covered him only as high as his navel. , she sat up and smiled to herself as she brushed an errant lock of blonde hair away from her eye. She reached and carefully lifted the covers and tossed them over the foot of the bed.
She gazed at Joe's maleness, which lay relaxed at his crotch. New desire surged within her.
She got up on her knees and hesitated for a moment, wondering if it would be all right to awaken him this way or whether he would be angry. She decided she would have to do it whether it made him angry or not.
Extending a smooth slim leg over his supine form, she straddled him and let herself down. His soft penis and testicles felt peculiar against her snatch.
He made a little sound and turned his head on the pillow. His eyes remained closed.
She bent and began kissing him around the face. His prickly beard was uncomfortable to her lips and cheek, but she overlooked that. She inserted her tongue tip between his lips and moved it back and forth shal-lowly.
"Nnnn," he said and twisted again, but he continued to sleep.
She backed up a little and started kissing him on his hairy chest. She licked at one of his masculine nipples while she rubbed the other one.
She was seated on his thighs now, and his sex was exposed. She looked at it and noted that his pecker had flattened out a little. It looked as if it were thinking of standing up. Yet he apparently hadn't awakened.
She put her hand on him, wrapping it around the good-sized soft cylinder of flesh. She began to manipulate it.
It stiffened quickly.
And Joe woke up.
"Hey...!" he said.
"Surprise," she smiled, her blue eyes twinkling in the sparse light.
"How long has this been going on?" he asked in a voice that was husky from sleep. He smiled and his hands lifted to her bare breasts.
"Not long. Kissing wouldn't wake you up, but when I started to play with you down here, that did the trick. Mmmm," she said, watching what her hand was doing, "that's a nice big tool you carry. And it's so hard!"
"Let's see if we can put it to some use," he suggested.
"Just what I had in mind."
She raised herself and moved forward, tilting his rod so that it touched the soft moist center of her desire. She lowered herself slowly and absorbed him.
He let out a blissful breath. "Oh, what a beautiful morning!" he said and she went to work.
She twisted delightfully and stroked up and down on him. The sensation was wonderful.
Lyle would never let her sit on him like this. As far as he was concerned, sex could be practiced in only one way.
Lyle I She didn't even want to think of him now.
To Joe, the sliding clasping pressure of her lubricated pussy was sheer delight. She moved it so nicely, and her little trim tits jogged tightly up and down. He used the flat of his hand to caress her straight tummy, then lifted both hands to her breasts and twiddled them like knobs on some marvelous sex-control panel.
The knob-twiddling seemed to accomplish something, too, because Jill increased the agitation of her warm, wet cunt, and pretty soon it felt so extremely good that Joe had to assume a more dynamic position with her, one that would give him complete control of the action.
"Hold on," he said, gripping her. "We're going to roll over."
She stopped moving and adjusted her legs. The locked lovers rolled, and he stayed in. She threw her legs up over his back.
"Go, man!" she exclaimed lustily. "Rock me like hell!"
He rocked her. He socked it to her. And by this time she was ready to take it just like that. She thrilled to the rapid driving action of his thick stiff rod and she pushed herself against him, squeezing him with her encircling legs.
"Oh, yes!" she exclaimed. "More ... more ... give it to me! That's it! I love it! Oh, you stud! Give it to me haaard...!"
She climaxed, gripping him and squealing, arching her body and throwing her head back, her mouth and eyes wide open.
His release was beautiful and complete, draining him of every drop of lust.
Later, as she bathed, Jill reviewed in her mind all the pleasure she'd received during the last few hours and she decided that her life couldn't go on as it had been. She couldn't permit Lyle to continue cheating her out of the sweet satisfaction which sex should give.
Now she felt blissfully relaxed. It-was as if she had undergone a marvelous chiropractic or osteopathic treatment at some fine doctor's skilled hands. The subtle tension which she had learned to live with during the last couple of years was gone, washed away on a glorious tide of release.
The foursome met at the appointed time for breakfast and Jill was radiant. Joe was smiling. Lyle looked edgy, more so than on the afternoon before. Paula smiled, and it was impossible to tell exactly how she felt or what she was thinking, but there was a touch of darkness underneath her eyes.
Everyone looked at everyone else, as if in a sense they were all seeing one another for the first time. Lyle's glance at Jill was at once apprehensive and slightly accusing, she smiled at him and at Joe and Paula. This morning she had smiles for the whole wide world.
The question of how they had spent the previous night was not discussed. They talked about everything but that, though it obviously dominated each person's thoughts as they looked at one another.
When breakfast was about over, Paula excused herself and got up from the table. "Wait ... I'll join you," Jill said, and they trotted off to the ladies' room together.
As soon as the door had closed and they found that they were alone, Jill asked, "Well?" Her eyes were sparkling as she eagerly awaited a report.
Paula shrugged and sat down at a make-up mirror.
"Nothing?"
"It was all right. How did you and Joe make out?"
"Heavenly!"
Paula turned on the stool and gazed at her friend.
"I'm sorry," Jill said.' "I suppose I shouldn't gush so. But I can't help it. He's a marvelous lover, Paula. He zinged me into orbit three times. But, then, I don't have to tell you how good he is, do I? He's your husband!" She laughed.
"I'm glad you enjoyed yourselves," Paula said in a flat voice and resumed working on her face.
"You climaxed with Lyle?"
"Why shouldn't I have?"
"No reason. I just wondered. Sometimes he's ... well, a little eager."
"He was that, all right. But we made out okay."
Jill was dying to ask other questions. She had hoped Paula would open up and speak frankly with her. But a curtain seemed to have been drawn between them. Jill wasn't sure why, unless it was because of her enthusiastic praise of Joe.
She should have thought before she let that out.
But she felt so blasted good this morning that she couldn't help letting everyone know.
Now Paula probably was worried. And she had something to be concerned about. She had a damned good man. But she didn't need to fear Jill. After all, they were friends and no woman would deliberately set about to steal a friend's husband.
Would she?
Jill sat down and went to work with her lipstick. "This swapping is quite a kick," she said. "I think I'll try to get Lyle to do it some more."
Paula glanced at her. "You mean with other couples?"
"Mmm. Or with you and Joe again, if you want to."
"We'll see."
Jill watched her friend and hesitated. Then she said, "Look, kid, if there's something you want to tell me, go ahead."
"There's nothing." Paula forced a smile.
"I'm sorry for the way I talked a little while ago about Joe. I didn't mean anything by it. You understand that, don't you?"
"Sure. It's all right."
"He is a great guy, but I'm not hung up on him or anything. Please believe me."
"I do. Now let's forget about it." Paula got up.
During the period that the girls were away from the table, "the two men hadn't exchanged more than a dozen words. Joe had tried to launch a conversation, but Lyle had answered him briskly and looked away.
He's still upset, Joe thought. I wonder how things went last night with him and Paula.
He could hardly wait until he was alone with Paula to find out.
The opportunity presented itself after they drove back to the hotel and the married couples paired off.
"Okay, tell me everything," Joe said as soon as he and Paula had entered his room. "How was Lyle? I understand from Jill that he isn't oral."
"No, he isn't."
He gazed at her eagerly. "Well, is that all you're going to say?"
"He was all right." She moved past him and busied herself by pawing in her purse. "Jill certainly raved about you. You must have given her the full treatment."
"Sure did," he replied jauntily. "It isn't often that a married man gets his wife's sanction to screw around. I wanted to make the most of it."
"How was she?"
"Fun. It was a pleasant change." He grinned at Paula. "Well, what would you expect me to say?"
"Was she a quick study? I mean, did she pop right away? I
"She's about average, I guess." He had his back turned and was opening his suitcase. "No faster than me?"
"I wouldn't say so." He glanced at her. "What's this line of questioning all about?
"Nothing. A girl just likes to know how she stacks up against the competition."
He turned to her with a smile and took her in his arms. "Baby, you've got no competition as far as I'm concerned. And I hope you still feel that way about me. Last night didn't mean a thing except momentary fun. And as for stacking up, these tits of yours beat Jill's by a mile." He put his hands around them and squeezed them through her blouse and bra.
"Go on. I'll bet you got a kick out of Jill's smaller ones."
"Sure. As a novelty. But I wouldn't think of trading yours for hers as a regular diet. Hey, I made a joke!" He laughed. "Anyway, tits are only part of a woman's appeal. The entire body amounts to no more than half. The rest is mental-the kind of person she is, how her personality excites you. Nobody can get to me like you can, darling."
"You're talkative this morning," she said, eyeing him half suspiciously.
"And that's not all."
He gathered her warmly in his arms and gave her a deep passionate kiss.
She felt a hundred per cent better. She had been right about Joe. She didn't have to worry about him.
The only thing she hadn't been right about was her choice of the Carpenters as swapping partners. But how could she have known Lyle would be such a dismal disappointment?
In the cold light of morning she had regretted her promise to meet him on a private date and try to help him with his sex technique. What in the world did she want to do that for? He was Jill's problem, not hers. The less she had to do with him, the better.
But it looked as if she was hooked, unless he changed his mind.
After the kiss had ended, Joe said, "No kidding ... how was Lyle as a lover? I'm naturally curious."
"I told you he was all right. Nothing sensational."
"I get the feeling you're holding something back," he said, eyeing her closely. "And he seemed edgy this morning. He would hardly talk to me."
"I think he regrets the whole thing. He's probably giving Jill a bad time right now."
"Because she was with me, hm?"
Paula nodded.
"That's the risk of swap sessions like this. Some people' just can't handle it. Husbands especially." A mischievous glint came into Joe's eyes. "But I bet he was happy enough about the arrangement last night."
"He didn't exactly throw rocks at me, if that's what you mean."
"I'll bet not." Joe turned to the mirror and began adjusting his tie. "How's he hung?"
"Longer than you. Now, aren't you sorry you asked?"
"Nope," he said and threw her a grin. "Length isn't very important, as you know good and well. Most of a woman's nerves are at the entrance. It's what a man does with what he's got that counts."
"All right, you conceited character."
He gave her an affectionate slap on the buttocks and was happy to feel their plumpness. Yes sir, swapping was fun but it could make a guy appreciate what he had.
Next door, Jill and Lyle were going at it verbally. It had started the moment they stepped into the room.
"Why are you all-smiles this morning?" he challenged. "Don't tell me you actually enjoyed yourself."
"Yes, Lyle, I did," she said firmly. "How did you and Paula make out?"
"Just great." He didn't look at her.
"Fine. I'm glad to hear that."
"I think this whole business was a mistake. People shouldn't fool around with sex. It's not supposed to be a game, and it shouldn't be turned into one."
"I have no regrets," she said, surveying herself in the mirror.
"You don't think there's anything wrong about it, hm?"
"No. Since we all agreed."
"Well, I agreed against my better judgment. And never again."
"I guess that means you didn't care much for Paula."
"How I feel about Paula has nothing to do with it. She's an attractive woman, but She has the soul of a slut."
"Oh?" Jill turned and faced him.
"She thought up this sordid business. Only a slut would suggest such a thing."
"Then I must be a slut, too, by your standards, because I'd like to do it again."
"With Joe?' Lyle's eyes narrowed. He looked as if he were about to spring out of his chair.
"Not especially. It could be with somebody else."
"Well, I forbid it. We're never going to do it again. You understand that?"
"I hear you, but I don't know as I'll agree."
They glared at each other.
Jill was at the point of having everything out with him right now. They had kept their physical problem under wraps for too long.' She wasn't sure that this was the best time, but if he kept pushing her it was going to happen. She wasn't going to put up with much more.
He stood up. "You're my wife, Jill, and you'll do as I say. That's a wife's duty."
"How about a husband's duty?" she snapped back.
"I do mine. I make a good living. You have a nice place to live, good clothes, and I love you. What more could you want?"
"Some physical proof of that love. I'm tired of being treated like a ... a whore."
He squinted. "What are you saying?"
"That you don't treat me in bed as if you love me. You're not considerate. You only think of your own pleasure."
"Oh, so that's it! Joe showed you a better time than I do, huh?' His eyes were snapping, his tone vicious. "Yes, if you want to know the truth!" Her head was back and she looked directly at him in defiance. "I'm not in love with Joe. He doesn't mean anything to me in that way. But he certainly knows how to please a woman. I climaxed three times."
Her words stung Lyle. He had been unable to bring Paula to even one climax. Now he realized that Paula was right when she had said Jill probably missed an orgasm much of the time with him.
Lyle reacted defensively. He sought to protect himself by striking back:
"There's something wrong with a woman who would compare her husband, who loves her, to a stud who's just out for a good time. Maybe you don't love me at all."
"Listen, Lyle...." Tears were welling up in her eyes. "If I didn't love you, I wouldn't put up with all the hell you've given me."
"Hell?"
"Yes! That's what I said. Night after night of barely getting there or not getting there at all, having to fight to hold you back so I can grab a small twinge of pleasure while you're wallowing in your schoolboy lust. I'm sick and tired of it."
"AU right! You're sick and tired? Maybe I'm sick and tired, too. I don't have to be talked to this way. Thank God we held off having a family. Maybe this swapping was a damned good thing. It showed me what kind of a tramp I'm married to."
His use of that word was more than Jill could stand. She shrieked in anguish and swung her hand against the side of his face with all the force she could put behind it.
The slap stung him. For a moment he saw red, and then he grasped her and twisted her around, pitching her face downward across his legs as he dropped into a chair.
As she wailed, he lifted his right hand and brought it down across her fanny, spanking her smartly. The jiggle of firm flesh beneath her skirt and pants felt good to him. The fact that he was proving his mastery felt even better.
He spanked her again, and then he decided that she didn't deserve to have even the protection which her thin clothing afforded. So he leaned against her upper back to hold her in place and he used both hands to work her skirt and slip up to her waist.
White briefs sheathed her bottom. Garter straps traveled from underneath them and down her thighs to grip the tops of her light brown stockings.
As she cried out and kicked and tried to get away, making absolutely no progress toward doing so, Lyle lifted his right hand again and brought it down on her panty seat. It made a sharper sound. Her buttocks shook the thin clinging nylon. She shrieked.
Lyle's hand stung pleasantly. He lifted his arm and let her have it again.
Now he decided that he shouldn't even allow her to keep her pants on, so he dug underneath her rumpled skirt and slip to grasp the top elastic of the small garment. He yanked, stretching the elastic back. Gradually it pulled out from under her and the panties came down, baring the compact beauty of her smooth feminine rear.
He left the panties twisted at her stocking tops and began to smack her on the bare buttocks. The little arcs danced, she cried and struggled, causing her bare ass to twist. He brought his hand down against it time after time, harder and harder, until she was moaning piteously and her bottom turned pink.
Then he shoved her off his knees and let her roll into a heap on the rug. He glimpsed the blonde tuft at her loins, but it didn't interest him as a sex object now.
He was, however, aroused. His penis was stiff, poking uncomfortably against the constriction of his jockey shorts.
He got up and strode into the bathroom. He closed and locked the door.
He took out his rod and moved up to the bathtub. He began to work his hand rapidly back and forth on the throbbing length of his manhood, visualizing his wife's bare ass as he had just seen it, then Paula's lush beauty which had been exposed to him the night before.
He tightened inside.
His hand flew faster.
Suddenly he strained upward on the balls of his feet and his passion leaped as his lower body bucked spasmodically. He groaned.
When he had washed and returned to the other room, Jill was seated at the dresser mirror, repairing her make-up. He noted that her weight was on only one buttock. She shifted painfully, transferring her weight to the other cheek.
He stared at her, not knowing what to say.
The anger-in fact, all feeling-was out of him now. He was left with a sense of vague desolation.
His lips parted. He closed them and wallowed. His lips moved again, as if he were about to speak, but no sound came out.
He strode to the door and out into the blazing mid-morning sun.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"I've left him," Jill announced. "I thought you should be the first to know."
Paula sat up in bed. One shoulder strap of her flimsy nightgown slipped down her arm and a large ripe breast poked out.
She looked at the clock. It was quarter past nine. She'd gone back to bed, as she customarily did after Joe left for work, and she had slept longer than she intended to. Jill's call had awakened her.
"Was it ... because of what happened Saturday night?' Paula asked.
"Partly that, I guess. But our trouble has been brewing for some time. Level with me, Paula-Lyle's a terrible lover, isn't he?"
The girl needed reassurance, and it was only fair that Paula should give it to her because her complaint against Lyle was certainly justified.
Paula felt a greater sense of loyalty toward Jill than toward Lyle, in spite of the stupid promise she had made him.
"Yes," Paula said. "He was awful."
"Why didn't you admit that yesterday morning?"
"I promised him I wouldn't. He was pretty upset about it."
"He didn't satisfy you, is that it?"
"I had to diddle myself in the bathroom."
"You poor kid. Now you know what I've be en putting up with for three years."
"I don't know how you've stood it. If I found myself tied to a man like that, I'd either wise him up or throw him out."
"Well, he's out now. Only I was the one to leave home. I'm calling from a hotel."
"What are you going to do, divorce him?"
"I suppose so. I haven't thought that far ahead. We had a terrible row yesterday before we left the motel."
"I figured as much. You looked as if you'd been crying, and Lyle hardly said a word when you got into your car. Do you still love him?" Paula inquired softly.
"I don't know. I thought I did until we had that fight. You know, he actually spanked me. On my bare behind."
A little thrill went through Paula.
"I'd never been so humiliated in my life," Jill went on. "I don't see how we can ever get together."
"Maybe if Lyle were to wise up...."
"I don't think there's much hope of that. I tried to have it out with him, but he's got so much pride he wouldn't admit he was at fault at all."
Paula thought of her conversation with him when the lights were out, just before they fell asleep Saturday night. His pride had slipped then, and she had gotten a glimpse of the man underneath. He would be calling her for a date in the next day or so, she believed.
Suddenly she decided to breach Lyle's confidence completely. It would be for everyone's good, all the way around.
"Jill, listen-I'm going to tell you something you may not like at first, but hear me out. If you still have any feeling for Lyle, if there's the slightest chance of it, this may be the way to save your marriage."
"What are you talking about?"
"After Lyle failed with me we had a scene that was a dandy. I told him just what I thought of him. He said some nasty things, too. But later, when I threatened to leave the room and spend the night in the car, he begged me to come back to bed. After the lights were out, he let his hair down. He asked me to help him-to show him how to please a woman."
"What?"
"I said it was hopeless that night, so he asked me if I would date him after we got home. I said I would."
"Paula!"
"I know. We had agreed there wouldn't be any hang-ups. And, believe me, I'm not in love with Lyle. After he made such a mess of everything, I never wanted him to touch me again. But later, my heart went out to him. The poor guy really does need help, and I think I can straighten him out if he'll let me. There's no physical reason why he shouldn't be a good lover."
"You're going to keep the date?"
"For your sake now," Paula said. "That is, if you say it's okay. Otherwise I won't."
"What a proposition to put to a girl!"
"Well, look at it this way. The guy is no good to you now. You two will probably never get back together by yourselves because Lyle's pride is too great for him to crawl on his belly to you. And if you go to him and offer to work out his problem, he won't accept your help. He wouldn't even discuss it yesterday, would he?"
"No," Jill admitted.
"But he discussed it with me. He even asked me to help him."
"And you believe you can?"
"Yes. If he will do what I say. He probably will, because he must be pretty shook by now."
"Oh, Paula, I don't know what to tell you. I'm not sure I want him back at all. And if it takes another woman to teach him how to make love...."
"Be glad another woman is willing," Paula said.
"How do I know he won't fall for you? Maybe he has already."
"Maybe. But I can promise you this-I won't fall for him. I have a husband I'm very happy with. I'd never drop Joe for another man or even take a lover on the side."
"Well...."
"If s up to you, kid. Do you want to think about it and call me back?"
There was a short pause, after which Jill said, "No. I don't need to think about it. Go ahead with the date."
Paula felt a little burst of warmth inside. "Okay. I won't tell you when or where in advance, but I'll be in touch with you afterward. In the meantime, hold the right thought."
Jill laughed nervously. "This has got to be the kookiest deal two women ever made."
"Kooky maybe. But smart, I think. Lyle has possibilities. If I didn't believe that, I wouldn't want to spend time with him."
"I think I do still love the guy," Jill admitted. "So do your best, hm?"
"Don't worry, honey. If there's a way to turn him into a lover, I'll find it. You just may be surprised when you get him back."
They said good-bye and hung up.
Not two hours later, Lyle called. He said nothing about having broken up with Jill, and Paula didn't let on that she knew about it. They made a date to meet at a secluded spot just outside town at two o'clock that afternoon.
She bathed with special care, dusted herself with powder and applied touches of perfume exactly where they would exert the strongest erotic effect-behind her ears, between her tits, at the backs of her elbows and knees, and at the upper reaches of her inner thighs.
She dressed in dark blue stretch pants and a lustrous broadcloth shirt which featured navy polka dots on white. Her tits formed luscious mountains in the shirt front, and her backside wiggled temptingly in the thin snug-fitting pants. Under the outfit she wore just bra and briefs.
Lyle was waiting when she arrived at the appointed spot to meet him. She parked her Sunbeam roadster and joined him in his Chevrolet sedan.
"Hello, friend," she smiled. "How come they let you get away from the bank at this hour?"
He smiled. "I'm a trustee now. I can come and go as I please."
He seemed a little nervous, but he obviously wanted to make the most of this afternoon, and this gave Paula encouragement.
It would be incorrect to say she had only Jill's welfare in mind when she agreed to keep the date. She was stimulated by the challenge which Lyle presented. Also, what Jill had said about his spanking of her had tripped a switch in Paula's psyche. She liked a little roughness sometimes, and it had been quite a while since she had been with a man who would supply it. Lyle had slapped her once the other night, and that had opened her eyes to a different side of him. Now, after what Jill had said, she believed this side was one which would bear cultivating.
"Let's go to a motel on Riverside Road," he suggested. "Is that all right?"
"Sure."
"Do you want to stop for a drink or anything?"
"Mm-mmm," she smiled at him as she shook her head.
He loved the way her long black hair stirred in the breeze that was passing through the car. It was a pleasant fall day in the Southwest-not hot, but just right for shirtsleeves.
"I might make it rough for you today, Lyle," she warned. "Are you prepared?"
"I'm prepared for anything, Paula."
"Okay. I'll hold you to that."
When they came to a good-looking motel, he drove in and parked the car just past the office. He walked back and registered. There were no complications.
As soon as they had entered the room and closed the door behind them, Lyle said, "Well, I'm in your hands. Tell me what's first, teacher."
"First, we both strip."
"Just like that?"
"Exactly. There are lots of little ways you can fool around in undressing a woman, but today we're going to deal with basics. That's where you need the most help. And don't get sore if I'm pretty outspoken with you. I'm not going to try to protect your feelings. I want to teach you something, okay?"
"Agreed," he said.
They undressed in full view of each other. As soon as Paula popped her big breasts out of her brassiere, Lyle's excitement went up. She was nude by the time he slipped off his shorts, and his long shaft angled out and slightly upward.
"You certainly aren't slow to arouse," she said with a smile as she admired him like that.
"I guess that's my trouble," he admitted sheepishly.
He seemed a totally different person than he was the other night. The disaster with Paula at The Springs, followed by Jill's walking .out on him, had produced a startling effect.
"All right," Paula said as she turned toward the bed and bent to strip down the covers. He stared at the wisp of dark hair that was visible between her lush creamy thighs when she leaned forward.
"I'm going to lie down," she continued, "and you're going to kiss me good. Nothing but kissing and caressing until I tell you, all right?"
He looked at her, his passion high and straining. "I'll try to hold off," he said as he moistened his lips.
"No. You won't try. You'll do it! The first time you do things your own way, I'll put on my clothes and run out of here. Is that understood?" He grinned. "Okay, boss."
She lay down, parting her legs a little and keeping them flat against the bed. He stared at the marvelous beauty of her tufted mound, its hair so black next to the light creaminess of the surrounding skin. Her breasts formed high mountains, even though they spread a little to the sides. The nipples at their crests were standing-full and large and red.
"Get onto your knees beside me," she murmured as he approached, his bowsprit pointing the way. He did this.
She lifted her arms to him. "Now kiss me on the lips and all around the face and neck. Don't even touch me anywhere else."
They embraced around the shoulders and he kissed her as she had suggested. So far, he was having no real difficulty maintaining his control, though the pressure of her body against him was a powerful lure.
"Now work your way down and keep kissing," she murmured as he mouthed her ear. "You can put your hands on my tits. Play with them while you kiss my shoulders, then take a nipple into your mouth. Nibble at it gently."
His hands crawled about her firm-packed, warm, satiny globes. He squeezed them and rolled them a little, catching her projecting thick nipples between his forefingers and thumbs.
"That's good," she said, her breathing becoming deeper. "Play with 'them like that. It's all right to pinch a little. Some woman like it harder than others. I don't mind if you hurt ... but not too much."
He squeezed and rolled her adorable plump scarlet nipples as he kissed her all around the shoulders.
"Oooh, yes!" she said. "That's good." She was breathing hard. "Now take a titty in your mouth."
Her outspoken language stimulated him. He wasn't accustomed to hearing women talk that way.
The moment that he had her luscious nipple between his lips, a tremendous desire overcame him to leap astride her and drive his flaming phallus into her molten depths.
But he managed to hold off, and he followed the advice which seemed to come to him from a great distance, telling him how to make love to her nipple. Paula discussed everything-the use of his lips and teeth and tongue. Then she had him switch breasts and apply the same stimulation to the other one while his hand kept up the arousal of the first.
He continued to kiss her and his desire raged so high that a knot formed at his throat and he thought his sexual organ would burst. Paula's slightly husky voice, punctuated by an occasional gasp or soft sigh, dealt with a new subject while her cool hand touched him at the loins, brushing his upstanding hardness:
"You have to expect a woman to handle this while you're kissing and petting her. And you have to learn to take it without getting so excited that you want to finish everything right away. Passionate women are fascinated by the penis. They don't have one and it's the symbol of man to them. They like to stroke it and play with it," she said as her hand moved very lightly along his length, her fingers curled. "Sometimes they like to kiss it, too."
He raised his mouth from her breasts and rattled, "I can't take that."
"You have to learn to if you want to please a woman. Hasn't Jill ever kissed your cock?"
"No," he said quickly.
"Just the same, I'll bet she'd like to." (Joe had broken down and told Paula last night how Jill had gone oral with him.)
Paula rolled Lyle's foreskin back and caressed his smooth moist head.
"Jesus!" he panted. "Do much of that and I'll go off."
"Really? You're that close?"
"Am I!"
She took her hand away and said, "All right. Since you have such a short fuse, you'll have to remember to get the woman real worked up before things get to the final phase. Kiss my belly. Start around the navel. Dig your tongue tip into it."
He bent and began browsing on her smooth soft flesh.
"Lick a little," she said.
He put out his tongue and followed her directions. He dipped into her little cup.
"Now slide down," she breathed with a touch of roughness. "Get into my hair."
"Damn it, Paula!" he said as he lifted his head.
"You have to!" she stated firmly. "Women go wild for that. Take my word for it. A man who won't eat pussy is a lousy lover in my book."
"But I...." He looked down at her and gently parted her legs. "I don't think I'll ... like it."
"How do you know? Have you ever tried?"
"No."
"Then try it. Right now. If you don't like it at first, keep doing it. Men tell me it's an acquired taste."
Lyle approached her dark shrine with fear and trembling. The subtle perfume she had placed between her thighs touched his nostrils and this encouraged him. He had noted the faint scent of talc all over her.
"Pet me first," she breathed heavily. "Along the lips. Ah ... that's it. Now part them and press the hair aside."
Lyle did this and stared at her moist rosy inner flesh. A slight woman scent had reached him, mingled with the talc and perfume.
"Now kiss!" Paula cried.
He drove his face to her, his lips pressing her lips. The wild erotic scent of her engulfed him. He got his first taste of tangy sweetness.
"Use your tongue!" Paula commanded from far away.
He did. His head got light. His stomach gave a little lurch but he kept thrusting his tongue in and out ... in and out faster. She wriggled and moaned and drew her thighs up.
"Find my clit!" Paula cried. "Lick it!"
He found the tense nubbin of flesh and twirled it with his lapping tongue. She was rubbing herself all over his face. He felt as if he were drowning in her redolent slippery warmth.
"Now!" she screamed. "Get your prick into me!"
Lyle came up over her with a snort and powered his pulsing penis all the way into her flowing honeypot.
"A little higher," she gasped. "So it rubs my clit."
He squirmed forward about an inch on his elbows and knees. He started to stroke, his head growing lighter.
"Good!" she said. "That's it! Now go as fast as. you want to."
He stroked with wild abandon, growling and baring his teeth.
She said, "Uh ... uuuh ... uuuuh!"
Her throbbing, bumping climax occurred just before he let go. His finish struck her like squirts from a hot syringe. As she moaned and continued to vibrate, he gripped the mattress at either side of her, his body formed in a bow, every muscle taut.
Gradually the tension left him and he fell forward against her slick panting form. Only then did he realize that her fingernails had been gripping his back and that they had broken the skin.
"Oh ... yes, yes, yes!" she said. "Did you ever do mel That was wonderful, Lylel Beautiful! I've never been satisfied better."
"You mean it? You really mean it?" he panted.
"I do!"
"What happens now?' he gasped at her ear. "Do we go again?"
"Yes," she said. "And I'm going to rouse you the oral way. You'll be able to take it now. I'll have that big dong of yours stiff again in no time."
"Oh, baby. ." he moaned and nuzzled her fragrant neck.
He was happier than he'd ever been in his life, now that all the barriers were down. And he reacted as does many a patient with a therapist of the opposite sex:
He fell in love with her.
CHAPTER NINE
"Goddamnit, no! I won't go back to Jill. I don't want Jill. You're the one I love."
Paula gazed at the handsome nude man who sprawled in a chair near the motel bed. She, also nude, was stretched out on the mattress. A few minutes before, they had completed their fourth session of instruction in the art of making love, and Paula had just informed Lyle that he was graduated.
"Jill's your wife," Paula said. "She needs you."
"The hell she does! She walked out on me."
"That was because of the lousy way you treated her. Now you're a different person. Lyle, she wants you back. She's told me so."
"You've discussed me with her?"
"A little," Paula admitted. "After all, we're good friends."
"Yeah. Such good friends that you think you have to be noble. Well, you don't. You and I are entitled to some happiness, too."
"Your greatest happiness lies in returning to your wife."
"I'm not going back," he stated firmly. "Don't tell me you don't feel something for me after the great times we've had together?"
"Sure I feel something. But it's only physical passion. I pop like a string of firecrackers when you go to work on me, but I'd be the same with any attractive man who knew what he was about. You do now. You have a great deal to offer Jill. Everything will be fine between you two. Take my word for it."
"No!" he said and leaped to his feet. "You have no right to try to pass me back to her. I don't want her any more. Can't you understand that?"
He got onto the bed beside Paula and his mood changed again as he took her tenderly in his arms. "Darn you, you lovely witch," he murmured as he sucked at the hollow of her throat. "You're everything I want-now and forever. I love you, I love you, I love you. That should make it clear."
"But I'm married, Lyle, just as you are. I love my husband. I...."
He was scrambling atop her and she felt that his pecker was hard.
"No!" she exclaimed and forced her thighs together. She pushed at him. "You can't have me any more. We're through."
A strange wild exhilaration began beating through her. Since they had started dating, he had been a marvelous pupil, never giving her any trouble, but that was a trouble in itself. She hadn't had the opportunity to feel the wrath which she knew he was capable of generating and applying to a woman who vexed him. Now she realized she might feel that wrath today if she remained firm, if she spurned his declaration of love.
At the same time, she hoped she could convince him that his place was with Jill, because she really didn't want him as a permanent lover.
She still loved Joe.
She twisted and turned, keeping her legs together in spite of his strenuous efforts to part them. Now her fists began to beat at him. She hit him hard, glorying in the knowledge that she was making him very angry.
"God damn you!" he exclaimed as he struggled with her. "Open up! Quit hitting me!"
She did quit hitting him because she could see that her blows were not having a strong enough effect. She would have to try something else.
As he bent and tugged at her legs, which she had locked at the ankles, his handsome face wore a mask of determined concentration. One cheek was exposed and within her reach. She curled her fingers and viciously raked them down across it, leaving furrows where dots of blood sprang.
He gasped and let her go, clutching at his cheek. He took his hand away and found it red.
"Why, you wild hellion!" he exclaimed.
"Get off me," she said, "before you get more. I'll mar your face so no woman will look at you."
"You will, huh?" He was glaring down at her.
"Yes! I'm the boss here, you do as I say."
"The hell you're the boss! That's all over. Now I'm in charge."
He grasped her at the hips and twisted deftly, forcing her onto her side, then onto her belly. She didn't resist. She even cooperated with him without letting him know it.
He's going to whale me, she thought, excitement zinging through her. He's going to give me holy hell!
Lyle stared at her beautiful bottom with its perfectly molded halves which arched high, a deep tight cleft between them. Suddenly he wanted to punish that bottom severely, in a way that he couldn't accomplish with his hand.
He stretched and lifted his trousers from a chair next to the bed. His leather belt easily slipped out of the loops. He doubled the belt in his hand.
Paula gazed at what he was doing, fear overcoming her erotic excitement. A little rough treatment was all right, but he could kill her with that thing! He could cut her up!
"Lyle, for heaven's sake!" she cried. "I'm sorry!
Don't hit me with that!"
"I have to," he stated firmly. "You've been very naughty today and, worst of all, you told me you were the boss.-That isn't true. You've been my teacher, but never my boss. No woman runs me."
He raised the doubled belt, gripping it firmly by the plain end and the buckle which were together. It swung back and snapped as he cocked it.
"Lyle, no!" Paula shrieked. "In the name of Heaven!"
He brought the belt down with a whoosh, striking her across both buttocks, making a terrible slap. Pain knifed into her. She howled.
He lifted the belt again and once more it cracked against the back of his hand. He brought it down for a second time on her quivering ass.
She cried terribly, her hips bucking and twisting. The leather stung like nothing she had ever felt before.
He strapped her again and again. Crisscrossed red marks sprang up on the tender flesh of her rear end. Then, for the final blow, he turned the belt around and let her have the buckle.
It cut the skin.
She screeched fiendishly and, when' he saw the blood appear, he dropped the belt from his hand and bent forward, his open mouth against her buttock. He licked the blood and stopped its flow by keeping his mouth there.
Afterward he lay down beside her and began to kiss all over her neck and shoulders as he moaned, "I'm sorry ... I'm sorry ... I'm sorry...."
In spite of the intense pain she had experienced-or perhaps partly because of it-Paula felt a great warmth for him, and in just a few minutes she was crouching as he lay on his back. Her eager wet warm mouth surrounded the upthrust pinnacle of his manhood and she whimpered in her throat as she sucked noisily at him.
"You told me this was the way!" Jill exclaimed. "You said you could bring him around. Well, you haven't. He won't have anything to do with me. I called him, and do you know what he said? That he loves you, not me. He said he never wants to see me again." Her speech ended in a storm of bawling.
"Jill, for God's sake get hold of yourself!" Paula said. "You just have to give him a little time, that's all. I haven't encouraged him. Lord knows, I've been trying to turn him off. But he's no namby-pamby. Especially now."
"Please don't tell me what a good lover you've made of him!" Jill shrieked. "I couldn't bear to hear that again. Whatever he's learned, he doesn't want to try it on me. Just you!"
"Baby, I'm sorry. What more can I say?"
"I don't know," Jill admitted. "But I'll tell you this-you'd better figure out a way to fix things. Either that or I'm going to have a talk with Joe."
Stark fear touched Paula. She and Joe had agreed beforehand that there would be no playing around after the swap. If he were to find out she had been seeing Lyle, he might leave her.
"You wouldn't do that," she said, alarm evident in her voice.
"That's what you think." Jill's voice was hard. "These last two weeks without Lyle have been miserable for me. I'd even take him back the way he was before. I love him. I need him. I'm not going to let you take him away from me."
"I told you, I haven't encouraged him. I've been trying to get him to go back to you."
"Well, try harder, baby!" Jill said, her voice sharp and penetrating now. "Because if you don't, I'm going to wreck your pretty marriage just the way you've ruined mine."
Paula hung up the phone with trembling fingers. She couldn't believe that what had started as a more or less innocent night of erotic fun had turned into this. But it had. And now what was she going to do to save herself?
Lyle had refused to listen to her pleas. He had insisted that she continued their affair and, in all honesty, she had gone along not only because she feared what he might do if she didn't, but because she derived a great sensual enjoyment from him. He had become a master practitioner of all the techniques she had taught him, so that now he thrilled her much more intensely than her husband did. Still, she believed she loved Joe. And even if she didn't, she wanted to hold onto their marriage. Men came and went, but husbands-especially ones who made good salaries-were not so easy to acquire.
She and Lyle had a date for the following evening when Joe was set to go to a lodge function. He wouldn't be in until after midnight, he had told her.
She went directly to the bachelor apartment where Lyle now lived and, within five minutes of her arrival, they were both nude and writhing on his large bed. After he had kissed her all over, she thrilled to the expert stroking of his lengthy cock. He knew just how to do it now-starting slowly, pacing himself, staying deep for a while and moving just a fraction of an inch up and down so as to stimulate her clitoris without over-stimulating his shaft. Then, when she was exactly ready, he took dominant command and pumped her furiously until she came, screaming and shuddering with a deep vaginal release.
Afterward she pleaded with him:
"At least, let Jill believe there's a chance. Tell her you want a little more time to think things over and clear your mind. And tell her you're giving me up."
"No! I'll never do that. I want you to have a talk with Joe. We can't continue the way we are. I can't go on sharing you."
"Lyle! Please! You've got to help me."
"We have to help each other," he said, "and the only way we can do that is to be together ... all the time ... not just at odd moments when I can get away from the bank or when Joe's out for the evening.'"
It seemed hopeless.
She tried to reach Jill first thing the next morning with the purpose of pleading for a little more time. She believed Lyle would tire of her after a while and that he would drift back to Jill of his own accord.
But Jill didn't answer her phone.
At that moment, she was entering Joe's suite in the Personnel Department of the Kerr Electric Motor Company. She had to wait until he completed an interview which was in progress, after which she was shown into his private office.
He greeted her pleasantly and with curiosity.
She soon made clear her reason for coming to see him, crying as she related how Joe's wife had violated the agreement on which their recent Saturday night swap was based. She embellished matters a little, indicating that it was because of Paula that she and Lyle had broken up.
"I've pleaded with her to stop seeing him," Jill said. "I came to you only as a last resort. I wouldn't have done it otherwise."
"I'm glad you did," Joe said as he rounded his desk to comfort her. He patted her on the shoulder and lent her his handkerchief.
He was thinking, So that's the way Paula wants it, hm? All right. What's fair for her is fair for me. If she can enjoy the advantages of-marriage and play around on the side, so can I.
As a matter-of-fact, he had been thinking a great deal about it since the date he and Paula had had with the Carpenters at The Springs. There were lots of other husbands and wives they could swap with, including people who worked for his company. He had sounded out a few of the guys discreetly and found they were as fascinated with the swapping idea as he had been before he had tried it. And like a great many other pleasurable experiences, the fascination increased after the first exposure.
He had no desire to leave Paula. Marriage served a purpose in his life as it served a purpose in hers. But it wasn't everything. They had each had experiences with others before they were married; now, by mutual consent, they had had outside experience during their marriage. There was no sanctity to protect, so why shouldn't they both have all the fun they could get?
He gave Jill what sympathy he could and promised to have the matter out with Paula that night. Jill wiped her eyes and thanked him as she left his office.
But actually he saw little hope for a solution of her problem. He wasn't even going to try to solve it. Let Paula screw around with Lyle if she wanted to. There was a cute little girl in his outer office whom he'd been wanting to lay. There were opportunities for many other experiences on his own as well as for swaps.
Joe smiled to himself and figuratively rubbed his hands for the prospects.
CHAPTER TEN
"You're not angry?" Paula said. "I thought you would be furious with me."
"Don't be silly," he told her. "We're sophisticated mature adults. You're entitled to do whatever you wish-whatever makes you happy. But then, of course, I claim the same privilege for myself. It was you who said, before we made that date with the Carpenters, that everything should be on an equal basis between us. If one did something, the other could do the same."
She eyed him speculatively from across the room.
They were getting ready for bed. Joe had deliberately waited until this time of day to spring the matter on her, just as she had waited until bedtime to spring the original swapping scheme several weeks ago.
She was in an attractive flesh-colored chemise which had open legs with lots of lace around them. Stockings clung halfway up her thighs and were cinched to a white garter belt which she wore underneath the Frenchy undergarment that served as pants and slip combined.
Joe wore his trousers, shoes and socks.
"You mean," she said, "that you want to play around on the side?"
"If and when I feel like it," he told her as he unzipped his fly. "Also, we can do some more swapping if you like."
This was the sort of condition she had originally set out to establish, but now that she was face to face with it she was no longer certain it was what she wanted. The main trouble was that Joe seemed too eager. This made her fear she might lose him.
She crossed the room to him as he stepped out of his pants. "I can understand that you're upset by what Jill told you," she said softly. "And naturally you want to strike back."
"No, it isn't that at all," he repliedas he turned to hang his trousers in the closet. "I think mutual freedom in a marriage is fine." He faced her. "It isn't as if we have no feeling for each other. We do."
He was so casual about the whole thing that she could hardly believe her ears. Her surprise was plainly evident.
He smiled and drew her into his arms. "Our marriage is solid, baby. Nothing could break it up. That's why we'll be able to live this way, even though other couples might not be able to."
He kissed her on the neck and ears and finally on her lips while his hands toured her back, eventually finding their way to the plump buttocks which were cradled loosely by her lacy chemise. She responded to his petting and his kisses as she always did. Now she felt his passion rise against the thin broadcloth of his shorts.
He slid the chemise off her shoulders and unhooked her brassiere. He took it away. Her large full breasts agitated against him and he drew his hands to her front where he palmed the luscious globes and rolled them, plucking and pulling at the prominent ruby nipples which emerged, full and firm and thick.
Joe and Paula sank to the bed together. He felt it was important to love her tonight so as to give her reassurance. That's what she had donewithhimon the night she had proposed the original swap, and he had admired the cleverness of it. Anyway, he desired her. He always desired her when they were together like this. Nothing would change this feeling, he felt sure.
He drew her chemise off and she slid his shorts away.
Leaving her clad in her stockings and garter belt, he parted her lovely legs. He fell forward to kiss her above the tops of her hose, licking and nibbling at her heated satiny flesh. His fingertips toyed with the lush soft folds of her femininity and made them moist.
He moved farther over her and bent to kiss her turgid tingling nipples. He licked them and bent them this way and that with his tongue, using his hands to caress and squeeze both globes as he kissed from one tip to the other. Now he buried his face between her breasts and rubbed them against his cheeks as he thumbed her nipples.
She was caressing him at the same time, her skilled hand stroking gently, stimulating the supersensitive nerve endings on his coronal ridge.
When the time came to begin the final phase of the lovemaking, he wrapped his arms around her thighs just above the tops of her stockings and boosted her legs onto his shoulders.
"Oooh, darling ... you're going to tickle my tonsils this way," she said as he held himself in his hand and directed his rosy moist tip to the equally rosy slit of flesh which comprised the secret center of her vagina.
He pushed, parting her slick soft membranes, and he entered her with his pulsing length.
He sighed. "What a feeling that is! I'll never get tired of it."
"Or me," she murmured huskily. "Do me good tonight! I need all you have to give me."
He began to move. She twisted ecstatically with her playground tilted up. He had a smooth straight shot into her furthest depths. He probed deeper and deeper until he possessed her to the maximum possible extent.
As he braced himself on his elbows, he moved his hands to cover her breasts and he squeezed, trapping her nipples between his fingers while his pecker stroked in-and out.
At that moment, Paula was prepared to agree with him that they had the perfect marriage. Minutes later, when she finished, she was a little less sure. He had not taken quite as much time with her as she would have liked, and her climax, while good, was not the howling success it could have been.
More swaps were the answer.
Plus her continued playing with Lyle.
As Joe lay on his back, he began to think of the girls he was yet to know-cute girls at his office and hopefully the wives of some of the men he worked with.
It would be a living ball from here on. Everything a man could want would be his, and all of it would be legitimized and made guilt-proof by the understanding between Paula and himself.
It was the perfect way to live!
Joe had more sex opportunities at his office than the average white-collar male because, first, he held the number two job in his department and was destined to take over the top spot as soon as the elderly manager retired.
Moreover, since his department had charge of personnel, Joe held a virtual life and death power over all the lesser employees of the company. He could transfer or discharge any clerk or typist at will, without having to explain to anyone else. And every applicant for work in the company had to pass his inspection before he or she was hired.
Joe had never fully realized the erotic potential of his job before, but now his eyes were opened and he was determined to make the most of his opportunities. First came the cute girl in his outer office.
Her name was Barbara. She had brown hair, a very nice figure, and she was about twenty years old.
He called her in and asked her to be seated. She was wearing a brown skirt and a white blouse against which her young breasts surged. She sat, crossed her legs and showed him her cute knees plus inches of thigh. Her stocking welts were included in the scene, but no bare flesh.
Joe wondered how far he could make this girl go under threat of losing her job and how promptly she would do it. It was an interesting question for speculation, and the answer promised to be highly entertaining ... if it was favorable. If it was unfavorable, he wouldn't fire the girl, of course. He wasn't a mean man.
He smiled at Barbara from across his large desk. "I'll bet you wonder why I called you in here, hm?"
"Yes, I do, Mr. Wells."
"Well, I won't be mysterious about it. I'll tell you exactly what I have in mind. How would you like to have sex with me, Barbara?"
"Mr. Wells I"
He smiled. "You didn't answer my question. Do you believe you would like to have sex with me or not?
"Well, I ... I don't know." She had reddened. "You're a married man, Mr. Wells, and you're older. Anyway ... I don't really know you."
"Oh, come on now, Barbara. Sure you know ms. You .know I'm the assistant personnel manager. I could fire you on the spot if I wanted to. You know that."
She gazed at him, obviously astounded. Also, she "was embarrassed. She didn't know what to say.
"You're a very pretty girl, honey. I've been admiring you for a long time. Look ... at least, you'll do this, right? Come around here by the side of the desk and take off your blouse and bra. I want to see your pretty breasts."
"Mr. Wells!"
"And stop that," he said calmly. "While you're In here, you can call me Joe."
"I can't take off my blouse and bra. Why ... why I never heard of such a thing."
"You mean you've never taken your blouse off for a man?"
"Mr. Wells, that has...."
"Joe," he corrected.
"Joe! That has nothing to do with it. I can't take my blouse off for you. Not here. It wouldn't be decent."
"Oh. I see." He shook his head sadly. "I guess you want to give up your job, then."
"You mean you'll fire me if I don't do that?"
"I'm afraid I'll have to. I can't have a girl working here who's uncooperative."
"But, taking off her blouse for her boss isn't one of the things a file clerk is supposed to do." She was red as a tomato now.
"It is if he asks her to do it. Come on, Barbara, you know you're proud of your figure."
"But ... but...."
He waited and watched her. She was very uncomfortable, but she was giving the matter some serious thought.
"That's all you'll ask of me? If I do that, you won't want me to do anything else?"
"Let's just say that would please me a great deal. Come on. You can lock the door first to make sure we won't be disturbed."
She considered the proposition for just a moment more, then got up and walked to the door. She set the lock. Blushing, she returned to position herself beside his desk. Deliberately avoiding his gaze, she began to unbutton her blouse.
It was fantastic! he thought. So easy! , She took the blouse off and, under it, she wore a white bra which he couldn't see through. It was obvious that her breasts were full and shapely.
She turned away from him and reached behind her to squeeze the fasteners of her bra so that the little hooks slipped out of their eyes. The straps of her bra separated. She drew the ribbons off her shoulders and down her arms. She lifted the cups away.
She turned to face him.
"Beautiful!" he exclaimed.
And. they were. She possessed two rich surging beauties for breasts, with wide light-brown caps and little rounded nubbins at their centers. As he gazed at them, Joe's penis began stretching out.
Barbara was blushing furiously. "Now can I get dressed again, Mr. ... I mean, Joe?"
"Not just yet," he said, gesturing with two upraised fingers.
"How long since you've had a raise, Barbara?"
"Oh. Well, let's see...." Nervously she lifted an arm to shield her naked breasts.
"No, dear," he said softly. "Let me look at them. How long since you've had a raise?"
She put her arm down. "Seven or eight months, I believe."
"Well, your work has been very satisfactory, so there really isn't any reason why you shouldn't get a raise right now, without waiting for the usual annual review. And maybe I could see my way clear to make it a little larger than customary. After all, the cost of living is going up all the time." He smiled warmly at her. "How does that sound?"
"Fine!" she said and forced a little smile in response, even though she was still blushing.
"Why don't you show your gratitude by slipping off your skirt?"
She gasped. "No! I couldn't!" Again she covered her front, this time with both arms crossed.
"You want that raise, don't you, dear?"
"Mr. Wells!" She looked as if she were about to cry.
"Come on, Barbara. I have very little time. Job applicants are waiting to be interviewed. You know, it isn't too easy to find a good job these days."
"Oh, how could you?"
"Tsk-tsk. When you carry on like this, I can only classify your conduct as uncooperative." She took off her skirt.
And her white short slip when he asked her to.
She stood in front of him in panty girdle and stockings, blushing furiously.
"Now that you've gone this far, darling," he said, his rod fully extended and throbbing inside his clothes, "there's really no reason why you shouldn't go the rest of the way, is there?"
"Wh-what do you mean?"
"Let me lay you," he stated simply. "I promise to make it as good for you as it is for me. And about that raise ... forget it! I'm going to move you up to a better job. You can type, can't you, Barbara?"
"Y-yes."
"And take shorthand?"
"A little."
"Then you're going into the secretarial pool. Tomorrow, if you want. You'll make at least fifty dollars a month more than you're making right now.., to start."
"Oh, Mr. Wells!"
"Joe. Please, darling. It's Joe when we're together like this."
"Joe...." She took her arms down from her outthrust young tits.
He got up and rounded the desk until he stood in front of her. His erection poked blatantly against his shorts and trousers, creating an impressive hump in them. Her eyes dropped to it. And then he was too close for her to see it because he was taking her in his arms. But she could feel it pressing against her.
They kissed. His tongue opened her mouth and surged inside to find her shy tongue and toy with it. His hand spanned the seat of her panty girdle. Her firm breasts burned him through his clothes.
As soon as the kiss had ended, he led her to his couch and she didn't resist. She stretched out on her back and he knelt beside the couch to unclip her garters. He brushed her stockings down, kissing along her legs and causing her to release a little moan.
He gripped her girdle firmly and pulled it off, baring her brown-haired mound.
Now he stepped back and removed his own clothes. Every stitch. She stared at his uplifted prick as he approached her.
"Did you take a pill this morning?" he asked.
"No," she breathed, still staring at his organ. "But this is my safe time. It's all right."
"Looks like I chose wisely," he said with a smile. "It's almost like clairvoyance."
She started to spread her legs.
"No, darling. Not yet."
He got astride her, his legs at the outer sides of hers, and he bent forward to kiss her all around the face and neck and shoulders. Gradually he worked his way down to her breasts and he palmed and squeezed them as he kissed, tonguing her nipples and causing her wide aureola to swell up, creating secondary knobs atop the larger knobs.
He kissed farther yet, browsing at her soft little belly, then backing more until he was seated on her lower legs and his lips were teasing the fringe of her brown pubic curls.
When he shifted his position, she was quick to open her legs. He helped her position one of them at the top of the couch while the other rested on the floor. He saw all of her now-her curving pussy with the brown hair fluffed atop it; the soft convergence of her buttocks and thighs.
He moved up, shaft in hand, and found the center of her pleasure zone.
"Do you want it, Barbara?" he asked as he let her feel the tip.
"Yes!" she stated emphatically.
He pushed and sank deliciously into her. She was slick and warm and just snug enough.
"Oh, golly!" she said and she began to move with him.
He stroked and stroked, her hips bounding beneath his. Her legs were around his back now and, when she pulled against them, her buttocks were elevated off the couch seat and they hung in midair, twisting.
He found her tight breasts with his cupping hands and he squeezed and pressed them as his rigid rod plunged in and out of her. He lifted her, stroke by stroke, to the pinnacle of pleasure, and when he was sure that she was there, grasping for her release, he unleashed his final flurry of short strokes, pounding her furiously until she cried out and vibrated all over while he bucked, ejecting his excitement in deep-reaching spurts.
Barbara got her promotion, and naturally she told no one what had happened-because to do so would have reflected on her as well as upon Joe.
Anyway, wasn't it a fine bargain from her standpoint? Every office clerk should get so lucky!
The advancement of Barbara created a vacancy in his outer office, and the next day Joe had this in mind as he interviewed several girls. The first two didn't appeal to him, but the third was a cute little blonde with warm brown eyes. Her name was Sally Turner.
Sally was a year or so older than Barbara and a little more forward in her attitude. Her eyes lingered each time they met his, and he believed she was trying to tell him something. He had gotten that look many times from job applicants, but he had never before taken advantage of it. This time he elected to do so.
He. felt that he wouldn't have to beat around the bush with Sally as he had with Barbara.
I'll tell you," he said, after they had discussed her qualifications for the job, "I think you could handle this work, Sally. But so could a lot of other girls. So what it boils down to, is whether you're willing to offer me a little personal inducement to give you the job. Do you know what I'm getting at?"
"Maybe." She chewed her gum and eyed him speculatively.
"Get up. Let me take a look at you."
She stood, and she turned for him. She had high, firm-looking tits and a cute little bump at her rear.
"Do you want the job?" he asked point-blank when she was facing him again.
"Sure, I do."
"Then strip."
She stared at him for only a couple of moments, then began to take off her clothes.
He walked to the door, set the lock, and quickly joined her in disrobing.
Sally had a rich dark bush at her loins which formed a cute contrast to the hair on her head which was light blonde. Joe sat in a chair and she straddled his lap, bringing her eager cunt down around his upstanding hardness.
He let her bounce up and down and twist while he just sat there enjoying the marvelous sensations which reached him through the tingling nerve endings in his dick. He stroked her flexing legs and her sides and her agitating buttocks. He palmed her small trembling titties.
She did an excellent job on him, alternately speeding up and slowing so that the act lasted for a long time. When he finally was ready to bring it to a finish, he began to jab upward into her churning vagina and this caused her to lunge for her own climax. They quaked together, crying softly as he fountained within her.
Sally got the job.
The possibilities for this kind of exploitation of Joe's position seemed unlimited, since he had the same pry over employees in all departments of the company and over every female applicant who approached his desk.
But, strangely, the episodes with Barbara and Sally hadn't seemed to pack as much wallop as he had expected. Physically, both conquests were exciting and satisfying. But psychologically it was a different story. Everything was too cut and dried. The girls hadn't given in to him because they had wanted to, but because he had put a pry on them. He discovered that the satisfaction he derived was not as great as it would have been if they had come to him freely, and this cooled his ardor for further such exploits.
He turned his thoughts to the opportunities for swapping mates with some of the men who worked for the company. Paula was after him on this score, too. She was anxious for another spree.
But this time she wanted them to go out with two couples and swap three ways. This puzzled Joe at first.
"How can we swap three ways when there'll be only two other males and two other females? You're talking about a two-way swap, aren't you?"
"I meant what I said," Paula told him. "There's something you don't know about me, Joe-once in college I had an affair with a girl."
"A girl?" He was astounded.
"It didn't amount to much," Paula said. "It lasted for only a few nights. And neither of us got serious about it. But it was fun as a change of pace. I think I'd like to try it again."
"You mean you want to go out with some wife who'll have sex with you as well as with me?"
"That's the idea," she replied, smiling wisely.
"Well, what am I going to do while that's going on? I certainly have no desire to ball a man."
"Maybe you could just ... watch us. That ought to be worth a kick, don't you think?"
In a comparatively short time, the Wellses had traveled quite a distance down the twisting road to degradation.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The choice of two couples to join the Wellses in a swapping orgy with everything going on in the same room at the same time-this was another one of Paula's conditions-posed something of a problem for Joe. It was left to him because his office contacts seemed to offer more and better possibilities than did the social contacts Paula could have approached.
There was one main difficulty: How to determine through a husband whether or not his wife would be willing to submit to sexual intercourse with another woman.
The Wellses, after talking it over, agreed that Paula would have to take her chances on this score. Joe would do his best to hint at the possibility in making arrangements with male friends at his office, but he couldn't seek to pin them down as to this or even to state the condition in unequivocal terms. Paula understood. She also believed that, given two average women who were swingers and were out for a night of wild uninhibited fun, at least one of them would be willing to sample her wares in return for the attentions she was prepared to pay them.
During coffee breaks, Joe confidentially approached several men, hinting at his desire to set up a date for three couples. He had already talked with these fellows about mate swapping as a general proposition and had determined that they were interested. Now he narrowed down the question and got four who seemed ready to go. What was more, they thought their wives would be just as willing.
Joe had met three of the wives at one time or another. He eliminated from first consideration the least pretty of the three and stalled the husband of that one, along with the husband of the wife he had not met. To the other two men, he suggested that they discuss the matter seriously with their wives.
These two wives went for the deal.
A Saturday night was picked.
And, conveniently, one of the couples owned a cabin up in the woods which seemed to be a perfect place for the get-together.
Paula particularly was looking forward to the party because her affair with Lyle had become something of a drag. He was knocking himself out to please her physically, but she couldn't keep him from blubbering about how much he loved her and how he wanted her forever and ever. To make matters worse, she had gotten a nasty phone call from Jill who had hinted even at murder if Paula didn't drop Lyle immediately.
The mountain cabin where the party was to be held had two beds and a large soft bearskin rug on the floor which could serve as a third. The hosts were charged with the responsibility to make everything ready on the premises; the Wellses agreed to bring the liquor, the third couple would furnish the food.
When the day of the party arrived-, everyone was excited. To Joe and Paula, this promised to be the most stimulating sex adventure yet.
The cabin was owned by Harry and Teresa Dillon. He was about Joe's age, good-looking and personable-if a little boisterous. She was slim and dark, in her late twenties, and alluring. She had especially beautiful legs, as Joe recalled.
The other couple were the Richardsons. His name was Carl and he was blond and husky. His age was about twenty-six. His wife was a flaming redhead named Elaine, who was a couple of years younger and, as Carl had once bragged, was an ex-beauty contest winner. She had been Miss Podunk or something several years ago. Joe remembered her from the company picnic where she had appeared in snug white shorts and a clinging top which had given ample evidence of why she had won the beauty crown and also had demonstrated that she had taken good care of her figure in the intervening time. Joe was definitely looking forward to her.
That evening when the Wellses arrived at the cabin, Harry and Teresa greeted them warmly. He was in sport shirt and slacks, to match Joe's attire, while his wife wore a slinky lounging outfit of red. Her black hair hung down and the effect was topped off by pendulous ball earrings. Paula wore a paisley print shift that rode the high points of her figure to perfection.
Joe broke open the liquor immediately and, even before the Richardsons arrived, the party was swinging. Harry knew some fine dirty jokes. Joe supplied a few of his choicest gems. Teresa and Paula obviously enjoyed them as much as the men did.
It was obvious from the beginning that there was more to the gathering than just sociability. This could be seen in the eyes of everyone. Harry and Paula exchanged glances which measured each other for bed. Joe imagined away Teresa's red lounging pajamas each time he glanced at her, and she was seeing him with his clothes off and his manhood at the ready.
When the Richardsons arrived, more excitement was tossed into the pot.
Elaine was as sexy as Joe remembered her, with tits like grapefruits and a backside that a man itched to get his hands onto. She wore a rib-knit pullover shift of turquoise. Her red hair gleamed with highlights.
Her husband was tanned and grinning and very-muscular. In a knit shirt and slacks, he looked as if he had just stepped off a golf course.
So this was the foursome. The new arrivals immediately began to look over the others and vice versa as the conversation dealt with innocuous topics and the booze flowed briskly. After awhile Carl Richardson chimed out:
"Do we eat first or afterward?"
Everyone laughed because they knew immediately what the first and afterward referred to.
Harry said, "Why don't we make it between?"
There was more laughter.
The idea which he had expressed seemed to meet with the approval of all. So now there arose the question of how they were going to work the swapping.
Music played in the background, but nobody wanted to dance. Three things were on the agenda. Two of these were drinking and eating, but the third was uppermost in everyone's mind right now.
Harry said, "Well, what do we do-draw straws?"
Paula spoke up: "Maybe it would be a good idea to have a little demonstration first. Something to get everyone in the mood?"
Carl grinned at her over his glass. "What did you have in mind?"
Paula looked at black-haired, slim Teresa. So brazenly that she shocked even Joe, his wife said, "How about you and me, Terry? Are you game?"
"You mean., you and I make the scene together?"
Paula nodded, eyes sparkling wickedly.
"In front of everyone?"
"Mm. After that, nobody will hold back. It will be a non-stop orgy. What do you say?"
"Well...." She looked around, her gaze focusing finally on her husband.
"I don't give a shit," he said, pouring himself another drink. "Tonight anything goes, baby. If you and Paula want to horse around together, I'll be glad to watch it. Matter of fact, we all might learn something ... huh, boys?"
"Go ahead," Joe heard himself saying.
Teresa shrugged. "Okay, Paul." (She emphasized the masculine form of the name.) "Where do we do it?"
"Pick your bed," Harry told them.
The two beds were set up at opposite sides of the rather crowded room. In front of the fireplace, a large fluffy bearskin was spread out on the floor.
"How about down there?" Paula suggested.
"Okay," said Teresa. "You'll have to help me as we go along."
"Don't be silly, baby," her husband piped up. "Paula's going to help herself. Right, hon?"
He slipped his arm around Paula's waist and let his hand drop to cup and fondle her ungirdled rear. Joe watched with only a faint twinge of resentment. Even this he told himself he would have to get over, because before the night was through he was going to see these other men (as well as Teresa) doing far more with Paula than just feeling her ass.
Once, just briefly, the question flashed in Joe's mind as to whether this was really what he wanted. It was not answered. Instead, he pushed it out and poured himself some more booze. Rapidly most everyone was approaching the point where they would be stoned, and whether that would make the festivities more or less exciting was debatable. But nobody seemed willing to face what was going to happen unfortified.
As Teresa approached the bearskin, she said, "I feel like a bride."
"Wait until I get you down there," Paula promised and laughed.
They began to strip.
It was amazing, really. Three men and another woman were standing around, glasses in hand, the men leering, while the wives of two of them stripped to the buff and prepared to make love to each other within the view of all. Elaine Richardson gazed in fascination.
Paula's dress was gone and she was opening her bra. Her large well-formed breasts surged into the open. Gazing at them, Harry licked his lips. Carl narrowed his eyes and slipped a hand in his pants pocket.
Teresa's tits were not as showy but were cute-small and out-thrust, with spike-like nipples.
Neither of the women hesitated when it came to baring their loins. Teresa glanced once at her husband and grinned, as if to say What the hell, then slid her dark panties away. Paula removed her own pants efficiently, without glancing at anyone. There were no raucous comments from the spectators. Everyone was too engrossed. The music seemed to have swelled louder, though no one had touched the volume control of the portable hi-fi.
The one thing that was said was a remark from Carl, when Paula bent, breasts swaying, to open the garters which held up her dusky hose. He said, "Leave your stockings on, won't you?"
She glanced at him, said "Sure," and got down on the rug.
As he looked at her, Joe thought, "This is my wife," and the mental observation seemed like some sort of curiosity, as if it had no application to what was taking place except as a footnote.
Excitement exploded to fill the small cabin and expand the walls and to mingle with the booze, creating a euphoric unreality that wrapped itself about the six games-playing adults and isolated them for the evening-from the entire remainder of the world.
Teresa lay on her back on the bearskin, naked, her knees lifted and not quite together, her breasts hardly evident at all when she was lying this way, except for the tall spike-like nipples which projected upward. Her black hair flowed against her shoulders and onto the rug.
Her dark eyes remained trained on Paula as the voluptuous girl in white garters and dark hose knelt beside her, her large breasts cascading forward and down. Paula's black hair created another exotic waterfall. And then her seeking lips touched Teresa's chin ... and her cheek ... and her ear where something was whispered. Teresa giggled and squirmed, her thighs parting farther so that Carl, who was positioned near her feet, could see the .complete delineation of her sex. Carl and his wife stood side-by-side but not touching, each in a separate mental world as they watched the strange demonstration beginning to unfold in front of them.
All three observing males had hard-ons, and if someone were to have examined the panties of Elaine Richardson at that moment, he or she would have found them damp.
Paula's hand massaged Teresa's upthrust brownish-red nipples, and she kissed with greater passion. The other girl squirmed more. Paula's hand moved down to Teresa's loins. Slim feminine fingers raked through wispy feminine hair, traced feminine lips, parted them....
"Jesus...." Harry murmured because his wife quite obviously was responding, and this was something that he hadn't known about her.
Now suddenly the two women were wrapped together, one of Paula's full shapely thighs, half-stockinged, crossing Teresa's slender nude ones, exposing the black-and-brown-and-link playground between Paula's legs as the women kissed, mouth to mouth, and rubbed titties. Nipple bent nipple. Breast rubbed breast.
Teresa gasped and writhed as Paula straddled her and kissed along her middle.
"Yes ... yes," Teresa said. "Ooooh, that's wild!"
And then Paula was pressing her face into Teresa's black pubic hair.
Carl looked at Joe and grinned foolishly. His complexion was florid beneath his tan. Joe gave him a blank look and turned back to the "demonstration" on the floor.
Paula switched about and the women were each face-to-loins with the other. Paula's back was arched and her buttocks twisted. Teresa lifted her slim legs high, bracketing Paula's head. She bicycled them and her muffled crying could be heard.
"God damn!" Harry yelled.
Joe turned away from it and his gaze fell on Elaine who, with lips parted and eyes entranced, turned away from the Lesbian display at the same moment and looked at him.
He moved toward her.
In moments they were stretched out on a bed and he was pulling off her clothes, getting down to the curvaceous soft smooth flesh, as they kissed with pistoning tongues. From far away Joe heard Elaine's husband say, "What the hell are we supposed to do, Harry? Jazz each other?" And Harry replied, "I say we break up those witches on the floor."
"Great idea!" answered Carl.
There were quick footsteps, laughs, gasps and feminine cries of protest, and then there were more footsteps on the creaking floor, followed by creaking sounds from the other bed.
Joe didn't look to see what was happening. His mouth was too engrossed with the excitement of Elaine's and his hands were too happy underneath her dress, one of them feeling her very soft bottom, where panty elastics slanted upward across the fullness of plump buttocks, while the other was at her front, rubbing her mound through the clinging silk of her briefs.
She rubbed his rod through his clothes and her hot breath struck his cheek as their tongues stroked and writhed.
On the other bed, Harry already was atop Paula. His head was bent and he was feasting at her tossing tits while she blindly attempted to open his pants. She finally succeeded and she got his large pecker out. She gently gripped the pulsing head.
Carl, pants and shorts off, lay on his back on the bearskin and Teresa was sprawled atop him. She giggled as she braced herself on hands and knees, her head swinging and her hair dragging against him as she kept moving her moist loins so that he could tickle her every which way but could not achieve penetration. His shaft was thick and long and without covering for its head.
"You witch!" he exclaimed, only half in jest. "Let me get it into you, will ya?"
"No ... no," she laughed. "Mustn't ... mustn't." And she kept writhing and wriggling.
By this time Joe had Elaine's dress and slip working up above her hips and his hand down inside her blue briefs. He was using his finger on her as she caressed his exposed penis. Now he shifted a little so that he could bring the other hand into play at the top of her dress. Eventually he had to use both hands in order to get her dress down and her bra open, and when her round and beautiful tits bobbled into his grasp, he needed both hands to enjoy them while his hungry mouth went from thrusting pink nipple to thrusting pink nipple, clasping and sucking and biting the rubbery erectile flesh with his teeth as the girl squealed and twisted and went at his dong all the more avidly.
Moments, or perhaps minutes, later Joe glanced at the other lovers when he was up on his knees to strip Elaine's disheveled clothes completely away, and he noted with peculiar excitement that Harry was pumping Paula, his bare butt bobbing up and down as Paula's stockinged legs waved in the air. Her bulging pneumatic breasts were agitating against his hairy chest, and the expression on his face was one of sheer rapture as he stroked in and out of her.
On the bearskin, Carl and Teresa had linked, only in this instance the female was on top, pivoting and sliding on his erected pole as he ran his hands all over her and cooed something which Joe couldn't make out because the hi-fi was still going. Teresa's hair was hanging down and swaying, catching and reflecting the light. She looked at Joe as he watched her and she winked, as if to say, "You're next, mister!"
What madness had the six of them unleashed?
But if it was madness, it was a sort which they all seemed to be enjoying. Even Joe, who occasionally could step back mentally and view the scene with some degree of detachment.
Now his detachment disappeared as he tossed off his own clothing and fell atop the gorgeous beauty-queen body of Elaine, her arms uplifted to receive him. Their loins immediately became linked, and he rolled her back and forth on her ass as he twisted one way, then the other, to mouth her nipples some more.
After a time, she rolled on top of him, and he held her ass in his hands as it bobbed and twisted, her slick, snug vagina giving intense pleasure to his passion pylon.
Before he and Elaine had finished, he was aware that Harry and Paula were parting. From the corner of his eye he observed a shape moving from the bed to the table where the liquor was lined up. But Joe didn't turn the inch or so which would have been necessary for him to gain a clear view. He wasn't really that interested and, besides, his attention had all that it could absorb with Elaine panting and crying atop him as her pussy slid up and down on his prick with greater and greater frenzy. He grasped her dangling full tits and squeezed them with momentary cruel force, causing her to cry out and buck violently, climaxing and setting off his geyser-like response.
Carl and Teresa were still going at it lazily when he and Elaine got up.
Everyone remained nude.
Everyone continued to drink.
The evening turned into a blurred haze of alcohol and sex and blatant nudity on all sides. Joe next merged with Teresa while Paula sank to her knees in front of Carl and adorned his resurrected manhood. Harry and Elaine stood and watched her in fascination until they became too excited to remain inactive and they sank to the available bed. Two sets of bed-springs creaked in different tempos as Joe screwed Teresa and Harry screwed Elaine. After Paula finished with Carl, she lay down and let him nestle his head between her hot writhing thighs. He ran his hands up and down the outsides of her upraised legs, on and off her stockings, while she cried and gloried in the exquisite sensations which his lips and teeth and tongue gave her.
And still the evening rolled on.
The haze grew thicker.
Forms became less distinct as they merged and parted and merged again differently. Joe later remembered that at one point he was pumping at Elaine's wiggling bobbing rear while another man-he believed it was Harry-went at her from the front. While this was going on, he glimpsed Paula with her stockinged thighs tented above Teresa while Carl approached her from the back, he also straddling the slim brunette girl.
Joe didn't watch.
And what happened after that he could not remember.
The Wellses had little to say to each other as they drove back to Glenwood Heights the next morning. They both were badly hungover. Paula slept most of the way and Joe would have liked to, except that he had to drive.
In the harsh light of day, his feelings were quite mixed about what had happened the night before. But he assumed he had a good time. Certainly enough things had happened-sensual things which were synonymous with pleasure. When he thought about doing it again, however, his mind rebelled.
Paula's reaction, after they got home and he asked her whether she ever wanted to do it again, was, "Of course! It was exhilarating. It broke down all our inhibitions and freed our spirits. It was wonderful!" But her tone did not quite match her words and the look in her dark-rimmed eyes was haunted.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Lyle Carpenter was frantic.
Now that he was a man in the fullest sense of the word, capable of giving complete satisfaction to any woman he went to bed with, the woman who had made a man of him had turned her back. She was seldom at home when he tried to reach her by phone; when she was, her attitude was cool and evasive. He threatened and pleaded, but this did no good. She refused to meet him.
Finally one night when he couldn't stand it any longer, he drove to the Wells' apartment house. Paula had let it slip that Joe was going to be away, and Lyle hoped this would mean that Paula would be at home alone.
He was wrong.
She was at home, but there was a man with her. Lyle didn't know him, of course, and Paula herself hadn't known him until that morning when he had happened to stop by selling cemetary plots. She had suggested that he return in the evening.
When Lyle, having observed shadowy figures moving behind the lightly draped windows, moved up to a window on the outdoor walkway and peeked between the edges of cloth which did not quite meet at the bottom, he witnessed the shocking sight of his beloved Paula, half-naked, moving into the embrace of this strange man who wore only a pair of striped boxer shorts.
Paula's luscious large breasts spread against the man's torso, and his possessive hands slid down her back to palm and squeeze her melon-like buttocks through the sheer black nylon briefs she wore. Garters, also black, emerged from below the briefs to travel down her white thighs and grip the tops of her-black stockings. It made for a very erotic scene, particularly with the man holding and rolling and squeezing her bottom as he was, but Lyle was not so much stimulated as angered. Still, he watched.
He seemed to have to watch everything that happened in the bedroom, although the farther course of the activity should have been clear to him from his first glimpse.
The man finally released Paula and allowed her to move to the bed where she stretched out to await him while he shucked his shorts off and removed his shoes and socks.
Then he went to her, kneeling and bending, holding her in his arms and kissing her all over as he gradually slid her panties away. Now the area available to his lips was larger and more intimate and he made the fullest possible use of it until Paula writhed in heat, her thighs scissoring against the sides of his head.
That's just the way she was with me so many times, Lyle thought. She told me the truth when she said she could react that way with any man who knew the right techniques to turn her on.
And I love her!
That makes me out some sort of fool. How can a man with any pride love a woman like that?
He continued to watch as the unknown male moved over Paula on the bed. Lyle's eyes were opened in more ways than one. Paula didn't love anyone, except perhaps herself ... and he wasn't sure of that. What he was sure of was that he could not afford to go on loving her.
Are all women the same underneath? he wondered as he watched the man on the bed insert his stiff rod into Paula's welcoming vagina. How about Jill? Would she welcome another man's pecker as eagerly as she used to welcome mine?
Is she, perhaps, with another man right now, doing what that slut in there is doing with that bastard?
He continued to watch as the man stroked up and down inside the pussy which Lyle had thought he loved. As he watched, a decision was forming in the back of his mind:
He would visit Jill tonight.
She had returned to their home and had been waiting these several weeks for him to come back to her, she had said. But was she waiting for him really? Or was she playing around with other men? He would have to find out.
If she was waiting-if, by chance, she turned out to be different from Paula-perhaps she was the woman for him, after all. But he-would have to make sure. He was going to make sure tonight.
Paula and her lover completed their copulation and Lyle was about to leave.
Then he thought:
I can't just walk away like this. I've got to let her know I saw it. And I want to let that guy, whoever he is, know what a jackass she will make out of him if he isn't careful.
Lyle walked to the front door of the apartment and found it unlocked. He opened it and entered. The couple in the bedroom didn't hear him as he walked stealthily down the hall. Only when he burst in upon them did they realize they were not alone, and then they broke apart, staring wildly up at him from the bed. "What are you doing here?' Paula demanded.
"Who-who's this?" the naked man asked frantically. "Your husband?"
Lyle answered him: "No. And I'm mighty grateful. As for you...." He turned to Paula who lay with legs parted, wholly exposed, her sensibilities having eroded to the point where she didn't even think of shielding herself. "I realize you were right. We aren't any good for each other. The truth is, I'm too good for you. So thanks for everything-for teaching me a few things physically and for letting me find out for myself what kind of person you are."
He turned and left the house.
Paula's lover scrambled off the bed and began to snatch up his clothes.
"Wait a minute!" she said. "You don't need to go yet. My husband won't be home until late."
"No thanks, honey. This place is a little too busy for me."
He quickly got dressed.
She lay back against the mattress and wondered seriously, for the first time, where all this was leading her. Lyle's verbal abuse had stung, and now there was the attitude of the man who had just been making love to her, grabbing his clothes and running as if he were in a whorehouse that was being raided.
No one seemed to have respect for her any more.
Perhaps even Joe didn't.
The big question was-did she have any respect for herself?
Lyle quickly covered the short distance from the Wells' apartment to the house where he and Jill had used to live together and where, if the statements contained in her notes to him were correct, she was waiting for him to return.
He parked in front of the apartment complex and followed the walk around the pool to the outdoor stairway which led to their front door. He hesitated for a few moments outside. Should he ring and wait for Jill to answer or should he just open the door? Even if it was locked, he carried a key.
He resolved the question in favor of entering the place unannounced, as he had entered the Wells' apartment.
He tried the door and found that the lock was set. He got out his key and quickly inserted it in the slot, turning it to open the door.
He walked into the darkened living room.
He eased the door closed gently behind him.
A tremendous fear gripped him that he might walk into the bedroom and discover Jill in a man's embrace, perhaps with his organ inside her body at that very moment. A cold sweat broke out on Lyle's forehead as he crept along in the darkness, feeling his way down the hall.
He hadn't realized that Jill meant this much to him any more, but now he knew she did. With Paula finally banished from his mind and his life, Jill was all that mattered. If he found that she was unfaithful, he didn't know what he would do.
The bedroom door was ajar and he pushed it fully open.
The glow from a street lamp mingled with moonlight to cast a shaft of medium brightness into the room. It fell across the large double bed. Lyle saw at a glance that Jill was alone, wearing a frilly pink nightie and curled up on her side.
A great warmth came into him at the sight of her, and he knew that he had to have her right away.
They had been separated for too long.
He couldn't wait another minute.
He threw his clothes off and drew the covers back, his penis already high and stiff with anticipation. Jill stirred, rolling onto her back. This left her sweet legs adorably parted, and she wore no pants underneath the short gown.
Lyle fell forward.
Jill awakened with his head pressed avidly between her thighs, his lips on her pussy, his tongue invading its satiny crevice and turning the membranes slick. . She gasped and writhed and then she cried out in fear because she thought she was being violated by a prowler. This couldn't be Lyle, doing this!
When he heard her cry, as if from far away, and he felt her hands pawing at his head, Lyle lifted his face and grinned at her. "Hello, darling," he murmured.
"Lyle! For heaven's sake! I don't know what to say!"
"You don't have to say anything," he told her as he moved forward, completely on top of her. "Just feel the love I have for you!"
And then he drove his slick cock deeply into the lubricated channel of her loins.
She really expected him to begin thrusting rapidly right away, as he had always done in the past, in spite of what Paula had said about the recent improvements in his sex technique. But even this would have been welcome. She gloried in the presence of his long stiff organ within her.
However, he did not move rapidly right away.
He began to stroke her slowly and deeply, maintaining perfect contact with her tingling clit. What he said, as his penis swelled with passion and his entire being swelled with pride, added to Jill's new-found conviction that he was indeed a changed man, for he had never spoken to her this way before:
"Jesus but it feels good to get my prick back into you again, where it belongs!"
"Oh, I do love your prick!" Jill cried and her hips began to go crazy, bobbing and grinding and twisting all at once.
As hot as she was, Lyle could have been his old fast self and still satisfied her. But he kept his cool. He stuck to his steady, deep-probing rhythm while Jill squealed and climaxed, her pussy contracting around him; When he was certain she was through, he stopped stroking and rolled onto his back, carrying her with him.
"Oh, Lyle!" she cried. "Oh, darling!"
He held her ass in his hands and moved it as he bumped gently up into her. He twisted his head and nipped at her dangling quivering breasts.
"Can you ... take me there again?" she asked breathlessly.
His answer was, "Baby, we've just started," and he rocked her with his bristling manhood in tiny jabs while he remained deeply embedded in her wet cunt. Each slight motion, and they came one right after another, rubbed her clit perfectly. Soon she was blissfully alive with excitement again and she started to move with him.
They finished exactly together in a pounding flurry of pumping strokes which sent her reeling into a never-never land of ecstasy, and afterward she could not kiss him enough.
"Oh, darling, I'm so happy!" she said as she still lay straddled atop him, his pin still linking them together. "And today I had almost given up hope. I was afraid you weren't ever coming back to me."
"I had to work something out of my system, I guess, but it's all gone now."
Jill debated whether she should bring up Paula by name, and she decided that she should. If their recent experiences had proved anything, it was that a married couple should be entirely frank with each other. Whatever was wrong or stood between them should be thrashed out in the open and perhaps, in the case of Paula, this was the best time to do it.
"You have no feeling for Paula any more?" Jill asked.
"Darling, remember a long time ago when we talked about her-before you and I went on that swapping date with Paula and her husband?"
"Yes," she said.
"I said she had the soul of a slut, didn't I?"
Jill nodded as she looked down at him earnestly.
"Well, I've changed my way of looking at a lot of things in the last few weeks, but I still agree with that judgment ... only more so. And now I'm in a position to know. I never want to see her again."
"Darling, I'm so happy," she said as she leaned forward and snuggled close to him.
He embraced her and, miraculously, he felt his penis begin to grow again within her humid embrace.
Jill felt it, also.
"Lyle!" she cried, sitting up and wriggling around him. "Are we going to go again?"
"You know it, angel! Again ... and again ... and again!" They rotated blissfully together.
Several miles away, in the city, Joe was lifting himself from the sated form of a blonde who worked in the engineering department of his company. He was in her apartment and, five seconds earlier, he had been in her cunt.
It had been a good place to be, but it was neither better nor worse than his wife's or a dozen other females he had screwed in the past several weeks. It was getting so they all felt the same to him.
They weren't the same, really. There were subtle differences. But somehow the differences had become blurred and had merged into a great sameness of female sensuality which seemed to have swallowed him up.
What was he doing, rushing madly from one to the, other, trying to make every one within reach? What was he trying to prove?
He supposed that a man was expected to regard sex as a mountain climber regarded Everest-you screwed them because they were there. But was that sensible? Was it realistic? Was it meaningful in any way to him?
He said his good nights quickly and left the blonde's apartment.
He felt tired, but the tiredness was not of bone and nerves and muscle. It was a tiredness of the soul.
He drove home and, when he walked into his apartment, he found his wife asleep in bed. He turned on the overhead light and it blazed against her closed eyelids, waking her up.
She'd had difficulty falling asleep as it was, and she reacted with anger.
"Shut up!" Joe said.
She sat in the middle of the bed, one shoulder strap in place and the other falling down, one tit in and one tit out, and blinked at him in surprise. He didn't usually speak to her that way.
"We're going to have a talk," he announced.
"About what?" she asked.
He said, "About us."
It was so simple and direct that it caught her off guard. They were the couple who were so well adjusted and so mature that no manner of hijinx could affect the stability of their marriage or their psychological closeness to each other. And yet, during the past few weeks, they had found it increasingly difficult to communicate. Lately they hadn't tried very often.
Joe was determined to communicate with his wife tonight, and on the most direct and personal basis.
"Are we having fun?' he asked.
"What a silly thing to say!" she told him.
"No, it isn't. It goes to the heart of the way we're living and the kind of relationship we have. Tell me this-are you happy, really happy, with the way we're living, with what we have made of ourselves? If you are, it's all worth it ... from your standpoint."
"And from yours?" she asked tremulously.
"I want to hear your answer first."
She considered. "I'm not sure."
"Yes, you are. Don't evade the issue in your own mind. You're either happier than you were before or you're not. Now., which is it?"
"Well...."
"Yes?
"Oh, Joe!" she cried. "What are we going to do?"
He stood and gazed at her anguished face and at her bare breast standing out. She needed his strength, his guidance. He had to take charge.
"We're going to quit," he stated firmly. "No more swaps. No more playing around. From now on, any pleasure that we want we will get from each other. And if I ever catch you so much as flirting with another man...."
"Yes, Joe? What will you do?" The old brightness returned to her eyes.
He said simply, "I'll beat you to within an inch of your life."
"You don't mean that. You've never beaten me. You couldn't beat me. You don't have what it takes to...."
He lunged and threw her over onto her belly. She screamed, but he paid no attention. He yanked her black nightie up, and there exposed was her lovely round ass. He raised his hand and brought it down smartly across both buttocks, making a terrible splat and causing the arcs to shake and wobble.
"Joe ... oh, Joe!" she squealed and kicked as his arm held her against the bed.
He lifted his hand and let her have it again. He realized that he deserved punishment as much as she did, but he perceived also that this particular demonstration was necessary right now. He had been entirely too permissive in the past, and he had to let her know that he was in command.
"You're going to love me!" he yelled and he spanked her quivering butt.
"You're going to respect me!" He spanked her again. "Most important, you're going to obey me!" He spanked her and spanked her, turning her bottom pink and making her bawl into the bedclothes. Then he rolled her over onto her back and knelt on the bed beside her with all his clothes on. He drew her into his embrace.
"I love you, Paula," he said. "You're the only person in this whole world I love! And you're going to be my wife from now on in every sense of the word-my woman and nobody else's. Understand?"
"Yes, darling," she blubbered. "I will."
"And any time I don't please you, for any reason at all, you're to tell me and we'll have it out. One thing these experiences of the last few weeks have done is to broaden us. That can be a benefit in the long run, provided we stop now ... before our marriage and our lives are ruined."
"I want to stop, Joe. If I'm ever tempted to go back to it, spank me like you spanked me tonight." She gripped his back with her sharp nails as she added in a roughened voice: "But harder."
"Don't worry," he growled. "Next time I'll fix you so you won't sit down for a week."
She gripped him and shuddered and then he had her wet mouth clasping his, her tongue twisting, a low moan sounding in her throat.
Later, after she was asleep and he lay in the dark listening to her steady breathing, he wondered about the couples they had swapped with-the Carpenters, the Richardsons and the others. Would they ever be the same again, or would they go on and on down the road which he and Paula had started to travel until there was no point in going any farther with life itself?
It depended on them, he supposed.
Perhaps swapping was good for some people. It offered momentary pleasure, undeniably, and perhaps some people could handle it without letting it get out of hand. Perhaps it even could help a marriage.
In the case of Paula and himself, the real trouble might have been that they didn't restrict themselves to swapping but started to play around individually on the side. Perhaps that was the destructive factor.
But could a couple practice one form of freedom without eventually insisting upon the other? Once the sanctity of marriage was set aside, what consideration was to keep them from going as far as they could?
They were good questions but, as far as Joe was concerned, they were academic. The delights of swapping no longer represented a lure. And he would see that they didn't lure Paula, either.
A few blocks away, Lyle and Jill lay awake in the darkness, talking. They had screwed themselves out, but there remained a few things to say before they surrendered to sleep.
"Thank God for that swap with the Wellses," Lyle said. "If it weren't for that, I wouldn't have found out what a jerk I was."
"Yes," Jill admitted. "I think it served a purpose. And I suppose I should be grateful to Paula, though up until an hour ago I wanted to cut her heart out."
"It was an educational experience," said Lyle. "That's the way we ought to consider it."
His wife glanced at him in the dark. "Do you want to try it again?"
