In recent years wife-swapping has taken on a new popularity especially in suburbia where financially secure people in the prime of life find that they must fill their leisure time somehow without taking long trips into the city. In our affluent society where men and women have more and more free time on their hands it is only natural that people begin to explore new avenues of expression be it artistic or sexual. The pill and other birth-control devices have taken the fear of unwanted pregnancies out of extra-marital affairs so that now women can give vent to their passions just as casually as men. Adultery is no longer considered to be a sin by many suburbanites but simply another indoor sport.
This increase in mass sexual activity has brought with it an increase in psychological problems. Betty Joyce, the author of this book, is one of my patients. She first came to me when her husband first suggested that they join a local swapping club. When I realized that she intended to go along with him despite anything I had to say I could see that I had the perfect opportunity to view, through her eyes, the anatomy of a swap from the very beginning.
Betty kept coming to my office to fill me in on how the swapping was progressing. As I tape-recorded her sessions I soon got a full picture of what the inner workings of a suburban swap club was like. It wasn't long before I compiled enough tapes (which included my reactions to Betty's weekly sessions) to make a book.
Since wife-swapping has now become so much a part of the American scene I thought that the tapes should be made public so as to inform others on the pitfalls and the pleasures of exchanging mates. At first Betty didn't want to expose herself, her husband and the people in the swap club but she finally agreed to having the tapes published feeling that it would be an important work in the field of human sexual behavior.
Betty Joyce is a very attractive woman of twenty-six and typifies the up-and-coming Love Generation. Her husband, Lorne, is a junior executive in an advertising agency and only a year older. Despite his relative youth Lorne averages eighteen thousand dollars a year. Since the couple is childless this leaves them with a great deal of time besides a good income. This combination of youth, looks, vitality, time and money in suburbia adds up to wife-swapping.
In previous decades where young couples spent most of their time just trying to make ends meet wife-swapping was unheard of. This didn't mean that the people of the past were more "moral" than the men and women of today, it only meant that they lacked the opportunities to express all their sexual longings. A tired man who has just put in a fifty-hour week at a menial job he despises is in no mood to make love to his wife let alone other women. The housewife of yesterday spent so much time taking care of her home and children that the idea of sleeping with the man next door never occurred to her. Adultery was only something that the leisure class had time to indulge in.
Now, with talk of thirty and even twenty-hour work weeks in discussion at union meetings, almost everyone can join the leisure class. Big families are now out-of-date so that the housewife has time to indulge her sexual whims. Betty and Lorne Joyce, with time and money to spare are typical of the new swappers of suburbia. Here is their story, the anatomy of a swap.
-Roger Douglas Morton, Ph.D.
CHAPTER ONE
"This is the first time I've ever visited a psychologist, doctor Morton. I've always wanted to see what the insides of a shrink's office was like. Oh, I suppose you don't like to be called a shrink just like my dentist hates to be called doc. Everyone is so uptight today.
"I don't know how to begin. I guess I can always start from childhood. I wish I had something dramatic to tell you but actually my life was so average that it was dull. My father wasn't a rich man but he did provide his family with a house, nice furniture, a car and educations for all hands. I think he's looking to me to provide him with grandchildren but kids can wait. I've only been married for three years and there is plenty of time for motherhood. My own mother had three kids in her first three years of marriage. That doesn't make any sense to me. I can't see why a young couple wants to saddle themselves with so much responsibility before their marriage even has a chance to grow. There is more to marriage than parenthood. I feel that a couple should really get to know one another before they allow a horde of children to come between them. Lorne and I expect to have our first child about two years from now. After that we may have a couple more paced at three year intervals. We'll first see how the first baby works out. Maybe it'll be an only child. Nothing wrong with that. In a world faced with disaster due to over-population governments should hand out medals for small families just as they did when they encouraged large ones.
"Sorry. I got a little off the track preaching about the joys of planned parenthood. I was telling you about my life as a girl. Well, I was a dumpy little thing who always had her hand in the cookie jar. It wasn't until I took notice of boys at the age of twelve or so that I began to diet. Since then I haven't gone a pound overweight. I guess this should tell you how much I like boys.
"I waited until college before I lost my virginity. There was something about getting away from home for the first time that brought out the lecher in all young people.
"It happened after a dance. I went along with this boy named John to a hot-pad motel. A hot-pad is a place where a couple can rent a room at an hourly rate. The turnover on the beds is so rapid that that is where the term came from. Since the motel was situated right next to the college its fortune was made.
"Once I got into the room with John I changed my mind about becoming a woman. Somehow it was all so cut-and-dried. Although I had planned to lose my cherry in college the setting just didn't seem right. I really didn't care much for the boy, either. John, a senior, was an old hand at screwing freshmen girls and he didn't seem all that excited by the prospect of getting into my pants. He a big, good-natured slob who won his letter at his favorite sport ... F for fucking.
"When I told John that I wasn't up to sex he opened his pants and pulled out his erected penis. 'I'm up to it,' he said. 'Now I didn't lay out three bucks for this room just so you could run out on me. Relax. Take it easy. I got a rubber."
"The oafish senior thought that I wanted to leave out of my fear of getting knocked-up. To prove that he was a careful lover he opened the small, tin-foil package that contained the rubber and then let me watch as he slipped it on over his upright tool. I was strangely attracted to his actions as I would be to a man feeding a snake.
"Once John had the rubber in place he hurried out of his clothes. He undressed near the door as if ready to block my exit in case I had any ideas of beating him out of his three bucks before he had his fun. Since I seemed to be trapped I started to strip.
"As soon as I was naked that lechery that had prompted me to accept the student's offer of love took hold of my body again. At eighteen my figure had reached its full development and I could see by the way the boy leered that all my dieting had not been in vain. 'Damn, you sure got some built!' was the way the college senior expressed himself.
"His rip-roaring hard-on deserved a like comment and I spoke it. Now that the formalities had been put aside it was time for action. After all, John had only rented the bed for an hour and we had used up at least ten minutes already.
"'Be gentle with me,' I heard myself say. I don't know where I got that line but I was sure that it was from some corny book or movie. I just wanted the big-cocked senior to know that my slit had never been penetrated before.
"John obviously didn't hear me and proceeded with a fornication that was a near-rape. He mounted my body and rammed his rubberized pole into my sexual opening. There was a sharp, tearing pain and I let out a cry. This was the hurting, bloody moment in which girls were turned into women.
"The student's body was heavy and it slammed against my flesh with each screwing stroke. I felt as if his rod had swollen to twice its size inside my body. 'John ... John ... easy ... I begged.
"Once more he ignored me intent only on his own release. He rammed his thick, meaty tube all the way into my cleft time and time again until he let out a sigh and then stopped. I could feel his come fill the tip of the rubber designed for such a task. John kept pouring the stuff out until he breathed still another sigh of relief. He pulled his prick out of me and felt the come-filled tip of the rubber. 'Man, look at all that stuff!' he exclaimed.
"He was so boorish that he ignored my feelings entirely as he basked in his own virility. My pussy was covered red and moist with virginal blood. I went into the bathroom and stood next to a small basin. As I washed my ravaged slit John came in behind me. He placed his partially limp penis on the basin and slowly peeled the rubber off. Once again I thought of a snake. This time it was as if it were shedding a skin.
"John dumped his semen into the basin where it mixed with my blood and the motel's water. I felt sick. I wanted to throw up but the basin was messy enough. Instead I dried my sore box and went back to the bed where I lay with a towel pressed between my legs.
"The student who had just racked up another cherry lay on his side next to me and sucked my nipples. He seemed a lot calmer now. He was like a jungle cat who had just been fed and now could be petted. John licked both of my breasts and sucked a hickey mark right on my belly button. I wanted to get aroused and enjoy my first sexual affair but I felt cold. I just wanted to get dressed and get out of the hot-pad. When the hour was up I crawled into my clothes and hurried back to my own room at the college. My roommate, a pretty girl my age, asked me how I had made out. I put on my best smile. 'Today I am a woman,' I informed her.
"Her face lit up. 'No kidding? Welcome to the club, Betty,' she said.
"It seemed that Margo, too, had been rammed in her freshman semester at college. Now that we had something in common sex became our main topic of conversation. We were typical American college girls attending school for bachelors rather than bachelor degrees.
"Margo never got to finish school because she got herself knocked-up by another student who eventually did the 'right thing' by marrying her. Today my former roommate has five kids and is living in Texas with her engineer husband. She seems happy so I guess that she was meant to be a mother rather than a career girl.
"I had the idea that I would get into the glamour world of communications so I went all the way for my degree ignoring at least three offers of marriages. I was also propositioned at least a dozen times but I didn't ignore all of them. After all, I'm healthy, normal girl who needs a regular supply of meat.
"Once out in the cold, cruel world I found that it wasn't as easy as I had thought to get into communications. There were at least five girls with college degrees for every job, however menial, in the popular field. Eventually I wound up in advertising which was where I met Lorne, my husband.
"I didn't meet Mr. Right right away but had to go through a few Mr. Wrongs first. To begin with there was Al. He was a womb-crawler. It isn't as sexy as it sounds. By womb-crawler I mean one of these weak-willed males who couldn't take the world so they were always trying to get back to the safety of a maternal and domineering woman. I don't consider myself especially motherly and I am certainly not domineering. I believe that the man should be the head of the house. I'm not one of these castrating females who envy a man for his balls and is always trying to cut them off of any guy they find. There are some men, however, who don't mind being castrated and Al was one of them. Don't ask me how I got tied up with him because I don't know. We got together like oil and water.
"Al moved in with me and didn't waste time quitting his job. Like a true womb-crawler he wanted me to take care of him. Well, I soon put an end to that shit and handed him his walking papers.
"Martin wasn't too bad. As a matter-of-fact he would've been perfect for me except for one, small fault of his ... he was married. The bastard had passed himself off as a bachelor but I should've known that he had to have at least one wife stashed in the background.
"Gregory was a mean son-of-a-bitch. He was as handsome as a movie idol and knew when to put on the sweet talk but he was all con and a yard wide. He started borrowing money from me claiming that some emergency debts had come up. Naturally that was the last I ever saw of my cash. When I finally told him he was off the dole because I was just another working girl he punched me in the stomach and slapped me around. It was the first time in my life I had ever been beaten up.
"By the time I was twenty-three I was about ready to give up men for life. There was a dyke in the office who was always after me and I considered making it with her. Why not? At least half the girls I knew had had at least one homosexual experience and it didn't seem to do them any harm. Maybe I was just ripe for a woman in my life.
"Lorne came along and saved me from the clutches of Lesbian love. I fell for him right away. He was only a year older but well thought of by the advertising company we both served. I dug his square jaw, his bright, brown eyes and his massive shoulders. In college Lorne had played football and the slight break in his nose that he had received from the sport gave his face a rugged, manly cast. He was, at first sight, just my kind of stud. But so many creeps had hurt me by this time that I didn't dare hope for anything more than a couple of rolls in the hay with him.
"When Lorne asked me out for the first time I fully expected to be laid before the dawn's early light. He took me to his apartment for a 'nightcap' which is an eight-letter word for a four-letter word. I did, however, get a drink. I had to admit that Lorne was an expert seducer and he didn't rush into me right away. I suppose he knew that I was only too willing to roll over for him so he didn't feel pressed for time.
"Lorne sat down next to me on the sofa and started rubbing my knee. Soon he had his hand on my thigh and then ever onward to my crotch. He pressed me back on the sofa, placed his lips against mine and started inching off my panties. Well, I thought at the moment, here I go again.
"As soon as my panties were off Lorne was on top of me. His dick was stiff and large. In went the wide head of his penis and I sighed. Up until that time I had been fairly celibate. I was still in a state of shock from the beating I had gotten from my latest Mr. Wrong. Now Lorne was turning me on to sex again.
"He slipped the entire length of his cock into my opening. I could tell that he had at least a half inch on most men and his pole of manhood was also a bit thicker. I wondered how many dark holes it had plunged into before me.
"Lorne lifted and fell beginning his fornicating strokes. He still didn't rush. He certainly was a lot different from that college creep of a few years ago who all but raped me in a motel room. Lorne knew enough to hold back and not squirt his semen too soon. In this way he kept his prick hard for a longer period of time. The longer he kept it hard the more strokes he managed to get in. He rose and fell, rose and fell until I was almost out of my mind with excitement. My pussy was red hot and I pushed up against his muscular body. Then Lorne released his load. He had been holding it back so long that it all but shot a hole through my body.
"We lay locked in each other's arms for a half an hour before our bodies were cool enough to part. Lorne sat up and smiled. 'Has anyone ever told you, Betty, that you're a great piece of ass?'
"I blushed and lowered my eyelashes.
"After Lorne had my body I didn't expect he would ever marry me. I was brought up to believe that once a boy has your body he loses all respect for you so a proposal was out of the question. It was an old-fashioned belief for a modern swinger like me but I could never shake it off.
"I moved in with Lorne and we had a sort of marriage without the proper words being laid on us to make the relationship legal. Lorne didn't have to ask me to marry him since I was giving him everything he asked for including home cooking. But he shocked me one evening when we were in bed by asking for my hand in marriage. I couldn't see why because he already had that hand and all that other stuff. When I asked him why the proposal he answered, 'We get along so beautifully together, Betty, and I want to keep you for good."
"Well, I wasn't about to turn him down. I was still old-fashioned enough to want a man of my own ... legally. We were hitched in modest ceremony at a local church. Neither of us was religious but a church seemed a lot more romantic than the chilly corridors at City Hall.
"Nothing really changed for awhile. We didn't go on a honeymoon because our vacations weren't due for months. Besides, what would we do on a honeymoon that we hadn't already been doing? When vacation time did roll around we took off to a fancy resort hotel near a beach. It was there that Lorne told me about a house in the suburbs he had his eye on. I was against the move. We were both perfectly content in the city apartment and, since we weren't planning on having children for another five years, there was no problem of suddenly being pressed for space.
"'I know, Betty,' my legal husband told me, 'but the best investment in the country today is real estate. While the value of the dollar goes down property values increase. It's really a waste of money to keep paying rent."
"I went along with Lorne hoping that he was only interested in buying a house in suburbia as an investment, one that he would cash in on later. I didn't relish living in the sticks because I had been brought up in them. At heart I was a city girl and going to suburbia was like a retreat into the past.
"I had to admit it was an attractive ranch-style house complete with patio and garage. We spent the next couple of months filling the place with furniture so I didn't mind being out in the wilds. I also kept my job which as a blessing. As a childless wife I had the time to bring in another salary. We both worked to pay for the house, furniture and new car. When Lorne told me that he wanted me to quit in another year or so I was disappointed. 'What would I do with myself all day, Lorne?' I cried.
"He shrugged. 'What do the other wives do when their husbands are away?'
"That was an interesting question. All my new neighbors had small families so even a woman with three school-aged children had time to spare. Some of them even had maids come in part-time to do the housework. Lorne offered to hire a girl but I refused. I was domestic enough to want to clean my own house.
"A year ago my husband got a promotion and a raise. This should be something to rejoice about but it really heralded the beginning of some new problems. Now that Lorne was up in the eighteen-grand a year bracket he decided that we could do without my salary. I told him it wasn't the extra money I wanted so much as the opportunity to work beside him in the city. 'I'm the bread-winner, dear,' he told me. 'Do you realize that you are about the only wife in our community who goes to work?'
"'So that's it! ' I exclaimed. 'It hurts your male ego to see me bring in a salary. I don't care what our neighbors think. I want to work."
"Well, as I told you before, I believed that a man should rule the roost and I practiced what I preached by quitting my job. Staying at home while my husband went out to work was a new experience for me. I cleaned the breakfast dishes and did some housework. By noon I was through for the day until dinner. I switched on the color T.V. and watched some dumb quiz show for a half-hour. After that I went for a walk.
"My neighbors were surprised to see me out and around in the middle of the day. Sharon, the girl who lived next door, seemed pleased by the fact that I no longer went to work. She invited me into her kitchen for coffee. I was now learning how to be a suburban housewife.
"Sharon was twenty-eight and she had two children going to grade school. Her husband, Henry, owned a travel agency in the city. 'You seemed lost,' Sharon told me as soon as we got into her house. 'It takes time to get used to suburban living after being a working girl for so long."
"'I don't know if I'll ever get used to it,' I confessed. 'I guess I'll have to develop a passion for daytime television."
"She laughed lightly. 'Oh, you would be surprised at the activities you can join out here, Betty,' she told me.
"'For instance?'
"When the girl blushed I realized I had stumbled on something that she didn't want to reveal just yet. She stammered and mentioned the local tennis court. After that she drew away from the subject of fun and games entirely.
"I stayed with Sharon until her children were dropped off in front of her door by the school bus. Since I could see that she would be busy for awhile I said goodbye and left. Just as I stepped out of the door Sharon asked me and Lorne to join her and her husband for cocktails the following weekend. I accepted quickly and then wondered if I had done the right thing because I hadn't sounded out Lorne on the subject. When he came home I told him about the invitation and he seemed pleased. 'Well, things are picking up,' he said. 'I'm glad to see that you have someone to talk to during the day, Betty."
"Lorne and I were not complete strangers to the couple next door since we had been living next to them for over a year. But this was the first time we had ever mingled socially. It was Saturday afternoon and Sharon sent her kids out to a movie. 'Hate to drink with the little ones around,' she explained. 'Hell, you can't even say a good, healthy, sexy word. You know what they say about little pictures having big ears?'
"Once again I had the feeling that the girl was hiding something. She certainly didn't mind revealing her body, though. She wore a mini-skirt and a low-cut blouse. I had the impression that her favorite form of dress was her birthday suit. There was a bit of the exhibitionist in every woman but Sharon had more than her share. Lorne didn't mind and leered openly. It was the first time in our short marriage that he had ever shown interest in another woman.
"Henry, Sharon's husband, was a slightly built man with sleek black hair and dark eyes that always seemed to be shifting. He had the habit of touching my arm every time he wanted to make a point. He seemed to be as much interested in me as his wife was in Lorne. 'Yes, I think it's about time we all got together,' he told me with his fingertips on my arm. 'The last couple who lived here were in their sixties. They've retired to Florida. I was glad to see some young blood for a change when you two moved in."
"The drinks came pretty fast. When I told Henry I was at my limit he said, 'Nonsense! You only live across the way. It isn't as if you had to drive home."
"That seemed reasonable so I went beyond my limit and so did Lorne. When all four of us were high Sharon announced that it was time to show her favorite movie. I groaned when her husband wheeled out a movie projector and screen. I was sure we were in for one of those awful home movies featuring her children Just when things got lively they had to throw on that wet blanket.
"Sharon pulled the drapes shut and her dark, sleek husband switched on the projector. On the screen was a grainy picture of an old car pulling up to a farmhouse. It took me a moment before I realized that this couldn't be a recently made home movie since it was older than all of us who were watching the screen.
"'Well, I'll be damned!' Lorne exclaimed happily. 'I haven't seen one of these since college.' "I soon found out what he meant. It was a stag film. Although I had heard of such blue pictures, of course, I had never actually seen one. My boredom quickly vanished as I watched a husky young guy pile out of the old car and knock at the door of the farmhouse. A shapely blonde answered it. Through hand movements I understood that he was a salesman and she was the well-known farmer's daughter of countless dirty jokes.
"The salesman opened a sample case and pulled out a panty and bra set. More hand movements as the man tried to get her to undress. She fluttered her eyelashes but finally gave in and took off her clothes.
"The blonde had a nice figure with moderate-sized breasts and a cute fanny. The camera closed in on her hairy pussy. 'Look at that box!' Lorne cried.
"'I'm an ass-man myself,' Henry informed us.
"'I'm a cock-woman,' Sharon said with a laugh.
"It was easy to see why Sharon and Henry sent their kids to the movies ... they wanted to see an X-rated one in the house. I watched in awe as the film progressed. The salesman rubbed his hand over the girl's pubic area and then fondled her breasts. All pretense of 'plot' was now thrown to the winds as the couple got down to the meat of the thing.
"'Wait'll you see the hang on this guy,' Sharon told me.
"I watched as the salesman took off his clothes. He way a bit on the heavy side but his prick, as Sharon had promised, was quite sizeable. It looked like at least seven inches. The blonde knelt in front of the upright tool and started running her tongue over it.
"'Yummy!' Sharon sighed aloud.
"'Oh, man, I'm creaming in my jeans right now,' her husband said.
"She slapped him on the leg. 'Don't waste that stuff, baby,' she told him. 'You know how much I need joy-juice."
"I cringed. I was no prude but I wasn't used to so much sex talk. I didn't mind talking dirty with Lorne but this was in company. Lorne, however, enjoyed it all. When the blonde on the screen opened her mouth wide and started sucking the huge penis he said, 'She'll choke herself to death on that wang."
"'Oh, but what a lovely way to go!' Sharon shrieked.
"I tried to join in on the laughter to prove I was a modem, with-it woman but I just couldn't. Sex, I felt, was something to be enjoyed in private and not as a public spectacle. But I seemed to be alone in this belief since my husband and the other couple kept making loud, raw, laughing comments on the sex scene in front of them.
"There was a close-up of the man having an orgasm. The blonde held his erected staff in her hand with the shiny head of it an inch or so away from her wide-open mouth. Everyone became very quite suddenly at this climatic moment. Once the performers proved that they were not faking an orgasm the blonde closed her mouth over the spurting penis and fellated away.
"After the oral act was completed the salesman knelt in front of the blonde and started chewing on her vagina. 'She's eating-stuff, all right,' Lorne sighed.
"It then dawned on me why the couple had put on this stag movie. They were using it to sound us out on our sexual tastes. Although I was only watching the film passively my husband was making enough comments to prove that he dug fellatio and cunnilingus. And, since he liked oral sex, this had to mean that I had no objections against them either.
"When the stag movie ended Lorne asked Henry if he had any more.
"'I got a complete collection,' Henry said. 'I got women with women and men with men, too. I got a movie of a girl and a Great Dane and another of three men and three women having an orgy."
"'Well, let's see them!' Lorne urged. 'Lights!
Camera! Action!'
"'The kids are due home any minute,' Henry told us. 'You wouldn't want them to come in and see a sex movie, would you? Don't worry. You two will see them all in time."
"Sharon opened the drapes and I could see that her face was flushed and her eyes were bright. This was one turned-on girl. She seemed ready for anything. By the way the men walked I could see that both had hard-ons. Sharon, of course, didn't mind mentioning this aloud. 'You guys look like you're about to split your britches!' she said.
"Again there was another round of sex talk. As Henry put away the projector and screen his small son and daughter came in. I was relieved because this meant that all the horny conversation had to come to an end. It was near sundown when I staggered across the driveway with Lorne to our own house.
"'Oh, man, what a party!' Lorne exclaimed. 'I can't wait to see those other fuck-films."
"'I think they're rationing them up so that we have to keep coming back to their house,' I said.
"'What's wrong with that? Hell, I almost got into Sharon today. That pig is sex-crazy."
"'Henry is, too,' I told him. 'I'm sure he has plans for me."
"Lorne froze for a moment. A light went on in his whiskey-soaked brain. 'Swappers!' he gasped joyfully. 'Yeah. It all figures. That's what they are leading up to. Man, now I know I can tear off a piece of Sharon's ass!'
"I drew in my breath. 'Swapping works both ways, Lorne,' I informed him flatly. 'If you bang Sharon then Henry will have every right to expect the same service from me."
"Lorne shrugged and laughed aloud. 'So what? He's not a bad looking guy."
"'So what? So it's adultery, Lorne!' I all but screamed.
"'Big deal,' he responded. 'You haven't been convent-bred. What's a little sex amongst friends?' "I couldn't accept adultery as casually as my husband was able to and I suppose that's why I'm here, doctor. We've been back to the house next door and we've seen all the sex films. Sharon has made it very clear that she is after my husband and Henry has made passes at me openly. On our last meeting the horny pair put it to us bluntly ... they want to swap.
"Lorne is all for it but I can't bring myself to go along with a four-way adultery. He told me that there is a regular swapping club in the suburban community and that this would expand our sexual horizons no end. While it is hard enough for me to accept another man now Lorne wants me to take on another dozen or so suburban husbands. My refusal to join the swap club has put a crimp in his sex plans because he can't wait to get at Sharon and all those other wives.
"Eventually I'll probably give in and join the sex club just to keep my husband happy. I really don't want to but what else can I do, doctor?"
Reaction: I told Betty that, if she did have strong feelings against joining a swap club, she should stick to her guns and not yield to her husband's demands. She seemed disappointed by my reaction and I could tell that she had come to me in the first place to get some kind of "official" okay to indulge in the sexual experiment. To Betty I was an authority-figure who could absolve her of guilt by giving her my permission to join the swap group. Since it was obvious to me that the young housewife was going to belong to the sex club I told her to see me again if her conscience bothered her.
Betty is a mature and sexually adjusted woman who is capable of making her own decisions yet she was compelled to seek out an authority-figure to talk to. In this case she sought out a clinical psychologist. Betty, coming from a stable home, grew up accepting advice from older people willingly. Unlike some women who join swap clubs as an act of rebellion against their parents' stern upbringing Betty feels she has to join because her husband, another authority-figure, is urging her to do so. Yet, as much as she wants to obey this man, she cannot bend to his demand on this point. Although Betty likes to pose as a "modem" young woman without sexual repressions there is still enough old-fashioned morality in her that makes her draw the line at adultery.
When Betty left my office I knew that she would be back after her first swap session. By talking to me she would somehow salve her raging conscience. I was willing enough to allow her to discharge her guilt for I realized that I was about to see how a swap begins and grows. I had no idea how it would end. This was something that Betty would provide in due course.
CHAPTER TWO
"Well, here I am back again, doctor. Seems like you were right about me wanting to go along with the swap because that's what happened. I'll not keep you in suspense so I'll fill you in on all the gory details right away.
"Sharon dropped by to see me the day after I visited you here, doctor. I had the idea that she wanted to put on some extra pressure about joining the swappers. It wasn't long before she came directly to that sexy point. 'Betty,' she said, 'you'd be surprised at how many men are drooling over you. You're the cutest girl to move into our suburbia in years."
"'And I suppose there are a lot of women drooling over my husband, too?' I wondered.
"She winked. 'Include me in on that pack,' she answered. 'I dig men with broad shoulders. He looks good enough to eat."
"I knew just how she meant that. Sharon was the oral type who liked to express herself with her mouth. Lorne was also the type to respond to this kind of love-making. I knew that the two would make a great pair in bed. Sharon was well aware of this and that was why she wanted me to join the local sex club. Like all well-run swap groups there were no 'singles.' The male-female ratio had to be kept in balance so this meant husbands and wives came into the horny organization as sets or not at all.
"'You know, Betty,' Sharon informed me, 'I was shy about becoming a swapper at first, too. Henry said that, after the first session, I could quit if I didn't like it. Well, you can see that I didn't quit after the first swap. Variety is the spice of love. If I didn't have a sex party every now and then I'd go out of my mind in the suburbs."
"'Don't you feel the least bit ... guilty?' I wanted to know.
"'Of course not!' she replied with her eyebrows flying upwards in surprise. 'What is there to feel guilty about? Don't you know that this is the new age of sexual freedom where people are finally beginning to loosen up and enjoy themselves? Sex is fun and not a sin. I used to be up-tight about everything but now I can swing with the best. Don't waste your youth, your looks and your mind restricting yourself to one man, Betty."
"When I told Sharon that I had had other men before I was married she told me that I was lucky since she had entered her marriage night as a virgin. 'It is sheer madness to go through life sleeping with only one other person,' she insisted. 'I was just about to flip from boredom when Henry discovered the swappers. The group had begun to form and he wanted to join. I, of course, acted like a perfectly square housewife and told him that my body was not for public consumption. I was properly shocked that my own husband would be so willing to share me with other men. I knew that he wanted to get at the other women in the club and I was his ticket to this exotic, new world. Finally I agreed to test the swappers fully expecting to be revolted. But, it wasn't that way at all, Betty. My first man was a big, husky brute just like your husband. By the way he went at me with his mouth and cock I couldn't help but feel like a new woman. He made me realize how exciting sex really was. I had fallen into a rut with Henry so that sex had become a duty rather than a pleasure.
This man, the second one in my entire life, recharged my failing batteries and I was off and away. The same thing will happen to you, Betty.' "Sharon was certainly coming on with the hard sell. I was sure that, eventually, I would have to give in to all the pressures and shack-up with her husband.
"When Lorne came home that evening he asked me if I had had any visitors. It then dawned on me that he had put the girl up to the sexy sales pitch. 'You really must have a hard-on for the little lady next door,' I told him.
"Lorne pulled me down into his lap and rubbed his hands over my legs. 'Baby,' he said, 'when rape is inevitable you should lay back and enjoy it. Sooner or later you'll join the swap club."
"'What makes you so sure?'
"'Because I know what a sexy bitch you are, Betty,' he smiled. 'The minute you start going you won't be able to stop. Now why not be a good girl and come along with me to our neighbors?'
"I sucked in my breath. 'Okay, how about right now?' I offered.
"He looked at me with an amazed expression on his face. 'You mean it?'
"'Give Sharon a call and tell her that your prick is hers."
"I got a kick out of the way Lorne hedged. After being so all-fired up to have a sex orgy he claimed that he wanted his dinner first and then a rest. 'No use trying to swing when you haven't got the energy to even wave your wang,' he said with his voice on edge.
"'We don't have any Spanish Fly in the house,' I said pointedly. 'Should I send out for it if 'you can't get a bone on?'
"This mild assault on his manhood made Lorne sit up. 'Wait'll we go across the way,' he said. 'Then we'll see who needs a shot of Spanish Fly."
"Lorne had turned my own insult back upon me. He was now challenging my womanhood. This, I suppose, doctor, was the real reason I felt I had to join the swappers. I wanted to prove that I was not afraid of sex in any form.
"After Lorne was fed and rested he was ready to take on the world beginning with Sharon of the hot panties.
When he called her I found myself hoping that she would have something else on that night but, unfortunately, she was more than anxious to have us come over. I could all but hear Henry pant on the other end of the phone.
"The first one to greet me at the door was my neighbor's little girl and this stunned me for a moment. I had all but forgotten about the fact that Henry and Sharon had a pair of very young children. Were they going to be sent away for a few hours or were they going to stay in the house?
"Henry and Lorne shook hands and then punched one another on the arm like a couple of old war buddies. Sharon gazed into my eyes knowingly as if to indicate that she had always expected me to join the club. It was a little after nine and this was the hour Sharon usually put her children to bed. The kids complained but she hearded them into the rear of the house like any dutiful mother.
"Henry made four drinks and handed me one. I couldn't bring myself to look into his leering eyes. I drank quickly hoping I could numb my anxious feelings with alcohol.
"'Well, they'll be sound asleep in another half hour,' Sharon said when she came back into the room.
"'Are you sure we won't disturb them, Sharon?' I asked betraying my nervousness.
"She laughed and patted my hand. 'Honey, those kids have slept through more swap parties than I dare to count."
"'Besides,' her husband added, 'we always lock their bedroom door just in case. Don't worry, Betty. The little ones won't be coming in during the party."
"I gave him a weak smile. Somehow I felt uneasy about having sex with a pair of innocent youngsters so close by. They were small now but what about later on when they begin to add two and two and come up with a swap orgy? Someday they may wonder why mommy and daddy always shooed them out of the room when a couple dropped by for a visit.
"Sharon and Lorne wasted no time coming together. They drank and whispered in a corner getting more warmed up with every second. Henry offered me another drink and I accepted it. Maybe I would get so stoned out of my skull that he would forget me and screw his own wife.
"Henry turned off one of the lamps and the room became gloomy lit with only one small bulb. As he drank with one hand Henry slipped the other paw against my waist. 'Was it Sharon's talk that convinced you to come over here, Betty?' he asked in a low voice.
"'Seems like everyone was in on plan to get me to join the gang,' I said. 'Do you always send out a girl to make the pitch?'
"'As a matter-of-fact we do,' he informed me. 'In time you'll be talking other shy wives into swinging with the group."
"'Don't be too sure I'm going to be a member,' I said. 'I'm only here because of my husband. Once he gets this out of his system ... '
"Henry kissed me lightly on the lips. 'Sure, baby,' he sighed. 'That's what my wife said when she first joined."
"I looked over at Lorne and Sharon. My husband had the woman in his lap as he sat on a plush chair. He had her dress all the way up to her hips. It was obvious that she had been expecting company because she wasn't wearing any panties. I could see her bush and Lorne's hand fingering the waiting slit. Their lips were pressed together and Sharon's face was flushed with passion. It was clear to see that the girl had a low-boiling point.
"Henry finished his drink and now he had both hands free. He pressed against my body and started groping at my rump. I felt a little foolish standing there with a drink in my hand as I was being molested so I drank quickly. Oddly enough I felt cold, stone sober.
"I watched in stunned surprise as Sharon zipped my husband's fly open and brought out his rigid cock. Somehow I had thought that couples went to separate rooms in a swap session. Making it with another man was one thing but making it in front of my husband was still another. Lorne, however, didn't seem to mind as he started taking off his clothes along with Sharon.
"Henry led me over to a couch only a few feet away from our respective if not respectable mates. With a deft movement of his hand he opened his pants and exposed his erected penis. He seemed a bit put out by my lack of sexual light and fire. 'Come on, Betty,' he urged. 'Swapping is like getting olives out of a bottle; once you get the first one the rest come easy."
"'Do we have to do it here?' I asked desperately throwing a glance at Lorne and Sharon who were now almost completely naked.
"'Doll, that's the fun of making it in a group,' he explained. 'You can look as well as get looked at!'
"I was beginning to feel like the Odd Girl Out with my aversion to baring my all in front of the others. My husband was the first to get completely naked. When he stood in front of Sharon with his tool huge and ready for work she grabbed it with both hands and gave it a yank. She then stripped off the rest of her clothes and threw her arms around his neck. The girl was even more anxious for a screwing than he was. She jumped and wrapped her bare legs around my husband's waist so that his stiff prick was pushed up between her creamy butt halves. They kissed with open mouths. Lorne walked over to the couch with the naked girl still attached to him and fell on top of her. I was sitting at one end of the couch and I had a clear view of the actual genital contact. My husband slipped his lust-swollen cock into the girl's cleft and buried it completely inside her body. She moaned.
"Henry was so taken by the sight that he, too, watched as he took off his clothes. My husband banged his wife and Henry stared on with a damp smile. Soon I was the only one in the room with clothes on. I decided that I was more self-conscious with clothes on than naked so I stripped. I undressed rapidly so I could get the swap session over with as soon as possible. When I was nude Henry switched his attention to me. He cupped his hands under both of my breasts. 'I love red nipples,' he breathed and then started sucking on one of them.
"Lorne and Sharon thrashed about so passionately on the couch that we had to leave it. Henry took me over to the plush chair our mates had started from moments ago. He sat down first and took me into his lap. I felt his hard dick push against my anus. At the same time he fingered my slit with one hand while squeezing a breast with the other. Henry put his mouth into action by licking my neck and shoulders. When he went for sex he went all the way.
"On the couch Lorne was in the midst of an orgasm. I could tell because he stopped thrusting into the girl and his breathing became labored. Sharon brought her knees up and then dug her fingers into his broad back.
"'They got theirs,' Henry whispered, 'now let's get ours."
"He slipped down into the chair a bit and then brought his penis out from between my butt halves. He had me sitting on his lap facing away from him while he guided his stick into my vagina. I looked down and saw the sexual contact. When he rammed his meat all the way into me he grabbed both of my breasts and massaged them. 'Move your ass back and forth, Betty,' he all but ordered.
"Henry wasn't in the position to do much moving so I had to be the one to create the erotic friction. I moved my rump back and forth over his body with his cock still attached to me. Lorne and Sharon, still flushed from their first sexual victory, sat up on the couch and watched. Henry was right about one thing ... swappers did get a special kick out of seeing and being seen. Despite myself I found the audience of two stimulating. I spread my legs a bit more and reached down to fondle Henry's testicles.
"'That's it ... that's it!' he gasped and arched his body up against mine. Then he shot his load.
"I ground my pussy and came down on his spewing tool as he flooded me. Henry let go of my breasts and threw himself back on the chair with a loud moan. I rested against him and his partially-limp penis fell out of my cleft. My entire body trembled. Henry wasn't as well-endowed as my husband or nearly as good looking but he really turned me on with the Chair Fuck. I dug all kinds of sexual positions but this was a new one on me.
"'Are you glad you came now, Betty?' my husband asked.
"'Henry here did all the coming,' I answered.
"Sharon giggled and stretched her arms showing off her lovely breasts. 'Wait'll the rest of the gang gets a load of you two,' she said.
"I had forgotten about all the others. 'Just how many members are in this sex club?' I wanted to know.
"Henry rubbed his hand over my snatch. 'Twelve couples besides us,' he told me. 'I'm glad that I got to you before the others. There are a few guys in the club who'll eat you alive, Betty."
"'Speaking of food,' Sharon said, 'I can use a frankfurter right now."
"The naked girl turned over on her side and took my husband's penis orally. She positioned herself in such a way so that Lorne could mouth her at the same time. My husband reacted quickly by burying his head between her legs. He made loud, sucking sounds with his mouth. Sharon's head bobbed up and down as she fellated Lorne but I couldn't see the actual sexual contact because her long hair covered the erotic site completely. Somehow this made the act of oralism seem all the more thrilling. There was something to the theory that what was hidden was more exciting than what was bared. Now that I had gotten over the shock of being naked with others I no longer felt shy.
"I waited for Henry to make the next advance. He seemed so imaginative that anything could happen. He slipped out from under me and then went down on his knees. As I sat on the chair he spread my legs wide and started licking my pubic area. As he performed cunnilingus I thought I heard a child's voice in the back of the house.
"Henry and Sharon didn't pay any attention to the sound so I assumed that they were used to hearing their children talk during a swapping orgy. Somehow I felt uneasy. Although the sex party had finally gotten to me the child's voice began to turn me off. I felt guilty about making it in the living room with the kid's father.
"On the couch Lorne rolled over on his back so that the nude woman was on top of him in the good old Sixty Nine position. He stretched one leg out so that he rested his foot on the carpet. That was my husband ... he liked comfort in everything including a blow job.
"Henry became increasingly aroused and looped my legs over each arm of the chair so that my vagina was widely spread. He fingered the fleshy bud of my clitoris which was throbbingly erect with lust and then pressed his mouth against it. When he started to suck I drew in my breath sharply. The man certainly knew how to French a girl.
"In the rear of the house the children talked louder. I had the terrible fear that both youngsters would wander into the room in another second to catch their parents in an oral orgy with the couple from next door. Henry paid no attention to the noise and lapped all the way into my female opening. Once again desire overcame my concern.
"Sharon's head bobbed up and down faster and faster and I knew that Lorne had developed another erection. Suddenly the girl's movements stopped and I heard her swallow loudly. He was coming. Usually Lorne didn't have his climaxes so close together. The swap session had really turned on his manly powers.
"'Mommy!' a very young voice called from the back of the house.
"Sharon paid no attention to it as she continued to fellate my husband. Henry chewed on my vagina while slipping his index finger into my anal passage. Their child called to them again. The horny sex scene became weird. 'Shouldn't you see what she wants?' I said to both parents at once.
"For a moment there was no answer and then Sharon lifted her head allowing my husband's penis to flop back, drained for the second time. 'Shit!' she complained. 'That kid always louses things up just when we're having fun."
"Henry turned his face away from my hairy snatch. 'See what she wants, Sharon,' he told her.
"'I'll have to dress,' she complained. 'Besides, it's your turn now, Henry."
"I sat there bare-assed naked on the chair with my box wide open in amazement while the young couple bickered as if this were an ordinary party. Finally Henry got to his feet and pulled on his pants. 'That kid has rotten timing,' he said.
"After Henry put on a shirt he walked out of the room barefooted. I took my legs off the arms of the chair and hid my vagina with my hands. 'Shouldn't we all get dressed?' I asked.
"'No, my husband will unlock the door and lead her into the bathroom and be sure she won't come here,' Sharon answered. 'My girl must have some kind of kidney problem; she is always taking a leak."
"With this bit of motherly concern she mouthed my husband's sex organ again. I just couldn't get used to mixture of orgy and household duties. It would have been easier if Sharon and Henry had come to our childless house but, then, there would be the problem of finding a sitter. Even a swap party couldn't be put into action without paying attention to some prosaic matters.
"I heard a distant door unlock and a small girl's voice. Henry responded with a gruff complaint. Another door opened and closed. A moment later the toilet flushed. I heard the girl talk to her father again and this time I could hear what she said clearly. 'But why can't I see them, daddy?' she wondered.
"Henry mumbled something and, once again, I heard the bedroom door close and lock. The man returned to the living-room and quickly took off his clothes. 'That damned kid is getting nosy,' he said. 'She wanted to come in and see everybody."
"'Does she suspect?' I asked.
"'Of course not!' Henry assured me. 'She's only six. All kids that age want to stay up when they know company is around. Now where was I? ... Oh, yes!'
"Henry went back to his kneeling position in front of me and spread my legs. I was now unresponsive to his advances. That little business with the man's daughter made me feel chilly. As Henry chewed on my vagina I sat there like a dead thing. It is beautiful to have sex when you're in the mood but, when you really don't want it, sex can be a crashing bore.
"The four of us had another round of drinks and we sat around in the nude talking. I should say that the others talked; I just sat there getting loaded. From what I gathered, though, my husband was already making arrangements to meet a new couple. I was too depressed to argue with him.
"I guess I got pretty drunk because Lorne had to help me home. When we crossed the driveway I stumbled. 'What's the matter with you, Betty?' Lorne snapped. 'You never drank this much before."
"'It's that good suburban living,' I said.
"My husband took me into our bedroom and removed his clothes. I noticed that his body was full of hickies. He fell on the bed and sighed. 'Wow, can that Sharon go to town!' he exclaimed.
"I know that swappers are supposed to feel possessive of their mates but I felt jealous. What right did that pig across the way have to eat my husband so wildly? I didn't go down on her husband at all. I took off my clothes and snuggled up to Lorne under the covers. By force of habit I grabbed his prick.
"'Betty,' he whispered painfully, 'I'm just not in the mood.
"I let go of his beaten piece of meat and turned over so that my ass was pressed against his body. I stayed awake until I heard him drop off to sleep. Then I turned around again and took his thick, fat, limp dong in my hand once more. 'This still belongs to me,' I said and drifted off to sleep myself.
"Well, doctor, that's the beginning, middle and end of my first swapping adventure. Although it did have a couple of thrilling moments it didn't turn me on as much as it had my husband or the other couple. There must be something wrong with me. Why can't I enjoy sex like everybody else?"
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Betty is fully capable of enjoying uninhibited sex with her husband or with a group but she is still so new to the swapping game that she cannot let herself go. To begin with this was the first time she had ever had intercourse in front of an "audience." Voyeurism and exhibitionism are very much in evidence in mate-swapping groups. People join sex clubs in order to indulge in a variety of erotic experiences. In a group a person can look at many other naked bodies and also be seen naked by fellow members. Since there is at least a touch of the voyeur and the exhibitionist in each of us it is little wonder why group sex clubs are so popular.
A wife cannot so easily give up the man she loves to another woman even if she gets her husband in return. Betty, deeply in love with Lorne, resented the attentions Sharon gave him. Once she gets more deeply involved with the suburban swapping club Betty will gradually lose this possessiveness, I feel. She is still reacting to the newness of the sex group and falling back on her moralistic upbringing. In the depths of her mind is the voice of her conscience telling her that adultery is wrong despite her attempts to stifle it.
The couple's small children was another thing to dampen Betty's erotic desires. Like many Americans she equates motherhood with sainthood and is bothered by Sharon's free-wheeling sexuality. To Betty a small child represents purity and innocence and she felt guilty about having sex relations with the father of the children who were bedded down not too many feet away. After Henry had attended to his daughter Betty could not give into him again so passionately. In her eyes a father is some kind of authority figure who does not demean himself to engage in sex parties. Betty, a young woman with a strong respect for anyone who wields even the smallest degree of power over others, found it difficult to warm up to Henry again once he displayed his fatherly duties with his small daughter. Unable to express these feelings openly she resorted to the numbing effects of alcohol.
When I asked Betty if she thought that her drinking might increase while in suburbia she told me that it was very easy for a housewife with a great deal of time on her hands to start drinking early in the day. "I don't want to become a lush," she said, "but I feel I'm being driven to drink."
"And who is doing the driving?" I wondered.
"My husband ... who else?" was her reply.
Betty, it seems, has the very common tendency to blame all her faults on others. As my analysis of her progressed I could see these flaws in her character come to the surface. It will be interesting to find how a deeper involvement in the suburban swap club will act upon these flaws.
CHAPTER THREE
"It seems like I'm becoming a regular here, doctor. I wish I could tell you that I'm through with swapping but I'm afraid that Sharon and Henry are only the first couple down the long, winding road to weird, wild sex.
"Let me inform you, though, that I did try to walk the straight and narrow path of marital fidelity by telling my husband that I didn't want to swap again. He acted as if I were only joking. 'You know you like swapping as much as I do, Betty,' he said.
"This burned me because it was as if Lorne considered me a hypocrite who said one thing while doing another. Sharon also had the same idea. After she sent her kids to school one day she dropped over to see me. She was wearing a mini which seemed out-of-place for a suburban housewife. When she folded her legs I could see her panties. Well, at least she wasn't going around bare-assed in case she suddenly met a sexy milkman. Still, the girl flaunted a lot of bare skin. She was an exhibitionist to the backbone. I had to admit, though, she did have beautiful legs. 'When's Lorne due back home?' she teased. 'I can't get enough of that man."
"'Remember he is only a man,' I told her, 'and he can give so much satisfaction. After that party he couldn't get it up and he wouldn't even let me hold his cock."
"'That was sure some orgy,' she beamed. 'Henry is still talking about you."
"This surprised me because I had been passive most of the time and had capped the night by getting loaded. 'Are the kids talking about that night?' I wondered.
"'I don't know why you're so hung-up on what my kids think,' she responded. 'They're too young to know what's going on."
"'How about the couples with older children?' I asked. 'How do they hide the swap parties?'
"Sharon moaned aloud. 'Oh, Betty! You sound like a spinster school-teacher. Don't you know that the free acceptance of sex is in today? Even if some of the older kids did find out their folks are swappers what will be the harm? It's healthier to grow up knowing your parents like sex than feeling that they hate the subject. Anyhow, what do you have to worry about? You have no children of your own yet."
"I let the matter drop. It was obvious that Sharon wasn't concerned about being caught in the act of adultery by her son or daughter. She was more concerned about Lorne. The girl was awfully hooked on him. 'He really packs a cannon between his legs,' she sighed. 'I wish he were mine."
"'Isn't he already?'
"'I mean for keeps, Betty. A swap is fun but I still have to sleep with Henry most of the time.' "This was a new wrinkle. Sharon implied that the course of love in her marriage wasn't running smoothly. 'Henry isn't all that bad,' I told her. 'After all, I should know."
"'My husband is a great lay but lousy company,' the girl confessed. 'He can go for days without speaking to me. The only time he shows any desire to talk is during a swap session. I suppose that's why we have so many of them. Tomorrow night we're going to see Kate and Phil. You'll like them."
"My nerves tightened up. 'And just who are Kate and Phil?' I wanted to know.
"'They have that two-story house on the comer. Their kids are away at college so you won't have them to worry about it."
"'Just how old are they?' I asked wondering about the age of a couple who had college students for children.
"Sharon winked. 'They're not too old, Betty. No one in the club is past the mid-forties. Phil is just as good as he was when he was a young man and his wife got the kind of body males from ten to ninety have wet dreams about. They are the most active members in the club. You're in for a surprise when you meet them."
"'I'm surprised already,' I told her. 'I didn't know that a meeting was in the works."
"'Lorne didn't tell you? Well, I guess it must've slipped his mind,' Betty informed me.
"I couldn't wait until my husband got home that evening. Since I was going to be swapped the least he could've done was let me know about it. When Lorne did come home I faced him with the information Sharon had given me earlier.
"'I was going to tell you about the next swap party,' he explained but I wanted to wait until you were in a good mood."
"'You mean a definite date has been set for the meeting?' I all but screeched.
"Lorne grinned weakly and changed the subject to food. He went into the kitchen and started sniffing at the pots cooking on the gas range. I was so angry at him for making a date for a sex orgy without consulting me first that I went to the bedroom and let him serve his own dinner.
"The next day I took pains to look more closely at the couple who lived in the two-story house on the comer. While it was true that I had lived in the neighborhood for quite some time I had never had any reason before to check out the near-by residents. Now I looked at everyone as possible bed-mates. There was a sour-faced guy who lived a couple of blocks away who I feared might be a swap club member. As much as I liked sex I wasn't the type to take on everything in pants.
"Phil and Kate, it seemed, didn't spend much time around the neighborhood since they went to work together early in the morning and came back after dark. Sharon told me that they owned and operated a dry cleaning store in the city and often put in six day weeks. 'They really don't have to work all that hard but they've been doing it for so many years that they can't break the habit,' she said. 'Now that their children are away at college they want to work and save up for a retirement house."
"The word 'retirement' switched me off. It made the couple sound too old. I was only in my twenties and it was hard for me to imagine myself making love to a man in his forties. Why that made him old enough to be my father! Since Lorne was about my age this also meant that Kate could be his mother. I wondered if he knew what he was leading us into. My husband dug his women young and tender and I couldn't picture him making it with an old lady ... no matter how good looking and sexy she was.
"I still didn't get to see Kate and Phil until the evening we went over to their house. As usual I was nervous but Lorne was high with excitement. The horny bastard couldn't wait to throw his prick into a new hole.
"When he rang the doorbell a fleshy woman in skin-tight leotards greeted us. She wore a brown wig and, though she did her best to appear youthful, it was obvious to me that she was long in the tooth. Still, Kate was an attractive woman even though she impressed me as a bit over-blown. Lorne's eyes bulged a little so I could tell that he didn't care if she spotted him by almost two decades of life.
"The couple's house was spotless and filled with expensive furniture. The dry-cleaning business had to be pretty good to pay for it all besides sending three children to college. When I entered the living-room a large man with ruggedly handsome face greeted me. He reminded me of an ex-boxer. 'I'm Phil,' he grinned and encompassed my hand in one of his huge paws.
"I was relieved to see that the couple weren't the elderly monsters I had feared they might be. The mid-forties, after all, wasn't old age. Both Phil and Kate were still youthful if not young. 'Aren't you the pretty thing!' the man said with a leer in his voice as well as his green eyes.
"My heart picked up a beat. Although the four of us had just met it would be only a matter of minutes before we were in each other's body. The older couple offered us drinks and I tried to sip at my glass of scotch-and-soda to prove to my husband as well as the new couple that I wasn't a lush. But when Phil sat next to me on the sofa and patted my knee I all but bolted the booze down in a single swallow. 'I've had my eye on you for some time now, Betty,' he informed me. 'I almost jumped out of my drawers when I heard that you two had joined the swappers."
"Kate pinched my husband's cheek as if he were a little boy. 'You're a cute one, sweetheart,' she told him. 'Sharon tells me that you're in the advertising business."
"The conversation went from sex to commerce as we talked about what we did for a living. Kate told me that I should go back to work if I wanted to. 'A woman turns stale out here if she doesn't have anything to occupy her mind,' she said. 'I tried to be a lady of leisure when my last boy went off to college but I almost flipped out of my mind. I'm too active to get interested in cards and daytime television."
"For the next few minutes I actually forgot the sexy reason that had brought us all together as the four of us argued about the merits and the demerits of working wives. I was glad that I had found an ally in Kate but my husband still persisted in his belief that, quote, a woman's place was in the home, unquote. Then sex reared it's head once more when Phil patted my fanny and said, 'If you were my wife I'd want you around me twenty-four hours a day. That's why I have to keep my eye on Kate. As soon as my back is turned she's screwing another guy."
"'Hell, what the fuck do you think I'm going to do tonight?' she wondered and grabbed Lorne's crotch.
"'I know, honey,' he told her, 'but the difference is I can see what's going on. I don't mind you shacking-up with another stud but I can't stand you sneaking behind my back to do it.' "The couple then snapped at one another for a minute or so about the former lovers each of them had had relations with. It all seemed so silly to me. Since both were swappers now what did it matter if they used to have other male and females friends in the past? According to Kate and Phil adultery was socially acceptable as long as it was done in the open.
"The argument was over almost as soon as it had started. I got the impression the older couple liked to engage in these flare-ups almost as a sport. Then Phil invited us down into the basement. 'That's our fun and games room,' he said slyly.
"I knew what he meant. It was in the basement where the swappers did their swapping. As I followed Phil downstairs Kate gave my husband a quick, hard hug. 'Oh, I can't wait! Sharon tells me you got a cock that will choke a horse,' she said.
"'I don't know about that,' Lorne answered. 'I've never tried to get a horse to go down on me."
"Kate laughed shrilly and we all walked into the basement. It was dimly lit and huge pillows of every kind of color were scattered about the finished floor. I was sure that the place had witnessed many an orgy since that was what it seemed to be designed for. Phil touched a match to a wick and perfumed smoke began to rise. Incense. The couple certainly went all out to make our stay a pleasant one.
"'Let's all get comfortable,' Kate said and undid her blouse. When she took the garment off her husband sat on a pile of three or four pillows to untie his shoes. The sex part of the party had started. Lorne got right into the swing of things by stepping out of his loafers and pulling off his socks. I, as usual, was the last to start stripping. I pulled the zipper of my dress down and waited until Kate peeled off her leotards before I removed it.
"The woman took off her bra and revealed a massive pair of tits. She had a couple of inches on my bust development and her nipples were larger than silver dollars. Despite the size of her breasts they were firm and uptilted. Kate took off her panties and stood in front of us completely naked. There was a certain animal charm about her and I could see why males of all ages desired the fortyish woman. She reeked of sex. Her meaty breasts, her thickly-haired cunt and her ripe, full ass seemed to be made for all kinds of passions.
"Lorne was the next to become naked. It was clear that the woman's age didn't chill his desires because his glory-stick was in full erection. Kate bent over and stared directly at it. 'Damn! Sharon wasn't kidding!' she cried. 'Look at this, will you, Phil?'
"Her husband stopped in the middle of taking off his undershirt and looked at Lorne's uptilted tool. 'You don't see a seven-incher like that every day,' he said professionally. He pulled off his undershirt and exposed a very hairy chest.
"I realized I was still almost fully dressed and I quickly removed my slip. After I pulled it off over my head I noticed that Phil was nude. His penis hung limp. I recalled Sharon's remark about the man being just as good as a youth. So far he was all mouth.
"I hurried out of my bra and panties and then all four of us were as naked as the day we were born. Phil ran his eyes over me and nodded. 'You're a fine figure of a woman,' he said sincerely.
"I needed a drink but, alas, there was no bar in the basement. I would have to go through with the sex scene before I could get another drink. So, cold, stone sober I watched the big, nude man lumber towards me. He slipped his large hands over my body and kissed me on the mouth. His still limp prick pressed against my snatch.
"Kate moved about placing pillows on the floor, her lush rump wiggling nakedly. My husband gazed at her ass and fingered his stiff penis impatiently. When the older woman created a mattress comprising of eight or nine pillows she stretched out on it with her legs spread. I was surprised at just how much hair the woman had around her vagina. In the dim lighting of the basement Kate seemed much younger against the pillows. I was sure that that was why the woman wanted to do all the swapping in the place.
"Phil arranged a group of pillows to form a mattress right next to his wife. It was almost as if we were all to share the same giant bed. The man suddenly swept me up in his arms and weighed me. 'You're as light as a feather,' he said and then placed me gently on the soft pillows.
"I was just about touching Kate's shoulder with mine. I looked up at my husband as he stood at Kate's feet with a raging hard-on and could see the underside of his penis and his full, red balls. When he mounted the older woman I could see the expression on his face when he sank his rigid manhood into her waiting slit. Kate embraced him as he began to pump.
"Phil's penis started to develop slowly. I watched it swell and grow inch by inch and he helped the arousal along by pulling on his meat. When he did achieve a complete erection I could see that he was well-endowed after all.
"The man, who was only a couple of years younger than my father, pressed his heavy body down upon mine. His hairy chest scraped against my tender nipples. Phil edged the smooth head of his sex organ into my cleft and pushed downward. I grunted when he rammed the entire length of his tool into my tool box.
"Kate gave out with a joyous gasp at the same time. It was pretty weird being screwed by each other's husband while we were literally shoulder-to-shoulder. For a minute it looked like some kind of sex contest with both men trying to see who could last the longest. My husband knew how to hold back his orgasm to the last possible moment but he still came first.
"'Ohhhhhh!' Kate sighed as he poured his juice into her.
"While Lorne lay on top of the woman Phil kept going strong. As a matter-of-fact he seemed to be getting stronger as he pumped his meaty tube into me. I caught Lorne glancing at me. He couldn't hide his expression of envy. The older man was proving to be the better stud. Just to bug him I pretended to be much more excited that I really was and issued small cries of ecstasy as Phil banged me.
"Finally the man exploded. It was a strong squirt and I pushed up against him. Phil pressed his lips down on mine and we kissed as he poured out his love. The four of us lay together in silence amidst the plush, colored pillows. I've had lousier lays.
"The incense drifted about the dimly lit room and I felt I was in some kind of Arab harem. Lorne slid off the fleshy woman and licked her large breasts. Kate's nipples were now hard points of lust. My husband took one in his mouth and started sucking on it. I had the impression that Phil wanted to do the same to me but he didn't want to appear to be a copycat. Instead he sucked my neck and fingered my slit. He massaged my sexual opening gently and I could see Kate watching her husband in action as if trying to find out how he liked me, a younger female. I couldn't get over this business of watching another pair go to town in the same room. By the way my husband took to it I figured that mass sex was no stranger to him.
"Phil stopped sucking my neck and I could feel the hickey he had put there. He pulled his finger out of my insides and sat up on one of the pillows. Lorne took his mouth off the woman's huge nipple about the same time and both men looked at one another. 'Well,' Phil asked, 'what do you think of my wife?'
"Simply watching another in action wasn't enough for the swappers, they had to rehash the orgy, too. I've rarely had girls half her age who were just as good,' Lorne answered.
"'I can't see why people are so hung-up on age,' Kate complained. 'Don't they know that a woman doesn't even begin to hit her sexual stride until she reaches thirty-five? I'm sexier now than when I was a kid."
"'Yeah, I remember,' Phil said. 'There was a time Kate wouldn't even let me see her naked. Now look at her. She's willing to show her ass to the whole world."
"'That's true,' the woman admitted. 'I was very shy as a girl. I was still kind of stiff until I joined the swappers then, once I got going, I found out what life was really for ... love. The more you love the more you are alive."
"I couldn't picture the busty woman as a shy girl but I was sure that she was telling the truth. It seemed to be a common thing in the swap club for people, females especially, to blossom forth out of their shells once they tuned in to sex on a mass scale. I wondered what was going to be my fate since I wasn't shy to begin with. Maybe I'd become a raving nymphomaniac.
"'You folks in the mood for something different?' Phil asked.
"By 'different' I assumed he meant oral sex. I couldn't see what was so unusual about it since everyone in the world must've engaged in it at one time or other. Lorne quickly claimed he was in the mood for anything. I expected Kate to go down on him but, instead, she got up and wiggled her ass across the room. She opened a chest and brought out paddles, a couple of riding crops, a whip and several leather straps.
"'S and M stuff?' my husband exclaimed. 'That's something I've never tried."
"'Me, either,' I hastened to add.
"Kate drop the sadomasochistic junk on the colored pillows. I had heard that some people were addicted to giving and receiving pain but this was the first time I had ever experienced it close up. 'We don't really hurt one another,' the woman told us. 'We'll go easy on you folks since you're beginners."
"What makes you think we want to begin?' I cried.
"'Honey, there's a first time for everything,' Kate informed me. 'Hell, you just began swapping, haven't you? Come on, it's really a ball."
"Lorne looked at me. 'Why not, Betty?' he urged with that glint in his eyes. 'I've always wanted to give sadism a whack."
"The older couple laughed at his unconscious pun. When Lorne understood what he had said he joined in, too. I hated to be such an orgy-pooper all the time but I simply didn't dig pain. But, like it or not, I knew that I was going to have another brand-new experience that evening. I shivered when Phil picked up a paddle. It was the kind you played ping-pong with except this one was covered with leather. Kate selected a riding crop and handed it to my husband. 'Don't be afraid of hurting me,' she said. 'My ass can take it."
"The hefty woman stretched out over the pillows with her ripe butts up. Lorne looked a bit confused. 'You really want me to hit you?' he asked doubtfully.
"'Go ahead,' Phil told him. 'She likes it."
"When my husband still hesitated the man took the riding crop out of his hands and lashed the woman's rear end hard. Kate moaned in pain. Her husband hadn't pulled his punch. 'Just like that,' he told Lorne.
"I began to get increasingly nervous. These two weren't just fooling around with the S and M stuff ... they really used it. I had thought the riding crops, paddles and all the rest of it were a kind of window decoration but the older couple were in earnest about the junk.
"My husband slapped Kate's rump in a mild way with the riding crop.
"'You can do better than that,' she said. 'Here, let me show you how to make butts sting with happiness."
"Kate sat up on the pillows and ordered Lorne to bend over her lap like a young lad accepting a spanking from his mother. My husband did so with an expression of concern. For once he seemed wary of the swap club.
"The beefy woman raised her arm and brought the leather crop down against his can hard. There was a sharp slap and Lorne sucked in his breath.
'Hey ... take it slow,' he asked with a tremor in his voice.
"I was glad to see that my husband had reservations about something. I was beginning to think he was some kind of sex fiend who didn't draw the line anywhere.
"'That was just a test, baby,' Kate told him. 'If you want me to go easier I will. '
"Once again she whipped the leather crop against his rump. This time she was a bit gender. My husband sucked in breath again but didn't complain. The naked woman lashed him once more. The sound of the leather crop striking raw flesh issued across the room. The incense became heavier and more perfumed. I felt dizzy. Maybe there was some kind of drug in the incense that was going to turn us all into crazed creatures in a few more moments.
"Whack! Whack! Whack! Each time Kate struck my husband he made a pained sound with his mouth. Strangely enough I experienced a tingle of excitement. It was all so nutty yet sexy at the same time. It was as if I were in the middle of a diagram in a book on flagellation.
"Beads of sweat broke out across my husband's brow. Each time Kate lifted her pale hand I could see the whiskers in her armpit where she had shaved. She seemed a bit more animal; a bit more beastly.
"Kate lashed my husband's rump for another minute or so and then gave up. She leaned back on her hands. 'That's quite a workout!' she gasped. 'I have to get back into condition."
"My husband got up on his hands and knees and groaned. His ass was red from the beating. 'Ohhhhh!' he cried. 'Do you people really go for this?' he wanted to know.
"'It's an acquired taste like everything else,' Phil assured him. 'Now it's your turn to whip my wife.' "Lorne sat on the pillow for a split-second and then got to his knees again. 'I won't be able to sit for a week!' he exclaimed.
"'Don't be such a sissy,' Kate told him. 'Now tie me up with those straps."
"For the second time Phil had to give one and all a visual demonstration of how to conduct a proper flagellation orgy. He tied his wife's legs together with a couple of straps and then bound her wrists together behind her back. 'There!' he smiled. 'She is completely in your power. You can do anything you want with her."
"Lorne couldn't hide the familiar glint that shone in his eyes. The idea that the meaty, naked woman was utterly helpless before him seemed to excite something within him that had never been touched before. I suppose there was a bit of the sadist in every man. I trembled when I realized that this couple might be unleashing a new side of my husband's personality.
"Kate rolled over on her belly and kissed Lorne's foot in a very submissive way. 'Beat me, master,' she said.
"A moment ago this woman had been the master and now she wanted to be the slave. I didn't dig either role but it was obvious the others enjoyed this whipping game. Lorne sat on a pillow and placed Kate over his lap. He picked up the riding crop and brought it down across her lush rump. I was surprised to find that he no longer held back. It hadn't taken him long to get into the S and M swing of things.
"Kate moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
My husband lashed her again with the riding crop. I watched as her ass turned red from the beating. Her nipples were engorged indicating that she found pain to be a sexual stimulant.
"'You want to spank me now?' Phil asked with his lips against my ear.
"I wanted to turn him down but I decided to see the evening through somehow. He handed me a paddle which didn't seem as bad as the riding crop. The large man knelt on the floor and placed his hands against a pillow so that his rump was right in front of me. His balls and limp prick hung down and he seemed to be anxious for the spanking to begin.
"I slapped the broad end of the paddle against his can. There was a sharp noise that scared me more than anyone else. Phil asked me to hit harder and I obliged.
"The man's ass began to glow from the spanking. My husband stopped beating Kate and placed the riding crop down. He then started to lick her butts. I kept spanking the man until I felt I had performed my share of the flagellation. When I put the paddle away I knew that it was now my turn to be beaten.
"Phil had me get into the animal position with my knees and palms against the floor. He patted both of my butts. 'You have a beautiful ass, Betty,' he told me.
"'Thank you,' I responded.
"Then there was a sudden, shocking pain as the man applied the paddle. I flattened out over the pillows. 'Stop!' I begged.
"'Sorry,' he grinned. 'I got carried away. I'll go easier on you."
"I got on all fours again and glanced towards my husband. If the man did lose his head again I had him for protection. Phil paddled my can a few more times and I didn't find it as pleasant as the others had. Kate lay next to me all tied up with those awful leather straps while my husband licked her throbbing body. He was back on her breasts this time taking full advantage of her helplessness. I, at least, could always break and run if my beater got too aroused.
"Phil put the paddle down and started spanking me with his naked palm. He placed me over his lap and I was surprised to find that his dick was starting to erect. The more he spanked me the harder his cock became. As his sexual excitement grew so did his need to strike my body. Phil brought his hand against my butts sharply and paused only to inject his now completely erected penis into my vagina. The sadism was an aphrodisiac to the middle-aged man.
"Phil spanked me and drove my body down on his upright tool. He kept on spanking me when he had the entire length of his meat into my flesh. When he spewed his juice he spanked even harder. He used the paddle again and I gasped for mercy. My husband was of no help because he became so interested in the beating that he stopped sucking Kate's tits and stared.
"The man finally shot his load and he stopped spanking. He then licked my ass including my anus. This tickled me and I giggled. 'There,' he said, 'wasn't that fun?'
"I didn't want to disappoint him with a complaint so I said that it was an 'unusual experience' which had to rank as the understatement of the year.
"'Nothing turns me on like a spanking,' Phil confessed. 'I used to be able to shoot my load only once a day but now I think I can come whenever I want."
"My husband leered at my well-beaten ass. 'Maybe I should try it,' he announced.
"Kate asked to be released from the straps and Lorne freed her. I was stunned to see how deeply the leather bounds had cut into her fleshy body. 'Don't let it bother you, honey,' she said to me. 'Pain wakes up your whole body. It makes me feel alive and young again."
"Since I felt alive and young without sadism and masochism her words were lost on me. Still, for some odd reason, I found myself at peace. My rump still throbbed and stung from the beating Phil had given me. When I stood up the middle-aged man kissed my rump tenderly. 'You're a good girl,' he said.
"A good girl? That was a strange thing to say to one who had just completed an orgy of adultery and flagellation but it didn't seem out of place. I didn't feel that nagging guilt that I had experienced after the first swap party.
"We all dressed and went up the stairs. Phil made us some drinks. From then on the evening progressed normally with little discussion of sex. All of us had had enough to hold us for awhile. When I went to my own home with Lorne I wasn't staggeringly drunk although I did have a glow on. This time Lorne didn't mind it when I took his prick in hand once we hit the sack.
"On reflection that night with Kate and Phil disturbs me, doctor. After so much eroticism I should feel guilty but I don't. Does this mean I am getting used to swapping?
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Betty isn't really getting used to swapping mates. With only two sessions behind her she still has time for that. What the young woman doesn't know is the fact that her basic masochistic needs had been brought forth and satisfied at the latest sex party. Betty's feeling of peace came as the result of having her guilt flogged and punished away before it began to bother her. This is the reason why people have masochistic streaks to begin with. We are all possessed with some guilt feelings and often they have their roots in sex. When we suffer, especially during a sexual session, we are released from guilt just as Kate was released from the leather straps that bound her naked body.
A beating also gives men a sexual charge because they enjoy having complete power over women. A man's ego is closely tied to his erotic abilities and he loses potency when his pride is threatened. But a man doesn't feel threatened by a woman who is bound or in a spanking position ready to accept his will. This was why the middle-aged man was able to perform sexually for the second time so soon after the first act of intercourse. Phil needs to bring sadism into play to make a swap party complete.
Young men also delight in afflicting pain upon women because even the most virile male knows that he can perform for just so long and then his manhood becomes limp and soft. In order to impress his virility upon a girl once more he uses whips, riding crops, paddles and his open palm to create feeling in his partner. Pain and pleasure are thus closely related and flagellation rises its head, to some degree, in every orgy.
Although Betty likes to point out that her young husband is very virile it is clear to me that he isn't all that sure of his manly powers. Lorne took to sadism and masochism too quickly for someone who is utterly sure of himself. Although he may be well-endowed and very handsome Lorne, like so many young husbands, needs to feel that his pretty wife will always be his. This could be the real reason he made Betty quit work. A man can't feel that his wife is under his thumb if she has her own source of income. Lorne knows that Betty is capable of supporting herself and this galls him. To reaffirm his masterhood over her Lorne orders her about even to the point of making her join swap orgies. He wants to prove that he can match himself against any other man and still come out the winner.
It is interesting to note that Phil's wife, Kate, goes to work with him. This is reason enough for the middle-aged man to pick up a whip to prove that he is still masculine. Kate, in her need to prove that she is still a woman, readily submits to flagellation. When she claims that pain makes her feel alive and young again she is really saying that it is the only way she can get a man to dominate her. In the business world she is on par with her husband but, when tied with leather straps and helpless before him, she becomes a vulnerable girl again.
Betty and Lorne have now been introduced to sadism and masochism. From their session with Kate and Phil I would say that pain will serve to draw them further into the world of suburban swapping. I am sure that they have not had their last flagellation party.
CHAPTER FOUR
"I feel down in the dumps today, doctor. I've even considered suicide. That's how bad things have gotten lately. I'll bet there is a high suicide rate amongst swappers. I can understand why. In time you feel that your body is public property and that you have no private rights at all.
"After Phil and Kate gave us their official okay Lorne and I received all kinds of invitations from club members. Joining a swap group isn't a formal affair with membership cards, initiation fees, minutes of the last meeting and all that. I've found that the swap club, because it has to remain secret in the suburbs, must act slowly and carefully when it takes on new members. To begin with ... I've only now found out that Sharon and Henry had been selected by the rest of the swappers to introduce us to the fun and games of their tight, little organization. Because Sharon and her husband were only a matter of a few feet away from us they became the natural couple to make the advances. It appears that one of the duties of a swap clubber is to keep an eye open for 'fresh meat'. Lorne and I had been eyeballed for quite sometime by the swappers before they decided that we would make a good addition to the suburban orgies.
"Once Sharon and Henry broke us in they reported our sexual abilities to the fellow members of their group. The next step was to see just how open we were to 'special' sex acts and that was why Phil and Kate were selected to be our next couple. If we passed the S and M test then we were in. Once Phil and his wife told the others just how open-minded and bare-assed we were about flagellation we suddenly became popular. It seems that every couple in the club had their own special sexual tastes. If we submitted ourselves to pain and humiliation we would submit ourselves to anything.
"A couple named Walter and Norma invited us out for a ride in their power boat. They told us we had mutual friends in our next door neighbors besides the whip-happy couple across the street. This was enough to make us realize that they wanted us for something more than a boat ride.
"Lorne accepted the invitation over the phone without seeing them. He was always the adventurous sort. If I had gotten the invitation first I would've hedged until I talked to Sharon so I could find out what they looked like, at least.
"'I'm sure they'll be young and good looking,' my husband assured me. 'The swappers wouldn't sign up ugly drabs. Besides, it adds to the fun not knowing what they look like."
"'At least we know they must have some money,' I said. 'Power boats don't come cheap.' "Lorne shrugged. 'There are boats and there are boats,' he told me. 'You can pick one up for a couple of grand and you can invest twenty and thirty times that much in another. I wouldn't count too much on a yacht, Betty."
"'I'm not really interested in the size of their boat,' I told him. 'I just wonder about Walter and Norma. It isn't natural for people to have sex with one another five minutes after an introduction."
"'What's so unnatural about that, Betty? Some people can know one another for years and yet never consider sexual relationships. The swap club saves time. It brings together people who have no inhibitions about fucking and sucking."
"'Speak for yourself, Lorne,' I told him.
"'Don't tell me you're inhibited! Betty, you're the sexiest shy girl I know,' Lorne laughed.
"Maybe I was really square after all despite my avid bed-hoppings. Something in me kept holding me back. While Lorne was all too willing to leap into every sex scene that was opened to him I still had to be pushed. If I had gotten all these invitations for orgies when I was single I probably wouldn't have accepted them.
"There was a boat basin less than a half hour's ride away and I joined Lorne in the car that Saturday morning at the appointed time. Norma and Walter had told us to get an early start so we could take advantage of the sun. Since we assumed that we would all be swimming Lorne and I took along our bathing suits.
"My husband was anxious as always when he drove into a parking lot next to the boat basin. It was fairly crowded with other weekend sailors who had their boats tied up in the bay. Boats came in all sizes and some were no more than ten-foot long row boats with outboard motors. There were several sailing ships, however, with masts that reached to the sky. The prize of the lot was a yacht that looked like something out of an old Errol Flynn movie. I was disappointed when I found that it wasn't the White Cloud which was the name of the one Norma and Walter owned.
"I let my husband look at the names of the ships and boats while I studied the people. It was my fear that we would wind up meeting a pair we wouldn't want to talk to let alone screw. Some couples around the boat basin were youthful, attractive people while others downright slobs. I was sure that Lorne could throw his meat into a woman he didn't really like but I was a bit more selective. I had to have some fondness for the man I yielded my body to.
"'The White Cloud,' Lorne suddenly announced.
"I followed the line of his vision and came upon a medium-sized cabin cruiser painted in pure white as its name implied. There was no one on the deck and I was afraid that we had come too early. I didn't like to show up early for my appointments because it made me seem too anxious. Lorne didn't care one way or the other and took my hand. He led me over to the cabin cruiser and we walked across the gangplank. Once we reached the well-scrubbed deck I could see a couple of pairs of water skis. I had been on them a couple of times before but was in the water longer than on it. Lorne, however, was the athlete of the family and his spirits rose even higher. 'Well, this looks like it will be a fun day,' he smiled.
"The door of the cabin part of the boat opened and a man of about thirty dressed in bathing trunks and a tee shirt greeted us. 'I'm Walter,' he said. 'You must be Lorne and Betty Dinsmore."
"When my husband acknowledged this fact he invited us inside. I was happy to see that Walter was nice looking. He had a mop of unruly red hair and a sun burnt face. A slim young woman in her late twenties wearing a bikini was sitting on a bunk bed inside the cabin. She had long, black hair and dark, doe-like eyes. Walter introduced us to Norma, his wife. I didn't have to look at Lorne to know that he was more than pleased with this new female. I could all but hear his blood throb through his cock.
"'You two are bright and early,' Norma said. 'Now we have the whole day to ourselves."
"I looked at the bunks in the cabin. This, I was sure, was where the next sex party would take place. Since I had never screwed in a boat before I could see that I was in for another unique experience. If the swap club did anything it certainly rounded out my life.
"Walter poured us all some coffee and broke out a package of donuts. Over the small table we became better acquainted. Walter, it seemed, was a bank examiner. This surprised me because he didn't look the type. He was just too ruddy and muscular for such indoor work. Bank examiners, I thought, were cranky old men with rimless glasses. But, then, I had never seen a bank examiner before.
"Norma told us that she used to model before she married Walter. I believed her claim because she had the face and figure for it. The young woman didn't mind showing off her body because her bikini was very small and showed all but what the law disallowed. In this way she was a lot like Sharon with her need for exhibitionism.
"My husband apologized for not knowing how to operate a boat but Walter didn't mind. He told us that he never allowed others to operate it anyhow. 'This boat set me back almost ten grand,' he said, 'and it would make me nervous to have anyone else on the wheel."
"I got the impression that the young bank examiner was bragging about his financial security. People who are fond of announcing the price of things they own usually take a delight in lording over others. I hoped that the couple weren't going to turn out to be bores.
"The sun became brighter and hotter and I told Norma that I was glad I had brought along my bathing suit. She gave me a smile. 'You won't need a bathing suit where we're going,' she said.
"Walter started the power boat off and I watched the shoreline fade. I gathered that the man was taking us to a place where we would all skinny dip, something I hadn't done since I was five. We kept on going past several other boats and then turned back towards the shore again. Through a pair of binoculars I saw that Walter was headed for a small, deserted cove. He brought the boat to a full stop and we drifted past trees that hung their branches into the water. Just before Walter piled up on a sandbar he had his wife release the anchor. He let out a sigh. 'My favorite spot,' he told me. 'We're only a few miles from civilization but its like the middle of the wilds out here. Come on, Betty, let's go in for a swim."
"Although I was now a fairly experienced swapper I still got a shock when Walter took off his shirt and trunks. He was sunburned all over and his red prick was limp. For the moment he wasn't connecting sex with nudity.
"'Are you sure no one is around here?' I asked timidly.
"'Honey, I've been coming here for the past three seasons and haven't seen another soul except the ones I've brought,' he assured me. 'Haven't you ever sunbathed in the complete nude before?' Walter added.
"'Not since babyhood,' I informed him.
"When I walked out to the deck with the naked man I found Norma in the process of removing her bikini. Her bra half was already off revealing the woman's small yet shapely breasts. Her brown nipples were flat and unaroused. When she took off the lower half of her bikini I noticed that she had once shaved her pubic area and the hair was beginning to grow back again. This made the shadowy slit of her vagina highly visible. She was an even greater exhibitionist than Sharon because she didn't want her cunt furred over by pubic hair all the time. Like her husband it was obvious that she had sunbathed in the complete nude before because there were no pale spots where her bathing suit had been.
"For once I didn't want to be the last to get naked and I stripped off my clothes quickly. Walter looked me over without much show of emotion. When Lorne stripped down to his erect cock I noticed that Norma didn't display any great desire, either. This was a cool pair of swappers who, doubtlessly, were so used to sex parties a nude swim was like a kid's game.
Lorne jumped into the water with a splash. I had the idea that he wanted to hide the fact that he was sexually aroused. Norma was the next to jump overboard. When I followed I discovered that the surface of the water was only up to my knees. My husband and Norma floated, stomachs down, toward a deeper part of the cove. I joined them and kept looking about the area. I was sure that someone just had to be watching. Maybe I was being spied on right now. Nude swims in broad daylight was one habit I had never gotten into.
"The water got colder as the four of us swam out. When we reached the part where the cove ended boats and ships could be sighted far off. 'If one of them heads in our direction,' Walter told me, 'we have plenty of time to get back aboard the White Cloud. '
"His information told me that he had had close calls with nautical Peeping Toms before. It was just the kind of situation my husband relished. He needed danger in his sex. He splashed ahead of me and Walter had to warn him back. 'Don't leave the cove,' he said. 'The last guy who did that was taken by the current and I had to go after him in the boat."
"Lorne swam back and we all went into shallow water. I waited until there was only a couple of feet of water under me before I stood up to reveal my nakedness to the sun and the air. I had to admit it gave me a sense of freedom despite the danger of being caught. I was a child of nature.
"Norma and Lorne strode out of the water together and I watched them disappear behind some bushes. So we may not screw on board ship after all. Well, making it with a guy outdoors was still a unique enough experience for me.
"Walter slipped a wet hand around my waist as soon as we walked into the shade of a large tree. His first sexual move. When I looked down I noticed that his flesh had engorged some and was partially erected. 'You've got a great body,' he told me.
"'I didn't think you noticed,' I told him alluding to his previous indifference.
"'Oh, I notice all right,' he said. 'I just don't try to lay a girl ten seconds after I set eyes o her."
"A real cool guy was Walter. I let him lead me down a path. Norma and Lorne were in front of us. They had their arms around one another and were whispering sweet somethings. Then they made a sudden turn and stopped. When I arrived at the scene I found a small, flat, sandy area completely surrounded by trees and bushes except for the narrow mouth of the path we had just used.
"'Welcome to our love nest!' Norma announced lifting her arms.
"My husband's dick was at full mast now while Walter's was still rising upward and onward. When it developed to its limit I could see that the man was nicely endowed without being a King Kong. He took me in his arms. When we embraced his hard penis rubbed against my slit. We were both damp from the swim but the air and sun were drying our bodies.
"Lorne had Norma on her back and in a matter of seconds after they embraced. Since their bodies were still wet they picked up a coating of gray sand. 'Looks messy,' I said.
"'We can do it standing up,' Walter told me. 'I don't like rolling around on the ground, either."
"The young man took his penis between his fingers and guided the shiny, smooth head of it into my pussy. Once the contact was made he let loose and embraced me once more. As he did he slipped his lust-stiff cock into my body.
"Walter moved back and forth in the standing position and held my butts for support. I held him around the waist as he rammed his tool into me deep and fast. The wind kept blowing around my various holes and even that seemed sexy.
"My husband was really slamming his meat into the slender ex-model. I could see the pole of his flesh pump up and down in that almost hairless slit of hers. I could see by the expression on Norma's face that she was in ecstasy. The woman hadn't shown much interest in my husband before now but she was letting it all hang out. The cool couple had their hot moments.
"'Here ... it ... comes,' Walter gasped as he pumped. On the last word he grabbed my ass hard and plastered his naked body against mine. True to that word he spurted his warm fluid manhood into my being.
"'Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhh!' Norma cried out as my husband plowed into her and then became still. He was coming at the same time. Perfect.
"I lifted my face to Walter and opened my mouth. He placed his open mouth against mine and our tongues met in a French kiss. We sucked each other's spit as he poured his semen into me. I felt the man's penis soften slowly inside my body. Then it became so small and limp that it fell out of my box by the force of gravity alone.
"Lorne got off the slim, nude girl and immediately turned his body around so that his tool touched her mouth. He spread her vagina apart with his fingers and exposed the moist, rosy interior of her body. Lorne lapped inside the slitted opening with his tongue and sucked noisily. At the same time he lowered his penis into the girl's open and waiting mouth. They blew one another with mutual gusto.
"'Want some more Frenching like that, Betty?' Walter asked.
"'As long as we don't have to lie down,' I told him.
"'Just watch."
"The sun burnt man knelt in front of me and I spread my legs apart to give him working room. He chewed on my box first and then started sucking. His bushy hair bobbed back and forth as he performed the oral sex act. I placed both my hands against his cheeks as he licked my clitoris and sent passions racing through my flesh.
"When I glanced over at my husband and the tall, tan girl I could see that his flesh was swelling once more. It appeared that multiple orgasms was one of the benefits of the swap club. Few married couples, outside of honeymooners, were this passionate with one another. On a swap it was like having a new wedding night with a new husband all the time.
"Walter brought his head back and looked up at me. His face was moist with sweat and sexual heat. 'Let's change places,' he said.
"I went to my knees as he stood up. Soon I found myself looking at his frankfurter of a ding-dong. I licked the entire length of him. Then I took his manhood orally and started blowing him. Little by little he developed another erection. I clamped my hands against his hips and mouthed him until he achieved a full arousal. Then he spewed out come. I swallowed the fluid as it spurted into my oral cavity. I continued the act of fellatio until I had taken all he had. But neither one of us seemed to want to break contact so I kept on sucking away.
"The wind whipped some sand into my eyes and this made me stop making French love. Walter knelt in front of me and managed to pick some grains off my eyelids. 'The weather is starting to kick up,' he told me. 'Let's go back to the boat."
"The four of us picked our way through the bushes and trees along the narrow path, When we walked onto the cove's small beach we were met by three boys in the sixteen and seventeen year old age group. All seven of us stared at one another for a few seconds. 'Cunt!' one of the kids cried breaking the spell.
"I stood behind Lorne for protection. Out of instinct I sought out my own husband in time of danger. Norma got behind Walter the same way. The three boys were only high-schoolers but they were all big enough to give two grown men a battle. When they came in closer my husband tried to be tactful. 'There are some girls your own age back there,' he said indicating to the trees.
"A mean looking kid with acne kept coming closer to me. 'I want the one you got, mister,' he said.
"'Beat it!' Walter snapped.
"I could tell by the expressions in the faces of the boys that they weren't going to be chased away. They wanted women. At their age they were at the height of their sexual desires and they couldn't resist two nude women even though a couple of men stood in front of them.
"The one with acne made a grab for my body and Lorne punched him in the mouth. Blood appeared on his lips and he staggered backwards. He didn't fall. I knew that we were all in real trouble now.
"'Run, girls!' Walter shouted. 'Get to the boat!'
"I started running towards the boat but another kid with long, greasy hair jumped on me and we struggled in the shallow water. My husband and Lorne were busy fighting the other two. Since both men were naked and all three boys were clothed they were at a disadvantage. I heard Walter scream when the boy he was fighting brought his knee up to connect with his bared testicles. Lorne and the third boy were wrestling on the ground. I could not see much more because I was busy trying to fight off the one with acne. Only Norma was free. She hesitated for a moment and then clawed at the lad's awful face. He let out a howl of agony. When he turned to fight Norma I picked up a handful of wet sand and rammed it into his eyes. The fight left him suddenly as he knelt and started washing the sand away with water.
"Anger now replaced my fear. I saw a piece of driftwood and picked it up. Norma, sensing my mood, armed herself the same way. We both ran to assist our husbands. I aimed at the back of the kid's head and swung with all my might. The blow dazed the boy and this gave Lorne enough of an opening to throw him a real, hard punch. The tide of battle turned quickly. When the three teenagers realized that they had been outfought they hurried away, their faces covered with blood.
"Lorne started to run after him but I pleaded with him to come back. Once he got far enough away the three kids could turn on him without any trouble. Lorne understood this after he had taken his first few steps and returned. He was actually smiling. Man, what a fight!' he exclaimed. 'I hadn't had a battle like that since I was a boy."
"Walter dirty bastard kneed me in the nuts,' he gasped. 'If it hadn't been for that I would've put him out like a light long ago."
"'You've got me and Betty to thank, boys,' Norma said with her face flushed and her eyes bright. 'If we hadn't come in with those sticks they would've beaten you."
"'Yeah, and they would've raped you two,' Lorne said. 'Those kids were after pussy."
"Once again I felt like an outsider. I was the only one who didn't take any delight in the battle. It was one thing to allow yourself to be spanked at a flagellation orgy but quite another to be attacked by people you didn't want. 'Let's get back to the boat,' I urged. 'Those three might come again once they get their second wind."
"Walter, recovering from his fight, was all for charging after the kids but Norma managed to talk him out of it. 'Don't push your luck,' she told him.
"We waded out to the boat and piled in. Walter checked it over quickly and decided that the boys hadn't invaded the boat to steal anything. 'I guess they didn't have time,' he said. 'I'm sure that it was the boat that had attracted them and we surprised them just as they were about to come on board."
"'One thing for sure, dear,' Norma told him. 'We can't come back to this spot. Those punks will be waiting for us."
"'So we'll look for another spot someplace else,' Walter laughed. 'Pull in the anchor, shipmates!'
"Lorne brought the anchor on board and Walter started the engine. Just as it turned over the three boys came charging through the shallow water with large pieces of driftwood in their hands. I let out a scream and ducked into the cabin. Walter, instead of being frightened, seemed pleased for this second round. He turned the boat around sharply and headed right at them. The lads went white and one of them let out a terrible scream. I screamed at the same time and closed my eyes. He was actually going to run the boys down!
"I felt the power boat turn sharply again. When I opened my eyes I saw the trio floundering in the water shaking their fists at us. Walter laughed aloud. 'Look at those bastards!' he shouted gleefully. 'They look like drowned rats!'
"I was glad no one really got hurt. I was still shaking from the battle when Walter pulled into the boat basin hours later after a day of sun and fun. When we broke up Lorne asked the couple to drop by for drinks at our place some night. They took us literally and they'll be around the weekend after next. This means I'll be the hostess for a change. It isn't a role that I welcome. After that sea battle I wanted to drop out of the swappers entirely but Lorne, of course, insists that I stay on. I don't know what to do, doctor. I'm so damned depressed. The only way out seems to be the sleeping pill route. Luckily I don't have any such pills or I would've taken them already. That's the kind of mood I'm in."
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I didn't take Betty's suicide threat seriously for I knew she was only trying to dramatize her depressed mood. Women, as a rule, are given to suicide threats even though they rarely go through with them. Men kill themselves at an average of three-to-one over women despite the fact they don't often make dramatic suicide threats. Betty was only trying to call attention to herself by her announcement that she wanted to take sleeping pills and end her conflicts.
The young woman's state of depression was real, though. It wasn't the sexuality of the boating day that had put her in this condition but the fight with the teenaged boys. These youngsters reminded her that swapping was frowned upon by society. When she was alone with her husband and the other couple society's scolding voice was muted but, once she came face to face with the boys, Betty heard this voice all too clearly. Even though the teenagers had wanted to rape her she still felt that they were the ones who were in the right because she shouldn't have been walking around naked in the first place. In the boys she saw moral judgment come to life. This brought on her dark mood of depression.
Betty's claim that there must be a high suicide rate amongst swappers is not brought out by statistics. If anything married couples seem to resolve their sexual conflicts via mate-swapping and thus the rate of self-destruction amongst swappers is lower than that of the general population. Sex is a life-embracing form of activity. It is when people reject sex that they seriously consider suicide for loveless is, in itself, a form of death. Betty is just too sexually alive to kill herself with sleeping pills.
As a psychologist I still could not ignore her threat of self-murder entirely. When I told her of my reaction she seemed annoyed that I refused to take her seriously. In time, I knew, she would get it and she would stop making suicide threats she would have no intention of carrying out. When I first started working as a psychologist I used to take every suicide threat seriously much to the pleasure of those who made them for, in this way, they managed to get the attention they craved. Patients used to call me on the phone and claim they were about to jump out of windows for they knew that I would always give them sympathy. When I stopped catering to these phony suicide threats my patients stopped making them. They were annoyed but not a single one killed himself. When I told this to Betty she accepted my discipline and promised never to threaten suicide again. For this reason alone the session was a highly successful one.
CHAPTER FIVE
"I'm getting to be quite the swinger, doctor. Now I'm taking on guys in bunches. When I went to the next swap party I expected to find just one other couple but, instead, I met three.
"Helen and Jim invited us to their house for cocktails. This is a code word amongst the swappers meaning 'cock' and 'tail' I've discovered. The couple had a ranch-style house almost on the city limits and we had to drive there. Jim turned out to be a skinny, nervous guy in his late twenties. He was an executive in an oil firm which further proved that appearance are deceiving. He looked more like a hairdresser. Jim wasn't my type but I realized I couldn't go on meeting sex pots.
"The man's wife was short and chubby but she had a friendly personality. Helen was a few years older than her husband and she told me she had been married before. 'I made a mistake when I was eighteen and ran off with this lecher who tried to turn me into a whore. He had no intention of playing the role of husband and only married me to control my body legally. I left him less than two months after the wedding without turning a trick for him. I waited until I was almost thirty before I married again. This time I came up with a winner."
"Such intimate confessions are commonplace amongst the swappers, doctor. Helen told me all ten seconds after I met her. I supposed she wanted me to give some juicy tidbits about my life but I just couldn't. I had to know a person at least a couple of hours before I bared my sexy past even though I was willing enough to bare my body in less time.
"I could see that my husband was not exactly excited by Helen's pleasingly plump figure but he was ready to make the best of it. After all, he had to meet his share of clinkers, too.
"I jumped when the doorbell rang and saw Jim greet another couple. The woman was tall, shapely and rather cold looking despite her fine features. The man was handsome and big but he seemed to be wearing a sneer that indicated he was above everyone at the party. Helen introduced them as Victoria and Louis. The new man was an investment broker.
"Lorne's eyes lit up when he saw Victoria. She was closer to his heart's desire. He also realized that he would have two women instead of only one this evening.
"Then the doorbell rang again. I swallowed hard. "Just how many others are coming?' I wanted to know.
"'Just this couple and no more,' Jim answered. 'You'll like Morgan and Alice.' "It was hard enough for me to keep two names straight in my head but now I had to remember six new ones. Morgan was pushing forty and he owned a liquor store in the city. His wife, Alice, was a dozen or so years younger and she impressed me as being a bit stupid. Well, there were men who liked dumb wives because they could order them around. Morgan seemed to be the type who enjoyed keeping a woman under his thumb and Alice seemed to be the kind who enjoyed this domination.
"'Cocktail time,' Helen grinned when everyone had settled down into chairs and sofas.
"'Are you talking about drinking or fucking?' Morgan asked.
"'That depends on what you need right now,' the hostess replied.
"'Maybe it's my old age creeping up on me,' Morgan told her, 'but right now I could use a shot of booze more than a piece of ass."
"This is the way swappers came quickly to sexual points, doctor. If we hadn't gathered for a sex party no one would've even made the mildest erotic statement.
"Jim and Helen served all of us drinks. Everyone at the party, except my husband and I, had screwed one another before so the session was really being put on for our benefit. Now that we had had three other couples one at a time three more was being thrown at us at once. This would mean we would've met about half the membership of the club after the orgy.
"There seemed to be an unwritten rule that the host and hostess at a swap party got first choice. Jim made a point of sitting next to me while his wife singled out my husband. This meant that Victoria and Louis would have to swap with Alice and Morgan. I could sense a tension between these two couples. The only thing they appeared to have in common was that they belonged to the same sex club. Victoria looked at the liquor store owner in her cold, regal way while Louis didn't look at the scatterbrained Alice at all. Still, it didn't matter since we would all eventually swap with one another before the night was out. I just wondered how the men would hold up. Even the most virile stud would be hard pressed to make three women happy within the same few hours. When I exchanged a glance with Lorne I could see that he wasn't worried. He rather enjoyed the challenge.
"After we all had finished Helen stood up and said, 'Now we have a real cocktail time."
"Without much more fanfare than that the sex party got under way. Helen and Jim were prepared for company and they opened two of their sofas to reveal mattresses. Jim then asked Morgan to help him carry in a couple of more mattresses from the other room. They laid them on the floor and soon the large living room took on the appearance of one, huge bed. I wondered why couples simply didn't go off to separate rooms. Was everyone in the swap club a voyeur and an exhibitionist?
"Helen, the proper hostess, brought out an arm load of clothes hangers. Just because we were going to have a sex orgy it didn't mean we couldn't be neat. Alice, the simple-minded one, was the first to pull off her shoes. Her brain might be dull but her pussy was very active. She couldn't wait to get at all the cock on the hoof.
"I noticed that Victoria was making no move to strip as we all started taking off our clothes. Were club members allowed to watch without joining? There were still a lot of rules about swapping I didn't know.
"Jim took pains to strip next to me as if to make sure that another man wouldn't get to me first. It didn't take him long to get naked since he didn't have any underwear on. He exposed his spare, hairless body and his uplifted prick. For a small man he carried quite a rod. He almost matched my husband's seven-incher. I could see now what Helen had meant when she told me she had married a 'winner'.
"I took off all my clothes and used the hanger. Jim, my host and lover, carried his hanger of clothes as well as mine into the large closet which was open for business. Victoria still didn't make a move to strip even though half the people in the room were already completely naked. I noticed that her husband, Louis, gave her a meaningful look. She lifted her eyes and sighed. She then began to pull off her shoes. It was obvious she wasn't in the mood for sex and I wondered why she had come along to begin with. Maybe she wanted to meet the new stud ... Lorne. I hoped that he wouldn't disappoint her.
"Louis exposed his bare body. He was well built and his limp prick hung long and thick between his legs. Although he still wore that superior sneer on his face I had to admit he had a handsome body. If his wife had come to the party just to have Lorne than he had to have come along just to have me. When the man looked me over I could see that he was happy with what he saw. Compared to Helen and Alice I was a raving beauty.
"When Helen revealed her nakedness I couldn't see why a woman with her figure was so willing to expose herself in a swap party. Her soft breasts hung loose and pendulant and her legs and stomach were so fat that her vagina was hidden. Alice was an improvement but not by much. She wasn't overweight but her figure was only fair. One breast was larger than the other and she stooped. Out of sheer female vanity I enjoyed displaying my nakedness which was beautiful in comparison.
"Then Victoria finally got out of her clothes. I could readily see she had the best female figure in the house. Her breasts were high, firm and shaped into perfect cones with bright-red nipples. Her waist was narrow and she had a saucy ass with deep dimples over each butt half. Morgan, the man who was going to screw her in another minute, was a couple of inches shorter and he appeared to be completely out of her regal class. When the man slipped a hand around her trim waist she lifted her eyes and sighed again. She was utterly bored by his advance and I couldn't help notice that she gazed at my husband's naked body with undisguised pleasure. Lorne was more her speed.
"Jim came back to me after hanging up our clothes. We were to use one of the mattresses on the floor. Morgan and Victoria were going to use the one right next to us. The nervous man rubbed a hand over my cunt. 'You've got a wonderful figure, Betty,' he told me.
"I took hold of his impressive prick and complimented the man on his sex organ. With this formality out of the way Jim took me down to the mattress. He mounted my body and I felt his dick split the lips of my pussy apart. He shoved his meat into me and started pumping. I looked up at the ceiling. Once again I was fucking a man other than my husband.
"Victoria stretched out on the mattress next to mine. The soles of her feet were nearly in my face and I could look up along her legs and see her box. Morgan got on top of her and now I looked up his legs to see his hairy balls and his long penis. The man slipped his dick into the pretty woman's cleft and began to rut.
"Even as Jim banged me I was interested in seeing how the others performed. All this public screwing had brought out the voyeur in me. I turned my head and looked up at my husband getting into Helen. He had some trouble because he kept shoving into a roll of her fat rather than her pussy. In desperation he spread her legs wide, fingered her slit and then inched his cock inside.
"I had to lift my head to see the remaining couple on the bed across the room. Louis completely covered Alice with his massive body. I saw his masculine rump move up and down and the woman lifting her knees in excitement. All four couples, with wives and husbands belonging to others, were in the midst of a fuck party.
"Now that I had checked everyone out my attention came back to Jim, the man who was on me and in me. He used his big tool expertly and my passions increased. I slipped my hands over his body and dug my fingers into his back as he screwed with increased lust.
"Moans and groans began to fill the packed room as the sexuality mounted. The two beds squeaked and the sounds of flesh hitting flesh became louder. I began to grunt as Jim rammed his meat into my slit and I could feel him nearing his climax. He then shot his load of come.
"I let loose with a delighted moan in my exhibitionistic need to announce the completion of the sexual act. I also wanted to tell others that I got my man to come first. Almost in response to my orgiastic moan Helen cried out as my husband screwed her, 'Lorne ... Lorne ... keep coming!'
"Alice began to gasp with passion when Louis poured out his hot juices. The only woman who didn't make any sound at all was Victoria who lay there like a dead thing as Morgan shot his load. Maybe, I figured, the doll was frigid.
"The moaning, the groaning, the squeaking of beds was stilled as couples lay locked in one another's arms. My nipples were now hard points and they probed up against Jim's body. He ran his hands up and down along my bare sides and his breathing came hot and heavy through his nostrils.
"There was a movement on one side of the room and I saw Morgan get to his feet. When he turned I could see an unsatisfied expression on his face. As attractive as Victoria was she was a lousy lay. When it came to sex attitude was more important than looks. Helen, with that plump, unattractive body of hers was making my husband happy. I could tell how excited he was by the way his face and neck were flushed.
"Louis pulled his partially limp penis out of Alice and sat up on the bed with his feet on the floor. Once again he and his wife exchanged looks. There was something about the pair that kept putting me off. Although they were very attractive they still retained that superior attitude even in the middle of a sex swap.
"My husband got off Helen and stood up with his damp prick swinging in the breeze. Helen sat up on the bed and her face was beet-red with passion. By the way her eyes shone I could tell that she had enjoyed herself completely. Jim slid off my body and lay on his side next to me. 'Well," he said, 'we got the evening off to a flying start."
"Morgan, the man who looked like the only unsatisfied man in the room, stared down at my body. I could see that he wanted to be next. But, then, so did Louis. The tall man left Alice and walked over to my mattress. Morgan put his bid in fast to detour him. He sat next to me and started sucking one of my aroused nipples.
"Jim seemed a bit taken back because he still wanted to make love to me. Now he had no other choice but pour his emotions on the girl in the next mattress, Victoria.
"It took only one person to start the second round of swapping. Once Morgan selected me this meant that everyone else had to shift partners whether they liked it or not. My husband and Louis swapped Alice and Helen. Now that all the men had coupled with new partners I was sure that oralism was going to be the order of the day since they had so recently shot their loads. Morgan was already sucking my nipple. Once again I checked out all the loving couples.
"Jim, the man who had just fucked me, started to lick Victoria's pussy. I watched his red, darting tongue slip in between the lips of her vagina and play with the clitoris. Victoria didn't make a sound. She lay there as always with her eyes blank and fixed on the ceiling. I wondered what such a stiff was doing in the club in the first place.
"My husband was licking Alice's breasts while Louis was rubbing Helen's pussy. All the men had limp cocks. It suddenly occurred to me I was in a sort of contest with the other wives to see which one of us was the best piece of ass. If I could make Morgan fuck again so soon after screwing Victoria this would give me the prize.
"I decided to turn very active and sat up on the mattress. I could feel eyes on me as the others strained to see what I was going to do. Morgan seemed surprised when I placed my body on top of his and started grinding my hips. I suppose the man wasn't used to having attractive young women take the masculine position because he still seemed confused even when I rubbed my hairy box up and down his limp tube. My breasts were crushed against his body, the nipples still erect. Morgan, pleased by my aggressive assault, began to cooperate by clamping his hands over my ass and pushing up against me. Slowly his penis began to engorge. He had only performed like a robot for the cold, beautiful Victoria so I was sure that he had a lot of hot come left in his balls.
"'Honey ... Oh, honey!' the man exclaimed as he felt his prick swell with desire. Victoria, the woman who had proved such a crummy lay, finally took her eyes off the ceiling to see me arouse the man again. In a very real way I was doing this to spite her.
"Once Morgan's penis was hard enough I pushed it into my box. I kept moving back and forth on his body as his erection grew. When he had attained full stiffness I moved up and down in the manly way. It was now obvious to everyone that Morgan had the only hard cock in the crowd.
"I lifted my rump and pushed down time and time again. Morgan was near the peak of excitement and he slipped one of his fingers into my anal passage. Then he came. I pushed all the way down so that our pubic hairs met. I lay there as he spewed out his warm sperm.
"'Oh, honey,' he sighed, 'you're the most woman I've ever had."
"I couldn't help smiling. If he had screwed every wife in the swap club this meant that I had it over all of them. Lorne had always ragged me about not becoming more active in the club but he didn't have any reason for complaint now.
"When I slid off the man's body and lay with my legs spread wide I could see Louis gaze at me with hunger in his eyes. After hearing Morgan's compliment he just had to have my body. He started the third round of swapping by leaving the hostess and sitting next to me.
"Morgan, like Jim, was a little put out by this intrusion but I then discovered still another rule of the swap club ... no one fought over partners. Once Louis made his bid Morgan had no other choice but seek out the only other partner left to him ... Helen of the fat legs.
"My husband and Jim switched. Now Lorne lay in the mattress next to me. For once Victoria displayed some sexual emotion when my husband massaged her body with his ever-hungry hands.
"Jim and Alice immediately got in the Sixty Nine position as soon as they came together. The host placed his body on top of hers and started sucking her vagina. I couldn't see the girl's face but I was sure that she had a mouthful of penis in it.
"Morgan, the man I had just drained, didn't seem too anxious to make any kind of love to the chubby hostess. Still, in order to show the woman he wasn't going to reject her, he licked her belly while fingering her slit.
"Louis, the man who had wanted me from the very beginning, just sat on the mattress saying nothing. His eyes kept running all over my body. Maybe he was the kind who got most of his kicks with his eyes. 'Fuck me, Betty,' he said at last.
"I didn't like his commanding voice. It was as if I had to snap to his sexual demands every time he made them.
"'Shouldn't you fuck me?' I asked.
"He lay next to me on the mattress. 'Do me like you did Morgan,' he said willing to accept the female position.
"I wanted to tell him to go to hell but I couldn't pass up an opportunity to prove myself the best woman in the swap club. The man was autocratic and demanding but anyone could love people they are attracted to. It took skill to make it with someone you really didn't like.
"I knelt on the mattress and looked down at the man's husky, naked body. Like his wife he was physically attractive even though he left something to be desired as a lover. His penis lay soft and long between his legs and he was almost daring me to get a rise out of it. Men were such fragile toys that broke so easily under the play of passion. I was glad I was a woman who could go on all night if she wanted to. Who said that men were the Stronger Sex, anyhow?
"I looked across the way at my husband who was obviously trying to work himself up into a sexual frenzy by running his hands and tongue all over Victoria's shapely body. The woman gazed at him fondly. For awhile there I thought she had a thing for the ceiling by the way she kept her eyes on it. Lorne, it seemed, turned even the coldest woman on.
"Louis still waited for my attentions. He took a keen pleasure at making me do all the work. With him for a husband I could see why Victoria had lost her will to love. When I looked down at the man again I thought ... all right, you bastard, I'll give you the screwing of your life.
"I bent down and took his penis orally. I wanted to fellate him into an erection and then impale myself on the hard tube just before he came. Louis didn't touch my body even though he had all parts of my nakedness to choose from as I mouthed his sex organ. But he couldn't hide the fact that I was sucking passion into his flesh for his dick began to swell.
"I was an experienced enough lover to know when a man is close to an orgasm so I mouthed Louis to a point near a climax and then brought my face away. I then straddled his upright tool that was damp and shiny from my spit and impaled my slit down on it. As soon as I had all his meat in my body I pumped my ass up and down rapidly.
The naked man squirmed under me as erotic heat burned his flesh. I felt him holding back his load of come for as long as he could and then he released the flow.
"Louis embraced me for the first time when his semen leapt up into my body. He pressed his lips against mine and we kissed as his warm fluid went from him to me. At this moment of passion all men were alike.
"Once Louis spewed all he had into me I rolled off his body and sighed. I was tired from all my sexual exertions. After three men in a row I needed to be recharged myself. My husband, however, had just gotten a hard-on and he was plowing his meat savagely into Victoria. The woman curled her long legs around him and arched her torso upward against his thrusting pole of flesh. It had taken three men to get to her but she was finally responding.
"Jim and Alice were still locked in a Sixty Nine position. I saw the man's mouth open and close on the girl's hairy box casually and without any real fire. On the other bed Morgan was lying with his legs spread wide while Helen fellated him. Once again I had made my partner shoot his load ahead of the others.
"The orgy petered out slowly and the couples began to break up. Helen, the chubby hostess, was all smiles. 'I'm ready for a drink,' she announced. 'How about the rest of you?'
"I joined my voice with the others and followed Helen to the home bar which was in a corner of the room. I just had to get away from Louis. Now that I had proved myself to him I felt I could do without his company. He thought otherwise and was right on my ass. 'You're a good addition to the club, Betty,' he told me as he groped at my body with his hands.
"I answered with a quick, empty smile in hopes that I could freeze him out that way but he still grabbed at my body near the home bar. My husband also seemed to have won a friend in Victoria. She held on to his penis with her hand and she kept gazing deeply into his eyes. She was saying something to him and Lorne kept blushing. For a woman who had cold-shouldered two men she certainly was making up for her slow start now. I had the feeling that she was ready to eat my husband alive right then and there.
"'Glad to have you with us, Betty,' Helen said when she placed a drink in front of me. 'All the boys are nuts about you."
"'Yeah,' Alice said with an edge of envy in her voice, 'so I've noticed."
"Morgan, her husband, reached across the small bar and cupped a hand under one of my breasts. 'Don't mind her,' he said. 'My wife doesn't know that she isn't supposed to be possessive of me in a swap club."
"'Now don't run me down in front of people, Morgan,' she complained. 'You're always coming on with shit like that. '
"Although I enjoyed the man's compliment I didn't want to be the cause of any marital friction. I excused myself from the tight company of the bar and walked over to Lorne who was still sitting on the mattress with Victoria's hand attached to his cock. 'How about a drink, dear?' I asked.
"Victoria looked up at me. 'I've been telling your husband what a great stud he is,' she smiled. 'If I were you I'd keep my eye on him. Some woman in the club might want to take him away from you."
"'Oh, I can handle any woman in the club with those ideas,' I told her knowing that she was talking about herself. Victoria had some strange notion that she was the better lover. If she wanted to try to lure Lorne away from me she was welcomed to make the attempt.
"'Girls! Girls!' Helen said aloud. 'Nobody steals anybody away from anybody in our group. Victoria is just pulling your leg, Betty."
"I doubted that the tall, shapely woman was only kidding me. It was obvious that there was tension between herself and her husband and I wouldn't be surprised if she were shopping around for another man. Louis, doubtlessly, had the same idea in mind. The pair were using the swap club to find new mates and not just to have a one-night stand with, either.
"Once the sex part of the evening was over with I wanted to leave because I simply couldn't be sociable with Victoria, Louis or dumb Alice who kept making all kinds of stupid remarks. So far I had been lucky in having sex with people I could be sociable with but some of this crowd made me uneasy.
"Lorne, however, was so captured by Victoria's flattery that he couldn't pull himself away. When the party did break up I was loaded again. Since I couldn't escape the house I had jumped into a bottle. At any rate my drunken condition chilled Louis off and he left me for Helen.
"When my husband got me into our car he started to complain about my drinking. 'Things were going great until you started juicing up, Betty,' he snapped. 'All the guys were crazy about you until then. Do you want to gain the reputation as a lush?'
"I was too knocked out on the booze to care what he said. When we got home Sharon and Henry, our next door neighbors, wanted to hear all about the big swap party but I wasn't up to holding a conversation so I staggered into bed and let my husband fill them in. He seemed to enjoy rehashing sex sessions, anyhow.
"When I woke up the next morning I was disappointed to find myself alone. Lorne had not come to bed with me. I found him curled up on a sofa with a blanket around him. I didn't have to ask why he had slept alone. Lorne simply couldn't abide with a drunken woman. When he woke up I made him breakfast and waited for him to say the first word. It didn't come until after he had eaten. 'Victoria is some woman,' he told me.
"I felt a chill sweep through my body. Was my husband infatuated by her? Was I going to lose him to Victoria? I've always known Lorne had a good head on his shoulders but even the best of men was no match for an attractive woman with designs on him. The only one who could save him was me.
"This is the way things stand so far as the swap club, doctor. As you can see some complications have arisen. I don't want to urge Lorne to quit the club now because this would only tell him that I was afraid of competing with Victoria. Sharon tells me that Victoria and her husband had joined the swap club in the first place because their marriage was headed for the rocks. They had hoped that, by having a number of lovers openly, they could avoid divorce. It was a case of using adultery to save a marriage rather than having it destroyed by extra-marital affairs.
"While Victoria and Louis may have joined the swappers for this purpose I feel that their marriage is doomed anyhow and that they are now using the club to search for new mates. Lorne had proved his worth to Victoria and that is why she is after him. I had proved my sexuality to Louis and that is why he always wants to be near me. But, while I can ignore attention from this man easily enough I don't know about Lorne. That damned bitch has taken to calling my husband on the phone for private meetings. According to Sharon there is no rule against this since the whole purpose of the swap club is to get people to love one another.
"So far there has never been a case where one swapping couple divorced to marry another swapping couple. It really doesn't make any sense since all of us can have each other's mate as it is without the mess of going through courts. I just hope that I won't become involved in another unique experience by having Lorne tell me that he wants to divorce me so he can marry that cold-blooded bitch, Victoria."
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In every organization, even ones created in the name of love, run into trouble since it is people who make up groups and people are not infallible. Betty was correct in her statement that she had been lucky so far with the swap club by meeting men and women she liked. Now, for the first time, she has come up against people she doesn't care for. In a club dedicated to sexual exchange this can lead to disaster. It is too early to tell how Betty will handle this new problem in her life for it has just cropped up. It may be possible that it will all blow away before her fears are realized. As much as her husband likes Victoria I doubt that he will go so far as to divorce Betty to marry her. Although I've never met the man Betty has given me the impression that he is not one given to foolish moves. After seeing Betty for several sessions in my office I can't see why any man would want to let her go.
Betty hadn't expected to meet so many people at the latest swap party but she still managed to see it through although she did come apart at the end when she drank herself into a stupor. Once again alcohol has complicated her affairs. In her first party she had drunk out of fear and guilt but, in the latest swap, she drank because she didn't like some members of the company. It was also a way to discourage the attentions of a man who kept pestering her ... Louis. It is true that the majority of men cannot abide with a drunken woman no matter how young and beautiful she is. When Betty drank it was her way of making herself less attractive to a man she didn't want. It worked because Louis finally switched his attention to another wife at the party. I can only hope that Betty does not get into these situations too often because that will send her down the road to alcoholism. It will be one way for her to drop out of the swap club. Her youth, beauty and charm is what all the men want but these qualities can vanish quickly when soaked with alcohol.
Like any other attractive woman Betty could not resist the temptation of competing with the female members of her latest swap party. This proves to me that she doesn't find the idea of swapping as distasteful as she had at the beginning. In the swap club she has a chance of matching her feminine charms against others of her sex and beating them. When Victoria, a woman who had the edge on her as far as physical beauty was concerned, displayed a lackluster sexual performance Betty had to take her partner and demonstrate her own erotic skills to him. The idea that she can out-perform a more attractive woman appeals to her. I am sure, as she continues with the swap club, she will increase her sexual drive in order to be the "best piece of ass" in the group.
If Betty had a chance to drop out of the club now I doubt that she will take it for now she has to prove that she can beat Victoria at the game of sex. She wants to see if she can still hold her virile, handsome husband against the appeals of more attractive females. If she left the club now she will never know if she is woman enough to keep the man she loves.
After I gave Betty my reaction to her latest adventure she was surprised that I had defined her inner feelings so well. She admitted that she was no longer revolted by the idea that married couples could swap and have sexual relations with one another without becoming emotionally involved. "I don't know whether I'm becoming mature or depraved," she told me, "but I now enjoy swapping."
Betty had come a long way from the woman who had talked about killing herself in the previous session.
CHAPTER SIX
"Sharon and Henry invited us to the next swap party and they promised that we would meet still another couple. I was glad to know that I wouldn't be walking into a house where I didn't recognize a soul for a change. Lorne was glad because he had a special fondness for Sharon. Even if the new couple turned out to be a drag there was always our next door neighbors to have fun with.
"I dropped over to see Sharon before the swap party began. She was helping her children do homework. This struck me as weird because here was a girl who was going to have a sex orgy in her own home in a few more hours. Even suburban swappers had to attend to square tasks.
"When Sharon sent the children out to play she had me fill her in on the swap sessions I had been attending. The girl got a second-hand thrill out of other people's sex stories.
"After I had given her all the juicy details she told me about her swap parties. I assumed that the couples I had already met were talking about me in the same way. There were those who didn't feel a sexual affair was complete until they related it to someone else.
"'Have you ever swapped with this other couple who are coming tonight?' I wanted to know.
"'Ruth and Don? Oh, we've been swapping for ages,' she told me. 'They'll go for you, Betty. You're just their type of girl."
"Sharon told me that the couple were in their early thirties and Don was a foreman in a construction firm. This gave me a picture of a brawny, aggressive guy but he could still turn out to be a skinny fellow with a two inch cock.
"'By now you must be used to all kinds of sex experiences,' Sharon said. 'I suppose you wouldn't be shocked by something different."
"My guard went up. 'And just what is different about Ruth and Don? ' I wanted to know.
"Sharon giggled. 'Honey, why ruin your fun? You'll find out soon enough."
"I couldn't see what sex experience I had missed so far and I didn't know if Sharon was just being coy or not. I pressed her for more information but she kept being evasive. Finally I gave up. At least I was forewarned.
"When I went over to my own house I waited until my husband came back from work and told him what Sharon had said about the new couple.
"'Sounds interesting,' he responded. 'Maybe they'll be bringing along whips and straps or something."
"'Lorne,' I told him, 'if this couple is too weird I'm not going to do things that disgust me."
"My husband winked. 'Name one sex act you won't do,' he said.
"Off hand I couldn't think of anything but people got all kinds of kicks in all kinds of strange ways. There was, of course, the possibility that Sharon was only putting me on. Maybe Don and Ruth were the squarest couple in the swap club who restricted love-making to straight fornication. That would certainly make them different.
"After dinner Lorne and I showered. Fully clothed we lay together in bed waiting for the hour we knew that Sharon sent her children to sleep. Neither one of us made a sexual move to one another; there would be sex enough at the party.
"'Dear,' I said, 'will you always want to swap?'
"'What do you mean?' Lorne answered, confused.
"'Suppose we move someplace else where there are no swappers?' I explained. 'Will you become bored with only me to fuck every night?'
"Lorne opened his sleepy eyes wider. 'Say, I've never thought about that!' he said. 'I wonder what happens after we both get so hooked on swapping that we can't do without it? This mate-changing business is like a drug. Once you get on it you can't kick the habit."
"My stomach tightened up. This was a new wrinkle about swapping that had just occurred to me. Men, by nature, need a number of females. Now that my husband had gotten used to group sex I wondered if he would always crave women in large doses. I, for one, would be satisfied with a single man. As much as I enjoyed group sex I still could live without it. I had gone into the swap club in hopes of holding on to my husband but now I began to wonder if, in the long run, I had done the right thing. Would Lorne be satisfied with my attentions alone after all the swap parties he had gone to?
"I suppose I dozed off because the. next thing I knew my husband was shaking me. 'Time for love, doll,' he said.
"We got up and walked across the driveway that separated our house from the swappers next door. At least we wouldn't have to worry about drunken driving. I made up my mind to go easy on the hard stuff, anyhow. I wanted to make up to Lorne for the last party where I got stoned out of my skull.
"Sharon was all decked out in a new mini. Her shapely legs were bare and I knew that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Lorne knew this, too, and immediately slipped a hand under her dress. 'You feel good tonight, Sharon,' he grinned.
"'Hey, no fair starting the party without our other guests,' Henry warned. 'How about a drink first?'
"'Make mine a coke,' I said.
"'On the wagon' Henry wanted to know.
"'Let's just say I want to take things slow for awhile.' I told him.
"I was glad to see that the two small children were quiet because I remembered how they had affected me on that first swap. As I sipped properly on my coke I asked Henry about Ruth and Don.
"'You'll like them,' he told me. 'I know that they are dying to meet you two."
"'Then they've see us around?' Lorne asked.
"Henry nodded. 'Not only have they seen you they have been hearing all about you two. It seems like you folks are about the most popular couple in the club."
"My husband beamed, his male ego shining like a spotlight. 'Is Ruth a good piece of tail?' he wanted to find out.
"'I'll say she is!' Sharon exclaimed and burst into laughter.
"Lorne looked at me questioningly and I shrugged. We watched as the young couple laughed over some private joke, one that they had no intention of letting us in on. I began to ache for a shot of hard booze. I didn't care for surprises.
"When the front doorbell rang I tensed. After such a build-up I didn't know what to expect. A shapely red head walked into the room followed by an average-sized pleasant looking man. I couldn't see anything odd about them and I was sure that Henry and Sharon had been putting me on.
"Henry made the introductions. Don looked into my eyes deeply and smiled. 'At last we meet,' he said.
"Ruth, his attractive wife, smiled the same way. 'I've been hearing a lot of good things about you, Betty,' she said.
Sharon made the new couple some drinks and we all sat about the living room. I didn't know how the swap was to begin but I assumed that the host and hostess would have first pick. Sharon folded her long legs and exposed the crack of her ass. My husband, who was sitting right next to her, allowed one of his hands to run down her creamy thighs.
"'Don't tempt me,' Don told her. 'You know I'm a leg freak."
"The man got out of his seat and sat on the other side of the hostess. This seemed to complicate matters. If Sharon picked my husband first would Don be offended and vice-versa? It was clear to see that both men wanted her. This bugged me. After the new man had claimed how much he had wanted to meet me this heavy-handed attention to Sharon didn't seem quite right. Maybe he was just being polite to the hostess.
"Sharon relished all the attention and brought her dress up a bit higher. This meant that the hemline reached her bare waist. 'Oh, how I love threesomes!' she cried and placed her hands in the crotches of both men.
"Threesomes! So that was it! Ruth and Don liked to go three in a sack. Well, I couldn't see what was so weird about that since all of us made love in the same room anyhow.
"Sharon stripped off her clothes quickly and Don stood up to zip down his pants. His erected cock fell out and Sharon grabbed it like a handle. I could see that Lorne didn't know quite what to do. This was the first time a threesome had ever been offered to him. To get him going Sharon opened his pants and pulled out his stiff penis. 'Show it, darling,' she told him. 'You still got the biggest prick in the house."
"With this expression of flattery Lorne was off and running. He untied his shoes and the swap party was now officially in high gear.
"Henry touched my elbow. 'Let's go to my bedroom,' he said. 'It'll be more comfortable."
"I was disappointed because I, wanted to see how one woman took on two men but I didn't want to be impolite to my host. I had the impression this was the regular procedure in threesome swap parties, anyhow. Henry and Sharon didn't have all those mattresses the last couple had at their house.
"Ruth, the third member of my special group, held my hand as we walked down the hall to the bedroom. 'Ever do it this way before, dear?' she asked.
"'No,' I told her, 'but there seems to be a first for everything."
"Henry pressed his finger against his lips indicating that he wanted silence. 'The kids,' he whispered.
"He would have to remind me. His small son and daughter had been so quiet that I, had all but forgotten them. Henry led us into the master bedroom that he shared with his wife and closed the door. 'Okay, girls,' he grinned. 'Let's go bare-assed."
"The three of us started to take off our clothes.
Henry was the first one to get completely naked. His penis was in an aroused state. 'I see you can't wait,' I told him.
"'With two women at once can you blame me?' he said.
"When I took off all my clothes Henry cupped his hands under my breasts and lifted them. 'How I love your tits, Betty,' he sighed and kissed each nipple.
"Ruth removed her bra and thrust out her breasts. 'What about these?' she asked.
"The red head did have a beautiful pair of boobies. She was a size 38 but her breasts stuck out as firm as if they were still developing. Her nipples were bright-red and pointed. I had to admit Ruth beat me in the tits department.
"Henry cupped his hands under her breasts and ran his tongue over each nipple. He was going to have a busy session with two sex-hungry women on his hands.
"Ruth pulled her panties down and exposed her pubic patch which was as red as the hair on her head. Her skin was very white which made her scarlet nipples and hair seem all the more startling. When she turned to walk towards the bed she bared her pale, shapely ass. I could see that Henry liked her because his stiff prick throbbed visibly.
"I couldn't hear what was going on in the living room which, in a way, was an advantage because that meant that the two children couldn't hear anything, either. My old fear that they would surprise us in the act kept nagging at me.
"Ruth spread herself over the soft mattress. It suddenly dawned on me that this would be the first time I, had ever swapped in a regular bed. I used a bare mattress at that last orgy and, before that, I had screwed out in the open near the cove. Then there was the time I wallowed around on all those big, plush pillows in the basement of the house owned by the S and M couple. The last time I had swapped in Henry's house the living room had been the scene of the party. Then I had bounced from the sofa to the chair. When I looked down at the big, comfortable bed I sighed with relief. What did it matter if I had to share a man with another woman?
"I expected Henry to occupy the middle section of the big bed but, instead, he stretched out on one side leaving an empty place between him and the red head. I slipped in between them still wondering how a threesome went into action.
"As soon as I hit the pillow Ruth and Henry rolled over on their sides towards me. Each one took one of my breasts and started fondling it. It was a unique experience having another women touch me sexually. And then ... for the very first time ... I realized what Sharon and Henry had been so coy about. Ruth was a Lesbian!
"The red head pressed her mouth against my nipple and started sucking. At the same time she rubbed her dry, pubic patch against my leg. 'Ummmmm!' she sighed. 'You've just had a shower, I see. I could suck every square inch of you!'
"'Square is right,' I informed her. 'I don't swing your way, I'm afraid."
"Ruth kissed me on the cheek and rubbed my belly. 'Then it's time you started, honey,' she said. 'You're culturally deprived. I can't see how a girl as beautiful as you are never had a girl friend."
"'I've had plenty of girl friends,' I said, 'but they never tried to be boys."
"The naked, shapely woman kissed me on the lips and squeezed my cunt with one of her hands. 'Just relax,' she urged. 'Since rape is inevitable you might as well just lay back and enjoy it."
"Ruth mounted me as a man would and started rubbing her cunt against mine. Our nipples touched. Despite myself I became aroused. Henry joined the act by licking the woman's white ass and sucking hickies on it. I knew that Ruth couldn't be completely homosexual since she was married. Was she simply a two-way swinger?
"The woman pressed her mouth against mine and I felt her lips part. At first I refused her probing tongue but then I opened my mouth. French-kissing a woman didn't seem any different from doing the same to a man. Of course, there was a world of difference in her soft body. I was used to being penetrated but this lover had nothing to dig into me with. She kept rubbing that hairy slit over my pussy while Henry sucked on her buttocks.
"'See,' Ruth told me, 'there is nothing to it. Lesbian love isn't all that awful."
"She got off of my body and clamped her mouth against my vagina. I had been blown before but never by another female. It was all oddly exciting. Her big, juicy breasts hung down with their red nipples like thick, huge strawberries as she sucked my pussy. She ran her tongue deep into my opening and touched me in all the right spots.
"Henry switched his mouth to one of my nipples and started sucking hard. I felt his pole of sex against my leg and wondered into which hole he was eventually going to squirt his juice. Was he going to fuck me or Ruth? Did the red head want to be screwed by a man in the first place? The only way I could find out was to continue with the three-way sex orgy.
"As Ruth performed cunnilingus on me she moved her legs up along the bed so that her vagina was almost in my face. I looked at the red patch without any special passion. Yet, deep within me, a need started to grow. Why not suck her off? What was so wrong with this experience?
"I kissed Ruth's red box and she grunted. Henry reached over and grabbed her ass. As he did he pulled the woman's body closer towards me. 'Go down on her,' he whispered. 'Go ahead, Betty, it's fun."
"Henry pulled Ruth entirely on top of me so that we were in a Sixty Nine position. I had performed mutual oralism many times with a man but never with a woman. It was strange to look up and see, not a juicy prick, but a cunt.
"I decided to go all the way and French the woman with as much gusto as I would blow a man. I spread her opening apart and lapped inside. Ruth moaned with increased pleasure and responded by chewing my box.
"Homosexual desire began to take hold of me. Now I wanted this woman more than anyone else on earth. I lifted my legs and clamped her bobbing head between my thighs. I sucked her slitted opening and chewed on it surprised that I could abandon myself so freely to Lesbian passion. The swap club was showing me that I had all kinds of sides.
"Henry licked everywhere. First he ran his tongue over Ruth and then he sucked parts of my body. He seemed to be enjoying this homosexual scene more than we were. As I mouthed Ruth's cunt I now had an idea of how I looked, felt and tasted to my husband and lovers. The woman's body was soft and smooth and I clamped my hands over her butts. Usually, in the Sixty Nine position, I would have a heavy, hairy, rough body on top of mine.
"The red head finally broke contact and lifted her pussy off my mouth. She turned around again so that our faces met. There was a glazed look in her eyes. 'I always knew you had it in you, Betty, darling,' she said huskily.
"'I didn't,' I confessed. 'I suppose there is a bit of the dyke in all of us."
"'How right you are,' she said and offered me her beautiful breasts.
"Once again I bent towards another unusual experience and took a thick, scarlet nipple in my mouth. As I sucked I found out what opening Henry wanted to fuck. He got behind me dog-fashion and curled his rigid penis between my legs and into my pussy. I was now having two people at once ... and one of them a woman.
"Henry moved his tool up and down inside my body as I sucked Ruth's nipple. He clasped his arms around my body as he neared his climax. Then he shot his load, one that had been building up since the three of us walked down the hall. He stilled his body and poured into me.
"'Are you coming?' Ruth asked him quietly.
"'Yeah,' he grunted in reply. 'I feel like an erupting volcano."
"Henry's lava flow spurted deep into my flesh and he kept coming for what seemed to be a long period of time. I was sure that the sight of two women making love had turned him on. Sexual powers were unlocked in many ways.
"Henry pulled his dick out of me as soon as he stopped spewing. I was surprised when he mounted Ruth and shoved his still hard cock into her pussy. The woman obviously didn't mind and even cooperated by pushing up against him. So she wasn't a complete Lesbian, after all. Homosexuality was just half of her nature.
"I looked at the genital-to-genital connection close-up and could see Henry's penis swell and get harder. He was trying to squeeze out another few drops of come and claim that he had two women right after the other. Since this was supposed to be a three-way orgy I wanted to add my erotic bit. I then took Henry's testicles orally as he thrust into the woman. I had to move my head up and down to keep in tempo with him. This bit of oral lust obviously thrilled Henry because his penis became fully erected suddenly and he spewed. I kept mouthing his nuts until his climax was over.
"'Wow!' Henry gasped when he flopped over on his back. 'For a girl who never went three in a bed you sure know how to swing, Betty,' he told me.
"Ruth embraced me and our breasts met. 'This girl has fires no one has seen yet,' she claimed. 'Betty is one person who will do anything for pleasure."
"I couldn't quite accept the woman's evaluation of me but, after the three-way sex bout, I couldn't exactly argue the point. Although I had never had homosexual relations before I sure as hell jumped into Lesbian love fast enough. 'Have you made it with all the other women in the club?' I wanted to know.
"'Only the ones who appeal to me like you, Sharon and a couple of others,' she said.
"'Sharon?' I wondered. 'She doesn't seem the type! This comes as a surprise."
"'Why should it?' Henry said. 'My wife is a highly-sexed woman and that means her homosexual part needs attention now and then, too. You're the same way, Betty. You should get together with my wife some afternoon when both of you have the time."
"I felt dizzy. First, I turn queer and then I find out my best friend in suburbia is a part-time dyke herself. Ruth slipped her hands over my breasts and hugged me. 'All of us girls should get together,' she said. 'Why restrict yourself to only one sex? Don't you know that two-way swingers have twice as much fun?'
"'Does that go for your husband, too?' I asked remembering that there was another orgy going on in the living room.
"'No, alas!' Ruth answered. 'Don said he tried homosexuality before he married me but he never liked it. I think that's so sad. I would like to see the men in action together, wouldn't you?'
"Well, this meant that Lorne didn't have to face the problem of making it with Don. I then turned to Henry. 'How about you?' I wanted to know.
"'Statistics say that one out of every three males in America have tried homosexuality at least once in their lives,' he answered. 'I still belong to the majority. However, if the right boy comes along I might swing his way."
"Ruth kissed the back of my neck. 'I think that homosexuality is more natural to females than males,' she said. 'Men have too many hang-ups about making it with one another. If I were a man I would probably be straight all the way."
"Henry laughed lightly. 'What do you mean if you were a man, Ruth?' he teased.
"The red head sat back on her heels and thrust her magnificent breasts out. 'Now, Henry,' she chided. 'Do I look like a man to you? If I do, baby, you're in trouble."
"'How are our mates doing now, by the way?' I injected.
"'Right now Lorne and Don should be too pooped to pop if I know my wife,' Henry smiled. 'Let's take and look and, remember, be quiet. I don't want to wake the kids."
"'That's the good daddy,' I said to the man and stepped off the bed.
"The three of us, still naked, walked down the hall to the living room. Sharon was lying on the thick carpet sandwiched in between the two men. My husband was in a Sixty Nine position with her while Don had his limp penis between her butt halves. I could see that the main heat of the three-way orgy had already been expended. I was sorry that I had missed it. As a matter-of-fact I was sorry that I hadn't been in Sharon's place. Despite the fact that my first Lesbian experience had been an unusual one I still considered myself basically straight.
"'Oh, if I only had my Polaroid camera,' Henry said when he looked down at the three.
"Don got to his feet. 'Speaking of pictures how about letting us see your new stag reel, Henry?' he asked.
"Sharon grunted and rolled over on her back breaking the oral contact with my husband. 'Yes, we got it especially for you, Ruth,' she said.
"'You mean it has dykes doing each other's thing?' she laughed. 'Well, that should be interesting."
"Sharon shifted her eyes to me. 'How did it go in there, Betty?' she asked pointedly.
"I didn't want to reply but Ruth answered for me. She hugged me close and gave me a big kiss on the mouth. 'She's a prize, Sharon,' the A.C./D.C. woman said.
"I could tell by the expression that came over my husband's face that he hadn't known that Ruth dug women as well as men. He looked at me in amazement. 'Betty ... you mean ... you and Ruth...? '
"'Yes! Yes!' I snapped annoyed by his sudden discovery that there was such a thing as female homosexuality in the world.
"He sat on the floor as if he had just been struck. His mouth hung open. 'Betty, I've never known this about you before,' he said still unable to accept the situation.
"Ruth came to my aid when she realized I was only getting flustered. She slipped her arm around my waist and looked squarely at my husband. 'Darling, don't you know that we women aren't slaves to the lust of men? We are quite capable of living without the lot of you. Remember that the next time you crawl into this sweet child."
"I liked Ruth's declaration of sexual independence but it didn't seem to make any dent in Lorne. He just sat there with his mouth open in amazement. Ever since we met he knew me as a healthy, horny girl and now he understood that my sexuality had more than one part to it. Maybe it was all for the best. This way he wouldn't be so quick to take me for granted. I didn't need a stiff prick to find love; a warm pussy and a ripe pair of tits could serve just as well.
"Henry set up the screen and movie projector while Sharon fixed us all some drinks. My husband kept looking at me as if I were a stranger. He seemed more stunned by female homosexuality than I was. But, as he was busy being surprised by my gay side, I was just as surprised by his squareness. One thing about a sex club ... it certainly made people know one another and that included husbands and wives.
"I quickly downed my first drink of. the evening. I had wanted to go through the swap session without taking a single drop of the hard stuff but, once again, events forced me into the bottle.
"We six naked people gathered in front of; Henry's silver screen to watch the fuck movie. In the first scene three fairly good looking girls were shown romping through the woods, their breasts bouncing and their hairy cunts on display.
"'Oh, buy me that, Don!' Ruth called out.
"'Shhhh!' Henry responded. 'The children!'
"Ruth repeated her request in a low tone but her husband didn't answer. I assumed that he was used to hearing his wife make Lesbian comments like that.
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"In the next scene the girls were shown playing around in a hay loft. They fell upon one another and there were a lot of close-ups of breasts, vaginas and behinds as the trio started to become interested in one another sexually. I felt a hand clasp my own breast. When I looked back I saw Sharon. Now that I had revealed my homosexuality she felt free to expose hers. I didn't think she had anything left to expose.
"On screen the trio of naked girls started to feel one another up and one of them lowered her head to make oral contact with a pussy. Ruth pressed in close besides me at that point and I felt her soft, warm body. She slipped one of her hands down my legs and let it rest on my crotch.
"The three men were too glued to the Lesbian love-making on the screen to realize that there was a similar scene taking place literally under their noses. Men were so dense.
"I clutched at Ruth's vagina as a girl on the screen mouthed her fellow performer. Sharon and Ruth pressed their bodies against mine and I didn't feel the least bit weird. It was only men who had all kinds of tensions about homosexuality. Ruth was right ... it came more naturally to women.
"Finally a male performer was shown on the screen. He was dressed as a farm boy and he stared at the girls through a hole in the wall. As he stared he took off his clothes and started to jerk off. In his excitement he made a noise and this caused the girls to find him. They dragged him to the hay loft and made him fuck one of them. After he shot his load he couldn't get it up to satisfy the others. With this the girls chased him away and continued their Lesbian love-making. The end.
"'I could've banged all three,' Lorne bragged.
"'Hell, I've just screwed Ruth and your wife a couple of minutes ago,' Henry announced proudly, his male ego swelling.
"Don was then duty-bound to say that he had already had three women in a row. As the men bragged about how great they were we women groped at one another's flesh. Henry put the lights on and, for the first time, the fellows could see that another dyke show had been going on all the time.
"'Hey, let's see the three of you make it together! ' Don suggested.
"I didn't like being regarded as some live stag performer but the other two girls were for it. Since the three of us were already in the middle of a Lesbian love-feast it was easy enough to continue.
"Sharon bent me backwards and kissed me squarely on the mouth. Ruth spread my legs and started to lick my pubic area. The men gathered around to watch their wives make love to another. Lorne knelt on the floor at my feet to see the red head perform cunnilingus upon my vagina.
"'I've always wanted you, Betty,' Sharon confessed. 'I just didn't know how you felt about this."
"So now I could see why she had invited Ruth. The red head was to test my reaction to homosexuality. As mad as the swap party was there was a method in it.
"Sharon changed places with Ruth, and I felt the girl chew deeply into my pussy. The red head straddled me at the breasts and rubbed her scarlet box over my globes of flesh. We were showing the boys a hotter scene than any they had recently seen in the movie. , "I reached up and slipped my hands over Ruth's butts. Then I brought her hairy snatch down and I started sucking on it. Although my vision was blocked out by the woman's soft, white body I was sure that all three men were staring at us hard ... especially Lorne. He had never known that I had a Lesbian streak in me. Hell, I had never known it myself.
"Once Lorne got me home he kept throwing all kinds of questions at me about my past. I just couldn't convince him that I hadn't had homosexual contact before that night. He claimed that no really straight girl can turn so gay so quickly. 'I wouldn't go down on another guy if you paid me,' he announced.
"'No one is asking you to,' I told him in a weary voice. 'Honestly, Lorne, you can be such a stiff about some things. If you feel that way let's quit the swappers and be done with it."
"Lorne stopped bugging me after that because I knew that he wouldn't go that far. The sex club meant too much to him. Still, I was confused. Up until this time I thought my husband would accept anything sexual but now it appeared he drew the line at homosexuality even when it didn't involve him. Is it that he now thinks I'm really a Lesbian at heart, doctor? As a matter-of-fact I don't know if I am or not. After all, I did enjoy making love to Ruth and Sharon."
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Betty is by no means a Lesbian. She merely came in contact with her homosexual component for the first time in her life and it has shaken her. In my study of married people who swap I have found that homosexual activity is far from unknown in their erotic meetings. Women, however, seemed more inclined to engage in it than men. Betty's husband, Lorne, reacted in the typical male fashion when the subject was brought up. He was quick to deny any interest in homosexual activity for himself. When he saw his wife engage in sex relations with other women he became uneasy for this reminded him that he had his own homosexual component, one that he denied existed at all.
Lorne cannot cope with his wife's interest in other women even though it takes second place to her interest in men. He knows he can compete for his wife's attention on a heterosexual level with fellow males but he is at a loss when it comes to competing with females. This is one of the reasons why he dislikes Betty's homosexual side. Her interest in other women seems to shut him out.
When people are very successful in the heterosexual area they become bored and look for other excitements. Homosexuality offers them a new challenge and that is why swappers, in time, turn to this form of sexual expression. Sharon, a young women with a near-nymphomaniacal passion for men, finds that even she enjoys erotic contact with other females. Ruth, the woman who introduced Betty to homosexuality, appears to have a greater need for female-to-female affairs. The homosexual component in people varies and it appears that Ruth has a more than average share of this need.
Once I assured Betty that she was not going "queer" she seemed relieved. She was delighted to find that now she had something to hold over her husband. While he repressed his homosexual side she freely expressed it and this gave her a greater feeling of sexual independence. I was sure that, in future swap sessions, Betty would continue to engage in Lesbian activity when it was offered to her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"I can't wait to tell you about my latest adventure, doctor. Victoria and Louis invited us to their house to meet another couple. I've already told you about how Victoria is after my husband and how Louis is after me. Well, Lorne was all for seeing the woman again because he considered her one of the best pieces of meat in the swap club. I, naturally, could hardly reject the offer. Even though the couple were throwing the sex party for us to meet another pair of swappers I knew what was at the back of their minds. They were going to do their best to come between me and my husband.
"Victoria and Louis lived in one of the smaller houses in the suburban community but they spent most of their money on furniture. It was all very modem including these transparent chairs that inflate. I thought that it suited their personalities ... transparent and filled with hot air. Lorne, poor soul, couldn't see through the couple as I could. He was certain that Victoria was only interested in his big cock and nothing else.
"We were introduced to Donna and Kurt. They were' one of the youngest couples in the club and they looked like kids fresh out of college. They wore mod outfits which stressed their youth. Kurt claimed he was a vice president of a large manufacturing firm in the city but I just couldn't believe him. He simply didn't seem the executive type. He wasn't very bright and he seemed to lean on his wife a lot. Later on that evening Lorne found out, through Victoria, that the only reason Kurt was the vice president of the firm was that his father was the president. There was nothing like nepotism to get ahead in the world.
"Donna was a very pretty girl with long, chestnut colored hair and big, blue eyes. She looked like a doll but I could sense a core of steel inside her. With all her soft, sweet looks she was the boss of her marriage. Her husband was the kind who always had to depend on someone. In Donna he not only found a mother-image but a damned good piece of tail as well. She was the perfect wife for him.
"'Well, beautiful people,' Victoria said, 'will it be juice or head?'
"I didn't know what she meant until Kurt claimed he wanted 'head' and Victoria brought out a package of marijuana! 'Juice' meant alcohol and 'head' meant drugs. 'I don't much care for drinking myself,' Victoria claimed. 'Alcohol puts on calories."
"I had never taken any kind of drug before but, after all the new experiences I had been having lately, I wasn't shocked by this new offer. Lorne had used pot a few times in his college days so I let him roll up a couple of cigarettes for both of us. When we all lit up I tried to pretend that I was used to pot parties. I hated to appear the square all the time.
"The reaction I got from the reefer was much like the kind I got from a cocktail. I felt light-headed and at ease. Donna started doing a hula dance after she had finished her first reefer and Louis called out, 'Take it off!'
"The pretty girl then began to strip as if she were a burlesque queen. With my new Lesbian interests aroused I watched the girl with more than a little pleasure. She stepped out of her shoes and took off the jacket of her pants suit. Then she removed her blouse and bra. The girl had small, hard breasts with pale, pink nipples. She seemed even younger now, more like a fourteen year old.
"Donna removed her pants and then her panties. She did a few bumps-and-grinds thrusting her cunt out at us. When she turned around she wiggled her saucy rump. I felt my clitoris stiffen with lust.
"'Let's see what you can do, Betty,' Victoria said with an undertone that indicated she thought I couldn't do much of anything.
"I took one last drag of the reefer and went into a belly dance. I kept stripping off my clothes until I was down to my bare skin. When I wiggled my tits, pussy and ass I could see how the men, my own husband included, were aroused. Kurt, a bit high on pot, opened his pants and exposed his erect penis. 'I can't take it anymore,' he said and threw himself on top of me.
"We tumbled onto the floor. The young man quickly thrust his tool into my slit and pumped. In a very real way I was being raped. Another unique sensation. I was sure that he had broken some unwritten sex club rule by selecting me before the host and hostess had made their picks.
"'Rape! Rape!' Donna cried. 'Call the cops!'
"'Shit, let the cops get their own ass,' Kurt answered as he plowed into me.
"We all laughed including me ... the 'victim.' It was uncomfortable to feel the fellow's clothes against my bare skin but I was sure that he was going to shoot his load very soon and end the fucking. When he came he let out a long sigh and pressed hard against me. Kurt got to his feet as soon as he spewed out his last drop. Thus ended the quickest swap I had ever experienced.
"Kurt zipped his fly up and lit another reefer. 'Don't tell me you're through for the night?' Victoria complained.
"'You kids have your fun,' he told us. 'I'll be with you all in due time."
"Kurt went over to an inflated chair and sat down. When he flicked the ashes of his reefer Victoria screamed, 'Take it easy! You want to burn a hole in that chair!'
"It was the first real emotion I had ever seen the cold looking woman express. She seemed more concerned with things than with people. Kurt grunted and switched to a less dangerous piece of furniture. I didn't know if it were the pot or his personality but he seemed only too willing to check out of the orgy. Once the male-female ratio was disturbed a swap party fell apart.
"Victoria quickly made a grab for my husband. She was going to get her sex, at least. 'Let's go to my room and see my etchings, ' she said.
"When they left this meant that Louis now had a choice of picking me or the cute, nude girl. I thought that he would have to pick Donna since, otherwise, that would leave her with her own husband. Louis surprised me by cupping his hands over my breasts. 'Come on, Betty,' he urged.
"I threw a glance towards Donna but she didn't seem annoyed by the way everyone was pairing off. She merely lit another reefer. Perhaps she and her immature husband were more hung-up on pot than sex, I reasoned. At any rate I could hardly tell my host to get himself another girl.
"Louis led me past an open door. When I looked inside I saw Victoria taking off her clothes while my husband sat on the bed watching her. The man led me into the next room which had a bed in it.
He didn't close the door since we were all used to having sex in front of an audience.
"'Let me apologize for Kurt,' he said. 'He is a boor."
"'Then why did you invite him?'
"Louis grinned as he started to undo his shirt. 'Because I wanted you,' he said. 'I didn't want to invite one of the better studs in the club and have to compete with him. '
"'Donna seems lonely,' I pointed out.
"'Don't rush it. I'll get to her later and so will your husband. She knows that she'll have more than enough cock to satisfy her."
"The man removed all his clothes and stood in front of me with his penis swollen and hard. 'We're really made for one another,' he said and kissed me on the lips.
"We lay side-by-side on the bed, our genitals brushing. I could see that Louis wanted to make up for Kurt's brief, sudden act of intercourse by warming me up slowly. But, then, this had been his plan from the beginning. He wanted to compare himself against a clumsy oaf who was interested only in his own satisfaction.
"In the next room I heard Victoria and my husband move on the bed. I then realized that the couple slept in separate beds since the room I was in held nothing but male clothes and toilet articles. Usually I wouldn't have said anything but, since I was high on pot, I asked, 'Don't you and Victoria sleep with one another?'
"'Not for the past year,' he confessed casually. " 'Are you breaking up?'
"'I think we will eventually. The only thing that keeps us together are these swap parties."
"I've heard of couples staying together for the sake of their children but this was the first time I had ever heard of a couple doing it for the sake of orgies of adultery. But, by what Louis told me, even this wasn't enough to save a marriage that should have been ended months ago. When he pulled me closer I could feel his possessiveness. He wanted me for more than just a quick piece of ass. I wondered just how Victoria was piling on the sex for my husband in the next room.
"Louis slipped the shiny head of his cock along my slit and then mounted me. As he did he pushed his entire tool into my body. Maybe marijuana enlarged reality because his prick felt like something that belonged on a stallion. I always had the idea that pot diminished sexual interest.
"He lifted his hips and plowed into me again. I gasped with lust. With all his faults the man was a great lay. He thrust easily at first but then he picked up the tempo. With each stroke his dick seemed to grow another inch. His body, strangely enough, seemed as if it were getting lighter at the same time. Louis was changing into one, huge phallus.
"I curled my legs around his and shoved my cunt up against his body. Louis held me fast and then shot his load. It was as if a hot water hose had been turned on inside of me. The man seemed to have an endless supply of come. I was sure, of course, that marijuana had distorted my sense of time so that a second seemed like five minutes. It didn't matter if the experience was more dream than reality because I was getting the best fucking of my life.
"'How was it?' Louis whispered and nibbled my ear.
"'Wonderful ... the best I've ever had,' I told him.
"'Too bad we can't do it all the time."
"His statement wasn't all that casual. Even in the midst of pot and passion I knew what he meant. The bastard really did intend to separate me from Lorne.
"I didn't respond and just lay there as I felt his prick shrink in size. After he had become limp Louis pulled out of me. At that moment Kurt wandered into the room. He was naked and his penis was in a state of erection. 'Am I in time for sloppy seconds?' he asked.
"I could tell that Louis didn't want him in the same room now that he had gotten me so hot and bothered. But, as the host, he allowed the naked man to crawl into bed. Louis didn't want to hang around for a threesome so he mumbled something about seeing Donna.
"'Like it up the ass?' Kurt asked with his usual bluntness.
"I looked down at his penis and could see that it wasn't especially large. 'You can Greek me if you use vaseline,' I said.
"Kurt obviously had been around the house before because he knew exactly which drawer to open. When he found the jar of vaseline he greased, up his pole of meat and then shoved a finger load of the lubricant into my anal passage.
"I flattened out over the bed in a' spread-eagled fashion bracing myself for the act of sodomy. Actually I didn't care much for anal intercourse because it was always uncomfortable if not painful but, if it turned my man on, then I was willing enough to cooperate. A little pain made sex stimulating, anyhow.
"Victoria let out a passionate moan in the next room and I wondered if my husband was Greeking her. With his extra inch of cock he can make sodomy a memorable experience. Then I realized that Kurt had come to me again instead of his hostess. When I asked him about this he answered, 'I've already been next door but Victoria was too busy with your husband. She waved me off and told me to come here. I hope you don't mind being second choice."
"In a swap party someone always has to be second choice,' I told him and clutched the pillow.
"As Kurt mounted me I thought of Victoria in the next room. She was so anxious to get my husband that she even rejected another man who wanted her. I didn't have much time to brood about the situation because Kurt began to inch his prick into my anus.
"He pushed the wide head of the penis into my hole with care and then inched downward. Kurt pressed his body against mine and slowly filled my anal passage with his rigid tool. I let out a cry when he sank all the way in. He paused for a moment and then lifted himself up again. Just as the last inch of his tube of flesh was about to leave my body he plunged downward. This time he didn't try to be gentle. Once Kurt got going he started to fuck me in the ass as if he were in my pussy. I dug my fingers into the pillow and felt my rear end burn with the friction of his plowing, rutting, screwing dick. Then, at last, he came. His fluid filled my rear opening and he stopped moving. We lay there together locked in sodomy as he released his semen. He waited until his penis turned soft before pulling out of me. 'Thanks, loads,' he grinned. 'Donna hates to be screwed in the ass."
"'I suppose that's why you joined the swappers?' I asked. 'You needed Greek-mates?'
"'As a matter-of-fact you're right,' he told me. 'Some guys join the swap club because their wives won't French them but I go for cans. Donna is willing to suck my cock all night but she can't even stand a finger up her poop. What's the thing you don't like?'
"I thought a long moment. I couldn't think of a single sexual act I really disliked. I had even enjoyed S and M besides Lesbianism. Maybe I was really a sex maniac. Then I heard Victoria giggled in the next room. 'The thing that I don't like are scheming women,' I told him.
"Kurt was too far gone on pot to know what I was talking about. He shrugged his shoulders and fell across the bed. 'Give me tits now,' he mumbled.
"I lowered my breasts against his face and he started licking them. He took one of my nipples in his mouth and sucked hard. I felt his teeth open and close on my flesh and I pressed my body against his face until he had to push me away to keep breathing. Once more I heard Victoria giggle in the next room and I knew I just had to break that particular relationship up.
"When I got out of bed Kurt looked disappointed. 'Baby,' I was just getting started,' he said. 'You have to take a leak or something?'
"'Something,' I told him and walked into the next room.
"Victoria and Lorne were on the bed naked and in each other's arms. I assumed they had had enough sex because they were simply holding one another and talking. 'Swap time!' I called out.
"'Swap? Lorne asked. 'You want to go to bed with me?'
"'Why not?' I wondered. 'Let's have a different party with husbands screwing their own wives."
"I knew this hurt Victoria since she and her husband didn't even share the same bed anymore. She glared at me understanding what I felt about her. Our tensions were coming out into the open and it was making the swap party more uncomfortable than that pain in the ass I had just had.
"'Hey, what's up?' Kurt asked entering the room.
"I looked down at his limp prick. 'Nothing's up that I can see,' I answered.
"Both of us laughed a little too loud. Marijuana enlarged everything including the smallest joke. I told Kurt that it was time for another swap and this meant Victoria was to be his next woman. He crawled into bed next to her and started sucking her nipple. Lorne got out of bed feeling that he had to make Donna happy now. I could tell by the expression on Victoria's face that she hated me for breaking up her love scene with Lorne and replacing him with the boorish Kurt.
"I followed my husband into the living room. Louis was sitting on a sofa with Donna's head in his lap. Both were smoking pot. My husband placed the girl's legs in his lap when he sat next to her arid started to finger her cunt. She squirmed in mounting lust and spread her legs wide so that she placed one foot on the floor. Lorne then went down on his knees and pressed his open mouth against her cleft.
"My husband had hardly started going down on the girl when Kurt and Victoria came into the room. It was easy to see that the aloof woman didn't care for the young man. The only man that she did seem to care for was my husband, as a matter-of-fact. She didn't even like the one she married. It was little wonder that she wanted him so desperately.
"'Betty has a good idea,' Kurt announced in a pot-slurred voice. 'Why don't we all swap again so that husbands wind up with their own wives?'
"This time it was Louis who reacted strongly. He now had to realize that I meant to hang on to Lorne despite his erotic skills. From that point on the sex orgy ground to a halt rapidly. When Donna, the one who had stripped first, became the first one to put her clothes back on this was a signal for the rest of us to get dressed.
"Luckily we hadn't driven to the house because neither I nor Lorne was capable of driving. I could see that marijuana distorted depth perception so that it was difficult to tell how far away an object was. As we walked through the night Lorne complained about the sudden halt to the sex party. 'Is it my imagination or are you and Victoria mad at each other for some reason?' he asked. 'I get the impression the party started to break up when you came into the room with Kurt."
"I was still high enough to tell the truth and nothing but the truth. 'Lorne, I don't like that couple,' I said.
"'Kurt and Donna? They seem all right."
"'No, I mean Louis and Victoria. You're too dense to know this but they are on the brink of divorce."
"'So Victoria told me,' Lorne said. 'And don't call me dense. I know that Victoria has some weird notion that I will divorce you to marry her. Fat chance. Why give up a diamond for a stone?'
"I was so stunned by Lorne's remark that I couldn't move another step. I leaned against a streetlight and stared at him. 'How long have you known that?' I asked.
"'From the first time we met, actually,' he answered. 'I know you women like to think of men as dumb clods who can't pick up subtle undertones in relationships but, baby, I'm a lot smarter than you believe."
"I felt a little faint. 'And ... is it true what you said about not giving up a diamond for a stone?' "My husband pressed against me right there in the open. A car drove by and some guy whistled. 'Victoria has a wonderful body but that's all she has,' he told me. 'She turns sex on and off like a faucet. She turned it ;off for Louis and, if I ever married her, she would one day do the same to me. No, sweetheart, I like my women to run warm all the time ... like you."
"He lowered his face to me and I kissed him. Another car went by and somebody shouted, 'Go rent a room!'
"'Let's go home and swap,' I urged.
"'Swap with who?'
"'Each other."
"When we went home I gave Lorne the loving of his life. Victoria had drained him dry but this didn't stop me from taking his penis orally and sucking some hardness into his meat. When his dick was stiff I impaled my pussy down on it and pumped with passion until he spewed out a few drops of come. My husband was mine again.
"I guess Victoria and Louis got the message, doctor, because the next thing I knew their house was up for sale. They both left the community without a word to anyone except their real estate agent. Sharon, who seems to know everything, told me that Louis took a hotel room near his work while Victoria took a jet to parts unknown. Since she knew I had been at their last swap party she wanted to know all the fleshy details. I played the innocent act and pretended to be as confused by the departure as she was. 'Well,' she told me, 'this means we'll have to break in a new couple. Maybe you and Lorne should do it. '
"I told her that I had only just joined the club myself and that there were still other couples I hadn't met yet. Sharon tells me that it will be my turn to break in another couple soon but I told her that I would wait. After all, I want to relish the departure of Louis and Victoria for awhile yet."
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It seems that one of Betty's most pressing concerns has already resolved itself. Now she doesn't have to worry about Victoria anymore. The threat to her home life is over. She feels a certain amount of sexual pride in not avoiding conflict with her chief rival and holding on to her husband despite all her erotic blandishments towards him. By staying with the swap club Betty has become more sure of her powers as a woman.
Betty's basic mistake was overlooking her husband's maturity. Too many American women feel that all men are small boys at heart. For this reason they are convinced their husbands can easily be led astray by any designing female. Lorne detected Victoria's coldness from the beginning and knew that she turned sex on "like a faucet." A less mature man would not have discovered this flaw in the beautiful young woman. While Victoria thought she was stringing Lorne along it was he who had exploited the situation. He let Victoria believe she could pick him off like a plum just to get her to make so many sexual advances. Both Lorne and Betty came out of the latest swap session with a deeper understanding of one another as persons. Betty now knows that her husband loves her and would not leave her for another woman and Lorne knows that his wife would never leave him for another man. With this in mind the couple can now freely engage in sexual affairs with other men and women without fear.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Swap clubbers are great ones for playing games, doctor. We just don't show up at different houses with our husbands and wives and then exchange. I guess this is too simple for some people and they want more excitement in their lives. You will be surprised at just how far suburban swappers go to have some fun.
"Kate and Phil, the couple with the whips, joined us on a boat trip with Walter and Norma, the ones we had fought teenaged rapists with at one time. Just think of the combination for a minute, doctor. These were two of the most active and daring members of the swap club. When they got together there just had to be some fireworks.
"Lorne and I met Kate and Phil at the boat basin. They were very pleased to see us because they knew we didn't draw a line over a little thing like a spanking. I noticed that Phil carried a small, black suitcase. I didn't have to ask what was in it ... I knew. They had brought along a box load of sadomasochistic goodies. I trembled with anticipation. As long as Phil didn't lay the whips, straps, and what not on me too hard I felt that I was in for an exciting boat trip.
"We all walked down to the White Cloud. Norma was standing on the deck wearing her revealing bikini. 'Oh, man,' Phil whispered to his wife, 'I just can't wait to get into that."
"Walter looked as sunburned as ever when he stepped out on the deck. He was the kind who never tanned. He looked like a huge, boiled lobster. 'Hey, I'd better go easy with the leather stuff on him,' Kate said. 'His ass is probably red enough."
"The four of us stepped aboard the power boat. Since it was Saturday we all intended to not only make a day of it but a night as well. It was going to be crowded sleeping aboard the small boat but a crowd can be fun if it is comprised of the right people.
"Walter started the boat up and we talked about that big battle with the teenagers. He was all for going back to the cove but I begged him not to. 'Suppose we all get arrested?' I said. 'Can you imagine what the newspapers would do with a story like that ... suburban swappers on a nude orgy?'
"'I've always wanted to become famous,' Phil laughed.
"When Walter drove the boat far from the shoreline and away from other boats his wife stripped off her bikini. Phil and my husband immediately leered at her bare breasts and her slim, tanned figure. 'Doll,' Kate told her, 'if I had a body like yours I would've stripped back in the boat basin in front of everyone."
"My husband reached his hand down her blouse and squeezed one of her breasts. 'I like my women meaty,' he assured her.
'And you like them skinny, under aged, over aged, and in any way you can find them,' I added.
"There was another round of laughter and nautical swap party was on its way.
"Walter claimed that he knew of a tiny, deserted island no one went to except sea gulls. The only way to get to it was by boat so this meant we would have plenty of time to see someone before they saw us. I didn't want another near-rape to deal with.
"The small island was quite a distance from the boat basin and I could see how far Walter went out of the way to find a safe haven for swapping fun and games. When we did arrive at the spot I found that there was no real beach anywhere so we had to drop anchor and wade through the water until we reached an opening in a pile of sea-soaked rocks. Just to be sure that no other craft would come sailing by later on we all wore bathing suits. There would be time enough to run around naked.
"Walter filled an inflated life raft with food and liquor and Phil put his suitcase of S and M junk in with it. All of us were ready for a day and night to remember. Once we climbed up some slippery rocks we were all but surrounded by trees that went entirely to the water's edge. I could see why the tiny island was not too popular. Only a masochist could enjoy it and we all had a touch of that particular kink.
"Norma led us through the trees until we came to a spot so shaded that the sun was completely blocked out and the temperature seemed twenty degrees cooler. Since it was a hot, sunny day we certainly welcomed this change.
"Kate took off the bra part of her swim suit and shook her breasts. 'I feel like one with nature!' she exclaimed.
"'We should buy this little island and make a swapper's nudist camp out of it,' Phil suggested.
"'I can't see why not,' Norma said. 'No one owns this island as far as I know."
"'But someone has to own it,' I said adding my two cents. 'Are you sure we aren't trespassing?'
"'If any guard comes,' my husband smiled, 'we'll tell them to take out the fine in trade."
"'In that case I hope the guards are all gay,' I snapped back.
"Walter was very busy setting up the food and liquor. He had brought along glasses and a cocktail shaker so we could still get a good glow on despite the fact we were out in the middle of nowhere. I took off my swim suit and Phil fondled my breasts. So far the sexuality was low-keyed and unaggressive. Since we had so many hours of passion before us no one wanted to burn the candle of sex at both ends.
"One by one everyone else stripped off their suits. The six of us gathered about Walter as he shook up a batch of cocktails. After that pot party it was nice to get back to a drug I was familiar with. After we had knocked off all the juice in the cocktail shaker Phil got coy and opened up his suitcase of sadomasochistic stuff. Norma, it seemed, was a devotee of S and M sex sessions. She picked up the whip and snapped it in the air. 'How about you, Phil?' she asked.
"'If you catch me first then I'll be your slave,' he grinned, his face beaming with pain and passion.
"'Hey, let's have a slave raid!' his wife injected. 'Three of us will be pirates and the other three will be natives on the island. It'll be fun. '
"Fun was the code word that set hearts to pounding. Walter made up another batch of cocktails and decided that it would be more natural for the women to play the part of slaves. He promised that we would ail switch roles later on.
"After we all had downed another round of drinks the men told the women to start running. They were going to give us all a five minute head start. The three of us took off in different directions. It was strangely exciting running through the trees in the complete nude knowing that there was some man after you. Even though it was all part of some game I couldn't help but feel aroused. I suppose it is the beast in me.
"I heard the whip snap loudly behind me. The men let out screams. They were now after us. I thought about climbing a tree and hiding in it but I didn't think that would be fair. Besides, I wanted to get caught by a pirate.
"I heard one of the other two women scream and laugh and this was followed by several slapping sounds. One of them had been caught by a man already. I ran so fast that I reached the other end of the small island. When I turned around I could see a naked flash dart through the trees and bushes. With my back to the sea I was in a hopeless position so I ran inland once more.
"The naked flash behind me let out a shout. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Phil. He was carrying a whip. I was being chased by the most notorious pirate with the most dangerous weapon. I shivered with delight.
"'Halt, slave, halt!' Phil cried and then snapped the whip.
"I was getting out of breath and the sharp rocks under my bare feet weren't helping matters any. I knew that Phil had these same discomforts to face but, then, he was much stronger than I. It was only going to be a matter of time before he caught me. Some real horror mixed with the play-acting. Suppose Phil got to me in such a state of sadistic passion that he would whip me in earnest? I didn't know how Walter acted in such a situation but I knew that the chunky, middle-aged man did like to push the pain bit too fast and hard at times. I quickened my pace.
"'Slave! Slave! Stop!' Phil screamed.
"Bushes clawed against my legs and I felt myself being cut slightly. The soles of my feet ached but I kept on running. In front of me I heard a woman scream. My husband had caught up with Norma. He had a riding crop in his hand and he was striking her bare butts with it. I didn't have time to wait to see what was going to happen so I kept on running past the naked, fighting couple. It was my hope that Phil would slow down at least to watch the action and this would give me more time. It must've worked because I didn't hear anyone run after me.
"I came upon a familiar spot and then realized it was where I had started from. The food and liquor was still there and so was Kate and Walter. The man had taken her back to camp to submit her to all kinds of erotic goodies. They paid no attention to me as Walter tied the nude woman to a tree with leather straps. This would be another scene that would give my pirate pause. I felt a sense of pride in being the last one caught and I was determined to be as free as long as possible.
"The island was so small that I recrossed it the second time. I thought of swimming out to the boat but that wasn't cricket. Why take all the fun out of the game? There was nothing left for me to do but keep on running. When I reached a large boulder I leaned against it to catch my breath. I. heard voices, laughter, cries and slapping sounds off in the woods. The sadomasochistic party was under way but my pirate still hadn't caught me. Well, the chase is half the game, I thought.
"When I heard the bushes move I decided to hide behind the boulder and let Phil pass. The husky, naked man rushed past the spot I was standing and then paused. He listened for sounds. When he realized I wasn't running he turned around and our eyes met. His face was sweaty and red from effort. I was in pretty much the same condition. I really felt the part now.
"'Slave!' Phil gasped and raised his arm.
"I turned and pressed myself against the large stone so that my back rather than my front would take the first blow. The whip lashed across my ass and I grunted. The man wasn't making an attempt to go easy on me. He lashed me again and again and suddenly grabbed me by the shoulders. He spun me around. Although it was only a game Phil's eyes were alive with savage lust. 'Now I've got you, slave!' he said and rammed his stiff prick into my cleft.
"It surprised me that we would have an erection so soon after that exhausting run through the woods. But Phil's sexual juices were turned on by violence. The whipping had forced blood into his middle-aged cock and now he was forcing his meat into my young pussy.
"We were in a standing position with my back against the hard stone. Phil still held the whip in his hand as he rammed his tool into my soft flesh. Just the feel of that long, black leather object seemed to be an aphrodisiac to him.
"Our sweaty, dirty, naked bodies meshed as he fucked me. After a few wild pumps Phil shot his load. His fluid leapt hotly into my slit. Phil leaned against me. 'That was some chase,' he said. 'For a minute I thought you didn't want to be caught."
"'What slave does?' I asked reminding him that the game wasn't over after the first orgasm.
"He smiled and pulled out of me. 'Let's go back to camp, my pretty. I have plans for you,' he said returning to his role as pirate.
"Kate was still lashed tightly against the tree when I got there and my husband had Norma on her knees in front of him. He was 'forcing' her to suck his cock. All six of us were sweated up and grimy but Phil and I were in the worse shape since we had run so much more.
"'Another bitch!' Walter said gleefully when Phil pushed me into camp. 'Let me have her."
"Phil snapped the whip at him. 'She is mine, you miserable dog!' he cried. 'You've got your own slut."
"My pirate and master ordered me to my knees and I obeyed. 'Suck me!' he commanded and pulled my face against his genitals.
"I had the feeling that he was over-acting and was taking the part too seriously but, as his slave, I had no other choice but to open my mouth and take in his limp dick. As I mouthed him I heard Walter slap at Kate with a paddle. By the sound I knew he wasn't hitting her hard but she kept yelling as if she were really being hurt.
"Phil's penis didn't erect but I kept fellating him anyhow. He ordered me to mouth his testicles and I bent lower to take in this large, hairy lump of flesh. I had the strongest urge to bring my teeth together and castrate him. As a matter-of-fact I had to disobey my master and take my mouth way before I really did so.
"Phil didn't seem to mind and told me to flatten out on the ground and stay there until he told me to take another position. I thought he was going to sodomize me with his cock or some other object but he sat on my ass and watched the other couples. It wasn't a painful situation but a humiliating one. With all of Phil's play-acting I couldn't help but detect a core of genuine sadism.
"I suppose there was a core of genuine masochism in me because I rather liked being sat down upon. I looked over at Kate and saw Walter thrust the riding crop between her legs. The object was narrow but it was a great deal longer than the biggest human penis so I wonder how much the man expected to shove into her.
"Walter slipped about eight inches of the crop into Kate's vagina and then pulled it out. I could tell by the expression on her face that she didn't mind being fucked by a dildo. Kate had a great capacity for taking pain as well as giving it.
"My husband was now sitting on a log. He had Norma bend over his knees and he started to spank her with his bare hand. Lorne preferred skin-to-skin contact when it came to giving out punishment. He wasn't all that sold on sadomasochism to let a piece of leather stand between him and a naked body.
"Norma squirmed under his blows. Her breasts hung down and I could see how erected her nipples had become. She was enjoying the spanking as much as my husband was. When it was over Lorne felt the need of some energy and picked up a sandwich from one of the food baskets we had brought along.
"This seemed to be the cue that announced the end of this particular game and Phil got off my ass so I could go get something to eat besides his prick. Walter untied Kate and the six of us gathered about in the circle looking for all the world like a tribe of naked savages. This proved to me that the veneer of civilization was very thin indeed. If all of us stayed on the island for a year we would probably revert to the Stone Age.
"'I don't care if there are any Peeping Toms around,' Norma said after she had eaten. 'I'm going to take a swim. '
"We all thought that was a good idea and walked to the water. We didn't see any boats so this meant we were still alone. The six of us slipped into the water and splashed around. I had a complete feeling of freedom as the water washed over my naked body. There was something about skinny-dipping that seemed to release the human spirit. Maybe it was unnatural to wear clothes at all.
"I decided to rest in the cabin of the boat so I climbed aboard. When I stretched out on one of the bunks I heard someone else step onto the deck. The cabin door opened and in walked Walter. I knew he wanted something more than a rest. 'At last we are alone,' he said in an old-fashioned, movie-idol voice.
"'Since when did any of us have to be alone?' I wanted to know.
"Walter continued using his melodramatic tone. 'Is your husband here, dear lady?' he asked looking around.
"It then dawned on me that he was playing still another game. In this one he pretended to be my lover who had waited until my husband left to see me. 'He won't be back for days,' I assured him trying to get into the swing of things.
"'Ah, is he at the front?'
"'Yes, poor Boris may be killed but then you wouldn't mind that, would you, general?'
"'Not at all,' he said with a hammy laugh. 'It was I who had sent him to the frontlines. When he is away you are mine, all mine!'
"With that Walter all but leapt on top of me. His penis was not fully erected but he kept pushing back and forth on my body until he achieved a full arousal. Then he slipped his meat into me and rutted away.
"Walter screwed me as small waves played with the boat. It lifted and fell in an almost sexual motion as Walter rammed into my body. Off on the island the other four were probably playing some new games of their own. At the moment I was enjoying the game of wife and lover.
"Even in the middle of an orgasm Walter still retained his role. 'Greta! Greta!' he gasped as he shot, 'all this juice is the wine of my passion!'
"I assumed that, as a suburban sex-game player, I had to show the same professional skill. 'General, your cock is mightier than your sword!' I exclaimed.
"Walter poured all he had into me and then got to his feet. He stood beside the bunk bed I was in and started to massage my body. Once again he assumed another role. 'Will the madam desire any further service from her favorite masseur?' he asked in a gigolo-type voice.
"'Have you ever been in France, Gregory?' I asked like a jaded rich woman.
"'What has the madam in mind?' he asked rubbing my crotch.
"'I want you to give me a blow job, Gregory."
"'Yes, madam, ' Walter said and licked my pubic area.
"He spread my vagina apart and lapped his tongue into my body. He found my clitoris and sucked it. My entire being was alive with lust. I spread my legs as far as the narrow bunk would allow to let Walter have all the room he needed to perform the oral sex act. He slipped his hands under my knees and brought my legs up and then he ran his tongue all over my crotch section. Walter sucked a hickey mark right on my slit and then brought his head up. 'Will the madam wish any further service?' he asked.
"Before he had a chance to answer someone else clambered aboard ... Norma and Phil. Since they were not game-playing this time we dropped our act. The couple squeezed into a bunk and got into the Sixty Nine position.
"I walked out on deck and looked towards the island. It was near sunset and I could see the moon beginning to rise. Walter came out of the cabin and stood next to me. We stood there with our arms around one another in silence. After so much violent passion it was nice to have a pause now and then.
"Then two naked figures appeared at the water's edge. Kate and my husband were filling the yellow life raft with food and liquor we hadn't used. I was sure they had spent their time on the island alone in an exciting fashion.
"They waded into the water and, as they pushed the raft closer, I noticed that it was also filled with our bathing suits. In our passion we had forgotten about possible sightseers.
"I helped Walter pull the raft with its supplies on board. Kate climbed up on deck and ran her hands over her big breasts. Her face was glowing. She seemed at least ten years younger. Sex was the best beauty treatment in the world. 'Well, have you and Walter been up to monkey business?' she wanted to know.
"Norma stood above the man and straddled him with her feet planted hear his hips. There was a tense, silent moment and then a yellow stream of
I was about to ask you and my husband the same question,' I replied.
As a matter-of-fact we have,' Lorne said when he pulled himself aboard. 'We played sex-hungry apes in our private jungle world. I haven't climbed a tree since I was a kid. You know, I dig all these games. It sure as hell got watching T. V. beat."
"I had to agree with my husband but, since we both joined the swap club, we had been doing a minimum of television watching.
"'Let us celebrate the sunset, my followers,' Kate said lifting her arms to the sky and pretending that she was the head priestess in some strange cult. Everyone, it seemed, had the artistic license to create any role they wanted on the spot and then gave others the opportunity to join in. I was now getting into the swim of things. To support Kate in her new role I knelt on the deck of the power boat and also raised my arms to the sky.
"'Oh, departing sun!' Kate went on. 'Look down upon us your naked children and give us peace."
"'Yeah,' Lorne laughed, 'we can always use a good piece."
"This rude injection of humor didn't faze the high priestess one bit and she went on chanting to the sun as it went down slowly. Role-playing or not I still got a kick out of pretending I was a member of an ancient cult. I began to think that there was something to the business of reincarnation where people believe they had lived before. When playing a slave girl I had felt that I had actually lived the role at one time in my life and I had the same feeling now as I chanted along with Kate.
"Once the sun slipped below the horizon we came back to the present and finished off some more food and drink. When the moon rose we all decided to go for a swim. I slipped into the water and followed the rest of the gang around the small island. I floated on my back and watched the way my breasts broke the surface. Lorne, of all people, swam next to me and kissed me on the mouth. I was glad to see that he still desired my love even with all the other sex that was being offered to him.
"We climbed back on board ship. This time we were tired enough to look at the bunks as a place for sleep rather than sex. I snuggled up with Phil while my husband bedded down with Norma. Walter, the ship's skipper, crawled into a bunk with Kate.
"After an entire day of activity no one seemed to be in the mood for love-making. Phil simply slipped a finger in my cunt and played with my clitoris. I rested my head against his chest in the narrow bunk and found myself drifting off to sleep.
"The moonlight streamed through the portholes and gave the cabin a romantic glow. Phil stopped fucking me with his finger and I heard him breath heavily as he went to sleep before I did.
"There wasn't much movement on the bunks and I saw Kate's lush rump shining in the moonlight. Walter had a hand resting on it but he seemed to be fast asleep. When I looked towards the other bunk I saw that Norma and my husband had solved the space problem by sleeping in layers. She was on top of him and Lorne lay there with his legs spread. It was all a beautiful, peaceful sight.
"Before I knew it was morning. There was only one, small bathroom but we managed to freshen ourselves up and the men even shaved. I helped the women make breakfast and it wasn't long before we were ready for another round of fun and games.
"Walter was the only one who didn't seem up to it because he was sunburned from head to toe. I had picked up a nice, even tan even though my ass and tits, the parts of me that weren't used to exposure to sun and air, felt burnt. Kate said that she would stay with the skipper so I knew that she had her lustful eyes on him. This meant Norma, Phil, my husband and I were to think up some new tricks on the island.
"This time we didn't bring the whips and S and M stuff but we did stock up on the booze. We brought this ashore without using the raft. It was still too early to drink so we spent an innocent couple of hours just exploring the place. After noon we passed the bottle around and decided to play an adult game of hide-go-seek. The object of this game was that whoever caught us could make us perform any kind of sexual act.
"Norma was 'it' and we all went into hiding. I took a spot behind a tree. When the tall, tanned girl went hunting for us I could see that she knew where I was but passed me up for the menfolk. She just wasn't in a homosexual mood that day, I assumed.
"The girl found Phil but I was certain that he had gone out of his way to appear in her vision. Lorne and I came out of our hiding places and waited to see what Norma had in mind. Although I thought I had seen everything she shocked me when she told Phil she wanted to piss on him!
"The middle-aged man didn't seem the least put out and willingly stretched himself over the ground. I was sure that this couple had gone through the routine before because it was aimed at the sadomasochistic set. urine poured from Norma's vagina. It struck Phil on the stomach and Norma moved up and down in such a way that she also soaked his sexual parts and his chest. When the girl had emptied her bladder Phil lay there with piss all over him. For a man with a sadistic streak he sure enjoyed these moments of humiliation from women because there was a broad smile on his face.
"Now that Phil was 'it' I was sure that he would be after me. I wondered how I would react if he wanted to give me the water treatment. I suppose I would go along with it since I hadn't drawn the line at anything yet.
"As usual I gave the middle-aged man a run for his money. It took him at least five minutes before he found me. Lorne and Norma came out of the bushes to see what the next erotic tidbit was going to be. Needless to say I was the most interested of all.
"Phil's prick was limp so I assumed that he was conserving his energies for more elaborate games later on. I became more convinced of this when he placed his hands on his knees, shoved his rear end out and told me to perform anilingus upon him.
"I got to my knees and licked both butt halves. I knew that he wanted an even more intimate oral-anal contact so I lapped my tongue across his anus and completed the act he desired. It wasn't as bad as I thought. Once the human body was nice and clean the mouth could be applied anywhere.
"Now that I was the one who was 'it' this meant I could get back at Phil. Yet, just for the hell of it, I decided to catch my own husband. When I did he seemed surprised. But there was a reason behind my choice ... I wanted to drain him first.
"'I want you to fuck me, Lorne,' I said.
"'But we're married!' he exclaimed. 'We can screw anytime! '
"'Yes, and that time is now,' I said.
"I had taken my husband so much by surprise that he wasn't prepared for an act of fornication. I took his penis in my hand and masturbated it into hardness. When his seven inches of glorious manhood was aroused I impaled myself upon it. Lorne held me close in a standing position and the other two watched as they witnessed the most unusual act of all in a sex club ... a man and his wife screwing.
Lorne shot his load and I clamped my thighs together to squeeze out the last drop. When I pulled off of him I darted into the trees because now he was 'it'.
"This game went on for another hour or so until we were fairly well tired. The four of us swam back to the boat to find Kate and Walter locked in an act of fornication. It looked like everyone was going to make as much as they could out of the brief boating holiday.
"There was lunch. More drinks. A swim. The six of us went back to the island and pretended we were a tribe of apes. Once again I got the feeling I had lived this life before. By the time this game was over all the men couldn't get it up and the women weren't exactly anxious for more sport, either. We were tired but we certainly weren't bored.
"Walter headed the boat back to civilization and there was almost a cultural shock seeing so many clothed people. Nudity and sex on a mass scale seemed a normal way of life.
"When I crawled into bed that night with my husband I took hold of his well-worked cock and he fondled one of my breasts lazily. Our naked bodies were covered with scratches from the bushes, bites from bugs, lashes from beatings, and hickies from sucking mouths. It had been the sexiest session of my swapping career.
"I should have all kinds of guilt feelings about that watery sex orgy, doctor, but the truth is I had a ball. Does this mean I've become depraved? There was a time I used to talk about killing myself over my swap sessions and now I am capable of doing the most sexual things without the slightest feeling of guilt. Is there something wrong with me?"
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There is nothing wrong with Betty. What she is experiencing is a dramatic change in her attitude from our first meeting. At that time she was loaded down with all kinds of guilt feelings which caused her to see me in the first place. Now, after several swap sessions, these guilt feelings have all but vanished and she can indulge in the most erotic affairs openly. This is why she had engaged in so many sexual games on her last outing without qualms.
When a group of people have sexual intercourse with one another over a period of time they begin to seek out ways to make their meetings more exciting and that is when "games" are invented. They are not as casual as they seem for they reveal the personalities of the players. The pirate-slave game Betty and her friends played out on the small island indicated the male need to dominate and the female need to be submissive. This was the kind of sport persons with sadomasochistic leanings favor and it was little wonder that it had been brought up with the company of whip fanciers. Phil, the middle-aged man who fears that his potency is on the wane, was sexually recharged when he had pretty young women like Betty and Norma under his command.
Betty also revealed certain aspects of her personality by the way she reacted to her "enslavement" by Phil. When he ordered her mouth his testicles she felt a strong need to castrate the man with her teeth. This feeling was so powerful that she had to break contact or actually go through with her desire. Submissiveness can be carried just so far and Betty's independent streak asserted itself in her need to emasculate Phil. While she is willing enough to let a man be her boss she cannot bring herself to be his slave and plaything. By castrating her master she would no longer be his sexual slave. If the pirate-slave game had been for real the young woman probably would've brought her teeth together and emasculated the man who had forced her to her knees.
In the hide-go-seek game Betty willingly performed anilingus on Phil but, afterwards, she began to feel the need to be the loving wife again and not just a game player. This is one of the reasons she "caught" her own husband and had him engaged in intercourse with her. This act reaffirmed her status as a woman with a man of her own. Betty also retained enough wifely possessiveness to want to drain her husband of semen the first thing that day before the other women got at him. Although she is now an active swapper Betty still remains the loving wife.
CHAPTER NINE
"I have news for you, doctor. I don't feel I need you anymore. You told me that it was my guilt feelings that forced me to come to you but now I can say that I don't have any left at all. As far as I can see this will be our last meeting.
"I suppose it was the new couple that made me realize that no one needs to feel guilty about sex between consenting adults. Gale and Burt moved into the house that Victoria and Louis had vacated and thus became the latest targets of interest for us swappers. Notice how I use the word 'us', doctor. I now considered myself a member of the swap club emotionally as well as technically. When a person joins an organization he doesn't really belong unless, in his heart, he feels he belongs. I feel this way about the swappers of suburbia.
"When the new young couple moved in a bunch of us got together at my house to discuss who was going to start making overtures to them. I was surprised when everyone thought that Lorne and I should try to get them into the club.
Why not?' Sharon asked. 'You two have done just about everything in the swappers except break in new members. You have the youth, looks and sexy skills for the job so I can't see how this new couple can turn you down."
"Lorne, the adventurer, was all for it. I could see why he would want to meet Gale. She was a cute blonde with a nice figure and only about twenty-five. Burt was a few years older and built like a football star so he wasn't too hard to love, either. It didn't take long to convince me that the new couple should be invited to my home for a cocktail party.
"I met Gale at one of the local stores and started talking to her. Her husband, it seemed, was an electronics engineer. I knew that he would have to have some kind of good job to be able to afford such a nice home at his age. The couple had only been married for a year and, like Lorne and I, were waiting for the right time to start having babies. 'We want to settle down first,' was the way the cute blonde put it.
"The girl had so much in common with me that I was sure that she would be willing to swap. When I suggested that we all get together at my place a few nights later she took my phone number and said that she would call.
"I knew that she wanted to talk things over with her husband first and I thought about my first invitation to cocktails. Maybe they were wondering if this was to be the beginning of a swap, too. If Burt was anything like my husband he would accept the invitation right away.
"When the phone rang and Burt introduced himself I knew that he was all for making new friends in suburbia. He sounded sharp and hip and I was certain that any sexual overture from me wouldn't revolt him. This, after all, was the age of the New Morality. He accepted the invitation and Lorne honed up his love machine for the new girl.
"The one advantage of being on the inside of a swap club was that you got to see a couple first. When I first joined I had to go into affairs blind but now I could see what Burt and Gale looked like. I drove past their house one day to see the young husband outside cleaning his car. He was wearing jeans and a form-fitting T shirt. His arms were muscular and hairy and his waist was trim. He had a ruggedly handsome face and, in short, looked so good I wondered if he would go for the swap. It was easier to seduce an older, uglier couple into the sex club. Burt and Gale had only been married for a short time so they were still almost on their honeymoon. But, I had remember, I had only been married for a short time myself and yet I'd already gone through some pretty wild sex scenes.
"On the night the new couple were supposed to show up it suddenly occurred to me that this was going to be the first time I ever played hostess at a sex party. The circle was just about complete. I had come a long way from that swap at Sharon's place.
"There was a hint of danger in this particular swap, though, because the couple might react angrily to the first sexual overture. Henry and Sharon had gotten their party rolling by bringing out stag movies. I cursed myself for not borrowing one of Henry's better reels. But, it was too late now because the doorbell sounded.
"Burt and Gale came in. She was wearing a white, mini-length cocktail dress and Burt was in a dark suit, white shirt and tie. They looked strangely formal for a swap session and this put me on guard. Maybe they didn't expect to take off their clothes before the evening was over.
"My husband started making eyes at the cute blonde right away as if she were already fully aware what she had been invited for. I expected Burt to belt him out but he didn't seem to mind. I made drinks and, once more, found some kind of release from tension in alcohol. So far I had managed to avoid a drinking problem in my swapping career but any bad scene could make me take up the bottle.
"Burt and Lorne filled each other in on their business activities and I complimented Gale on her dress. So far it was a typical middle-class party but I knew, sooner or later, sex would have to rear its head. I hoped that my husband would do the dishonors.
"'We knew the former owners of the house you're living in now very well,' Lorne told the young couple. 'They moved out suddenly. I hope that you two will stick around for awhile."
"'Oh, we will,' Gale answered him. 'I like the neighborhood and the neighbors."
"'Yes, you'd be surprised at the number of parties an attractive couple like you can go to in suburbia,' Lorne told her inching towards the subject a little closer. 'You really don't have to go into the city for entertainment. As a matter-of-fact this community can be far more exciting than the city ... if you know the right people. '
"My heart picked up a beat. Lorne was handling the situation quite well. I didn't think he had so much subtlety. But, then, since joining the swappers I really began to know him.
"'Just what do you people do to kill time out here?' Burt asked me.
"'Swap,' I answered.
"The word had tumbled out of my mouth as if it had a life of its own. I don't know what prompted me to say it but I was sure the tension of the situation had forced me to bring matters to a head. The drink I had taken also provided the oil to let the word slide out.
"Burt, Gale and even Lorne looked at me in surprise. 'Did you say ... swap?' Burt asked.
"I began to stammer and my husband had to rescue me. 'Well, you now know our little secret,' he said. 'That's what I was talking about when I told you how exciting the suburbs can be. As a matter-of-fact we first started swapping with the couple next door."
"Gale lowered her head and blushed. Burt turned a bit pale and a tiny smile played around the corners of his mouth. He put down his drink and I thought that he was going to tell us where to shove our swapping club. But, instead, he said, 'I kind of figured that this was what you wanted us for."
"I let loose a sigh of relief. The tough part of the evening was already over. It was easier to have sex than to bring the subject up for the first time.
"Gale lifted her head and looked at her husband. They smiled at one another. 'I've always heard a lot about wife-swapping in suburbia,' she said to me, 'but I thought it was some kind of myth."
"'But it isn't,' Lorne said striking while the iron was hot. 'When we first came out here my wife was afraid to swap but now she loves it, don't you, Betty?'
"My duty now was to convince Gale that swapping was fun. 'Yes,' I hastily agreed. 'I was shy about it the first time but now I've had sex with at least a half a dozen guys."
"I felt Burt's eyes crawl all over my body. 'You really swing pretty good?' he asked.
"Now that he had gotten over the realization of just why the invitation had been made Burt dared expose a sexual interest in me. Like my husband I wanted to push the situation now that the opening had been made. I looked directly into the young man's eyes and said, 'You would be surprised at the many ways I swing. I go sixty-nine different ways, at least."
His face flushed. He knew damned well what I meant. Yet, with all the sex talk there still remained the problem of actually getting a swap going. As the hostess I decided that it was duty to make the next, bold step. To brace myself for the task I refilled all the glasses and bolted down a drink. 'If you people never been to a swap session it usually starts with a girl taking off her clothes, ' I announced a little too shrilly to hide my nervousness.
"I pulled off my shoes and zipped my dress open. The young couple sat there with their eyes glued on me. So far I had said nothing to chase them out and they weren't making a move towards the door when I started to strip.
"Once my dress was off I stood there in my bra, panties and stockings. While Burt leered Gale blushed. I wondered if I could make her. "There's a bit of the exhibitionist in every female,' I said and undid the tops of my stockings.
"After I rolled the stocking down off my legs I unhooked my bra and bared my breasts. Burt moved uneasily in his chair and I was sure that he had developed an erection. He wanted my body and that was a good sign.
"I then took off my panties and stood in front of everyone stark naked. 'See,' I said, 'there is really nothing to nudity. People are doing it on the stage and in the movies today. '
"Well, I had gone as far as I dared and now it was up to someone else to make a move. The young couple could still reject the offer of a swap at this late stage of the party. Burt, to his credit, recognized the fact that the ball was now in his court and he made a swipe at it. 'Hell,' he told me, 'if you're game, Betty, so am I."
"He removed his jacket and my husband put in his bid by taking off his shoes. Only Gale sat there still blushing. I could understand her because I had been in her position before. I also knew that, in time, she would join the naked pack if only to be sociable.
"Burt took off all his clothes and bared an athletic body. His chest was broad and his prick stood up big and healthy. When my husband took off his clothes Gale avoided looking at him for a moment but then she cast her blue eyes on his manly figure. As one woman to another I could see that, despite her shyness, she was filled with boiling passions.
"'Come on, honey,' Burt urged his wife. 'Jump in, the water's fine."
"The pretty blonde shrugged and smiled. 'Well, I don't like being left out of anything,' she told us.
"Gale slipped her cocktail dress over her head and my husband leered at her as she stripped. When she took off her bra she showed a beautiful set of tits. It was obvious that she had sunbathed in a swim suit because her breasts were pale while the rest of her skin was tanned. This made her seem all the more sexy. When she took off her panties she bared a pale ass and blonde cunt which contrasted against the tan parts of her beautiful body.
"'We know a couple with a boat,' I told her. 'We go out to our own little island and sunbathe in the nude."
"'Sounds like fun,' she said and covered her pale globes with her hands knowing that I had noticed them.
"Lorne stepped behind her and grabbed at her pussy while pushing the pole of his sex between her butt halves. This, at last, was the first real erotic move. My husband's overture encouraged Burt to step closer to me. The shiny head of his cock played over my pubic patch. He shivered with excitement. For all I knew I was probably the second woman in his life.
"I reached down and took his rigid prick in my hand. 'I'll bet you've had a lot of fun with this joy stick,' I told him.
"'Not as much as I want,' he confessed.
"'Well, that can easily be fixed, ' I told him, and still holding on to his penis, I led him over to a sofa.
"I stretched out on it with my legs spread wide and my pussy on display. The well-built man pressed himself down on top of me and rammed his mighty tool into my slitted opening. Another conquest.
"Lorne rubbed Gale's blonde pussy and fingered her into greater excitement. Since there was only one sofa in the room this meant he either had to fuck her off the wall or on the floor. He decided on the standing position which gave me a full view of the scene.
"Burt lifted his hips and plowed down into me again. His dick was very hard. I was glad to know that I was the first swapper to get his fresh meat. Men became too stale, too fast. There was nothing like youthful desire to turn a woman on.
"He thrust his spear of flesh into my cunt again and again. Burt held back his climax to get as many strokes as he could. My nipples probed up against his hairy chest as he screwed me and my cleft felt as if it were on fire. I curled one of my legs around one of his and stretched my other leg up along the back of the sofa. Burt lifted and fell, lifted and fell and I dug my fingers into his broad back.
"Gale was standing against a wall with her legs spread while my husband rammed his thick, long prick into her. I could see the actual contact since they were standing with the sides of their bodies towards me. The blonde girl wasn't just being passive for she clamped my husband's ass with her hands as he fucked her and she was licking one of his ears. As I had suspected the young wife was filled with age-old desires.
"Burt pushed all the way into me and let his come fly. I wrapped my other leg around him when he came and pushed up against his body. His juice flooded my whole being with lust and I kissed him wetly.
"The young man responded with a French kiss and we sucked one another's spit as he poured out his semen. The moisture of passion was cementing us together.
"'Oh! Oh!' Gale cried out suddenly.
"When I looked at the couple I could see that Lorne had stopped pumping. He, like Burt, was shooting his load. Burt and Gale were now introduced to swapping officially. The first orgasm was their entrance fee.
"Burt's breath was labored as he lay on top of me with his prick still deep in my body. Being an experienced woman of the world I could tell that he was a fine stud who needed more than one female to gratify his desires. As pretty as his young wife was he still needed a variety of experiences and the swap club certainly could provide that.
"The blonde girl grabbed at my husband's nude, muscular body savagely as the peak of her lust was attained. Lorne had improved his love-making abilities since he had joined the swappers. If anyone stayed with the sex group long enough there just had to be a marked change upwards in his erotic skills. I knew that I could satisfy any man and, for that matter, any woman now. I no longer had an inferiority complex about myself as a female.
"'Damn,' Burt sighed, 'how long has this been going on out here? I should've moved from the city long ago."
." 'I know what you mean,' I told him. 'As crowded as cities are they can be awfully cold and impersonal."
"The young man sat up and brought his damp, partially limp cock out of my body. He looked at his blonde wife still locked to my husband. 'Funny,' he said, 'I don't feel the least bit jealous."
"'Jealousy is for squares,' I told him and took hold of his lust-damp penis. 'If two couples want to make it with one another why should they hold back?'
"'I've always felt that way but I've never had the opportunity to do anything about it,' he answered and fingered my cunt.
"As we played with one another's sexual part Lorne and Gale finally broke contact. Their bodies were shiny with the sweat of passion. Gale trembled with lust rather than fear this time. So far she was going through all the moods I had gone through at the beginning of my swapping career. In time she would swing with the best of us.
"My husband went down on his knees before the pretty girl and pressed his mouth against her blonde, pubic triangle. She looked over at us and smiled. 'And I thought suburbia would be dull,' she said.
"I lowered my face down towards Burt's penis and took it orally. As I fellated him he responded in kind and started chewing on my cunt. When I had claimed that there were 'sixty-nine' different ways to have fun in the suburbs before I had noticed that this was the statement that had made him want to stay. If he dug blow jobs he had moved into the right community.
"I lay on top of the young man and bobbed my mouth up and down his erecting penis. Burt lapped his tongue deeply into my cunt and fingered my anus at the same time. I was sure that he was testing to see if I also went Greek as well as French. Now that the first act of sex had been achieved he was only too ready to experience every other possible sex position.
"Once again I heard Gale moan with ecstasy as my husband went down on her. Burt's rod grew larger in my mouth and I knew that he would come again. He was just what the swappers needed ... a handsome young stud who went all the way.
"Burt clamped his hands on me hard and then shot his come. I swallowed his male fluid as it leapt from his body. In a spasm of lust he chewed my pussy a little too hard and I grunted. Yet, as always, I welcomed a bit of pain. It was like salt to a meal.
"'Welcome to the swappers,' I said when I lifted my mouth off his penis.
"The young man gazed at me with misty eyes. 'Are there any more in the club like you?' he wanted to know.
"'Actually all of us are a little different and this makes group sex so exciting,' I answered. 'You'll meet them in due course."
"I climbed off the man's naked body and made some more drinks. The four of us sat around naked with Gale in my husband's lap as we enjoyed the cocktail part of the cock and tail party. For a girl who had been so shy before she was flying now. She sat in my husband's lap with her knees wide apart and her blonde pussy exhibited shamelessly. 'Tell me about all the other men in the club, ' she asked.
"'I haven't even gotten around to all of them myself,' I told her, 'but the ones I've met so far are exciting each in his own way."
"Actually I thought that Kurt, the immature mod-type I had met through Victoria and Louis, was no prize but I didn't want to scare the girl off by claiming that not all the males would please her. And, for all I knew, she might get along very well with him.
"The pretty blonde lifted her drink. 'To us,' she toasted.
"'To us,' the rest of us replied.
"Us. There is such a world of meaning in that little word, doctor. For the first time in my life I feel I am a part of something. A swap club may not be socially acceptable to most people but I don't care. That's why I can't see you again, doctor. I have found my place in the sexual sun and I don't want to be talked out of it."
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I had no intention of trying to talk Betty out of the swappers. Since she had obviously talked herself out of her problems I agreed that she didn't need my help any longer.
Human beings, by nature, are herd creatures who need to be surrounded by others of their kind. Simply being in a crowd of strangers is not enough for a person can even feel more alone when in a midst of people than he would be by himself. To be a part of a herd there must be some kind of warmth and intimacy and these qualities abound in a sex club. In it Betty has found the "us" she had always been searching for. She no longer feels isolated and alone.
When Betty said that swap clubs are not "socially acceptable" by most people she was telling the truth but, in the past few years, wife-swapping clubs have become more and more commonplace. In this tense world filled with wars, riots and racial strife men and women are looking for warm, intimate groups they can belong to and to find love in. For them the world has become too cold and impersonal and they crave the ancient contact of a small and loving tribe. Today these tribes are called swap clubs. As world tensions mount these clubs will multiply. Perhaps, in time, we will all become a part of a loving group and the world will become warm again.
