Raymond Thomas - The Young Swappers

“Sorry you don’t see it my way,” Joel said. He was fuming as he walked out of the bed-room.

Joel walked into the bathroom and put his clothes back on, then walked into the living room.

He was so miffed at Sheila that he didn’t even want to sleep with her that evening. He would instead sleep on the couch, something he only resorted to when he was extremely angry.

His frustrations were so acute that he found himself unable to go to sleep.

First he reflected on his wife’s attitude. But then, after those thoughts departed from his mind, he began thinking about Faye once more.

His mind’s eye conjured up her sinuous hips and smooth, jutting breasts. He envisioned himself once more letting his fingers turn themselves loose on her tits while his cock was grinding eagerly inside her mound.

Thoughts of Faye got him so agitated that he knew he had to walk into the bathroom.

Joel locked the door behind him, then sat down on the toilet seat.

While he closed his eyes and envisioned Faye’s beautiful blonde form before him, he reached down with his right hand and tugged earnestly on his cock.

“If I can’t get it one way, I’ll get it another,” Joel told himself.

A few moments later he released the burning juices from his cock. Faye, even in her absence, had done the trick for him.

As he walked back into the living room, lying back down on the couch, he thought about Sheila once more. If she didn’t change her attitude fast, he was going to have to find another outlet for sex.

He wasn’t about to be bowled over by her childish attitude. Not when his sexual demands were that great. After all, he thought, could he help it if he got hard that fast and that often? Or, better yet, could he help it that his wife was that up-tight about the idea of having uninhibited sex?

Again his thoughts turned in the direction of Faye. He wondered just what she was doing at that moment. He contemplated the possibility of Faye rolling in the sheets with her husband, Sand immediately he began to envy Mickey.

Joel recalled how eagerly Faye had put her tongue to work on his cock. He remembered the itchiness he felt in his penis and scrotum as she went to work, driving her tongue with vigorous authority, completely taking charge as she pushed him toward climax. Joel’s thoughts were dominated by Faye.

The following day, when he heard from a member of his pit crew that Mickey had taken a plane to North Carolina, where he would be participating in a race that weekend, Joel find himself asking the obvious question.

“Did Faye go with his?”

“No, she’s staying home this time,” the man said. “She said she’s getting traveling that much. After been getting around lately.”

“That he has.”

Joel made certain that he little early that day. Things enough to where he could cut rare occasions a little tired of all, Mickey has left the track a were going well a few corners on His cock hardened in his trousers just thinking about Faye. The first thing he did was to drive toward a beer bar he frequented a few blocks from the track.

While he sat and sipped his beer, he thought some more about Faye. Even though he badly wanted to call her, he didn’t want to upset his relationship with Sheila any more either. She had been acting downright neurotic, he thought, during the past few days, and he did not want to experience any more domestic problems than what were already manifest.

Soon his instincts won out, and he got up from the stool after taking a long sip of beer, walking toward the telephone at the rear of the building.

He quickly dialed Fay’s number, sucking in his breath. He kept telling himself he was being foolish to feel that intense or nervous, but recognizing the state of his nervousness made him realize just how much Faye did mean to him.

The phone was not answered until the fourth ring.

“Hello,” he heard Faye’s distinctly female voice say.

“Faye? That you?” he began as a matter of formality.

“It certainly is. Who’s that?”

“This is Joel.”

A long pause followed.

“How are you, Joel?”

“Starved for sex.”

“How about Sheila?”

“She’s been impossible since last weekend.”

“You know, I was kind a afraid of that. She was acting a little up-tight about it all. It wasn’t anything all that obvious, but you know how we women are. Our intuition and all.”

“Apparently you picked up on it before I did.”

“That’s too bad.”

“I heard that Mickey left today for North Carolina.”

“That’s right. I was getting tired of all that travel. I decided to sit this one out.”

“I’m glad you did.”

“Why is that?“

“Because now we can get together.”

“Do you really think we should?”

“I’ll let you answer that. Didn’t we have a beautiful rapport?”

“I did love every second of it.”

“Then let’s do it again.”

“For God’s sake, we sure can’t meet over at my place.”

“Or mine. I’ve got an idea. Why don’t you meet me at this little motel, the Outpost. It’s just a few blocks from the track.”

“All right, my dear. I’ll see you there in about a half an hour.”

As he hung up the phone, he felt his cock hardening even more. The only problem would be containing himself for another half hour.

Joel ordered another beer, which he sipped, nervously passing the moments.

Every few seconds he would look up at the clock, wanting the minutes to pass more rapidly so that he could go over and meet Faye.

He finally finished the beer, getting up from the stool and walking out into the parking lot. He got into his car and drove over toward the motel where he was slated to meet Faye.

He parked in the lot, waiting pensively, tapping the fingers of his right hand against his right knee.

A few moments later he observed Faye pulling into the driveway behind the wheel of a light brown Mustang.

She had a scarf completely covering her beautiful blond hair, and, in an even further attempt to disguise her identity, she wore thick dark glasses.

She got out of the car, wearing a sparkling white pants suit. As he observed her beautiful construction, her body fitting snugly into the pants suit, his hard throbbing joy stick subbed more briskly than ever against the outline of his trousers.

Faye immediately observed his huge erection.

“I guess we’d better get started fast,” she smiled, “because otherwise you’re gonna have a hemorrhage.”

“I know I’ll shoot off my juice.”

They walked side-by-side toward the office, signing in, then walking toward their room.

It was a dusty room that had seen its better days long before, but as far as Joel was concerned it was a palace. Anywhere he could be alone with Faye would serve the purpose.

“I’ve got an idea,” Faye smiled, pulling off her scarf, then removing her dark glasses.

“I’m always interested in any idea you’ve got.”

“Let’s take a shower together. That would be very romantic.”

“I’ll say it would.”

Faye watched as Joel immediately began to tug at his clothing. He tore off his shirt, then pulled his T-shirt over his head. He undid his trousers, removing them, after which he took off his shorts.

When she saw just how hard his penis was, she walked over toward him briskly.

Her anxious fingers reached out and grabbed a quick feel of his cock. At first she was content to squeeze just the tip of his erect member, but soon her curiosity extended itself to the point where she was working her fingers up and down the full length of his organ. She then let them go to work on his balls, which she tickled.

“Take your fingers off,” he gasped. “Otherwise I’ll juice right now.”