Raymond Thomas - The Young Swappers

“You know what I mean. You’ve been seeing Joel, and quite a bit,” Sheila said.

Faye’s eyes dropped downward toward the rug. She sighed then looked over at Sheila.

“I’m sorry, dear. I just couldn’t seem to help myself.” “Do you want to divorce your husband?”

“Oh, no I love Mickey”

“Do you love him more than Joel?“

“That’s an awfully difficult question to answer.”

“I’d like an answer,” Sheila shrieked. “After all, you’re taking my husband away from me. I’m entitled to a few answers.”

“Please try to be calm, honey.”

“How can I be?” Sheila asked as the tears began to roll down her face.

“I see your point,” Faye sighed. “No, it isn’t all that easy to be calm considering all that has happened. Well, all I can say is that Joel more or less swept me oft my feet. I was kinda hoping we could have a continuing swap relationship. That way we could continue to be married to our husbands, and we could get in a little experimentation at the same time. I told Joel this, and several times he mentioned trying to get you involved in swapping again. But be said that you were acting strange, and he didn’t think you’d ever go along with it.”

“I let my guard down once,” Sheila shook her head. “I wouldn’t ever want to do it again.”

“I don’t know if you could call it letting your guard down, dear. You just wanted some extra sensations, a little different experimentation. And you got it.”

“I don’t even want to talk about that anymore.”

“But you must,” Faye said. “I’m not a lot older than you, honey. Probably just about two or three years. But that does give me a little bit of an edge, I think, especially when it comes to sizing up emotions of people. I’m telling you that you needed that extra satisfaction you got from the affair with Mickey. You shouldn’t have been all that ashamed about it. As a matter of fact, if it hadn’t been for you reacting the way you did, I’m quite sure we would have managed to get together again. Oh, Mickey was a little jealous about the fact that I got along with Joel as well as I did, but he could have eventually been brought into line. No, my dear. It was when you refused to get involved again that your husband got desperate. He told me he needed me, and I just couldn’t say no. After that his charms took over. He is quite a man. Oh, the way he can grind his cock into me.”

“I don’t want to hear any more of it,” Sheila shook her head.

“Let’s try and face facts, honey. I’m trying to level with you as best I can.

I’m trying to be honest.”

Sheila paused reflectively for several seconds before replying.

“I know you are,” she said, barely above a whisper. “That’s what makes the whole thing tougher for me to accept. You are being very honest, painfully so.”

“We’ve all been in a predicament like that at one time or another, where the truth has really hurt. But that makes it all the more necessary for you to hear it.”

“Perhaps so,” Sheila said.

At that point Faye rose slowly to her feet. “I think we can both use a drink, dear,” she told Sheila compassionately. “How about me fixing us Bloody Marys?“

Sheila nodded. She scraped some tears away from her eyes, then did her best to smile.

Even though she was feeling depressed at that point, she still knew that she had done the right thing in at least bringing the question of her husband’s romance with Faye out into the open.

A few moments later Faye returned to the living room, holding a glass in each hand.

She extended the glass in her left hand outward toward Sheila, who took it away from her.

“Thank you,” Sheila said softly.

“You’re quite welcome, my dear.”

This time Faye sat down on the sofa, perching her body just a short distance away from Sheila. She maintained steady eye contact with Sheila, looking into her beautiful eyes as she spoke.

“You just can’t let anything like this get you down,” she related. “You’re young and very beautiful. You can’t let anything like this throw you.”

Faye watched Sheila with growing admiration as the young wife took a long sip from her glass.

As Sheila set the glass down on the coffee table in front of her, Faye moved a shade closer to her.

Faye began to hungrily eye her body. She liked the way that Sheila was beautifully put together, and she was able to mentally undress the sexy redhead.

Faye knew that beneath Sheila’s sparkling yellow dress rested a warm and willing body. It hurt Faye that Sheila had been unwilling to express herself as definitively as she would have in her sex relationship with her husband Joel.

At one time Faye had been more strongly attracted to women as a group than she was to men. But all that changed after she met Mickey, and she threw that element of her life completely away, except for an occasional lesbian encounter.

Looking at Sheila resurrected those strong feelings within her that she had felt as a younger woman. She had to see what this beautiful redhead looked like undressed.

The longer that Faye looked at Sheila, the more she envied Joel for being married to such a lovely female. Even though Faye’s instincts were telling her to plunge ahead full speed with respect to her love for Sheila, she knew that it would be much wiser for her to play it cool.

The gorgeous blonde was confident that Sheila had never encountered anything of a lesbian relationship before in her life, and on that basis caution would be the operational watchword for her.

She felt an unmistakable tingle between her legs, however, every time that she looked at Sheila. Her pussy sensations were beginning to multiply by leaps and bounds as she kept eyeing the lovely figure of Sheila. Her eyes would one moment take in Sheila’s long, flowing legs, then would move toward her breasts, which infatuated her every bit as much. Faye dreamed of how wonderful it would be for her to slip her tongue with compelling urgency around Sheila’s nipples.

She could envision them hardening from her touch, as she worked Sheila into a whirlpool of passion.

“Just relax, dearie, you’ve got to learn to take life a little more in stride,”

Faye said.

Sheila took another gulp from her glass, setting it down. Her body trembled as she looked at Faye. There was a sense of the unknown in her expression, as if she wasn’t quite aware what to expect from her lovely hostess.

Faye reached out with her left hand, allowing it to come into scraping contact with Sheila’s left leg.

When she did not meet any initial resistance from touching her leg, she began to grip it more tightly than before.

All the while Faye maintained a sturdy eye contact with Sheila. Several times Sheila, overcome by it all, had to turn her head away.

As Faye continued to touch Sheila’s leg, she let her head move forward ever so slowly. She puckered up her lips, finally letting them come into contact with Sheila’s lips.

Even though Faye desired to kiss Sheila hungrily, she felt that that would be a mistake. As a result she instead delivered a tender kiss. She felt that such a kiss would be more conducive toward developing passions within Sheila and causing her to overthrow the yokes of inhibition. Only through a slow approach, she felt, would she attain her ultimate goal, that of getting Sheila to have sex with her.

Faye removed her lips from Sheila’s, throwing her arms around the younger girl’s body.

“Don’t tremble, honey, just leave everything to Faye,” the beautiful blonde smiled.

Sheila said nothing, but her body did continue to tremble. Her instincts were telling her one thing and her judgment powers another. Sheila couldn’t help but wonder if Faye didn’t like her just too much. It certainly looked that way, since she was conveying the same kinds of expressions that her husband bad on those occasions when he was extremely horny for sex. Once more Faye’s lips moved forward, but this time, when they clashed against Sheila’s lips, it was with much greater force than before. Faye allowed her lips to remain locked against those of Sheila for quite some time, after which she suddenly released them and allowed her fingers to maneuver around the soft skin of Sheila’s face.