Viola James - Getting Hubby Promoted

"I don't get it," Harry said. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing… nothing…" Tom managed to gasp through his laughter. "Only everything, that's all…"He made his way to the sofa, and collapsed nakedly down on it, his face beet red.

"Well, I think you two are crazy," Gay giggled, "Completely nuts! Come on, Harry, let's get out of this place before these two loonies give us whatever they've got." And she took her husband's arm and began to steer him toward the door, more and more infected herself with the contagious laughter of the Parker's.

"No… no… it's all…" Jill managed to say, trying not to look at her husband.

"We'll see you at the party tonight, Tom?" Harry mumbled, as he disappeared out the door.

"See you two tonight, then," Gay said as she left. "And come prepared for anything. This is a wild group we've got here." And smiling, she closed the door behind her.

For a while Jill and Tom laughed. on, unable to avoid the completely amusing, and yet painful realization of what had actually happened in the past few days. To come from the depths of a dissolving sterile marriage, from the frustration and torment of a disastrous sexual relationship, to the ultimate membership in some kind of swap club, and all that in the space of only two short days… it was too much to comprehend! Finally, the two of them calmed down somewhat, and Jill came to join her husband on the sofa.

"Well, darling," she said, exhausted. "What do you think?"

"About what?" Tom answered, breathing heavily.

"About this whole thing… everything that's happened."

Tom paused a minute, gazing into his wife's eyes, and then he drew her to him across the sofa, kissed her fervently on the lips, and settled her down in the crook of his arm.

"I think, Jill… I think that no matter how strange this all seems. How unreal and dreamlike… I think that it's wonderful. Maybe only this crazy an occurrence could have brought us back together."

"Ummmmm… I think so too, dear." "But what about tonight? Are you game to go one more round?" Jill paused, and then giggled again. "I'm so tired." Tom laughed, and pulled his beautiful young wife even closer to him. `We don't have to go if you don't want to," he said. "Do you want to go?" "Yes, I think so. That is, if I can get some rest this afternoon." "All right… I want to go too." "You're sure?" "Absolutely."

And Jill threw her arms around her husband, and kissed him passionately on the lips. Yes, she wanted to go! She wanted to give the new Jill Parker free rein to grow and mature… this new being that gave her such an overwhelming sense of freedom, of worth, and of happiness. She knew it would be difficult, because the old Jill would always be present, watching and condemning. But she also knew that that old being must be vanquished, and could be vanquished.

These past two days had been the finest of her life, for not only had she learned the secrets and the wonders of her own flesh, but the marriage which had been so shaky upon their arrival was now firmly cemented on a rock-solid foundation. She had realized what the cause of their problem was… truly realized it, because Tom had known all along and had told her all along. She had been unresponsive, frigid, refusing to understand the basic needs of her husband and how the unfulfillment of these needs could lead to frustration, anger, even a kind of hatred destroying the marriage completely.

But she understood those basic emotions now, because they were her emotions as well. She needed fulfillment as much as Tom did… perhaps, since she was still a neophyte, even more than he… and with her understanding of that came her understanding of many other things as well. She and Tom could now talk together, about the past and the present and the future, about life and love and sex; they were able to communicate, something they hadn't been able to really do all along, on a mental level as well as on a physical one. Tom's love for her was rekindled, grew into a raging fire… and her love for him was stronger, more inspired, than it had ever been.

Jill turned her face up to her husband's, and found Tom already dozing off She shook him gently, and then whispered to him gently.

"Come on, darling, let's go to bed. We've got to get some rest before tonight."

"Uhhhhh?" Tom grunted. "Oh yeah, to bed." He got up, taking Jill by the hand, and began to make his way toward the bedroom. "Are we going to take a little nap?"

Jill smiled, and squeezed her husband's hand tightly.

"That depends on you, darling."

The party began at 8:30. Jill and Tom had wakened at about 7:00, dressed, and made their way through the back garden to the Sommer's cottage. By 8:30, the entire group had assembled, and Jill looked around with some embarrassment at the other executives of Jamieson Advertising, and their wives. It struck her as odd, somehow, that they all looked completely normal that there was nothing to distinguish them as participants in this illicit and exciting society of group sex.

Of course, Jill had seen John Barnett before, at very close quarters. John's wife was named Laura, and she was a stunning beauty; tall, redheaded with huge, high breasts and slightly pouting lips. Jill wondered why John would ever have any need for other women, Laura Barnett was so incredibly attractive.

Besides themselves, the Sommers, and the Barnetts, there were two other couples present. Will Prescott, the first vice-president of Jamieson, was a tall, suave, sophisticated man in his late thirties, with the unmistakable expression of a man of the world. He was dressed expensively, as was his wife, Edie. Edie Prescott was blonde and slender, with tautly rounded breasts and a wide, full lipped mouth. Her hair flowed down onto her shoulders like spun gold, and her laugh had a musical quality that was contagious.

George Wellington was another account executive, but older than Tom. He had flashing green eyes that testified to his sharp wit and quick intellect. He was heavy set, with thick black hair, and he moved about sensuously like a cat about to pounce on his prey. His wife, Beth, was small and symmetrically proportioned, with beautifully rounded hips and pert, eye-catching breasts; her eyes were huge and mischievous, and her lips with a sensuous pink in the tanned hue of her face.

Jill liked both couples on sight, and as the evening progressed, her opinion of them grew by leaps and bounds. They were carefree and full of life, and knew how to have fun. She laughed a lot, as they did and as the others did… and she consumed a great deal of liquor. After awhile, the softly lit room seemed to whirl pleasantly, as if with a motion of its own; she knew she was high, but the euphoric feeling was all too perfect to sober from. She kept right on drinking with the others.

There was a sudden shout from one end of the room, and Jill turned to locate the source of the yell. It had come from Harry Sommers, who was grinning and standing next to his wife Gay, his arm about her shoulders. "Can I have your attention, everybody?" she said. "All of you come over here and gather round. I've got a little surprise brewing for Tom and Jill Parker, the new members of our little group."

"You going to show them how it's done, Harry?" John Barnett shouted, and everyone in the room laughed.

"No, John old buddy," Harry shouted. "You are!"

Everyone turned laughingly to John, who was not in the least daunted.

"That's all right with me, Harry!" he yelled. "You just pick the lucky lady."

"Let's all get undressed first," suggested Beth Wellington, who by this time was quite tipsy. "You can't judge a book by its cover, you know."

Again everyone laughed, but was quiet as Jill spoke up.

"I'm sorry," she said apologetically, "But I don't understand what's going on."