Bert Ormsby - Swapping with laura

She sipped the sherry this time, and took it easy, enjoying the mellow flavor. Her belly felt all warm and quivery as the sweet alcoholic beverage trickled down.

"Sit down, dear," Cleonora told her, taking a chair herself and crossing her shapely legs. The sultry brunette had fixed herself a Scotch-and-soda and downed about a third of it as she settled into the deep cushions of the chair.

"Thank you, Cleonora," Laura said, selecting one of the big armchairs next to the baby grand piano.

"I'm glad you've come," Cleo cooed. "We haven't seen you in days."

"I've been meaning to come," the young blonde wife said distractedly, "but I guess I've had a lot on my mind."

Cleonora's heart jumped as she sensed an opening. She had suspected for some time that things were not altogether perfect in the Saunders' household. Perhaps this was just the chance she and Mark were looking for. She hoped that Mark wouldn't return to interrupt before she could ferret the truth from her reluctant neighbor.

"Is there something wrong, dear? Anything you'd like to tell me?"

Laura looked around guiltily. "In a way I'm glad that Mark isn't here right now. I have been meaning to talk to you, Cleonora…"

Cleonora reached over and squeezed Laura's slender, finely nailed hand. "You can tell me, dear. I'll understand. Don't think of Mark. He won't be down for an age yet."

"Well, if you really think it would be all right… oh, Cleo, I think my marriage is falling apart!" Tears appeared at the corners of the voluptuous young blonde's eyes and she took a white hankie from her purse to dab them away.

Cleonora got up and went over to her, sitting down on the arm of the big chair and putting her arm around Laura's shoulders. "There, there, dear, you mustn't cry. Tell me about it. Control yourself. Maybe talking about it will make things easier."

"You're so understanding, Cleo. I can't tell you how I appreciate this… you and Mark have both been such good friends to me…" And with this, Laura launched into a complete rundown of the tension she sensed between herself and her handsome young physician-husband. She didn't go into detail with respect to their sexual difficulty, but Cleonora got the impression nonetheless. After several minutes of non-stop talking, Laura finally rested, breathless from the fact that she had finally unloaded all of the heavy burden she had been carrying for some time. She looked up a little self-consciously at her mature and worldly friend. If there was any solution, Cleonora would surely know of it. Laura trusted the Franklins implicitly.

But the wealthy brunette swinger only looked very serious for some moments without saying anything, and then she got up to take a cigarette from the gold leaf box on the piano. She lit up carefully, reflectively, and blew out smoke before she said anything.

"It may just be that you're imagining all this 'difficulty', Laura," she said at last, her manner radiating worldly wisdom. "I've always had the impression that perhaps you haven't gained a big enough group of friends since you've moved here. Oh, it's not that we don't enjoy having you to ourselves – but you ought to widen your circle of acquaintances. You ought to get out more. You sit around and mope in that big beautiful house of yours and eventually you get depressed and don't know why. Then, this in turn makes it difficult for you to relax with Ralph, makes you tense up. Don't you think that's a pretty good analysis of your situation?"

Laura considered that. She really felt that there was more to their problem, but on the other hand Cleonora was a woman of greater experience than she. It might be that she was right.

"What do you suggest I do?"

"I think I know some people you'd enjoy meeting. Have you ever heard of the Park Palisades Women's League?"

Laura shook her pretty blonde head. "I don't think so."

"Well, we're mainly dog fanciers, and we've gotten together to hold regular parties. In fact, the next one is here tomorrow evening. Do you think you'd like to come?"

Laura's eyes glittered. She was eager indeed to expand her social horizons, not feeling that she had anywhere near the social knack she would have liked to have. "Oh yes, I'd love to!"

"Good." Cleonora took up Laura's smooth cool hands and looked deeply into her widely innocent blue eyes, thinking how enticing they must be to men like her own husband Mark. She was about to say something more, but suddenly the telephone on one of the Regency end tables rang, and she straightened up to attend to it.

"Yes? Yes, she's here." She looked over at Laura. "It's for you, Laura."

Laura stood up and went to the phone, dabbing the remaining moisture out of her eyes. "Hello?" she asked, putting the receiver to her ear. "Oh, yes, Ralph. But I didn't think you were going to be home for ages. Yes, I'll come right home. Bye."

She put the phone down. "That was Ralph. He got off early at the clinic when Dr. Bailey came in to run some tests."

Cleonora put her hand on Laura's back as she showed her to the door, "My, you scarcely had time to get your coat off. But we'll make up for that tomorrow night. Say around eight-thirty? It's only a hen party, though, so you'll have to leave that handsome husband of yours behind."

"I will, Cleonora. Thanks for inviting me. You've been grand." The two women hugged each other at the door, and then Laura turned and stepped through it, moving gracefully down the gravel path in front of the house to where her car was parked. Cleonora watched after her for some time, thoughtfully, and then she turned and went back into the big house to meet Mark just coming down the stairs, zipping up his trousers.

"Well?" he asked. "Where the hell is she?"

"Gone," she answered. "Ralph came home early."

"That bitch! And I thought we were going to have a great time tonight!"

Cleonora walked up to him and took the bulge in his crotch into her fondly caressing hand. "Relax, lover. I set it up for tomorrow night. You're going to have more than you can handle."

"The Park Palisades Women's League? Come on, you're joking."

Cleonora shook out her long black hair. "She just confirmed what I'd suspected – she and Ralph have been having some difficulty. She's all primed, lover. Fell for my invitation like a baby grabbing for candy. She's ripe for adventure."

Mark shook his head wonderingly. "And I thought we were going to have to bring her along slow." He took Cleonora's hands and spread her arms wide so that the front of her robe fell open, revealing her firmly upthrusting breasts with their rubbery pink nipples fully extended. He cupped both ripely swelling mounds in his hand and ran his thumbs over her nipples until Cleonora sighed with a familiar, well-remembered contentment.

"We're going to have a ball tomorrow night," he said, and then pulled his wife into the living room to rehearse.

Laura arrived home with her heart all a flutter. Ralph had come home early, and he wanted her! If only everything would go all right tonight and they could correct all their past awkwardness! She hoped and prayed that somehow they were going to break through the unmentioned barrier of difficulty that seemed to have enshrouded their married life.

"I'm home, darling," she called as she opened the door, removing her key from the lock and stepping into the dimly lit entrance hall.

"I'm upstairs," came his husky, deep-throated voice.

Laura's heart leaped. He was already in the bedroom! She felt as if her skin was flushing beet red all over. Her chest heaved with excitement and her heart pounded in her ears like a tom-tom.

Perhaps he was already lying in bed, stark naked. She imagined her handsome husband lying on his back with the hard tower of his penis standing up sharply perpendicular to the curly dark tangle of hair between his thighs. Would he be holding it? Teasing the tip with his thumb to wipe off some of the clear liquid issuing from it? Her heart beat rapidly, the blood rushing hotly through her ears with the force of a tidal wave. Her training had included the proscribing of any illicit or perverted love, but sex between a man and his wife was a good and natural thing. She felt no shame and was prepared to let herself go in enjoying it. If only Ralph would wait for her for once, and not climax in five minutes or suggest any lewd and disgusting variations.