Frank Markser - Teaching swapping

The young husband heard a car crunch to a stop in the gravel outside the back door of the gym, and got up to open the door. He hoped and prayed that Fred Furness would not now be angry that Tommy had taken advantage of the offer to fuck his wife Grace, especially now that he had had a taste of the delights she had to offer. He didn't want to give that up until he had gotten his fill and explored her talents to the fullest.

He was relieved when he had opened the door to see Fred approaching him, beaming from ear to ear and waving in his same old friendly fashion.

"Hi, Tommy," Fred greeted him warmly.

"Hi, Fred, how's it going?" Tommy replied as he closed the door and double-checked to see if it was locked from the outside. He didn't want any of the kids he taught to come in and surprise them in conversation. The rest of the teaching staff was gone for the day and he was pretty sure they would be alone, but he still felt a little uneasy.

As an extra precaution, Tommy closed the door to his inner office before seating himself behind his desk. Fred Furness turned a chair around and sat with his arms crossed on the back, his legs straddling the chair.

"Grace gave you high marks on your performance yesterday," Fred began. "It might be a crazy thing to say, but thanks for helping me out. She was happier and easier to get along with last night than she had been for months."

"I, uh, the pleasure was all mine," stammered Tommy. He felt very awkward and at the same time proud of the fact that Grace had liked him in bed-and that was only the second time they had been together. Just wait, he thought to himself, until she really gets to know what I can do. "I think it might relieve a lot of tension between Linda and me, too," he went on. "It was really exciting to be with a new and different woman." He paused for a moment and then asked, "Was Grace always like that? I mean, did you have to train her into doing all those things in bed? Or is she just naturally into sex so much?"

"There's nothing natural about it, pal. I gave her a careful two-year course in how to enjoy herself and keep me happy at the same time. It was a lot of work, but it was worth it," Fred told him. "Hell," he snorted, "when we first got married, she thought she was supposed to lie down on the bed on her back and close her eyes while I got my kicks. But she's come a long way since then."

You're not just whistling Dixie, Tommy thought, unavoidably going back with relish to the day before. Grace had shown more ingenuity and interest in all the forms of sex play than Tommy would have believed possible.

"I'm interested in what you said about being with a new and different woman, Tommy. Do you mean that despite the fact that you've only been married for a little over three weeks to Linda, you were more excited by my wife Grace because she was a different person?" he asked, his face composed in an expression of serious interest. Furness saw a chance to force Tommy into what he wanted – a chance to get to his innocent young wife Linda – but he felt he would have to move carefully for the moment.

"Well, yes, something like that. You understand that I love Linda very much, but it's a little frustrating for me at times. She's so much more inhibited in bed than Grace. But even if Linda were as good, I would have to say there's something about, uh, making out with a woman who has different tastes that really gets to me. I guess it's pretty normal. Everybody likes surprises," Tommy answered. It was hard for him to talk this way, and he had almost said the word "fucking" instead of "making out", but he had caught himself in time. Somehow it just didn't seem right to use such words when talking to another man about his wife. Especially since Fred Furness had been his friend and colleague for so long.

"Don't be so damned prudish about it," Furness chided him. "I told you it would be all right if you fucked Grace, and I meant it. You don't have to mince words," he continued. He paused as if in thought for a moment. "You've got my curiosity up now. That's one thing the doctors haven't even thought of suggesting for my problem."

Tommy didn't see what he was driving at. "What do you mean? I thought you had tried everything," he asked, watching Fred's face with a puzzled expression.

"I have tried everything – at least all the medical suggestions. But Christ, I don't know why I didn't think of that before!"

Suddenly Tommy felt the hair prickling on the back of his neck as it began to dawn on him what Fred was thinking – that maybe he should try screwing another woman to overcome his impotence. And there was only one woman he could be thinking of – Linda!

"I-I still don't get it," Tommy stuttered, afraid that he had already guessed the truth.

"Hell, it's such a simple solution," Fred went on, his eyes lighting up at the thought. He snapped his fingers as if he had just made up his mind. "It's got to work. I can't go on living like a celibate monk for the rest of my life. I'm sure it's the answer!"

Furness had such a happy look of hope on his face that Tommy felt sorry for him all over again.

"I hope for your sake you've come up with something," Tommy put in. He meant it. He couldn't think of a worse fate than to be married to such an exciting piece of tail and not to be able to take advantage of it. "But what the devil are you talking about?"

"Listen, Tommy. Maybe all it will take is for me to get my hands on another woman. Don't you see? Variety is the spice of life, and it's been a long time since I tried my luck with another woman. Maybe I'm just bored with everything Grace can do."

It was hard for Tommy to see how that could be possible, but he nodded his head in understanding. Now he was sure what Fred was leading up to, and he didn't know if he would be able to refuse him the opportunity. The younger coach was dead certain it would never work anyway. He just couldn't see his wife Linda letting anybody else touch her, not after the resistance she had already shown him – and he was married to her.

Furness had a faraway look in his eyes as if he were dreaming of successfully getting back his virility. Then he curled his lip in a half-smile and looked back at Tommy.

"And maybe I can help you out. Sort of a return favor for taking care of Grace for me," he chuckled. "That would be poetic justice, wouldn't it?" he leered.

"How do you mean?" Tommy asked, feeling his heart pounding in his throat. How would he be able to say no if Fred insisted?

"I mean, if we work it right, I can try to get a hard-on with your wife Linda. And she might learn a thing or two, if I take the time and patience I did with Grace when we first got together. Hell, the more I think about it, the better it sounds. I've always kind of had the hots for Linda."

Tommy's head was reeling with confused thoughts. After having already fucked Fred's wife twice, he couldn't very well say he didn't like the idea of another man getting into the sack with Linda. Also, he hated to make Fred angry and lose all future chance at the voluptuous Grace. He sat stupefied in his chair.

"Do you think you could go along with it, Tommy?" Furness asked, his voice almost pleading.

"After what you did for me, I can't very well say no," Tommy finally managed to reply. "But I just don't think there's the slightest possibility that Linda would go for it. I told you how she even holds me off most of the time."

Furness waved his hand as though how Linda might feel was not even worth considering. "Let me worry about that. Just tell me it's okay, and that you'll help me if I need it and have a talk with her. Is it a deal? Don't let me down, buddy. I've got a lot at stake."

Tommy hesitated before making an answer. He pictured for a moment his young wife's voluptuous body under the caresses of this man who was practically a stranger to her, but finally he decided it could never get to that point and he relaxed a little.