Frank Markser - Teaching swapping

The innocent young bride still couldn't quite believe that the man she had married had tried to force her to do that. It was something she had only heard some of the bolder girls at school whispering about, an act so obviously perverse and degrading that she was sure only the most debased and lewd professional prostitutes would submit to performing it on any man.

Thankfully, her thoughts returned to the present as Grace rose from the spring-board in front of her in a graceful toe-touching dive and entered the water without a splash. Linda watched as her body plunged deep into the pool and then arched and broke through the rippled surface at the far end of the pool. Grace began treading water with effortless ease and looked back in Linda's direction, giving her head a shake to throw her wet golden hair back over her shoulders.

"Come on, Linda. It feels sooo good," she laughed.

Without hesitating, Linda took two steps and bounced upward once from the board, doing a jackknife just as perfectly as her companion. She curved through the water and bobbed up to the surface a few inches away from Grace, her skin thrilling from the refreshing coolness of the water. Then together they swam lazily across the length of the pool and pulled themselves dripping up the ladder out of the water. Half a minute later, they were stretched out once more side by side, this time on their stomachs.

Fred Furness had watched with appreciation the two wives plunging one after the other into the pool, feeling a sudden warm tingle down in his loins at the view of Linda's tautly stretched buttocks when she doubled over in the air to touch her toes. Boy, would I like to get into her from behind like that, he groaned to himself. And then he noticed Tommy crossing the patio with the drinks.

It was obvious to Fred as he watched the young coach weaving his way through the scattered chairs and assorted sunbathers that Tommy was staring with greedy relish at the provocatively swaying hips not of his own wife, but of Fred's wife, Grace. The germ of an idea began to form in Fred's head, and by the time the ladies were abandoning themselves to the sun's rays again and Tommy had taken his seat beside him, Fred had concocted a plan. He knew that Grace would go along with it – she had always done so in the past.

"She's quite a woman, isn't she," Furness said in an insinuating tone.

"Who?" Tommy Singleton asked innocently, embarrassed to think that his friend might have seen him ogling his wife Grace.

"I mean both of them," Fred laughed. "No need to get nervous about it, Tommy. I don't blame you for looking. I'd do the same in your place." He made a short pause, and then added, "I wish I could do more than that." His voice seemed sad and wistful.

"What do you mean?" Tommy demanded. This was the first he had heard of any problems of this kind between Fred and Grace.

"I mean just what it sounds like," Fred answered a little defensively. "At first I was a little ashamed to admit it, but our doctor says it happens to a lot of guys. He insists that it's only temporary impotence – probably psychological, and it'll cure itself in time. But it's hell to go through, let me tell you."

Tommy didn't know what to say. He couldn't think of a worse fate for a man – especially if he was married to a woman as lively and alluring as Grace. Without meaning to, he glanced once more at the supine figure of Fred's wife. She was reaching behind her back to undo the snap of her bikini top, unconsciously squirming her hips against the red towel she was lying on as she struggled with the clasp. Finally she managed to get it loose, and the restraining fabric fell away from her full mounds, giving him a brief unexpected glimpse of the white firmness of her right breast before she pressed her torso back down onto the towel. Then she wriggled her firmly rounded buttocks once or twice to get comfortable, and Tommy felt a slight tremble and jerk of his penis inside his tight swimming trunks. God, that woman couldn't help but look sexy, whatever she did!

"Yeah," Fred Furness breathed hoarsely beside him. "It's even worse for poor Grace. She's always been almost insatiable in bed, and now…" he let his voice trail away, a look of anxiety crossing his features.

"And now, what?" Tommy asked softly, wondering what else could be bothering him.

"Hell, I can't expect her to go on forever without a little action from time to time. I just hope she has the good sense to get it from somebody who won't get any ideas of splitting us up or causing some kind of trouble," Furness scowled. "We've had too many good years together. We're really a good match under normal circumstances, and I don't relish the idea of some perfect stranger screwing us up." He chewed his lower lip for a moment in a nervous gesture Tommy had seen him use when he was worried about his football team losing a game. "Oh, well, what happens, happens, and that's all there is to it," he added at length, pretending bitterness, and then he lifted his gin and tonic and drank over half of it without stopping for breath.

"Hey, take it easy on that stuff, Coach," Tommy chided him. He hated to see his long-time friend in such a state. "The season may be over, but you can't afford to break training at your age," the younger men laughed half-heartedly.

"What do you mean, at my age? You clown, I'll race you five lengths of the pool right now," he growled in a realistic tone of belligerence, slipping his feet out of the rubber sandals he was wearing and plunging into the pool after three running strides.

Tommy was surprised, but nevertheless he hit the water only a split second behind him, and they swam to the far end of the pool and kicked off from the wall together. Their wives watched with interest as their two athletic husbands raced back and forth, their faces distorted out of shape each time they heaved themselves up at the end of a lap and gasped for air to fill their lungs. Neither of them could gain an inch on the other, and they finally touched the concrete on the fifth lap at exactly the same instant, making it a tie.

"Bravo, Hercules!" Grace Furness shouted, clapping her hands, forgetting for the moment her breasts were uncovered. Then she squealed in laugher and cupped them in the tiny halter, but not before the winded swimmers had glimpsed the rosy hardened tips of her nipples.

Linda Singleton was both proud of her own husband and amazed that Fred Furness could keep up with him. Then when she saw the unmistakable look of desire pass over her husband Tommy's face as he stared at Grace's full breasts exposed briefly to his view, she was filled with an uncontrollable jealous anger, turning her face away from his smile when he looked at her. The nerve, she thought. It's bad enough that he has a one-track mind with me at home, but to stare brazenly at his friend's wife like that is too much.

Tommy noticed her look of distaste and felt mildly annoyed that it should bother her. It was perfectly natural and human for him to look at women – and he wasn't going to stop just because he was now married.

Later the four of them had dinner together in the club before they would have to return to the condominium apartments they had bought in the same complex of buildings. When the two wives excused themselves to go to the powder room, Fred Furness again brought up the subject of his problem with Grace.

"I've been thinking, Tommy," he began. "You and I have known each other for a long time now. I consider you one of my best friends. I know that I could trust you."

Tommy Singleton wondered what Fred was leading up to, but didn't say anything. It was obviously doing Fred good in his dejected state to talk.

"I think Grace really digs you," Furness went on. "And unless I'm wrong, you kind of like her too. Right?"

Tommy's heart was suddenly beating loudly in his temples. Slowly it was dawning on him what his friend was trying to say, and the thought both confused and excited the frustrated young man.