Frank Markser - Teaching swapping

"What I'm trying to say is, why don't you do me a big favor – and Grace, and yourself – by dropping over some afternoon when I'm not around. Let whatever happens between you happen, and maybe she won't be forced to go looking around for some dumb salesman or garage attendant to satisfy her needs." The look on Fred Furness' face was sincerely pleading for understanding.

Tommy couldn't believe his ears. He was actually being offered a chance to screw his friend's wife, an idea that had crossed his mind over and over again long before he had met and recently married Linda. He had always rejected the impulse for fear of alienating his good friend, but here the older man was offering his woman freely with no strings attached as though she were a piece of property to be passed around at will.

"Uh, I'd like to help you out, Fred, but you can imagine how Linda would feel," he stalled for time. "And what about Grace? She might not like being treated like a piece of furniture that you can do what you want to with." At the same time as Tommy was offering up objections, his mind was already picturing the physical treats this more experienced woman could offer him with her body. It might be the best thing that ever happened to him, with his bride Linda holding so much of herself back. He didn't know how much longer he could hold out without doing a little running around himself or, what would be worse, losing his patience and perhaps turning his wife against him forever.

"There's no reason why Linda would ever have to know," Fred insisted as he worked to persuade Tommy to agree to at least try. "And I'll talk to Grace about it tonight when we get home. From things she said in the past, though, I think she'll like the idea." Furness waved his hand as if putting aside all the possible objections that Tommy could come up with. "After all, she has a hunger that has to be fed, and if I know women, it'll be a while before your wife Linda will be able to satisfy your appetite. Why shouldn't the two of you get together? And knowing as I do the way Grace gets so turned on she abandons herself completely to sex, I'd rather know who it is giving her a tumble in my bed."

At that moment, the two wives returned to the table, and the proposal was left that way – Fred would call Tommy from his office in the gym the next day and tell him what Grace thought of the idea.

Even though he knew it was an idea that only a short time ago would have been unthinkable for him, Tommy now found it so exciting that he could hardly keep his eyes off Grace, imagining the things he would like to do to her in bed.

Naturally, his new young wife Linda noticed everything, but it only made things worse. That night, she refused to let Tommy make love to her, saying she didn't appreciate his getting heated up by looking at another woman all evening and then taking it out on her. That settled it for Tommy Singleton.

If he was going to stick out this marriage until Linda got over some of her sexual hang-ups, he was going to have to release his tensions elsewhere. By the time he was falling into a troubled sleep beside the softly breathing warmth of Linda's body, it was all he could do to keep from masturbating to ease the unsatisfied ache in his loins. Instead, he merely rolled onto his side when he was sure Linda was sound asleep and lightly rested the full length of his rigidly erect penis in the tantalizing narrow crease between her rounded buttocks. Jesus Christ, he muttered to himself angrily when she unconsciously cringed away from the pulsing hotness of his excitedly throbbing shaft. Even in her sleep she reacts against sexual passion.

Her action of repulsion angered him even further and caused his hardness to suddenly subside as if he had been dashed with cold water. He finally dropped off to sleep feeling utterly rejected by her, dreaming of a beautiful mermaid who called to him to come to her and feed her craving, abruptly waking up in the middle of the night from a wet dream. The mermaid had been slowly lowering her soft mouth down over his pulsating, hard cock and his dammed-up semen had spurted endlessly between her sensual lips turned up in a seductive smile around his thick shaft. He got up and showered before returning to sleep, first hiding the sperm-soaked pajamas where Linda wouldn't find them.

It'll serve the frigid little bitch right if I have to fuck another woman to be satisfied, he mumbled to himself through clenched teeth as he lay on the bed as far away from her as he could get.

The next morning was a working school day, and Tommy Singleton awoke earlier than usual, wondering why he was feeling such a sense of anticipation and excitement. He glanced briefly at the still sleeping form of his wife Linda, clad only in a short nightie of sheer nylon that hid nothing of her physical charms from his view. She was lying flat on her back, her creamy white thighs exposed all the way to the softly enticing little triangle of blonde curls up between their firmly rounded smoothness. He could see the inviting pink folds of her pussy pouting chastely up between her slightly spread legs, and he wanted more than anything at that moment to drop his head down there and thrust his tongue deep up into her unprotected innocent cunt, but he knew that she would never permit him to enjoy himself that way – or permit herself to enjoy it, he added grimly. Hungrily he let his eyes pass on up over the filmy fabric clinging to her taut white belly to the delectable little indentation of her navel clearly visible through the sheer garment and farther up to the sweeping rise of her fully ripe breasts. Little upward thrusts were made where the tiny pink buds of her nipples pressed teasingly up against the thin nylon, and he licked his lips at the delicious sight before reluctantly turning away to get dressed.

As he finished shaving and looked at himself in the mirror, he suddenly remembered why he felt so anxious to get out of the house and off to school. He smiled at his image with a boyish grin, his brown eyes sparkling with unconcealed joy as he recalled the conversation with his fellow coach, Fred Furness, the day before. He could hardly wait to get that phone call he had been promised. Being involved for so long with the girl he had just married, it had been easy to forget for the time being that he had always been attractive to women, and now he found himself bursting with a renewed energy. He pulled on the loose velour slip-over sweater that only coaches could get by with in a public school, unable to resist admiring the way it clung to his muscular shoulders and chest. Hell I'm practically irresistible, he grinned into the mirror, and then he left the house quietly, getting into his yellow sports car with a feeling of elation he had not experienced for what seemed like years.

Avoiding the usual bull session taking place in the faculty room at the school, Tommy went directly to his tiny office behind the gymnasium and watched the telephone as if he could make it ring with his eyes. When it finally did jingle in two short bursts after the end of the second period, he was sitting ready to answer it and held it up to his ear before the bell stopped sounding.

"Hello, Fred?" he blurted into the instrument anxiously.

"Hi, is that you, Tommy?" came the soft feminine voice.

It was Grace Furness, Fred's wife! Her sweetly seductive voice seemed to flutter inside his ear, making his body ache with desire.

"Yes. Grace?" he stammered. "I-I was expecting to hear from Fred." He wondered if something had gone wrong.

"Yes, I know. But I thought it would be better if I called you myself. I think we ought to have a little talk," she breathed into the phone.

"I, uh, fine," Tommy managed to say. "When would be a good time?"

"How about this afternoon, right after school?" Grace asked. "Fred tells me you don't have a practice on for today – he does, though."