Gale Roman - Swinging wife

Then he collapsed on her and the two of them sank onto the bed. Sally, who had been watching the whole thing while playing with her clit, thought that she hadn't had this much fun in a long time. Yes, she decided, if Jason wanted to live with her, that would be just fine with Sally!

Later, after Lisa had split, Jason and Sally took a nap down in the den, after watching several game shows and soap opens. Sally had drifted off to sleep not even caring that Bill might find the two of them in this compromising position.

But no such luck. Jason woke at the sought of the back door opening and quickly went into the bathroom. As he came out, he bumped into Bill.

"How's it going?" Bill asked. "Did you check out that construction job today?"

If Jason were a less poised man, he might have blushed or at least turned red. The truth of the matter was that he had forgotten all about it.

"Yeah," he lied. "I have an appointment to see them tomorrow."

Bill laughed. "Good boy!" he said in his patronizing way. "Come in the den and have a drink with me," he invited. "By the way, where's Sally?"

"I haven't seen her this afternoon," Jason said. "I guess she's around someplace," and he followed Bill into the den.

Bill recoiled at the sight of his wife still in her robe and lying on the couch.

"Hey!" he bellowed, going over to her and shaking her rudely by the arm. "What gives?"

Sally awoke with a start. She had been dreaming about Jason, and seeing her angry husband put her in a bad mood.

"Stop shaking me!" she yelled. "I don't feel well!"

Bill ignored her and went over to the bar.

"What will you have?" he asked Jason, his voice sullen.

Jason figured they might be in for some heavy drinking that night. Though Bill was a lot less powerfully built than he was, he didn't want to punch him out. He hoped that a couple of drinks might mellow him out, though he wasn't sure how they would affect Sally.

As Bill mixed the drinks, Sally said nastily: "What about me? Aren't you going to offer me a drink?"

Bill sipped his martini before replying. "I thought you said you weren't feeling well," he snapped.

"I'd feel a lot better if I had a drink, I'm sure!" Sally said. It was obvious that she was itching for a fight.

Bill wondered if it was possible she could have heard about his affair with Fran, but decided no, it wasn't. "I don't know why you have a bug up your ass," he told her, handing her a drink. "You getting your period or something?"

Sally laughed and turned towards Jason. "That statement shows what a great relationship we have, doesn't it?" she asked. "He doesn't even remember my time of the month!"

Bill was so shocked by this, he almost dropped his drink. He couldn't believe his wife would make such an intimate remark before a person who was essentially a stranger, and he eyed both of them with suspicion.

"So, you have an appointment tomorrow?" he asked Jason, turning his attention away from his wife. "How do you plan on getting there?"

"I thought that maybe Sally could either drive me or loan me her car," Jason said. "If not, I guess I could take the bus."

"Sally can take you," Bill said shortly. He sat down on the couch and flipped on the television. "Got to see the news," he said.

Sally and Jason looked at each other. Both of them felt as though Bill were the intruder in the house, not Jason.

"I'll see about dinner," Sally said. "Jason, do you want to help?"

"Sure," Jason said, taking his drink with him.

Out in the kitchen, Sally rattled a lot of pots and pans around to disguise the noise of their conversation. "DO YOU think he knows?" she asked Jason.

"Frankly I don't give a fuck," Jason said. He thought Bill was behaving like a pompous ass, but he also felt a little guilty fucking around with his wife.

Sally really set her mind to getting dinner ready and they fell into silence. Then she handed him her glass. "Why don't you get us a couple of drinks and tell me what Bill's doing?" she said to him.

Jason entered the den and discovered Bill was asleep in his chair. He knew that Bill worked hard, but the kind of fatigue he was exhibiting now Jason recognized as physical exhaustion.

Probably spent his lunch hour fucking his brains out, he thought to himself. He returned to the kitchen with the drinks.

"What's going to happen if you do get that job?" Sally asked as she set the table.

"I'm not worried about getting it," Jason told her easily. "I don't know. Guess I'll get my own place and settle down. Why?"

"I might come and stay with you," Sally told him, watching his reaction carefully.

"Fine with me!" Jason said.

Just then Bill walked into the kitchen.

"What's going on?" he demanded, looking from one to the other. He regretted being drunk that night he had told Jason he could stand there, but he wasn't sure why. All he knew was that he resented the other man's presence. He wished he would leave tonight.

"Nothing," Sally said quickly. "We were just talking."

"When's dinner going to be ready?" Bill wanted to know.

Sally put it on the table. "It is now," she said, and the three sat down to eat. It looked almost as though they were a family, except that the coldness and hostility was so thick in the air, even the alcohol couldn't dispel it. After dinner, Bill announced that he was going for a drive.

"I've got to have some time to myself," he said. "I have to think. Jason, do you want to come with me?"

Sally's eyes flew to Jason's face. But Jason was cool. Sally detected a faint flicker of annoyance passing across his blue eyes, but his voice failed to reveal his irritation.

"Sure," he said. "Why not?"

After the two men left the house, Sally busied herself cleaning up. She wondered what they were talking about and how it might affect her own life. She certainly knew her marriage to Bill was doomed, but she had no guarantee Jason would keep a chick he knew for a fact fucked around.

Fuck them both! she thought defiantly. If they could go out, so could she! Ana she dressed and left the house.

As she drove down Route 59 with no idea of where she was going, she noticed a young man hitchhiking by the road. Though Sally never picked up strangers on the road, she realized that what she needed right now was a stranger. Road or no road. She didn't want to go to a bar and get drunk. But she hated the fact that her future might be decided between Jason and Bill without any consultation with her.

She slowed the car and rolled down the window. The young man was in his early twenties or late teens. It was hard for Sally to tell.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

The boy smiled slowly and Sally could see how white his teeth were and how fresh his skin.

"I'm only going to Nanuet," he told her, naming a town not five miles away.

"Hop in," Sally invited. "I'll give you a ride."

"Gee, thanks," the teen said, getting into the small car. "Gee," he commented looking at the fancy gadgets on the chili, "this sure is a nice car!"

"Yeah," Sally said. "I guess so."

Her heart was starting to beat in that familiar way that always told her she was almost home free with a new conquest.

"Women don't normally pick up riders," he told her, studying her profile and finding it much to his liking. "You know what I mean?"

"I know what you mean," Sally answered in a low voice. "What's your name?"

"Karl Masters," he told her. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hit you over the head and steal your car."

"That would be very foolish," Sally said. She wanted to add that one couldn't rape the willing, but with a boy this young, she didn't know how he would take it.

"You pick up guys a lot?" he asked.

Sally knew she had a live one. "Sometimes," she told him. "It depends on my mood."