Robert Thirdwall - Swap Talk

My first inclination after reading this was to call Sue Ann and Roger and find out what they knew about the whole thing, but I waited a couple of days before doing so in order to sound out my own feelings better. I didn't want to get mad at somebody without really meaning it. And after waiting those days, my feelings changed. The anger I had felt at first, I realized, was at being deceived rather than at what Helen and the others were actually planning to do. But I also realized that Helen was right in saying that I would have stopped her if I had known about it. Thus, when I finally did go over to talk to Sue Ann and Roger, I was more interested in getting information than in fixing blame. Part of the conversation we had concerning Sue Ann and Roger's early sex life I have already recounted in a place where it fits better in my narrative.

The rest of what we talked about dealt primarily with how the idea had arisen and progressed and what exactly the five of them had been doing while I was on my business trips. There is no need to go into that in detail here. Suffice it to say that they had talked about the whole thing quite seriously before committing themselves and decided that it was what they really wanted to do. Sue Ann confirmed what Helen had written in her diary about the motivation of women and said that it affected her as well as Helen, Marie, and Judy. The main reason they hadn't joined was that Roger couldn't leave this job very easily and that he wasn't too enthusiastic about doing it, anyway. I didn't wonder at Frank's going along with the girls since I had found out some time earlier that he was quite proud of his big prick and liked to show it off. Dave was more a mystery to me, however, until Roger explained that Dave had hesitated at first and only gone along because Judy wanted to so much. Then, later, he had gotten turned on to the whole thing in practice and become enthusiastic like the others.

They had devised three different acts and made costumes to go with them. Roger and Sue Ann wouldn't tell me in detail what they were because they didn't want to spoil things if I decided to go to the show in Chicago, but they did reveal that one was an eighteenth century piece with fancy dresses and powdered wigs, one a wifeswapping scene, and the other about incest. Naturally, this just whetted my interest, and we finally agreed to go to the show at the Black Cat Club together.

Most of the three weeks that elapsed between talking to Sue Ann and Roger I spent in writing what you have read until now, and it is now a week after the show that I am getting back to the typewriter. Needless to say, I was really keyed up and horny as hell when Roger and Sue Ann honked for me on the night of the show. I went out to their car and got in only to find the back seat already occupied by a very attractive girl with long dark hair dressed in a white lace minidress.

"Bob, this is Mary Callahan. She's a college friend of mine who just got into town, and I asked her to come with us. I hope you don't mind?"

It took a moment to find my tongue. "Oh, no, Sue Ann. It's fine. Great." And I slid in next to Miss Callahan. There wasn't a doubt in my mind but that Sue Ann knew what she was doing in inviting her lovely brunette friend along, but I played it straight and talked about general subjects as we sped into the city. I was not so scrupulous, however, that I failed to give Mary a pretty thorough once over, taking particular note of the spots of flesh showing through the lace which told me that the soft curve of her bosom was unassisted by a brassiere. It was starting out to be a pretty promising evening.

The Black Cat Club was on the near north side. It was a posh drinking and dining club, rather dark with a good jazz trio playing on the bandstand. It didn't look to me like a spot for a sex show, and it turned out not to be. Roger said a few words to the head waiter, and we were all led back to a door marked, Private Dining Rooms. We went through that door, past several others, and then through an unmarked door at the back which opened for us as we approached. Presumably a peephole had told the doorman we were legitimate. After that we descended a flight of steps and found ourselves at still another door which read, Bottomless at the Topless. Once again the door opened for us, and in we went.

The room was lushly decorated in deep reds. Thick draperies hung on all the walls, and the floor was carpeted thickly with crimson. About a dozen round, pedestaltype tables were scattered around a large open area which went all the way to one wall. This I took to be the performance area. We were given the last empty table, which had obviously been reserved for us next to the open area. Immediately a waitress in a tiny black uniform with absolutely magnificent large, bare breasts. Her nipples must have been touched up with rouge because they were so delectablelooking I wanted to get my mouth on them right then. But I held off; we ordered drinks.

Looking around the room some more, I counted eight topless waitresses, each of them a beauty, and four busboys who looked particularly handsome and well hung in tight pants and white silk shirts. The bartender seemed much the same. As for the other patrons, they were clearly of the swinger type. Elegant coiffures and discreet nudity marked the women. I don't think there was a bra in the house. Mary was a little modestlooking, but Sue Ann in a lacy bolero, bare midriff and really low hipster miniskirt fit right in. Even with all that bare tit around, I turned on to the big dark circles of Sue Ann's great nipples peeking through the lace.

When the second round of drinks came, a fallen napkin gave me a good chance to study more closely our waitresses costume. I bent over to retrieve it just as she was serving Mary, beside me, and immediately a fluffy patch of light hair told me why the place was called Bottomless at the Topless. Our waitresses black net hose terminated at a black lace garter belt, and the whole ensemble served to frame the center of attraction, her bare twat. When she turned to serve me my drink, I boldly put my hand under her skirt and slid it along her slit. She gave me a flushed smile and then turned away. After that, it was hard to concentrate on conversation, and it became even more so after Mary squirmed around on her chair enough to pull her skirt up into her lap, uncovering a tantalizing vee of pink nylon panty, which as I watched, her open her legs turned into a twoinch band diving between her legs with large amounts of black hair sticking out under the elastic leg bands. The view was quite private, just for me. And even as we chatted about meaningless things, I could see in her eyes that she knew my thoughts were on her cunt.

Sue Ann looked at us mischievously and said, "By the way, Bob, did I tell you that Mary's older sister, Vicky, was my roommate in college?"

The recollection of Sue Ann licking her future husband's come out of that same roommate, Vicky, came instantly to mind. I looked at Mary with renewed interest.

"Oh, yes," said Mary, "Vicky and I are very close. When we're at home, we even sleep together." She gave me what I took to be a knowing look. "Vicky has taught me a lot."

"She sure has," put in Roger, who had been spending his time staring at the waitresses and girls at other tables.

But before the conversation could go any farther, an Italianlooking man wearing a puff sleeved silk shirt open to the waist took the floor and called for attention.

"Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to Bottomless at the Topless! For those who have never been here before, let me assure you that the management does not forbid the staff from fraternizing with the customers." (Laughter.) "In fact, fraternization is just what we want here. We want everyone to have fun and feel perfectly free to follow their fancyССmale or female (More laughter.) For our show tonight, we have a special treat, something unusual. They call themselves the Comedie Sexuale. But I know you'd rather look at them than me… " (Some female voices demurred.) "So let's get on with the show!" (Applause.)