Robert Thirdwall - Swap Talk

My second point is that Bob himself isn't quite like the Bob in the story. In writing he always shows himself as basically a voyeur who allows sex to happen to him but doesn't bring it on. Naturally, that's a hard image to keep up when every episode he writes about was at least partly of his own making. The reason for this, I think, is that he has some kind of unconscious conception of how a good Middlewestern boy (as opposed to a bad Middlewestern boy who can go to playboy clubs and whorehouses) goes about being a swinger. He wants to be a swinger with a necktie. The deeper his prick is buried in something nice, the higher he wants to keep his head above it all. In short, the Bob of the story is kind of an anemic ass, which isn't fair to Bob in real life, who is as forthright and horny a lover as any girl could ask for.

Finally, I want to explain the sudden disinterest in sex that Bob says came over me the day after the big show in Chicago and lasted for a record two weeks. He simply doesn't understand it at all, and I don't think he ever will.

There's no point going back over our early experimental days in any detail, Bob has included the details. But the spirit of the whole thing is absent the way he tells it. For him it's all mechanics and sensation, but it wasn't like that at all. It was fun, exciting, spinetingling fun, with a lot of very human warmth rolled in. When Bob took that very first picture of me cuddling with Dave, I didn't just callously pull my dress open and clamp his hand over my tit. He was a damn goodlooking guy, and we were all high and horny. When I leaned against him on that couch, I wanted him to feel me up and feel me up good, and he wanted to feel my tits and kiss me like any normal man would. The camera was Bob's prop and excuse, not ours. With or without a picture, Dave would have been pinching my nipples hard in a few minutes, and I would have been feeling for his cock minutes later. Even when I was dating and a virgin, I loved to feel a guy's cock and take it out and rub it. Bob couldn't get this out of my diary, but I have always been a "prick girl" like some men are "leg men." I was shy with him after we got married because he always came on like a prude. I didn't sleep with anyone before him, but Id sucked off more than one guy on dates. That's the real reason I was so surprised at finding that fingering Judy's cunt was fun. I was so big on male genitalia that I had never thought about women. The smoothness and hardness of a prick go so nicely in the mouth, I never imagined that there could be equal enjoyment in the hot, wet, odoriferous jungle of a girl's crack. I learned.

But Bob missed the atmosphere of that first night, and it's too bad. It was all so tender. I remember Dave just beginning to finger my slit, and me sliding my butt down so he could get more of his hand onto it, when Bob finished taking Judy's picture and finally did what she had obviously been wanting him to do from the moment she entered the house. That glorious twat of hers with gleaming red lips showing where she was holding her panties aside. He waited to snap a picture before he put his mouth on it, but after that it was great. Bob's head looked so naturally perfect buried between Judy's white thighs licking her. Just watching him, made Dave's fingers feel more exciting. Then I sucked Dave off, and it went on from there.

Bob doesn't seem to remember that it was the three of us that talked him into holding our big orgy. He wanted to do it. He wanted to fuck some new girls. But he was timid until other people persuaded him. Then he took over the organizing. But the way he describes it just isn't the way it was. You'd think his damn game was everything and that it was just marvelous luck that the people we invited were willing to go through with it. I'm not saying his game wasn't a good idea. It did draw the whole evening out and make it last, But the orgy would have gone on without it. While he sat around waiting for the right moment to start, the rest of us were really underway. Three different guys had had their hands inside my panties before the game started. I started out dancing slow with Frank and let him work his hand to the inside and then down on my breast, which of course was bare under my dress. He mentioned it and said he'd like to do more, and I mentioned the game we were going to have later. Then he just went ahead and put his hand under my dress, and we kept on dancing with him feeling my cunt until the record stopped.

Then I had to go to the kitchen for some more refreshments, and while I was standing on a high stool to get some clean glasses, the Swedish guy, Bent I think his name was, came in. Well, when you're wearing a miniskirt and transparent panties and standing three feet above someone else, you can't do much. So I just looked down and smiled, and he looked up and smiled and put his hand between my legs. After that, the final guy who felt me up was the one who left before the game started. I really liked him, and we went into the bedroom where he was all over me on the bed. I even sucked his prick until we heard someone coming. But unfortunately, even though he said his wife was always willing, she was having her period, so they had to leave.

So the whole game bit was nice, but not necessary. That way we all got to see each other's bodies and all got to feel each other, whereas otherwise we might have just drifted off into separate corners, but the ice was broken before it began. Bob exaggerates the mechanics of the game, too. I think the rest of us remember it as a semicontrolled freeforall. The greatest thing I remember was Frank's prick. It really was a giant. Like Bob, I was shocked that Marie, who's truly petite, could take it up her. I was even shocked that I could. Sitting down on top of it at that party and feeling it squeeze into me inch by inch was surely my greatest sex joy up to that date. I felt impaled. It was like a great spike of hot flesh that just kept going in and never stopped. In fact, it was probably that fuck which opened my eyes to sex as much as anything, because for the first time I could look around me at all these fascinated eyes and see that the harder I forced myself down on Frank's prick the faster and deeper moved the fingers of the people around me on each other's sexes. To me it was the joy of giving joy. I don't think it was exhibitionistic. It didn't heighten my sexual pleasure so much as my emotional enjoyment. Lustful eyes will never take the place of something rubbing your clitoris. But I got a kick out of it all the same. This is what Bob doesn't appreciate. I think he's just too selfish, but I'm sure he'd argue with me about that.

Bob is right in saying the following summer was idyllic. Those beach and boating parties were magnificent. I don't think he says enough about them, because nothing novel happened sexwise. Novelty is his bag, not mine. I remember I'd lie sunning myself on the little beach of the island we sailed to, and there would be Bob out in the water playing around with Marie or Sue Ann. And then, Roger or someone would come up and lie down beside me and spread suntan lotion on my back and then go on rubbing me all over until his hands were under my bra feeling my tits and then under my bikini bottoms, diddling my slit, which by this time would be all creamy. Sooner or later, Bob would come by with whomever he'd been in the water with, and there I'd be with my legs spread wide, holding onto the head in my crotch and getting eaten out magnificently. And usually Bob would fall down right there beside us and fuck the girl he was with. What with the sun and the couple fucking next to me and the orgasm, it was really great.

And while I'm at it, I should correct a factual mistake he made. It was there on the island and not at the Ungers' party that I got fucked in the ass for the first time. He didn't even know about it. It happened in the lake actually. Dave had asked me to let him do it before, but I had refused because I was afraid it would hurt. He decided to try it anyway, though, and without my knowing it he greased his prick before we went for a dip. Then we got out there in the water and as usual started messing around. It's pretty hard to get worked up a whole lot in the water, but Dave took my bra off and sucked hard on my nipples, which are supersensitive. Then he got a hand in my crotch, and before too long I was really feeling it. He stood on the bottom, holding me facing him, working like mad on my tits and cunt, and I was going out of my mind and creaming up like mad in my slit. In getting my pants off he got me turned around and held me to him with one hand across my tits and the other still in my crack. With the water buoying me up, I could just nestle against him, but I was too steamed up to just cuddle. When I felt the soft round tip of his cock start to probe at my ass, I wanted it more than anything. I squirmed around until it was located right, and then I just let myself sink down on it. I don't know which I felt more, the pain of the intrusion or the almost unconscious pleasure of being penetrated; but after he was all the way in and had tried a couple of tentative withdrawals and replacements, the latter feeling totally overcame me. Suddenly being penetrated and stuffed up my ass was the greatest thing in the world. My cunt was making juice at a record rate, despite the water, and Dave kept his fingers going on my nipples and clit. We got going so hard and fast I was almost screaming. It hurt, but the screams would have been for the sheer pleasure each thrust in the ass give me. I could tell that he had come only by his prick growing smaller, but I had come earlier so it didn't matter much.