Robert Thirdwall - Swap Talk

I don't know exactly why I didn't tell Bob about that incident. I guess I thought it might shock him somehow. I'm sure he was mystified when I wouldn't let him go in from behind that night the way he liked to, but I still hurt. Actually, great as it had been, I didn't try it again until I had to at the Ungers' party. There it didn't hurt nearly so much, perhaps because that black guy had a thinner prick than Dave. It also didn't bother me that night when Bob was watching. In fact, I hardly noticed Bob at that party at all. I was pretty accustomed by then to making it with Dave, Roger, and Frank, but getting felt up openly and blatantly by a lot of new men was distracting. Bob says that the girls didn't try to keep their legs together, but that's an understatement. When every man you're introduced to says hello by putting his hand on your tit or slipping it into your crotch, and when all around you girls are handling pricks and letting men feel them up, keeping your legs together is the last thing you want to do. You want to make a beeline for a couch, sit down, and as gracefully as possible, let the boys see what you've got.

To go on to some of the other things Bob says, though, let me talk about wife swapping with couples out of town. Besides the trip he made without me and the groovy time at the resort, he mainly tells about our first fling. And to hear him tell it, he was shocked at the forwardness of the other couple in the cocktail lounge. What he leaves out, however, is some of the other incidents where he wasn't such a passive shrinking violet. With the Merriams in Dayton, for example, he started the whole thing by composing this letter (If he can take my diary out of my bureau, I can look at the letters in his desk):

Dear Cindy, September 12

Thanks for the invitation to stay with you. I have business in Dayton on the 28th, so we'll come the evening of the 27th. Don't meet us at the airport. After looking at all those closeups of you sucking off Bill and playing with your beautiful, beautiful slit, I'm afraid I'd get a big, embarrassing erection right there in the terminal and have to fuck you in a telephone booth before we could leave.

Looking forward lustfully,

Bob

Well, when we got there, we rented a car and drove out to this great country place of the Merriams. We talked and got to know each other, and had a few drinks. Then Bill suggested a dip in the pool, and we all changed. Their pool was in a large backyard, and even though the lots in the development were large, it didn't take binoculars to see what was happening at the pool next doorССand vice versa. Nothing much was happening there, just three or four people lounging around and swimming, but blushing Bob sure made things happen at our pool.

Cindy was wearing an almostnothing, red polka dot bikini, and it was a wonder every time she went off the board that she didn't pop right out of the bra. Bob kept feeling her up in the water, which didn't bother me. I didn't hesitate to check out the bulge inside Bill's suit underwater either. But then Bob followed her up on the board, where they could be seen in the whole county, and started to feel her up from behind. I was nervous because of the people next door, but Cindy liked it and ground her ass back against him. He got her bra off and put both hands inside her pants. Pretty soon he had her bottom off and was fingering away beneath her golden muff, and by God if he didn't make her lean over so he could slip it up her. Right there on the diving board! He fucked her! And he calls me an exhibitionist.

Of course, I felt that whatever harm was done was done, and I didn't want to be packed off to jail still horny. So I turned to old Bill, who already had his suit off and a huge cockstand, and sucked him and licked him and squeezed his prick in my throat until he came off with a great big load. And the people next door never gave a sign of noticing anything.

There was a joker in the deck I didn't find out about until later that night, however. Cindy and Bill threw a small pool party for us, quite fancy with good drinks and flowers floating in the pool, and who should come but the next-door neighbors on either side. This little subdivision, it seems, was so sexy that nobody tried to hide anything. But still, Bob didn't know that when he poked his cock up Mrs. Merriam's cunt on the diving board. So that proves that he has a lot more balls in fact than in his fiction.

The pool party itself was delightful. There was a certain amount of flirting and coquetry, but not as much as I'd seen at other parties. Of the four girls there beside Cindy and myself, I was still in the dark about the color of pubic hair of two of them after an hour and a half. The other two had managed to be "unladylike" or "indiscreet" in sitting down, however. All that changed at eleven o'clock, apparently the witching hour in that comer of suburbia. Everyone shed their clothes, or helped someone else shed theirsССtwo fellows were most attentive at helping me out of mine, particularly out of my bra and pantiesССand jumped in the pool. We were all like a bunch of kittens playing around in the water. Yet the effect of pool lights on naked bodies was not without its benefits and soon everyone was more or less paired off.

Some headed for the shadows. Others didn't. A girl with jet black hair, both above and below, sat at the side of the pool leaning back on her arms while Bill sucked her cunt. Another couple reversed it with the guy on the edge getting eaten by Cindy in the water. My own partner, named Al, took me to a lounge chair where he laid me down and slid the most elegantly long, curved cock about a mile deep inside me. He was a most accomplished fucker, smooth and easy but with a controlled fire that raged red hot at the end.

Then we danced, cooled off and naked, holding each other close and swaying to the music. Someone else cut in, and the feel of his prick hard against my stomach began to warm me up again. A male body closed in behind me to make us a trio. His prick between my legs touching the lips of my crack and reawakening them. I was vaguely aware of a haughtylooking blonde with a brownhaired cunt engaged with Bob in sixtynine on a couch. Then, a minute later, I realized she was heading my way. Looking slightly down at me with a sardonic, hollowcheeked look, she made a move to cut in. The fellow I was with let her. The bulge of her breasts was warm and soft against my own. Her bush pressed against my own rather protuberant mound. She had a masterful attitude, but she was warm nevertheless, and I blended my body against hers. Then she kissed me. I responded, and opening my mouth, received in it not her tongue but the hot thick semen that she had just sucked from Bob's prick and hadn't swallowed. At another moment I might have been revolted, but just then it was as exciting as a lightning bolt. We moved the semen back and forth between our mouths as we moved our hands now back and forth along each others wet slits. She maneuvered me to a chair, which I sank into. She looked down at me with the same sardonic look, threw a long leg across the chair and slowly lowered her cunt to my face. I buried my nose and mouth in it sucking furiously. I felt my legs pulled apart father and then the delicate stroke of a female tongue tingling my clitoris. She just teased me for a couple of minutes before going at my cunt with all her vigor, reaching back under her to toy with my tits as I was pulling hers hanging above my stomach. We both came in super faceclutching orgasms, after which, the rest of the evening was truly anticlimactic.

That little story was intended to show that Bob doesn't show himself as he really is. He can be aggressive and isn't just a passive voyeur, always seduced never seducing. But I don't want to overdo the correction of viewpoint. There is something of the voyeur in his makeup just as there is some exhibitionist tendency in me, although not as much as he makes out. To a certain extent the two are complementary. I don't know if he has ever watched me screwing in order to make me enjoy it more, which I don't think it would since unknown or slightly known onlookers are more likely to turn me on. I do know that on occasion I have done things in a showy way for him to watch. What he wrote about a husband being excited by the possessing of his wife by another man he told me before our trip to the resort. My initial impetus to take money for fucking and to literally prostitute myself was in hopes of increasing this thrill for him. And, in fact, I think it did. The fuck he gave me after I told him about it in detail was wildly passionate. But he is also right in saying that I got a thrill out of taking the money. I've never done it since and never will, at least not in such a blatant way, but that one experience was terrific. I actually had the money clutched in my hand while be was ramming it up me, and appropriately, I've now forgotten his name.