Robert Thirdwall - Swap Talk

Polly: "Fuck her, Timidy! Drive to the hilt! Fill your dear sister's cunny with your hot spunk!"

Roderect: "Answer him thrust for thrust, fair Titty! Close your silken purse on his fiery charger and squeeze it as you do mine! Fuck!"

Virginia: "Oh, Timidy, fuck her hard! Empty your ballocks into her sugary nest! Only now do I see how delectable your manly spear can be!"

Titty and Timidy together: "I come! I die! I expire! I spend!"

With that, the brother and sister pair separate, and the five naked people cluster together amorously. All kiss and fondle. Then they divide again. Virginia and Titty kneel, facing each other. Timidy enters Virginia from the rear, and Roderect does the same to Titty. Polly lies on her back and slides herself beneath the heads of the twogirls. The fit is perfect. Virginia sucks Polly's cunt while being fucked by Timidy, and Polly and Titty suck each others nipples while Titty is being fucked by Roderect. This scene fades out before climax, replaced by the caption:

They came. They married. They lived happily ever after.

This second film was in every way more successful than the first. Not only was it better plotted, better photographed and somewhat funny, but it was more erotic. Recently we showed it to our new next-door neighbors, whom we have gotten to know fairly well, to say the least. All of the actors were at the party, but what with the costumes, Ellen and Harry didn't recognize at first who was in it. It dawned on Harry only when the film was really getting hot that he was sitting between Virginia and me, at that moment fucking in a closeup on the screen with Roderect, and Polly and Marie, at that moment being eaten out in the film. And when it did dawn on him, he hardly knew what to do he was so hot. He had been casually stroking my pussy before that, not even inside my panties. But now he seemed to go wild. He grabbed at both my dress and Marie's and practically tore our clothes off. Then he was sucking our cunts alternately and grabbing at our tits. And finally, he couldn't satisfy himself with only one of us so he made Marie lie on top of me in a semirecumbent position so that, half kneeling in front of the couch, he could stick his prick first up Marie's crack from behind and then drop a few inches lower and stick it up mine. It was a noble effort, but it didn't work. In the end he had to settle for fucking me first and then Maria and then Judy. Since this meant he was monopolizing three of the four girls, dainty blonde Ellen took on the enviable chore of receiving Bob's, Frank's, and Dave's orgasm's one after the other. And on top of that, insatiable Harry insisted on doing sixtynine with his wife so that she could lick three different cunt juices from his cock, and he could suck three deposits of semen from her oozing twat.

But all of this is really getting away from what I want to say. It was great to make a picture that excited people so, but it was just as great a feeling when I wasn't actually at the showing. Just the thought of people turning on at the sight of my cunt covered with wet hairs matted with juice and semen and being plumbed by a thick hard prick was enough.

We made a third movie, but it wasn't as successful as the second. We decided to try a classic teenage orgy scene with three girls and two boys in one automobile. The trouble was that it was too hard to film in any kind of explicit detail, and this was disappointing because we had tremendous fun doing it. It made me feel like I was in high school again, but this time, instead of being comparatively conservative, I was way ahead of my time. In the cramped space I couldn't actually fuck satisfactorily, but I was absolutely surrounded, by hands reaching under my skirt and inside my sweater, feeling my tits and cunt, sucking my nipples, and so on. And I had ready access to pricks and cunts and breasts to suck and feel. It was really a gas. I only wish I could have done it at fifteen when all those things were still forbidden and untried.

From the movies we went on to live performances. Three skits were feasible for audiences, and we tried one at each of our engagements. Or perhaps we had four engagements. The whole thing has become rather hazy in my memory. I do remember the last show pretty well because I wrote it, and I liked the period costumes we got to wear. I also remember Roger and Sue Ann there with Bob and his date. Afterward, when we were all sitting around at Dave and Judy's house recuperating, not just from the show but from the whole trip, which was much more exhausting than we had anticipated, I recall wondering what kind of time Bob had had after the show, whether he had joined in a big freeforall. On an earlier occasion we had stayed to join the audience in an orgy, but it was too much to take. Not only were we worn out from the performance, but every man in the audience wanted to dip his wick in the actresses' cunts.

It was the next day when I went home and rejoined Bob after our long separation that we began our twoweek moratorium on sex which Bob makes so much of. Now a good part of that moratorium, from my side at least, was a combination of exhaustion; physical, mental, and sexual, and satisfaction with just being back with Bob again. After all, we had never been separated for such a long time before, and for all his faults and hang-ups, I do love him, and I do like to fuck with him. But there was more to the moratorium than that; or perhaps it would be better to say that the moratorium induced by those two considerations gave me a long time to reflect and consider what all we had done since we first set about swinging and what it might all come to.

I'll certainly confess that I had a lot of thinking to do. Bob did, too, but I don't think he knew it. I think he still doesn't know it. For one thing, I had thought several times of divorcing him. Now that's a franker statement than any pseudophilosophical crap you'll get from him. It occurred to me to divorce him because I didn't need him as a sex partner and was pretty much decided against having children, and also because he wasn't even the best lay I knew. He's good, but Frank is bigger and can go deeper and harder, both fore and aft. Dave is more tender. The guy named Al, who fucked me at the Merriams' pool party, had a much more aesthetic cock and sophisticated stroke. In retrospect, Al may have been the most skillful fucker ever to get inside me.

Furthermore, I thought of divorcing Bob because, it's funny to say, he's so hung up about sex. I know I've tried to redeem his character somewhat in what I've written above. I really do think he presents a much worse picture of himself than he merits. But still, he's a lot more hung up about sex than most of the other male swingers I know. I always feel I have to humor him and play up to his insecurity, and I get tired of it.

But besides thinking about divorce, which had actually been in the back of my mind when I determined to go on the trip, for that would let me know what a temporary estrangement felt like, I had something else to think about. First, I had gone about as far as I could go, short of becoming a prostitute or a professional sexfilm star, that is. Beyond this, my amateur standing was a danger. Did I want to stop now before I really did something irrevocable? That was one consideration. Another was that I was going to age, inevitably, and become less attractive as a sex partner. I had seen my share of matronly swingers, and I knew they were borne as a burden by the younger, more attractive members of any group. Did I want to put all my eggs in the sex basket only to find the basket falling apart in my hands? And finally, I was fully aware of the satiety effect. I'm really in love, I think, with Bob, Dave, Frank and Roger. Each of them has fucked me and sucked me and buggered me, I don't know how many times. And I'm equally fond of Marie, Judy, and Sue Ann, the exact odor and taste of whose cunts I can summon to mind at a moment's notice. But unquestionably I am tired of all of them. It just isn't possible to continually find new and exciting strangers to make it with. And if you try, you eventually lose your taste for sex in general. Did I want to emphasize only that part of my life that was most liable to become stale and boring?