Robert Thirdwall - Swap Talk

As I thought it over, all three of these last considerations became part of one big question: to stop now or to go on? And to that was added the question: if I go on, do I go on with Bob? It's hardly surprising, I think, that it took me two full weeks to think about these questions. I didn't think about them constantly, of course, but I kept turning them over in my mind. The obvious answer that kept coming up was that stopping now was the only realistic alternative. But always weighed against this was the gutsy feeling, or should I say the cunt feeling, that I like sex more than anything, and I simply don't want to stop.

Well, I know you're panting to know my answer to these questions. I'm afraid it will be unsatisfactory, though. I know Bob thinks it is. He doesn't understand. The fact of the matter is that, at the end of the two weeks, I came finally to the confident realization that the questions I was asking myself were not really inherent in the situation. I was not, in fact, being compelled to do anything. The mental pressure of the whole thing was just that, mental pressure. Why on earth couldn't I live with Bob, whom I loved, make love with whomever I wanted, whenever and as often as I wanted, and as time went on, simply do or abstain as my desire dictated. All I had been feeling was guilt, good old American sex guilt, rationalized and compartmentalized to the extent that I couldn't see it for what it was. And the realization that all my worries were just guilt suddenly made them fall from me. Ever since then, I've felt pure of heart about sex. I'm not saintly, mind you. I still get pissed off when Bob can't understand what I'm talking about. But basically, I have reached the free and open frame of mind I had always thought I had, but had really only approximated.

I think the final certainty of all this hit me about an hour before Harry and Ellen were to come over for coffee. I just glowed with the thrill of the thought. When it was time for them to come, I sent Bob on an errand so I could meet them alone. They were both beautiful people, and I frankly wanted to make it with them, if they were willing. I took off my bra and left my blouse unbuttoned with the shirttails tied at the waist. My shorts were half unzipped at the side, and my panties were off. They came in the door, and I put my arms around Harry and gave him my deepest, most loving kiss which I finished off by feeling his prick with both hands. Then I turned to cute little Ellen, who looked dumfounded, and gave her a similar kiss. I reached under her skirt and put my hand on her pussy inside her panties. It creamed up immediately. I separated from them, stripped in two seconds, and said simply, "I want to make love." And then we were lost in love, and you know, I can't remember which of them was licking my gushing slit when Bob came home…