Robert Thirdwall - Swap Talk

Needless to say, my preoccupation with such thoughts and feelings had its negative side. At work my efficiency decreased whenever a secretary or woman employee entered the room. On the street and in stores I encountered frozen looks as I stared at girls more intently than politeness allowed. But none of these things detracted from the fact that life was more alive and worth living now that I was cuntconscious.

It wasn't too long before the four of us began to talk about expanding our little group with some more couples, but it was quite a while before we decided just what to do. What we settled on was a party which we would try to transform into an orgy. We were complete novices at this sort of thing, of course, but we decided to give it a try anyway. Hopefully, if it didn't work, people would be too drunk to remember it the next day.

Helen and I went back to our list of couples from which we had picked Dave and Judy, and they compiled a similar list. Between us, we produced a fist of five prime couples whom we settled on as the candidates for a surprise orgy, and we added to those five about eight more for camouflage. These we expected would leave early making the five others feel like an accidental residue rather than a deliberately chosen group. We sent out invitations billing it as a party on a hippie theme, something that was sort of titillating and suggestive all by itself in a quiet suburb like P. Anything strange at the party would be attributed to the theme, we figured, in case the whole thing was a bust.

Waiting for the party to start was nerveracking. We had converted our living room into a clean, middleclass version of a pad. There were only a few lights, and most of the furniture had been taken out and replaced by cushions and pillows and a couple of singlebed mattresses. Dave and Judy supplied the music, since our own tastes at that time ran more to Roger Miller and Herb Alpert. Helen had bought a body stocking and a looseknit shift. The nude color of the stocking showing through the dress gave a sexy, but at the same time obviously proper, impression. Judy had bought herself a new dress, too, which conveyed the same impression. It was a zip front minidress with circles cut out at the hips. Dave and I were in turtlenecks.

After an interminable wait, the first people arrived. Then came another interminable wait for the party really to begin. By tenthirty everyone had had at least two drinks, except for a couple of teetotalers; a few couples were even dancing. Surreptitiously, we increased the music volume and decreased the lighting. Within half an hour everything was going very smoothly indeed. Between the darkness, the dancing and the liquor, a state of anonymity had descended on the group.

I spotted one of our targets, a Swedish girl named Greta, momentarily sitting alone, and joined her. We got into a casual conversation, and it was the easiest thing in the world to slip my arm around her. Moments later I dropped my other hand to her knee, and the die was cast. In a matter of seconds I saw her look of puzzlement change to one of understanding and then into one of acceptance. Her body, which had tensed, relaxed against mine. The casual conversation continued, but it was anticlimactic. I couldn't believe how easily I had just tacitly seduced Bent Olson's wife. It was as if she had simply been waiting for an unmistakable proposition. We got up to dance. She was lithe and smooth in her movements. As I watched her admiringly, I stripped her in my imagination and saw her thick blonde bush which before the night was through I hoped to be inside of.

After we danced for a while, her husband showed up. We chatted, and he mentioned that Helen had suggested that they stay for a while after the bulk of the party left. He had a funny look on his face as he told me of the invitation, and I could well imagine under what circumstances Helen had proffered it and with what implication. I seconded it blandly, however, and confirmed it with the two of them. Then I retreated.

It was getting toward midnight, and the party was already thinning out. I headed for the bathroom but stopped at the dining room door. We had moved our couches into the room, and despite the dimness I could see that one of them was occupied. First I could only make out two figures, and then I realized that it was Judy ensconced with a guy named Ben. He was half lying on her, kissing her, and what light there was nicely illuminated the perfect curve of one bare breast. The zipper in front had served its purpose; I could count on another couple for our party later.

Coming back from the john, they were gone. I bid a camouflage couple goodbye and took stock of the party remaining. Only one unwanted couple had yet to leave, and they were donning their coats. Otherwise we were all set, with the exception of one target couple that had left before they had been properly approached. A thin, sataniclooking guy named Frank was dancing with Helen, and, by the way she was bouncing and he was staring, I could tell she had found a moment to shuck her body stocking. Dave was visiting his attentions on Marie, a tiny, slender girl with straight black hair to her waist. She was Frank's wife, and they were the closest thing to real hippies we had invited.

The last of the unwanted guests now left, and on cue Judy let it be known that I had a party game that we were going to play. She said it with a leer so that no one would get disgusted at the thought of a stupid party game and leave immediately. I don't really remember just what I said as I brought my contraption out, but it didn't matter. There was probably no one in the room who expected anything other than some kind of sex game. There was simply an aura of sex and expectancy in the room that hadn't been there only minutes before. As I explained the game to them, Sue Ann Miller was sitting right before me, beside her husband, Roger, staring up at me with frank blue eyes as if she was totally unaware that in her crosslegged position I could see under her skirt directly up to the band of white panty. She didn't bat an eye when I read the rules.

The apparatus was a very large and elaborate dial which sat in the middle of the floor. Each person drew a number. Then, one after another, everyone was to spin the arm of the dial until it landed on the number of someone of the opposite sex, other than their spouse. Some spaces on the dial weren't numbered but had little envelopes at them instead, so several spins were usually needed. Then the lights would be turned out for three minutes during which the girls would remove a piece of clothing from the men. At the sound of the timer the lights would go on for a few seconds for people to find their next partner and then go off again while the men removed a female garment. Then would come a new round. It sounded sort of silly, and it was sort of silly, but we thought it would do for breaking the ice.

The first round of numbers were chosen. Ann Cummings drew me. Dave controlled the light switch and timer. Suddenly it was black, and there was a flurry of movement. A female crawled across me, and I slid my hand up her dress just for the sheer joy of it. My shoes had disappeared earlier, and I shed my socks before Ann got to me so she would have to start on something major. She was a regal, coollooking woman who kept her hair in a bun, and when she found me, she was businesslike. Kneeling before me, she felt around for my shirt and pulled it neatly over my head. Her job in the silly game was done, but before she could move away I reached out unerringly and inserted my hand between her legs. She didn't react; she just knelt there in the dark as I fingered the warm softness of her crotch.

The light coming on suddenly after three minutes caught me with my arm still up her dress, and she instinctively pulled her hem down. She needn't have bothered, for the first glance I noticed that her husband, Ben, was too absorbed in Greta to care what she was doing. I also caught sight of little Marie whose number I had drawn for my first turn. The lights went out again, and I crawled toward where I had seen her.