Renee Stevens - Driven Into Swapping

"Well, you've got quite a bit right here, honey," she said, giving him a vigorous grip with her vagina muscles.

"You can snap that again," he chuckled, as she went on snapping her pussy around his slipping, sliding penis.

Finally, she pulled herself smoothly off him.

"Well," she said, "don't worry about the gardening here. You've put in your time."

"This was more fun than out in the yard," he said. "Just as long as we never get caught."

She looked at him a little angrily.

"Why do you always mention getting caught?" she said. "Can't people have any fun without getting caught?"

"Well, we might call it fun, but your bitching husband might want to blow my brains out."

"Oh, Vince wouldn't feel that way," she explained. "He might get a little angry, but he wouldn't want to do anything drastic like killing you."

That made Johnny shudder as he thought about it. Finally he looked at her and asked her confidentially, "How old are you?"

"Why, Johnny," she chided him, "you never ask a lady her age."

"Well, whatever age you are," he told her, "you're at the right age for fucking, alright."

"Thank you, love," she said, and you're the perfect age. How old are you, honey?"

"Eighteen," he smiled. "And rearing to go."

She looked at him and asked him confidentially, "I'll bet you never had any woman carry on like this before, have you, Johnny?"

"No," he admitted, "I haven't But then I've never screwed with a nympho before."

The word "nympho" bit her with sharp impact. For a moment her brain reeled, and she couldn't think of any thing to say.

"Oh, I hope I didn't say anything," he said quickly, gulping.

"You said a mouthful," she said, "and maybe what you say is true. Maybe I am a nympho."

"Well, don't worry about it," he said, "you've got a gorgeous shape, and you like to screw. That's all I need to know."

"Johnny," she smiled, "I want to ask you something."

"Yes," he replied quickly.

"How much do you enjoy fucking?"

"I'd rather fuck than do anything said, "and that goes for eating and beer."

"More fun than those sports events, you men dig?" she chuckled.

"Football or baseball couldn't compare. There's one thing about screwing that makes it better. It gives you sensations that eating and watching a game could never give you. It makes your whole body turn on. It makes that old heart pound quick, and it makes the balls tingle and the cock stab and the pussy grab."

"You're a lover," she smiled, "that's the way a real lover talks."

"Well, I don't figure I'm no Romeo exactly," he admitted, "but I know where it's at."

"So do I, honey," she smiled. "It's between your legs."

When Johnny had gone and Trudy was left alone at last, she did a lot of thinking. She felt guilty as hell for what she had been up to. She knew she betrayed her husband, and this made her feel guilty. Yet, now and then a wave of satisfaction would sweep over her. She kept thinking about the fact that he had been disloyal with her, and this seemed to justify her conduct in her own mind.

Her girlfriend Jessica called her up and asked her to come over for lunch.

"Why, Jessica," she told her, "I just don't see how I can get over there for lunch. Look what time it is."

"I know, honey," she said, "But we could have a late lunch. I have something I desperately need to discuss With you."

"About what?' she asked her curiously.

"About my future, dear," she said, "and it can't wait."

"Well, if it's that important," she said, "I'll come over."

"Good, darling," she said, "because it is vital that we get in touch."

As she spoke with her, she became more and more aware of the problems she faced.

"I've got to talk to somebody," Jessica explained, "and you are the only person that I think would understand."

"Alright," she told her. "Where do you want to get together?"

"How about that new little restaurant downtown, in the Adams Mall?"

"Certainly, dear," she told her. "I think that would be a nice place."

She looked at herself in the mirror, and she didn't look any worse for wear.

Not a trace of guilt was on her face, and perhaps she thought she looked even better. The compliments that she had received from her young lover Johnny weren't harming her any. She needed some, and she was getting precious few from her husband.

She stepped into a smart dress and put on some shoes.

The, she put on some make-up and hurried out of the house out of the house.

When she got down to the restaurant, she was a few minutes late. Her girl-friend Jessica was waving to her to come over to where she was.

"Hi Jessica honey," she said, "so nice to see you again."

"Hi beautiful," she said, "you look simply ravishing today."

"Good clean living," she said. "You know, loyalty to one's husband and all of that crap."

"You sound as if you have been having a juicy affair," Jessica laughed.

"No," she lied quickly, "but I wouldn't mind having one."

"Don't," Jessica warned her, "you don't know what I've been through."

"Tell me, honey," she said.

"Well," Jessica began, "I think we should have lunch first then discuss it over drinks at my place."

"Why is that?' she asked her.

"Well Trudy," Jessica explained, to say is not for other ears to hear. It's very confidential."

"It sounds dirty," she laughed.

"It is dirty," she said, "and I don't like thinking about it."

The more she thought about it, the more disturbed she became.

"Now you know," she said, "I've got to tell you something about your appearance. You never looked more beautiful and I'm not just saying that, honey. There's something about you that looks like you've come to life."

"Well," she told her, "I don't mind speaking confidentially. There have been some changes in my life. And I'll tell you what."

"I wish you would darling," she said.

"It is this," she continued. "My husband Vince has suggested that we swap. And so I've had a little sexual adventure."

"You mean you've joined a swap club or something?" she asked her.

"Not a swap club honey," she told her, "but I had one swapping session. It was really wonderful."

"That can be a lot of fun," Jessica assured her. "You just have to make sure that you're dealing with clean people, if you know what I mean."

"I know exactly what you mean, honey," she said, "and I can take care of myself."

"Oh I never said you couldn't," she said, "but it's just a word to the wise."

"I'm wise about the VD epidemic and all that" she said, "and I'm not going to get too promiscuous."

"That's good," she told her. "How did you like this new man in your life?' "Well, It was a refreshing experience," she told her. "I became so bored with that limp thing sticking into me, that I didn't know what I' would do."

"You mean Vince is impotent?" she asked.

"I'm afraid he is, honey," she said. "At least with me he is."

"I'm glad you put it that way," she warned her. "Because so many of these men are having outside affairs. And they go home to their wives and they can't do anything anymore."

"The nature of the beast," she assured her.

Food was served and Trudy and Jessica enjoyed the meal immensely. Then, Trudy followed Jessica in her car to her place.

"Well," Trudy complimented her1 "you've got a gorgeous, place. I never knew you were so rich."

"I'm not rich," she assured her.

"This place looks pretty, elegant 'to me," she said.

"It's not exactly elegant, dear," she said. "but it is nice, isn't it?"

"It certainly is," she said. "And on a secretary's money, I don't know how you did it."

"Well, I'm a secretary" she said, "along with a few other things."

"Tell me about the few other things," she asked.