Renee Stevens - Driven Into Swapping

"First, let's have a drink,' her girl-friend suggested.

When Trudy and Jessica had, finished a couple rounds of drinks, Jessica was ready to reveal what was on her mind.

"Well," she said, "you know I went to work at that real estate office. Max's place and, Max's wife passed on. That left him alone and I felt sorry for him.

He was such an adorable old man, that I was sure I could be friendly with Max and not have to worry about sex. He's almost sixty, you know."

"Tell me about the old tiger," Trudy laughed.

"Well, that's what he turned out to be," she said, "an old tiger. It was such a shock."

"And I'm sure you weren't one bit disappointed," she chuckled.

"No, frankly I wasn't," she said. "Max was simply wonderful. We took trips together and went everywhere. You know, we went to Bermuda last summer."

"Bermuda in summer?" she asked. "How was it?"

"It's beautiful at all times," she assured her.

"Well, that's nice" she said.

Then she explained her problem.

"But you see, dear," she said, "I had to live with an awful situation. Poor Max was impotent."

"What did you do?" Trudy asked.

"You had better state it, what couldn't we do," she told her.

"Go on, tell me about it," she urged.

"I will, honey," she continued. "I insisted that he wear a dildo. It was better than nothing."

"A dildo?" she asked. "That's amazing."

"It was rather amazing," she told her. "But it was better than nothing, as I say. Well, I put up with that for three years Then, I flipped. Max died and didn't leave me a penny."

"I bet that set you back on your ear," her girlfriend sighed.

"You bet it did, Trudy," she said. "You had better say my ass, because I'm out on my ass, alone and beginning again. And those were three choice years wasted on a dildo."

"Well, after all you did for him," Trudy said, "it just doesn't seem fair."

"It isn't fair at all," she said. "He left it to his big dog Teddy. Teddy is a German shepherd dog he was crazy about."

"Well I'm glad it wasn't a female dog," Trudy laughed. "That would make it seem worse."

"Oh, you little bitch," Jessica laughed. "You can think of the most dreadful things."

"Well people are awful," she reminded her, "and you have to keep telling yourself that they are. Otherwise you might get the false impression that people are basically good."

"Well, I've revised my, optimistic opinion with everything," Jessica. said,

"and nobody gets into my pussy unless I put chains on their balls."

"Well that doesn't always work either, lover," her girlfriend explained. "Take my husband, for example. Vince was faithful at first, I guess. Then he was suddenly having to work late nights at the office. The next thing I knew, I got reports back about him making out with his secretary. Worse than that, he was sending her through night school, and putting her up in a plush apartment. All this, while he couldn't take me out to dinner. Nice guy."

"Yes," she nodded, "there are a lot of miserable people in the world."

Then she decided she would confide something else.

"I finally got even today," Trudy confided frankly. "I, fucked a young gardener who came by."

"Oh that sounds terrible," she said. "Taking up with a common laborer?"

"Well it's better than a sixty year old impotent man who had to use a dildo, isn't it honey?" she said.

"Well you have a point," her girlfriend admitted.

Then, Jessica got an idea.

"Maybe you could introduce me to Johnny," she said. "I could use a little loving."

"I don't know whether be would care to have sex with you," she quickly told her.

"Why, Trudy!" she said, "you're jealous."

"No, I'm not jealous," she insisted. "But I just don't like to put him on a spot."

"I don't understand you at all," she said. "Here you tell me about this marvelous stud you've met and you don't want to share him. That's selfish."

"Well I waited a long time for a good fuck too, baby," she said, "and now I've got one going I'm going to hang on."

"Well, can't say I blame you, dear," she said. "But imagine what would happen if I became correspondent in a divorce suit, and told what I know about you and Johnny."

"You wouldn't do a, thing like that," Trudy asked angrily.

"Well," she said, "you never can tell."

"Alright," she said, "I will suggest sex with you to him. But if he is not interested, there isn't a thing that I can do about it."

"Well I'm sure," Jessica smiled, "if you tell him what a beautiful chick I am, he will be interested."

"Alright," she agreed, "but I'm not too eager to share."

"I can see you aren't," she said, "and that's being selfish about it."

"It's not selfish at all," she said. "Everybody has to protect what is theirs."

"Don't be absurd," she said, "he isn't yours any more than he is mine. He's just a sex toy thing. And baby, it doesn't sound good for a woman of your age making so over a young fellow like that."

"If you want to have sex with my husband," Trudy laughed, "you are, welcome to him."

"I've been on that impotent trip," she laughed, "and I don't care to go on it again. And here I thought Max was going to leave me a lot of money."

"You have suffered a lot, haven't you?" Trudy said sarcastically. "I can see your beautiful apartment that Max helped you have is really a nice way to suffer."

"Bitch!" she snapped.

Finally, Jessica said that she had an early dinner appointment, and she guessed she had better start getting ready.

"Alright, honey," Trudy told her, "that's fine. I hope you have a marvelous time."

"Don't worry, I will." That evening when Trudy was talking to her husband Vince she thought it might be a good idea to mention Jessica to him. Perhaps she could peddle her off on her husband and keep the gardener boy to herself, she figured.

"Remember Jessica, honey?" Trudy asked him.

"Oh sure," he told her. "She was quite a sex-pot."

"Yes," she said, "she was."

"Did you hear from her lately?' "Yes, I did," she said. "The guy who was keeping her, passed on to his reward.

And she is, footloose and fuck free."

"I don't like you talking that way at the table," he said angrily.

"Oh, is that offending you?" she laughed.

"Don't you men use fuck all the time?"

"You're not a man," he said.

"Well of course I'm not, dear," she said. "But I'm free now to use the words that I feel like using. And if I care to say fuck, I'm going to say fuck."

"Fuck you," he said angrily.

"You see, honey," she said, "there are interesting things that happen when I use the word. You don't think it's ladylike. Maybe I don't think it's very gentlemanly to use some of the foul words that you constantly use, Vince.

Especially when you're loaded."

"Well, I haven't been getting loaded lately," he reminded her.

"Well that's true," she admitted. "However it wasn't so very long ago that you were impossible."

"You sure enjoy living in the past, don't you?" he snapped.

"Yes,!" she sighed, "it is kind of fun. Isn't It?"

"I know why you are doing this too," he said, "you're just getting even for the way that you think rye mistreated you all of these years. Well you know, honey, if I catch you going to any more of those women's lib meetings and getting ideas, I'm going to whip your ass good."

"You wouldn't dare,", she said, "because I would whip yours."

"You couldn't manhandle me," he said.

"What do you think I've been taking these karate lessons for?" she said. "Get up."

He got up and with a sudden chop she had him sprawling on the floor. He looked up at her angrily.

"Damned if I didn't marry a karate artist," he said hotly.

"That will teach you how to talk," she laughed. Sitting down, she assumed a smug smile.