Renee Stevens - Driven Into Swapping

"Now I am divorcing you," he snapped. "If I've got to go watch a bunch of naked men parading around, we're through."

"Well, dear," she smiled, "you see what you've put me through is what you would never go through."

"Men are different," he complained, "we turn on when we look at nude women."

"Well I turn on to a nude male," she said, "providing he isn't balding and doesn't have a potbelly and hair in all the wrong places."

"Anyone I know?" he asked angrily.

"If the shoe fits," she said coyly.

Now he was so angry he couldn't control his anger. He slapped her face.

"Keep your damned mouth shut," he shrieked in a rage.

In a second, she got him with a karate chop and once more he landed on the floor.

"You shouldn't talk that way to your sweet, fragile wife," she chuckled.

Vince was outraged. He couldn't even best his wife in a fight.

"So, who's superior, honey?" she demanded.

"You are, darling," he said getting up.

She looked so triumphant and so happy that he looked at her and glared, "Maybe I married a les."

"How dare you say that," she shot back at him.

"Well," he said, look how you've treated me. You've about knocked me on my ass."

Now that Vince Roberts knew what his wife Trudy wanted, he was really burned up, and he decided there wasn't going to be any instant replay of what he had been through.

"You know, honey," Vince told her the next morning at breakfast, "you really burn the hell out of me."

"Oh, I am sorry I got you upset," she smiled.

Even as she mouthed the words, he knew that she didn't mean a word of it.

"More toast, dear?" she said, as she seemed to derive joy, and strength from his predicament.

"No, I don't want another thing," he said, "except maybe some coffee. Black."

"Of course," she said, "just like your mood."

After she had prepared the coffee for him, she went into the other room and waited for him to leave. He stepped out of the house without bothering to say goodbye.

When he had gone, she was happy, for now she decided there would be other people to conquer. She decided she would call her girlfriend Judy and see what was happening in her life.

"Judy," she began as she awakened the sleeping Judy.

"What are you calling me at this hour for?" Judy demanded.

"Well," she told her, "I just thought I'd give you a buzz and see if everything is alright."

"Sure it is, baby," she said, "I've been out of town for a long time and I just blew back from a fabulous vacation. Maybe we can get together."

"I would love that," she said. "When?"

"Well, you could come over this afternoon," she said, "after lunch would be fine. Perhaps around two."

"Around two would be great," she assured her.

When she got to Judy's place, she was amazed at how tired she looked.

"You look beat, baby," she told her. "Did you have a vacation or what?"

"Wild," Judy smiled. "What a vacation."

"Great," she told her, "I'm so glad you had a god time?"

The two women sat down and then Judy told her a few surprising things about what she was doing.

"You didn't go on that trip you took to Europe and all over alone, did you?" her girlfriend asked her.

"No, baby," she told her, "I went with my sugar daddy."

"So you have a sugar daddy," she laughed.

"Yes baby, I do," she said, "and he is quite an irregular man. You see, he is too old to make it, so he likes me to hire young studs and watch us fucking."

"That's a riot," she said "It's like the impossible dream."

"Right on" Judy insisted, "and Trudy, baby, I tell you, it was wild."

"Knowing how you've always been," she told her, "I imagine it would be."

Judy began telling her about the good times she bad.

"You know, baby," she said, "the different time zones are something. We would fly so many places that I would get exhausted just changing time zones. That's why I am exhausted today."

"Where were you last?" she asked.

'Well our last stop was Acapulco. We had a good time when I would find a young Mexican stud to ball me, and my marvelous husband could watch."

"You mean you married the sugar daddy?" Trudy asked.

"Of course not," she said, "I wasn't married at all. But he likes to sign us in as man and wife. It makes it all seem so sanitary."

"Nice guy," she said.

"Well," she continued talking, "he pays the bills. He pays plenty. I picked up this young stud on the beach. He was muscular as hell, and was going with a movie producer's daughter. I told him he could tell her goodbye, and come with me. That was wonderful, as it gave me an opportunity to seduce someone that someone else wanted. Stolen fruit always tastes the sweetest."

"You little bitch," Trudy laughed.

"Yes," she told her, "I guess I am. It was marvelous, as this beautiful stud Manuel would eat my pussy, and my sugar daddy would jerk off watching."

"Sounds a little revolting," Trudy told her.

"Not at all," she said, "he was really something."

"Tell me about some of your other adventures," she asked her.

"Well, dear," she said, "there was a marvelous man in Panama. He really had a cock on him. I will never forget it. I was staying at one of the big hotels right on the beach. They have marvelous hotels there, you know, and my sugar daddy used to go to the big whorehouses there. But that, is all over and now it's up to me to out and be the aggressor and find a young stud to play with so he can watch. I don't have too much difficulty of course, because I guess I am a very appetizing looking woman"

"Well you •do, have that delicious look about you," Trudy complimented her.

"Why thank you, Trudy," Judy smiled.

She continued telling her about her Panama adventure.

"There was this marvelous man, Carlos," she said, "and I just saw him as I was crossing the street near the Pan American Building. He walked right up to me and he smiled."

"Well what did his smile indicate?" asked her friend.

"I knew he wanted to ball me," she said, "and I suggested that we talk."

"And?" Trudy smiled.

"Well I talked him into balling me," she smiled.

As the two women exchanged their adventures, Judy gave some of her various experiences that fascinated the mind of her girlfriend.

"There was this real sharp cat that I met over in France," she said, "and he loved to fuck my armpits. Do you find my armpits sexy?"

For a moment Trudy thought she would play it straight and not laugh at all.

"Well let me see, dear," she said "Well I'll raise them, up and let you lock at them both."

"Oh, they look real sexy," Trudy chuckled.

"Oh, you're putting me on," she said. "But seriously, baby doll, I think my armpits must be sexy because he just went wild when he got the opportunity."

"Well how on earth does anybody fuck armpits?" Trudy asked.

"Honey," she said, "the man sort of straddles you and then you raise your armpits up and down quickly. Use your armpit like a vagina."

"That is not easy," Trudy said. "You really have done everything."

"I certainly have," she said, "and there was that man in Brussels, Belgium, who fucked me upside down."

"Upside down?' Trudy asked her. "Why on earth did he do it that way?"

"Something different," she chuckled, "and big daddy thought it would be fun to watch. You should have seen him getting his jollies."

"You poor darling," Trudy observed. "You haven't had it easy. You had to put up with all of this fucking nonsense."

"Oh I don't look at it that way at all," Judy said. "I consider myself a sexual gourmet."

"I guess you are," she said. "Did be ever try stabbing It up your asshole?

That's what my husband is always trying to get me to do."

"Well," she said, "I would say that I have a tremendous ass. My last lover tried it and he loved it."