Renee Stevens - Driven Into Swapping

"Is there anything that you won't do?" Trudy asked frankly.

"Well, I guess there isn't much," she said. "I've had it with an animal, and I've had it with a woman. And, I've taken it every which way. You name it, I've done it."

"Aren't you ashamed of yourself at times?" her girlfriend asked.

Judy looked at her innocently, and then she let out a blast.

"What the hell are you talking about?" she demanded. "Haven't we gone beyond guilt?"

"Oh yes, yes," Trudy said nervously now.

Suddenly she realized that she had opened a can of worms and she didn't care to pursue that line of conversation further.

"Now, Trudy, tell me what you've been doing in Dullsville. Don't tell me you're still being loyal to that good for nothing husband Vince."

"You shouldn't speak of him like that," Trudy insisted.

"Because it happens to be the truth," she said.

"Yes," she admitted. "I suppose it is the truth. He is such a difficult, impossible person."

"I really feel sorry for you living with a man like that," she said.

"It isn't easy," she admitted.

Then she finally decided that she might as well admit she was having some fun swapping.

"Of course my life isn't completely dull had a few good times swapping."

"Oh, I just love to swap," Judy laughed. "I will never forget the time I went over to a friend's place. I was about to swap with this stud, when I got a look at his son coming in going up to his room. I begged his father for one chance at him. And you know what?" she giggled.

"Tell me," Trudy insisted. "I'm all ears."

"He let me fuck the son," she said.

"And he didn't get any for himself?" Trudy asked, not completely understanding how this could be.

"Of course the old cat did,"' she laughed. "He fucked me too.

"That put an idea in her mind. Perhaps, she thought to herself, she could get some man with a young teenager son. Then she could get some young cock as well as old.

"There's a marvelous thing about young men," she smiled.

"Yes, Trudy," Judy nodded. "Tell me, have you had any young cock lately?"

"I did," she said gleefully. "He was the gardener. Oh, excellent."

"Good for you, honey," she said.

"Well I must hurry along now, honey," Trudy told her, "I've got so much to do."

"Why is life always busy-busy?" she demanded.

"That's a good question and I don't have the answer," her girlfriend smiled, as she hugged and kissed her goodbye.

Once she was driving on the freeway, Trudy began thinking. Who was there that she might meet who would have a young son that she would enjoy having sex with?

She went over and over it in her mind, and finally she thought of some. one.

There was Clair and Mark Conroy. Their young son, Jerry, had just won some prizes for swimming. How exciting it would be, she thought to herself, to seduce Jerry Conroy. Of course it would be a dangerous thing and her husband would die if he ever got wind of what she had in mind.

She had to think of some way that she could approach the subject that would get her husband going for it. She knew that he had a fondness for Clair, and she decided, the wisest thing to do would be to mention things about Clair that would turn her husband on.

That evening when Vince came home, she began suggesting, "Why don't we try to get together with Clair and Mark Conroy?"

"Have you got the hots for Mark Conroy now?" he asked sarcastically.

"Well I thought it might be fun to have another swap meet," she said.

"Now look, baby," he told her, "I'm not going over and ask Mark Conroy if my wife can fuck him. I'm sorry I'm not pimping for you."

"I didn't ask you to pimp," she said. "It's a swap, an exchange. That's different."

"Maybe it is in your book baby," he told her, "but it's not different in my book. I'm not interested."

"Now come on, dear," she said, "we could just do it this way. We could suggest that we all go over there for swimming and I'll fix the food and take it over."

"You are too much," he said. "You're going to pester me and pester me till you get your way."

"Well I wish you'd do that for me," she smiled.

"Alright," he told her. "I'll tell him."

He called up his friend Mark, and suggested they get together for a Saturday night buffet. He said that his wife wanted a little socialization.

Mark listened to what he had to say and replied quickly. "Well your wife deserves some socialization," he said. "Trudy is a great gal, she has a lot of zest."

"I know," Vince Roberts said. "Lots of zing."

"Zowle?' Mark. Conroy chuckled. "Yeah, we would love it. Just a minute. Let me ask Clair."

Covering the phone with his hand, he asked Clair, "How would it be to have Vince and Trudy Roberts over next Saturday night? Vince is suggesting that they come over, and Trudy wants to bring some food. We could all get together and have, a good time."

"Well I'm not too fond of that wife of his," Clair said. "She's always had eyes for you."

"That's a lot of baloney," he shot back.

"No," she shook her head solemnly. "I think know when another woman is after the man love."

"Thanks for the admiration, baby, but your observation is not accurate."

Mark returned to Vince.

"Well, sure, Vince," he said. "Clair thinks it's a great idea. Then we can count on you next Saturday night around seven or so?"

"Beautiful," Vince replied. "I'm sure we'll have ball."

"I'm sure," his friend said as he hung up. Trudy did her best to fix some marvelous food for their orgy dinner.

"All this bother," he said, "because we're going to have a swap meet. You never fix up food like this around the house anymore."

"Why should I?" Trudy said, "look how you've treated me lately. I know that you are carrying on. And you still won't admit it."

"What difference does it make now? he asked her.

"Plenty," she said.

"Well you want to carry on, don't your he shot back at her.

"Sure I do," she said, "but I don't do it on the sly. I come out and let you know what I want. Then, it's all on the up and up."

"Does doing it openly make it any, more moral?" he smiled.

"I think so," she said.

When they got over to Clair and Mark Conroy's house, Clair was all dressed up and looked as if she was deliberately trying to turn on Vince Roberts.

"Well, well, Vince," Clair said, "I haven't seen you in a long time."

"Hi there, Trudy," Mark smiled.

"Oh look at all that good food you brought, Trudy," Clair observed.

"Oh, just a few things I whipped up, honey," she said.

Soon they were involved in eating a delicious dinner. After the dinner, Clair got to talking about what was happening to youth morals.

"You know I feel terrible about my son Jerry," she confided.

"Oh, what about him?" Trudy asked eagerly, dying to know anything that she could about him.

"Well," she said, "he has been carrying on at school with practically all of the girls."

"That's terrible," Trudy said. "Can't you stop him?"

"It isn't easy, dear," she said.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I mean this," Clair said frankly. "The girls at that school are putting out with all the boys. And of course Jerry has to follow suit. I wish one of them would rebel."

"That's funny," Trudy said. "A while back they were all rebelling against the morals. Now, they are all doing the same thing."

"Well you can't blame them," Mark said. "We didn't have much fun when we were young. I never got a chance to explore around much."

"Why should you?" Clair asked angrily.

"I think everybody has a right to a little sexual adventure," he said.

"Oh stop that, Mark," Clair said. "Before I listen to any more of this crap.

The next thing I know you will, be asking if we can swap."

"Not a bad idea," Trudy said. "Mark, would you like to have sex with me?"