Renee Stevens: Driven Into Swapping

When they got home, Vince told her angrily "I think that we've had enough sex for a while."

"Now, dear," she said, "your jealousy is showing. It's your male ego that has been insulted."

"I have a few moral scruples," Trudy told him eagerly.

"Precious few," he said.

"Now dear," she said, "you are impossible. I have tried in every way I know how to make a happy home and all you've done is resent me. I'm sick and tired of your insinuations."

"They're not just insinuations," he told her, "I have a feeling that you might have wanted Jerry Conroy in bed with you."

"Now honey," she said, "that's absurd. And if I did have an affair with him, who would I hurt?"

"He thought about that a moment and was stunned. He couldn't answer.

"Well then I'm going to find me some young chick," he complained.

"Why not?" she said. "As long as the young chick has a husband that I can play with."

"That will be just bitching," he laid. "You and me always looking for other couples. Can't we be happy with each other?"

"That's what I used to wonder," she said quietly.

"Don't blame it all on me" he said.

"Oh I would never blame it all on you," she said.

He looked at her and again became angry at her.

"You are so difficult," he said.

"Well, don't think you are heaven to deal with," she said.

They went to bed and they slept at the far side of the bed.

The very next morning, when Vince went to work he made up his mind he was going to look for the youngest chick in the office that he could find. Then, he was going to make a real play for her.

He discovered a new girl when he went to work the next morning and he was delighted. She was a honey haired blonde, and she was wearing a short skirt. It really turned him en when be looked at her.

"Good morning, gorgeous," he smiled. "Let me introduce myself. I'm Vince Roberts."

"Hi Vince," the girl said, as if she was imitating Marilyn Monroe. "My name Is Cindy."

"I'm glad to meet you, Cindy," Vines smiled.

"Why don't we go together for coffee?"

"Oh that would be nice," she said.

"Good," he smiled.

When he walked out to coffee with her, eyes turned to follow them. Two or three people in the office had the idea he was going to put the make on her.

"Cindy," he said over coffee, "are you married?"

"I don't wear this ring as a decoy," she said.

"Isn't it big enough to blind you?"

"Well it is a nice ring," he said, "but I just didn't know what it stood for."

"Now you do," she smiled.

"Is your husband broad minded?' he asked her.

"What do you mean?" she asked coyly.

"Just this, beautiful blue eyes," he said, "I believe in sexual freedom after marriage."

"I don't think he would care for that," she said quickly. "Allan is a very jealous man."

"Well," he persisted, "Allan ought to be introduced to the fun of a swap meet."

"A swap meet?" she asked gingerly. "What's all that about?

"Well, haven't you heard?" he smiled at her, "that people are getting bored with just doing it with each other and they're having little parties?"

"Well no," she admitted coyly, "I haven't heard much about it. Tell me."

"I would be happy to," he assured her. "It's simply this, baby. People need to play. Staying home all the time can become dull."

"Well I haven't been married that long," she said. "I haven't found Allan dull at all."

"Oh Cindy," Vince said, snuggling up to her, "we could make such nice music together."

"You mean you want to fuck me?" she asked bluntly.

That made his jaw drop.

"My God, the way you talk."

"Does it shock you?" she asked smoothly. "It shouldn't. You men talk like that all the time about us, don't you?"

"Well, that's true," he admitted.

"Of course it's true," she said, "and it's so nice that you can admit it, even if it's under pressure."

"Cindy," he told her, "you've got the most gorgeous eyes."

"Are you looking at my eyes or are you looking at my bosoms?" she said, observing his eyes were flashing as they gazed at her cleavage.

"I'm sorry," he said. "You'll have to forgive me. I guess I'm just a horny old man who gets turned on when he sees a gorgeous young chick. The balls are still burning."

"That's nice," she said, "and I'm sure your wife appreciates your sexual feelings toward her."

"Why did you have to bring my wife up? He asked.

"Because," she said, "I should think she would be furious that you are such a playboy."

"Matter of fact," Vince confided, "Trudy loves playing around. She digs other men."

"Why, that's remarkable," Cindy told him. "I couldn't imagine any woman having a husband like you and wishing for anything else."

"Stop it," he said. "I'm getting a hard-on."

"Well there's nothing I can do about it," she said. "I'm married, and I don't play around."

It was becoming more and more disgusting to her, and finally she told him, "You know, honey, I think you are apeshit."

"What?" he said.

"Yes," she smiled smugly. "I think all of you cheap married people who cheat on each other like this are good for nothing. I'm perfectly happy with my husband, and he's perfectly happy with me. So, get lost and kiss off."

He got to his feet and he felt himself going numb.

"You'd better pay for the bill, honey," she reminded him.

"Oh, ah, yes, of course."

She strode out before him, and didn't look back. Now he was really burned up.

It had hurt his ego so bad that he didn't even want to go back to work.

However, he did. Yet he took off early, and he decided that he would do something he never done before. He figured that he would go to a little place called the Model Shop on the Boulevard. There he could photograph a gorgeous chick and wrestle in the nude with her if he wanted to. He wondered what it would be like.

"Who would you like to wrestle with?" the older woman asked him.

She put a display of photos out of the girls and let him take his pick.

"Here we have them," she said. "Take your pick."

"Well that little brunette number," he said, "looks good to me."

"That is Jan."

"Well let me wrestle with Jan," he said.

He paid the twenty dollar fee and the woman reminded him, "That's for an hour."

"Of course," be told her.

He went inside the small room that was allocated to him, and Jan was sitting there stark naked on the bed reading a newspaper and eating an apple.

"Hi Jan," he began. "I guess we're going to wrestle."

"Take off your clothes," she said casually, as she went on munching her apple.

"I hope you're not going to keep eating that apple while I wrestle with you," he said.

"No," she assured him. "When I finish eating the apple, I'll wash my face and brush my teeth. Then, I'll gargle. How's that?"

To himself he thought what a little bitch. But he didn't complain.

"That's great," he said evenly.

"The news sure is horrible these days," she said. "All these characters killing each other. I think it's dreadful."

"It is," he said.

"And you can't get any relief," Jan said. "If you turn on the television it's full of violence, yet, they let, a naked boob show go and they go wild. I suppose my pussy is obscene and, their murders aren't. So I always say the body is beautiful but killing people is ugly."

Going over to her, he stroked her breasts.

"Take off your clothes first," she insisted.

He began stripping and when he got down to his shorts she tossed her apple away, wadded up the newspaper and went over to the corner sink. She washed her face off, brushed her teeth and gargled with some mouthwash. Then she came back to the bed and smiled.

"Now we're going to wrestle each other," she said. "Hey, take your shorts off.