Renee Stevens: Driven Into Swapping

"And bow much would you charge?" he smiled.

"Well being a professional," she said, "I would have to get seventy-five."

"So that's a hundred dollars for the two of you," he said.

"No, love," she smiled. "Ken is fucking at bargain basement prices. After all, It's his second job. So be accepts twenty-five because he enjoys the sexual adventure."

"Beautiful," he said. "So for a hundred bucks you could take care of both of us."

"Yes," Jan said. "I'll give you my phone number. "It's against the rules and regulations, but dammit, this Madame here doesn't pay me too much."

"I guess she, is greedy," he told her.

"Well, there is her pay off too," she said. "So you can't completely blame her.

But she is greedy as hell. Aren't all Madame's?"

"I don't know," he told her, "but I suppose you are right I'm sure they're not in the business for their health."

"Precisely," she said.

Now the Madame was standing in the door.

"Time's up," she said.

"Coming, Mother," he said.

He got out of there and now he had it all set up. When he got home that night, he suggested to his wife a marvelous scheme.

"You want a young stud," he told her, "and I can get you one."

"Oh that's groovy," she said. "Who?"

"Well," he smiled, "a lovely couple. The all American wholesome type. Jan, and her ever adoring husband, Allan."

"Where on earth did you meet them?" she asked.

"Well," he explained, "she is in an office downstairs."

"You are really on the ball," his wife complimented him. "I hope her husband is good. Of course, I suppose you were making passes at this gorgeous little chick and suggested slyly that we could swap."

"How did you know?' he asked his wife.

"I know you like a book," she said, "and I hope that you realize how much I appreciate this. Now I think it's fair when you want to go out and have sex on the aide, you're thinking of your wife. I'm liberated."

He looked at her and laughed.

"Yes," he told her, "you're liberated at last."

She had a good meal fixed for him and he appreciated the fact.

"I'm getting better treatment now," he told her with, a laugh, "and I suppose it's because I'm letting other men invade my wife's pussy."

"Dear," she said, "you always were so crude."

"That's not crude," he told her, "that's simply a fact. This is what you want.

I know it, and you know it. Can't you admit it's the truth?"

"Well not very easily, honey," she laughed. "Truth has always been hard to take."

"I know that, love," he said.

She was eager for action.

"Now when do we get together?" she asked eagerly.

"Well I haven't gone over that yet," he admitted.

"Well you must, dear," she said. "You don't want these things to hang fire.

They can burn up."

"I'll tend to that fire in your pussy tomorrow," he winked at her.

"Yes," she said, "and check those big balls out and make sure they're loaded.

You know if it's anything I can't stand it's an impotent man."

He gave her a withering glance, and he felt like giving her a sock in the jaw but he knew if he delivered a left hook to her jaw she would probably give him some karate action.

"I think I'll take up karate, honey," he smiled.

"Good idea," she said. "You could probably use some karate."

"Those chops that you know are really something."

Just then the doorbell rang.

He went to answer the door, and there stood his mother-in-law.

"Well," he said, "Rosemary how nice to see you."

Rosemary grimaced.

"Where's my daughter?" she demanded. "I haven't heard from her in ages."

"Honey," he called out, "what a happy surprise. Your mother is here."

"Mom," she said dramatically, running to her.

"Well, I'll leave you two girls alone," Vince said eagerly, trying to get off the scene.

"Don't run off because of me," Rosemary said quickly. "I've given up all talk of divorce. Apparently my little baby Trudy loves the way you live."

"Mom," Trudy objected, "don't talk about that."

"Go ahead, Rosemary," he said, "tell me what your sweet little thing has been saying to you."

"Well she never said anything except that you were stepping out on her all the time."

"Yeah," he chuckled, "but now she's stepping out on me."

"Trudy." her mother said, "is this true?"

"Yes, Mom," Trudy said. "You see, Vince and I belong to a little swing and swap group."

"I've heard about those things," she said. "They have them back where we live.

It's called suburban swapping."

"Yes," Vince smiled. "Have you ever had swapping fun?"

"I refuse to answer that question," she said angrily.

"No doubt on grounds it might incriminate you," he chuckled.

"Trudy," her mother said, "why don't you come home? Daddy and I have missed you terribly. And I think this marriage frankly was a big mistake, and I'm not being a hypocrite, Vince, I'm just saying it like it is. I think some men are born to be alone. And you are a loner. You should never expect a woman to cater to you."

"No woman ever catered to me," he said. "As far as I'm concerned, they are all impossible."

"I'll overlook that," Rosemary said, "because you're saying this in the heat of passion. But, being cool and clear headed about it, I think that it would be best if you two at least separated."

"Mom," Trudy said, "don't you tell me how to run my life."

"You know would never do that, dear," her mother said quickly. "It's just that I want what's best for you, and Vince too, of course."

"Of course," Vince smiled.

As she went on managing her life Trudy was getting angry.

"I'm going to go for a walk, honey," he said, "and when you and your mother have finished carving me up, I'll come back and look at the pieces."

"Why Vince," Rosemary smiled, "you know I'd never say anything behind your back that I wouldn't say to your face."

"Is that so?' he asked.

"Yes dear," she said, "that's so. And right to your face I'll call you a son of a bitch."

"You old battleaxe," he said, "how dare you talk to me that way?"

"Now don't get rough," Rosemary said. "I've been studying karate."

"You too?" he said.

"Yes," she said. "A woman has to have a little karate knowledge to protect herself these days. Apparently these horrible young people are after women of all ages. In my block, they raped two women who were eighty-five. And I'm only in my fifties. It's really dangerous when you're alone."

"Yeah," he said. "Good luck."

"So long, dear," Rosemary said.

When he was gone, Rosemary threw her arms around her daughter and made a passionate plea for her to return home.

"Sweetheart, Daddy and I have been worried about you. We know that this Vince is a monster. He represents everything that's wrong with a man, and the only thing you can do is to make a clean breast of it."

"Mom," Trudy told her, "I really don't mind him. He gives me a good life, and that's what counts. He does pay the bills."

"Materialism," Rosemary stammered, "that's what holds you here. It isn't that you give a damn about him really. Can't you see if you would free yourself of the bonds that you're bound in, you might have another chance for marriage.

You've still got a good shape, and I'm sure you could find someone."

"Oh I could find plenty of men, Mom," she said, "but I like Vince, even if he is impotent, because he is spending all of his time with a mistress, and picking up with chicks all over the place, I love him."

"Oh, stop that," she said. "You remind me of that old Fanny Bryce record My Man."

"Yes," she said, "and that's the way I feel. Even though he isn't any damned good, I love him. And when he beats me I give him some karate chops."

"Well that's more than Fanny Bryce did in that song," her mother said.