Renee Stevens: Driven Into Swapping

"Well they should rewrite it," she laughed.

As they continued talking, Rosemary made quick suggestion.

"Do you remember Craig?" her mother asked.

"How much he thought of you?"

"Well, Craig is married, Mom," she reminded her.

"Was, dear," her mother said. "He's divorced now. He's foot loose and fancy free. He came over one night and asked how you were. I told him you were simply miserable and that you'd gotten into a dreadful situation, with a lecherous man who mistreated you. And you know what he wanted to do?"

"I have no idea," Trudy said, shaking her head in disgust at her mother bringing up Craig as a possibility of marriage.

"He wanted to come right out here on an airplane, and steal you away from this terrible situation and bring you back home to a decent life. Out here people don't live like they do back there. We are a little more conservative."

"They're doing the same damned thing back there, Mom," she said. "And for your information, I don't mind swapping. I've been caged in for so long, that it really makes me happy to have a chance to have a little action."

"Don't tell me that he has ruined you, dear," she said. "Judging from the way you're talking, I'm frankly worried."

"Well worry about yourself, Mom," she said, "because for the first time in my life I'm happy."

"Happy in sin?" her mother said. "Can't you see what sinners you both are?"

"I don't look at it that way," she said.

"Well I'm not being a religious fanatic," she said. "But it's perfectly obvious to me you're going to get into trouble. A lot of these terrible men are diseased. And, they're carrying these diseases. They've had so many shots, that they don't work anymore. Can't you see, darling, what a big mistake you're making?"

"You are making a big mistake coming here and trying to get me home," she said.

"No dear," her mother said. "You are the one who is making the mistake, and you. are going to be sorry."

"I'll never be sorry," she insisted.

"Your room is waiting for you, dear," she said.

"Mom," Trudy blasted, "why the hell don't you just get out of here and let Vince and me live our lives ourselves? Maybe that's what's wrong with me. Maybe I've been trying to dominate him."

"Nobody could ever dominate him," she said, "goodness knows I've tried long enough."

"That's just it," she told her Mom. "You and Dad both tried to dominate Vince.

You tried to set him up in business and tell him what to do. It's never worked, and it never will. Vince is a free man."

"He's also impotent, from what you told me in your letters."

"Well," she admitted, "I don't know whether it is impotency or not, because I think he's playing around with another woman. I think when he comes home it's just exhaustion."

"That's worse," she said. "One could forgive impotency, but infidelity one could never forgive."

"Oh Mom," she said, "you're such a vindictive bitch."

"Satan is speaking to you," she said. "And I am about to leave."

"Don't let me stop you," she said.

"Gratitude," her mother smiled smugly, "this is gratitude. After all your father and I have done for you to give you a decent life, look how you turn on me now. I've only come here to help. Taken my time, from the bridge club, from the various charities that I'm involved with, coming here and asking you to wise up."

"Well don't ask me to do anything," she said quickly.

It was becoming evident to her, that there was no reasoning with her mother. So she thought she would put it on the line bluntly.

"Would you like to hear about one of our little swap sessions, Mom?" her eyes glittered as she continued torturing her mother.

"I will put my hands over my ears if you begin telling me about that crap," she said.

"Well honey, you just put those ear plugs in, because here goes. The first big affair we had was with Clair and Mark Conroy. Or were they the second people?"

"Stop it," her mother insisted.

"No, I shant," she said. "I want you to listen. Clair is a darling. And Mark is even nicer. Of course I didn't care to have a thing to do with Clair because I don't go the les route. But Mark was marvelous. And you know what was even better?" she asked.

With her hands still over her ears, her mother shook her head as If interested.

"His son," she said. "Jerry Conroy. You have never seen such a fucker. He really gave me some action. Action like my Daddy never gave you, honey."

"You bitch," her mother snapped.

"You see, Mom," she laughed, "you're human. And then there was this marvelous arrangement that my adorable husband Vince has been working on. It's a nice man named Allan and his adorable wife Jan. They're a couple of swingers too. That means they like to have other playmates on the weekends. I'm looking forward to this. I don't know anything about them, of course, but he does like to fuck.

And isn't that the only thing that's important where sex is concerned?"

"I'm leaving," Rosemary said angrily.

"Why Mom," she said. "why are you uptight?"

"Because," she said, "your life. Is about the most revolting thing I've ever heard."

"Why don't you tell Daddy?" she asked. "Maybe he would then confide a few things to you. Maybe he would tell you about that secretary he used to play around with. You know, that cute little brunette named Lucy."

"Your father never played around with any other woman," she said nervously. "I gave him plenty of love at home."

"Yes," she laughed, "you gave him love but you slipped up on sex. You never did care for sex because you are a frigid woman, and that's why Dad had to play around."

"Why you horrid girl," her mother said. "I want to tell you something. I disown you. I'm not sure that you were my natural daughter. They do make mistakes, in the baby wards, you know."

"So long, Mom," she said. "Or are you my Mom? You are so different, dear, I can hardly believe that you are my Mom. Anyway, why don't you go mind your own business? I get sick and tired of you sticking your nose in our business. Vince and I have a good life, and if we want to play this way, that's the way we want it."

"Goodbye," her mother said, "and don't think you'll ever be bothered with another one of my calls. I've paid a lot of money to come out here and I regret every penny of the reduced fare."

"So long, Mom," she laughed, as she saw her walk out the door.

"When she opened the door, Vince came back from his walk.

"Leaving so soon?" Vince smiled smugly.

"I should say I am," Rosemary said. "And I won't be back again. Ever."

"That's good news," Vince smiled, as he walked in and wrapped his arms around his wife.

"Oh Trudy baby," he smiled, "that was a beautiful performance, I'm so glad you put the old gal in her place. I'm tired of her coming in here and telling us what to do."

Trudy sort of melted in her husband's arms, and when he felt her acting like a woman to his caresses, his penis hardened.

"Why, honey," she said, "I do think you're getting a hard-on."

"You bet your ass I am," he said. "I would love to fuck you and fuck you good."

"Why not?" she said. "That's what our sex organs are for."

Laughing together, they went into the bedroom.

As they walked into the bedroom, Trudy couldn't help but observing that Vince's cock was rigid and ready.

"You know, baby," she said, "maybe I have done the wrong thing by going to all of those women's lib meetings. Perhaps I tried to emasculate you."

"I really didn't care If you went to some of the meetings," he assured her. "I think that a women should get as much money as a man for the same work. What I didn't dig, honey, was your karate chops."

"Alright," she said, "I promise not to use any more of my karate knowledge on you. However, I have to guard myself from rapists and attackers."