Renee Stevens: Driven Into Swapping

"Well, I could always buy you one of those automatic jerk-off jobs," she said.

"Forget it," he said. "My. hand is better."

"Well, if you must do it, honey," she said, "go right ahead."

As she talked in this cold-hearted manner, he suddenly discovered that his penis was going limp again. She glanced at it and smiled proudly. She bad made her point, and had achieved her purpose.

"What are you smiling at?" he asked angrily.

"I was just thinking," she laughed. "You really are a riot."

"Am I?" be demanded.

"Sure, you are, baby doll," she told him.

Finally he got to sleep but he could not forget what his wife had done. She had set him back and he didn't appreciate it one bit.

"Hey, baby," he told her. "You know crazy about you."

"Well, I'm crazy about you," she said.

The two of them looked at each other and then he made a suggestion.

"Alright, honey, I'll do as you asked. Today I'll suggest that Alice and Harry come over. And if anything develops out of it, fine. But I'm not going to put the make on Harry's wife, unless I know for sure that he wants me to. I don't care to wind up in a crypt before my time."

"What's all this talk about crypt?" she laughed.

"I've heard that Harry and Alice are two of the most broad minded people that you could Imagine."

"Where did you hear that?" he asked.

"At a bridge, club party last week over at Mona's place."

"What did you hear?" he asked.

"Just this, honey," she smiled. "Over in Honolulu, Alice went to a male restaurant where men run around in the nude. The men put on a strip tease show.

It's a real riot."

"It sounds so fascinating, it makes me want to vomit," Vince said.

"Oh no," she said, "It's wonderful Alice loved it."

"Well, I would be worried if Harry loved it," Vince said.

"Look, baby," she told him. "You men have taken us women to burlesque shows, and strip shows, for years. We went along with you not because we got any kicks out of seeing a woman take off her clothes, but to see what creeps you guys were. We all have the same equipment."

"But the arrangement is a little different in each one," he reminded her.

"That's true," she said, "and you show me the man who can pass up a good piece of pussy?"

"Well, as long as his balls are working, why should he?" he demanded.

"Right on," she said. "As long as my pussy juices are flowing, why shouldn't I take on any man?"

"Damn you women libbers," he complained, "I wish you'd stop it."

"And I don't have, to have any penis envy," she said. "Before we women get through, there will be a lot of pussy envy."

"What?" he demanded angrily. "You mean to tell me those women are telling you that some day I'm going to wish I had a pussy instead of a penis?"

"Well," she said, "not exactly that. But at least you'll appreciate the pussy for what it is."

"I do," he said, "but I'm not going to build a shrine to it, do you mind?"

He began undressing and went into the shower.

"Just think, honey," she said, "that little act of taking off your pajamas could make you a fortune in that restaurant in Honolulu."

He slapped himself on his pot belly, and said, "As a clown?"

When he went into the, shower, he thought about what his wife was saying. He realized what a dangerous thing she'd gotten into. He decided possibly that he should get together with Harry. Only he determined that he would have to get Harry lined up so that he would dominate his wife. For he could see quickly that she was on a dangerous bent.

When he got to work that morning, he went out for coffee with, Harry.

"Do, you want to talk to me about something?" Harry Smiled.

"Yes," he said. "I've got a little, problem with my wife."

"What's the problem?" he asked.

"Just this," he explained. "She's gone off on this women's lib kick. She thinks that the days of penis envy are all over, and we men are supposed to start envying pussy And now the latest thing that she wants to do is have an affair."

"Well, you've had a few, haven't you?" Harry chuckled.

"You're not much help." Vince told him flatly, as be slammed his fist on the table.

"Now don't get uptight about it," his friend told him, "what's happening to you isn't my fault. Understand?"

"Dammit," he said, "I never said it was your fault. But I'm getting sick and tired of the way these women are acting. They're making life impossible."

"Women are women," Harry chuckled. "It's a fad, and once the newness has worn off, they'll go in for something else. One minute it's wedgies, and the next minute it's sex. Then there are the grapefruit diets, and all the rest."

"I wish she'd get a kick to decorate the house over, again," he said. "That's a lot easier than what she's got me faced with now."

"It can't be as bad as all that," Harry said. "You are just overreacting."

"Overreacting nothing." Vines tell him frankly. "My wife Wants me to get you to fuck her."

Harry smiled at him.

"Good idea," he said. "I'd enjoy sex with your wife."

That left Vince limp with rage.

"Well, aren't you going to say anything?" Harry laughed.

"No," he said, "I'm not."

"You're living in the Dark Ages, Vince," he said. "Swap meets are very popular.

Apparently you haven't been keeping your eyes and ears open around the office.

There's a lot of swapping going on."

"I don't believe it," he said. "I just don't believe it."

"Well you know that shy girl, Betty," he said. "Well, she isn't so shy. She unzipped me the other day in my office and pulled me around the office by my penis. I of course refused any sex because I had so much work to do. But if I had a few more moments, I'm sure she would have given me a very enjoyable blow job."

"Betty?" Vince asked in disbelief. "You mean she's peddling her pussy?"

"And her mouth, and her ass," Harry laughed.

"You just can't trust anybody anymore," he said.

"It's not a matter of trust," he told him, "It's a matter of change. The old morals are gone and the new morals are in."

"I'm sorry, Harry," Vince said disgustedly, "but I don't believe in what's happening. These people are going to be sorry some day for playing around like this."

"But wouldn't you rather have your wife where you can watch her?" he asked bluntly.

"Well, you've got a point there," he admitted "I suppose if I had you over, I would at least know who she was doing it with."

"And more important," he said, "I keep clean."

"Oh God," he said in shock and disgust, "I never thought we'd degenerate to this where you have to tell me that you're, keeping your cock clean so I don't have to worry when I see it in my wife's pussy."

"Well, you have to consider these things," Harry admitted. "There are a lot of people who are swinging these days who are singing the blues. They've discovered a disease that they got in the process."

"I suppose it's true," he said. "That's something that has to be reckoned with."

"Yes indeed," Harry assured him. And you'll enjoy my wife Alice. She keeps pretty clean too."

"Good for her," he said, "but I don't feel like catting around."

"Well, Alice would never release me to your wife," Harry assured him, "unless you would play around with her."

"Oh, you're too much," he told him, "you really are."

"No," he said, "I'm just being frank and honest."

"Alright," he agreed. "I'll tell my wife that you are agreeable to the idea.

I'm sure you consider it a major triumph, and she will fly the women's liberation flag all week."

"Do they have a flag?" Harry asked with a chuckle.

"You bet your ass they do," he said. "The white flag of surrender."

"Well, you will enjoy my wife. She does some novel things and she's quite a sexpot if you don't mind my saying so."