Renee Stevens: Driven Into Swapping

"Well, I hope not," Trudy told her rapidly. "Because that would make me feel uncomfortable."

"It turns me on," Harry chimed in quickly.

"Oh, the least little thing turns you on, doesn't it?" his wife chided him.

It was obvious that Harry and Trudy had had, a ball. It was equally obvious that it was more than a little difficult for Vince and Alice to carry on sexually.

"I think you got the best end of the deal," Alice smiled smugly.

"I don't care to comment on that," she said breathlessly. "Maybe you were having some problems in pleasing my husband. He is difficult to please, and I guess I'm a pretty hard tuck to follow."

"Is that intended as a dig?' Alice demanded angrily.

"If the prophylactic fits, slip it on."

"Oh, you have such a nice sense of humor," Alice said. "You ought to provide vomit bags with your jokes, dear."

"For you," Trudy told her, "I would be happy to."

The two men realized that they ought to get the women apart.

"I'm hungry," Harry said. "You, got anything down there in the kitchen, Trudy?"

"The whole refrigerator is loaded," she said.

"I always figure at a free-for all swap, we will need plenty of food."

"It's a good idea," her husband agreed. "I'm glad that you stocked up on the food. We sure don't want to go hungry."

"No," she said, "we certainly don't, do we?"

The two of them had a chuckle, and then Trudy lit into Alice.

"Perhaps you should go to a sex clinic," she said.

"What on earth for?" Alice asked, wondering what she had in mind.

"They are for people who have sexual problems," she said. "Sex clinic is the answer."

"Is that where you went?" Mice said bitingly.

"I didn't have to," Trudy told her quickly. "But I had some friends who did go.

And she went in as a frigid woman and returned like a blazing siren."

"Well, I'm not a frigid woman," she said. I'm sure that my husband will testify to that. Isn't that true, honey?"

"I have my mind on food," he told her. "What was that you asked 7"

"Well, I know what kind of food too," she said.

"You're 'probably thinking about Trudy's juicy pussy."

"Now, baby," he told her, "don't you get jealous. You know that's part of swapping. You can't get jealous."

"Well, I got the bum end of the deal," she said, "that's for sure. Trudy's husband couldn't even get a, hard-on."

"Well, it takes two to tango," he told her.

"Maybe you didn't have what turned me on.!"

"Believe me," Alice snapped indignantly, "my body, is enough to turn any man on."

Once more the men decided they'd better mediate the matter and get out of the bedroom.

"I said I was starving," Harry reminded Trudy.

"Oh, that's right," she giggled. "We'll go to the kitchen and see what we can dig up."

"Don't dig up anything for me," Alice said. "I'm not hungry. But if you have something to drink, like that bottle of liquor we brought, I'd be delighted to have a drink."

"I'm so glad you reminded me about that bottle," Trudy told her, "because we'd probably never drink it. We have our own special brands, you see. And I'm afraid what you brought isn't one of our favorite brands."

"We could always take it back," Alice said.

"Girls," Harry said, "what's all this tug-of war?"

"What's he talking about?" Alice said.

"I have no idea," Trudy said. "Everyone around here has been so understanding, so charitable."

Alice stepped out of the bedroom and Trudy followed her. Trudy got a big kick out of wearing her black boots and her long black stockings and nothing else.

This got Alice disgusted.

"I thought we were all supposed to be naked," Alice reminded her.

"Well, your husband said he got so turned on when I dressed like this, I thought I would just go on wearing it."

"It would be funny if you wore it outside."

Even though Trudy had told her husband that she would be satisfied sexually if they could swap, she still felt unhappy about her sexual situation. She realized vividly that her husband had had plenty of extra marital action. And this was what she wanted, without his knowledge.

Swapping, she figured, was giving him an opportunity to play around too.

However, vividly she recalled that at the same time he was carrying on, she was left alone in bed.

One morning, when the gardener came around, she got a surprise. Instead Of being the older man who had done her gardening, it was a younger man. She looked up at the curly headed young man with the muscular frame and asked him,

"Who are you?"

"I'm the new gardener," he smiled.

"Well, how nice," she said. "Would you like to come in and talk about what you're going to do?"

"Well, my Dad has told me what I'm going to do," he said.

Trudy decided that she would allow a little of her body to show and then he might get more of an urge to come inside.

Adjusting her blouse just right, she good view of her cleavage.

"Maybe you'd like some coffee," she smiled.

"That sounds good," he said, looking at her bosoms.

"What's your name?' she smiled.

"Johnny," he smiled.

"Well, Johnny," she said, "I would appreciate it if you would tell me a few things about young people today. I'm giving a little lecture at one of the women's clubs on youth morals."

Johnny threw his head back and laughed.

"Why are you laughing, Johnny?" she asked.

"I'll tell you why," he chuckled. "it's because we don't have any morals anymore."

"That's sad," she said, letting her blouse fall little lower, giving him a still better view.

"Well, it's good and it's bad," Johnny winked.

"I read you," she smiled. "Coffee with cream, or do you want yours black?"

"I like the cream," he smiled.

"So do I," Trudy said, with a sexy inflection in her voice. Johnny gulped as he sat down at the kitchen table. Then Trudy said, "For example, Johnny, could you tell me something about your sex life?"

"Well, it wouldn't be very nice," he laughed.

"That's why I want you to tell me about it," she laughed.

"Well," he said, "I fucked my first chick when I was seven."

"You mean seventeen, don't you?" she told him frankly.

"No," he said, "I could get my little peter hard at seven. And I played doctor with the girl next door."

"Did you cure her?" she smiled.

"No, I didn't cure her," he said teasingly, "but sure as hell fucked her."

"It sounds like fun, Johnny," she smiled smoothly.

"You bet it was," he said. "Mom pulled me off her."

"Too bad you were interrupted," she said.

"That's what I say," he said. "I've always said mom prevented me from developing the way that I should have."

"Johnny," she said, "who Was the next chick you had sex with?"

"Well, that was a cute little gal," he said. "Her name was Joyce. She had bosoms you wouldn't believe."

"Oh yes, I would," Trudy laughed. "I have pretty large ones myself."

"I was just noticing them," he told her. "And I must say you are well put together."

"Why, thank you, Johnny," she said. "I take that as quite a compliment, because you have had quite a bit of experience in the sexual line."

Johnny suddenly felt himself getting a hard-on as he looked at Trudy.

"Well, I guess I'd better get going and do the work," he grinned sheepishly.

"I bet your muscles get awfully sore doing that kind of work, don't they, Johnny?"

"Oh, I'm used to it," he told her.

"I always liked good massages after I did garden work," she smiled.

"Well, I can't afford massages," he told her. She looked at him, and measured her words.

"I could give you a very relaxing massage," she said as her words caressed him.

"Could you really?" he smiled as If hypnotized.

"Yes, dear," she said. "Would you like to try me?"