Renee Stevens: Driven Into Swapping

It was indeed difficult for Trudy Roberts to listen to the woman who was speaking on women's rights. However, she had to admit there was a lot of truth in what she said.

"Ladies," Marion Jones began, "tonight I am talking to you on the subject of sex. Too long women have been put down by their husbands. Too long it has been an assumption that men have sexual rights that women can know nothing of. Too long men have gone on about the fact that they have sexual needs that women don't have. Now, at last the truth is out. Women have sexual feelings too.

Women have aggressive sexual tendencies, when they allow them to exist."

There was a noticeable amount of whispering going around now, as the women's rights leader continued.

When the meeting was over, Trudy Roberts went home happily to her husband and informed him what she thought of the meeting.

"Well, Vince," she smiled, "I've been to a marvelous meeting tonight."

"Are you still going to that damned action group?" he shot back at her.

"Yes," she said. "And until tonight I never realized how mistreated I have been by you."

"What have I done this time?" he said angrily.

"Every time you go to that damned meeting I'm accused of something."

"Remember that secretary that you stepped out with when we were first married?" she said.

"Yeah, what about it?"

"Well," she said, "things aren't equal. I never stepped out with a man."

"You're chewing your cabbage twice," he said, "we got over that a long time ago. Let sleeping dogs lie."

"I got over it dear," she smiled. "But I was misinformed about my own sexual feelings. My subconscious had been trained not to admit the strong sexual desires. Now, at last I am free. Therefore, I've decided what I need Is an affair."

As Vince looked at his wife he couldn't help laughing.

"What are you talking about, honey?" he demanded.

"I'm trying to think of someone that I should have an affair with1" she said, as she scratched her nose is she thought about it.

"It's making you nervous just thinking about stepping out on me," Vince laughed, not taking her seriously at first.

"I'm not nervous," she said. "I'm determined to live a little."

"Haven't I been a good husband to your he demanded.

"In some ways, yes."

"I read you," he said. "In some ways you're dissatisfied. Don't I give you a good time in bed?"

"Do you want me to answer that truthfully?" she demanded.

"Of course I do," he told her.

"Well," she said frankly, "in a word no. I'm not satisfied with you, dear. You don't put much passion into it anymore."

"I don't what?" he demanded angrily.

"No, Vince," she informed him, "you just do it in mechanical ways."

"Well that's about the most disgusting thing I've ever heard," he snapped angrily.

"You see, lover," she said, "you are living in a different time. Perhaps in the past a woman would take any type of loving and consider it alright. But that is all over. I want someone who can really sock it to me."

"Well when. I get through working at the office, honey," he complained, "I don't feel like socking it to anybody!"

"Oh, you socked it to that cute little chick a few years back," she reminded him.

"That was then," he said.

She looked at him daringly and then she said what was on her mind.

"Well, if I know you, honey," she told him frankly, "you've been playing around and. keeping it secret. I wouldn't trust you further than I can spit."

"Is that a nice thing to say to your husband?" he demanded.

"It's the truth," she said. "I used to get phone calls from different women.

They said they wanted to ask you something about the work at the office. Do you think I fell for that crap?"

"Well, I thought you would," he smiled broadly.

"This is no laughing matter, honey," she said.

"What do you want, a divorce?" Vince finally asked her.

"Oh no," she said. "That would make it all too simple. I want to put you through what you put me through. I want you to lay awake nights wondering who I'm doing it with."

"I married a damned sadist," he said.

"No," she laughed, "I'm a liberated female."

"You are a cheap, lousy-."

"Don't you say it," she said. "I told you if you called me names once more I would step out of your life forever."

"The only reason I'm not using the names," he told her honestly, "is because of what you'd do to me in the courts. You'd carve me up in divorce court, and carry the pieces away."

"Why, honey," she said, "you know I wouldn't do a thing like that. Or would I?"

She was delighting in toying with her husband's emotions, but he was finding no pleasure in his wife's taunting teasing tricks.

"Now the next thing I've got to do," she said, "is bring that magazine home with those gorgeous centerfolds."

"Centerfolds?" he asked. "What do you mean?"

"Well, all of those big he-men sports heroes that are posing in the nude nowadays," she said. "I've just got to drool over them."

"How disgusting," Vince said quickly. "Any sports hero who would bare his body for a lot of women to gawk at him in the buff, must be out of his gourd."

"Not all, dear," she said. "I don't see a thing wrong with a man posing in the nude if •a woman does."

"You wouldn't catch me dead showing my body in the nude," Vance said tightly.

"Well, I hope not, honey," she said. "What that potbelly you have, I'd hate to have people look at, you."

"Damn, you make me mad," he said angrily.

"Wall, how do you think I felt with you looking at all of those Playboy centerfolds and wishing I had a shape like one of those dames?"

"Well," he -said, "there was, nothing wrong with that, that's the way it is with men. After all, men are driven toward women with naked bodies."

"That's slot of crap," she told him. "And from here on in, I'm going to buy male nudes."

"If you keep this up much longer," be warned her, "I'm going to step out of this house."

"Would you care to remove all those years of Playboy?" she asked.

"That's a literary magazine," he said. "And I enjoy reading the articles."

"Well, if that's true, honey," she said, "you won't mind if I tear out all of the nude pictures."

"Don't you touch those," he said fiercely.

"You see," she said, "I touched a raw nerve. You're looking at those women and committing mental masturbation."

"How do you know what I'm doing?" he demanded.

"Well, it's very easy to see, honey," she said. "That look in your eyes when you're looking at those dames means only one thing. You're fucking them mentally."

He didn't haves comeback for that, but he warned her, "I say a man is a man and a woman is a woman. And that's it. And if you try to confuse your role, honey, I've got news for you, I'm through."

"Well, isn't that nice," she said. "If I want the same rights and privileges that you have, it's all over. Oh, it's easy for me to see what a real bastard you are."

"Is that a nice thing to say to your husband? he demanded.

"I'm only telling the truth," she said.

It was perfectly clear to her what he was trying to get across, and it disgusted her more every moment as he persisted in his old thought patterns.

"How about a Saturday night party?" she said.

A knowing look in his wife's eyes. told Vince that it wasn't a party at all that she was concerned with, but a little swap action.

"I'm not going along with it," he said. "I'm not interested in that kind of get together."

"How about cute little Alice Parker?" she smiled. "You've spoken about her enough times."

"Alice Parker is a beauty," he said, "but she's married. Harry wouldn't appreciate me balling with his wife."