A Very Private Club
by Jonathan Gray 


FOREWORD 

One of the most pressing problems in this modern age, particularly for young 
married couples, is how to keep the relationship alive and vital and avoid 
the sense of staleness or boredom that comes when a man and a woman begin to 
take their relationship for granted. Particularly for couples without 
children, this problem, as time goes by, becomes more and more serious. 
Psychologists and marriage counselors alike have explored this problem with 
increasing depth, realizing that the key to a sound, healthy nation lies in 
the strength of its people, most of whom are married. In the book you are 
about to read, this question is explored with stunning psychological detail. 

The story revolves around two couples, the Nolans and the Archers who have 
been good friends since the husbands began working together in the Space 
Center in Florida. like many young married pairs, they spend a lot of time 
together, enjoying the company of people their own age and sharing mutual 
interests. In time, however, the question of sex arises between the four of 
them as friendship begins to extend into the potential of physical desire. 

Added to this is the fact that each of the couples is experiencing sexual 
difficulties within the marital state giving rise to frustrations not easily 
overcome. As a result, the Nolans and the Archers begin to discuss the 
possibilities of a swapping arrangement as a possible answer to their 
problems. And yet, as the narrative continues, further problems arise, as 
the two couples make their daring experiment, that none of them had 
anticipated. 

The author, Jonathan Gray, one of our newest and most talented writers, has 
explored this typical situation with an unusual command of his material. 
Avoiding sensationalism and easy answers, he has attempted to present real 
people struggling to solve real problems, problems that are far from 
uncommon in this modern world of sexual freedom. We, the publishers, feel 
that he has succeeded beyond his own expectations in finding the true 
psychological roots behind swapping arrangements, and, in the characters of 
Dan and Jane Archer as well as Biff and Peggy Nolan he has created people 
with whom you, the reader will quickly identify as you follow their strange, 
sometimes bizarre adventures. 

Here, then, is an illuminating social document which, we are sure, will take 
its place among the true classics of our time. 

-The Publishers 

 CHAPTER ONE 

"The thing I want to know is, how the hell do those guys get it up when 
there's a whole room full of people watching them, with cameras yet? How can 
they keep fucking like that?" 

Dan Archer, an attractive young man in his early twenties, with curly brown 
hair and thick-lashed brown eyes, leaned forward to put his empty Tom 
Collins glass on the coffee table, addressing his question to his host and 
co-worker, Biff Nolan. They were seated in the Nolan apartment, exactly like 
the Archers' own except for its ultra-modern furnishing. Both couples had 
just returned from seeing an x-rated film in Cocoa Beach. 

"Aw listen, man, those chicks probably give those guys a working over first 
so they're hot as a pistol. Shit, you'd have a perpetual hard-on, too, if 
you wandered around all day with a lot of naked broads. Hey Peggy!" he 
called to his wife who was in the kitchen mixing a fresh pitcher of drinks, 
"kick the balcony door open on your way in. It's hotter than hell in here." 
Biff brushed a thick lock of his coal black hair off his forehead. "And so 
am I," he continued, his lips curling into an engagingly sensual half-smile 
as he unbuttoned his short-sleeved cotton shirt and slipped it off, 
revealing his well-muscled chest, covered with a light covering of dark, 
slightly sweat-dampened curling hair. 

"Yes, Cape Kennedy in August is practically tropical, isn't it?" Dan's wife 
Jane replied, getting up from the couch to open the door that opened onto 
the small balcony outside the sixth-floor apartment. The two men watched as 
her well-built, sun-tanned form, clad in a demure pale blue sundress and 
sandals, moved across the room. Biffs eyes trailed reflexively up and down 
her lithe, tawny figure, from the sheen on her honey-blonde, fuck-cut hair 
down to the pale pink polish on her toenails, and then back up again. It was 
the automatic response of the male animal, lasting only a second, but long 
enough to make his thick cock lurch appreciatively in his lightweight summer 
slacks before he turned back to Dan. 

"Yeah," he grinned, "the weather's a bitch, all right, but that's not the 
only kind of hots I'm suffering from!" 

Dan grinned back, accepting the compliment on his wife's good looks, for he 
too had followed her with his eyes, noticing Biffs attention. He was glad he 
had such a beautiful wife. Far from being jealous, he felt proud when other 
men looked at Jane's tawny blonde loveliness with interest, even desire. It 
made him feel more of a stud, to know that men envied him his attractive 
spouse, and probably wondered privately just exactly what she was like in 
bed. 

"Yeah, I know what you mean," he replied easily, and the two men laughed 
knowingly as Jane turned back to the couch. 

"What?" she asked, seeing the amusement on their faces. "What are you 
talking about?" 

"They're talking about sex, honey, as usual," Peggy Nolan interjected, 
coming into the room from the kitchen with a fresh pitcher of Tom Collinses. 
"I knew that movie was a bad idea tonight. Every second Biff isn't 
grease-monkeying down at the base he's talking about hots and hard-ons, and 
after that sexy film I'm not gonna have any peace for a week!" 

Now it was Dan's turn to look over his host's wife, and in the burst of 
laughter that followed her entrance remark, his eyes took in the firmly 
fleshed contours of her well-rounded frame, clad in a pair Of form-fitting 
beige slacks and a lime-green cotton-knit halter top that molded perfectly 
to her softly swaying breasts and contrasted brightly with her mane of 
shoulder-length, copper-colored hair. The sight of Peggy Nolan, as well as 
the memory of the torrid film the two couples had seen, was enough to start 
the blood pounding in his temples. Leaning back on the white leather sofa, 
he slipped his arms around his own wife's shoulders and pulled her closer, 
the satiny texture of her bare skin and the flowery scent of her light 
perfume making him feel even more delightfully sensual. 

"What's the matter, baby? You complaining?" Biff asked jocularly, playfully 
slapping Peggy's slack-encased buttocks as she leaned over the coffee table 
to refill the glasses. 

"Ow!" the green-eyed redhead yelped, straightening up quickly and shooting 
her husband an annoyed glance. "It's not that I'm complaining, honey, but 
sometimes I'd like to see some more of the apartment than the bedroom 
ceiling, know what I mean?" She sat down on a large, wine-colored velvet 
cushion on the floor and turned to Jane. "Honestly, sometimes I think he 
thinks I'm like the machines at the base made out of steel, plug her in and 
she'll run forever!" 

"Aw but baby," her husband continued, "you know how it is ... my rocket 
carries a really heavy pay load. Gotta burn it out if I'm gonna splash down 
on target, you know. Besides, don't I take you to the moon every time I 
blast off?" 

Stimulated by the Tom Collinses and the explicit sex film, Biff wasn't aware 
that his coarse jests, though mildly amusing, were also causing a blush to 
rise to the suntanned cheeks of his voluptuous twenty-four year old wife, 
particularly since his words were punctuated by deft strokes of his fingers 
moving quickly over the upper part of her breasts and then, before Peggy was 
aware of what he was doing, down into the invitingly low-cut "vee" of her 
blouse until they suddenly seized her nipple and gave it a teasing tweak. 

"Dammit, cut it out, Biff!" the surprised housewife remonstrated, her green 
eyes flashing as she withdrew his hand and hastily readjusted her clothes, 
her cheeks now almost as bright as her hair. "Can't you be a gentleman just 
once? You don't see Dan and Jane carrying on like that, do you?" 

Her muscular, dark-haired husband grinned at his buddy like a small boy 
indulging in his favorite mischief. "Broads! Always complaining and saying 
they hate the things they really dig the most, isn't that right, Jane?" The 
good-looking mechanic addressed himself to Dan's wife for confirmation. 

Jane blushed slightly as his dark eyes met hers, and although she smiled in 
return, she quickly looked away afterwards. There was something about Biff 
that unsettled her strangely. He was so different from Dan, and she didn't 
think the difference was entirely in his favor. However, there was something 
about his blunt masculinity that made her very aware of the shortness of her 
skirt and the lowness of her neckline whenever he looked at her. Perhaps it 
was just the after affects of the movie, but Dan's long-legged blonde wife 
found the sight of his nude, suntanned upper torso disturbingly compelling. 

Immediately, she pushed the troubling thought aside. She and Dan were good 
friends with the Nolans, had been ever since they'd met each other nearly a 
year earlier. It had been funny, really. Peggy and Jane made contact at the 
communal washing machine in the basement of their apartment building at 
almost the same time that Biff and Dan met each other at the job. Ever since 
then, they'd been an inseparable foursome, dropping in on each other at all 
hours, going shopping and to the movies, even on short weekend trips 
together. Yes, the Nolans were good friends, and one of the unwritten rules 
of really good friendship, Jane knew, was not to let yourself get involved 
in flirtations, no matter how innocent-seeming they were. 

"By the way," the young blonde began, somewhat anxious to change the 
subject, "wasn't that Charley Mandell sitting behind us?" 

"Yeah, it sure was," her husband replied. "Whew! Did you get a load of those 
two babes who were with him?" 

Biff chuckled shortly, "he probably took 'em to the movie to get 'em warmed 
up for one of his parties later." 

"What do you mean?" Jane asked innocently. 

"Oh honey, haven't you heard?" Peggy replied. "Apparently there's a very 
chummy little group of junior executives over at the base, and they have a 
little group called the Quasar Club. I don't know if all the rumors about 
them are true, but from what I hear, their parties make the action in that 
film tonight look like a Sunday school picnic!" 

"Oh, it's probably true, all right," Biff declared positively. "I had to 
make some deliveries to the club before it opened. They've got a really 
imagine set-up there water beds, colored lights, TV's in every room ... plus 
top security ... man you could lock yourself in there for a week with a 
broad and never have to leave for anything. It's practically as 
well-equipped as a bomb shelter." 

"And ... and they go there to have ... sex parties?" Jane's lightly 
mascaraed eyes widened in astonishment. She'd heard that Charley Mandell was 
a real ladies man. Once or twice she had run into the thirty-five year old 
bachelor computer programmer at the supermarket. He made her uncomfortable, 
with his way of looking at her as though he were mentally undressing her, 
and from what Biff and Dan said, he probably was. But the idea that there 
was actually a ... a sex club operating among the people she saw every day 
was a little hard to believe. "But most of the people here are married ... 
where do they get the girls?" 

Biff looked at her for a moment. Then he turned to Dan. "I really got to 
hand it to you, Dan old man," he began seriously. "You sure know how to 
handle women. Does this little girl know where babies come from yet?" 

Dan laughed, but at the same time he felt a little irritated at his wife's 
naivete. He'd known she was a virgin when he married her, but sometimes it 
seemed that she was determined to remain invincibly ignorant about the finer 
points of sexual pleasure. 

"Honey," he said patronizingly, adopting the same tone Biff had used, "do 
you mean to tell me you've never heard of swinging? Wife swapping? Orgies, 
for Christ's sake? Charley brings a date, and the other women are the wives 
or the dates of the other men who are there." 

"You mean like in the movie tonight?" Jane replied, blushing and feeling a 
little angry at her spouse's patronizing tone. "But ... but that's just 
pornographic fantasy, isn't it? I mean people, ordinary people don't really 
do that sort of thing, do they?" 

"Sure, Jane. Didn't you read about those two baseball players?" Peggy said. 
"Two guys and their wives got together and actually switched lives. Moved 
into each other's houses and everything. It was in all the papers." The 
attractive redhead once again refilled Jane and Dan's glasses, and the 
embarrassed young housewife was glad to have the chance to take a large 
swallow of the refreshing drink in order to hide her confusion. Maybe she 
was very naive, just the way Dan always said. She had heard something about 
the famous ball club wife-swapping, but it hadn't really penetrated her 
consciousness. 

"But ... but how can people actually do things like that? I mean, wouldn't 
it just drive you crazy, Peggy, to see Biff making love to somebody else?" 

"But that's not the way they did it," Dan interjected. Each couple went off 
and switched with the other one's mate. They didn't do a group thing at 
all." 

"Well, they say they didn't," Biff continued a little skeptically, "but I 
don't know." 

"But Biff, wouldn't you be jealous?" Jane persisted. "Wouldn't you just go 
berserk if somebody like Charley Mandell ever laid a hand on Peggy?" 

"If he didn't, I might," Peggy Nolan declared strongly, her scarlet-colored 
lips pursing into an expression of distaste. "Charley Mandell, yeah," Biff 
replied thoughtfully. "But a friend ... I don't know. I mean if my old 
lady's gonna screw around, I'd rather she did it where I can keep an eye on 
her. That way, things don't get out of control, you know? And like I say, if 
it was somebody I knew and was really tight with, maybe it'd be okay. I saw 
a movie once about these Eskimos, and some missionary was asking this Eskimo 
how he could just lend his wife out, like she was a sled or something, and 
the Eskimo says, I'd never lend my sled out, it might get broken, but when 
you give your wife to another guy she always comes back better than new. 
Besides, if I was getting it on with the other guy's wife, too, I think I'd 
be too busy to get jealous," he laughed. "What do you think, Dan?" 

"Yes," Jane turned to her husband. "Could you stand by and let another man 
make love to me?" 

"Well, I don't know. I mean the way Biff describes it, I almost think it 
might be ... exciting...." 

Jane sat back against the cushions, a troubled frown on her face as she 
contemplated her husband's reply. It shocked her deeply, for in her mind, 
marriage morals were very clear and specific. The idea of a wife-swapping 
arrangement definitely didn't seem to be part of the normal, healthy scheme 
of things. And yet they were telling her that people did it all the time, 
and even her own husband looked as though he found the idea appealing. The 
thought was deeply troubling to the young bride, for she and Dan had certain 
problems about what he called her prudishness. She had been trying to let 
herself go in bed with him, and be the kind of loving wife he wanted, but if 
his requirements included actually ... sleeping with other men, well that 
might be going a lot further than she could ever hope to go. 

"Well, what the hell are we waiting for?" Biff suddenly asked, in the 
silence that followed Dan's statement. "Get your clothes off, Peggy, and 
let's get started!" 

Jane jumped at his statement, and then, realizing that he was joking, she 
laughed nervously. Peggy and Dan laughed, too, but for a brief instant, 
their eyes met, before they both looked away. And in that split-second 
glance, Dan suddenly realized that the idea of making love to the well-built 
redheaded wife of his friend Biff wasn't at all unattractive. In fact, for a 
brief instant, he almost wished that Biff weren't joking. The thought made 
his penis jerk and swell hungrily in his tight slacks, and he busied 
himself, with studied calm, in draining the very last drops of melted ice 
and lime juice out of the bottom of his glass. Peggy, too, found herself 
suddenly self-conscious, as though Biffs words had opened a dangerously 
tantalizing door. After all, weren't the four of them the perfect pair of 
couples for something like that? 

She glanced quickly at Jane, and immediately realized it that any kind of 
setup like that would be impossible. Even joking about it was making the 
suntanned blonde look definitely nervous, as though the conversation were 
taking a turn she couldn't handle, and Peggy put the fleetingly tempting 
thought aside. It was silly after all. 

But still ... she felt a warm tingle of excitement at the thought of making 
love to Dan Archer. He was so different from her husband Biff, so smooth and 
considerate. Sometimes, she wondered if the differences between her and Jane 
weren't really a reflection of the way their respective husbands made love 
to them. Jane was so poised and delicate, almost as though she were too 
fragile to be touched, while she, Peggy, definitely had another quality, 
something raunchier that made men feel they could get a little ... familiar. 
Dan's wife practically looked virginal, while from the looks and comments 
Peggy got from truck drivers and construction men, even the merest stranger 
could tell there was nothing sexually remote about her at all. 

Peggy sighed and uncurled herself from the cushion, collecting glasses and 
full ashtrays to take into the kitchen. 

"Dan, I think we should go," Jane declared. "It's really getting late, and 
I'm sure the Nolans want to get to bed." 

"Don't rush off just because I'm cleaning up," Peggy called. "I just want to 
get this together for the morning." 

"No, it's not that. It's just ... I have a little headache, that's all." 

Inwardly Dan flinched at his wife's words. Just like clockwork, he mused. 
Bedtime comes and she's got a headache, or a bellyache or some other damn 
thing ... anything so she doesn't have to fuck! Well not tonight, baby, not 
tonight! 

"Dan, old man, I'll see you tomorrow at the plant," Biff said heartily, 
getting up from his chair and shaking hands with his friend and co-worker. 

"Sure thing, Biff. Peggy...." Jane's young husband turned to find his 
hostess. He was about to extend his hand when, to his surprise, the petite 
redhead stood on tiptoe and lightly kissed his cheek. 

"Good night, Dan," she said, stepping back, a little startled at her own 
action. Then she kissed Jane lightly, too, as though to compensate. 

"Well if that's how it's gonna be!" Biff declared, and before Jane was 
entirely aware of what was happening, she was being encircled by the 
dark-eyed Irishman's strong hairy arms. The young blonde was so startled by 
his sudden advance that she couldn't even struggle when his full, soft lips 
sought hers and planted a long kiss on them. She could only push feebly 
against his hard-muscled, naked chest, feeling a little dizzy as her 
friend's overpowering husband nearly lifted her off her feet. "Good night, 
Janey," Biff said, smiling as he finally let her go, while Peggy and Dan 
laughed at the expression of astonishment on her fine-featured face. He held 
the door open for the Archers, and just as they stepped out into the hall, 
leaned out to call after them, "And don't forget about that Eskimo 
hospitality, kids. It's the coming thing." 

"Come on inside, you big lug," they heard Peggy demand. "Or you're gonna 
need all the hospitality you can get, Eskimo or otherwise, when the 
neighbors get us evicted for disturbing the peace. It's after midnight!" 

* * * 

A few minutes later, the Archer's stepped out of the elevator on their own 
floor, and were on the way down the hall to their own apartment. 

"Phew, I guess I had a little more to drink than I thought I did," Dan 
murmured as he placed the key in the lock. He was a bit unsteady on his 
feet, not really drunk, but pleasantly tipsy and playful. 

"I'll mix you an Alka Seltzer so you can get a good night's sleep." Jane was 
about to switch on the light when her husband stopped her. 

"Leave it off, baby," he suggested. "It's nice in the dark." 

Moonlight was streaming in the balcony window, making it nearly bright 
enough to pick out the print in the matching colonial-style drapes and 
slipcovers. In the half light, Dan slipped his arms around his wife from 
behind, running them over the smooth plane of her cotton-clad abdomen and 
thighs, while his tongue snaked wetly along the lightly scented whiteness of 
her neck and up to her ear, where he rotated it teasingly, blowing warm 
little currents of air into the shell-like orifice. 

"What do you say, Janie?" he whispered, his hands finding the soft swells of 
her breasts and closing over them, kneading their rounded flesh sensually. 
"Shall we swap with Peggy and Biff for an evening? How'd you like to get 
screwed by Biff Nolan?" 

His wife recoiled in shock at his lewd words. Dan never spoke to her like 
that. "Oh Dan, you're drunk!" she remonstrated. "Let go of me. 

In fact, her handsome young husband was more than a little intoxicated as a 
result of the potent drinks Peggy had mixed. The alcohol, combined with the 
various sexual stimuli of the evening the movie, the conversation with their 
neighbors about swapping, and the rush of sexual excitement he felt when 
Biffs well-rounded wife pressed her lips lightly to his cheek, her haughtily 
pointed breasts grazing like fire against his chest were making him feel 
decidedly lustful. The sight of his wife's moonlit silhouette as she twisted 
away from him and moved toward the archway leading to the bedroom did 
nothing to calm him down. 

Christ she's a good-looking woman! he thought hotly, his eyes taking in the 
long taper of her legs and the assured undulation of her hips as she 
disappeared into the shadows of the hall. She looked as though she were made 
for love, as if it were the primary function for which her voluptuously 
inviting form had been conceived. His penis throbbing with anticipation, Dan 
followed her into their bedroom. 

The light by Jane's side of the bed was already on, and she was just taking 
off the blue sundress, leaving herself clad only in a short white lacy slip 
that came to mid-thigh. The soft material clung to her firmly up-thrust 
young breasts like a second skin, outlining the pointed cones of her large, 
pale pink nipples. The muscular young space mechanic grew flush with 
drink-induced desire just looking at her. 

"Did you have a good time tonight, baby," he asked softly, unbuttoning his 
shirt as he came up behind her at the bureau, where she was taking off her 
earrings and collecting her toiletries preparatory to taking a shower. 

"Yes ... yes, I did," Jane began uncertainly, "only...." 

"Only what?" Dan ran his fingers teasingly up along the delicate curve of 
her back, sending little shivers of excitement down her spine. Momentarily 
she savored the feeling, then moved away, as though she weren't quite sure 
whether she wanted it or not. 

"Oh I don't know ... the movie, and everything we had to drink ... I guess 
it gave me a headache, that's all." And although she didn't mention it, the 
twenty-one year old blonde was also troubled by her husband's reference to 
"swapping" with Biff and Peggy. In fact the entire conversation disturbed 
her, although she wasn't entirely sure why. On the one hand, she was shocked 
that Dan could talk so casually about letting another man make love to her. 
After all, even in jest, it wasn't a very nice thing for a man to say to his 
wife, was it? But on the other hand, and this was perhaps what really caused 
her feelings of tremulous uncertainty, she was dimly aware of another 
reaction to the events of the evening. Biff Nolan's sudden kiss, coming on 
top of the casual interchange about group sex, had sent a sudden violent 
stab of ... of desire through her young body, so intense that it had left 
her, for a moment, stunned and shaken. A thought she didn't dare face was 
nibbling at the corners of her consciousness, and threatened to erupt into 
the light of day when Dan touched her. Instinctively she pushed it away, but 
then her head began to pound even harder. She knew Dan wanted to make love 
to her tonight, but her emotional turmoil, coupled with the jackhammer 
throbbing in the base of her skull, made it impossible for her to respond. 

Well, it wouldn't be a problem. Even when drunk, Dan was a perfect 
gentlemen. In all the eighteen months of their marriage, he had never 
demanded anything of her that she didn't want to do. Sometimes, she thought 
vaguely as she removed her dressing gown from the closet, sometimes I almost 
wish he would! 

"Aw, come on, baby, forget about a shower tonight!" her husband urged. His 
cock was throbbing wildly in his pants, and he was consumed with only one 
desire, to make passionate, satisfying love to his curvaceous, 
sweet-smelling blonde spouse, to fuck her like a stallion until she was 
begging for more. 

As she was about to go out the door, his muscular arm caught her around the 
waist and pulled her close so that her whitely swaying breasts, still 
demurely covered by the thin slip, flattened softly against his naked chest. 
With his free hand, he slipped one strap off her shoulder and closed his 
fingers around the nearest fleshy breast while rotating his pelvis against 
her nylon-covered upper thigh so that even through the thickness of his 
trousers and jockey briefs, she could feel the steely hardness of his long, 
fully erect penis. Already, she knew, hot little droplets of premature cum 
were seeping hungrily from the swollen tip, and it felt like a thing alive 
as it lurched achingly against her. 

Urged on by the alcohol and his own lusty thoughts, the sex-hungry young 
husband suddenly lowered his head and, still holding Jane firmly by the 
waist, substituted his lips for his lewdly caressing fingers, sucking 
sensually on the rubbery little tip of her nipple and its surrounding areola 
until he felt it stiffen into a hard little point. His free hand darted 
under her flimsy slip, sliding smoothly up over her thigh, his fingers 
tracing the outline of her elastic panty leg band. Then, moving with 
instinctive sureness, he suddenly slipped his finger inside, right into the 
heated crevice between her hair-fringed cuntal lips. 

Jane heard the sharp intake of his breath as he felt the creamy moisture 
that spread in a light sheen over her soft vaginal flesh and left a tiny 
circle of dampness on the crotch band of her panties. He could feel the 
moisture against his knuckles as he ran the tip of his first two fingers 
frontward from her warmly throbbing cuntal ring to the stamen-like 
protrusion of her tiny clitoris. 

"Ooohh," Jane gasped involuntarily as his index finger brushed teasingly 
over the bud-like organ, lubricating it with her own musky vaginal 
secretions. Reflexively, she grasped his thick forearm with one hand, to 
stop him, as though the fiery sensations produced by his lustily probing 
fingers were too much for her to bear, but the other hand flew up to his 
shoulder, the fingers digging hungrily into his flesh as, her eyes closed in 
momentary surrender, she allowed her headache and her inner conflicts to 
dissolve into something far more pleasant. 

"Oh baby, you're so warm and wet down there," Dan whispered, flicking his 
finger back and forth over the quiveringly sensitive folds of flesh until 
his wife moaned in soft arousal. His own current of desire enveloped him in 
long swells, like rhythmic gusts of wind whirling all around him, sucking 
him up into a warm vortex of sexual excitement. His eyes closed, he was only 
conscious of sensations, of the smells and tastes and textures of his wife's 
semi-naked body. He wanted her, oh God how he wanted her! One climax 
wouldn't be enough; he would have to take her twice, three times, before the 
wild pulsing in his swollen cock and balls would subside. In all the 
eighteen months of his marriage, Dan had never felt so wildly erotic. All of 
a sudden it didn't matter to him that the woman he was lewdly touching and 
licking was his own wife, whose somewhat prim gentility and naivete he had 
always respected, even enjoyed. Now, driven by an animal instinct he had 
never even realized he possessed, she was simply a woman, desirable, 
fuckable, anonymous ... and he was all man! 

With a low moan of lust, he yanked the other slip strap off her shoulder, so 
that both her naked breasts were exposed to his gaze. Then, in one quick 
gesture, he grabbed the top of her slip and the elastic waistband of her 
panties in his hands and, sinking to his knees in front of her on the plush 
gold carpet of the bedroom, pulled both garments roughly down over her 
flaring hips, nearly throwing his wife off balance as he shoved them around 
her ankles. Gripping her thighs in his hands, he spread his long fingers 
wide so that his thumbs would reach the soft cushions of her cuntal lips. He 
separated them, and gazed for an instant at the pinkly glistening surface of 
her tiny skin-enfolded clitoris which, tautened by the pressure on either 
side of it, jutted rigidly outward like a little penis. 

"Dan, what are you doing? Stop ... I can't ... oh! Oooooooohh!" Jolted by 
her husband's sudden aggression, the space mechanic's young wife began to 
protest, but Dan ignored her. Holding his thumbs in position just long 
enough to lower his head so that his mouth was level with her nakedly 
gleaming pussy split, he slid his hands behind her and, seizing her rounded 
buttocks, pulled her whole pelvis forward, closing his lips and tongue over 
her achingly erect little clitoris in an obscene, lust-inciting kiss. The 
sweet pungent taste of her naked pussy and warm vaginal secretions affected 
him like a potent aphrodisiac, and he could feel the cum begin to churn and 
gather in his testicles. 

"Please, Dan, stop ... you know I don't like you to put your mouth on me 
there ... oh ... Oh ... I can't bear it ... ssssttttoooppppppp!" 

Jane pushed desperately at her husband's head and tried to free herself from 
the tight circle of his arms wrapped around her hips and buttocks, but she 
was powerless, both against his strength and the force of the wild feelings 
his obscene caress excited in her naked flesh. Waves of sensuality 
ricocheted through her young body, starting from the tongue-tortured bud of 
her clitoris and winding through her breasts and belly, licking at her like 
tormenting little flames. Once or twice before, Dan had tried to kiss her 
down there, but her reaction of shame and distaste had always deterred him. 
But now! Jane's naive young mind recoiled in shock. He was actually forcing 
his head down between her legs and licking her vagina, while she stood naked 
in their own bedroom, her slip and panties tangled in a heap around her 
ankles! 

Blind panic threatened to overwhelm her, even though her mind told her this 
was a normal sexual act. When they were first married, she had read a book 
about sex that said there was nothing wrong with cunnilingus, that millions 
of perfectly normal couples did it all the time. But though she had tried to 
convince herself, she couldn't argue away the feelings of shame that the 
obscene act aroused within her more strongly than desire. Now with Dan's 
wetly licking tongue driving her crazy with sexual torment, she felt as 
though something inside of her would snap if he didn't stop, and she would 
be reduced to a writhing, lustful animal. She couldn't let it happen! She 
wasn't even certain why, but she knew that something terrible and nameless 
would result if she allowed herself to fall over that dangerously yawning 
precipice. Suddenly, scarcely aware of what she was doing, her pink-tipped 
fingers tangled in his curly brown hair and she yanked, as hard as she 
could. 

"Aaaaagggghhhh!" Dan bellowed, jerking backwards onto his haunches and 
clutching at his scalp. Jane took advantage of his surprise to step quickly 
out of her limp under things and grab up her dressing gown. She was drawing 
it around her like protective armor when Dan, his scalp smarting and his 
eyes flashing with anger, bolted up from the floor. 

"You bitch! You goddamn bitch!" he spat, as he stalked toward her, his fists 
clenched. "If you were a man I'd slug you!" 

"I'm sorry, but you know I don't like that," Jane snapped back nervously and 
a little defensively. 

Sorry! You're always fuckin' sorry! And you don't seem to like a goddamn 
thing I do, do you, Janey?" The young husband was furious. The sharp sting 
of Jane pulling at his hair had been so sudden that it seemed to come from 
nowhere, jolting him out of his rush of passion and into an explosion of 
fury. It was insulting, that's what it was! his drink-fogged brain 
thundered. She was trying to fucking cut off his balls, and he wasn't going 
to stand for it. He was sick of her high and mighty attitude every time he 
wanted a little loving. Biff Nolan wouldn't stand for shit like that, he was 
sure of it. And he wasn't going to either! 

Dan's lips tightened into a thin line of anger, and this blue-eyed wife 
retreated from him, moving away across the room. 

"Dan ... I'm sorry ... " she murmured cautiously. "I didn't mean it...." 

"You meant it all right," he snapped back. Anger, lust and drunkenness 
fought for possession of the young mechanic's brain, and he felt unsteady on 
his feet. Hazily, he could see Jane swathed in the clinging pink folds of 
her dressing gown, like a vision from a dream. Except she wasn't a dream. 
She was flesh and blood, goddammit, and tonight he was going to have her, 
any way he wanted! His eyes roved over the contours of her firmly fleshed 
body, coming to rest at last on the sensual fullness of her lips which, even 
devoid of makeup, were red and inviting. "But that's okay, Janey baby," he 
slurred. "You don't want me to touch you, that's fine. We'll do something 
else instead, something where I don't have to touch your precious little 
cunt at all!" 

"What ... what do you mean?" his wife replied weakly. She'd never seen her 
mild-mannered husband like this. He was almost a stranger, a leering drunken 
stranger who might do anything to her, not the man she married at all. 

"I mean it's about time you learned I'm boss around here! I got a contract 
says I can do anything I want with you in bed, and what I want right now, 
bitch, is for you to kneel down on the floor in front of me and take my cock 
in your mouth and suck me till I cum!" 

Jane's eyes opened wide in shock at the lewd words that her husband hurled 
at her. "No!" she gasped. "I won't do such a disgusting thing. You're drunk, 
Dan, you don't know what you're saying ... Ow!" Her hands flew to her face, 
relinquishing her hold on her dressing gown as she felt the sharp sting of a 
slap on her cheek. It was so fast she didn't even see it coming. 

"Goddamn right I'm drunk," Dan hissed, weaving in front of her and putting 
his hands on her shoulders to steady himself. Rudely he pushed her dressing 
gown aside, nakedly exposing the lush white front of her body. "And there's 
more where that came from, baby, so don't make me mad. Now get down on your 
knees and suck!" 

Trembling with shame, Jane watched as he unbuckled his belt and slid his 
trousers and shorts down around his knees, revealing the ruddy, purplish 
thickness of his blood-engorged cock in full erection. He couldn't be 
serious about wanting her to ... to suck it! But in the next instant she 
realized beyond a doubt that he was, for his hands were on her shoulders, 
pushing her downwards until her legs gave way and she fell to her knees on 
the floor. Tears formed in her eyes as she looked up at his towering form, 
with his blindly swaying cock lurching thickly like an obscene pole. 

Gripping a handful of her short blonde hair roughly in one hand, Dan circled 
the pulsing thickness of his penis with the other and waved it lewdly at 
her, brushing it against her soft lips so that the drops of tart wetness at 
the tip made her draw back. Jane tightened her jaw stubbornly. She wouldn't 
do it. He couldn't make her do it. 

But she didn't count on her young husband's drunken determination. Seeing 
her resistance, he twisted hard on her hair, making her cry out in pain. 

"I said suck me off, bitch! And don't try any funny business with your 
teeth, either, or you'll wish you hadn't!" 

His trembling young wife looked up at him imploringly, but he was too 
overcome by lust and raw male feelings of dominance to notice her. Seeing 
her kneel nakedly before him, he felt like a harem master, free to do as he 
wanted with her nakedly vulnerable flesh. Realizing that resistance was 
fruitless, Jane fought down tears and, closing her eyes, tried to steel 
herself for what he would do. 

She felt his bloated cock-head press insistently against the wall of her 
lips and teeth and, trembling, she opened her mouth slightly. Immediately 
his thick penis surged forward, forcing her lips farther and farther apart, 
as the vein-ridged staff penetrated her wet oral cavern. To her surprise, it 
didn't feel as terrible as she thought it would, although the seminal 
wetness at the tip still made her draw back. A few seconds later, her mouth 
was stuffed with his pulsating thickness, and she struggled to encompass its 
swollen girth with her ovaled lips. It was like a warm, wet, velvet-covered 
pole as it arched downwards, his foreskin sliding back and forth against her 
tongue and the ridged roof of her mouth as his hips began to move with 
obscene rhythm. 

At first his movements were tentative and slow for, himself almost 
completely virginal when they married, Dan Archer had never actually felt a 
woman's lips around his surging staff before. But soon, incredible feelings 
of liquid heat were surging upward through his loins as his passion-driven 
cock accustomed itself to the smooth interior of her mouth. Even the light 
scraping of her teeth over the sensitive underside was pleasurable, adding 
just the right edge of pain to the lewd act he was performing for the first 
time. 

Soon his pelvic thrusts grew faster, until his hips were swinging back and 
forth in a smooth arc, and his bulbous cock-head penetrated to the back of 
Jane's throat with every forward lunge. He could hear the muffled sounds of 
gagging, but it only increased his torrid excitement. He was going to cum 
soon, he could feel it, but he gritted his teeth and tried to hold back. He 
wanted it to last as long as possible. 

Although still nearly numb with shock and outrage, Jane was surprised to 
note that there were other feelings burgeoning within her, feelings that not 
only led her, with instinctive expertise, to find exactly the right 
combination of muscular tension and relaxation to accommodate the swollen 
bulk of her husband's penis, but almost to ... to enjoy it. 

Of their own volition, her hands found their way upward to the tight, hard 
surface of Dan's belly, where his dark pubic hair curled upward toward his 
hairy chest. She touched the jutting hardness of his narrow hips, finding a 
thrill of pleasure in the textures of his leanness, and in the pungent male 
aroma of his genitals. It was true that she felt shamed and humiliated at 
being forced to perform such an obscene act, and it was also true that with 
every forward thrust of his hips she felt for an instant as though she would 
choke. But there was something else, something that made her thighs tremble 
convulsively and her womb clench in dizzy contractions. Was it possible she 
could actually be enjoying the humiliating experience? 

But she had no time to answer the vaguely formed questions that flirted at 
the outskirts of her consciousness. For suddenly Dan's control, maintained 
so far only with difficulty, collapsed under her instinctively deft sucking 
and tonguing. 

"Ah ... ah ... aaaagggghhhhh!" he growled. "Oh shit, it's so good ... I'm 
cumming! I'm cumming!" 

She felt his grip on her head tighten, and an instant later, all thoughts 
vanished from her mind as a cascade of white-hot sticky wetness flooded into 
her mouth, down her frantically gulping throat and outward onto her lips and 
chin. She felt as though she were drowning for a moment, as the torrent of 
cum spurted out of the throbbingly alive penis that seemed to be exploding 
in her mouth. Finally she could only do her best to hold herself steady and 
let him use her, her cheeks hollowing automatically as she tried to swallow 
it all. 

After a few seconds, it was over. She felt the tautness go out of his body, 
and his penis, hard as iron an instant before, quickly grew limp and soft, 
and then slid out of her mouth altogether. Slowly her panting husband 
relaxed his hold on her hair, and falling back on her haunches, Jane wiped 
her mouth off, never taking her eyes from the now flaccid cock that had 
thrust into her with such force. She felt numb and dream-like as she looked 
at it, as though she wasn't altogether certain that the events of the past 
ten minutes had actually taken place. 

"Honey? Are you all right?" The force of his orgasm had sobered Dan a 
little, and for the first time he was fully aware of what he had forced his 
wife to do. It had been wonderful, but now he saw clearly the naked figure 
of his stunned and shaking wife, her breasts rising and falling with her 
heavy breathing, her face streaked with tears and the residue of his sperm. 
Waves of remorse struck him, and he knelt down beside her on the floor, 
touching her as gently as he knew how. "Baby, I'm sorry, I don't know what 
got into me. Are you okay?" 

Jane looked at him blankly for a moment, as though she didn't understand 
exactly what he was saying. 

"I'm not sure," she finally replied confusedly. "I think I am, but I ... I 
just don't know." 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Things were even more lively in the Nolan apartment, two floors above the 
Archers'. In their spacious bedroom, Biff and Peggy were sprawled naked on 
the zebra-striped bedspread. 

Or rather, Biff was sprawled, his legs, spread wide, while over him, her 
copper-colored hair falling forward fan-like over his balls and thighs and 
her pinkly gleaming cuntal split hovering a few inches above his face, was 
Peggy. Her lips were ovaled around the bulbous head of his rigidly erect 
penis, while her manicured fingers stroked the wrinkled surface of his balls 
and his long, thickly pulsing penile shaft. The only light in the room came 
from a tiny night light, which cast eerie shadows over the walls and their 
naked flesh. 

Biff moaned contentedly under his redheaded wife's deft oral ministrations. 
"Baby, you sure know how to suck cock," he murmured appreciatively, savoring 
the sensations of her hair lightly tickling his naked thighs and her breasts 
grazing against his taut, hair-fringed belly. 

I ought to. I get enough practice, his softly sucking wife thought inwardly. 
For unlike Jane 

Archer, Peggy Nolan had long ago discovered that one of her husband's 
favorite bedroom activities was to bury his huge rod of flesh in the buttery 
depths of her mouth. She had even learned to enjoy it, not just as an act in 
itself, but because of all Biff's varied sexual tastes, it was one of the 
easiest on her. She could at least control the pace of his pleasure a little 
bit better than when he was actually fucking her, his powerful body pinning 
her down with his weight, and his pelvis swinging like some huge machine as 
he drove his penis in and out of her with sometimes painful force. 

Not that she didn't enjoy her husband's rough and ready brand of lovemaking. 
Biff was all man, and he turned her on, making her feel, at his best, 
completely, smugly female. But sometimes he seemed to forget that she was 
flesh and blood and, carried away by the force of his own deeply felt 
sexuality, rammed into her like a jackhammer, until all she could do was 
brace herself on the bed or devote all her attention to finding a position 
where his phallic buffeting was less harsh. 

She'd tried talking to him about it, explaining that sometimes she wished he 
would be more gentle and tender. He laughed at first, and then under 
persistent complaints, would promise to be more considerate. But always, as 
his desire mounted, he would forget, and in a few minutes begin plowing into 
her like a pile-driver, oblivious to her pleas for him to go slower, or 
softer. 

"But you liked it, didn't you babe?" he would always ask afterward, a little 
smugly. 

And of course, most of the time, she did. That was the problem. There didn't 
seem to be any way of getting it through to him that even though his rough, 
almost violent lovemaking did give her pleasure, she sometimes wanted 
something different. That was why she had learned to accept his frequent 
insistence that she suck his penis. By taking a more active role in their 
lovemaking, she found she could gradually slow him down, thereby making it 
more satisfying for herself in the long run. Besides, she enjoyed the feel 
of his long, velvety cock sliding in and out of her softly ovaled lips, 
particularly when it was accompanied, as it was at this moment, by the 
sensation of his thick fingers corkscrewing up into her vagina, pleasurably 
stretching the elastic-like inner walls. 

"Mmmmm," she sighed, letting her tongue flick wetly around the circumference 
of his blood-engorged penis, dwelling extra long on the sensitive point on 
the underside where the shaft met the head, then closing her lips around it 
again and drawing on it lightly like a straw. This was the way she liked it, 
slow and easy, a kind of sensuality that seemed to fit perfectly with the 
moonlit, semi-tropical summer night. 

Biff, however, was growing a little restless. True, he was enjoying the 
feelings his wife's deftly moving mouth and tongue excited in his swollen 
penis and large, hairy testicles. In fact, it made him feel like the sexiest 
guy in the world to lie stretched out on the bed while his wife knelt 
nakedly over him, sucking and licking like the most turned-on broad that 
even the most decadent stud could imagine. Gifted with an extremely active 
sex drive, however, quantity of satisfaction was more meaningful to him than 
quality. He knew Peggy was always talking about taking it slow and all that, 
and she wasn't the first woman who had expressed similar sentiments to him. 

But deep down, he thought all that foreplay stuff was a bore at least after 
the first time. What he really liked was to fuck, hard and deep, and most of 
the time he would have preferred to skip the preliminaries and devote the 
time to two or even three orgasms, rather than building up slowly to one. He 
prided himself on being able to cum more than once in a night most of the 
time, and although the amount of alcohol he'd consumed this evening would 
probably make that impossible, his brain was still alive with lewd ideas, 
ideas he was becoming impatient to make actual. 

From his prone position on thee bed, his vision was filled with Peggy's 
naked pussy and the deep crevice that ran from her hotly throbbing little 
clitoris backward and up between her buttocks. He had two fingers of one 
hand firmly inbedded inside her wetly quivering cuntal passage, and now he 
skewered them up as far as they would go, scissoring them open and closed 
inside her cunt and making her squirm with pleasure. She bounced slightly on 
his rigidly extended fingers, pressing herself down on them, and as she did 
so, her buttocks separated slightly, so that he could just barely see the 
entrance to her anus where it nestled between them. 

His eyes zeroed in on the tightly puckered ring which contracted 
involuntarily in sympathetic response to the excitement building in her 
moist and throbbing cunt. Still keeping his fingers sunk deep in her pussy, 
he separated her roundly jiggling ass-cheeks with the fingers of his other 
hand and then worked his thumb up between them until its cushiony tip rested 
flatly against the tight ring of sphincter muscle at the entrance to her 
rectum. 

A shudder went through Peggy's whole body as she felt the pressure of her 
husband's thumb against her back there. Sometimes he liked to worm a finger 
inside, she knew, and whether it was the newness of the sensation, or the 
fact that she was particularly sensitive in that secret place, she always 
reacted as though she'd received an electric shock. It seemed to go right 
through her like a tongue of fire, making her writhe with animal-like 
abandon. 

Biff grinned lustily as he felt her respond. All that take-it-slow stuff was 
a lot of bullshit. He supposed it was normal for chicks to feel that way; 
after all, they were raised different than guys. Peggy had been a virgin 
when he married her, and that was the way he'd wanted it. If she'd been as 
open about sex as he was himself, some other guy would probably have gotten 
to her first. But deep down, he was sure dames really wanted it the same way 
men did; it just took them a little time to find it out, that's all. 

Now he was impatient to get on with it, for a new and, to him delightful, 
idea was taking shape in hid drink and sex-stimulated mind. His cock was 
throbbing and jerking wildly under his wife's tongue and lips, and he wanted 
to get started before she brought him to orgasm. Much as he enjoyed spilling 
his thick load of semen into her mouth, what he had in mind was even more 
exciting to contemplate. She wanted something a little different? Well he'd 
give it to her. In fact, he'd give her the surprise of her life. 

"Hey babe, turn over on your belly," he commanded, withdrawing his rampaging 
cock from her oral cavern and pulling away slightly. 

Peggy hesitated a moment, but the fiery sensations in her wetly dilated 
pussy were all the convincing she needed. Taking it easy was one thing, but 
there was no sense in making it a crusade! The thought of Biffs 
thick-girthed rod plunging up into her vagina from behind, which she 
surmised was what he wanted, was definitely appealing. It was no problem at 
all to swing her leg over so that she was lying belly down on the bed. As 
soon as she was in position, her lusty husband, without removing his lewdly 
probing fingers from her cunt, shifted around behind her, his knees 
straddling her thighs. 

Peggy's heart beat faster with excitement as she felt his fingers slip out 
of her cunt and his hands seize the soft pliant mounds of her buttocks, 
squeezing them and spreading them apart. 

"Oooohhh lover, you really know how to get to me," she sighed softly, as she 
felt him trace the length of her rectal split with his middle finger, 
lingering a moment to circle it lewdly at the entrance to her anus. She 
tensed slightly as he probed at it harder, inserting the tip of his middle 
finger, still wet with her viscous cuntal juices, just inside her tight 
nether hole. 

"Nnnggg! Not so hard," she protested, as he pressed forward. Yet despite the 
slight pain, her body responded with wicked enjoyment, her buttocks raising 
slightly off the bed as she bore down against his rigid probe. Biff had 
caressed her like this before, and though initially she had resisted the 
intimate, almost shameful nature of his touch, she soon grew to enjoy it, 
even crave it, as a very pleasurable adjunct to lovemaking. Indeed, one of 
her very favorite things now was to have his cock stuffed inside her pussy, 
while his finger churned hotly in and out of her tight little rectal hole. 

"Put a pillow under your belly," Biff commanded, his voice heavy with 
excitement. The sight of her naked ass-cheeks wriggling and bouncing beneath 
him was driving him wild with obscene desire, and he could barely restrain 
his excitement long enough to hand her a pillow from the head of the bed, 
still keeping his finger in position as she raised herself awkwardly to put 
it beneath her. 

Once it was in place, he let himself fall forward on her prone body, 
shifting his weight slightly to the side so that his cock fell along the 
length of her rectal split, and she was held firmly in position while still 
giving him room to rummage at will between her defenselessly spread 
ass-cheeks. 

Her low moans of pleasure and pain as he pushed his finger farther up into 
her anus acted on his lust-excited brain like a potent aphrodisiac. He felt 
her hot rectal interior of her anus clutch his finger hard, like a little 
vise, and using a short in and out stroke, he gradually worked it farther 
and farther inside. When he felt the increasingly abandoned movements of her 
body and the quickening of her breath, which now came in short gasps and 
moans, that she was ready, he withdrew his finger with a pop, and positioned 
himself over her, grabbing his cock in one hand and running it up and down 
the length of her split from her cunt to her rectum, driving her wild with 
desire and at the same time lubricating the tip with the heated wetness that 
seeped hungrily from her cunt. As eager now as he was himself, Peggy worked 
her hands under her body and between her legs to stroke his sperm-inflated 
testicles, all the while moaning out her pleasure and encouragement, and 
spreading her legs as far as she could between his own to give him easier 
access to her palpitating cuntal depths. 

She was somewhat surprised to feel Biff position his penis not at her 
vaginal entrance, but against the tight ring of her anal entrance. 

"Biff, you're too high," she began, but before she had time to finish the 
sentence, she suddenly felt an unbearable flash of pain as her obscenely 
aroused young husband pressed forward, driving the very tip of his 
blood-engorged cock just inside her tightly clenched anus. 

"Aaaaiiieee!! ! " she screamed. "Biff, no! It hurts! Stop! Please stop!" 

"Sssshhh," Biff crooned above her. "It'll only hurt for a minute. Relax, 
baby, you're gonna dig it, I promise you!" 

Hot tears rose to Peggy's eyes as his thick cudgel pressed fro ward. Her 
rectum felt as though it were on fire with stinging pain, and she tried 
desperately to free herself, to wriggle away on the bed out of his grasp, 
but she was helpless. Her hands were pinned under her own body, and Biff was 
gripping her shoulder with one hand, while the other held his cock steady. 

Her struggles only excited him more, making him feel like a bull, a 
conquering warrior with her as the spoils of the battle, his to do as he 
wanted with. Gone were all thoughts of tenderness. He wanted to fuck her! 
Drive his lust-swollen cock into her ass no matter how much she resisted, 
until it subjued her and she was begging him for more. Accordingly, he 
gritted his teeth and drove forward again, ignoring the almost painful 
stretching of his thick foreskin as it peeled back over his cockhead. 

"Nnnnooooo!" Peggy wailed, tears beginning to course down her cheeks from 
the unexpected pain. She had never imagined he would do anything like this 
to her, and as she felt her back passage stretch to what she was sure were 
its limits, she hated him for his cruelty. 

The entire head of his cock was inside her now, and Biff paused for a moment 
to get his breath. Peggy's body was as taut as a bowstring and her lightly 
freckled face contorted with pain as she tried to push herself up from her 
prone position. But Biff held her firmly in place, whispering words of 
obscene encouragement into her ear. 

"Oh baby, your ass is so nice and tight. Just relax, it'll be okay in a 
minute. Oh you're such a sweet little fuck! I could hump you for a month and 
never stop!" He looked down in triumph at her cock-stretched anus, then 
grunted and pushed his thickly pulsating cudgel in even farther. 

Peggy thrashed and wailed like a wounded animal, her head thrown back as she 
cried in pain with each loin-searing thrust. Every movement of resistance, 
however, only served to increase her torment, and finally she fell forward, 
sobbing, her mind too consumed with pain and outrage even to hate her 
husband now, as he began to slowly fuck her in and out, each sodomizing 
thrust widening the straining elastic channel and easing his passage. 

Ruthlessly Biff continued to force his huge penis up into her desperately 
straining back passage, grinding his hips lewdly back and forth until his 
rod was in her all the way to the hilt. He paused to savor the lust-peaking 
tightness. Peggy was still moaning and sobbing, all thoughts of escape gone. 
The only thing that mattered was putting an end to the excruciating pain 
which pervaded her naked young body. 

Enjoying the spectacle of his hot-blooded wife, who was usually a match for 
whatever sexual act he decided to explore, so helplessly pinioned, Biff 
reached around in front of her, forcing his hands under their two bodies, 
and separated her moist thin pussy lips, searching for the hard little 
button of her clitoris. He began to massage it with his fingers, at the same 
time developing the back and forth rhythm of his pelvis. Straining as he was 
for his own release, he wasn't going to let Peggy off so easily. No, he was 
going to make her want what he was doing to her he was going to drive her 
crazy until she was begging him to fuck her harder. 

The touch of his fingers on her cuntal lips and tenderly swollen clitoris 
sent a lewd shock through Peggy's skewered body. She couldn't hold still 
under the sharp, intense tickling sensation that surged upward from the 
excited fold of flesh. She could feel it in her belly, in the small of her 
back, and in the hard, pink points of her nipples as they crushed flat 
against the mattress. Her body exploded in an upheaval of movement in every 
direction, as though her mind had short-circuited, overloaded with 
conflicting nerve-messages of pain and pleasure. She flailed her head wildly 
and clawed at the air, emitting little shrieks, desperately squirming her 
body this way and that, seeking an escape from the taunting, tantalizing 
sensations that assaulted her from every direction. 

Every movement of her furiously gyrating pelvis ground Biff's blood-heavy 
penis deeper and deeper into her cruelly ravished rectum. He could feel her 
soft inner walls tighten spasmodically around his invading shaft. Struggling 
to maintain his hold on his wife's raging, twisting body, he pumped steadily 
in and out, feeling his foreskin draw back almost to the breaking point with 
each forward thrust. He bore as deep as he could, spurred on by the agonized 
moans torn from his red-haired wife's parted lips with every lewd, 
sodomizing lunge. 

Peggy's wild movements pushed her body upward until she was half-kneeling, 
supporting herself on her elbows. She was rapidly growing too exhausted to 
resist anymore, and now her red hair fell forward over her head, and her 
breath came in short, heaving gasps. Strangely, the pain in her tortured 
rectum was linking up with the tormenting pleasure in front, in her 
clitoris, and the two combined sent her head whirling. 

"Oooohhh," she moaned deeply, scarcely recognizing the sound of her own 
voice. Her eyes were closed, and skyrockets were going off all through her 
body, especially in her womb, which began to contract urgently, opening 
wider each time, until she felt as though she had ceased to exist except as 
a huge, gaping hole, whose only function was to receive the bludgeoning of a 
huge, sex-maddened male organ. The increasingly aroused young wife no longer 
had a will of her own, but was completely submerged in her body's obscene 
demands. Slowly, like an automaton, she began to lean backward into Biff's 
punishing cock blows, digging her knees into the bed and spreading her legs 
wide. 

On and on it went, until she almost lost consciousness. Despite her 
exhaustion, her body lurched hungrily back onto Biff's cock, as though she 
could never get enough of him. She was cumming! Cumming as she never had 
before! 

Feeling the sudden surge of excitement in his wife's nakedly impaled body, 
Biff could also feel his own churning river of seed coming up to meet it. 
His balls, slapping lewdly at the hot flesh of Peggy's throbbing wet pussy, 
were swollen and aching for release. The muscles at the base of his penis 
contracted violently, and he pumped without cease into his wife's now 
widened rectum, lost in the rushing liquid sensation tearing through his 
drum-tight balls as his sperm strained for freedom and release. 

And suddenly he was there! 

"Unnnggghhhh!" he moaned through clenched teeth. "Aaaahhh! I'm cumming! Oh 
baby, I'm cumming!" 

Everything seemed to stop as jets of steaming cum forced their way up and 
out of his cock and into the hotly clutching depths of Peggy's rectum. She, 
too, was still in the throes of her tumultuous orgasm, and the sudden 
ejaculation of Biff's semen into her rectum in a series of fiery spurts 
triggered the last irresistible spasms of her own release. It seemed as 
though their climax would never end, as he drove into her in slower and 
slower strokes. 

But at last it subsided, and after a few more thrusts, he pulled his slowly 
softening cock out of her anus with a loud, lewd pop, and slumped forward on 
top of her in exhaustion. For a long moment they lay there, breathing 
heavily, and then Peggy pushed her spouse backward onto the bed so that she 
could sit up. Her rectum was sore and chafing, and she could feel his semen 
trickling out of it in a damp stream. Her feelings were a mixture of outrage 
at Biff at his violent sexual assault, and a peculiarly satisfying sense of 
relaxation and relief. She was trying to sort them out when her husband 
opened his eyes and grinned up at her. 

"Hey, baby," he purred, "Maybe I should fuck you up the ass all the time. 
Not bad, huh?" 

Biffs air of smug satisfaction aggravated his abused wife even more. He 
didn't seem aware, much less concerned, that his harsh treatment could 
actually have hurt her. Flashing him a look of anger, Peggy got up from the 
bed and made her way to the bathroom adjoining it. 

"Biff Nolan, you're impossible!" she hurled over her shoulder. 

"Whatsa matter? You dug it didn't you?" 

Always the same, the curvaceous redhead thought wearily. As long as I cum, 
he thinks that's enough, and he's the world's greatest lover! 

"Well, didn't you?" Biff persisted. 

"Yeah, Biff, I dug it ... only...." her voice broke off. What was the use? 

"Only what?" the nakedly reclining young mechanic asked, as though he hadn't 
the faintest idea what was wrong. 

"Only maybe we should really think about swapping, Biff," Peggy replied, 
coming back into the bedroom doorway. '"Cause I just don't think one woman's 
enough for you. I really don't!" 

* * * 

For the next few days, both sets of wives and husbands contemplated the 
events of the superficially innocuous Saturday evening, which seemed to have 
set in motion a chain reaction of explosive feelings that none of them had 
expected. Both Jane and Peggy were somewhat cool toward their husbands after 
their tumultuous sexual encounters. In fact, in the Archer household, sexual 
matters came to a virtual standstill. Feeling somewhat shamefaced about his 
rash behavior, Dan waited for Jane to make the first move. She, on the other 
hand, felt as though she were in some sort of strange limbo. 

Looking at things realistically, she knew that Dan had been practically 
driven to his oral rape, and that in a certain sense, she had brought it on 
herself by her slowness in opening herself to him sexually. Yet what could 
she do? It wasn't that she didn't want to make love to him. Far from it. The 
physical side of marriage was wonderful, and she didn't think she had any 
kind of serious sexual inhibition. Indeed, although her childhood had been 
very sheltered and innocent, she had always looked forward to discovering 
the depths of physical love with the man she would marry. 

Yet, when she was perfectly honest with herself, she was forced to admit 
that deep down inside, she felt a vague sense of ... disappointment, after 
eighteen months of life with Dan Archer. He was, by and large, considerate, 
gentle and kind with her, and she was unable to explain the lack she felt, 
even to herself, but she knew it was there, an empty space between them that 
she had always assumed would be filled in one way or another. 

Her sexual awareness before her marriage had consisted largely of a kind of 
romantic yearning, vague in nature, for the strong, assured lover who would 
lead her gently but firmly into all the mysteries of love and desire. 
Unfortunately, she had never considered the possibility that her husband 
would be scarcely more versed in them than she was herself, and that this 
would create problems. For after the initial flush of passion that she and 
Dan shared, they both seemed to have exhausted their resources. Their sex 
life was rapidly becoming repetitious and a little flat, and she didn't know 
why. Did it mean they didn't love each other anymore? 

To add to her confusion, in the midst of her enforced cock-sucking after the 
get-together with the Nolans, she had actually become excited, with a wild 
eroticism unlike anything she had felt since the early days of their 
marriage. Indeed, it was even somewhat akin to the kind of feeling she had 
imagined long ago, though she didn't see how that was possible, given the 
sordid circumstances and her husband's unaccustomed brutality. 

"I don't know, Peggy," she confided to her friend over coffee the following 
Monday morning. "Maybe I got married too young. It just seems as though I 
don't know anything anymore." 

"Gee, honey," Biff's wife replied sympathetically, "it sounds to me as 
though Dan's the one who was too young. From what you say, maybe he 
should've ... you know ... played around a little more before he settled 
down." 

"But I thought men just knew all those things, instinctively sort of." The 
naive young blonde was genuinely confused, and she looked earnestly at her 
slightly older friend, hoping she could shed some new light on her problems. 
"I mean, you and Biff don't have problems like that, do you?" 

Peggy pursed her lips and took another sip of her coffee before answering 
thoughtfully. "Well, not exactly. like at the beginning, Biff was really 
great. But he'd made it with a lot of girls before he met me. He was 
stationed overseas when he was in the army, and from the stories he tells, 
he really got around." The attractive redhead smiled ruefully. "No, Biff and 
I have our problems, but it's not that he doesn't know his way around the 
bedroom. Just the opposite, in fact." 

"What do you mean?" 

"He's so damned aggressive, Janie. I swear, sometimes I wish we'd just do a 
straight missionary position, no fuss no frills. But with him it's always 
something new, almost as though he's got an ego thing about proving himself 
or something. It's funny. The other night I got to thinking it was me, and I 
started wishing I was more like you. It'd be nice once in awhile to be 
treated like ... like a China doll, instead of an old shoe." 

Jane thought for a minute. Then her face crinkled into a smile. "Maybe we 
ought to switch husbands for a week," she joked. "I'd calm Biff down, and 
you'd...." 

"Pep Dan up?" Peggy finished for her. 

"Yes, that's it!" Jane laughed. 

To her surprise, Peggy fixed her with a completely serious look. "Don't 
think I haven't thought of it!" she replied. 

There was an awkward silence between them for a moment. Suddenly Jane had a 
vivid mental image of what it might be like to actually have the chance to 
go to bed with another man besides her husband, particularly Biff Nolan. She 
remembered her unexpected reaction to his kiss on the fateful Saturday 
night, and turned away, embarrassed and pensive. Part of her, she was 
shocked to realize, wanted to pursue the possibility. But she couldn't. That 
was wrong, wasn't it? 

"Oh dear," she said nervously, rising from the chair. "I think my clothes 
should be out of the dryer now. I'd better go get them." 

And with a peculiar kind of haste, she virtually fled from her own kitchen. 

* * * 

Biff and Dan were less reticent about discussing their marital problems and 
the possible solutions to them. Over lunch in the modern cafeteria in their 
section of the Cape Kennedy space complex, the two attractive young men 
commiserated with each other about the general unpredictability of women, 
and in particular, about what seemed to be the irrationality of their 
respective spouses. 

"I know I shouldn't have flown off the handle the way I did, but Christ, 
Biff, I'm practically at the end of my rope. And I just can't make heads or 
tails out of Jane's reaction. I thought she'd be mad as hell, but she's not 
really, at least not the way she usually gets mad, tears and yelling and all 
that. She just walks around like some kind of zombie, and every once in 
awhile she gives me this weird look. I don't know what to make of it." 

"Sounds to me like maybe she liked it," his swarthy friend replied, munching 
on his roast beef sandwich and assuming the air of a man of the world. 

"No, I don't think that's possible. I mean most women just don't go for that 
kind of rough stuff." 

"Are you kidding? They love it. Peggy's always giving me that line, too, but 
the thing that gets me is, once we're on the mattress, she wiggles and 
squeals like she can't get enough of it. Then later it's like nothing ever 
happened, and she's giving me that 'you're too violent' routine. 

Dan listened, fascinated by Biff's description of his wife's performance in 
bed. He couldn't imagine Jane behaving that way, but the mental image of the 
naked Mrs. Nolan in the throes of sexual pleasure caused his cock to lurch 
with evil interest against the thin material of his tight trousers. 

"I wish I could say I thought you were right," the troubled young husband 
replied, "But Janey's just not like that. She's really quiet and reserved. I 
just don't know how to get her going." 

"Sounds to me like you were on the right track the other night. I'll bet she 
really dug it and was afraid to admit it. Those prim ones go off like a 
firecracker once you learn how to get 'em going." 

"You really think so?" 

"Sure. Probably what you should've done was fuck her right away, right there 
on the floor. Of course, I couldn't swear to it without seeing for myself. 
You never really know what a woman's like until you've actually fucked her." 
He paused for a minute. "Maybe we should try swapping." He said it casually, 
almost lightly, looking directly at his friend to gauge his reaction. 

"You mean you with Jane and me with Peggy?" 

"Sure. What do you think?" 

Dan grinned. "Well it sounds good to me, but we'd never get the girls to go 
along with it." 

"I don't know. I got a feeling Peggy might go for it. In fact she even 
suggested it the other night." 

"She said she wanted to switch with Jane and me?" Dan's eyes widened in 
disbelief. 

"Well, she didn't mention the two of you, it was just in general, she said 
that swapping might be a good idea." 

"Shit, I think Janey'd go through the roof if I ever even mentioned it 
again." 

"So don't mention it. Let it be a surprise," Biff suggested. 

"Terrific. We'll serve a big cake and you'll pop out of it naked with a bell 
on your prick. How the hell am I gonna surprise her with a wife swap?" 

"Very simple, my boy," Peggy's muscular husband replied with an air of mock 
superiority. "You just concentrate on Peggy, and give me a chance to be 
alone with Jane. Then we let nature take its course!" 

 CHAPTER THREE 

I can't believe it. I really can't believe it, Peggy Nolan thought to 
herself wonderingly as she put a fresh stack of records on the phonograph in 
her living room and then excused herself for a moment to make a quick trip 
to the bathroom to freshen her makeup and calm herself down. It was the 
following Thursday night, and the start of a long weekend for Biff and Dan, 
and once again the Archers were spending the evening in the Nolan apartment. 
Except from what Biff had said the day before, this was definitely not going 
to be a night like all the others they had spent together. 

He had first seriously discussed with her the idea of "swinging" with Dan 
and Jane on Tuesday night, cautioning her not to discuss it with Jane 
because Dan wanted to handle it his own way. And then yesterday, he'd told 
her that the Archers were definitely coming, and that Dan had said 
everything was "all right." Right up until the moment the doorbell rang that 
evening, she was certain it couldn't be true. 

"It doesn't make sense," she had declared as she put out a tray of canapes 
on the buffet in the dining room. "How on earth did Dan talk 

Jane into it?" 

"Honey, all I know is he said everything was okay," Biff replied innocently. 
"He didn't tell me the details." 

The attractive redhead applied a light coating of translucent powder to her 
ivory complexion and smoothed away a smudge of mascara at the corner of her 
almost-shaped green eyes. "Well, I guess you never know," she murmured 
philosophically, stepping back to survey her appearance in the full-length 
bathroom mirror. Dan and Jane were definitely here, and her blonde, 
blue-eyed friend was as cool as a cucumber. She herself, by contrast, 
definitely had a case of butterflies in the stomach which seemed to worsen 
every time Jane's tall, wiry husband looked at her with his soft brown eyes. 
He definitely seemed to be one hundred percent in favor of a little action, 
judging from the way his eyes roved over her ripely curving figure, and the 
thick outline of his apparently ample cock in what seemed to be full 
erection inside his tight-fitting slacks. 

In fact, the main reason why Peggy had retreated momentarily to the relative 
calm of the bathroom was because she felt a bit like a schoolgirl at her 
first dance, and in addition to checking out her appearance, she wanted to 
sneak a few puffs of a joint to relax herself. Biff had insisted on rolling 
them, even though Peggy was sure they'd never get their naive neighbors to 
go that far. Now, however, she was glad he had, for the thick, 
sweet-smelling smoke curling down into her lungs like a gentle fog was just 
what she needed to calm her steadily rising excitement. 

From the living room, she could hear the sound of a popular rock record 
beginning as well as the laughter of her husband, and she decided it was 
time to be getting back. Surveying herself in the mirror, she decided that 
she was pleased with the say she looked. The green silk dress she had chosen 
for the evening dipped in front in a low "vee" that revealed the dark 
tempting line of cleavage between her proudly up-thrust young breasts and 
set off the emerald color of her eyes and the golden brown of her suntan to 
perfection. Its knee-length skirt swirled gracefully around her shapely 
legs, which were clad only in a pair of delicate gold thong sandals. Dan 
Archer liked the way she looked, too, she was sure of it. 

"Well, Peggy," she murmured to her reflection, "no sense in putting it off 
any longer." Taking one last drag on the tightly rolled marijuana cigarette, 
she squeezed it out, saved the remainder for later and made her way back 
into the living room. 

No sooner had she reached the doorway than she was swept into the arms of 
Dan Archer who whirled her around the living room until she was breathless 
with laughter. Biff and Jane were dancing exuberantly at one end of the room 
or rather, Jane was dancing while Biff, whistling appreciatively, clapped 
time, his eyes wandering with frank interest over Jane's lithe young body as 
she wriggled and twisted in time to the music. Dan's young wife loved to 
dance, and urged on by the potent drinks Biff kept putting in her glass, she 
was rapidly losing all inhibition, much to the delight of her prospective 
sex partner. 

A moment later, however, after a brief pause, the music changed to a slow 
number, and Peggy's husband drew Dan's wife into his arms before the young 
blonde even had a chance to protest. Hesitating only an instant longer, Dan 
followed suit and held out his arms to Peggy. Her heart beating faster, the 
curvaceous redhead accepted his invitation, slipping into place and letting 
her body sway sensuously to the lush strings of an orchestral arrangement of 
a popular song. 

Dan's own heart beat faster as he held his friend's wife close, savoring the 
musky scent of her perfume and the satiny texture of her supple back under 
his hand. Biff had told him to concentrate on Peggy, and just after they 
came in the door that night, his friend had silently given him the high sign 
that everything was fine. The knowledge that, if all went well, he would 
soon be making love to the attractive redhead acted on his brain like a 
potent aphrodisiac, and he could feel his cock throbbing like a jungle drum 
against his thigh as he drew her closer. As they turned, he could see that 
Biff was maneuvering Jane toward the balcony where for the first time, the 
two couples would be out of each other's sight. He was a little concerned 
about how his naive young wife might react when Biff made his move, but not 
so concerned that he lost track of his steadily rising ardor for his 
co-worker's sensual wife. The dazzling redhead's undulating body felt like 
liquid mercury as they danced, subtly writhing their bodies closer and 
closer together, suggestively touching now and then as desire rose between 
them with mounting urgency. 

"It's nice dancing with you, Dan," Peggy whispered into his ear. "We should 
have done this a long time ago." 

"I think you're right," the young mechanic replied, letting himself drift 
into the spell of sensuality. They let their bodies cling together as the 
music lulled them steadily into a mood of teasing lust. Closing their eyes, 
they forgot about their respective spouses in the awakening of a new sexual 
excitement. 

Meanwhile, Biff had maneuvered Jane out onto the balcony, holding her 
tightly, insistently, his large, strong hands curling tightly around her 
slim waist. For a few moments the intoxicated young blonde found herself 
overpowered in the arms of Peggy's muscular husband and was scarcely aware 
that they were now out on the small balcony, out of sight of the others. But 
as Biff leaned down and began to kiss her hungrily on her red-tinted lips, 
her sense of reality returned, and she found herself pulling away from the 
lusty space-mechanic, a strange knot of tension and fear beginning to gnaw 
in her stomach. 

"Biff, don't," the young blonde wife murmured, trying to keep a 
light-hearted tone as she edged away from Biff and moved to the balcony 
rail. "You're crazy, you know that?" She gazed out at the view, trying to 
avoid him, and let her eyes take in the enchanting sight of the moonlit 
Atlantic Ocean. In the distance she could see the Space Center and a 
gleaming new Apollo rocket standing like a silvery sentinel, a shining 
needle in the night. 

"Crazy, am I?" Biff replied, moving slowly up behind her. His cock was 
pulsing with excitement in the tight crotch of his slacks, already hot with 
anticipation at the thought of fucking his co-worker's succulently desirable 
young wife. Yet he knew that Jane was unaware of the plan he, Dan and Peggy 
had agreed to, and that if he moved too fast with the blue-eyed girl it 
could spoil the whole evening. Subtlety was not one of the muscular young 
Irishman's strong points, for he was used to having his way and much 
preferred a direct, earthy approach, particularly to sex. Still, he tried to 
restrain his animal drives as he moved carefully up behind the blonde wife 
of his co-worker while she stood, seemingly unaware of him, at the balcony. 
Finally Biff came close enough to put his hands on her whitely curving 
shoulders. Jane jumped slightly at this contact yet remained with her back 
to him as he softly squeezed the naked flesh of her shoulders and then 
leaned down to lightly kiss the nape of her neck. 

"Oh, Biff ... what in the world are you doing?" she asked, a trace of 
unmistakable nervousness in her voice. 

"What does it seem like I'm doing?" 

The blonde wife laughed anxiously. 

"What would Peggy say if she saw us?" 

"Peggy doesn't give a damn." Biff continued to lick and kiss the back of her 
neck and shoulders, hoping to rouse the attractive female and smooth the way 
for the first night of swapping. 

For the first time Jane began to grow seriously alarmed about what was 
happening and wished she hadn't worn the low-cut, cream-colored mini-dress 
that Dan had insisted upon. She felt almost naked, particularly with Biff 
behaving so strangely. Something was wrong, she had felt it from the first 
moment she walked into the Nolan's apartment that night, almost as if there 
was something going on that she hadn't been told about. Then, for the first 
time, with a jolting stab of realization, Dan's young wife wondered if there 
was a swapping agreement, an agreement she hadn't been informed of. 

"Why ... why do you say Peggy wouldn't care?" she asked tensely. 

"Cause she's all wrapped up with interests of her own, Biff replied 
casually, letting his hand slide down the curving form of the young wife's 
supple body. "Take a look inside." 

Turning, Jane glanced through the glass sliding doors of the balcony and had 
to suppress a cry of dismay at what she saw; her husband was locked in a 
tight embrace with Peggy Nolan, kissing her passionately, hungrily, in the 
softly-lit living room, their bodies pressing together in unmistakable lust. 
Dan's wife was numb for a moment, scarcely able to comprehend what she saw, 
confused and scared at the same time. 

"Biff ... what is this? What's going on?" 

"Aw, come on, Janie, I don't have to spell it out for you, do I?" 

He pulled the ravishing young wife close to him, forcing her to face him 
now. His muscular arms encircled her and suddenly he clamped his thick, 
eager lips down on hers, kissing her with the full force of his brute ardor. 
For a moment Dan's wife was so shocked by what was happening that she could 
only let herself be helplessly carried away by the space-mechanic's rough 
kiss, but in the next moment a wave of terror and fear tore through her, and 
she pulled away fiercely, her blue eyes blazing with resentment. 

"How dare you!" she hissed. "You've all decided to have a swap tonight, 
haven't you? Without telling me? Haven't you?" 

Biff smiled, almost sheepishly, as the enraged blonde pulled away, 
confronting him. 

"Yeah ... you guessed it Jane." 

"But ... but why didn't you talke to me about it? Why is it happening like 
this?" 

"Aw, well I guess we were afraid you wouldn'g go along. But hell, Janie, I 
knew that if you just got in the mood, you'd see that it was all harmless; 
there's nothing to be scared of." 

"And Dan? Did Dan agree to do this without telling me?" 

"Hell, he practically suggested it!" 

Jane couldn't believe it! How could her own husband have forced her into 
this situation without so much as once asking her about it or preparing her? 
She felt betrayed and resentful and deeply embarrassed for being put into 
this position with their closest friends. How could she ever face them again 
after this? How could she go on from here? 

At that moment Biff, a wide smile on his lips, began to advance once more 
towards the disturbed young wife. 

"No need to get all upset, babe, just join the party," he said, convinced 
that his personal charisma was enough to banish the blonde girl's fears. 

"Don't you touch me," she snapped suddenly, "Don't you come near me!" 

Dan's young wife moved quickly away from the muscular space-mechanic and ran 
into the living room, interrupting Dan and Peggy's torrid embrace. 

"Dan!" she cried, hot tears of disbelief and anxiety blurring her blue eyes, 
"How could you do this to me? How could you? You arranged this, all of you, 
without telling me!" 

At her remark, Peggy turned to Dan, her eyes flashing in anger. 

"Dan! You didn't tell Jane about this? Oh! You men!" 

The brown-haired space-mechanic shrugged his shoulders guiltily then went 
toward the trembling figure of his wife and attempted to embrace her. 

"I'm sorry honey, but...." 

But Jane suddenly burst into tears and slipped away from him, finally 
collapsing miserably into a large-cushioned chair, weeping bitterly. At that 
moment Biff appeared from the balcony and the two husbands glanced at each 
other helplessly. 

"Oh, honestly!" Biff's red-haired wife said, glaring at the two men with 
disgust. Then she quickly moved to her weeping blonde friend, sat next to 
her and put her arms around her shoulders with maternal tenderness. "Janie, 
I had no idea they didn't warn you. Really, honey. I'm so sorry this had to 
happen." 

"Peggy, I feel so awful," the blonde wife blurted through her tears. 

"I'm sure you do. Listen, come with me into the bedroom for a minute. Come 
on." 

Jane let herself be guided out of the chair towards the bedroom, grateful 
for Peggy's help. 

"Is there anything we can do?" Biff asked, feeling like a guilty schoolboy. 

"I think you've both done quite enough already," his wife snapped. "Now you 
two just stay out of this and let me talk to Jane." With a last angry glance 
at her husband, Peggy guided Jane out of the living room down the hall 
toward the bedroom. 

Dan sat down on the sofa, disturbed that things had worked out so badly. 

"Shit," he said, "I didn't think she'd go off the deep end like this." 

"Ah, don't worry about it," his co-worker said, sitting across from him and 
taking an irregular-looking hand-rolled cigarette from a container on the 
glass-topped coffee table. "Let Peggy handle it. Jane's just scared, that's 
all. She'll be all right. Just leave it to that wife of mine. Now, how about 
relaxing and having a smoke." 

"A cigarette? No. Not now." 

"No, not a cigarette. Maryjane! Some grass!" 

"Grass? You mean marijuana? I never knew you smoked that stuff!" 

"Sure, just now and then. Why not? It's a hell of a lot of fun. And man, for 
sex there's nothin' better! Peggy and I didn't want to mention it before, 
but I think this is as good a time as any." 

"Yeah, but isn't that stuff illegal?" 

"Listen, so was alcohol during prohibition. Don't worry about it, just try 
it!" 

At first Dan was reluctant to take the tightly rolled cigarette his friend 
offered him, yet after consideration he decided to try it. After all, it 
looked like the projected swapping party was a bust so maybe he should make 
the best of a bad situation. 

"Ah, let me try it. Why the hell not." 

"That's the spirit," Biff replied, lighting a match and extending it towards 
the strange 'cigarette.' 

* * * 

Inside the bedroom, meanwhile, Jane was lying face down on the wide 
queen-size bed, weeping softly while her red-haired friend sat next to her, 
trying to console the miserable young wife. Peggy was furious that neither 
Dan or Biff had taken the trouble to tell Jane what was going to happen. She 
had always loved the pretty blonde girl, for Jane was the best female friend 
she had ever had. And now she felt closer to her than ever and wanted to 
make sure that nothing happened to the friendship. 

"Janie, it's okay. It was stupid of Dan not to say anything. I didn't know 
they hadn't told you. Believe me, I thought you knew. Otherwise...." 

"Oh Peggy, I'm glad to hear that." It was a relief, at least, that her 
friend hadn't been part of the conspiracy. "But I don't think I can go 
through with it ... I'm ... I'm scared...." 

"Believe me there's nothing to be scared about. You've got something all 
built up in your mind like it's the end of the world or something. But 
Janie, you don't have to be afraid of having fun or of sex ... or of your 
own body." 

Dan's young wife knew that there was truth to what her friend was saying. 
She had always had difficulty just letting go and enjoying herself, 
particularly where sex was concerned. 

"Have ... have you ever done this before, Peggy?" 

"No, this is my first time, too ... but honey, I look at it this way: we're 
all good friends. We like each other ... I don't know, love each other 
maybe. Maybe we're making the biggest mistake of our lives doing this, but I 
feel it's worth a try. Because it's always there in the back of our minds, 
and it always will be there unless we deal with it directly." 

The red-haired female gently stroked the short-cropped blonde hair of her 
best friend, feeling uncommonly affectionate toward her, like a mother or an 
older sister. She wanted to help Jane in any way she could and show her that 
she loved her. It was strange, but in that moment she could almost have ... 
almost have made love to Jane! It was a strange notion, and yet, out of the 
sympathy she felt for Dan's wife, an odd kind of desire and warmth was 
rippling through her ripely curving body, a rising outpouring of love that 
seemed to want to express itself in physical ways. 

Maybe if I could get her to relax with me, she thought inwardly, with my 
body, maybe she wouldn't be so afraid of trying a swap. It's crazy, but 
maybe... 

"Listen, Janie, I don't want to push you into anything you don't want to do. 
We don't have to hurry this thing." 

Listening to her red-haired friend talk made things seem more clear to the 
young wife. She knew she was acting practically like a high school virgin. 
After all, Peggy seemed to take it in her stride, the lively redhead didn't 
seem to think twice about something like swapping and seemed no worse off 
for her sexual attitudes. Maybe, Jane realized, something like a swap would 
actually help she and Dan with their marital difficulties. Somehow she had 
always managed to shift the blame to her handsome young husband as the cause 
of their sexual awkwardness, side-stepping her own prudishness. But still, 
the thought of letting Biff Nolan make love to her made chills of terror 
ripple through her slender young frame. 

"Oh, Peggy," she moaned, her face still buried in the pillow, "I want to let 
go ... really ... but I'm just too afraid. I always get scared at the last 
minute...." 

"Well, maybe I've got something that can help you," the redhead answered. 
Casually opening a small drawer in the nightstand next to the bed, she 
withdrew a hand-rolled cigarette, similar to the one Biff had offered Dan. 
"I want you to try something, Jane. A special kind of Mexican cigarette. I 
think it will relax you. Then we'll see what happens. Will you try it?" 

"Peggy," the blonde young wife replied, turning her tear-stained face up to 
her buxom friend, "at this point, I'll try anything." 

* * * 

Meanwhile, in the living room, Biff was carefully instructing Dan in the 
ritual of smoking marijuana. 

"Just inhale deeply and take the smoke all the way in. I think you'll dig 
it." 

"Have you been using this stuff a long time?" Dan asked, after taking a long 
drag on the cigarette and passing it back to Biff. 

"Long enough." 

After a few drags, Jane's young husband found himself feeling light-headed, 
almost weightless. 

"Kind of nice," he murmured. A euphoric feeling seemed to insinuate itself 
through his muscular body, and he was startled to discover that after a few 
minutes the living room looked different, somehow brighter. And Biff the 
outlines of his body were becoming liquid and his features were changing. 
Somehow it all seemed perfectly natural and quite pleasant. 

"Did you say something, Biff?" he asked suddenly. 

"Not a thing, man," his friend replied, a broad smile on his lips. "Not a 
thing." 

* * * 

"Janie, come over to the mirror. I want to show you something." 

Peggy had watched her friend smoke the entire marijuana joint while she had 
smoked one herself. The blonde young girl seemed definitely more relaxed 
now, and she offered no resistance as Peggy led her across the bedroom to 
the large, full-length mirror. She felt strange but not at all uncomfortable 
as though she'd had a little too much to drink but not enough to make her 
drunk, just tipsy and pleasantly high. The soft scent of Peggy's perfume 
reached her nostrils. It was like a flower garden, and she smiled warmly to 
herself. 

"You smell good," she murmured, inhaling deeply. 

"So do you," Peggy replied, standing next to her with an arm around her 
shoulders. "Good enough to eat." 

Her friend's words struck Dan's wife as extraordinarily funny, and she broke 
into peals of laughter until she had to lean on her friend for support. She 
couldn't imagine why she suddenly felt so good, so light. Only minutes 
before, her whole life had seemed to be turning into a nightmare, but now 
everything seemed wonderful. 

Peggy was laughing, too, although inwardly her mind was spinning with plans. 
She had decided that she would have to take matters into her own hands to 
break through Jane's fears, and although she knew what she had in mind could 
make matters even worse, there was a good chance that it would work. Things 
were too far gone now to call it a day. The two couples would probably lose 
complete contact if the matter ended where it was. No, further steps had to 
be taken, and mentally the seductive redhead crossed her fingers and hoped 
that what she was about to do would, as she hoped, help the situation. 

"You watch in the mirror, Jane," she said softly, "I'm going to show you 
something." Standing behind the stoned young blonde, Peggy slowly began to 
slip the cream-colored minidress from Jane's softly curving body, gently 
lowering the dress down until it was completely removed; Jane, completely 
absorbed in the sensations of pleasure and delight that coursed through her 
body, offered no resistance and instead watched, fascinated. 

"See how pretty you are?" Peggy murmured, running her tapering fingers over 
Jane's smooth, sloping shoulders and down the sides of her arms; her downy 
blonde hair was soft under her hands. Dan's wife felt delicious little 
tremors everywhere her friend's hands touched her, and the balmy night air, 
drifting through the partly opened window of the bedroom, felt lovely on her 
nakedly exposed skin. 

"Mnnnnn," she sighed, closing her eyes and letting her head roll lazily on 
her shoulders. "That feels good." 

"I want you to feel good, Janie. I want to make you feel good." The tenderly 
stroking redhead brushed aside her friend's short blonde curls and lightly, 
imperceptibly, began to run her tongue down the side of the other girl's 
neck. 

It was strange how things were working out, the voluptuous redhead realized, 
for her affection toward Jane was growing stronger and stronger, to the 
point where physical contact was the most natural thing in the world. Peggy 
knew that her blonde friend had been scared by Biff's crude approach, and 
with a little tenderness perhaps she wouldn't be so afraid to let go. Biff's 
wife had never been so intimate with a woman before, and yet it all felt 
familiar and perfectly natural. She wanted to touch Jane, to hold her, 
comfort her, even ... even kiss her ... and yes, perhaps even make love to 
her. Irresistible feelings of love and desire seemed to radiate to every 
part of her sun-bronzed body as she gently caressed her pretty blonde girl 
friend and licked her lightly on the skin. 

Jane laughed a little and stretched as Peggy unhooked her brassiere and 
slipped it off. Opening her eyes, she was fascinated by the sight of her own 
body reflected in the mirror, and curiously, she reached up and touched the 
soft fullness of the underside of her breasts. She had almost never allowed 
herself to touch herself like that or look at her own body in the mirror. 
But now, under the calming, euphoric influence of the drug, she felt 
wonderfully liberated and alive. She loved the way Peggy was playing with 
her naked body, it seemed so natural and so pleasant. At that moment she 
wanted to return her friend's affection and let all the warm emotion she 
felt toward Biff's red-haired wife express itself physically. But, she 
thought, that's wrong, isn't it? Sinful even? But oh, it felt so good. 

"Oh Peggy," she whispered, "it feels so wonderful when you touch me like 
that. I've ... I've never felt this way before." 

"Honey, you've got a gorgeous body. Really. You know, sometimes I think 
you're too afraid of it." Tenderly, Peggy placed her own hands over Jane's 
and began to knead and manipulate the firmly swelling mounds. The blonde 
young wife sighed as a ripple of arousal flowed through her. Unconsciously, 
still under the spell of the drug, she began to turn her body this way and 
that, arching her back to emphasize the fullness of her roundly curving 
breasts. 

Peggy was pleased and somewhat surprised as Dan's wife seemed to offer no 
resistance at all now. Good old grass, she thought to herself, it works 
every time. Her own sense of drug-heightened desire was beginning to mount 
in her lushly endowed body, and the redheaded female longed to be out of her 
own clothes. But she knew better than to rush things. This was a very 
special night, and she wanted to let things happen naturally. 

Gently, she slipped her thumbs under the tight elastic waistband of Jane's 
white nylon panties and slowly eased them down over her smoothly curving 
hips and thighs until they fell in a heap around her ankles. Her own 
breathing began to come faster and faster at the sight of her friend's 
completely naked body, the white skin gleaming like marble in the soft light 
of the bedroom. Quickly, Peggy unzipped her own dress and pulled it lightly 
over her shoulders and off. She was wearing only a pair of blue-silk bikini 
panties underneath. Leaving her friend for a moment, she carefully placed 
her dress over a chair, along with Jane's then took another marijuana 
cigarette from the drawer and lit it. 

"Here," she said, gliding smoothly across the room to where Jane was still 
mesmerized before the mirror. "Have a little more." 

Dan's wife's eyes were glazed and dreamy as she turned to her friend. She 
felt as though she were floating, and Peggy also seemed to be outside of 
gravity, an apparition from another world. At first Jane was slightly 
startled to see her friend almost completely naked, her scarlet hair 
cascading down in long waves over her tawny shoulders. But, thanks to the 
drug, she accepted her friend's nakedness as unconsciously as she accepted 
her own. All her sense of fear had seemed to vanish by magic, and she had 
nearly forgotten that their scheming husbands had tried to maneuver her into 
a swap. 

She accepted the joint with one hand and with the other, almost 
unconsciously reached out and touched her red-haired friend's long, silky 
hair. Her heart began to beat faster as she took a deep puff on the 
cigarette. Her sense of right and wrong seemed less potent than before, 
leaving her aware only of the sense of pleasure that pervaded her body as 
she lightly stroked Peggy's hair then experimentally lowered her hand to 
touch her ripe, full breast. 

Peggy drew in her breath sharply at her friend's touch. She could feel their 
mutual excitement; it was almost tangible in the air of the softly lighted 
bedroom. Without knowing why, she took Jane's pretty face in her hands, 
slowly drawing her closer and then pressed her lips against Dan's wife in a 
long, tender kiss. 

Jane was momentarily shocked at the sensation of smooth, feminine lips 
against her own; Petty was so smooth, so soft, so gentle ... she was only 
dimly aware, through her thick, drug-induced haze, that she was actually 
kissing the wife of her husband's co-worker. Yet there was a quality of 
Tightness about it that warded off the stabs of fear that had taken hold of 
her when Biff had made his advances. But still, her anxiety was strong 
enough to make her pull away momentarily, glancing up like a small child 
into the face of her red-haired friend. 

"Peggy ... Peggy, why are you doing this?" 

"Because I love you, honey. And because I don't want you to be afraid of me 
and Biff. I want to be more than just your friend, I want to be like a 
sister to you ... and maybe ... maybe even more than that. Don't be afraid. 
Trust me. There's nothing in the world to be afraid of." 

In that moment Jane knew that Peggy wanted to make love to her, and yet, 
with this warm female, she strangely felt no terror. Biff's wife's eyes were 
so soft, shining with a gentle green radiance that seemed to banish all fear 
from the young wife's mind. No, strange as it seemed, the idea of making 
love to her friend filled her with an odd kind of joy, stronger than any 
reservation she might have had. Her drug-fogged mind made little shivers of 
pleasure and desire sizzle through her nakedly exposed frame, and everything 
in her longed to drift into Peggy's tender embrace. 

"I trust you, Peggy," she whispered, finally. "Show me what I have to do." 

Smiling with infinite warmth, the red-haired female took a step backwards 
and slowly lowered her panties until she, too, was fully naked. Then she 
reached out tenderly and pulled Jane into a close embrace, luxuriating in 
the pleasure of their bare soft breasts rubbing against each others' as she 
undulated sensually against Jane's body. 

Dan's wife worked her trembling hands upward between their tightly locked 
bodies until she found the full mounds of Peggy's ripely swelling breasts. 
She touched the wide soft nipples and wondered in awe as they grew wrinkled 
and taut under her touch. They seemed to function all by themselves. Her own 
nipples, too, she realized, were growing hard as Peggy began to manipulate 
the rosy tips, running the palms of her hands over them until they stood up 
in tight little points. Then Biffs wife bent down and took her friend's 
trembling nipples between her lips, sucking and biting them, sending shivers 
of warm excitement through Jane's entire body. 

"Mmmmm," she sighed, running her hands through the flaming strands of 
Peggy's hair, which brushed silkily over the nakedly exposed skin of her 
breasts and stomach. It was as if she were lost in a wonderful sensuous 
dream, far from the everyday world of the Space Center. She was an exotic, 
passionate creature who lived only for pleasure. Glancing to one side, Dan's 
wife could see their reflection in the mirror. There she was, completely 
naked with Peggy falling to her knees in front of her, running her hands 
over the firm, slightly rounded contours of the drugged blonde's belly and 
then down over her smoothly tapering thighs. It was unreal, as though Jane 
had suddenly become a priestess or an ancient love goddess. The image 
excited her, and she found herself growing increasingly aroused as Peggy's 
tongue began to flick lightly over her abdomen, sending licking little 
flames of lewd desire shooting throughout her body. 

Peggy stood up suddenly, and Jane saw the dark, coppery triangle of her 
pubic hair standing out in sharp relief against her friend's golden skin. 
Biff's wife stared at her, her eyes bright with desire. She hadn't expected 
that her own reaction would be so strong, so potent, but the fact was that 
she was trembling with desire for the short-haired blonde girl, and that her 
experiment to relax Jane was working equally well with her. It was the first 
time she had made Sapphic overtures to another woman, although she had seen 
enough of it in some of those films that were so popular now and read about 
it in the books that Biff kept bringing home to "spice things up," as her 
over-eager husband always put it. She had meant only to make Dan's wife more 
comfortable, to prepare her for a swapping scene, but now, more than 
anything in the world, she wanted to make love to her friend, and 
instinctively, because she harbored no fear about sex, she knew just what to 
do. Taking Jane's hand, Peggy led her to the bed and gently eased her back 
on it, lying down beside her. She separated the young blonde's legs with her 
hands and began running her fingers through the golden curls of Jane's pubic 
hair, all the while murmuring velvety endearments in her ear. 

"Jane, I've never felt quite this way before ... even with Biff ... but it 
feels so right ... so damn right...." 

"For me, too," her friend whispered back, "in fact, it feels wonderful." 
Light, tingling sensations of pure pleasure were twining through her tawny 
naked body, and the young wife felt overwhelming affection for her 
red-haired companion. A world seemed to be opening up to her that she never 
knew existed. She and Peggy were on the brink of something forbidden, even 
sinful, and yet Jane knew that nothing in the world could stop her now. 
There was a feeling of inevitability about the whole thing, and if she 
couldn't bear the idea of making love with Biff, she saw no reason not to 
try it with Peggy. Her friend was right, she was too scared, too afraid of 
everything. But now she wasn't. She wasn't afraid of anything! 

"Oh, Peggy ... Peggy," she murmured lovingly. 

Inwardly thrilled by her response, Biffs wife began to probe her middle 
finger along the warmly pulsing flesh of Jane's vaginal outer lips, stroking 
back and forth over the whole expanse, her fingers brushing against the warm 
moistness of the pussy entrance and the quivering hardness of her tiny 
clitoris. Peggy knew that even though this was the first time for both of 
them, unconsciously she herself had wanted this for a long time. Out of the 
desire to help her friend, she had made a startling personal discovery: that 
she wanted to make love to Jane Archer. A sense of relief and joy pervaded 
her with every instinctive move she made with Dan's honey-blonde wife, and 
it was as if this was something she had been preparing for without knowing 
it. 

Without abandoning her hold on Jane's nakedly submissive body, Peggy shifted 
her position on the bed so that she was kneeling up between her friend's 
lewdly spread legs. Using both hands, the curious redhead began to separate 
the hair-lined lips that rimmed Jane's tight little vagina. The flesh of her 
pussy was a deep pink hue, almost lavender in her present excited state. A 
few droplets of moisture had seeped out of the inner passage and trickled 
down towards her anus, darkly concealed between the voluptuous mounds of her 
buttocks. 

The excited redhead spread her friend's thighs as wide as they would go and 
suddenly lowered her face downward into the tempting golden triangle, 
pressing her friend's thighs against her flushed cheeks and burying herself 
in the warm wetness of her cuntal flesh. She immediately loved the heady 
aroma of Jane's aroused body, and the feel of the softly resilient flesh. 
Her pink tongue snaked out suddenly and ran up and down the whole length of 
Jane's blonde-trimmed pussy-lips. 

"Aaaahhh!" Jane groaned suddenly, half in ecstasy, half in surprise as 
Peggy's hot wet tongue darted teasingly around her vulnerable cunt. For a 
moment her body struggled to pull away, as a wave of old terror tried to 
take over, yet in the next instant, aided by the strong marijuana, a 
euphoric cloud of delight enveloped her, a feeling so strong that she was 
overwhelmed by the magic sense of pleasure it brought. Nothing like this had 
ever happened to her before, and in the presence of such ravishing 
excitement she could only surrender to its insistent force. "Oooooh ... 
Oooohhh...." 

* * * 

"What the hell are those two doing in there?" Biff wondered lazily. He and 
Dan were sprawled in a drug stupor in the living room, waiting to see what 
would happen next. 

"Damned if I know," Jane's husband remarked. He had almost lost 
consciousness of time and place since smoking the marijuana joints, and his 
body felt light, relaxed and buoyant. Yet still, he hadn't forgotten that 
Jane's reaction to the swap had been extremely negative and that neither he 
or Biff knew where to go from here. "Maybe we should go in and take a look." 

Dan got up suddenly, but was struck by a wave of dizziness and almost fell 
over as he got to his feet. The room seemed to be going around, and he had 
to support himself momentarily against the wall. 

"Easy there," Biff cautioned, as he rose from the couch, although much 
slower, being more familiar with the effects of the drug. Together the two 
young husbands made their way toward the small hallway that led down to the 
bedroom. As they approached the door, they heard squeals of pleasure, and 
they both stopped short, puzzled. 

"What the fuck goes on?" Peggy's husband wondered aloud. 

"Damned if I know." 

Their curiosity piqued, Biff motioned for his friend to be very quiet, and 
together they approached the bedroom door and silently pushed it open. Both 
men's eyes widened in disbelief at what they saw. Peggy and Jane were in the 
middle of the huge double bed, locked in a lewd sixty-nine position, lapping 
eagerly at each other's naked cunts, clutching at each other's gleaming 
bodies with their hands and moaning and twisting in what looked like rapt 
ecstasy! 

"I must be hallucinating," Dan murmured in disbelief. He rubbed his eyes and 
tried to clarify his focus, but the lewdly exciting scene was still taking 
place. Peggy and Jane were eating each other out and showing every sign of 
enjoying it! 

"Goddamn!" Biff remarked, his jaw hanging in astonishment. "Goddamn!" 

It was the last thing in the world he expected to see, and after the initial 
shocked surprise, the muscular space-mechanic's penis gave an excited lurch 
at the obscene sight. He'd never seen such a tantalizing array of breasts 
and buttocks and naked pussies. His wife was straddled now over Jane's 
blonde-framed face, her own face buried up between Dan's wife's legs which 
were spread wide in obscene sexual abandon as Jane pulled her friend down 
further on her eagerly lapping mouth. 

A hot spasm of arousal tore through Biff and feverishly his hands reached 
for the zipper of his fly to free his already bulging cock from the confines 
of his trousers. He clasped it eagerly in his fist, bending his knees a 
little and arching his back to push it forward as he began manipulating it 
obscenely up and down, feeling his balls begin to tighten and throb as he 
did so. 

Dan, on the other hand, was still totally absorbed in the sight of his 
formerly prim wife writhing in torrid lesbian abandon with his co-worker's 
spouse. It was unbelievable! But there it was, not only astonishing, even 
shocking, but undeniably exciting too. His thick penis began to lurch wildly 
in his trousers at the incredibly erotic sight on the bed; at that moment he 
turned and was astonished to see his friend gleefully masturbating while his 
dark eyes bugged out in lusty appreciation. 

"What the hell are you doing, Biff?" Dan asked, startled by his friend's 
behavior. 

"Pullin' my joint, man! What are you waiting for? The action's started! It's 
every man for himself now!" 

Dan stood dumbstruck for a moment; then a broad smile spread across his 
face. In the next moment he had quickly pulled out his own thickly extended 
penis and began to happily jerk it up and down while his wife and Biffs 
lapped excitedly at each other's pussies. 

If Peggy and Jane had noticed their arrival on the scene, they showed no 
sign that it disturbed them. Their naked bodies, gleaming with 
passion-induced perspiration, continued to undulate obscenely together as 
both females began to experience orgasm together. They moaned and writhed 
ecstatically as their eager mouths pressed hungrily into each other's wildly 
throbbing pussies. Biff's wife's whitely gleaming buttocks bobbed up and 
down in stark contrast with her tan as she crushed her cunt against Jane's 
whirling, ramming tongue. Her vaginal passage heaved with pleasure as climax 
after climax began to shudder through her hot moist cuntal walls. 

"MMMNNNNGRRRNNNN!" she moaned into Dan's wife's wetly throbbing pussy flesh. 
She was thrilled to the core of her being, for the sensations she 
experienced were totally new and beyond her wildest expectations. 

Jane, too, was experiencing overwhelming release as she drove her tongue 
into Peggy's steaming pussy flesh with instinctive expertise. A whole new 
world had opened up for her, sensations she never knew existed now sizzled 
wildly in her twisting young body, and for the first time in her life she 
abandoned herself completely to the pleasures of the flesh. It was ironic, 
she knew, that this unexpected passionate encounter with the wife of her 
husband's best friend could have led her to finally release her deepest 
needs, but it was true. Wonderfully true! She had finally broken through 
years of sexual anxiety in the arms of Peggy Nolan! Now her vagina hummed 
joyously in release as waves of orgasmic heat rolled through her loins. She 
was cumming! Cumming fully, with a sense of relief and happiness that she 
had never known before! And with a woman! 

"Rrrrgghhh!" she moaned, shivering in orgasmic convulsion. "Nnnggh!" 

Watching at the doorway, Jane's husband felt himself break out in a sweat as 
he watched the two women making love. His thickly swollen penis was an angry 
purplish color, and his hot male seed was straining desperately for release. 
He felt it coiling like a spring deep within his balls, all ready to gush 
outward in a matter of seconds. The marijuana he had smoked earlier made him 
aware of every nuance of pleasure with a clarity he had never known before. 
He had never seen his cock so thickly distended; it looked like a ramrod, 
upright and powerful. He wanted to plunge it immediately into something 
soft, fuck it relentlessly up into a tightly grasping little female pussy. 

At that moment, Biff, as if reading his friend's mind, grunted excitedly 
from his position next to him. 

"Shit! What the hell are we beating our meat in the hallway for? Let's go in 
and join the fun!" 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Dan didn't need any extended urging. He flung open the door and was quickly 
inside the bedroom, ripping off his clothes as he went. His already naked 
co-worker was right behind him. 

Their wives, meantime, were rocking excitedly in the grips of their titanic 
mutual orgasm. Jane was moaning endlessly now, like a delighted little 
animal, and Peggy's voice joined hers, rising in a high-pitched wail. Their 
bodies began thrashing furiously on the wide bed, the only thing keeping 
them together being the tight grasp each woman had around the other's hips. 
They rolled over and over on the bed, feeling their simultaneous orgasms 
taking them up, up into an all-enveloping, mind-shattering delight where 
they drifted for an instant, moaning in pleasure, melding into one 
cataclysmic climax. 

Dan's wife's eyes were closed. She was floating, incredibly free of the 
cares that had plagued her before. Peggy, too, her head resting lightly on 
Jane's thigh, felt unutterably content. She rolled over languorously on the 
bed, stretching, and then opened her eyes. 

"Oh!" she exclaimed, startled at the sight that greeted her. "Jane, honey, I 
think we've got some company." 

Dan's wife opened her eyes in time to see the two men, now totally naked, 
approaching the bed. 

"How long have you guys been watching?" she asked, feeling very awkward, and 
wishing she could cover herself with a sheet. 

"Long enough, Janie!" Biff remarked gleefully. "Guess you changed your mind, 
huh?" 

At first the blonde wife didn't know quite what he meant, but then, in a 
rush of memory, she realized that all this had begun when she had refused 
his advances as part of a swap. She turned quickly to Peggy for help. 

"What do we do now?" she asked. 

"Well," the redhead said thoughtfully, "from the looks of these two, I think 
maybe we better try that swap. What do you think? Can you make it?" 

Jane gazed up into Peggy's warm green eyes. For a moment she wanted to run 
away, as she had done the first time, but she realized that after her torrid 
experience with her friend she now felt unafraid, in fact she was actually 
primed for the forbidden experiment. 

"Okay," she said, "I'll try it." 

"Whoopee!" Biff yelped happily, like a drunken cowboy. Turning, he grabbed 
Dan's hand and shook it vigorously. "Good luck, man. See you at the finish 
line." 

In the next moment the two men clambered eagerly onto the wide bed, each 
heading for the other's spouse. Jane, seeing Biff approach her so eagerly, 
drew back slightly in alarm. He knelt before her on the bed, looking even 
more massive and muscular than he did when he was dressed. His stiff, 
blood-engorged cock stood up sharply from the jungle-like tangle of his 
black pubic hair, the veins swollen and distended. She could see a few drops 
of pre-cum glistening on the tip. 

"What ... what do you want me to do?" she asked timidly. 

"Mmmmmm, how about rollin' over on your belly, okay?" 

"I ... I...." but before the apprehensive blonde wife could reply, Biff had 
gripped her warmly throbbing young body with his strong hands and had turned 
her over on the bed, quickly positioning her in a kneeling position. Jane 
turned to her right, hoping to contact Dan for help, but she could see that 
her husband and Peggy were quickly absorbed in their own pleasure. 

Biff's co-worker had slipped quickly into the open arms of the eager 
redhead. There had always been a deep, unspoken attraction between the two 
of them, and now, the way cleared for the swapping experiment thanks to 
Peggy's unexpected seduction of Jane, the lean, curly-haired space 
technician abandoned himself to the heated desire that held his mind and 
body in its sway. Within seconds he and Peggy were kissing hungrily on the 
bed, hardly conscious of what the other two were up to. Their lips burned 
together with hot messages of lust, and their naked bodies writhed in aching 
longing, while their hands eagerly explored each other's hotly naked bodies. 
Biff's wife explored every inch of Dan's tight, hard body, then reached down 
greedily to grasp the fleshy stiffness of his ragingly erect cock, letting 
her palms rub sensuously over the pulsing sac of his balls. 

Stabs of lust pierced the young husband's loins and thundered through his 
body with overwhelming intensity. The sense of exhilaration he experienced, 
now that he was free to explore the body of his co-worker's wife, charged 
him with lusty excitement. There was a sense of newness and fresh vitality 
in having another beautiful woman to love, and the pleasure was doubled in 
the fact that he did not have to do it on the sly. This was an open 
experiment, in which both couples could explore sexuality with each other's 
spouses. Maybe the future would present problems, but for the present, Dan 
knew, it was fantastic! With a deep moan of pleasure, he buried his face 
greedily between the deeply-cleft mounds of Peggy's voluptuous breasts and 
ran his lewdly sucking mouth over first one and then the other, every part 
of his nakedly aroused body burning with unleashed passion. 

Peggy, meanwhile, was nearly delirious with sensual delight; she gripped one 
of Jane's husband's hands and placed it directly on the madly throbbing 
mound of her vaginal triangle. At once, Dan stiffened his middle finger and 
began to burrow it lewdly up into her already moistened cuntal interior. 
Thanks to the wild tongue-fucking between the two wives, his extended finger 
slid easily all the way up inside. He began to rotate it into the rapidly 
widening interior while still sucking, biting, and slavering wetly over her 
warmly heaving breasts. 

Beside them on the bed, Biff was preparing to skewer Dan's wife dog-fashion 
as she knelt nervously before him on the bed. Jane's eyes were shut, and she 
was wishing that Peggy's husband would make love to her the way Dan was 
doing to Peggy. But Biff seemed to be in no mood for foreplay. Certainly 
Jane didn't need it, for the encounter with Biff's red-haired wife had 
brought her to the aching pinnacle of passion, and her naked young body 
still sizzled with burning excitement. Still, she had never been in this 
strange kneeling position before, and she wondered what would come next. 

Behind her, Biff was aroused to the peak of lust at the sight of the 
ravishing blonde wife of his best friend kneeling submissively before him. 
Gripping the massive girth of his thick-veined column of male flesh in his 
hand, he leered down at her nakedly quivering buttocks. His brain was 
reeling with obscene thoughts, spurred by the new swap situation, and for a 
moment he was tempted to fuck her in her anus, which he had a hunch was 
virgin territory. He couldn't take his eyes off the narrow crack between the 
lush mounds of her whitely glistening ass-cheeks. But then he thought better 
of it. There was plenty of time for that stuff later, he knew, and there was 
no point in doing something that might put his buddy's wife uptight again. 
Right now his cock was burning to get inside of her invitingly wet pink 
cunt. The mere thought of it was driving him half-mad with desire. 

With a sudden, unexpected movement, he drove his middle finger deep into the 
open cuntal interior of the young wife, shoving it in upward from behind. 
Although she was already fully lubricated, his harsh gesture made a spasm of 
pain stab through Jane's loins and she jerked forward in shock. Yet, not 
wanting to create problems, she kept a firm check on herself and did not cry 
out. After all, she had agreed to the experiment, she couldn't back out now. 
Yet inwardly she hoped Biff Nolan would be gentle with her. 

Biff wormed his finger hungrily into the buttery depths of the blonde wife's 
vaginal passage, delighting in the clamp of the tight wet flesh around his 
obscenely burrowing finger. Another rumble of lust tore through his powerful 
muscular body, and he quickly withdrew his finger from her wetly heated 
pussy and positioned himself between her legs behind her kneeling body. 
Then, placing the swollen head of his thickly distended cock at the warm wet 
entrance to her pussy, he suddenly plunged his huge, lust-thickened penis up 
into her tightly clasping cuntal sheath. The force of his rough lunge sent 
her hurtling forward as his massive rod of flesh slid in up to the hilt in 
one cruel, forward thrusting stroke. His sperm-bloated testicles bounced 
luridly against the backs of her roundly fleshed thighs as Biff began a 
slow, even fuck, stroking his pulsating cock in and out of her greedily 
clutching pussy, each thrust making a lewd wet sluicing sound. 

Jane struggled not to cry out as Peggy's husband battered into her from 
behind, but his rough fucking made her cuntal interior burn with bruising 
pain, despite the lubrication. She had never been taken in such a direct 
manner before, and certainly never in this position, and she closed her eyes 
tightly, trying to keep from crying, and Biff's powerful body jolted into 
her from behind time and time again, making her feel like a hot log was 
being rammed into her resisting pussy flesh. Flashes of muffled pain seemed 
to explode in her loins, and her defenseless body shivered from the blows as 
Dan's co-worker knifed viciously into her, plowing upward into her 
widespread pussy flesh with harsh strokes, and relishing the surge of male 
power that tore through him with each battering lunge. 

Beside them on the bed, Peggy tore her attention away from Dan for a moment 
and saw her muscular husband fucking savagely into Jane from behind. At that 
moment, she knew she wanted Dan to come inside her. 

"Oh, take me now," she cooed as the curly-haired young space-mechanic still 
sucked on her breasts and wormed his stiffened middle finger deeper into her 
hotly moist cunt. "Now ... Fuck me, Dan!" 

Swiftly Jane's husband pulled away from the aroused redhead and straddled 
her, placing his flexed legs between her widely splayed limbs, pressing his 
palms on the mattress above her shoulders, hovering over her like a lusting 
stallion, his rigidly distended penis jerking eagerly at the entrance to her 
welcoming cunt. Peggy spread her legs wide, then swiftly snaked her hands 
down and curled them around his wildly throbbing penis, guiding it between 
the lips of her passion-drenched vagina. At that moment, Dan thrust his hips 
forward and drove up into her welcoming pussy with one strong, hot stroke. 

"OOOOOOOOHHHHHH," she moaned beneath him as she thrilled to feel her warm, 
elastic-like sheath slipping wetly over his sensitive shaft of male flesh. 
His long, bloated cock burrowed up her eagerly widening cunt and his huge, 
hairy balls slapped hard against the rounded cheeks of her buttocks as Peggy 
groaned from within, a low, savage moan of ecstasy. 

Jane's young husband could scarcely believe the overwhelming sense of power 
and brute male strength that pervaded him! The tempestuous redhead was 
calling up a wild, barbaric side of him that he had been unable to tap in 
his sexual life with his own wife. While he knew there was much that was 
rewarding in his physical relationship with Jane, there were other needs, 
other passions that he just didn't seem able to release with her. But with 
Peggy it was a different story, for the chemistry between them, at least at 
the moment, called forth a deeper, animalistic drive from deep in the 
handsome space-mechanic's unconscious that had been crying for attention. 
Eagerly Dan pulled back and thrust into her wetly receptive pussy with 
increasing savagery while the wantonly writhing wife of his best friend 
squealed with delight, increasing Dan's triumphant sense of raw potency. 

Peggy also was experiencing incredible new discoveries, for as Dan began to 
fuck her in earnest, sawing into her with forcefully slamming strokes, there 
was a quality of excitement that she had only rarely felt with Biff. There 
was an edge of tenderness, particularly in the foreplay, that had touched 
just the right nerve in the stunning redhead, an extra touch of gentleness 
and care that Peggy knew her own husband would never have considered 
important. As a result, she felt more wildly aroused than she had for 
months. Responding with rapidly mounting pleasure, she began to arch her 
body with each plunging stroke from her husband's co-worker, allowing 
herself to be lifted off the mattress from the sheer force of his fucking. 
She began to moan ceaselessly, opening and closing her milk-white legs 
around his driving hips and tossing her head from side to side in torrid 
sensual abandon. 

"Oh God, YEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!" she cried in ecstasy, "YEEESSSS!" 

Beside them, Biff and Jane were making discoveries of their own. Dan's wife 
found, much to her amazement, that the initial resistance and pain she 
experienced from her best friend's husband's brutal rearward fuck soon began 
to subside, and instead, hot flickers of savage passion began to ripple 
through her slim young body. She had only rarely had such barbaric 
sensations before, tantalizing hints of a deeper kind of sexuality that had 
rarely come fully to the surface when Dan made love to her. Despite her 
initial mistrust of Biff, he was calling forth a kind of titanic eroticism 
that the pretty blonde didn't know existed inside of her. Her newly-awakened 
body was responding like a plant that had been too-long denied the water it 
needed for growth, hungry now for the cruel fucking Biff was giving to her. 
Yes, she couldn't deny it, she craved it from the depths of her being, from 
the very bottom of her soul. 

"OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!" she mewled, animal-like, as warm, urgent pleasure began 
to envelop her from head to foot. It was as if her whitely glistening body 
was beginning to melt in heated waves of undulating delight that produced an 
irresistible gnawing desire deep within her cock-ravaged cunt. 

Although her mind still struggled occasionally, terrified of letting go 
completely, her submissively kneeling body, jolted out of its long passivity 
by Biff's traumatizing assault, began to move in a slow inexorable rhythm, 
her buttocks leaning back into his burgeoning strokes with unabashed hunger. 
Her mind was spinning out of her conscious control, and she was pervaded by 
a maelstrom of sexual feeling unlike anything she had ever felt before, even 
with her own husband! She could feel Peggy's husband's muscular, 
sweat-drenched body squirming and twisting into her from behind, taking her 
to excruciating heights of pleasure as her loins churned with blazing 
passion. 

Behind her, Biff reveled shamelessly in the excitement of brutally fucking 
the sensitive flesh of his co-worker's wife. There was something about the 
fact that she was more resistant than Peggy, more vulnerable and reserved 
that gave an added dash of spice to the fierce copulation. It was almost as 
if he knew what to expect from his own wife, that the twinge of unknown 
response was missing. But with Jane, he felt as if he was fucking for the 
first time, it was a new conquest in unexplored territory and it worked on 
him with the force of a powerful aphrodisiac. He fucked her mercilessly, his 
iron-hard shaft battering her brutally from behind while the demoniacally 
aroused wife wailed and bucked beneath him. 

"Oh you're a good fuck, Janie," he howled, "A GOOOOOOD FFFFUUUUUUUCCCKKK!" 

Dan, meanwhile, barely heard his buddy's cries of pleasure for he was 
rapidly nearing his climax. He could feel his plunging cock growing and 
expanding inside of Peggy's writhing, pleasure-wracked body, until it seemed 
that it was going to explode from the exquisite, aching delight building up 
in his cum-filled testicles below. At that moment he knew she was nearing 
orgasm, for the lewdly erotic female gripped him tight with her thighs, 
opening and closing them in time to his lunging blows into her rampantly 
palpitating cuntal sheath. 

"FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK MEEEEEEE," Peggy gasped, as she suddenly jackknifed her 
knees back against her obscenely dancing breasts, offering him the full 
opening of her wetly upraised crotch. Her eyes rolled uncontrollably in her 
head and her face contorted into a mask of unbridled demonic pleasure as 
Biff's wife neared the final moment of torturous release. "I'M 
CUMMMINNNNNGGGGG! CCCCCCCCCUUUUUUMMMIIIIINNNNN GGGG!" 

She pulled her thighs back tighter until the whole of her stretched pink 
vaginal split was presented up to him in total submission for him to batter 
and pummel as he willed. Her ankles locked over his shoulders and her 
scalding pussy squirmed beneath him, heaving and drenched with torrential 
orgasm. 

Dan's own climax was nearing the point of eruption too, for his thickly 
inflated balls heated to the boiling point with their heavy load of cum, and 
his cruelly knifing cock began to jerk in uncontrollable spasms within 
Peggy's violently quivering vaginal depths. 

"AH ... AH ... A A A A A HHHHHHHHHHH!! " he cried out, throwing back his 
head in exhilarating pleasure. Jets of thickly scalding sperm squirted out 
like burning lava from his lurching penis and filled the wriggling redhead's 
steaming loins with a seemingly endless stream of gushing male seed. 

Biff and Jane, hearing the cries of orgasm from their respective spouses, 
found their own responses redoubling, as if they, too, wanted to reach their 
climax in sympathetic urgency. The excited blonde wife wailed and moaned 
now, carried away completely by the bestial force of their copulation. It 
was even hurting her now, but hurting her with a delicious pleasurable kind 
of torture that surged through every inch of nakedly splayed frame. She 
wanted it to go on forever, and yet at the same time she drove herself on 
furiously, straining for the final release from the aching sexual tension. 
Forgotten now was her sense of inhibition and anxiety. All she cared about 
was the delicious throbbing in her lust-battered pussy as she plunged her 
quivering buttocks backwards to receive each deeply thrilling blow from 
Peggy's husband's thickly distended cock. Her cuntal depths were drenched 
with moisture now, and pulsed incessantly, as he rhythmically slammed into 
her like a super-charged machine. Suddenly her body was wracked with new, 
even more galvanic thrills, intense beyond belief, and she knew 
instinctively that she was approaching the irresistible peak of their 
feverish union. 

Biff's passion too was mounting rapidly. His lust-tightened balls swelled 
with boiling sperm as they slapped lewdly against the quivering thighs of 
his best friend's delirious young wife. His lust-swollen cock shuddered 
wildly as his moment of orgasm grew closer. And suddenly he was there! His 
thickly muscled frame jerked spasmodically as he jetted his thickly scalding 
semen into Jane's rapidly pumping cuntal depths. Wave after wave of 
white-hot cum spurted from his massively throbbing cockhead, making him as 
exultant as a Tartar chieftain at the moment of victory. 

Simultaneously, Dan's wife felt herself opening, opening unbelievably, her 
womb stretching wide as though an inner earthquake were splitting her apart. 
"RRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGNNNNNNNNN Oh God, oh God, I'm cumming!" she groaned, 
carried away completely by the force of her orgasm. She lurched back onto 
Biff's blood-engorged rod, her vaginal muscles sucking and grasping it 
greedily, eager for every drop of his hot cum. Their two naked bodies rocked 
together for what seemed like hours until finally Biff's penis relaxed into 
limp flaccidity inside her semen-drenched cunt. He withdrew from her slowly, 
her vaginal depths still shuddering from the overwhelming climax, and 
flopped back on the bed. Moments later Jane fell forward in a heap on her 
belly, totally exhausted. 

Next to them, Peggy and Dan were lying side by side, smoking languidly on 
cigarettes, and watching the last moment of their respective mates' torrid 
fuck with bemused smiles. When it was all over, Jane's husband turned to his 
redheaded companion. 

"Those two aren't bad, are they?" 

"No," Peggy responded, a pensive arch to her eyebrow, "not bad. For 
amateurs." 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

A few weeks after that first tumultuous orgy, Jane Archer sat alone in the 
kitchen of her apartment sipping thoughtfully at a cup of coffee. She had 
just finished cleaning up and had dressed in a snug yellow blouse and orange 
mini-skirt preparatory to a trip to the nearby supermarket to do some 
shopping. Yet, before going, she decided to stop for a moment and think 
through the events that had taken place after the fateful night when she and 
Dan decided to try a swapping arrangement with the Nolans. 

One thing was certain, the exchange of marital partners had certainly 
brought new vitality to everyone's sexual lives. Dan's wife had never felt 
so free and subsequent get-togethers had proved just as illuminating as the 
first time. It seemed that just about every position and combination had 
been tried, and the pretty blonde wife was amazed to realized just how many 
different ways people could make love together. Certainly Biff's rough brand 
of sex was bringing out a whole new quality in her, a raw, animal drive that 
changed Jane's entire concept of what sex was all about. And the others 
seemed to feel that everything was working out for them as well. Their 
friendship, always good before the sex, had now become better and better, 
and all the undertones of sexual innuendo that had always frightened Dan's 
wife before were a thing of the past. On the surface, everything seemed just 
fine. 

But yet there was something wrong, something that Jane had felt almost from 
the first orgy but had never been able to identify. At first she thought it 
was the fact that Biff still seemed to rough and abrupt with her, that he 
insisted on practically brutalizing her when he wanted to fuck. The pretty 
blonde wife would have preferred it if Peggy's husband had just a little 
more of the consideration that Dan always showed, although with Dan it had 
been a case of too much of the other extreme. Yet, even this was not 
precisely the problem she was trying to put her finger on because what she 
couldn't get from Biff she could get from her own husband, and certainly 
their own sex life was getting better and better, although in truth she now 
saw more of Biff in bed than her husband. 

Then suddenly she knew what it was that concerned her. And it wasn't really 
a sexual problem although that came into it. It was something between her 
husband and Peggy. Jane didn't mind at all that they made love together; in 
fact it kind of excited her now to watch Dan copulating with the redheaded 
wife of their friend. 

But Jane thought she detected something else growing between them, something 
she noticed in the way they talked together sometimes, low and intimate, as 
if they didn't want her or Biff to hear. They would make little jokes 
together and be very attentive in ways that disturbed Jane. At first she 
thought she was probably just being silly, and that the whole thing was all 
in her imagination; yet now, the more she thought about it, there was a 
definite resentment building up inside of her about the relationship between 
her husband and Peggy Nolan. He seemed to be paying more attention to his 
co-worker's wife than to his own. 

Janie Archer, she suddenly thought to herself, it looks like you're jealous. 
There's no other word for it. Jealous. 

She tried to reason the thought out of her mind, to explain it away as petty 
foolishness. But the more she thought about it, the more the young blonde 
wife felt that the key to her concern was jealousy towards Peggy. A 
jealousy, however, not completely unfounded, for there was no mistaking that 
Dan was becoming more and more charmed by the redhead. His wife was becoming 
afraid that what started as harmless swapping could end up in actual 
separation, and that's the last thing in the world she wanted. She loved Dan 
too deeply to even consider leaving him. But she liked Peggy, too, 
particularly since they had made love together. She didn't want the 
friendship destroyed as well. At that moment, Jane realized that there were 
deeper complications to the new arrangements that she hadn't considered 
before. And something had to be done about it now before it was too late. 
But what? 

Sighing deeply, she glanced up at the clock and realized she had to hurry to 
get to the market in time to do her shopping. She rose from the table, put 
her cup and saucer in the sink and picked up her bag, heading for the door. 
Yet, in the back of her mind the problem still held sway, and she wondered 
what, if anything, she could do about it. 

* * * 

At. the frozen food counter of the Save 'n Shop supermarket Charlie Mandell 
was idly picking through boxes of peas and french style green beans while 
his eyes darted quickly around him looking through the crowds of shoppers to 
see if there were any young pretty girls. 

He was an average size man in his late thirties with a muscular, if slightly 
overweight physique, with modishly long sandy-colored hair, lightly flecked 
with gray. In his younger days he was considered quite boyishly handsome. 
Although the boyishness was not as apparent now, his gray-green eyes still 
sparkled with a youthful vitality, and the copper-colored goatee he sported 
on his chin gave him a slightly devilish, satyr-like quality that made him 
an attractive male. He wore a white silk sports shirt that was open down to 
his navel, revealing a sandy-colored matt of chest hair. His trousers, 
fitted in a skin-tight continental fashion, were black and added to his 
image of a rather dapper, self-confident man, projecting both youth and 
jaded experience. like Biff and Dan, he worked at the Space Center, but as a 
computer programmer, his status there was almost that of a Junior Executive, 
and he always thought of himself in a much higher class than the common 
workman. 

He was one of the few bachelors working on the Space Program at Cape Kennedy 
although he had been through a short ill-fated marriage a few years back 
that he now preferred to forget. He had two main drives in his life: money 
and women. His job provided him with plenty of the former, and his 
insatiable appetite for roundly curving females kept him ever on the alert 
for more of the second. Now, while he shopped, he kept a sharp eye out for 
new prospects "fresh meat," as he sometimes referred to his latest 
love-partner of the moment. 

You've been in Florida too long, he mused to himself, dropping a box of 
frozen peas in the basket. Between the Club and your steady cruising, you've 
been through most of the good pussy within a hundred miles. Maybe it's time 
to move on. 

Pushing his basket ahead of him, he was passing the detergent shelves when 
he suddenly stopped short, his eyes narrowing in with interest on a pretty, 
short-haired blonde girl who stood at the end of the aisle. 

Now that's kind of nice, ol' man. Why don't you just amble over and get 
acquainted. 

The goateed libertine began to stroll down the aisle when he realized that 
the object of his attention was no stranger. 

"My God! Jane Archer!" he said in surprise as he parked his basket directly 
in front of hers. "I didn't recognize you!" 

Charlie could scarcely believe that this gorgeous creature was the same girl 
he'd met once or twice before. She had always seemed rather prim and proper, 
always dressing in conservative, school-girlish clothes. Now, however, she 
was attired in a clinging blouse and mini-skirt that left nothing to the 
imagination. And more than her clothes, there was a certain air about her, 
an indefinite feeling of sensuality that was never apparent before. 

"Oh, hi, Charlie!" Jane bubbled, recognizing the dapper computer programmer. 
"It's been a long time. How have you been?" 

"Fine and dandy, baby. As always. And how are you? You look to me like 
you've gone through some changes." 

"Well ... maybe I have. Anyway, I feel fine." 

Jane was surprised to be talking so freely to Mandell, as she had always 
disliked him before, particularly because of all the rumors she had heard 
about the Quasar Club, and Charlie's free and easy sex life. This time, she 
noted inwardly, she didn't feel so self-conscious with him, and she 
attributed to her recent sexual awakening. 

"Well," the goateed man continued, "tell me, what's been going on. Dan get a 
raise? Or have you and your old man got a love potion prescription?" 

"Oh, really, Charlie," Jane giggled, "the things you say sometimes. But 
maybe you're right. Maybe we do have a love potion." Dan's wife was 
surprised to find herself behaving so coyly with Mandell, almost as if she 
wanted to let him know that the wasn't a prissy spinsterish type anymore. It 
was silly, she knew, but since her introduction to swapping, she felt much 
more liberated and didn't mind letting people know. 

"Well, where can I get some of it, Jane? Life's been a little stale lately. 
I could use a boost." 

"You? Charlie, don't kid me. You don't need a love potion, you've got all 
the girls you want." 

"No, not quite." He let his voice drop a bit lower, and there was a faint 
hint of intimacy in it now. "There's still one or two girls I can't seem to 
get through to." 

Jane found herself staring at him. almost hypnotized by the light in his 
gray eyes. He seemed to be looking at her in a deeply meaningful way with a 
hint of erotic mischief. 

"I find that hard to believe," she said, somewhat quietly, oddly compelled 
by him and for the first time, a little attracted to him as well. 

"Do you? Well ... you know how it is. Some people like to swing ... and 
other people don't." 

"Yes ... that's true...." 

"Now ... you and Dan ... you never seemed like swinger types before...." 

"And now?" 

"I'm not sure." There was a long pause, and Jane found herself glancing 
unaccountably away from Charlie's penetrating stare. "If I were sure ... I'd 
ask you and Dan to come over to the Quasar Club next Saturday. You know 
about the club?" 

"Yes. I've heard about it." Dan's wife looked directly into Charlie's eyes 
now, suddenly unafraid. "Would you like us to come?" 

"I certainly would." 

At first, Jane had been tempted to put a stop to the whole oddly flirtatious 
conversation at once. Both she and Charlie knew what they were talking 
about, that an invitation to the Quasar Club was an invitation to a swinging 
orgy. A month ago, she wouldn't have remotely considered going. Even a week 
ago, she would have been content to let her "swinging" activities stay 
limited to her neighbors, the Nolans. But now, a strange notion was forming 
in the back of her mind: the idea that if both couples became involved with 
the club, the sex wouldn't be concentrated with just four people. 

That would divert Dan's attention away from Peggy, ending the jealousy that 
Jane was beginning to feel because of it. Maybe meeting Charlie Mandell was 
a stroke of fate, an omen, a way to solve the problem that kept lingering in 
her brain. 

"Next Saturday?" she found herself saying. 

"Yeah. Dan should know where it is. Most people know. Very few people go 
there, mind you, but they all know where it is. As they say, it ain't for 
everybody." 

"Just me and Dan, then? Or ... or could I bring some friends...." 

"Who?" 

"The Nolans." 

"Ah ... the Nolans." Charlie laughed lightly, knowingly, and his thoughts 
centered on Biff's ravishingly attractive red-haired wife. Up until now, he 
had thought Peggy was "off limits" too. Apparently no more. Apparently the 
Nolans and the Archers ... it was too good to be true. "Yes, by all means. I 
know Biff and Peggy well. Yes, bring them along. It'll be just one big happy 
family." 

* * * 

The following Saturday evening found the Archers and the Nolans driving 
through the warm evening air in Biff's Oldsmobile convertible, heading 
towards their first evening at the Quasar Club. Jane had only to mention the 
idea to the others, after her meeting with Charlie, and their response was 
an immediate and eager yes! Peggy's husband, of course, was the most 
enthusiastic, since he had always harbored a secret with to see what the 
club was all about, particularly since it was usually limited to the white 
collar crowd at the Space Center. This was ostensibly for "security 
reasons," but Biff knew it was also due to a certain snobbishness on the 
part of the executives and lab technicians. Still, once the invitation came, 
snobbish or no, he wanted to see the action. 

Dan and Peggy were equally curious, and Jane's young husband was delighted 
that the opportunity had come through his blonde wife. There was no question 
now that she had changed almost completely, for, a month ago, she would have 
backed away in utter fear from the thought of the club. Now, she was the one 
who initially suggested it, and as far as her curly-haired husband was 
concerned, life couldn't be better. 

"You know," Peggy was saying as Biff drove steadily through the palm-studded 
back roads of Cocoa Beach, "this could turn out to be a stone drag. I mean 
you hear all kinds of stories, but a lot of times it's all just rumor." 

"Yeah, maybe," her husband replied, a lewd grin on his craggy features, "but 
I sure ain't passin' up the opportunity to see! Man, oh man, big time 
orgies! Terrific!" 

A few moments later, Biff turned off the main road and drove down a narrow 
dirt drive, following Dan's instructions, and soon a large, somewhat 
anonymous-looking concrete building loomed in the distance. As they drove 
into the parking lot in front of the two-story edifice, they could see 
lights around the front door. From the outside, however, the rest of the 
rectangular-shaped structure was rather dark, except for faint red and blue 
light that was faintly visible through heavily curtained windows. The two 
couples sat for a moment in the car. 

"It looks kind of spooky," Jane remarked, for the first time having some 
faint twinges of regret over her hasty decision to come to the club. After 
all, swinging with just one other couple, and good friends at that, was one 
thing, but going to a club like the Quasar, where anything goes, might be a 
little more than she was prepared to handle. 

"Yeah," Peggy agreed, "it sure don't look like the El Morocco." 

"Looks can be deceiving," Dan offered. "I mean, hell, we're here, we may as 
well give it a try." 

"That's the spirit, Danny Boy," his co-worker remarked. "Come on, we aren't 
a bunch of sissies are we? Let's go join the fun." 

The friendly quarter got out of the sleek convertible and made their way to 
the front door. Peggy, dressed in a tight-fitting, low-cut black pants-suit, 
hastily patted a few stray curls of her scarlet tressed into place, and Jane 
smoothed the material of her snug cream-white sheath dress. Their husbands 
nudged each other and winked, then, almost unconsciously, hiked up their 
trousers and opened a couple of buttons on the front of their crisply 
starched sports shirts. Minutes later, they buzzed at the front door. A 
small peep-hole was pulled back, and they could see someone giving them the 
once-over from inside. "Yeah?" 

"We're the Archers and the Nolans," Biff said. "Charlie Mandell invited us." 

"Okay." 

The peep-hole swung closed, and a moment later the door was opened by an 
attractive brunette in a form-fitting pair of hot-pants and a halter top 
that just barely covered the enormous swell of her ample breasts. The two 
couples found themselves in a small reception hallway. The walls were 
covered from floor to ceiling with photos of the various Apollo rockets and 
Skylab equipment. They could hear faint electronic music coming from a room 
beyond. The light in the hallway was a dim red. 

"Wait a minute," the girl said, "I'll go get Charlie." 

She disappeared through some thick drapes across from the main entrance 
door. 

"I know that chick," Biff whispered to the others, "she's the secretary for 
some bigwig. I've seen her a million times at the cafeteria." 

A moment afterward, Charlie Mandell appeared through the curtains, hastily 
wrapping a short, red-silk kimono around his swarthy frame. He grinned 
broadly as he came forward to greet them. 

"Well, well, well, glad you all made it." 

He shook hands with the two young husbands while Peggy and Jane exchanged 
brief, nervous glances. 

"Where's all the action, Charlie?" Biff asked with characteristic candor. 

"Through the drapes," the goateed man replied, nodding to where he had made 
his appearance. "But first you've got to get out of all those clothes, I'm 
afraid. You know things are a bit informal here." 

"Where ... where do we undress?" Jane asked, trying not to betray the faint 
stabs of anxiety she felt. 

Charlie Mandell moved to his left, pressed a button on the wall, and 
suddenly, a concealed sliding door opened to reveal a small dressing room, 
dimly lit in blue. 

"You'll find some light robes like the one I'm wearing inside there. All 
sizes. And ... it's a coeducational dressing room. Keeps things friendly." 
Everyone laughed at his remark, although all four of them were a little 
apprehensive. "As soon as you've finished, just join us inside." He pointed 
towards the heavy drapes. "And it's every man for himself. If you need me, 
I'll be somewhere inside." With a wink, he disappeared into the room beyond. 

"Well, guess we might as well get to it," Dan said. The others murmured in 
agreement, and the two couples went into the small, dimly lit dressing room, 
closing the door behind them by pushing a button on the inside. There they 
found silken Japanese-style robes and all four quickly undressed, making 
jokes and laughing nervously until finally they were all clad in the flimsy 
garments. 

"Dan," Jane said, taking her handsome young husband's hand and squeezing it, 
"stay close by me for a while. I'm a little scared." 

"I'll try, honey," he replied, smiling warmly at his pretty blonde bride. 
"Sure you don't want to back out?" 

"Aw, you can't back out, Janie," Biff interjected. "Hell, we just got here." 

"Be quite, ya big palooka!" Peggy snapped. "I know just how Jane feels. And 
if she doesn't want to go through with it, I think that's her decision. I 
mean, maybe I don't want to go through with it either. Suppose I just don't 
like the place?" 

"Don't like it?" Her husband answered, growing a little angry. "You haven't 
seen it yet, how do you know you won't like it?" 

"I didn't say I wouldn't. All I said was...." 

"Wait, Peggy," Jane said finally, interrupting the budding quarrel between 
the Nolans, "it's okay. I'm going to go through with it. I mean, after all, 
I'm the one who suggested it." 

"Yeah, honey," the redhead replied, "but suppose we don't go for it? Then 
what?" 

"Hell, why even think about it?" Biff said. 

"No, she's right, I think," Dan offered. "Maybe we should do it this way: 
after tonight we all get together and talk it over, just to see how we feel. 
Then make the decision about the future. Then we'll all know where we 
stand." 

"That sounds good to me," Peggy said. "Keep it all in the open." 

"Yeah, sure. Why not?" her husband agreed. "Is it okay with you, Janie?" 

"It's fine." 

"Great, then let's get goin'. " 

Biff gave his voluptuous wife a big kiss for luck, and Dan followed suit 
with Jane. Then both couples went out into the entrance hall, closed the 
dressing room door behind them, and after a momentary pause for courage, 
they moved through the thick drapes into the room beyond. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

The sight that greeted their eyes was a huge riot of color, music and 
writhing couples. The main room of the Quasar Club was a gigantic, 
rectangular hall two stories high; the floor was arranged in many tiers and 
levels with cushions, upholstered mattresses and low couches placed at 
random everywhere. The decor was ultra-modern around the central theme of 
space-age technology: strange globular lights hung from the ceiling, 
revolving and blinking in green, blue and red, giving a strange, almost 
hallucinatory quality to the atmosphere. 

Two bars, where there were bottles of liquor enough for a small army, were 
located at each end of the room, and were designed like computers, with 
blinking lights and swiftly revolving tape reels. Sensual electronic 
rock-music blared from hidden speakers and added to the fantastic, 
other-worldly quality of the club. Gigantic screens were placed high above 
the floor along the walls, and films and slides of Apollo moon trips were 
being shown: great thundering rocket blastoffs, shots of Astronauts making 
graceful walks in space, breathtaking pictures of the earth from the moon. 

And everywhere the Nolans and the Archers looked there were naked bodies, 
white skin glistening in the swirling light and color, couples participating 
in every known form of lovemaking. 

"Holy shit," Biff remarked, awe-struck, "This is like some kind of 
pornographic science-fiction movie!" 

The others nodded in open-mouthed agreement. None of them had quite 
anticipated the lavisliness that they now witnessed. Every trick of 
technology was being used to create this fantastic pleasure dome for the 
Space Center workers. 

"I can see why they keep it a secret," Peggy remarked. "This is incredible!" 

"What's that up there?" Dan's blonde wife inquired, pointing to a balcony 
that ran along the entire length of three walls of the room at the 
second-story level. 

"Looks like they got other rooms up there," her husband offered. 

"Hah! I wonder what's inside 'em!" Biff said, his eyes wide with delight, 
like a child in a toy store. 

"You'll find out soon enough, lover." 

Suddenly the two couples, still lingering by the entrance, were joined once 
more by Charlie. This time he had discarded his robe and his muscular frame 
was completely naked, the revolving lights making weird patterns on his 
sun-tanned skin. His thick cock hung down from the dark tangle of pubic hair 
in semi-erection. 

"Well now, boys and girls, don't just stand around gaping. Join the party. 
There's plenty of booze, and plenty of eager fuckers." 

"This is fantastic, Charlie," Peggy's spouse said, "I've never seen nothin' 
like it!" 

"Glad you like it, Biff. Have a ball." The goateed man turned his attention 
to the appetizing vision of Jane Archer, her sleekly curving young form 
snugly outlined in the flimsy red-silk robe she wore. "Jane, my love, could 
I just spirit you away from Dan for a minute, I have something special to 
show you." 

"Well, I...." The young blonde wife was very reluctant to leave her husband 
so soon, and cast a quick glance towards him for help. 

"Now, I won't take no for an answer," Charlie said quickly, slipping his arm 
around her narrow waist. "Danny, I'll have her back in no time. You don't 
mind, do you?" 

"Well, I suppose not...." 

"Great. Come on, Jane. See you later, everybody." Within seconds the expert 
seducer had whisked Dan's wife off through the crowd, disappearing into the 
haze of lights, bodies and cigarette smoke. 

"Don't worry, Dan," Peggy said encouragingly. "She'll be all right. She can 
take care of herself." 

"I hope so." 

"Ah, sure she can," Biff said. "Besides, we all agreed to try it just once 
to see what happens. We just got to go along with it, right? So let's get 
some booze and get goin'! " 

* * * 

Charlie Mandell led the nervous young blonde wife deftly through the crowd 
of merrymakers and headed toward the stairs that led to the upper floor 
balcony. He held Jane closely around the waist, while his long penis began 
to lurch unashamedly with eager excitement. The goateed man had been waiting 
particularly for the young blonde to arrive, and, well prepared with heavy 
doses of liquor and previous sex, he was eager to get her alone. 

As Jane passed through the huge room with him, her wide eyes took in the 
various erotic scenes taking place before them. 

To her left, she saw a young, ravishingly beautiful brunette girl being 
savagely tongue-fucked by a fat, middle-aged, balding man. The girl was 
totally naked and writhed luridly against the thick pile carpet on the 
floor. To the right, two girls in their middle twenties, one with streaked 
blondish hair, the other with long, dark brown tresses, were sprawled 
nakedly on a low couch, kissing each other torridly and lost in the bliss of 
Sapphic love. Wistfully Jane remembered her own lovemaking with Peggy, and 
wished inwardly that she hadn't been so impetuous about Charlie's offer to 
come to the club. Everything had been so simple before, and the young blonde 
wife wasn't sure she was ready for this kind of wild melee. 

Charlie insistently kept moving forward with her, passing naked couples 
everywhere fucking and sucking with total abandon. Despite her nervousness, 
Dan's wife began to instinctively respond to the orgiastic surroundings, a 
faint warm throbbing began to vibrate in her vaginal flesh, and a strange 
tingling sensation made excited gooseflesh on her skin. As they neared the 
stairs, she noticed a young man, with a short crew cut, having his cock 
sucked voraciously by an older woman with expensively coiffed hair. At once 
she recognized the man as another computer programmer, like Charlie, and the 
woman as the wife of the head of Space Research at the Center. The naive 
blonde was stunned, for she hadn't imagined that behind the serious, orderly 
facade of the Cape Kennedy complex, such wild orgies could possibly take 
place. But here it was before her eyes, executives, wives, technicians, even 
astronauts in training, were all copulating together in lust-driven frenzy. 

The pulsing electronic rock music, together with the oddly flickering 
lights, made Jane almost dizzy, and she was only half-conscious now that 
Charlie Mandell was leading her upstairs and heading toward a room that led 
off from the balcony. She anxiously wondered where her young husband was. 
She didn't want to be separated like this, for Jane knew that if Dan was by 
her side she wouldn't be so nervous. Where was Charlie taking her? 

"Come on inside," he said to her, opening the door of a room a short 
distance from the stairs. "We can be a little more private." 

As the goateed man shut the door behind them, Jane found herself in a 
smaller room, dimly lit with blue lights. Very little was visible except 
heavy velvet drapes and thick cushions that covered the entire floor. She 
gasped when she saw a naked couple in one corner in the final stages of 
frantic copulation. The man she recognized immediately as a small, 
powerfully built crew cut friend of Charlie's, also in the computer 
department, and the girl, a voluptuous chestnut-haired beauty, as his 
secretary. 

"UNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!" the crewcut man groaned, about to squirt his hot load of 
cum into the hotly writhing cunt of his young secretary, "CUUUMMMMMMM, YOU 
FUCKING BITCH, CUUUUMMMMM!" 

Almost as if she was following his commands to the letter, the wildly 
excited girl began to heave and moan, kicking her pale glistening legs 
wildly and groaning with raging lust. 

"OOOOOOHHHHHHH YYYEEEEESSSSSSS!" she squealed as he rammed into her with 
violent fury, "AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" 

Jane was so riveted to the lurid scene that she was hardly conscious of the 
fact that Charlie was slipping the flimsy robe off of her slim young body. 

"Charlie ... I," she protested nervously as he removed the garment from her 
shoulders, "I should get back to Dan." 

"Later, baby, later," he murmured, an edge of rising lust in his voice. As 
the hotly fucking couple reached the end of their climax, the young blonde 
wife found herself totally naked in the small, dimly-lit room. She struggled 
to keep her composure, but inwardly her heart was beating like a drum in her 
chest, and she shivered slightly as her skin was exposed completely to the 
air. 

"Hey, Tom, I want you to meet a friend of mine," Charlie called to the other 
man, who lay sprawled on top of his secretary's warmly pulsing body. The 
crewcut man glanced up and grinned lewdly at Jane, then slowly peeled 
himself off of the girl's body. 

"Okay, Helen," he snapped curtly to the girl, "We want to be alone. 
Vamoose!" 

With a strange kind of obedience, the girl quickly scrambled to her feet, 
looking quite drunk and half out of her mind from the feverish copulation. 
She staggered hastily to the door and exited quickly. 

"Well, hello, honey," Tom said, getting to his feet and coming towards the 
apprehensive young wife. His small, wiry body gleamed in the soft light, and 
Jane could see his enormous, though semi-inflated cock was glistening with 
heated cum. "I've heard about you from Charlie. I've sure been anxious to 
meet you." 

Dan's wife glanced towards the goateed man, and gasped slightly as she saw 
him lock the door of the room. She didn't like the other man, and was now 
quite concerned about what they wanted with her. Desperately she wanted to 
rejoin the others, but she instinctively felt she should not betray her 
anxiety. After all, she was the one who had wanted to come, to divert her 
husband away from Peggy Nolan. Maybe she was wrong to have done it, but now 
that she was here she had to go through with it. 

"Nice piece of ass, wouldn't you say?" Charlie Mandell remarked as he came 
up behind 

Jane and began to obscenely fondle her ripely curving buttocks, then running 
his hands up and down her silken smooth back and shoulders and reaching 
around in front to grasp the fleshy softness of her young breasts. 

The young blonde wife began to squirm in resistance, but in the next moment 
the other man quickly came forward and grabbed her shoulders, planting a 
lewd wet kiss on her lips and shoving his tongue roughly against her teeth 
trying to force it inside her mouth. Dan's wife twisted between the two men, 
resisting their rough advances, but Tom and Charlie were oblivious to her 
reactions, seeing Jane only as a tasty new arrival, and welcoming the 
opportunity to vent their rampant desires on the curvaceous young female. 
Tom's finger quickly found it's way down across the"blonde wife's trembling 
abdomen and into the tangle of light blonde pubic hair until his stiffened 
middle finger began to probe hungrily at her clitoris and tender vaginal 
flesh. Insistently he began prodding at her small clitoral bud until it 
began to harden and quiver into a tiny erection, sending shivers of unwanted 
excitement through Jane's lithe frame. Despite her resistance to their 
advances, Dan's wife found herself becoming steadily aroused by their crude 
mauling, and her loins began to hum with lewd desire. 

Soon the crew cut man began to probe experimentally at the dampened entrance 
to her exposed cuntal channel while Charlie subtly slid his fingers up and 
down Jane's unprotected anal crack. The young wife shivered, both at the 
newness of having two men's hands exploring her most private flesh, and also 
because of the goateed man's unexpected fingering of her anal region. No one 
had as yet rummaged in that area, and her sense of apprehension grew as Tom 
inserted his finger roughly up into her moistly hot vaginal entrance and 
Charlie nudged lewdly at her sensitive anal ring with his stiffened middle 
finger. 

"Mnnnnnn," Mandell murmured, "feels nice and tight. Ever been fucked up the 
ass, Janie?" 

"Charlie, please," she said, growing more and more alarmed, "I think I 
should get back to the others...." 

"Don't worry, baby, there's plenty of time," he replied. We got all the time 
in the world. And I'm sure the others have plenty to occupy themselves with. 
Just relax, baby, 'cause it's going to be a long night." 

* * * 

"Where the hell's Biff gotten to?" Peggy inquired, glancing around the hazy 
main room. She and Dan were at one of the bars, sipping Scotch. 

"I think he saw somebody from the accounting department he knew," Dan said, 
feeling himself growing steadily more drunk, and sensually stimulated by the 
orgiastic activity all around them. 

"Hah, you probably mean he saw that brunette with the big tits that passed a 
few minutes ago. Leave it to Biff. Well, what the hell, let him go. I mean 
we did agree to give it a try. Guess it's just you and me. Unless you want 
to go off too." 

"No, at least not right away." Dan looked into Peggy's bright green eyes, 
and inwardly was thankful that the two of them were alone. Since he and Jane 
had begun swapping with the Nolan's he had found himself more and more drawn 
to the bubbly redhead. "You know, Peggy, I've really dug all that's 
happened. I don't mean just the sex. I think we've all gotten to know each 
other better, you know, and ... it's been good." 

"I think so too." For Peggy, the relationship with Dan was practically a 
revelation after Biff. Somehow she was able to talk to Jane's husband in 
ways that she couldn't with her own spouse. He was much more willing to 
listen to opinions about things. Sexually, too, he was much more responsive 
to her moods and feelings than Biff was. To be sure, there was a savage 
quality to her own husband's brand of lovemaking that she still craved 
deeply, but Dan was gentler, more considerate, and the lively redhead had to 
admit she was growing fonder of Dan every day. Maybe more than she ought to. 
She looked into his warm brown eyes and a wave of insistent desire took hold 
of her voluptuous body. As if on cue, the two of them put down their drinks 
and edged closer until finally they were embracing, kissing, holding each 
other with mounting passion. 

"Hey," Peggy whispered, pulling away momentarily, "this is supposed to be an 
orgy. We can't just stay together, can we?" 

"Why not?" he replied, a sly smile crinkling the edges of his lips. 

"Yeah ... why not?" Surrendering to the urgent attraction between them, they 
embraced once more, this time quickly discarding the robes they had wrapped 
around their bodies. Once naked, they began to give full vent to their 
rising lust, kissing hungrily and running their hot hands eagerly over each 
other's naked flesh. 

"Hey, kids," a naked bartender said, interrupting their ardor, "Could you 
just get a little farther away from the bar. We gotta keep the area open for 
drinkers. Listen, there's some water beds over in that comer," he pointed to 
a space under the largest of the movie screens showing the orbiting Skylab, 
"And the action's good over there." 

"Thanks for the advice," Dan quipped. "We'll give it a try." 

"Gee," Peggy said as they moved away from the bar, "Waterbeds! This'll be my 
first time." 

* * * 

In the meantime, Biff had wandered off, following a tall brunette female 
with enormous, haughtily thrusting breasts, who had passed him at the bar, 
wearing a light kimono loosely tied around her voluptuous body, scarcely 
concealing the ravishing charms beneath. Half-recognizing her from the Space 
Center, Peggy's husband had followed, mesmerized by her Amazonian 
endowments, as she climbed the stairs towards the second floor, at the 
opposite end from the room where Jane Archer had been taken by Charlie 
Mandell. 

Reaching the balcony, Biff quickly caught up with the female, who was in her 
late twenties. 

"Hey, don't I know you from the accounting department?" he asked, his eyes 
roving lustily over her statuesque physique. 

"Probably," she answered somewhat coldly. "I've never seen you here before." 

"This is my first time. Quite a set up, ain't it?" 

"Oh yes. Quite a few things happen here. Quite a few." 

The muscular, black-haired space-mechanic smiled suggestively at the 
stunning creature. 

"Think maybe we could get better acquainted?" he said. "Maybe you could show 
me around a little?" 

"Maybe I could," she responded, arching her eyebrow slightly. "At the 
moment, I'm going to join some friends in that room over there." She 
indicated a nearby door. "They're very special friends of mine. And I don't 
know if you'd be interested in meeting them." 

"Listen, babe, any friend of yours is a friend of mine." 

The tall female laughed coolly. 

"I'm afraid I don't recall your name." 

"Biff Archer. And yours?" 

"Lara. Lara Stein. Follow me, Biff." 

Peggy's husband eagerly followed the young brunette into the room. Once 
inside, the spectacle that met his eyes caused him to stop short in 
astonishment. The room was small and dark, the walls covered with thick 
purple velvet drapes, the only light coming from several candles. Backless 
couches were scattered along the walls and in the dim light he saw that 
there were three other people in the room, and all of them female! 

Holy Shit, he thought to himself, it's a roomful of chicks! All for me! I 
can't believe it! Man, your lucky stars are in orbit tonight! 

All of the girls were completely naked, and one of them, in her late teens, 
with a slender, sleekly curving young body, was sitting against the wall, 
her knees bent and her sculpted thighs spread wide, finger-fucking herself. 
Two others were twined in each other's arms, stroking each other's bodies 
while their tongues darted lasciviously in and out of each other's mouths. 
No sooner did Biff lay eyes on them than the astonished young husband 
experienced a thundering erection that made the thin material of his robe 
bulge outward like the mast of a ship. 

Christ! he thought, ogling them all lustily, I could cum just watching them. 

"Hey Lara," he said, turning to the tall brunette in time to see her shut 
and lock the door behind her, "What is this? A bunch of lesbians? I'm the 
only guy here!" 

"Interesting, isn't it?" she replied somewhat mysteriously. "Girls, I 
brought a friend with me. He was curious to meet you all. He thinks we're 
lesbians." 

A ripple of laughter went through the room as the three other females 
interrupted their activity to glance with interest at the muscular male 
arrival. Biff watched excitedly as Lara removed her kimono and dropped it to 
the floor, revealing her statuesque body in its full, dazzling splendor. 
Peggy's husband gasped in appreciation as the proudly thrusting fullness of 
her rosy-tipped breasts came fully into view. Her skin was milk white, and 
the line of her waist nipped in narrowly before curving outward in the 
sculpted fullness of her thighs. She almost looked like a Priestess from 
some ancient love-cult, particularly the. way she held her spectacular body, 
arrogantly and proud as a female lion. Instinctively, the young space 
mechanic lurched forward and tried to draw the sultry female into his arms, 
but she drew back. 

"No, darling, not so fast. This is a rather special room, for special 
tastes. And if you want to join the fun I'm afraid you'll have to do what 
I...." she indicated the others, " ... or rather what we want. Do you 
understand?" 

"Huh?" Biff said, scratching his head in puzzlement. "You mean you chicks 
want to call the shots? I never heard of anything so crazy." 

"I'm sure you haven't, dear. But in this room you've got to play by our 
rules. If you don't want to, you're free to go. The choice is yours." 

For a moment Biff didn't know what to say. The last thing he had expected 
when he followed the stunning brunette was that he would be involved with a 
bunch of weird chicks who had crazy notions about what they wanted to do. 
Hell, he just wanted a fast fuck. Still, being in a cozy room with four 
gorgeous chicks was something a man didn't run into every day, and he felt 
he'd be a damn fool to turn it down. So, what if they were a little crazy? 
Maybe it would be fun. Besides, his cock was still lurching in hot little 
jerks, eager for some hot action. 

"Sure," he said, slipping his robe off and letting the females get a good 
eyeful of his thickly throbbing cock and balls, "whatever you say. I can dig 
it!" 

"Wonderful, darling. Then lie down on the floor." 

"Huh?" Glancing down, Biff saw an area in the middle of the room roughly 
outlined by three metal rings that protruded from the floor in a triangular 
arrangement. "What's all that shit for?" 

"No questions, darling," Lara said firmly, "it's our game now. Lie down and 
grab the ring above your head." 

"Jesus, this is nuts," he said, laughing as he followed her instructions. 
"What are you chicks into, anyway?" 

Stretching his arms over his head, Peggy's husband was unnerved to feel his 
wrists being tightly bound together and attached to the metal ring. 

"What the...." he began to say, twisting around to see what was happening. 

"If you can't take it, little boy, we'll be happy to untie you," Lara said, 
with a mocking tone to her voice. 

"The hell!" Biff retorted, "I can take anything a bunch of chicks can dish 
out! Do what you want, baby, I'm man enough for all of you!" 

"Grand, darling. It'll be a pleasure." 

Suddenly two of the girls seized his legs and spread them apart, winding 
them with leather thongs to the rings at the sides, though more loosely than 
his hands so that he still had freedom of movement in the lower part of his 
body. Biff grinned in amusement. It seemed like a game, a crazy game to be 
sure, but he was curious now to see what Lara had in store for him. His 
stiffly rigid penis still lurched eagerly upward, particularly when Lara 
stood above him cupping her hands under her proudly jutting breasts and 
massaging them lewdly. 

"You're a real bundle of surprises," he quipped. 

"Indeed," she replied, "all of us here are little bundles of surprises. And 
I hope, darling, that you can satisfy all of us. We're very hard to satisfy, 
you know." 

Biff's mind reeled at her announcement. Christ, he thought, I'm gonna be 
gang-banged by four beautiful broads! What a trip! Any residue of hesitation 
he felt was completely wiped away at the thought of what was to come. And he 
sure as hell wasn't going to back down in front of a bunch of women, no 
matter what they had in mind. Crazy or not, it was like a dream come true 
for the young space-center mechanic. 

"I think I can handle you girls with no problem." 

"Wonderful," Lara said, a sly smile on her face. "Let's go girls." 

Suddenly Biff felt himself surrounded by soft, female flesh. The teenage 
girl and an older woman, more ravishingly fleshy, crouched down on either 
side of him and began licking his naked flesh, running their hot tongues 
tantalizingly over his abdomen and chest, sucking and biting his hard 
nipples, then licking his armpits all the way up his inner arms to his 
leather-bound wrists. At the same time, the third girl began performing the 
same ministrations on the lower half of his body, working her way upward 
from his toes, each of which she nibbled and sucked. 

The young husband had never felt anything like it before. Powerful surges of 
sensual heat began to ripple through him from the first instant they touched 
him. The path of their tongues left an icy coolness in its wake, unpleasant 
at first, but soon tantalizingly exciting. He closed his eyes and moaned 
softly as the three, warmly sensual bodies pressed in on him from every 
direction, rubbing moist cuntal flesh against his legs, filling his mouth 
with ripe, quickly taut nipples of every shape and size, and all the time 
running their hands and lips freely over his nakedly powerful body. Time and 
again he yanked fiercely at the leather thongs that bound him to the floor, 
wild with frustration at not being able to grab at their sleek hot bodies 
with his hands. It was maddening, and particularly maddening for Biff 
Archer, a man who was used to having his way with women, always taking the 
lead and forcing the female into submission. He twisted and heaved 
involuntarily, wishing he could break loose, but every attempt only met with 
defeat until, his wrists red and sore, he realized it was useless. 

"Lick him good, girls," he heard Lara command, laughing eerily, "Lick him 
good!" 

* * * 

At the same time, in the room at the opposite end of the balcony, Jane 
Archer was being forced to lie back on the cushioned floor of the small 
chamber. Charlie and his co-worker had roughly fingered both her vaginal and 
anal passages, and although the young wife had tried resisting, particularly 
because of the intense pain of having a finger in her rectum, both men were 
insistent. At the same time they had stimulated her to the point that her 
own sexual desire was smoldering hotly in her quivering young body, half of 
her still fighting them off, but the other half now craving the torturous 
assault. 

"Don't be afraid, baby," Charlie was saying as he insistently eased her back 
on the cushions, "it's always a little hard the first time, but you'll come 
to love it. They all do." 

"Yeah," Tom echoed behind him as he jerked eagerly on his thickly inflated 
penis, "they all do." 

Dan's wife's brain reeled in confusion; she wanted to run from the room 
immediately and find her husband. But a sense of embarrassment held her 
back, for she would have felt foolish running naked through the strange club 
room, trying to find Dan. And who knows what Dan was doing at that moment? 
What would they all think of her if she suddenly appeared, tearful and 
hysterical, wanting to run away like a little girl. But at the same time she 
was terrified of Charlie, and his friend made her shiver in anxiety. There 
was something about him she didn't like at all. 

Charlie stood above her, his thick lips pulled back in a lascivious smile as 
he ogled the young wife's white, vulnerable nakedness. He stood swaying 
between her ankles for a moment, while his hugely erect cock jerked 
excitedly as he held it in his hand. Then he reached down, gripped her 
softly pliant hips with his hands, and roughly forced her over onto her 
stomach. Jane lay trembling and terrified, knowing she had to submit to what 
they wanted, and mortified in the knowledge that she had gotten herself into 
this situation out of her jealousy, real or imagined, over Dan and Peggy. 
Her firmly rounded buttocks quivered slightly, and Charlie's glistening eyes 
zeroed in hungrily on the two shimmering white half-moons. Gripping both of 
the helpless blonde's ankles with his hands, he splayed them wide apart. 

"Charlie," she murmured miserably, "please ... please don't...." 

"It's okay, Jane, believe me ... just relax baby...." 

The swarthy computer programmer dropped to his knees between her widespread 
legs and ran his big hands greedily over the sensuous, tapering lines of her 
trembling calves and up inside her naked young thighs to the thin, already 
moistened slit up between her legs. Then, moistening his hotly stiffened 
cock with some spittle, he positioned himself so the tip rested just up 
against her throbbing little anal ring, glistening lewdly with moisture. 
Levering himself up on his elbows, he pressed forward with his hips for a 
moment, directing his lust-swollen cock straight into the tightly clenched 
opening. Mercilessly he bore down on her, forcing his swollen cock-head 
cruelly forward into the fiercely resistant circle of her anal sphincter. 

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO, OH GOD IT HURTS!" Jane cried as he forced his way up into 
her clenched young rectal depths. Her back passage felt as though it would 
split apart from the inhumanly large object thrust into it. Never before had 
she experienced such intense pain, it was like an electrical shock that made 
her whole body convulse in torture. But knowing she had no choice but to 
submit to Charlie Mandell's vicious anal fuck, she moaned with despair and 
numbly accepted the humiliating skewering of her pain-racked anus as the 
goateed libertine continued to force his long thick rod of male flesh more 
deeply into her with unrelenting cruelty. 

His friend Tom watched with mounting excitement as Charlie's penis 
disappeared slowly inch by inch up into Jane's tightly clasping rectal 
depths. like his co-worker in the computer department, he relished the sight 
of seeing a sweet young girl brutally impaled by a powerful cock. Each 
agonized cry from the brutalized blonde wife made his wiry body tremble with 
excitement and his rigidly erect cock jerked obscenely, standing straight up 
in full readiness from the tangled mat of his pubic hair. He laughed darkly 
to himself, excited by the power and domination that men could exert over 
women. It was the same thrill he felt whenever a new rocket was launched, a 
sense of triumph and exhilaration that he thrived on. He heard the young 
blonde wail in agony as Charlie drove into her with mounting excitement, 
fucking in and out of her painfully stretched nether opening with long 
smooth strokes and bring groans of humiliation from the helpless wife's 
pain-contorted lips each time he thrust forward. The sight made him 
impatient to join the fun, and he moved beside them, frantically jerking on 
his stiffened cock. 

"How about making a little room for me, Charlie," he said. "It's time for me 
to join the party." 

"Certainly, my friend," the goateed seducer replied. Locking his hands 
tightly to Jane's hips, he rolled over on his side, his heatedly throbbing 
cock still embedded deep up inside the young woman's hotly quivering anus. 
She was pulled over on her side, her back pressed against his hairy, 
sweating stomach and chest. 

Tom lost no time in pulling the young wife's leg up and exposing her vaginal 
split completely. Quickly lying down facing her, he grasped his achingly 
throbbing penis and guided it swiftly into the moist pulsating opening of 
Jane's defenseless pussy. Then, with a deep groan of savage pleasure, he 
rammed forward with all his strength, until his long hard shaft disappeared 
deep up inside her heatedly moistened cunt. joining Charlie's cock, already 
buried in her stretched and burning rectal depths. Dan's wife lay moaning 
helplessly, struggling to keep from crying in self-pity, pinioned between 
the two crudely fucking males with only the thin membrane of flesh 
separating the two cocks. 

Jane closed her eyes tightly so she would not have to see the sneering look 
on Mandell's friend's face as the two men began to viciously plunge their 
cocks in and out, their lust rising rapidly to a fever pitch. 

* * * 

In the main room of the Quasar Club, meanwhile, Dan and Peggy had quickly 
found the area the bartender had pointed out. There were several water beds 
placed together, and three or four couples already copulating wildly on the 
warmly swaying mattresses. To their surprise and delight, the redhead and 
her best friend's husband found that all the orgiasts had found some erotic 
body oil and had made liberal use of the sensual substance, smearing their 
lust-incited bodies from shoulder to toe with it, doubly enhancing their 
lewd pleasure and now writhing their slippery naked bodies together with 
total abandon. 

Peggy and Dan could scarcely contain their excitement as they rubbed the oil 
on each other's naked skin. The groans and squeals of pleasure that 
surrounded them in the swirling light and color of the room made them wildly 
eager to join the fun. Soon, their bodies slick with scented oil, they 
joined the others in a wild melee of bodies. Hands, legs, arms, flesh 
surrounded them on all sides, and everyone kissed and sucked and caressed 
all the available cocks, pussies and buttocks that were proffered 
everywhere. 

Jane's curly-haired husband could scarcely believe his good fortune as he 
freely explored the hotly excited flesh of one woman after the other, and 
Peggy had a field day sucking one oily cock after the other. Smooth, 
slippery bodies rolled together, kissed and sucked and licked, until finally 
Biff's wife and Dan found themselves in their arms again, kissing hungrily 
and rubbing their urgently aroused frames together in rampant excitement. 

"Oh fuck me, Dan," Peggy whispered as torrents of pleasure sizzled through 
her loins, "FUCK ME LIKE YOU'VE NEVER FUCKED BEFORE!" 

Needing no further urging, Dan quickly positioned himself over his redheaded 
lover's gleamingly naked body, and slipped his rigid cock into her wetly 
receptive pussy. They began to rock together back and forth on the swaying 
water bed, while the bizarre electronic rock music filled their ears with 
sensual, other-worldly sounds. 

Soon a young man joined them, another mechanic, like Dan, who was in his 
late teens. Quickly straddling Peggy's head with his knee's, holding on to 
the sides of the bed for support, he shoved his hotly swollen penis into the 
redhead's willing mouth while the oil-covered trio rocked as if on a boat in 
the ocean. The youth plunged his excited cock in and out of Peggy's ovaled 
lips while she sucked on it like a child with a peppermint stick, mewling 
with erotic happiness. Meanwhile Dan, behind the young man, thrust hotly 
into Biff s wife's wetly streaming cuntal passage, scarcely believing the 
stabs of savage pleasure that tore through his muscular, flexing body like 
bursts of summer lightning. 

Above them, on the huge movie screens, movies of the earth taken from the 
moon showed the green sphere spinning in space, astronauts walked in space 
like robot ballet dancers, and a mighty Apollo rocket, the one used for the 
last of the moon shots, was shown being wheeled into position preparatory to 
the blastoff. 

* * * 

In one of the upstairs rooms, meanwhile, Peggy's husband was still bound to 
the floor, at the mercy of the four sex-hungry females, led by the 
statuesque Lara. The brazen brunette had straddled Biff's thighs and slowly 
lowered herself until her quivering hot pussy was suspended right over his 
painfully erect cock. She knew that the muscular man was growing more 
frustrated by the minute, aroused to a fever pitch of desire by the sucking 
and licking of the other girls, yet unable to respond in kind because he was 
bound by leather thongs hand and foot. But the strange brunette enjoyed 
this, for she knew the young husband was a typical male chauvinist, the sort 
of man who liked to dominate women, and it gave her great pleasure to put 
such men in their place. Enjoying his apparent consternation, she took his 
massively thick penis in her hands and began rubbing it back and forth over 
the moist warm opening of her pussy. 

Biff groaned in spite of himself as he felt her hotly furry wetness against 
the charged, rubbery head of his lust-enlarged cock. Teasingly she moved his 
pulsating thickness back and forth, almost but not quite taking it inside of 
her with each stroke. She rubbed her hard little clitoris against it, 
sending ecstatic waves of pleasure coursing through both their bodies; then, 
twisting her naked pelvis in a lewd corkscrew motion, she slowly lowered 
herself onto his rigid pillar-like column. He groaned as her warmly 
throbbing softness slowly engulfed the stiffly lurching shaft. Leaning back, 
and using the floor for leverage, Lara began slowly pumping her smooth white 
buttocks up and down over him. 

At the same time, the teenage girl began to squat over his face, spreading 
her fleece-lined outer lips with her hands. Looking up, Biff could see the 
thinly glistening crevice of her vaginal slit, already moist and throbbing. 
Involuntarily he began licking his lips in anticipation of what was about to 
happen. Yet, excited as he was, Biff was going through some unusual changes. 
It was a totally new experience for him to be literally at the mercy of the 
whims of a woman. And not just one there were four of them. Time and time 
again they had driven him to the peak of sensuality, then retreated, 
frustrating the young husband. He resented it deeply, yet he had agreed go 
along with anything they wanted, and knew he had to go through with it the 
best he could. Besides, he had to admit that he was experiencing nuances of 
pleasure that were undeniably pleasurable, and for the first time in his 
life he began to wonder if the straight-forward approach to sex wasn't the 
only approach. 

As the naked teenager's cunt lowered onto his face, Biff snaked out his 
tongue and licked at the hard little bud of her clitoris, then moved 
downwards and began to explore the fleshy interior. He could feel her 
slender naked body tremble above him, exciting him all the more. Lara began 
to increase her fucking motions, and suddenly Biff felt more powerful than 
ever. Despite the fact that he was stretched helpless on the floor he was 
consumed with electrifying sensual feelings, the-likes of which he had never 
known before. 

Suddenly Lara began to wriggle faster and faster, fucking up and down with 
savage excitement, while the teenager twisted above his lips, forcing the 
black-haired Irishman's quivering tongue deeper and deeper into her 
shuddering vaginal passage. The young husband heard Lara groan and realized 
with a shock that she was cumming, grinding her pussy up and down on his 
obscenely stiffened cock. The sultry brunette's wild gyrations were making 
his pelvis tremble as if an earthquake was going on in his loins. 
Instinctively he knew he would have to satisfy the other females as well, 
with no break; they were testing his masculinity and his bravado. If he was 
forced to cum now he might have to admit defeat. Gritting his teeth he held 
his seed back as Lara groaned wildly in orgasm, and the squirming teenager 
began to mewl from her own approaching climax. 

Christ, he thought to himself, I'll never make it, I'll never make it! 

On the other side of the balcony, in the locked room, Jane's twin passages 
between her lewdly splayed thighs were stretched almost beyond endurance by 
the two lust-thickened rods of male flesh, and every inch of her cream-white 
young body throbbed with stinging torturous pain. 

Yet deep in her loins, a strange sensation began to grow, faint thrills of 
unexpected pleasure that grew stronger and stronger with each ramming stroke 
from the front and back. Her nakedly tingling skin began to ripple with 
flashes of pure animal passion, and the nerve endings of her body became 
heatedly alive as the currents of unconscious desire began to grow into 
tidal waves of masochistic delight, sweeping through her with hurricane 
force and obliterating completely her previous resistance and misery. The 
thrilling new sensations, mingled with the sharply wrenching pain, made her 
entire young body shake with barbaric passion, and, with a deep groan of 
surrender, she suddenly gave in completely to its irresistible force. Her 
cock-ravaged young body began to twist and writhe shamelessly between the 
two rapidly fucking males as a raging maelstrom of maddening delight swirled 
up through her hotly writhing body. Her hips moved eagerly backwards to meet 
Charlie Mandell's brutally thrusting cock with her now eagerly receptive 
rectum, and then forward to suck in the whole of his crew-cutted friend's 
rapidly plunging penis as it drove up inside her hungrily swallowing cunt. 
She undulated wildly between the two hard male bodies, overwhelmed at her 
ability to enjoy the experience, and relishing every moment of bestial 
sensuality. In that moment, she knew, the last traces of her prudish reserve 
were gone. 

"OOOOOHHHHHH YYEEEEEESSSSSS!" she cried, "BOTH OF YOU FUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK 
MEEEEEEE HHHAAAARRRRDDD!" 

Charlie and Tom both sensed her overpowering excitement and it charged them 
with renewed potency. Their two hugely inflated cocks became even thicker 
with raw masculine power as they fucked into her, front and back, searing 
the twin channels of her loins like two massive battering rams, sharing the 
triumph of their subjugation of the ravishingly beautiful blonde wife 
pressed hotly between their wildly fucking male bodies. 

"UUUUUUNNNNGGHHHHHH!" Tom groaned as his sperm-bloated testicles tightened 
suddenly and began to erupt under the intolerable pressure. "I'M 
CUMMMIIINNNGGG ... AAAAANNNNNGGGHHH!" 

His body jerked spasmodically as he erupted wave after wave of white-hot cum 
into Jane's furiously quaking cunt, emptying himself with deep guttural 
moans and filling her with his scalding semen. 

Dan's young wife was out of her mind with seething pleasure, as her 
throbbing cuntal walls secreted a sweetly gushing fluid that made her 
delirious with ecstatic pleasure. Orgasm after orgasm was rolling like 
reverberating thunder through her wetly exploding cuntal interior and she 
moaned ceaselessly, like a young animal, in overwhelming release. 

"UUUUUUNNNNNGGGGHHHHHHH ... OOOOOOHHHHHH!" 

Charlie was the last to reach climax, and he held off deliberately to be the 
last. Finally, however, he began to knife his stiffly hardened cock forward 
into Jane's greedily clenching anus like a thundering cannon. His tightly 
swollen balls could no longer contain his wildly churning semen and the 
thickly boiling cum soon traveled up the massive length of his lewdly 
thrusting cock until it burst through the parted glans of the head and 
gushed into the moist dark interior of the incoherent young wife's widely 
stretched rectum, filling her with a radiant burst of heated moisture that 
enhanced her delight beyond measure. 

"Oh my God, " she moaned, scarcely believing the thrilling joy that pervaded 
her from head to foot, "Oh my God! Oh my God!" 

* * * 

In the opposite balcony room, a second female had taken Lara's place on 
Biff's strainingly erect cock and was screwing herself up and down, nearing 
the high point of orgasm. 

"I'm cumming, I'M CUMMING!" she screamed as she drove herself down hard on 
Peggy's husband's great ramming penis, which was aching from the 
unaccustomed activity it had been subjected to. Simultaneously, the fourth 
female had replaced the teenager on Biff's face and was writhing in abandon 
as the nearly exhausted young husband struggled to satisfy her by pistoning 
his tongue in and out of her eagerly receptive pussy above. Biff's face was 
drenched with female fluid now, as he struggled to satisfy all of the women. 
He hadn't remotely anticipated it would be this difficult, but he was 
determined to see it through to the end. Finally, he knew, the girl above 
his face was cumming, and the older female that now rode his cock like it 
was a bucking bronco was beginning to moan in the telltale sounds of 
approaching orgasm. 

Finally, agonized groans broke out from Biff who, having held back for so 
long, was now at the end of his strength. His long, sinewy cock was swollen 
and sore from the unbelievable amount of friction caused by the two greedy 
vaginas that had impaled themselves in quick succession onto his thick cock, 
and from the exertion of satisfying two women orally as well. Now, exhausted 
almost to the point of unconsciousness by his efforts, he could feel his 
thick male seed surging forward up the long shaft, demanding release. 

"Uh! Uh! UUUUUUUHHHHHHH!" he groaned as, painfully, his heavy load of thick 
male cum began to spew out into the climaxing female's greedily clasping 
cuntal passage. He'd never felt anything like the abandoned screwing he'd 
received from the amoral quartet of females. His chained, muscular body was 
drenched with sweat and cum, and ached painfully. His hotly shuddering penis 
exploded with a torrent of hot fluid that overflowed the screwing woman's 
pussy and trickled down his distended column onto her thighs and his dark 
mound of tangled pubic hair. 

In the main orgy room, Dan, Peggy and the other young man were rapidly 
approaching their own orgasm, and rocked back and forth on the water bed, 
their oil-drenched bodies glistening in the swirling, hallucinatory light, 
as the electronic music surrounded them. Above them, on three huge movie 
screens, the same picture was being projected: a giant Apollo rocket, ready 
for blastoff. As screams and moans of orgasm filled the room they were drown 
out by the sound from the film announcing the takeoff: 

"TEN ... NINE ... EIGHT...." 

Dan shoved his cock into Peggy's wetly frothing cunt with renewed urgency, 
while the young space-worker who had joined them held tightly to the sides 
of the water bed and began to buck his hotly distended cock eagerly into 
Peggy's eagerly sucking mouth. 

"SEVEN ... SIX ... FIVE...." 

Biff's wife felt the walls of her wetly quivering vagina begin to vibrate 
with pulsing hotness, unlike anything she had ever remotely experienced. 
Every part of her body sizzled with unbridled pleasure, and she was lost in 
a rocking sea of overwhelming sensuality. She was cumming ... cumming... 

"FOUR ... THREE...." 

Excitement mounted to fever-pitch in the huge orgy room, and activity 
mounted to near frenzy. Dan felt himself about to spill his seed and cried 
in his animal excitement ... the second young man began to buck as he 
erupted his hotly streaming cum into Peggy's open mouth... 

"TWO ... ONE ... BLASTOFF!" 

On the huge movie screens, three identical silver rockets suddenly erupted 
their fiery explosions, and in a roaring orange-red cloud of fire and smoke 
the gigantic machines lifted from the ground. Upward they soared, slowly at 
first, climbing higher and higher, bright streams of fire trailing behind 
them, roaring up into the clouds, into the dark night, splitting the heavens 
with their ear-shattering scream of power ... and then ... growing smaller 
and smaller ... moving away from the earth ... finally disappearing into the 
silent gray-black void of the universe. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

The following evening, the Nolans and the Archers met together, as planned, 
in Dan and Jane's apartment to discuss their reactions to the tumultuous 
orgy at the Quasar Club. The two couples sat together in the Archers' living 
room while a warm summer breeze filtered pleasantly through the open balcony 
doors and mellow orchestral music played on the stereo. 

"Oh, man," Biff groaned in exhaustion as he sprawled in a large easy chair, 
"I'm still bushed. What a night, what a hell of a night that was!" 

"Will you look at the old slugger there?" his wife quipped, "He was the one 
who was so damned hopped up over this thing, and he looks like he was run 
over by a truck." 

"What exactly happened?" Dan asked of his co-worker. "We were all so foggy 
afterwards I never asked you." 

"I'll tell you what happened ... it was four chicks, man, four gorgeous 
chicks in one room, and I was the only guy." 

"A dream come true, right?" Peggy remarked with a touch of sarcasm. 

"All right, all right, don't rub it in," her husband said. "I tell you, Dan, 
those chicks were out of their heads. They gave me the once-over, man, and I 
ain't never gonna be the same." 

"Yeah, he finally met his match," the redhead said, laughing, "I never 
thought I'd live to see the day." 

"To tell you the truth," her husband continued, "I never thought I would 
either. But oh, brother!" 

"Listen, Jane," Peggy said to her friend, "what went on with you and Charlie 
Mandell? Tell, tell. I'm dying to know." 

"Oh ... it was fine...." Dan's blonde wife didn't know quite what to say. 
Although it was true that she experienced a galvanic breakthrough thanks to 
the brutal anal and vaginal assault inflicted by the goateed libertine and 
his co-worker, she wasn't at all sure she wanted to go through such an 
ordeal again. Even though she had ultimately enjoyed it, the young wife 
didn't like Charlie and Tom's attitude toward her, almost as if she wasn't 
human in their eyes, just a slave to satisfy their sexual whims. And she 
blamed herself for being forced into it; after all, she was the one who had 
flirted with Charlie at the supermarket and suggested that they all go to 
the club because she was afraid of losing Dan to Peggy. Dan's young wife 
could feel tears of confusion forming in the corners of her eyes, and she 
struggled to hold them back. "What about you and Dan?" she asked finally, 
masking her unhappiness, "did you enjoy yourselves?" 

The voluptuous redhead exchanged a warm glance with Jane's husband and they 
both smiled, remembering the hotly exciting copulation on the water bed. 

"Well, you know Dan and I stayed together. We found a couple of water beds 
and...." 

She was interrupted suddenly when, unaccountably, Dan's young blonde wife 
broke into tears. She brought her hands to her face to hide them, but it was 
useless, for her shoulders shook with heavy sobs, and it was readily 
apparent to the others that something was wrong. 

"Honey, what is it?" her husband asked, moving closer to her on the couch 
and holding her in an embrace. "What's the matter?" 

"It's nothing ... really," she replied through her tears. 

Peggy and Biff exchanged quick, puzzled looks. 

"Jane," the redhead asked, leaning forward in her chair with concern, "was 
it because of Charlie? Something he did?" 

"No ... yes ... well ... oh, I feel so terrible." She buried her face in 
Dan's chest and struggled to pull herself together, but it was useless. 
Finally her husband cupped her face in his hands and spoke to her gently. 

"Jane, please tell me what's wrong. We all agreed that if we didn't like the 
club we didn't have to go back. Mandell's an ass-hole! If he was too rough 
last night, believe me, you don't ever have to...." 

Suddenly, his wife pulled away, wiping the tears from her eyes, and faced 
them all directly. 

"No," she began, speaking quietly, "it wasn't Charlie, or what he did to me 
last night. It's my fault. I should never have talked to him like I did. I 
should have let matters alone and turned his invitation down. But I didn't. 
Because ... because I was afraid...." 

"Afraid?" Peggy asked. "Afraid of what, honey?" 

"Afraid ... afraid you would take Dan away from me if I didn't." 

Her confession was met with astonishment by the others. Dan, Peggy and Biff 
exchanged looks of surprise and puzzlement. 

"Peggy would...? Janie, what made you think that could ever possibly 
happen?" 

"Oh ... it's all so silly, I know ... but ... it just seemed to me that you 
two were ... I don't know ... very close ... and I was ... I was jealous. I 
thought you might be falling in love with Peggy, Dan ... I really did...." 

"But, Jesus, honey," her husband said, confused, "how could you have ever 
gotten that idea? It's right out of nowhere...." 

"Well ... not quite," Peggy said. "Maybe there's something to it, Dan." 

"What?" Biff remarked in surprise, sitting bolt upright in his chair, "You 
mean you're fallin' for Dan?" 

"Aw, hold your horses, slugger," the wife snapped, "I'm not about to leave 
you for anybody, you can bet on it. But ... you know, Dan ... in a way maybe 
I was falling for you just a little ... we were getting kind of close, you 
know ... and maybe Jane picked up on it." 

"Is it true, Dan?" Biff asked, a slight edge of hostility in his voice. 

The curly-haired space-worker glanced for a moment at his blonde wife then 
to the Nolans, then spoke quietly. 

"Well ... maybe a little ... I have to be honest. It's not that I don't love 
you, Jane," he said, gazing warmly at his wife and holding her 
affectionately, "but ... if the truth be told ... I guess I was just able to 
talk to Peggy about some things...." 

"...that you couldn't talk to me about?" his wife asked, feeling butterflies 
in the pit of her stomach. 

"Sometimes yes ... sometimes no," her husband admitted, "and ... Peggy would 
... would do things in bed...." 

"That I wouldn't do." 

"Honey, it's not that...." 

"No, Dan, it's all right," his blonde young wife said. "It's true. I haven't 
been as active in bed with you as I should. It's my fault." 

"No, not entirely," her husband went on. "I should have been stronger, 
firmer ... I don't know ... taken more time to understand what you 
wanted...." 

Biff, who had been relatively silent, leaned towards his wife. 

"Peggy ... how do you feel about ... uh, Dan, here? If you want to leave me, 
you know, you got the right...." 

"Aw, I'm not gonna leave nobody," the redhead said. "You don't have to get 
your clothes packed. But Biff ... listen, there were some things about Dan 
and me...." 

"Like what, for instance?" her husband whined, a little hurt. 

"Like for instance, the fact that he lets me talk about things that I 
feel...." 

"And you mean I don't let you talk? Hell, . you're always yappin' away!" 

"Biff, half the time I'm tryin' to get a word in edgewise with you. We talk, 
yes, but not about important things ... things you may not agree with...." 

"Like what?" 

"Like how we make love. Listen Biff, you're one of the best lays in the 
world, I mean that. But sometimes ... sometimes I wish you were just a 
little more ... dare I say it? ... romantic." 

"Romantic?" 

"Yeah, baby, romantic." 

Peggy's husband turned away from his wife, subdued by her words, and seemed 
to become lost in thought. The redhead turned her attention to her blonde 
friend. 

"Janie, listen. You don't have to be jealous of me and Dan, really. I think 
you were right that you picked up on what was happening between us. If 
things just went on the way they were, maybe we could have had some real 
trouble. I'm glad its out in the open. I can't speak for Dan, but for me ... 
listen, I wouldn't do anything in the world to hurt you, Janie, no matter 
how much I liked Dan. I think our friendship is more important than anything 
else. Anything!" 

The blonde wife smiled warmly at Peggy and realized that she had nothing to 
fear from her husband's co-worker's wife. Slowly, she turned to face her 
husband. 

"Dan? How do you feel?" 

Her handsome young spouse looked at her for a moment then drew her into a 
close embrace. 

"I'll show you how I feel," he said, bending down and kissing her warmly on 
the lips. At first 

Jane held back for a moment, unsure of her feelings, but in the next instant 
she threw her arms around her husband and held him tightly, returning his 
kiss with rapidly mounting ardor. 

Peggy watched the Archers wistfully, pleased that they were making up and 
glad everything had been brought out into the open. She was surprised, a 
moment later, to feel someone nudging her to make room on her chair. It was 
Biff. He squeezed down next to his ravishing red-haired wife and took her in 
his arms. 

"So I ain't romantic enough, huh?" 

"Well ... sometimes...." 

"Guess I'm just gonna have to make some changes then." 

"Such as?" 

"Such as...." He leaned down gently and kissed his wife tenderly on the 
lips. At first Peggy was uncertain what was happening, for Biff had never 
been so gentlemanly with her. But the light touch of his full lips on hers, 
brushing lightly, tantalizingly over her mouth, sent chills of desire 
tingling over her skin. Soon she was returning his kiss with mounting 
affection, letting him hold her tightly. 

On the couch, meanwhile, Jane found herself being swept away in a steady 
mounting fever of desire as Dan kissed and caressed her. She felt an 
assurance in his touch, an authority that she had never sensed before, and 
it drove her wild with passion. Instinctively, she let her hand slip down to 
unzip the fly of his trousers. His massive penis was already growing stiff 
with excitement, and quickly, deftly, Jane withdrew the throbbing rod of 
male flesh and began to massage it with her hand. Her husband began to groan 
sensually, making his young wife thrill with happiness. 

"Oh, honey, that feels so good," he gasped. 

"I'll make you feel even better," she whispered. Without warning, she bent 
down and took the whole of her husband's rigidly erect penis in her mouth, 
sucking and licking it expertly. 

Dan couldn't believe what was happening. His pretty blonde spouse had never 
behaved too freely with him, never taken the initiative like this before. 
Now she was sucking happily on his warmly pulsing cock, working her lips 
subtly, teasingly and driving him wild with aching lust. A sense of deep 
affection for his bride washed over him, and he knew at that moment that she 
had changed, changed in ways he had never thought possible. 

Peggy and Biff, across from them, momentarily interrupted their own embrace 
to watch Jane's oral manipulations of her husband's thickly swollen cock. 

"Would you like me to do that to you?" the redhead inquired, knowing how 
much her husband enjoyed having his cock sucked. 

"Wouldn't mind it," he replied. "But, this time ... why don't I do it to 
you?" 

"You mean you want to...." Biff grinned at his wife, nodding a heartfelt yes 
" ... well, this is my lucky day. Biff, honey, anytime, any place! You never 
cease to amaze me, honey." 

"I ain't so dumb as you think, baby. And believe me, after the session with 
those chicks last night, I'm a changed man." 

"I'm delighted to hear it," the redheaded wife said enthusiastically. 
Quickly, she pulled up her mini-skirt and inserted her fingers in the 
waistband of her panties, wriggling quickly out of the flimsy garment so 
that the nakedly pink flesh of her vaginal split was fully proffered towards 
her husband. "Ready when you are, B.N.! " 

"Ready, set, go!" he replied. Positioning himself on his knees before her, 
he dove head first into her softly moistened cuntal flesh. A sweet feminine 
scent wafted up into his nostrils and his quivering tongue quickly darted 
out and began to eagerly explore the curling strands that surrounded her 
trembling, pink slit. He began a maddening licking, a licking that moved 
down closer and closer to the wide-open palpitating mouth of his wife's 
warmly moist vaginal opening. 

"Ooooohhh," Peggy moaned as he drove his tongue upwards into the wetly 
heated interior of her pussy, "oooohhh ... I never thought I'd live to see 
the day, never...." 

Jane, at the same time, was driving her young husband wild with warm waves 
of erotic pleasure as she skillfully sucked on his heatedly throbbing cock 
with her wet mouth. He let his hands tangle themselves in the silky, 
short-cropped blonde hair, and it seemed to the young space-worker that he 
was in paradise as Jane's warmly working mouth and lips created a gentle 
vacuum around the sensitive head of his cock. 

"Oh, baby, that feels so good, sooo goooddd!" 

His wife was deeply pleased that she could bring such delight to her 
husband, and she took his pulsating shaft deep into her wetly ovaled mouth, 
letting her lips graze lovingly over the veined and swollen shaft. Eagerly, 
she moved her moist warm mouth up and down his massively thickened pole of 
male flesh, pausing at the blood-gorged cock-head to tease it lightly with 
her teeth. Then, with her hands, she pulled his pants and shorts down so 
that she could playfully fondle his heavy testicles as she continued her 
abandoned oral ministrations. 

"Oh, Janie," Dan moaned, "it's fantastic!" In that moment, the curly-haired 
mechanic knew that their marriage was just beginning and that there was no 
limit now to what they could have together. His fiercely mounting ardor grew 
to near-overwhelming proportions, and he knew that more than anything else, 
he wanted now to fuck his own ravishing wife, and no one else's. Swiftly, 
his hand found its way up under her dress and slipped inside the waistband 
of her panties until he found the warm flesh of her cuntal split. To his 
surprise it was already wet with desire and expanded easily under the 
probing of his stiffened middle finger. 

"Janie, do you want me to fuck you?" he whispered to his greedily sucking 
wife. 

Moments later, his blonde spouse pulled away from his wildly lurching penis. 

"Oh yes, lover. More than anything in the world." 

Needing no further encouragement, the happy young couple swiftly removed all 
their clothes, and Jane lay back on the wide couch, spreading her legs, 
bending her knees and eagerly proffering her hungrily waiting cuntal 
entrance for her husband's pleasure. Dan positioned himself quickly over 
her, his massively inflamed cock hard as a rock and poised at the entrance 
to her cuntal sheath. 

"I love you, Jane," he whispered, "I love you so much." 

In the next moment he slipped his hotly jerking penis into her moistly 
throbbing vaginal interior. Then he began to rock back and forth, each 
plunging stroke quickly drawing them into a surging ocean of love. 

Hearing their groans of pleasure, Biff stopped licking his wife's slickly 
warm pussy for a moment as he and Peggy watched with amusement at the 
frantic copulation. 

"Ain't it grand?" the redhead sighed. 

"Yeah, ain't it!" Biff winked at his voluptuous wife. "How about sixty-nine, 
baby? We haven't done it since we first got married." 

"Lover, you're on!" 

In no time the Archers had divested themselves of all clothes and quickly 
slipped into place on the thick rug next to the couch where Dan and Jane 
were making love. Lovingly, Peggy took the enormous girth of her young 
husband's thickly swollen cock into her mouth and began to suck on it 
happily, while Biff, straddling his wife on his hands and knees, lowered his 
face once more into the succulent softness of her cuntal interior. 

Meanwhile, on the couch, Jane was running her hands over the rippling 
muscles of her dark-haired husband's back and shoulders, deliriously happy 
that she could give herself to him completely now. Life was full of promise, 
and it seemed the world had opened up for the both of them. As their passion 
mounted, bursts of tingling delight rushed to every part of her body; she 
felt warm and light as air, in love as never before. 

Dan, at the same time, swung his hotly yearning cock into her softly 
clasping warmth with rising desire. His body moved with strength and 
precision as each sinewy muscle bulged with passion. His loins began to 
vibrate with lust, and the blood surged hotly through his wildly flexing 
body. 

Both couples sucked and fucked happily, each of them finding, miraculously, 
that their partners had found new and exciting techniques to their love 
lives. The Archers reached orgasm first, both Dan and Jane groaning 
deliriously as they reached a torrid and galvanic union together. The Nolans 
followed not long after as Biff erupted a steamingly hot stream of white cum 
into Peggy's hungrily swallowing mouth, at the same driving his thick tongue 
deeply into his red-haired wife's wildly orgasming pussy and making her 
entire body shudder with hot pleasure. 

Finally, after what seemed like hours, both couples relaxed, Biff and Peggy 
sprawled nakedly on the thick rug, while the Archers lay happily entwined in 
each other's arms on the couch. 

"Well, well, well," Peggy said as she reached lazily over her husband to 
find her cigarettes, "Life is full of surprises, isn't it?" 

"You can say that again," Dan sighed contentedly, nuzzling his young blonde 
wife. 

"Think we should ever go back to the Quasar Club?" Biff asked, after a 
moment or two. 

There was an immediate and heartfelt "No!" from the others, and then they 
all laughed. They knew instinctively that now they had found happiness in 
the arms of their spouses, they wouldn't need the decadent stimulation of 
the club to keep their sexual lives vital. 

"Then ... shall we keep on ... swapping?" Jane asked, not sure how the 
others felt. 

"It's fine with me," Peggy said enthusiastically. 

"Me, too," Dan added quickly. 

"And you Biff?" the blonde wife asked. 

"Well, you know the old saying: 'two's company, three's a crowd, but four 
makes a mighty fine fuck!" 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

"Well, folks," the heavy-set man with the Stetson hat was saying, "it's all 
yours. Here's the keys, and let me personally wish you a happy stay here in 
Houston!" 

It was the following spring that Biff and Dan were transferred to the 
Space-Complex at Houston, Texas. After some discussion, the friendly couples 
had decided to see if they could rent a duplex together so they could remain 
as close as possible. After a short search they had found just what they 
were looking for, a new, two-story brick house with a cozy apartment on each 
floor. 

"Thanks, Mr. Jackson," Peggy's husband said, accepting the keys and shaking 
the Real Estate agent's hand. "I think we're going to enjoy it here." 

"Fine, just fine. Well, it's all yours now, so I'll get back to the office. 
Take care, y'hear?" 

"We will," Dan said. "And thanks again." 

After the agent had gone, the two couples once more went through both empty 
apartments; the men made plans about shelves they wanted to install and 
various do-it-yourself improvements while the wives chatted enthusiastically 
about new furniture and household items. Ever since they had begun their 
swapping arrangement, the Archers and the Nolans had become closer and 
friendlier in every way, and their respective marriages had strengthened 
incredibly well. Now they had moved to a new city, a new State, where they 
hoped to make a new beginning for themselves. 

"It seems so empty without any chairs or tables," Jane said, as they all 
stood in the unfurnished living room of the second floor apartment. 

"Ah, don't worry, in two weeks we'll be settled in like peas in a pod," her 
red-haired friend replied. 

"I'm gonna get me a hat like that guy wore, a cowboy hat!" Biff said, a 
broad smile on his face. "I mean we're in Texas now, ain't we? Gotta be a 
cowboy!" 

"It's Billy the Kid!" his wife quipped sarcastically. 

"Damn right," her husband replied, "and you're Calamity Jane!" Swaggering 
towards his voluptuous wife in a comic imitation of a cowboy, he swept her 
into his arms and began to kiss her hungrily. Dan and Jane watched, amused, 
and then laughed as Biff began to unbutton the front of his red-haired 
wife's snug-fitting blouse. 

"Biff!" the laughing redhead exclaimed, "what are you doing?" 

"What does it look like I'm doing? Having a housewarming party?" 

With a sigh of resignation, his ravishingly proportioned spouse let the 
eager space-mechanic take off her clothes. The Archers turned to each other 
as Biff and Peggy began to caress and fondle each other's naked bodies in 
the empty front room of their new home. 

"Guess we should join the party, hon?" Jane's husband said, smiling warmly 
at his pretty blonde wife. 

"Guess we should," she replied, toying with the top buttons of his shirt. 
Dan leaned down and kissed her warmly on the lips, letting his tongue graze 
teasingly into her warmly receptive mouth. 

"Welcome home, honey," he whispered. 

"Oh, welcome home," she replied, waves of happiness rippling through her 
firmly rounded young body. "Oh yes ... welcome home!" 


THE END
