First Timers
[aka 'A Reluctant Swap']
by George Wayne


CHAPTER ONE 

It was winter in Bearsville, one of the worst on record, and everyone was 
complaining about the dry bitter cold. Gerry Trend was no exception. Little 
flurries of wind lifted the powdery snow from last night's storm and 
scattered them in the air, stinging her face as she stepped out of her car 
and saw that she would have to wade through thigh-high drifts to get from 
the driveway to the front door of her suburban home. She was sorry now that 
she had forgotten to hire someone to clear away a path. If only Will, her 
husband, were no always away on business trips, she would not be alone and 
expected to handle such trivial matters. 

Then she heard the metallic scrape of a shovel on the driveway next door. 
Turning, almost dropping her armload of packages, she saw a tall, lithe 
young man, a redhead, working furiously. to clear Bonnie Engle's driveway. 
He was wearing a thin, tight-fitting shirt and no coat, and Gerry could see 
how beautifully firm and lean he was. 

"Hey, you're going to freeze to. death," she called in a warm, friendly 
voice. 

The handsome young redhead straightened up immediately and wheeled around to 
see who had hailed him. Despite the arctic-like weather, there were shiny 
beads of perspiration on his forehead and he was breathing heavily. He 
smiled back broadly at her, shaking his head from side to side to proudly 
deny that he was even cold. 

"Nah, don't worry about me," he shouted over to Gerry. "As hot as it was 
where I've been, this little chill spell is a real relief... to me, anyway. 
You see, I'm Matt Engle, Bonnie's husband, and I'm just back from Vietnam. 
And you must be Mrs. Trend, the friend Bonnie mentioned so many times in 
letters." 

"I hope she didn't say anything bad about me," Gerry returned. The thought 
of the swapping club had crossed her mind and she was in no position at 
present to let it be widely known that she was a member. She was certain 
that her husband would fly apart if he ever found out that she had been 
cheating behind his back, and enjoying every minute of it, while he was off 
on one of his frequent business trips. 

"No, as a matter of fact, she thinks you're the greatest," Matt said as he 
walked through the snow towards her. "She's told me how you kept her company 
and helped out with good advice when she really needed it. I want you to 
know, I really appreciate all you've done... I mean it." 

"Oh, what advice did she mention?" Gerry asked, her fears increasing as she 
recalled how she had tried to persuade Bonnie into fending off loneliness by 
joining the local group. She had explained how harmless it was, just a 
little sex between friends... But perhaps the silly young blonde, in all her 
innocence, had been foolish enough to tell her newly-returned husband how 
Gerry had pointed out that sex was the easiest way in the world to remedy 
the melancholy that a wife often feels when her man is at war... or away on 
business. Maybe he knew and was just playing, toying with her, and would any 
second deliver an angry rebuke and say that she had no right to interfere 
especially -- when that interference meant that his beautiful blonde wife 
would have been expected to willingly go to bed with another man. The worst 
of it was, if Bonnie had told Matt, his anger would be all for nothing... 
because the silly little bitch had flatly refused Gerry's offer to join the 
group... The young housewife had said something about not being "able to 
betray Matt that way... " 

"Oh, nothing I can remember," Matt said in his deep masculine voice, still 
puffing a little as he hopped down from a snowbank and approached Gerry, 
holding out his hand to shake. "I guess the most important thing of all was 
that she had you to talk to... someone sensible like you." 

"Well, is that all!" Gerry laughed, inwardly relieved as she realized that 
Matt Engle had not been told a thing. And she was also relieved for another 
reason. Standing up close to him, she saw that this Matt Engle was even more 
good-looking and sexy than she had thought at first glance. His chest was 
broad, his waist small, and his arms were deeply tanned and brawny, powerful 
with youth... and she could tell by the heavy bulge at the crotch of his 
snug-fitting jeans that he was hung like a bull. Lord, if Bonnie should 
decide to come around and tell Matt about the group, there might just be a 
chance, Gerry thought. The young Engle couple would be excellent material 
and she knew well enough that fresh talent was always welcome... as long as 
the new-corners followed the rules. 

"Yeah, that's all," he assured her after a moment. "Just plain old female 
talk... recipes... that kind of thing." He was obviously distracted himself 
by Gerry's stunning appearance. He estimated her age to be about thirty, 
more or less... about ten years older than he and Bonnie were. Even though 
Gerry was bundled up in a winter coat, standing there holding an armload of 
packages, it was easy for him to tell that underneath everything the 
brunette was really ripe and voluptuous. Her full large breasts strained 
noticeably at the top buttons of the sleek fur garment she was wearing, 
threatening to pop them open and burst out into the freezing air. He 
wondered why Bonnie had failed to mention that their next-door neighbor was 
such a luscious, well-built woman. Christ, he had thought the woman was some 
old biddy who had nothing better to do in life than bake cookies and talk 
about the past... not a hot-looking number like this! 

"Is there something wrong?" Gerry asked, smiling to herself. She knew that 
he was trying to guess how good she looked naked... and probably how good a 
lay she was. His eyes were roving over her like hungry animals and he seemed 
totally unaware of the long silence between them. Well, she mused, he might 
have a chance to find out -- and the sooner the better. 

"No... no, nothing. I was just thinking that I ought to shovel out a path to 
your front door," he said, snapping back to the moment and realizing that 
she must have caught him staring. "I know your husband's away... Bonnie told 
me... and I - I'd like to do you a favor... I mean, something to show how 
much I appreciate you... how you kept my wife company." 

"That would be nice, Matt, but I can just as easily hire someone to do it... 
You should save your strength for more important things," she said with a 
little wink. She was both amused and excited by him; she knew perfectly well 
why he was fumbling with words as they stood there in the driveway, their 
eyes exploring each other and sometimes meeting in long, meaningful looks 
that were like previews of what could happen if the circumstances were 
right. She was enjoying her momentary power over him and admitted to herself 
that she liked the idea of being able to arouse the virile young husband of 
a pretty, budding young thing like Bonnie. It filled Gerry with a special 
sense of her own appeal and for once she was not at all sorry that Will was 
out of town... For that matter, she was glad! 

"I'll be happy to help out any way I can," Matt enthused, "but first, let me 
carry those packages for you. I'll blaze a trail for you and you can follow 
me." 

"Okay, if you insist," she agreed with a shy yet coy smile as she handed the 
eager young man the entire load of shopping bags and packages. Matt took 
them and without hesitation began to bulldoze through the snow in a straight 
line towards the door, stopping occasionally to stomp down the surface snow 
so that his curvaceous neighbor would not have to walk in fear of falling 
through the hard-crusted layer beneath. When they reached the entrance 
landing, Gerry rummaged in mock desperation through her purse, then finally 
found the key and unlocked the thick oak-paneled door, pushing it open wide 
with one hand as she turned to Matt to take several of the smaller parcels 
that were teetering on top of the pile he was carrying, about to fall off. 

"If you'll put them down there, Matt, I'll take care of them later," she 
said, pointing to a spot on the floor just inside the door. "I'll go turn on 
the heat to warm us up a little. In the meantime, why don't you fix us a 
drink... maybe a brandy... to get our blood going again?" 

Matt's facial features showed clearly that there was a struggle taking place 
within him. Should he take her up on the invitation... to what might turn 
out to be more than just a drink... or go home to Bonnie? Surely by now she 
knew that he had finished clearing their driveway and was no doubt peering 
out the window to see where he was. 

"Thanks, Mrs. Trend, but I'd better get out there and clear your path before 
it gets any later. Bonnie probably wonders where I am," he said 
apologetically, anxious to escape temptation but hating himself for not 
daring to exploit the attractive situation with the older woman. 

"Well, suit yourself. Perhaps another time... when you're not so rushed," 
Gerry purred suggestively. "But please, don't call me `Mrs. Trend'... It 
sounds so stuffy and makes me feel much older than I am... Just call me 
Gerry... or anything you like. A man like you ought to know what a woman 
likes to be called." Her voice was low and throaty as she stared 
provocatively at the flustered young veteran, then walked up to him and 
placed a light, surprising kiss on his lips. 

"That's for being such a dear to me," she said sweetly. "Tell Bonnie I'll be 
by tomorrow for a visit." 

She watched him through the window next to the front door as he made his way 
through the snow up to his own driveway. She saw him wave and hold up the 
shovel as though explaining something as he faced the front of his house. 
Then, after nodding toward the house, Gerry saw him cross back again to her 
own driveway and start to plough his way along the path he had made, 
pitching the deeper snow aside with all the zeal of a boy breaking his back 
to earn a reward. She had also been tempted, tempted to take advantage of 
her young neighbor's obvious desire for her, but Gerry knew that one wrong 
move now might ruin everything and spoil her chances to get all that she 
wanted in the future. It was better, she decided, to work it so that Matt 
and his wife would become members of the swapping group. That way, she could 
get her hands on the muscular young redhead and still have her share of the 
other men in the club as well. And why not? She had met the requirement for 
membership: she had recruited a person of the opposite sex, Rod Carey, and 
there was no reason why she should not enjoy all the privileges. It was just 
damned lucky for her, she thought, that there was no rule saying the recruit 
had to be your spouse. For God knows, Will, as crude and horny as he usually 
was, would never agree to let another man take her to bed. He would never 
understand that club members never allowed things to go beyond the purely 
physical stage. 

Gerry's thoughts turned then to Matt Engle again and what a great sex 
partner he would surely be with a little practice. It was evident that he 
had not had much experience with real women or he would have taken her up on 
what she had made fairly clear was an invitation to take her to bed. She had 
been with a man similar to Matt -- as far as age and experience were 
concerned -- at the last group session the week before. She felt a slight 
electric tingle dart thrillingly between her full thighs as she remembered 
that night. She could not even remember his name but she could never forget 
how his eyes had played over her naked well-rounded curves as she lay 
waiting for him on the bed, feeling tiny ripples of desire running over the 
sensitive nerve-ends of her skin. He had stopped for a moment to gaze at her 
lovely, large, high-set breasts peaked by the light brown nipples... and 
then his eyes had flicked lower to drink in the delicious sweep of her long, 
gradually rounded thighs. She had watched his hungry young gaze probe down 
between her slightly, and very purposely, spread legs to feast on the fleshy 
pinkness of her vaginal slit glistening wetly in the soft pubic hair 
covering her loins. 

"God, I'm getting hot just thinking about it," Gerry said aloud, as though 
there were someone invisible standing beside her to hear. She turned away 
from the window and started up the half dozen stair-steps to the living room 
level, shrugging out of her coat as she went. When she had adjusted the 
thermostat and felt drafts of heat pouring through the tastefully decorated 
room, she sat down on the plush down-stuffed couch and kicked off her shoes. 
It was impossible for her to shake the thought of Matt and the stimulating 
memory of her recent round of lovemaking with the man at the last meeting. 
She gritted her teeth tightly as she felt the familiar feeling of passion 
drift slowly, then faster through the tips of her nerves. 

She could no longer resist the overpowering urge to touch herself and lifted 
her buttocks off the couch to slip her pantyhose down over the smooth white 
lushness of her thighs. She pictured the exciting bulge in Matt's jeans and 
then allowed her mind to flash back to the sight of the nameless man at the 
meeting, standing over her by the bed with his long, thick penis jutting out 
in anticipation of the fuck she was going to give him. Now, as if in a 
dream, she moved her hands up to her big swelling breasts and began to 
massage them as they strained under her dress, searching for the trembling 
nipples and finally trapping them between her fingers, kneading and pulling 
them until it felt as though she would pull them 'loose from the quivering 
mounds and out through her dress. Then she groaned and turned over onto her 
palpitating belly, pressing the erect button of her clitoris tightly against 
the corded edge of the couch, hoping somehow to extinguish the fire that was 
raging there. But it was not enough and she found herself burrowing down 
harder, until finally she released her tortured breasts and groped down 
between the couch and her stomach to fondle the moist, throbbing mass of her 
pubic hair. She opened her legs wider, one knee almost touching the floor 
and the other scissored open and high on the soft couch cushions. She could 
feel her moist hole now pulsing against the tips of her fingers which drew 
the narrow furrow further apart, exposing the lips of her throbbing cunt to 
the warm air flooding the room. With a low moan, she sank one of her middle 
fingers deep into the viscous wet mouth. She felt relieved for a moment and 
held her breath, but it was still not enough and her desire flamed higher. 
The inferno inside her was raging more intensely, demanding more, more to 
staunch its lewd hunger. She slipped in another finger, moving all the way 
up on the couch in order to draw her knees up to a kneeling position, her 
naked buttocks waving high in the air as her raised skirt fell forward and 
bunched up in folds on her back. 

Oh Lord, if only she could have a cock now, she yearned, the vision of that 
last session still racing through her lust-fogged mind. It was as if she 
were there now, down on her hands and knees over that young man's loins, 
stroking his stiff cock with one hand and at the same time scratching 
lightly with her fingernails the hairy sac of his balls and cupping them 
with her other hand. He had groaned and thrust his hips upward involuntarily 
as the warm wetness of her parted lips closed delicately over the throbbing, 
thick head of his delicious prick. He had reached down and tangled his hands 
roughly in her hair to control the rhythm of her sucking motions, lifting 
his head a few inches from the pillow to watch his penis filling her mouth 
and spreading it until her lips were thin, a soft lipsticked oval encircling 
him. She knew that he had been all the more excited by the sight of his 
thickness buried between her eagerly sucking lips. 

The maddening stimulation of the memory brought Gerry to ever-rising heights 
of passion and she crammed her fingers into the moistness of her cunt in 
time to the picture in her mind when she had bobbed up and down like a 
primitive savage on that virile young stranger's gorgeous cock. She rocked 
back on her knees against her fingers, ramming them deeper inside her, but 
it only drove her wilder. In desperation, she withdrew one hand from beneath 
her and reached up over her buttocks to search the soft wet crevice, finally 
inserting a finger deep up into the tiny puckered anal opening between her 
naked ivory ass-cheeks. She gasped as in her haste she accidentally dug a 
fingernail into the soft fleshy inner walls, sending a sudden jolt of pain 
through her erotically contorted body. She paused for a moment, shivering as 
the stinging sensation subsided, and once again started the obscene 
self-fucking of her asshole and cunt. Her full white breasts swung to and 
fro as she moved, the hard nipples brushing sensuously against the velvety 
surface of the cushions as they danced beneath her kneeling torso. Wonderful 
flashes of electric sensation raced through every atom of her being as she 
finger-fucked herself and continued to picture that night... but now the man 
whose cock she was sucking had a different face! Suddenly she realized that 
it was Matt Engle's face, the handsome face of her new neighbor, Bonnie's 
strong young husband. 

The picture in her mind changed, became even more exciting, and she imagined 
herself sucking harder, actually trying to swallow the hardened penis until 
almost all of it seemed to disappear with each lusty thrust he made... until 
only an inch or so at the base showed white and gleaming outside her moist 
lips. She was flicking her hot lips over it, giving the glans a 
nerve-tingling lick on the outstroke and making it throb and jerk as though 
a live, twitching heart were beating inside. She could envision the sight of 
her own lips being pulled out obscenely as she clung to the hard flesh of 
his prick and sucked like a starving woman. 

In her imagination, she could hear Matt's deep, virile voice commanding her: 
"Suck it, Gerry, suck it," he growled, dropping his head back heavily on the 
pillow and forcing her head down harder with both hands until her red lips 
were pressed fully into the reddish-brown pubic hair at the base of his 
cock. 

"Suck harder!" the young man in Gerry's mind ordered, grunting as she slaved 
over him, her entire body beginning to gleam from the sheen of female sweat 
forming all over her skin. God, she loved it! She would rather suck big 
cocks than almost anything else in the whole world! 

She knew that pressure was building in the huge hairy balls. She knew it 
would not be long now. To her, his cock felt like it was filled with hot 
lead and was ready to explode like the bursting of a giant balloon... one 
that would spew its insides for miles in every direction. Matt shoved his 
loins up hard against her face, hearing her protesting mumble but not 
caring, not heeding anything but his quest for the wonderful end of this 
combination of pleasure and torture that was building, building, building 
toward the breaking point. 

"Aaaaaaaahh! Suck, you bitch, suck, keep sucking!" she heard her brawny 
neighbor gasp as he wound his hands tighter and more viciously in her hair. 
She saw in her mind's eye that his lips were bared back over his white teeth 
as though he were being tortured on the rack by sexual fiends. She felt his 
big cock set up a series of wild staccato jerkings that flooded her mouth 
with gush after gush of hot, white sperm, bloating her cheeks outward with 
each great spurt until Gerry was forced to swallow to keep from choking as 
she mewled and crooned over his writhing groin. 

"Don't stop, don't stop! Swallow all of it! Ooooh!" Matt Engle moaned 
incoherently as he convulsively rammed his spurting cock farther and farther 
down Gerry's constricting throat. Oh, she wanted it, every last drop of the 
precious sticky sperm, and kept on sucking crazily as he continued to shoot 
the full load,' deep, deep into her. Then, with one last bed-shaking groan, 
he emptied the final squirt of his cum into her mouth, but she went on 
nibbling at the spent cock, gently pulling and sucking until she was certain 
that there was nothing left. 

"Oh Jesus, Matt, more, I want more cock!" Gerry half-shouted into the quiet 
living room, waving her ripely rounded buttocks more wildly than ever as she 
plunged the fingers of both hands into her own lust-drenched pussy and anus. 
She fucked herself harder and faster, sinking the wet fingers inside her all 
the way up to the palms of her hands. 

Her lovely, noble face was twisted with passion and her cheeks flushed a 
crimson color, as she felt it coming, arriving with an almost paralyzing 
current in her belly, and she clung hard to the last remnants of her sanity. 
She was teetering on the edge of release, her whole body vibrating, and then 
the hot female juice gushed around her thrusting fingers, covering her hands 
and running down onto the couch cushions below her. She could feel it 
running in tiny prickly rivulets down the inside of her quivering thighs to 
her bent knees, pooling there. 

"Aaaaaaaahhh, ooooooooohhhh!" she gasped, her voice pitching out and 
reverberating from wall to wall of the room, signaling the intense bliss she 
was feeling. 

Gradually, the waves of pleasure lessened and became weaker, until finally 
she was afraid they were over altogether. But Gerry still wanted more, the 
real thing, and she stayed on her knees... bent forward on her shoulders 
like a common slave. She could not bring herself to withdraw her fingers 
from the two upraised passages up between her legs until the last dying 
throbs of orgasm had stilled in her body. At last, after what seemed an 
eternity, she pulled her hands back and the fingers slithered wetly from her 
partially-satiated cunt and rectum. She then lowered herself down until she 
lay full length on the soft couch and felt her own cum stain cooling where 
her lower tummy pressed against it on the cushion. When she had regained her 
breath a little, she rolled limply over on her side and allowed her thoughts 
to ramble on about Matt for several moments, relishing the mental picture of 
how she had sucked him off and made him cum in her mouth. 

Suddenly, Gerry snapped back to reality, realizing with startling force that 
it had all been a fantasy, nothing more. She had not been with Matt Engle, 
no; she had simply let her desire for him shape his face in her mind instead 
of the other man's, the one she had really gone to bed with at the last swap 
session. A brief flurry of anger came over her at her own silly mistake -- 
but one thing was sure now. She had to have that splendid hunk of man and 
she was willing to do almost anything to accomplish her goal. If it meant 
hurting Bonnie Engle, that was too bad. The naive young housewife had to 
learn the facts of life anyway -- particularly when she had such an exciting 
husband on hand to share them with. Gerry's brain began to function 
efficiently again as a plan began to form -- perhaps the answer to how she 
could achieve what she desperately wanted. 

Slowly, a bit unsteadily, she raised herself to a sitting position and 
lowered her rumpled skirt. 

"Mnnn, I guess I'd better call the cleaners in the morning," she chuckled to 
herself as she examined her dress and looked over at the drying cum stain on 
the cushion next to her thigh. "Or maybe I should just leave everything as 
is... Maybe my pussy scent will bring the sexy, redheaded son-of-a-bitch 
running and make things a lot easier." 

Gerry Trend laughed aloud again, as though at some special private joke, as 
she picked up her pantyhose and rose from the couch. She was alone now there 
was no denying it -- but not for long. She was confident that soon she would 
be getting all the satisfying companionship she could handle. She found 
herself trying to guess what her husband's reaction would be to the clever 
scheme she was working on. Well, whatever it might be, she thought, it did 
not matter now. He would never have the chance to find out. 

She caught a glimpse of the front yard as she headed towards the kitchen. 
There was a clean, deep path from her stationwagon up to the front door. 
Matt had kept his promise, all right, and she fully intended to give him his 
reward. 

CHAPTER TWO 

Bonnie Engle was glitteringly happy as she poked absent-mindedly through the 
array of cosmetics on the shelf next to the bathroom mirror. Even though it 
was Sunday and she and Matt had no plans to go anywhere, she wanted to be 
especially pretty for him. He had been extra attentive last night, wooing 
and caressing her as though it had been their first date, and later in bed 
he had made rapturous love to her. For a while, it 'had seemed that finally 
they might break through to each other and perform the sex act without 
having to endure the heartbreaking failure that they had come to expect in 
bed. In the end, of course, it was really the same as always -- she had been 
finally frightened when his penis grew hard and, as always, her whimpering 
pleas to him for more time until she was fully prepared... as hot as he 
was... made him limp and disgusted. His penis had wilted to softness again 
and he had rolled away from her to lie in silence for several minutes. 

But then he had turned back to her again to kiss her tenderly on the neck 
and shoulders, muttering loving reassurances all the while. 

Dismissing her worries, she suddenly brightened and peered critically at 
herself in the mirror, giving her long blonde hair a few extra strokes 
before putting the brush aside. Then, pouting out her lush, sensuous lips, 
she took up the tube of pale pink lipstick she had finally found and 
carefully applied it until her lips were lustrous and wet-looking, as though 
she had just licked them. Next, a light touch of faint blue eye makeup, a 
final pat on her hair, and she was a knockout... even if she did say so 
herself. 

Yes, she was just right, she decided. In spite of her innate modesty, she 
had to admit to herself that, for a twenty-two year-old housewife, she was 
an extremely pretty little dish. After all, she grinned sweetly in 
remembrance, she had managed to bag Matt for a mate and that must say 
something for her. And she had not been the only girl at college who had had 
her sights set for him. She could remember at least a dozen other attractive 
girls, some of them from wealthy families, who had boasted that they would 
land him first. But Bonnie had not shown any evidence of her tremendous 
attraction to him, as strong as it had been, and at last he had asked her 
out for a dinner date at an expensive restaurant. They had been utterly 
fascinated by each other, and within a matter of months, their wedding date 
was set. It had not been until the night of their honeymoon that the trouble 
began. He had wanted her to do things in bed that she had never even heard 
of . . and when she exhibited fear, he would lose his erection and usually 
stalk angrily out of the room. Then... Vietnam... Matt had been called into 
the service and shipped overseas before they had had a real chance to solve 
the problem. But he was back now... home... and had found a position as a 
junior executive with a promising new trucking firm. He liked the job, too, 
even though sometimes she felt just as lonely and neglected as she had when 
Matt was away serving as a second lieutenant in the army. He was taking his 
new position so seriously, worked such long hours and even at home some 
evenings, that she saw little of him during the week and had to content 
herself with their weekends together. But it was silly, she chided herself, 
to worry so. Everything would work out. 

She began to softly sing a little tune she recalled from her childhood as 
she gave herself a last check in the mirror. She was aware that her body was 
one of her greatest assets and that she made men desire her on sight. Her 
breasts were full but high and firm, their enticing rounded contours a nice 
contrast to her flat, narrow tummy. Her legs were long and perfectly 
tapered, the soft white thighs sloping down beautifully from the gentle 
swell of her hips. All in all, she supposed she was what people call a truly 
beautiful woman, and yet for some reason she was automatically filled with 
fear at the thought of having any man, even her own husband, insert his 
hard, awesome thing between her legs. 

"Honey, what on earth are you doing in there?" Matt called through the 
closed door, a slight edge of impatience in his husky voice. 

"Just prettying up a little. Don't worry, I'll be out in a second," Bonnie 
answered buoyantly, fighting down her sudden impulse to ask what he had been 
doing in the bathroom last night. But she knew better, for it only caused 
trouble between them when she was bold enough to question his actions. His 
term as an army officer had given him a sense of his own importance as well 
as a kind of strange comfort in having authority. 

Matt returned to the kitchen where a cup of coffee he had poured himself was 
only lukewarm now. Swearing mildly under his breath, he poured out the tepid 
black liquid into the sink and then filled his cup again with what was left 
in the still-steaming pot. He could not drive out of his mind the exciting 
thought of Gerry Trend's ripe, voluptuous body. For the thousandth time, he 
pictured in his mind how she had looked yesterday when they had talked 
together in her driveway. Christ, she must be absolutely fantastic between 
the sheets, he mused, sipping distractedly from his cup. Just the thought of 
her big breasts, plus the obvious roundness and exciting fleshy contours he 
had guessed were under her clothes, had worked him into such a frenzy last 
night that he had fruitlessly tried to relieve himself with Bonnie. He 
should have known better, of course, because the same frustrating thing had 
happened... Her body had stiffened and she had cringed as usual when he was 
ready to run his erect penis up between her thighs. That always ruined him! 
But then his desire had overwhelmed him again and he had actually thought of 
raping his own wife, then and there, just like an animal. 

Now he was glad that he had restrained himself and risen to go into the 
bathroom. It was not fair to Bonnie, he realized, but neither was she being 
fair to him... not as a wife should be to a man. Gerry Trend would never 
turn him down of that he was certain -- because she was clearly lonely and 
probably had all the know-how and desire to give a real man the time of his 
life. Just imagining the older woman's potential, as he sat there, caused 
his prick to jerk slightly and come to life in the crotch of his trousers. 

"Well, here I am, Matt," Bonnie said out of nowhere, startling the redheaded 
veteran back to the moment. She was standing in a pretty pose in the 
doorway, waiting for him to praise her fresh, vibrant appearance. 

"Hi, honey. I was just having some more coffee... thinking, that's all," 
Matt blurted out guiltily, afraid that somehow she had read his thoughts. He 
was not even aware of the look of disappointment that clouded her face when 
he said nothing about how she looked in her new dress... one she had bought 
with the money he had given her as a special gift soon after his homecoming. 
Worse yet, he had crawled out of bed that morning without bothering to give 
her the long cuddling and barrage of kisses that had always been part of the 
fun of waking up together. All this, the very morning after they had so 
blissfully loved and held each other in the dark of the night before... 

"What do you think of it, Matt?" she asked after an awkward silence, hating 
herself for giving in to her desire to have him admire her. Gathering up her 
courage, she made a half-hearted charade of modeling the new dress, striking 
haughty postures and twirling occasionally to make the skirt flare out and 
form a hoop around her firm, curved calves. 

"It's a midi, see," she said timidly, her spirits falling as she saw that he 
was not really interested and was smiling only out of politeness. 

"Yes, I know," he said desultorily. 

"Darling, about last night... " Bonnie began, hoping to miraculously change 
the mood in the air... even if it meant she had to admit that she had failed 
him again. 

"Hey, so that's a midi, uh? It's great, just right!" Matt interrupted, a 
broad, masculine grin spreading across his face. He sat up straight in the 
chair, his whole appearance perking with enthusiasm as he admiringly 
surveyed the sight of his lovely young wife standing there. 

"Yes, Matt, it is nice. But last night... " 

"And that's the one you bought with the money I gave you?" he asked, 
interrupting her again. Suddenly it became clear to her that he was not 
really interested in the dress at all, but merely wanted to avoid any 
conversation about her failure last evening to fulfill her role as a wife in 
bed. But now, just for once, she was willing to face the problem and wanted 
very much to talk it over with him in adult terms. There had to be a 
solution. 

"Matt, please, I want to talk about last night .. and all the other nights. 
Maybe we can decide what's wrong," Bonnie said evenly as she struggled to be 
rational and honest. 

"I'm afraid I'm in no mood to discuss the matter right now," Matt said 
sullenly, his face darkening once more. 

"Well, would you mind if I talked to Gerry about it? She's a woman and might 
know how to help," the blonde suggested meekly, her eyes brimming with 
tears. 

"Oh sure, go ahead! Go tell the whole damned neighborhood that the Engles 
can't make it in bed! Because little Bonnie's afraid of a hard-on -- be sure 
to add that!" Matt suddenly shouted at the top of his voice. He rudely 
pushed away his coffee cup, slopping over some of its contents on the table, 
then stood up and almost knocked over his chair as he turned to stride 
angrily out of the kitchen. 

"Matt, Matt, please... Bonnie called after him, big tears streaming freely 
down her face now. She looked down at her lap and saw that a small trickle 
of the spilled coffee was running off the edge of the table and down onto 
her pretty new dress. Then she heard through her sobbing the booming sound 
of the front door as her husband slammed it shut. 

* * * 

"Gee, Bonnie, that's a shame, but I've got some truly magical cleaning fluid 
to take care of it," Gerry Trend said reassuringly to the young blonde as 
they examined the coffee stain on the new dress. "I bought it at the 
supermarket this morning. You see, I had an accident yesterday, too. But 
this stuff is good." 

"Oh thanks... Matt bought this for me as a gift, so it's kind of precious to 
me," Bonnie explained to her. She was thankful that Gerry had dropped by for 
a short visit, for Matt was still outside tinkering with the car and refused 
to come back into the house. She had gone out to plead with him, but he 
would not even talk and had kept on with whatever he was doing, ignoring her 
as though she did not exist. 

"Shall I bring the dress over now?" Bonnie asked. 

"Not right now, honey, if you don't mind," Gerry said quickly. "In fact, 
I've got to rush. If you'll give me until, say, noon, you can bring it over 
then... and I'll have everything ready for you." The younger woman did not 
bother to question Gerry's puzzling tone or what it was that made it 
necessary to wait so long to walk next door and rub out a little stain. 

"Fine. I'll be over then," Bonnie nodded. 

"Oh, another thing," Gerry added, "take the back way when you come. The 
snow's not very deep there. I'll unlock the kitchen door for you and you can 
just come in." - "OK, but why not the front way? Matt said he cleared the 
walk for you yesterday," Bonnie wondered. 

"In case you don't know it, honey, we had a terrible freeze last night and 
the steps and walk are icy slick. I know, I almost broke my neck getting 
over here," Gerry smiled, convincing her neighbor that she was merely being 
considerate. 

"Incidentally," Gerry said casually, "I met your good-looking young husband 
yesterday and think he's marvelous. Uh - did you ever say anything to him 
about our little talk that day... you know, about the group... the club I 
wanted you to join?" 

"Heavens, no! He would hate me for even daring to think of such a thing," 
Bonnie shuddered. 

"So you two are getting along fine that way . as young lovers should? 
Right?" Gerry's inquiry was too bold and direct for Bonnie to side-step. 

"Of course ... It -- it's just... perfect... more than I can... tell you," 
the lush-bodied blonde fumbled, wringing her hands together on her lap until 
her knuckles were white. She was positive that Gerry was wise enough to 
catch the faltering uncertainty in her voice and know that she was lying, 
but oddly enough, the woman's expression did not change and there was no 
indication that the falsehood had been detected. 

"I'm happy for you," Gerry smiled. "I'll see you at noon, then." The lusty 
brunette waved goodbye and opened the back door of Bonnie's kitchen, 
grimacing with mock drama as she felt the blast of wintry air hit her face. 

As Gerry made her way cautiously down the steps, she felt a momentary pang 
of guilt for what she was about to do. But the way Bonnie had responded to 
the question about how their sex life was going had confirmed Gerry's 
suspicions -- that the newly-married couple had problems. Maybe she could 
actually help them, and if not, she could have a great time trying. She knew 
that her plan would work, though, and felt a glow of well-being as she 
picked her way along the snowy path that Bonnie would use later. All she had 
to do now was get Matt there at least a half hour before his wife came over 
with her soiled dress. She knew that he was in their garage, for she had 
looked out the window earlier and seen him leaning over the open hood of 
their car. From the look on his face, when he stood up to reach for what 
seemed to be a tool on the shelf behind him, he was upset about something. 
There had been an angry scowl on his face and he had moved like a man whose 
emotions were boiling in raging fury. 

When she reached the edge of the Engle's house, where the snow was deeper 
and gave way underfoot, she veered right and fought her way along the 
windowless side of their place to the garage where she had seen Matt 
working. She was beginning to wonder if he was really worth all this 
exertion until she rounded the corner and saw the powerful, boy-like man 
standing beside the car, peering quizzically down at the engine. God, yes! 
he was even better than she remembered. 

"Hello there," Gerry said cheerfully. "I've just had a talk with Bonnie and 
she seems to be upset. You two have a spat? Is there anything I can do?" 

"Huh -- oh, hello," Matt said surprised, his scowl changing at once to an 
expression of pleased recognition of the mature, tantalizing woman. By God, 
yes, there was something she could do, Matt thought to himself, but he 
doubted that things would ever work out so that they could do it together. 
He knew that he should not desire another woman so much -- especially when 
that woman was Gerry Trend, their own next-door neighbor -- but dammit, what 
could anyone expect of him? He was human and Bonnie was... 

"Matt, I asked if there's any way I can help out," Gerry queried again, her 
eyes bright with amusement as she watched the young man trying to cope with 
her question. It was perfect -- he was just as affected by her now as he had 
been yesterday and she had little doubt that her cunning scheme would 
produce splendid results and ultimately satisfy everyone. 

"Uh -- no... Everything is fine, really," he finally said a bit too 
emphatically. "It's nothing serious. Bonnie just has some adjustments to 
make and there's nothing you can do... that I can think of." 

"Are you sure, Matt?" Gerry asked with a trace of suggestion in her voice. 

"Oh yes, I'm... sure," he agreed. 

"There's something you can do for me, then... if you want to," the brunette 
said softly. "I can't seem to make my kitchen heater work at all, and I've 
been freezing all morning in there. Could you possibly come over later and 
have a look at it?" 

"Of course! I'll come over right now!" Matt said heartily as he reached up 
to close the hood of his car. 

"Good grief, no, not now," she laughed, placing her hand on his to stop him. 
"I'm not ready to allow a man in my house at this hour of the morning. I'm 
not finished straightening up. Could you make it sometime after eleven?" 

"That's great with me... I'll be seeing you," Matt said, shaking his head 
from side to side in admiration as he watched the gorgeous older woman fling 
him a conspiratorial wave of temporary goodbye and pick her way as 
gracefully as possible back along the space between the houses. He wondered 
why she had not simply walked out to the street and up her driveway to the 
path he had made the day before. Then he began to wonder how any husband 
could justify to himself what he was wishing he could do to Gerry... if it 
were somehow possible. 

CHAPTER THREE 

At eleven-fifteen Gerry was fully prepared. 

Although the house had not actually been messy, she had dusted the tops of 
tables, fluffed up the pillows on the couch, and generally enhanced the rich 
atmosphere of the living room and kitchen. There was a huge fire in the 
living room fireplace, the high wavering flames crackling cozily as they 
illuminated the room with subtle, mellow highlights and gave off a nice 
woody aroma. On the drainboard next to the cavernous stainless steel sink, 
she had placed a plastic bottle of unopened cleaning fluid . just in case 
her plan failed and Bonnie should want the stuff for the stained dress. 

Gerry had not used it on the couch cushion -- had merely turned it over 
instead -- and then remembered to pour out some of it into the sink... she 
had to if she might be forced to follow up on her story. She had told Bonnie 
how good it was. And yet, Gerry- was almost positive that the pretty young 
blonde would care about the spectacle she would see far more than about any 
silly little stain on a new dress. 

As Gerry gave the kitchen a last-minute once-over, she shivered from the 
chill and made a last check to be certain that the portable butane heater 
was hidden just behind the door to the laundry room off the kitchen. She had 
turned off the stationary heating unit in the room by making a trip to the 
cellar and flipping the switch to "off" . that easy. 

The final touch was her dress, a tight, form-fitting velour that accentuated 
every sinuous movement of her ripe body. The skirt was only slightly longer 
than mini-length and showed off to any interested male eye that her thighs 
were daringly lush and promising. The neckline of the dress was just as 
provocative; it swooped across her large breasts in a half-moon plunge from 
her shoulders, revealing the high, full curves of their tempting white 
mounds and the deep valley between them. 

It was eleven-twenty. She began to fidget and worry that perhaps for some 
unknown reason Matt might decide to stay home and not come over to perform 
what he thought was an innocent mechanical chore. He must know what she 
wanted, what he could have for the taking -- she had given him all the 
signs. Then she began to fear that she had gone too far, been too 
promiscuous... maybe he was just as afraid of sex as his wife seemed to be. 

She was sitting on a footstool in front of the sapping, hot fire, brooding, 
when she heard an insistant rapping at the back door. The lovely woman rose 
reflexively to her feet, smoothing her nut-brown hair as she stood there a 
moment, composing herself, and then went calmly back into the kitchen. He 
had come! 

She saw Matt Engle standing just outside the door, beating his arms with a 
crossing motion against his chest. 

"It's cold, goddamned cold... pardon my language... even for me!" Matt 
chattered as he stomped the snow off his boots and took off his jacket to 
shake it before stepping into the kitchen. Gerry closed the door behind him 
and grinned as she took his jacket and tossed it hurriedly on the handiest 
chair. 

"Come with me into the living room," she said with concern, "and warm 
yourself in front of the fire... I'll lay odds you won't turn down 
something to drink today... whiskey, brandy, something more exotic?" She 
waited patiently while the half-frozen redhead made up his mind. 

"As a matter of fact, Mrs. Trend, I wouldn't mind a shot of straight 
whiskey," Matt admitted as he knelt down at the hearth with his hands 
extended out towards the warming heat of the cheerful fire. Gerry stood 
there a moment, watching him toasting his big hands,; then grinned with 
confidence as she glided to the bar and poured out two generous slugs of 
high-proof whiskey into a pair of glasses. She saw out of the corner of her 
eye that he was watching her every move now, missing nothing, and teased him 
all the more by leaning down to pick up a towel from the bottom shelf of the 
bar, giving him' a good view of what she had to offer from the waist up. Her 
nipples were almost showing and she knew that it was time to stand up 
straight and give him a long look at her fleshy, symmetrical legs as she 
fixed the drinks... something more to excite the attractive neighbor before 
the next move that she had planned to fulfill her whole strategy. It was 
working, too, for his eyes were scanning her from head to foot, hungrily 
now, and he could not settle on one portion of her inviting ripe body long 
enough to decide what he wanted most. 

"If you'll show me the heater, I'll fix it," Matt said as he took the glass 
of whiskey from Gerry and downed almost half of the contents in one gulp. 
"Bonnie doesn't know... " 

"Don't think of her for a change," Gerry scolded, running her fingers 
through his wind-blown hair as she stepped closer and stood leaning slightly 
against him, her bare unstockinged thighs pressing warmly on his broad back. 
"We can talk about that later -- after I've warmed you up." 

She reached down then and took his hand, urging him to stand and face her. 
Without a word, she snuggled closer to him and placed her head on his 
shoulder as she began to tease him with delicate tracings of her fingers on 
the lobe of one ear and at the sensitive nerves along the back of his neck. 
He could feel her magnificent full breasts pressed against him and could not 
resist the temptation to tilt his head forward slightly to peer down the 
front of her velvety low-cut dress. What he saw took his breath away! My 
God, how he would like to plunge his hands down her dress and seize those 
big, beautiful orbs of white flesh, squeezing them until she begged for what 
he had between his legs. 

Gerry seemed to sense his lustful wish and dropped one hand from behind his 
neck to run her fingertips lightly along his slim hip, little by little 
inching toward his fly. She felt his penis jerking to hardness and he 
involuntarily lifted his muscular arms to wrap them around her, encircling 
her upper body as he crushed her to him tightly and bent his head to give 
the alluring brunette a rough, grinding kiss. She moaned as they held their 
mouths locked wetly together, pressing her moistening pelvic mound hard 
against the lower length of his now-lurching cock. The handsome young 
veteran reddened slightly and she had to suppress the desire to giggle when 
he flinched and drew back a step, surprised by her boldness and how she was 
beginning to come on with him. 

Matt was thoroughly confused because he definitely wanted her, in the worst 
way, and yet he had never cheated with another woman behind his wife 
Bonnie's back. Even in Vietnam, where practically all the servicemen went to 
bed with whores or nurses every time they had a chance, he had held out and 
suffered by himself, thinking of his new wife instead. Now, he began to 
wonder if he had not been a foolish chump, for Bonnie was just as frigid and 
frightened as she had always been -- and he was still frustrated. 

"Are you satisfied with Bonnie in bed?" Gerry suddenly asked in a low 
whisper as though she could see into his mind. 

"Well, she's young... but willing," he lied. 

"Is she... really?" Gerry persisted, suspecting the truth and realizing that 
he was probably only trying to protect Bonnie's honor as a young wife. And 
there was also the matter of his male pride; no healthy young man, barely 
out of his teens, wanted to admit that he was failing to stimulate his own 
wife enough to overcome her girlish fears of sex. 

"No, damnit," Matt confessed sourly. "She's like an iceberg and it's driving 
me crazy... and you're not helping much," he added, "standing here with me 
in that sexy dress of yours." 

"I'll take it off if it bothers you, Matt," Gerry cooed, breathing heavily 
into his ear as she leaned against him, straining forward on her tiptoes. 
She reached up again and curled her arms around his neck, moving her groin 
up tighter against his until they seemed to be glued together. His cock was 
painfully hard and he could feel the wetness from the seminal fluid seeping 
from the gland on the thick tip. It smeared against his leg inside his jeans 
until he was certain she could also feel the wetness through the material 
covering their genitals. Then, wantonly, she arched back her head and used 
both hands behind his head to pull down his mouth to hers. He could not stop 
himself and kissed back, greedily, thrusting his tongue deep in her mouth. 
She sucked gently on it, nibbling on the tender spear with tiny sharp nips 
of her teeth that sent chills running up and down the length of his spine. 
At last, he broke the kiss and placed his cheek against her shiny brown 
hair, thinking guiltily for a moment of Bonnie and the shock it would be to 
her if she could see him now, embracing the desirable plush body of Gerry 
Trend, the very woman who had comforted her during his absence. In her 
innocence, the blonde would never believe it. There was no such thing as 
marital infidelity, not to her. 

"What's wrong, Matt, are you afraid to take on a real woman?" Gerry asked 
tauntingly, drawing back a little to gaze up at him, all her sulky charm 
smouldering sexily in her coffee-colored eyes. She had him exactly where she 
wanted him and intended to enjoy 'every moment of exotic pleasure possible 
while acting out her plan for even more pleasure in the future. 

"Are you kidding or something?" he bluffed, his masculine self-respect 
tottering between pride and doubt. "I was only thinking that we shouldn't 
get so involved before I look at the heater... you wanted me to fix it, 
didn't you?" 

"Of course... what else?" she questioned. He was momentarily relieved and 
yet also disappointed by her answer. Christ, yes, he was guilty for what he 
had already done but he knew it was impossible to deny that he wanted more, 
all he could get of the enticing, available woman. It fractured his ego to 
think that perhaps she really would be satisfied if he merely fixed the 
heater and left with nothing but a "thanks" for all this. 

"Follow me, baby, and I'll show you where it is," she said with feigned 
nonchalance as she guided him towards the kitchen. "Here, use this portable 
thing to keep you warm while you work. It's the butane one I usually keep in 
the main bathroom," she said as she wheeled out the heater from behind the 
door and pushed the button to start it going. 

"Yeah, okay, and thanks," Matt said sharply. He was not used to taking 
orders -- from anyone! In the army he had been trained to give orders... but 
his legs were still trembling and there was still a hardness in the crotch 
of his trousers from the teasing round of love-play between them in the 
living room. He sighed under his breath and knelt down to check out the 
faulty heating unit that she pointed to. 

"I'll be back in a few minutes, after I attend to something else," Gerry 
announced almost haughtily as she left the room for whatever it was she had 
to do. As sexually inflamed as she was, she still had to keep her head 
enough to make sure that everything went according to schedule. Just inside 
the den she had earlier decided to use as a makeshift dressing room, she 
cast a quick look at the clock perched on a shelf over the bookcase. It was 
eleven-forty, only twenty minutes before Bonnie was due to drop by with her 
stained dress. No time to waste, Gerry thought, stripping off her vampish 
dress and reaching up high on her back to deftly unhook the fastening of her 
bra. When she was completely naked, she took up Will's bottle of rare brandy 
and uncorked it to take a big slug before leaving the cozy room. She grinned 
in anticipation of what Matt's reaction would be, once he saw her this 
way... all bare flesh... the way she liked to be around men. She left, then, 
feeling the pleasant glow from the liquor mixing with the glow of female 
excitement spreading like a lovely fever in her stomach. 

Matt's thoughts droned on as he searched futilely for the clue to what was 
wrong with the heater. His mind labored to dismiss the feeling he had that 
Gerry had insulted him and now he strove to rationalize away the shame that 
he felt for being an unfaithful husband to Bonnie. And he knew that if he 
had his way now, what had taken place a few, minutes ago in front of the 
fireplace was only a beginning. He meant to go all the way with Gerry, both 
to relieve the frustrating demands in his loins and give the teasing, 
self-assured bitch all she had coming to her. 

A moment later, when Gerry reached the entrance to the now warm kitchen, she 
paused and forced herself to think everything over one last time. The timing 
had to be just right. Then she looked down at her full large breasts and at 
the ripe ruby-tipped nipples standing out like miniature peaks on the ample 
mounds. She moistened them with saliva from her tongue so that their erect 
tips shone wetly adn throbbed slightly from the touch of her own fingers 
against them. Then she walked in and stood shamelessly in front of him as he 
examined the heater. It took him a moment or to to notice that she was 
beside him, but finally he looked up. 

"Jesus! you're -- you're undressed... you're naked!" he exclaimed in 
surprise as his eager hazel eyes roved over the brunette's deliciously 
rounded body. He was blushing but not so much that she could miss the 
pleased smile that broke across his face as she stood there displaying 
herself. 

Matt could see that she was just as ready as he was. There were little 
dewdrops of wetness along the pink hair-lined lips of her vagina and it was 
all he could do to keep from walking forward on his knees to plant his lips 
on the softness there between her thighs. Instead, he rose to his feet 
immediately and grabbed her up in his brawny arms, crushing her to him as he 
kissed her fully on the mouth and then moved down to tease her ear with his 
tongue. Tremors surged through Gerry and she was alive with erotic 
sensation. 

"Hurry, take off your clothes," she said almost pleadingly. She wanted him 
as soon as possible. It was a battle to stop herself from reaching out to 
rip off his clothes, to strip him for readiness then and there... 

"How would you like to fuck me there... on the kitchen table?" she panted as 
she gestured towards the sturdy surface that she had cleared for the 
occasion. It was exactly high enough, just as she had guessed it would be, 
and would be ideal for what was on the verge of happening. She watched Matt 
struggle frantically to get out of his clothes, every cell in her being 
screaming for him to hurry. She was seething with impatience. He had his 
shirt off and she could see the well-cut plates of muscle that formed his 
powerful chest. Now he peeled down the jockey shorts to his hips, cursing at 
the difficulty he was having as he tried to get them over his hardened 
penis. At last he succeeded and the beautiful length sprang out and up into 
full view of her eyes. 

She gasped at the sight. 

Gerry could not take her eyes from the wonderful cock before her and gazed 
in awe at it jutting out from his flanks, the big glans fanning out like a 
majestic cobra head at the end of its alert length. She shuddered against 
her will and lowered her eyes a bit more to the big balls beneath. Matt's 
testicles were larger than any she had ever seen and sagged down between his 
legs like loaded pendulums that ached with fullness. 

"God, you're beautiful!" she muttered. 

"Thanks... but you're damned good yourself, Mrs. Trend," he said as he 
blinked his eyes approvingly at her. He felt a little more confident now and 
decided, that the reward in store would be. well worth the prolonged, 
torturous waiting. Her eyes still reveted to his groin, she allowed herself 
to be guided backwards to the edge of the kitchen table. They lingered there 
a moment as he cupped her naked breasts in both hands, squeezing them, until 
he squatted down and fastened his teeth harshly into the stiff nipple of her 
swollen left breast. She groaned in painful surprise and attempted to twist 
free from the sudden sharp torture, but his young hands held her fast. The 
redhead's questing mouth roamed from breast to breast, sucking and chewing 
at the white quivering softness of them and causing blissful twitches of 
feeling that descended like feathers to the vee of her pubic region. She 
squirmed and pressed closer anxiously, hoping that he would not hesitate a 
second more before he gave her the full benefit of his thrilling endowment. 

"Please, please put it in me," Gerry begged, her carefully calculated scheme 
now forgotten and unimportant as she utterly freed herself in her lust. 

"Put what in you, Mrs. Trend?... Where?" Matt demanded as his courage 
steadily strengthened. 

"Oh, darling, your cock... put your big cock in my hot pussy. Fuck me, fuck 
me," his married neighbor groaned. Her passion was washing her brain of 
reason and she was positive that she would die on her feet if the handsome 
young bastard made her suffer a second longer. She looked down again at the 
pulsing, blood-filled cock-head and said, "It's so big, so beautiful. I want 
it inside me, please! All of it!" 

He moved forward and forced her down flat on her back on the table with his 
youthful strength. When she was placed where he wanted her, he eased his 
hands under the smoothness of her buttocks and cupped them. They were satiny 
and as pleasing to hold as he had expected them to be. She was spread before 
him on the table and he could take her at will any time he decided to. He 
thought of Bonnie as he leered over the woman writhing impatiently below 
him. If only his blonde goddess of a wife were just half as daring as Gerry 
Trend, Matt thought, he would be home with her instead of hovering over the 
next-door neighbor as she lay like a savory feast on her own table. 

Gerry suddenly hunched up to her elbows and thrust one hand far forward to 
grasp his penis. He moaned and forgot about his wife as he felt the coolness 
of the mature woman's fingers close around the rigid span of his thick 
girth, using his prick like a handle to pull him closer. His mind was fogged 
with animal lust as he placed his hands on the tops of her trembling thighs 
and leaned his head down within inches of her glistening pubic hair. Her 
female odor was mind-reeling, a perfume he had longed for, and it reminded 
him somehow of honest earth and blooming gardenias. She bridged the full 
length of her body upwards, searching for him, then found his solid 
shoulders and managed to pull him down over her pearl-white nakedness as she 
opened her legs wide to take him into her. She had to have him now, that 
instant, and grasped his long hard throbbing cock again with one hand as she 
parted her cuntal lips obscenely with the fingers of the other. 

The manhood of Matt Engle flared and he powered himself free of Gerry's grip 
and stood up straight with his jutting cock in one hand. He was wild with 
desire now, a brute whose instincts were ignited by her raving lewd need to 
have him. Then, slowly, cruelly, he guided his oozing cock forward, using 
the thick rubbery head to part the soft curling pubic hair and the fleshy, 
palpitating flanges of her cunt. She tossed her head to one side on the 
glossy table as she felt its soft electrical contact against the parted, 
ragged edges of her moist cunt. It was too much to take easily and the 
hot-blooded woman winced when the first pressure against the tight elastic 
opening of her vagina became more than she had expected. 

He thrust into her, stretching wide the soft opening until he was buried in 
her stomach and only about four inches of the lust hardened shaft were 
visible outside her half filled vaginal hole. He pushed harder, then, 
sliding up into her like a greased telephone pole that wanted nothing else 
but to be rammed deep into the warm pink cunt flesh surrounding and 
engulfing it. She jumped as his balls collided against the smooth, hairless 
crevice between the cheeks of her tightly-clenched ass. She was getting more 
than she had bargained for. She had underestimated this boy and now moaned 
defenselessly below him, her face showing pain as much as the wanted 
pleasure. 

"Easy, eeeeaasssy," the experienced but impassioned woman pled as he started 
an unrelenting fucking motion into her cunt. She knew, even in her tormented 
state of mind, that gradually the agony would lessen and a sensation of pure 
pleasure would eventually replace it. 

And she was right, for the eager young stud's strokings against her thighs 
and wide-stretched buttocks slowly renewed the raging fire that had only 
fluttered for awhile in her. She began to meet his thrusts again and 
undulated her voluptuous torso around on the table to goad him on. The 
sinews of her muscles flexed lightly under her skin and the cords of her 
belly tensed rhythmically as she received each thrilling lunge. 

"Ah, yes, that's right, just. right... Keep on... screwing me, keeeeep 
oooonnn," Gerry groaned out as Matt Engle rammed into her faster, prodded to 
fresh bursts of abandoned enthusiasm by the encouragement she obscenely 
mouthed. He pushed his hands down beneath her again and pulled her open 
loins up tighter against him. He fucked in and out of her as if he were 
hypnotized, insinuating the rigidity of his whole length back and forth in 
the wide-spread slit, sensing it grow wetter and softer with each stroke he 
gave her. Her ass began a more desperate motion, rotating in a sort of 
circle and humping at the same time, until without warning she snaked out 
her legs and closed them just enough to allow her to kick crazily with her 
bare heels on the firm, trim cheeks of his buttocks, driving him even closer 
and more violently into the canyon of her splayed, quiveringly open thighs, 
deeper, deeper... Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut and yet her fingers 
searched forward and finally found Matt's driving buttocks, locking there as 
she twisted insanely, a portion of her firm, rounded buttocks hanging a few 
inches over the sharp wooden edge of the table. 

Matt had no doubt now that he had the upper hand, that his male superiority 
had conquered her and now he had this hot-blooded married neighbor of his in 
the best position possible. Hell, he could come over and do this to her any 
time he decided to, he thought with a half-cruel smile on his face, because 
it was pretty obvious that she liked cock... and she was also married. 
Certainly she would not be any more anxious to have her husband find out 
about this than he, Matt, would be to have his own little Bonnie know about 
the ecstatic interlude. 

"How do you like it, Mrs. Trend?" he growled down at her as he gave the 
stunning brunette a brutal thrust. 

"Oooooh, oooooohh," Gerry wailed, unable to answer or even make her mind 
work. 

Still grinning, he gazed down between her legs and was so excited by the 
lewd sight that he ground his pelvis into the squirming flaccid flesh 
beneath him even more viciously as she moaned continuously, a sound 
somewhere between agony and heavenly bliss. He watched his thick cock pull 
all the way out to her flaming wet cuntal lips on the back-stroke and then 
push them in as he slid' smoothly into her on the instroke. Her mouth gaped 
open wide each time the huge head banged hard against her tender cervix, 
jarring her. Her cunt was filled full of him, the delicate wet flesh of the 
wide stretched passage yielding and closing as though she had been using her 
mouth on him, sucking him off. 

"Ooooh, god, baby, fuck, fuck me! More, more! It's so goooood!" she whined 
as she clawed her long fingernails over the cheeks of his tense buttocks, 
leaving scratch marks on them. Matt could feel his prick expanding and 
flexing inside her as it if were going to burst from the exquisite pleasure 
damming up in his balls as they smacked bluntly against her anus below. She 
was still rolling her head on the hard table surface in wild, unequivocal 
ecstasy, her rich brown hair loose now and flowing from side to side. His 
iron-hard, stiff cock sawed inexhaustibly into the depth of her stomach, the 
veins along the thick shaft pulsing with the hot blood that engorged them 
until Gerry could feel them standing out and pressing against the walls of 
her vaginal passage . God, god, god, this was too good to be true! The sense 
of it rose like intuition from her mind, a mind reduced to sheer animal 
consciousness. 

"Now, darling, now! Work your finger up my ass, oh pleease!" she implored 
shamelessly. Matt had never done this before to any woman, let alone Bonnie, 
but he was not opposed to learning something new that could really satisfy a 
woman. He slipped one hand free and reached down below his throbbing penis 
to where his testicles were hanging between his neighbor's creamy white 
thighs... hanging like wine sacs below the table-top. Pushing aside his own 
balls, he placed his powerful hand on the wetness of her anal crevice and 
stretched the white moons of her buttocks side. He probed with the tip of 
his middle finger and suddenly found her tiny, slightly throbbing rectal 
mouth. A moist trickle of warm male semen and pussy secretions was running 
down the widely stretched cleft and wetting the tight, puckered little hole, 
lubricating it slightly and he searched experimentally for a moment with his 
fingertip. Then he shoved hard, feeling it give until suddenly the rubbery 
elastic ring gave way completely and his finger slithered in up to the first 
knuckle joint. Gerry cried out and tried to wiggle away, but he pushed 
harder and sank into her up to the second knuckle. 

"It hurts, Matt, oh... oh!" 

For the barest instant, he thought of withdrawing the finger and sparing her 
the pain she must be feeling. He hesitated as the idea disappeared from his 
sex-centered mind, just long enough to convey his uncertainty to the 
gorgeous woman spread-eagled on her own kitchen table below him. Her glazed 
eyes popped open like the shutters of camera lenses and showed the 
impatience and frustration she felt. 

"No, don't stop  hurry up, hurry! Hurt me, hurt me!" 

Momentarily amazed, he felt her suddenly begin to fuck her ass up on his 
finger until it was sunk in her rectum as far as it could go. He could feel 
through the thin wall of flesh separating her twin passages the bottom side 
of his cock, and he began to slide in and out of her again, impaling her 
between the finger and his penis as he attempted to maintain the same rhythm 
for both as she groaned gratefully again. He had never believed anything 
could be this good, this wild and easy. 

* * * 

"Golly," Bonnie blurted when she saw the clock in the kitchen. It was a 
little past noon and Gerry would be expecting her next door with the new 
stained dress. The blonde had been puttering about absent-mindedly in the 
kitchen for some time now, polishing things and rearranging canned goods on 
the shelves, while reevaluating her marriage with Matt. She had not come to 
any brilliant conclusions, it was true, but at least she had decided to try 
harder to banish her fears and be a woman as well as a wife to him. She 
loved him, more than he knew or believed, and her strongest wish in life was 
that they would solve their problems and once more experience the joyful, 
carefree delight that they had taken from each other in the beginning of 
their courtship. 

But it might take longer now to start working on what was wrong. Matt must 
be really upset this time -- he had been out there fiddling with their car 
for what seemed an eternity to her. But she was not about to push him at the 
moment, despite how much she yearned to run out there, fling her arms around 
him and be reassured of his love by a kiss and a long, warming hug. He had 
been touchy since his return from Vietnam and she was convinced that it 
would take some more time for him to settle down and be himself. 

Sighing, Bonnie put on her coat and snatched up the dress from the back of a 
chair where she had placed it earlier. Then, remembering, she took up the 
pencil and pad that she kept for shopping lists and jotted down a quick note 
for Matt... in case he came back inside before she returned home from 
Gerry's. She printed "I love you" in exaggeratedly large letters at the 
bottom of the message and put it in front of his chair so he would see it if 
he wandered in for a cup of coffee, as he normally did, after being outside 
working on their driveway or whatever. 

It was not abnormally cold, she noted thoughtfully, remembering Gerry's 
report on the weather that morning. Bonnie shivered nevertheless and hurried 
as fast as she could towards the Trend house. When she was midway between 
the houses, she stopped to pull the hood of her coat up to protect her ears 
from the harsh air and then saw the crisp-edged holes in the snow where 
someone had walked from their garage down and back from where she was 
standing. It looked as though the foot-holes were fairly fresh, but her eyes 
were starting to water from the below-freezing temperature and she could not 
be certain. Maybe Matt had wallowed through the deep drifts to come into 
their kitchen and surprise her... maybe to make up... and had then 
stubbornly changed his mind and returned to the garage. Well, whatever it 
was, she would freeze on the spot if she stood there any longer trying to 
figure it out. 

Bonnie charged through the blinding white snow until with relief the almost 
non-existent back path led her to the kitchen door of her neighbor's house. 
She paused a second, despite the cold, to pull back the hood of her coat and 
shake out her abundant blonde hair, smoothing it with one hand before she 
knocked. She was fond of Gerry and yet somehow the sophisticated, 
always-chic woman intimidated her to the point of feeling tousled and behind 
everything when they were together. 

Bonnie was reaching up to rap her nearly frozen slender knuckles on the 
window-pane to the right of the door when a paralyzing tremor of shock 
stopped her. 

It was a nightmare going on in her girlfriend's kitchen. 

Blinking, she pressed her face against the window and saw that the horrible 
thing going on inside was no dream. Matt, her own husband was standing over 
Gerry . They were both naked and her handsome redheaded mate was driving 
back and forth like a demon between Gerry Trend's obscenely gaping legs.. on 
her own kitchen table... in broad daylight! He was making love to her -- 
fucking her -- and his right hand was moving rapidly in an obscene pistoning 
action somewhere lower, somewhere in front of him and down where Gerry's 
"other" place would be. From what the astonished young housewife could see, 
they were completely, uninhibitedly drowning in erotic pleasure and felt 
nothing but lust. Bonnie fluttered her lashes to clear her unbelieving eyes, 
focusing them with all the strength she had to be positive that what she saw 
inside was really happening. Oh, but it was... Matt was having the time of 
his life between Gerry's wellrounded thighs; he was oblivious, as she was, 
to everything -- marriage, love, faithfulness... everything! They were 
cheating, like selfish beasts, cheating, fucking and cheating while their 
innocent spouses... their own naive partners in marriage... were supposed to 
sit around trusting them! 

Bonnie felt the stinging tears coursing down her face. How could he, how 
could he do this? she asked herself over and over. Like a word repeated too 
many times, the question became meaningless to and furious jealousy began to 
push it aside. Her, first, immediate impulse was to throw open the door and 
attack the nakedly writhing pair with a self-righteous rage, one they would 
never forget, to show them how wrong it was to overstep the bounds of 
marital fidelity. But no, that would be too simple... She wanted to pay back 
Matt and that treacherous vamp, Gerry Trend, in a way that would have a 
lasting impact. 

Bonnie clutched the soiled dress to her chest and mashed back through the 
snow towards her house. With her shock and anger lending her force, she was 
like a human snowplow and arrived at her own back door in half the time it 
had taken her to leave it and innocently fight her way to Gerry's kitchen a 
few moments ago. She wanted to be alone and decide what she would do. 

* * * 

Matt's loins were aching beyond all human endurance with the burning need to 
empty his sperm into the woman writhing and moaning on her back on the table 
in front of him. Gerry was thoroughly out of her mind with passion, pitching 
beneath him in a maniacal frenzy as he skewered into her hotly clasping cunt 
and rammed up into the soft rubbery depths of her rectum with his finger. 
Great torrents of heat were building in his balls and he sensed that she too 
was close to orgasm. 

"Oh, oh, oooooh . I'm cumming, I'm cumming, oh, nowwwwwww! Aaaaaah, 
aaaaaaaahh!" she cried out, filling the otherwise silent kitchen with the 
lewd crooning sounds of her orgasmic angony. Her cum juice flowed out wetly 
around his tiill pumping cock, spilling down into the soft, quivering cleft 
between her buttocks and onto his balls. Dazzling flashes of light filled 
her head as she continued to grunt out her climax, her vaginal juices still 
seeping out of her onto the full trembling globes of her uncontrollably 
jerking buttocks. 

Suddenly he reached the top, the long-awaited pinnacle of his young male 
need, and began to squirt his hot sticky cum into the uttermost depths of 
her hungrily clasping cunt. Her mind flashed on and off in unthinking 
sensuality as the strong scorching spurts surged against her womb, filling 
her to overflowing. She clenched her vaginal muscles and milked thirstily at 
the wildly spewing prick until he could do nothing but stand there limply, 
breathing hard in a desperate effort to fill his lungs with the air they 
needed. His sperm poured out of her in a river-like flow and formed a small 
lake between her thighs, finally building to the point where it was too much 
and began to trickle in long white streams over the edge and down to form an 
obscene puddle on the floor between Matt's feet. 

At last he pulled out of her and his deflating cock made a soft hissing 
sound like a cork popping from a 'wine bottle as her pussy lips reluctantly 
released it. Gerry whimpered and ran her hands through her hair, her legs 
trembling, her sweat-soaked stomach quaking as the last throes of her orgasm 
weakened and left her drained of strength. 

After a long silence, except for their dwindling gaspings for breath, Gerry 
slowly took hold of the table edges and pulled herself up to a sitting 
position. Sitting there with her cum-moistened legs dangling down over the 
end of her perch, she raised her eyes and saw that Matt was sitting slouched 
on a chair by the jimmied heater. Then she suddenly snapped back to the 
realization of what their wonderful fuck session was all about. Good Lord, 
she did not even know whether her fatigued lover's wife had seen it or 
not!... What if Bonnie had missed Matt so much that she had gone somewhere 
else to look for him and had just forgotten the noon appointment? 

Well, there was no sense in backing out now, Gerry resolved. She would have 
to play it as if she were absolutely certain that Bonnie had seen them 
together, hopefully during the last minutes of that delightful session. 
"Matt, listen to me a minute," Gerry said evenly. He shook his head 
violently, like a man trying to come out of sleepiness, and looked over at 
her with a wide grin of satisfaction lifting his loose lips. 

"Yeah, baby, I'll listen." 

"I just want to say that there's plenty more of this coming," Gerry 
promised, "if and only if . . you and your sweet little wife are willing to 
join the local club." 

"Hugh? What club?" he asked with a look of puzzlement. 

"Bonnie will tell you -- if you're interested. You might find it quite an 
interesting pastime," she added with a feminine smile as she got off the 
table and crossed to the glowing butane heater, kneeling and rubbing her 
hands together as her cooling body absorbed the waves of warmth radiating 
outwards from the unit. "You were grand, no kidding, but you'd better go 
home now before Bonnie comes looking for you... Just remember what I said -- 
you know, about the club where we all have fun." Mystified, the tired young 
veteran rose and started to dress, wondering about the "club" and what his 
wife was doing at home while she waited for him. Now, now that he and Gerry 
were finished for at least that afternoon, he felt less cocky and confident 
about being able to stroll over and take the thirtyish, sexy brunette 
whenever he wanted to. "Okay, I'll remember... and I'll find out what the 
hell you're talking about from her." 

"That's good. Do that... and thank you for a great afternoon, even though 
you never did get around to fixing my `other' heater," Gerry said gloatingly 
as Matt stood by the back door, buttoning up his jacket. Then, without so 
much as a goodbye, he pulled on the knob and stepped outside with a 
sheepish, strained expression on his face. 

CHAPTER FOUR 

Bonnie waited impatiently in the front room, her wrath building higher with 
each passing moment as she pictured the disgusting scene of her husband's 
betrayal with her girlfriend and neighbor, Gerry Trend. The angry young 
blonde was waiting there, in the living room, because she guessed that would 
probably come in the front door to keep up the pretense that he had been out 
there stewing all this time in their garage. He would expect her to be in 
the kitchen, dutifully preparing some tasty dish for his dinner. 

She was doubly infuriated as she fully realized how gullible she had really 
been in thinking that he had been out there, nursing his injured pride, 
while she had fretted and blamed herself for all the trouble and heartbreak 
in their new marriage. From now on, she thought, she flatly refused to be 
the scapegoat in their marriage -- if there was still a marriage to save. 

Her thoughts turned then to Gerry Trend, her so-called friend, the neighbor 
she had so respected and trusted. The woman had had the gall to suggest that 
she become entangled in the handy local partner-swapping group. After all, 
it was only fun, a harmless kind of entertainment. To Bonnie, it sounded 
like a lot of depraved sex-fiends who very casually traded mates as though 
they were mere currency to buy evenings full of weird kicks. As lonely and 
desolate as Bonnie had been then, without Matt, the very thought of getting 
into bed with perfect strangers at random filled her with repulsion. She 
would be hardly more than a prostitute. At the time of the suggestion, she 
had been bowled over by the idea that Gerry was really able to do such a 
thing. 

But the longer Bonnie sat there mulling it over, the more she began to 
wonder if she had not been just as much a fool than as she had today, 
trusting, believing, saving her body for the man she had married. Perhaps 
she had been wrong to be so silly and afraid, so bluffed by what she had 
thought was her role as a loyal, waiting housewife... Perhaps she should 
have had the good sense to seize on a good opportunity when it presented 
itself. Why not? Matt her hero husband, was certainly not bothering to be 
faithful to her. She had just seen proof of that. 

"All right, Matt, you asked for it... Now you're going to get it," she 
decided aloud, her fresh young facial features glowing at the revenge she 
had in store for him. 

Suddenly there was a noise at the front door and, just as she had predicted, 
Matt appeared in the living room, stripping off his jacket as he stomped up 
the stairs to the front room. He flung the jacket over the top railing and 
blew into his folded hands, finally tossing a furtive glance at Bonnie. She 
gave no sign that she had even noticed his entrance and continued to sit 
there, sullen and uncommunicative, as she stared down at a magazine she had 
grabbed up quickly, at the sound of the door opening, to camouflage her real 
feelings. 

They were silent for a moment while Matt cast about in his mind for 
something appropriate to say to her. 

"Look, about out little misunderstanding this morning, try not to worry 
about it," Matt generously offered as an opener. It was all Bonnie could do 
to restrain the burst of sardonic laughter that rose to her throat. My God, 
he was actually being kind! Well, she could afford to be kind too if she had 
just come home from a bout of love-making with an attractive neighbor. 

"But we've just got to do some serious thinking about your problems, Bonnie, 
he added almost harshly, amending what even he realized might have been too 
much leeway in his opening remark. "But let's forget it for right now, 
okay?... By the way, what's for dinner this evening?" 

"I really don't know -- I haven't thought about it... Why don't you fix us 
some fried eggs, darling? You shouldn't have any trouble handling that, a 
big man like you," Bonnie said sarcastically. She did not even lift her eyes 
from the magazine she held, still pretending to be wholly engrossed in the 
contents. She was prepared for the outburst of indignation that she knew 
would not be very long in coming. 

Matt could not believe his ears. She had never displayed outright insolence 
or ever been anything but eager and willing to serve him like a slave... 
except in bed... since he had known her. And now she was just sitting there, 
had not even bothered to look up at him, even though normally she would 
already be flying around the kitchen to make something special for their 
Sunday dinner. It must, be that the little idiot was still upset from their 
tiff this morning, he concluded readily as he sat down in a chair opposite 
her. It was only that she felt hurt because he had been gone so long and was 
just waiting for him to say something sweet, a few love-words to show her 
that all was well between them. But Jesus, how should he have known that 
what started out to be a friendly gesture towards Gerry would assume such 
gigantic proportions? The redheaded lad knew that he would have relented and 
come back inside from the garage long ago, had it not been for the 
unexpected outcome of his visit next door to the Trend place. But there was 
no way to explain it, no apparent excuse he could give without revealing 
everything. She would forgive him if she knew what had happened, if somehow 
she could understand how his mind had been taken over by raw lust, clouded, 
and how deeply guilty he felt for having vented his sexual needs behind her 
back. 

"Bonnie, come on now, I've already said that it's all right about this 
morning," he soothed. At that, he saw her blue eyes snap up to glare 
hatefully at him as she threw the magazine to one side and leaned slowly 
forward from her seat, taking a long deep breath before she spoke. 

"Oh, so it's all right because you say so," she fumed. He could hear the 
accusation in her voice and sat nervously in his chair, squirming, watching 
her young, pretty, finely etched face darken with the intense fury she 
obviously felt. 

"Sure, honey, it's okay. Why not?" 

"Why -- why not?... " Bonnie asked contemptously. Then she remembered her 
purpose and deliberately lowered her voice as she went. "Matt, forgive me, I 
was just jealous for a minute. It wasn't fair and I'm sorry... Of all 
people, I don't have any reason to blame you." 

"What're you talking about?" he demanded, his greenish hazel eyes 
searchingly alert. 

"I'm talking about today, of course, when you were with Gerry in her 
kitchen... I saw," Bonnie sighed with acceptance, steeling herself to keep 
her tears back as the vivid picture of him with their neighbor once again 
blared in her brain. 

"You... you saw... what?" Matt stammered with disbelief but dread that she 
might be telling the truth. 

"I saw you and Gerry having a little fun, that's all. She was spread out on 
the kitchen table while you... while you... fucked her," the blonde said, 
managing to feign a little grin of conspiratorial understanding as she 
purposely used the four letter word. Her incredulous husband shook his head 
slowly from side to side, trying to comprehend what she was saying. She had 
actually seen him screwing Gerry -- she must have and here she was talking 
about the act of infidelity and using that word almost casually. Nothing 
made sense about it. He and his wife were failing together sexually, and yet 
Bonnie could admit that she had seen him fucking like an animal into another 
woman without falling apart, as most women would especially when the other 
woman was Gerry Trend. He began to wonder if he were losing his mind. 

"But don't you care . at all?" he asked. 

"You know better than that," she answered vaguely. "Didn't she mention the 
local group?" 

"Yes, she did, but... " 

"Do you mean she didn't tell you about me?" This was a crucial moment in 
Bonnie's revenge, as she had no way of knowing whether the older woman had 
divulged that the young wife had rejected the offer to join the 
fun-and-games group in no uncertain terms. The expression on Matt's face, 
though, seemed to be proof that he had no knowledge of the factual truth. 

"No, she didn't. She said I should ask you about it. Okay, baby, I'm 
asking," he barked. 

"Now don't get huffy, sweetheart," she lied with cold restraint. "It's just 
that I'm a member. I joined a couple of months after you left. It was a 
cinch because they let me in on the promise that you would join too as soon 
as you got home... No one can get in unless they bring another person of the 
opposite sex." 

Matt's face collapsed as if some tremendous magnetic pull were drawing down 
his facial skin to the floor under his feet. He wanted to back out of the 
room, to run, to wipe off what she had said from the mental slate of his 
memory. It was as though the possibility that she was kidding him was the 
only grappling hook he had left to keep from screaming out his jealous rage. 
Not Bonnie, not his own naive lovely wife, not committing adultery in a 
swapping group!... Then the imagined reality of other men touching her, 
putting themselves into her most intimate places, blazed through him with 
all the ferocity and pain of a razor-sharp knife slicing cruelly through 
live, sensitive flesh. 

He steadied himself with masochistic determination and asked for the grisly 
details. 

"How many times have you gone to these... meetings?" he asked in a quivering 
voice. "How many men have you taken on . altogether?" 

"Well, golly, I... don't... remember... I went every week... at least 
once... and there were lots of people at each session," Bonnie lied, sorry 
for him and yet delighting in the effect the lurid falsehood was having on 
her cheating sneak of a husband. She only hoped that he did not ask for 
information about which she knew nothing at all. 

"How many?" he snarled. 

"Matt, I've told you, I just can't remember how many... I suppose that's 
because there were... so many," she said softly. She saw how her artful lie 
was affecting him -- his face was bloodless and he was having trouble 
controlling his shaking body. She felt another wave of sympathy for him, but 
then the vision of his hard young body standing over Gerry's prostrate form 
on the table took command of her senses all over again. 

"Goddammit, you little slut! I had to get some pussy somewhere... I can't 
get it at home!" Matt shouted. "And now you tell me you've been out whoring 
around while I was away!" Bonnie was stunned by the force of his anger and 
what he had said about her "whoring"... Oh, if he only knew, she cried 
inwardly, if he only knew. She had wept alone in bed, night after night, 
yearning for him, needing him, idolizing him. The thought of another man had 
never crossed her mind; no woman could have been more loving and loyal to 
her faraway husband. Gradually, the very fact that he actually believed her 
tale about the swap club stirred her ire all the more. 

"Tell me, Matt just how did you get your satisfaction while you were away?" 
she thrust. "Were there plenty of Gerry Trends in Vietnam?" 

"Plenty, baby plenty!" he boomed in answer. 

"Oh... " 

"Yeah, only better," the angry redhead confirmed. He watched Bonnie wince 
and then sit up bravely, blinking her lashes rapidly for a moment. 

"The men I had were good too," she retaliated. Matt stood up tall, every 
inch of his lithe form trembling with emotion. She was afraid that he was 
going to lash out and hit her, but she kept on with her tormenting game. 
"Oh, I guess there were a few who didn't quite come up to par." 

"You fucking little whore!" 

"Matt, about the group... I was only ..." 

"Whore, whore!" he chanted as the delirious tides of anger overcame his 
senses. "Get undressed, Bonnie! He could not see the look of regret on her 
pretty face, that she had only lied about being unfaithful and was sorry 
now. 

"Darling, I -- " she began. 

"Goddammit, I told you to get those goddamn clothes off," he ordered again. 
When she failed to obey and just sat there with pleading in her eyes, he 
took another step forward and reached out to seize the front of her blouse, 
tearing it wide open with one brutal cloth-rending yank. She opened her 
mouth in a O of horror, but was too paralyzed with fear to move. He, reached 
out again, snarling as he hooked his big fingers under her fresh, white 
lace-edged bra and pulled with all his might while gripping her shoulder 
with his other hand for leverage. The delicate under-garment gave and ripped 
free, her naked white breasts bouncing like fleshy rubber melons with pink 
cherries on the tips. 

"Darling, please, listen to me, let me explain," Bonnie sobbed up at her 
furious husband. But his eyes and ears were shut off to everything but the 
thought that she had been screwing other men -- men who were strangers to 
him! She collapsed back on the couch in a frightened, helpless heap. There 
was nothing else she could do, her fair-skinned face coloring red from the 
shame and humiliation of his eyes locked hotly on her high, heaving young 
breasts standing out from her shredded blouse. 

"Yes, explain. Tell me how all those nice hard cocks felt up in your 
cheating little cunt," he said coldly. Without waiting for an answer, he 
looked down at her waist with contemptuous hatred in his eyes. Then he sat 
down beside her and, still glaring, unbuttoned the side of her skirt enough 
to grab the open flaps with both hands and rip it all the way down the seam. 
There was nothing she could -- her words would sound pathetic and useless 
even to her. She saw him staring at her round, pale-white thighs, naked now, 
and watched his eyes flick higher to rest for an endless moment on the brief 
panty-crotch that protected her pubic mound and the slit below. Suddenly he 
raised both hands and leaned closer, grasping her slender shoulders so 
roughly that his fingers dug deep into the softness of her aching flesh. 

"I'm warning you, you'd better tell me. How many men have you been fucked by 
since we've been married?" he demanded steelily, his face within inches of 
hers. Holy Christ, what a chump he had been! After months and months of 
sexual frustration, he had come home to her and believed that his hard-ons 
frightened her. He had been gentle, romantic, understanding... patient. 
Until today, anyway. And all the time, Bonnie had been pretending innocence 
to worm out of letting him inside her. Hell, she was tired, that was all! 
And no wonder, after all those times she had fucked every horny 
son-of-a-bitch in Bearsville!!! 

"Take off your panties, slut, because I want my share of that hot little 
tail too," Matt said ominously. The luscious young blonde half lay there in 
shock, her mutilated clothes useless now, like torn paper wrappings, as she 
saw his open hand draw back. He slapped her hard, flat across her 
defenseless cheek, and her head jerked to one side so violently that she 
thought her neck was broken. She tried to twist away from his madness and 
rolled desperatly to one side of the couch. But he reached over to catch a 
handful of her soft blonde hair and jerked her back to him. 

"Matt for God's sake, please listen to me," Bonnie pleaded in vain. 

"Sure, I'll listen," he spat at her. Then he slapped her again, this time on 
her other cheek, and the tender skin glowed and stung as though she had been 
doused with acid. She fought and struggled now for fear that he was going to 
do something desperate in his rage, kicking and scratching at him with all 
her strength. They were a tangled mass of arms and limbs and suddenly in 
surprise they rolled from the couch and fell to the thick carpet on the 
floor. 

Bonnie was on the bottom and felt the full weight of their impact against 
her back. Matt raised himself a little and straddled her cringing belly, the 
fingers of one hand locked on her throat as with his other hand he reached 
down between them and tore brutally at her flimsy nylon panties. 

"Oh, please, please, Matt, not this way!" she cried frantically. In her 
terror, she knew that he fully intended to rape her, to screw her like the 
common little slut he thought she was. Then, she felt his weight lift 
slightly and heard the sound of his trouser zipper being drawn down. Big 
tears streamed now in flowing wet trails down the sides of her cheeks as she 
felt him pulling her legs cruelly apart on the floor. 

"Darling, let's talk," she whimpered futilely, hoping to reason with him. 
But his eyes were filmed over with lust now and she felt him drop down to 
his knees between her thighs, holding his thick throbbing cock in readiness 
with both hands. Then, knocking her almost breathless, he fell forward 
across her body and began to hump on her, spearing his blunt-headed penis 
into her thighs and vaginal cleft without bothering to aim. The hard cock 
hit her once in the tender crevice between her vainly resisting buttocks 
,and she jumped as if a red-hot poker had been jammed against her. 

"Ooooch, it hurts," she sobbed. 

Then he found her! The slippery tip of his huge cock rammed searingly 
between her cringing vaginal lips, sinking into her almost an inch and 
spreading the timy elastic hole grotesquely. He pushed again and went into 
his wife another inch. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaagggghhhhh!" she screamed in agony. "Nooo, noooooo, it's 
kiiilllllinnnngg me!" 

"Why, baby? It's just like all the other cocks you've had," he grunted as he 
sank four more inches of rod in her tight, unprepared young pussy. 

"Helllllp, a aaaaeeeee, kiiiilllllliiiinnnngg meeee," the tortured young 
wife shrieked in pain and fear. She felt him gather himself for something 
horrible -- and then it came! He lunged forward with all his might and sank 
the monstrous cock into her stomach all the way up to the hilt. Then, 
without mercy, he began immediately to fuck into her with hard, brutal 
thrusts, not caring about her pain or tears as she twisted in agony beneath 
his flailing body. He reached out to the sides of his hips and shoved his 
hands under the backs of her thighs, lifting them up and back until she was 
bent almost double and her knees scraped the carpet up over her shoulders. 
She groaned again and again in anguish as he slammed into her inhumanly 
contorted body with long, savage strokes that jarred the full length of his 
hard throbbing penis. His driving groin smacked hard against the plane of 
her upturned buttocks, buffeting her head harshly back and forward so that 
they inched along the floor like animals. The smacking of his loins against 
hers resounded through the room like the sound of flat paddles spanking the 
cheeks of a woman's water-wet buttocks. 

Suddenly she let out a low piteous moan that brought out no response from 
Matt's twisted lips. He only gave her an extra hard thrust that drove him up 
against her sensitive cervix and she was certain that her insides were 
ruined. To lie beneath her own husband and be treated like the lowest of 
whores, used to vent his lust and anger against, oh! It was the most horrid 
thing she had ever endured. Her thoughts rambled feverishly as though all 
feeling had been ripped free of her nerves. She was being used and raped to 
the point that nothing came through to her now. There was no agony left in 
her body to call on, only the horrible humiliation and shame of this 
nightmarish rape of her body by her own recently-returned husband. She lay 
unresisting now, passively accepting his stormy passion. 

"How's this, you cheating bitch! Uhhh," he groaned, ramming farther and 
farther into her dilated cunt, bruising and spreading the walls wider as the 
thick head drove inward. Then he dropped his hands from her thighs and 
slipped them under the soft white globes of her firm young ass-cheeks, 
cupping them tightly and digging his fingernails into her to stress the fact 
that he wanted to hurt and debase her in a way she would never forget. 

"I asked you a question, whore. How do you like it?" he snarled again when 
she gave no answer. "Huh?" he emphasized with another vicious lunge. 

"Ooh, oh darling, I... was... here... always," Bonnie managed to gasp out 
breathlessly. "I... was... " 

"Here! You fucked here, at home!" Matt shouted finally into her face, 
deafening her, increasing the tempo of his punishing impalement until she 
could not even speak . explain. It was too late, too late for anything but 
his desire and rage. 

"Put some action into that little `neighborhood pussy,' now!" he commanded. 
She knew that he would not listen to reason, even if she were able to say 
it, and, sobbing, she began a slow mechanical grinding motion of her 
backside, pushing her hips up against his thrusting loins to escape the 
nails digging painfully into her flesh. Small welts followed their path and 
her shame and sense of debasement grew with each additional minute that he 
used her so savagely. 

He could feel his orgasm closing in, filling his , balls for the second time 
that day. He was going to spew it into her, not lovingly but with anger, and 
he was not in the least sorry. She deserved it, by God, that and more! 

She could sense that something was happening inside him. He was going to 
empty his sperm deep up into her womb. She had feared and dreamed of this 
moment, but not with her Matt, her own handsome husband, rutting over her 
like a wild beast over a bitch mate. She had wanted it to be beautiful, a 
tender fusing of love with their bodies, not this primitive attack... this 
angry, lust-powered onslaught on the living room floor. 

He levered higher on her and quickened his thrusts until the pace was 
incredible. He kneaded and dug into her flesh beneath him without being 
conscious of her whimperings of pain and humiliation. No, he wanted to 
destroy her, to fuck this treacherous bitch half to death, the wife who had 
been screwing other men all the time he had been gone. His cock expanded and 
throbbed inside her until he thought it would split down the side, explode 
from the anger and hate that reigned over his body now. Then the expected 
explosion came. Bonnie cringed under him as she felt the first thin hot rush 
of his sperm begin to empty out deep in her ravaged cunt. The thought that 
he had just a short time ago done the same thing inside her girlfriend Gerry 
crossed her mind as she felt the warm sticky fluid filling her and causing a 
sudden sensation of pleasure and wicked eroticism to ripple through her. 

"Gawwwd," Matt groaned as he shot the last spurt of his load into his 
skewered young blonde wife. 

After a moment of rest, he crawled from between her thighs and saw a trickle 
of his sperm beginning to ooze from Bonnie's open puffed-up pussy. She lay 
with her eyes closed tightly against reality, beaten and humiliated, her 
legs still spread obscenely wide as he had left them, her loins wet and 
bruised from the surprise rape they had been subjected to. She made no 
attempt to move as she heard the somehow obscene sound of Matt's zipper 
being drawn back up to close the fly of his jeans. 

"You'd better ask Gerry when we're expected at the first swap meeting. And 
don't forget, you cheating whore," he said almost calmly as he turned and 
walked off towards the back of the house with an expression of smug 
self-satisfaction on his face. 

As she lay there, still dazed, she thought dimly of all the men she was 
supposed to have taken on... It was ironic, she smiled painfully, for if any 
of them were here now, they could crawl between her legs and fuck her silly. 
She could not resist or care, for now nothing mattered... Her whole dream of 
a normal, happy marriage had been shattered in one afternoon by the sight of 
her husband laboring over their neighbor Gerry and then the awful experience 
of the rape that had just ended. She began to wish she could miraculously 
dissolve into thin air. That way, she would not be forced to face the world 
again. 

But she was young, alive, lovely, and she would have to find a way to cope 
with tomorrow and the day after, and the day after that. She rolled over on 
her side and slowly struggled into a position to get up. The pain all over 
her battered body was excruciating as she carefully rose to her feet and 
staggered across the room to stand in front of the full-length mirror on one 
wall. Her clothes were scattered behind her, some on the couch and some on 
the floor, but her pitifully torn blouse still hung in shreds from her 
shoulders, covering nothing. She studied the blotches of red and the welts 
marking her smooth white skin, uncaring, detached, and then reached up to 
gingerly feel her breasts, noting the dull throb from where Matt's rough 
hands had hurt the nipples. 

So this is what a raped woman looks like, she mused, still examing her 
abused form in the mirror. It seemed as if the glass in front of her could 
sense that she was different now, no virgin anymore; nothing but a betrayed, 
raped young housewife with nothing left but her ravished body. Well, she 
thought, if all she had left was her body, maybe she would just have to use 
it to the best advantage. She could not see that she had any choice. 

She turned around, then, and walked back with more certainty to gather up 
her mined clothes. She was passing the kitchen when she remembered something 
that brought her to an abrupt halt. The nearly naked blonde walked slowly 
over to the breakfast table and leaned down to crumple in her palm the note 
she had left earlier for Matt. Then she slid the pad over and jotted down a 
reminder to herself: "SEE GERRY TOMORROW ABOUT THE SWAP GROUP" The air in 
the bathrooom was chill as she patted her body softly here and there with a 
washcloth, too beaten and exhausted to take the care necessary to thoroughly 
bathe herself. When she was finished, she would lie down for a nap in the 
other bedroom. She knew that Matt was in their bedroom - she heard him - and 
wanted to avoid any contact right now. 

Her destiny had taken an odd course, a new direction, that day and she knew 
that from now on everything would be different. Her husband had a few 
surprises in store for him ones that might shock her just as much, but the 
most important thing now was to finally stand up and claim her right to 
exist as a person. 

CHAPTER FIVE 

The afternoon sun slanted lazily through frosted windows into Gerry's roomy, 
upstairs bedroom, throwing an almost blinding splash of light into their 
eyes as the yellow rays glanced off the dressing table mirror. The sun was 
also playing a kind of color tune on Bonnie's long, flaxen hair, picking up 
its highlights, sparking them, so that the flowing blondeness seemed to 
move, shifting positions every few seconds. 

"It's nice, isn't it?" Gerry said as they sat staring at the windows. "It 
looks almost summery... You'd never guess that it's below freezing out 
there." 

"No, you wouldn't, " Bonnie replied gauzily. Although she was staring at the 
sunlight, she was not really noticing it. Instead, she was thinking of that 
morning. She had forgotten to wake Matt until after eight o'clock, an hour 
after he usually got up to shave, dress and eat breakfast. She had forgotten 
to make coffee, too, and neglected to remember that Monday was laundry day. 
She had heard the truck whine by their house after only a moment's pause to 
check for the bundle that she would normally have put on the front porch. 
She had found herself forgetting everything. And the whole while, the one 
thing that she wanted most of all to forget remained like a bright, flashing 
neon in her mind. 

"Bonnie, now you're certain that you and Matt want to join?" Gerry asked 
directly, bringing them both back to the reality of why they were sitting 
there, quietly, in the bedroom. Gerry had not been surprised when her 
neighbor had appeared at the front door, now an hour ago, asking almost 
humbly if the older woman could spare some time to talk over something. 
Gerry had not expected the girl to be quite so agreeable and had prepared 
herself to face anger and accusation. But this was anything but a violent 
reaction on Bonnie's part. They had gone upstairs and sat down to discuss 
the terms of membership in the swap club, calmly, rationally, without any 
actual resistance or defensiveness between them. 

"Yes, I'm certain. The last thing Matt said before leaving for work was 
`Tell her we want to join'... So that's why I'm here, Gerry, finding out 
about it." 

"But what about you, honey, do you want this?" Gerry asked, to make certain 
that Bonnie was not just bluffing. 

"Yes, I want it too," Bonnie answered evenly. The tone of total resignation 
and acceptance in her voice convinced Gerry that the beautiful, somehow 
withdrawn girl really did want to experience the excitement of uninhibited 
partner swapping. There was no glinting anticipation in Bonnie's eyes, no 
sign of eagerness to enjoy the bodies of other men, but neither was there 
fear of the unexpected. The two women sat in silence for a moment as the sun 
lowered on the horizon and was less direct on the windowns, shadows 
beginning to darken the formality of the expensive furniture and lend a 
strange peacefulness to the bedroom atmosphere. 

"Did Matt tell you about yesterday... in the kitchen?" Gerry wanted to know, 
her words piercing the shield of silence. She was positive that the young 
wife had seen him give at least part of his lewd performance downstairs in 
the kitchen, but the brunette had to hear it from Bonnie. 

"He didn't have to... you know that," Bonnie said. "I saw you together, as I 
know you intended me to." 

"Well, things sometimes happen that way, so don't blame anyone," Gerry said 
quickly, protecting herself as well as the young couple from unwanted 
personal complications. "It doesn't mean anything more than sex. We took 
what we wanted and let it go at that. I think the group will help you 
understand what I'm saying." Her words were vague and sweeping, she knew, 
but they seemed to have the desired effect on. Bonnie. "Oh, I'm not blaming 
anyone, honest. It may be that your show with Matt and the club will help 
our married life," Bonnie assured, "because... because it... hasn't been 
what we want . And something has to be done!" 

"Good, I'm glad you're finally being sensible," Gerry cheered, "and I think 
you'll discover that you two can do more than work out personal problems. 
Why, you can even have fun." 

"When is the next meeting?" Bonnie asked, brushing aside the other woman's 
reference to fun. 

"Let's see, now, I think we're all getting together Wednesday evening at Rod 
Carey's place. His wife, Grace, is so dizzy, though, that one can never 
trust what she says," Gerry grinned. "I'll tell you what, I'll telephone you 
that afternoon to confirm the time and place." 

"Fine, I'll be expecting your call... But right now I'd better hurry home 
and start Matt's dinner. After all, a man's stomach has to be kept happy 
too," the blonde quipped vivaciously. Gerry was again astounded at how the 
usually moon-struck girl was taking all this, like a real woman. Yet, how 
Bonnie behaved at the get-together itself would be the true test. 

Two minutes later, Gerry Trend heard the front door slam shut and pictured 
Matt's pretty little wife crossing to her own house. It was growing cold in 
the room and darker, but Gerry's scheme had been a success and now she was 
warmed by the delicious thought of all that would happen at the Carey's 
house on Wednesday evening. Then it occurred to her that Matt and Bonnie 
would probably be astonished at what they could learn in one night... things 
that would give even the redheaded young husband a bit of a jolt. But if 
they really did love each other, not even Rod Carey's lustful, sneering 
manner would upset anyone. As far as she personally was concerned, the man 
was howlingly ridiculous, as crass and crude as he was ugly. But then, she 
had never had a chance to go to bed with him and had no way of knowing what 
he really had to offer in that respect -- the only important respect. 

Grace Carey had joined the group after her husband, but from what Gerry had 
heard, that was no fault of hers. The auburn-haired thirty-five-year-old 
woman had been away visiting relatives when Rod had been recruited. After 
her return home, it had taken her less than a week to find an eligible 
neighborhood male with whom she could enter the swap club according to the 
rules. He was an architect, a young man of twenty-five, and a bachelor with 
no limiting scruples. Grace had said that he had been thoroughly delighted 
with what he had found at the first session he attended with her. A host of 
eager, willing women of all ages and types -- in short, a bachelor's dream. 

Yes, indeed, Wednesday evening was going to be interesting, all right, Gerry 
thought. 

She looked at her wristwatch and sighed, noting that this was the time of 
the afternoon that her husband, Will, usually telephoned her from wherever 
he was. It was strange, but he had not been in touch with her for over a 
week and she felt a little uncomfortable at not knowing exactly where he 
was. She rose and started downstairs so she would be close to the telephone, 
just in case. It would be a crying shame if Wednesday were spoiled, if for 
some reason she would be obliged to miss it with the others, especially the 
Engles, and lose out on the fun in store. 

CHAPTER SIX 

Bonnie had to admit that she was excited, despite her doubts and the attack 
of jittery nerves that had unexpectedly cropped up in her when Gerry had 
called to say that the get-together was definitely "on" that evening at the 
Carey's. 

She surveyed the people milling from room to room in the lavishly, but 
gaudily, decorated Carey home... While some of them were familiar to her, 
were home-owners who lived within a few blocks of Matt and her, others were 
complete strangers and seemed to be out-of-towners just visiting for the 
evening. But everyone was elegantly attired and moved and spoke with all the 
social formality one would expect to see at any average, innocuous cocktail 
party. From the way most of the men and woman were paired off, drinking and 
chatting amiably as they sat in front of the huge fire crackling and 
sputtering in the enormous fireplace, it was hard to distinguish who was 
married to whom, or which men had escorted the women present. Those not 
warming themselves by the fire were standing in corners, refilling their 
glasses out in the kitchen, and some couples moved off and disappeared in 
other areas of the big house. 

Matt had been silent on the drive over. But it had been nothing new, for 
they had not spoken more than a few dozen words to each other in the last 
three days. He was determined to punish her, that much was pretty well 
established, and now she was resolved to either make or break their 
relationship... if necessary, with the same type of shock he had subjected 
her to last Sunday afternoon. She would play along with whatever was 
required to break the sexual barrier in their marriage. 

She could see him standing close to Grace Carey, a pert-bodied but 
vacuous-faced woman whose age looked to be far less than what it was... They 
were talking animatedly in a far corner of the room and appeared to be 
completely oblivious to everyone else around them. Bonnie felt a sudden 
rising of jealousy but checked it immediately. This was no time to indulge 
her own emotions. 

"So you're Bonnie, eh?" a tall, skinny man of about forty said to her as he 
held out a tall glass full of a light-green liquid. My God, she thought, 
what an ogrish, hideous face he has, like some freak monster in a horror 
movie. Flustered, she accepted the drink without thinking and called upon 
her reserves of compassion in order to muster a strained smile to her face. 

"Yes, I'm Bonnie Engle and thank you for the drink." 

"Hell, don't mention it, Bonnie. I'm Rod Carey. I own a couple of big gas 
stations. Well, you sure must've heard about me from everybody in town," he 
said boastingly, a wide grin smear ng his misshapen, angular face. 

"Yes, of course, Mr. Carey, I've heard a lot about you," Bonnie managed to 
lie, In truth, she had never heard of the man's name until Gerry had told 
her that the meeting was scheduled to be at his house, but she did not want 
to offend him and, besides, there was the matter of the rules to consider. 
Gerry had once again been adamant about the necessity of strictly following 
them, no matter how peculiar they might seem at first. The one rule their 
neighbor had taken extra  care to stress was that personalities were not an 
issue as far as sex was concerned. 

"And that's my little Grace over there, the good-looking broad talking a 
mile a minute to your hubby," Rod said with a wave of his hands towards the 
couple. He was already a little drunk and occasionally wavered close to 
Bonnie, catching her arm to steady himself and nearly pulling her off 
balance with him. 

"I know, Mr. Carey. Gerry introduced us when Matt and I arrived. She's very 
pretty," Bonnie said. 

"Yeah, she's pretty... and a damned good lay." 

"What is this we're drinking?" Bonnie inquired in an attempt to temporarily 
divert the direction the conversation was taking. She had taken a few sips 
of the strange substance and could not identify it, but she was no drinker 
and had no real way of knowing if it was a common liquor or not. 

"It's just French stuff, honey. It'll make you feel good," Rod slurred as he 
lifted his own glass for another ungentlemanly slug of the contents of his 
own portion. The first glow from what she had drunk was hitting her with a 
nerve-tingling prickle of sensation that was altogether unlike any other 
reaction she had known on the times she had indulged. 

"Shit; there they go," the ugly man announced, delighted, as he pointed to 
Matt and Grace walking off arm-in-arm down the corridor that led towards the 
back rooms of the house. "She'll have him all fired up and hotter'n a stud 
horse in a few minutes ... I know my Grace." 

"I hope they have a good time," she beamed as he nodded and swallowed back 
the cry of protest that automatically rose to her throat. Matt had not even 
had the courtesy to look back at her, to give her, his wife, the slightest 
sign of recognition that she existed and might be suffering under the 
circumstances. She loved him so much, so deeply, that she was willing to do 
anything to keep him, even if it meant going to bed with some stranger at 
the party that evening. Now, though, she wished that her boorish host, Rod, 
would leave her alone so that whomever she was expected to be with would 
come along and the sordid business would be over with. She was strong enough 
now to bear whatever she had to do, she thought, but if she was kept waiting 
much longer; her courage might fail her and the whole ordeal turn out to be 
even worse. 

Then she watched Gerry drift off with the young architect, a good-looking 
young bachelor named Roger, whom Bonnie had been introduced 'to soon after 
she and her husband had arrived. The chic brunette was leading the bachelor 
off in the same direction that Matt and Grace had gone. 

"Looks like everybody's getting the same idea, don't it baby!" Rod said with 
the same lewd sneer on his face that now seemed to be an expression he wore 
almost perpetually. "You know, even though my Grace's a hot little number, 
you're no slouch yourself. Matter of fact, I think I'm gettin' the best deal 
tonight." With that, he put his arm down at his side and reached out to give 
Bonnie's behind a playful, intimate pat. Normally, her immediate reaction to 
such insulting presumption on his, or any other man's, part would be to turn 
around and slap the offender's face with all her might. But not tonight -- 
there was just too much at stake now and she knew that she had to curb her 
personal feelings, even though it meant having to suffer this repulsive 
man's impudence. God knows, she did not want to ruin the whole affair by 
insulting her host... Matt would never even consider trying to work things 
out, ever again, if she embarrassed him by being a "square" in front of all 
these sophisticated, swinging people. 

"How's that green stuff in your glass? Feel anything yet?" Rod asked, 
screwing up his freakish face to give her a lascivious wink. 

"It's nice, Mr. Carey... kind of sweet," she said sweetly, shaking her long, 
honey-colored mane of hiar as she nodded her head up and down to show how 
much she liked it. Actually, she really was beginning to like the strange 
taste of the cocktail and lifted the tall glass to her lips for another 
drink, this time taking down a greater amount than she had been. The stuff 
was relaxing her all over and she felt a warm pleasant glow spreading out 
from her tummy to her limbs, and her mind was not filled now with any hints 
of the thoughts that she had been trying to fight off before. She found that 
she could fully admit to herself without shaking inside that Matt was off 
somewhere in the house with Grace, probably alone with the sorrel-haired 
hostess in some room... getting ready to do to her what he had done to Gerry 
that day. That day? Golly, it seemed ages ago and it was just last Sunday. 

She swallowed off the rest of her drink and began to wonder which man she 
would draw for the evening's fun. She flushed slightly at the thought but 
could not keep herself from sweeping her eyes around the now less-crowded 
room at the guests who were still engaged in conversation and drinking the 
same greenish concoction that she had just finished. Some of the men were 
awfully attractive and well-dressed and gave an appearance of suave charm. 
Several of them had been watching her out of the corners of their eyes as 
they talked with their own women. But Bonnie was not sure that all of these 
people were members of the group, since many of them looked much too 
dignified and reserved to be involved in a partner-swapping group. She 
wished she knew the full score about how these club sessions were arranged . 
. and what she was supposed to do. Whatever, she hoped that too much would 
not be demanded of her and yet if she drink enough at first, she could 
probably go through with it. It would be something she would never have 
dreamed of before last Sunday's shocking events, but maybe it would somehow 
help save her relationship with her husband and at the same time give him 
back some of his own medicine. 

"Yesiree, I'm pretty damned sure I'm gettin' the best end of the deal, now 
that I've had a good look at you," Rod said. Bonnie had forgotten about him 
standing close beside her and was startled for a second at the sound of his 
voice. He was still giving her that freakish grin, a kind of grimace between 
a smile and a sneer, as he ran his eyes appreciatively over the full length 
of her curvaceous young body. She felt a little shiver run through her as he 
undressed her with his eyes and suddenly it hit her with full force what he 
had meant by saying that he was getting the best deal. Good Lord, he, this 
ugly creep, actually intended to take her to bed! 

"I -- I don't understand, Mr. Carey," she said, hoping that he would 
laughingly admit that he was only kidding and her dreadful suspicion would 
be proved wrong. 

"Come on, Bonnie, call me Rod," he said as he gave her another, harder pat 
on her firm buttocks. "And what do you mean you don't understand? Didn't 
anyone tell you the rules? First-timers make it with whoever's holdin' the 
party... Well, Grace and me's givin' this one and that's why your hubby's 
with my old lady, cause you're with me, baby. You're damned lucky, too, 
'cause I'm about the best lay in town." 

"Oh, no... I can't," Bonnie protested meekly. 

"Goddammit, you'd better or go tell your horny husband that it's all off, 
done!" he said threateningly. She was momentarily repulsed by the thought of 
letting this beast touch her, but then she remembered that, like them or 
not, she had agreed to play the swap game according to he rules. And there 
was Matt -- he would only laugh sarcastically and say that she was more 
concerned with her silly fear of sex than doing something that might help 
solve their crippling sexual problems. Not only that, he was having his 
share of the fun, she rationalized, remembering the sight of him heading off 
with Grace towards the rear of the house. What could she lose? She was no 
virgin anymore, anyway. 

"No, you didn't understand what I meant, Mr. Carey . I mean, Rod... I only 
meant I can't be like everyone else until I know what I'm upposed to do. But 
now you've explained, so it's okay," she said persuasively, an apologetic 
smile on her face. Slowly, her panic lessened and calm resignation once more 
came over her as she stood waiting for fate to take its toll. The skinny man 
seemed to be satisfied with what she had said and pressed closer to her, 
encircling her waist with his right arm as he guided them through the others 
blocking the path to the dimly-lighted orridor that Matt and so many others 
had taken that night. 

"Rod, may I have some more of that French cocktail first?" 

"Sure, just a sec," he promised as he veered into the kitchen and left her 
standing there. Despite her decision to play by the rules, she wanted some 
more fortification to deaden her nerves and make her less aware of what was 
to come. She was trying to be brave but she still had a little modesty left 
and making love with Rod Carey would hardly be a grand experience. 

He returned in no time at all with a nearly full bottle of the exotic liquor 
in one hand, spilling some he walked, and when he came up to her he bed the 
blonde housewife's waist again. They had walked only a few feet when Bonnie 
stopped in her tracks and pointed to the bottle. 

"Is it all right if I have some... first," she asked gently as she reached 
for the bottle. He shrugged his bony shoulders and stood waiting impatiently 
as she hoisted it with both hands to her mouth and drank several generous 
shots, more than had been in her full glass. The liquid flowed smoothly down 
her throat, cooling it, and she could feel it taking hold. When that had 
settled, she raised the bottle again and gulped down me more, grateful for 
the glowing light-headed feeling it gave her. But there was more than just 
the relaxing effect; now there was a sort of teasing tickle, a faintly 
erotic sensation in her breasts and pulsing with increasing intensity down 
in her pubic region. 

"Jeez, you really like that stuff, huh? Good, you'll be better later too," 
Rod Muttered. 

"Where are Matt and Grace... which room?" Bonnie said thickly, the liquor 
affecting her more and more. "Maybe we could join them and have even more 
kicks." 

"Shit, that's a good idea, baby. They're right down there in that second 
room from the end," he pointed, aiming his finger at a closed door near the 
end of the hallway. "That's where she always likes to take them plenty of 
room and three big beds if they get tired of screwing in the same bed and 
decide to change around. A little change once in a while don't hurt nobody, 
right?" he chuckled with obvious delight in his own pun. 

The notion of taking on this perfect stranger in the same room with Matt and 
Grace gave Bonnie a weird kind of amusement as well. She felt Rod nudge 
close again and then suddenly wrap his arms around her as he leaned down to 
lock is sneering lips on hers, his tongue probing wetly into her mouth. At 
first she was taken off balance but an unanticipated thrill ran down her 
pine and she began to suck gently on the searching lance, letting her young 
body meet into his in the dimness of the corridor. She could feel herself 
begin to tremble from the excitement of another man's kiss, even this man's 
and the last of her nervous doubt faded slowly away. He held the kiss long 
and hard and she could feel an acute jerk where his loins pressed into the 
softness of her stomach. He was getting hard down there and she sensed a 
sudden tensing in her own breasts as the tips smashed hard against his 
chest. Shame no longer pervaded her being and she had no desire to defend 
herself against this stranger who looked like a misfit in the human race. 
She felt a warm moisture between her youthful thighs and her own loins began 
an involuntary pushing movement against him. 

"Goddam, I sure am ready to screw," he hissed at her after they had broken 
the kiss. 

"Me too, right away," she purred. His words, obscene as they were, 
stimulated her more and the girl was not even ashamed of telling him that 
she was also anxious to start the raw act itself. She reached down between 
their bodies and boldly stroked his throbbing penis, feeling more 
wonderfully wicked and evil than she ever had before in all her life. The 
pulsing sensation in her breasts moved down her body to her thighs and 
danced there magically for awhile as he sharply drew in his breath from the 
excitement of her touch. She was really special, a rare treat, and he was 
thankful as hell that Gerry Trend had introduced him to the club. Shit, 
where else could he dig up sweet young pieces like Bonnie Engle who were 
just as hot for a good honest fuck as he was and had been all his life? He 
planned to give her all she wanted -- and more! 

"Get them clothes off," he ordered harshly, unable to stand the torment of 
his lust for her another moment. "I'll stick 'em in that closet with mine, 
so nobody'll know you ain't bein' a lady," he added with a snigger at what 
he again decided was further evidence of his own cleverness. Bonnie's hands 
trembled slightly as she obeyed and unfastened her dress. She lifted the 
loosened garment over her head and dropped it carefully to the floor. Then 
she reached behind her again and unhooked her bra, sucking in her breath as 
the cool air laved her nipples and caused the rose-colored tips to leap to 
erection. The blonde dropped the dainty brassiere on top of her dress. That 
she was practically naked in front of a strange man sent thrilling chills 
over her flesh, exciting her more along with the drinks and the passion 
inciting brief contact with Rod only a minute or so ago. The thought that 
she would soon be having sex with this man she hardly knew in a bed next to 
Matt added to the forbidden heat of the adventure. As she slipped out of her 
black panties she could hear Rod rapidly shedding his clothing and felt a 
tiny spark of amusement at his impatience to get at her. 

"Give 'em here, baby," he said impatiently. She picked them up and handed 
them to him, watching him as he strode quickly to the closet and pulled it 
open to toss their discarded clothes on the handiest shelf. When he turned 
to come back, she gasped aloud at the awesome sight of his great jutting 
penis. It was much longer and thicker than Matt's and swayed heavily from 
side to side, despite its rising hardness, as he walked. It was absolutely 
fantastic, some kind of miracle! She could not believe her own eyes... and 
yet there it was, protruding outwards and upwards from his hairy groin like 
an enormous telephone pole. His testicles looked as big as good-sized lemons 
and danced far down between his scrawny thighs to the rhythm of his every 
step. Bonnie was both astonished and fascinated at the same time by the 
unbelievable spectacle she witnessed. Heavens, did he really think that she 
could take such an abnormally huge cock inside her? Even Matt had nearly 
split her up the middle with his much smaller shaft. 

When Rod had crossed the short distance back to her, he reached out again 
and began to run his hands over her naked flesh, pawing and squeezing the 
silky roundness until her amazement waned away and passion took over with 
renewed intensity. She stood still, her arms at her sides, trembling all 
over from the wicked sensations coursing through her. He dropped his head to 
her full, firm breast, cupping it with one hand, and sucked the hard 
throbbing nipple deep into his wet mouth. She groaned and swayed against the 
wall, almost falling. Her brain was spinning like a top but she had just 
enough reason left to push away. 

"Please, Rod, let's go into the bedroom now," she whispered hoarsely. "I 
want Matt to see us together." 

He shook his head in exasperation but grabbed her arm quickly and led her up 
to the door in question. He carefully eased it open and pushed it back until 
the room was filled with soft light from the hallway. Bonnies eyes were not 
used to the slightly darker interior and she allowed Rod to lead the way to 
the closest empty bed. Then, when she grew accustomed to the change and was 
able to get her bearings a little, she scanned the room until at last she 
was able to make out the outline of two people on the bed just opposite the 
one that she and Rod were standing by. 

It was Grace and Matt! 

Even though Bonnie knew they would be in there, her drugged mind reeled for 
an instant as her eyes began to adjust and she could focus more clearly on 
the woman who was bending over her husband's loins. Bonnie could hear the 
strange sounds they made, sort of faint wet sucking noises, noises she had 
never heard before... She could not imagine what Rod's wife was doing to 
Matt, but then the couple's forms became distinct and she knew. Grace was 
giving him what Bonnie had heard about but never seen... a "blow-job," the 
term some of the girls in college had used to refer to the obscene sexual 
act. And the two of them were enjoying it so much that they were completely 
oblivious to the fact that the door was wide open and others were in the 
room with them. 

What if this man wanted her to do the same thing to him? she thought to 
herself. Could she bring herself to perform the debasing act without 
wretching? She wished she had drunk more of the pale green liquid to make 
whatever was going to happen a little easier. But, in his haste to take 
advantage of her young body, Rod had left the, bottle somewhere out in the 
hall after taking a final swig himself. 

"Come on, let's get with it," her gawky-looking escort growled under his 
breath. He pushed the beautiful blonde backwards and guided her slowly down 
on the empty bed. The touch of it across her back gave her a charge of new 
sensation. It felt almost like doeskin and was warm and firm even though she 
had expected it to be cold. She squirmed her back against it like a sinuous 
cat and then sensed the bed sag from his weight as he lay down beside her. 
Rod seemed not to care whether or not he was quiet and swore appreciatively 
as he moved closer and felt the smooth, tantalizing curves of her body 
pressed warmly against his. Bonnie was certain that Matt and Grace could 
hear them and would suddenly jump up in surprise to identify the intruders. 
But nothing happened and the lewd sucking sounds continued without letup. 

Bonnie waited quietly as Rod pressed his naked angularity closer to her 
softness, his huge cock digging into her thigh and smearing it with the 
slippery semen that leaked out from the hole on the end. He moved his 
hideous, snarling lips down to her shoulder and began to nibble on the 
smooth white skin, sending a lovely chill through her that raised tiny goose 
bumps all over her. She quivered involuntarily from the sudden unexpected 
sensation and writhed with desire beneath him. 

"That's soooooo nicccee," she sighed out, forgetting for that moment that 
her own husband was not more than a dozen feet away from her in the same 
room. She reached down . and shamelessly grasped the mammoth cock gouging 
into her bare thigh with both hands. Her slim fingers were not long enough 
to encircle it but she gripped more firmly until he groaned and twitched 
against her. Then, edging over a few inches on the bed, away from him, she 
began to move both hands slowly up and down the tremendous length in a 
teasing milking motion. He groaned again, louder. 

I'm gonna screw you silly," he snarled viciously. "You're gonna get this big 
old prick stuck up in you like you never dreamed, you sweet little bitch." 

Surely Matt had not missed hearing that, Bonnie thought with gratifying 
revenge; he must know by now that she was lying there on the next bed with 
this grotesque, yet wonderfully-equipped freak of a man, Rod Carey. She let 
loose a loud groan herself as Rod lowered his mouth to the closest swollen 
breast and bit down harshly on the pebble-hard nipple, tugging on it with 
clenched teeth as his eager tongue swirled hotly around the tip like a 
lizard running in tiny tight circles. 

When she struggled to regain her senses a little, Bonnie suddenly realized 
that the sucking sounds on the other bed had ceased and that the room was 
still except for Rod's fast panting gasps beside her. 

"Come on, Matt, honey, it's nothing but somebody else having fun over there, 
just like us. Let me finish sucking you off," a high female voice pled. Then 
there was a short silence and the sound of Grace's lips nodding up and down 
on Matt's penis resumed the same wet, slurping tempo as before. 

But Rod was obviously not interested in paying attention to anything else 
but the delicious roundness of the young morsel who was driving him mad with 
her hands and the thought of what he was on the verge of doing to her. His 
mouth played on with her firm proud breasts, moving desperately from one to 
the other and sometimes pausing between them to lick wetly up and down the 
narrow valley they formed. After a few more minutes of feasting there, he 
bent his neck and slid his lips slowly down to her heaving belly, his cock 
slipping out of her hands as he backed up on his side to gain better access 
to her navel, bringing small gasps and mewls of pleasure from her open 
mouth. He shifted lower, then, maddening flashes of indecent pleasure 
trailing after his gently nipping teeth and teasing tongue. Donnie felt her 
soft creamy thighs being pressed rudely open and she gave no resistance as 
the gaunt, disgusting monster haunched down between them. She drew in her 
breath with a gulp as she felt his fingers spread open the down-fringed lips 
of her vagina and the coolness of the air caressed her there. His tongue 
flicked forward, the pointed tip darting out to moistly titillate the 
pulsing bud of her erect clitoris. He moved his fingers down and parted wide 
the entrance of her cunt as he ran his tongue down and thrust it deep in the 
palpitating opening. 

"Oh yesss, that's goooood," she assured him in a long low moan that filled 
the room. She splayed her legs out farther and pulled back her knees so that 
her bottom was turned up fully to his face. He kept up his beautiful 
cunt-licking until he was certain that she was aroused to the point where he 
wanted her. 

"Okay, kid, roll over and get on your hands and knees so I can slip it to 
you dog-style," he said brusquely as he lifted his mouth from her fiery 
slit. She wanted to beg him to continue his thrilling tongue-fucking but 
obeyed without a word, hoping that he was going to do something even more 
wonderful to her still almost girlish but nevertheless enticingly shaped 
body. She raised herself up until she was crouching with all fours on the 
bed longways, her buttocks facing the man behind her. She felt his fingers 
begin to knead her flesh hungrily, crawling over her naked behind and 
finally descending down towards the crevice between the soft white moons. He 
spread them gently apart and searched lower with his fingers between the 
warm, throbbing lips of her pussy. 

He pushed into her, moistening the tip of his middle finger from the wetness 
of her pussy secretions and slowly withdrew it to stroke up the crevice 
towards her tiny, virginal anus. He mumbled incoherently in the delirium of 
having this young voluptuous body twisting under the probings of his hands. 
The tip of his finger, slippery from her vaginal juices, circled tauntingly 
around the tight puckered ring guarding the entrance to her rectum for a 
moment and then dropped down for more of the lubricating moistness from her 
cunt. 

After wetting the cringing nether ring again, he suddenly pushed in his 
finger with a sudden, unexpected thrust that sank it deep inside. Bonnie 
jerked forward from the unexpected digging pain and Rod clamped his other 
hand solidly on her flank to prevent her from moving away. 

"Aagghh," the blonde blurted out, choking back her scream to keep Matt from 
hearing proof of her agony. Despite how she was being hurt and humiliated, 
the last thing in the world she wanted was that her husband might discover 
that she was experiencing pain, not pleasure. Muffled grunts of protest 
escaped her lips as Rod Carey dug deeper and deeper, expanding the tightness 
of her rectum until she thought she would lose her mind from the cruel 
probing invasion of his finger. Then, just as the pain began to lessen a 
little, she felt him insert another finger alongside the first and begin to 
ream and stretch her in small excruciating jabs and rotations. There was 
nothing she could do but kneel there and submit to the fiendish desires of 
the ugly man behind her. 

"Jesus, I'm gonna love this, baby. Feels like that tight little asshole is 
as cherry as can be," Rod whispered lewdly behind her as he continued his 
screwing and stretching of her back passage with both big-knuckled fingers. 

"Please, Rod, s-stop," she begged softly as she twisted her head back to see 
the man hovering over her behind. 

"Now don't you worry, sweetie. I'm only gonna show you somethin' new," he 
sneered evilly. He threw a hasty glance over at the couple on the next bed 
and grinned when he saw that they were both locked in the throes of their 
own lust, paying no mind at all to him and the girl before him. 

Bonnie could not bring herself to believe what he was proposing. This lewd, 
devil of a man must have lost his reason! She had prepared herself for 
almost anything, she thought; she had been willing to go along with whatever 
he wanted and had even been eager to show Matt that she could respond like a 
normal woman in bed... But this was not human! It was sick, depraved, 
horrible! Surely he had meant something else. No one, not even Rod Carey 
would actually make love to her there. 

Shivering with fear, she clenched her legs and buttocks tightly together 
behind her in reaction to the awful thought. God knows, his two fingers had 
been agonizing alone -- if he tried to put his huge penis in there, it would 
kill her. Then, through the haze of her dread, she felt Rod's strong wiry 
hands drawing the cheeks of her buttocks open. She tried hard to hold them 
tensed together but the pressure of his thumbs inserted in the moist crevice 
was more than she could resist. They were stretched cruelly away from each 
other until she could feel the rush of cool air against the hot valley 
between her legs. She sensed the tip of his finger again dropping to 
lubricate its length with her cuntal juices and pull away for a moment. Then 
she felt it once more, and again. The last time, though, he moved up to swab 
her own slippery moistness on the elastic entrance of her naked rectum as 
she squeezed the tiny portal tight in an effort to prevent the brutal 
penetration that she knew was coming. 

Tears of shame and fright ran down her cheeks as she realized that he had 
not been kidding and fully intended to do what she suspected. He was really 
going to worm that long thing deep in her sensitive rectum in an unnatural 
act of lust that she had not even known existed. Bonnie knew she would never 
live through it, that she could never again face others after this beastly 
murder of her pride. She cringed her backside away from him, but the attempt 
was useless, for he planted the sweating palm of his hand on the small of 
her back and pushed down hard, trapping her between the mattress and his 
surprisingly strong restraint. 

He forced her trembling jack-knifed legs open wider with his knees, dropping 
his head to her ass-cheeks to lick wetly at the crevice between them, 
moistening the exposed tiny hole in readiness for the greater penetration. 

"Move your ass up higher," the man suddenly snarled, anticipating with 
satanic glee this ultimate subjugation of her tender young body. He was 
positive that she had had damned little, if any, previous experience in bed 
with a man, and it gave him the greatest satisfaction possible to know that 
he was about to introduce the pretty little blonde housewife to the finer 
aspects of real sexual pleasure... But she had not obeyed him! 

Bonnie felt his hand on her hip jerk her smoothly rounded buttocks up high 
in the air behind her, waving there as if in open invitation to the cruel 
ravishment about to occur. Her anal flesh throbbed in abject defenselessness 
and she was held wide and helpless, presented up to him so that he could 
take her at will. Regardless of how terrible it would be, she made up her 
mind that she would be just as brave as she could and not let Matt know that 
she was suffering and ashamed. If she failed to hang onto herself, it would 
only confirm his belief that she was a .silly coward and just one more 
frigid wife. As degrading as it was, Rod Carey's rape of her behind might 
convince her sulking husband that they also could take joy in marital sex as 
often as they liked... and maybe later they would be happy enough with each 
other in bed and would not be forced to seek fulfillment with strangers. 

Rod grasped impatiently at Bonnie's hips, holding them steady before him as 
she felt the thick, massive cock head impress itself in the moist naked 
split of her buttocks. She gasped in surprise at the first shocking contact. 
Oh God! God! she moaned inwardly, it would never, never fit! She could never 
take that in her rectum without being ripped to pieces! The terrified victim 
jerked forward again in another futile attempt to move away from him, but 
the man's hands quickly locked harder on her rounded flanks so she could not 
move. The hair of his thin legs brushed irritatingly against the insides of 
hers as his enormous searching cock probed along the crevice of her fleshy 
upturned globes. His hands worked down her buttocks until once again his 
thumbs poked forward to pry open the tight little hole of her futilely 
clenched anus. Then, she fet a probing between the thumbs that was smooth 
and rubbery at first and then became an unyielding bluntness. The tight, 
clenching anal flesh finally gave way before the torturous pressure and the 
hard, throbbing tip popped inside her with a quick jerk. 

Bonnie swallowed a scream of anguish and then groaned again, but the 
choked-back sounds of her torment went unheeded. There was no help for her. 
She was alone in the world and all that existed was the searing agony of her 
anus from the huge glans splitting it open. The blunt intrusion of his thick 
cock vibrated through every fibre of her body, pushing the soft rubbery 
flesh of her widely-stretched rectal passage in great waves of pain before 
it. It drove into her backside ceaselessly like the bulging girth of an oak 
tree, impaling her on it. She moaned in submission with her eyes gaping open 
in horror until usddenly she felt the coarse hair of his groin grazing the 
youthful white orbs of her buttocks. His lustfully pulsating cock was buried 
in her all the way to the hilt and she was spitted on the throbbing hardness 
like a young lamb being served up for an aboriginal fete. She had never felt 
so used and debauched in her life... Not even her own husband's calloused 
rape of her cunt had been this completely obscene and debasing... If she 
could somehow survive this, she knew slie could live through anything after. 

Rod Carey leered down like a demented maniac at the great measure of his 
punishing cock lunging into her. Even in the dim light he could see how it 
pulled thin ridges of her dilated flesh out with the base of his prick as he 
pulled back for another unmerciful lunge inside. Bonnie could hear his 
growls of pleasure floating through the room and found herself wishing that 
her body would melt and deprive him of the sadistic delight it gave him. 

* * * 

Will Trend, a distinguished-looking man of late middle-age, rapped again at 
the door of the Carey house. He had just driven back to Bearsville from 
Maine and was surprised to discover that his wife, Gerry, was not at their 
home. While giving the house a cursory check for some clue to where she 
might be, he had found a memo pad beside the telephone on which was 
scribbled something about an appointment that Wednesday evening at Rod's 
place. At first, he wanted to telephone her there and spare himself an 
unnecessary trip in case he had read the memo wrong, but then, on a whim, he 
had decided to drive over and give her a little thrill with his sudden, 
unannounced appearance. 

He knocked again. This time the not fully closed door sprang open and he 
heard the strains of upbeat music and a mixture of garbled human voices that 
seemed to rise and fall excitedly and sounded like a party, remembered the 
strange assortment of cars parked outside along the curb just in front of 
the house. After a moment of speculation, he pushed open the door and 
stepped quietly inside, turning then to ease the heavy door shut behind him. 
He started up the stairs and was about to call out for Rod or Grace when he 
spotted what was taking place in the living room. 

There were about eight people paired off and in varying states of undress as 
they fondled each other's exposed genitals or openly fucked and sucked one 
another. One couple was making it on the couch, another while sitting in an 
overstuffed chair, and the others were scattered around the room on the 
floor. 

"Well, I'll be a son-of-a-bitch," Will swore to himself in an undertone as 
he stood unnoticed halfway up the stairs and watched the erotic performances 
of the men and women before him. It was a damned stirring sight to behold 
and most of the women were attractive, shapely pieces, too. He was reminded 
of the hot secretary he had spent most of last week with shacking up in a 
lodge on the Maine coast, partaking at least once a day of her delectable 
feminine charms. He had forgotten to make his twice weekly calls to Gerry 
and, on the drive home, had wracked his brain to come up with a believable 
explanation for his failure to get in touch. But there was no great cause to 
worry, he thought, as his liaison with the torrid secretary had not been the 
first time he had taken advantage of his freedom on the road. There had been 
plenty of other girls, other lies to account for extended absences or the 
letters and calls she expected of him. 

Then he began to wonder if Gerry was there, and if so, where? What on earth 
would she be doing at an orgiastic affair like this? He realized that she 
was a passionate bitch, but she had always behaved herself around him as 
though he were the only desirable male in the entire universe. Maybe, just 
maybe... 

"Hello there," a vixenish tall raven-haired woman said to him as she strode 
langorously out of the kitchen with a drink in her hand. She was clad in 
nothing but panties and a skimpy bra... Will could see the dark patch of 
pubic hair showing through the veneer-like gauze of her underpants. 

"Hello yourself, doll," Will smiled. "I'm a friend of Rod Carey's and just 
dropped by to see my wife... and maybe stay awhile to have some fun." 

"Well, if you're looking for fun, you certainly came to the right place... 
We're having a ball tonight," the half-naked woman purred suggestively. "But 
wait a minute, are you a member of the club?" 

"Club?... Oh, yeah, don't worry," Will affirmed as the truth of the 
situation dawned on him. He began to realize that he had unknowingly 
stumbled in on a session of some sort of sex cult or swapping group. The 
very idea amused him no end and it occurred to him that perhaps his 
unnecessarily long business trips had been cheating him out of exciting 
sexual escapades right here at home. Christ, when he wanted a strange piece 
of tail while stopping over in some city or remote sales area, he had to 
break his ass going through the usual pickup routine to get it. 

"I was just wondering," the woman went on, "because I'm from out-of-town and 
I've never seen you at any of the meetings... but then, sometimes I forget 
the men I've been with." 

"Well, I certainly wouldn't forget you, baby," Will said flatteringly as he 
eyed her lean, feline body. "Maybe later, okay? Right now, though can you 
tell me where a woman called Gerry is? She's got shiny brown hair and a 
beautiful chest." The promiscuous-looking woman thought for several seconds 
with her fingernail scratching her chin and suddenly brightened with 
recognition. 

"Sure, I know her. I met her this evening. I think she's with the architect 
guy in the last room on the right at the end of the hall over there," she 
pointed. "Here, have a big drink of this before you go back... It'll save 
time." Will Trend took the full glass she offered and drank down a few large 
gulps of the light green liquid, thanked her and moved off in the direction 
that she had suggested. His mind raced with curiosity and an inexplicable 
flood of relief as he approached the corridor. 

"I'll be damned," he chortled as he considered the irony of the thing. Here 
he was, feeling guilty as hell because of the many times he had bedded down 
women behind Gerry's back, and all the while she was skipping around to 
local orgies and getting all the cock she needed to keep her content. And he 
had never suspected a thing! So? He was certainly in no position to blame 
her, but he wished now that she had let him in on the deal so they could 
have been sharing the fun together... And more, if she really was back in 
the room with some horny stud, it would take a tremendous load of worry off 
his mind. They could be openly honest about the methods and partners they 
used to satisfy what were after all basic natural needs common to everyone. 

He crept stealthily along the carpeted hallway, slipping quietly out of his 
coat and loosening his tie as he went. The last bedroom door was closed but 
the one next to it was swung fully open and just a few feet this side of it 
there was a partially-full bottle of the liquid that seemed to be the same 
as what he had drunk from the black-haired woman's glass. Whatever it was, 
it was agreeing with his system and he felt a feverish charge of exquisite 
pleasure tripping warmly through his nerves and eventually centering with 
prickling intensity in his loins. 

"What the hell, I might as well have another nip," he mumbled as he stooped 
down to pick up the bottle. Tilting up the decanter-like vessel to his 
mouth, he drank two more substantial slugs and savored the smooth, velvety 
taste as it caressed his palate and flowed down his throat like a thin, 
soothing cream. A piquant spasm of sensuality seized him just as he heard 
the sounds of low moans and wetness echoing out of the room with the open 
door. After bending down to place his coat and the bottle side by side on 
the floor, he tip-toed quietly up to the doorway and peered cautiously 
inside. It took him only a moment to adjust his eyes to the fainter 
illumination in the bedroom and soon he could determine the sources of the 
strange sounds he had heard a few steps away in the hallway. There seemed to 
be two couples, one on each of the beds parallel to each other on either 
side of the room, and he could see them just well enough to tell that they 
were really going at it and did not know or care that he was watching. Then 
he took a careful step into the room for a better view of this interesting 
scene, his own desire beginning to charge his loins with sexual voltage. The 
woman on the bed to the left was draped over the thighs of some 
powerfully-built young buck, sucking his erect penis like an expert. 
Although he did not recognize the man, the woman looked familiar even in the 
dim light... He stepped closer to the couple on the chance he might be able 
to identify her. 

Hell, it was Grace! No wonder she was going at it with such competence and 
zeal, Will tittered to himself, as he knew that Grace Carey loved sex so 
much that she rarely talked about anything else and had even subtly 
propositioned him several times when he and Gerry had been drinking with the 
Careys after dinner parties or during informal cocktail affairs at each 
other's homes. She was a damned promising, appealing wench, too, even if she 
was dumb, but he had been afraid to reciprocate with interested attention 
for fear that his own wife would notice and make life miserable for him with 
a tirade of jealousy as well as a demand that all his time away from home 
had to be accounted for on a day-to-day basis... which would have cut into 
his fun and freedom considerably. 

Christ, if he had only known then what he had learned so far tonight! 

Now, though, he was curious to know what was happening on the other bed and 
turned slowly to take the few prudently quiet steps necessary to see the 
action. 

By God, it was old Rod himself, the ugly bastard, humping his skinny 
scarecrow of a body against some poor, sweet-looking girl's naked behind... 
Then, his curiosity provoking him on, Will edged forward another foot for a 
better glimpse of the girl's face and was all but floored for a second when 
he finally recognized her, blonde hair and all .. Bonnie, the girl next 
door! Gerry had told him all about her, how lonely and innocent she was with 
her new husband away in Vietnam, and then one day his wife had introduced 
him to the lovely young thing. H e recalled thinking then that it was a 
shame and terrible waste that the girl's fine, enticing body was reserved 
for her soldier-husband and not getting the loving it probably needed. But 
her husband was supposed to be home now -- Gerry had mentioned it the last 
time he called her -- and was working for a trucking firm in the area. And 
yet here she was, the same Bonnie Engle, making it with creepy Rod, the 
biggest clown in town. It made no sense whatsoever. 

But Will was more interested in the girl, not why she was there on the bed, 
and felt his cock jerk and stiffen in his trousers as he stood watching her 
whole body rock like a human earthquake from the slamming movements of the 
man behind her. Just the sight of it made Will boiling hot and he suddenly 
decided on the spot that he had to have a go at her too, right now! He hoped 
Gerry was having a ball... a great one... because he planned to have one 
just as soon as he could get his clothes off. 

Back in the corridor, Will took another mansize belt of the green stuff in 
the bottle and put it down on the floor again, knocking it over accidentally 
in his frenzied haste to get himself ready for his share of the thrilling 
sport taking place in the bedroom... He paused briefly to watch the syrupy 
liquid spread in a stain on the carpet, soaking in, and shrugged his 
shoulders. 

"The hell with it. I'll pay them... later," he frowned as his hands flew to 
his clothes and began hurriedly to unfasten buttons and zippers. 

* * * 

Rod Carey's pelvis smacked loudly against Bonnie's soft quivering ass-cheeks 
as he grunted and fucked to the depths of her rectum. His mammoth balls 
swung hard against the moist hole of her vagina and she whimpered, but like 
the slave she had become, she knelt there in degrading submission. The pain 
was not as intense now and a strange masochistic pleasure had taken hold of 
her body along with the discomfort. She began to push backwards, slowly at 
first, until suddenly the increased sensation it caused gained even more 
control of her and she found herself meeting his fiendish lunges faster and 
faster. Nothing seemed to matter now but the agony of the exquisite swirling 
sensations rippling over every inch of her lovely naked flesh. Despite 
everything, there was now only passion in the place of the shame and 
humiliation of before, and the uncontrollable spasma of delight grew wilder 
with each buffeting slam of his huge jabbing cock. She writhed and bucked 
beneath his wanton charges, gasping and muttering the few lewd words she 
knew that came to her anguished, doped mind. 

Rod sensed her sudden lusty need and fucked into her with longer, deeper 
strokes. He tightened his grip on the rounded curves of her delicious white 
buttocks and started to pull her back over his thick inflated cock like 
slipping a sleeve over a huge arm. His eyes still bulged wide at the 
spectacle of her beautiful young body kneeling and twisting before him and 
the desire to hurt her tore through him as he drove forward with mighty 
thrusts that seared up her stretched asshole like a red-hot poker. 

"Gaaaaaaahhd!" she groaned helplessly, uncaring, but paused only a second 
before she began to fuck back again in time to the humping man's continuous 
rhythm. Suddenly, Bonnie felt a hand groping out of nowhere at one of her 
wildly jiggling breasts, teasing the sensitive tip with light fingers. A 
rush of surprised delight coursed through her at the extra pleasure and she 
made no effort to avoid the bold, uninvited touch. Then she was vaguely 
conscious of the bed sinking a little as someone mounted it and moved up to 
just in front of her head. 

"Here, baby, here's something else for you," a gruff male voice said above 
her. She opened her blue eyes as though out of sleep and saw a long, rigid 
penis jutting out from the hand that encircled its base, the glans only a 
few inches from her face. It was throbbing and ready but looked far more 
delicious than frightening to her. She actually wanted it, but how? 

"Suck me, honey, just the way Grace's sucking the guy on the other bed," the 
voice instructed eagerly. 

"Yeah, go ahead," Rod said as he labored on behind her. "And do a good job, 
because he's a friend of mine." 

She knew that this was a moment she should dread, but now, after all that 
had happened lately and so far this evening, it seemed a little silly to 
refuse. She was not even sure what she should do but the stranger's cock 
looked nice and she had already made up her mind to go all the way to save 
her marriage as well as revenge herself against Matt. Across the room, she 
could hear the sound of his ever-building ecstasy and managed to smile to 
herself as she thought of the shock he would feel when he finally saw his 
own pure little wife taking on two men at both ends at once. 

Bonnie was amazed at her own boldness as she continued to grind her buttocks 
back and meet Rod's pounding as well as she possibly could and at the same 
time bend up her arm to touch the cock in front of her. With both elbows 
still supporting her on the mattress, she pulled gently on the throbbing rod 
with one hand until the unknown man responded by moving forward on his knees 
until her lips were a bare inch away from the blood-filled head. She opened 
her mouth and breathed softly against it, allowing her hot breath to flow 
over the tip with a maddening slowness. 

"Come on, suck it, suck it now," the anally impaled blonde beard him groan. 
But she taunted him a bit longer and then... as she skinned back the tiny 
bit of loose flesh just below the glans... her tongue flicked out, the 
pointed tip coming into warm wet contact with the end of the cock. She 
circled around the smooth rubbery flesh as the stranger moaned and twisted 
over her from the teasing she was giving him. The top of her slowly 
exploring tongue found the small opening of the gland and darted wetly into 
it. It was already moist from the tiny droplets of seminal fluid seeping out 
from his rising desire. The sharp pungent taste and male odor caused her 
mouth to salivate and her nostrils to flare slightly. Her hand slid to the 
base of the hard prick, pushing his aside, and she gently grabed her nails 
over the soft, hairy flesh of his testicles. 

She began to place moist warm kisses on the man's prick, beginning at the 
top and tracing a tantalizing path down the full length of it to the base, 
then wetly back up to the tip again. Ronnie teased longer than she knew she 
should, but she was thoroughly rattled from the cock fucking her from behind 
and, even in her dazed state, found it difficult to take him into her mouth 
just yet... by her own choice. 

But Will Trend was unable to wait. With the sudden strength of a bull, he 
reached down with his hands and grabbed two fistfuls of her long tawny hair, 
ramming his loins forward at her face. Bonnie resisted at first, doubts 
springing up wildly in her mind, but it was too late to struggle. The thick 
spongy head crushed through her soft glistening lips, between the pearly 
white of her teeth and into the moistness of her mouth. She could feel the 
spongy stiffness rub along the full length of her tongue and imbed itself 
almost in her throat. She closed her eyes again to keep from choking and 
searched her brain uselessly for some magic means to escape the obscene 
thing in her head, filling her mouth with its pulsing thickness and 
protruding from her lips like a huge pulsating _banana. 

"Oooh, yes, that's fiiinnne, but suck harder, harrrrrder," Will hissed down 
at her with selfish ardor until she began to pump her mouth up and down on 
him, her ovalled pink lips tightening for greater suction as she drew back 
to the swollen head. 

* * * 

It had taken Matt longer than he thought it would to reach his climax. Even 
though Grace Carey, their host's wife, had given him the best blow job of 
his life, his concentration had been interrupted several times by 
distracting gasps and other sounds from the bed on the opposite side of the 
room. It had sounded like a woman in pain, then sometimes as though she were 
insane with bursts of flaming erotic bliss. And he had heard male sounds, 
harsh commands and obscene grunts of satisfaction that he had been too 
impassioned to hear clearly enough to interpret. His face flushed with shame 
as he watched Grace wipe the back of her hand across her chin to clean off 
the sticky remnants of the sperm that still leaked down from the corners of 
her mouth. This was the second time he had cheated with another woman behind 
Bonnie's back... and he had enjoyed it again. 

He wondered where she was now, if perhaps she had left for home when the 
going got rough in the living room. Sure, she had gone with him and 
play-acted, pretending not to be ruffled when the regular members got brazen 
and down to serious business. Nor had she made any trouble when he and Rod's 
wife had left for this very room. Still, he felt guilty and worried if some 
man had tried to drag Bonnie off against her will for the same selfish 
reason he had come here and urged Grace to suck him off. 

"Hey, Matt, what's wrong with you?" Grace asked indignantly. "You too tired 
to do me, now that you've had yours?" 

"No, I was just resting a second," Matt answered, blinking open his eyes to 
gaze wearily at the impatient woman. 

"Boy, you must be a sissy. Look over there at your wife -- she isn't tired, 
not the way she's going," Grace said with a jeer as she pointed ;across the 
room. 

Godalmighty, it was Bonnie! His wife! She was trapped between Rod and a man 
he had never seen before, grinding and bucking her ass back against one and 
then diving forward to get all she could of the other's cock in her mouth... 
The redhead lifted his head and turned on his side to take a long, careful 
look at the nakedly writhing trio, to make absolutely certain that his eyes 
were not playing a horrible trick on him... No, he was not hallucinating, 
seeing something not really there; even though his beautiful young wife's 
face was twisted with lust and her mouth was stretched and contorted almost 
beyond recognition, there was no doubt in his mind that it was his very own 
wife sandwiched obscenely between the pair of sex-crazed men... and seeming 
to like it! And he had been worried about her, afraid that she might be off 
crying or pouting somewhere! 

After the initial shock of the story she had told him about her frequent 
attendance at the swap meetings, he had had doubts that it was true. But 
there was no doubt now. There she was, mumbling and crooning with an 
abandoned ecstasy that he had never been able to bring from her, no matter 
how hard he had tried. 

"I wish I could be in her place now," Grace complained as she too strained 
her eyes for a clear view of the lurid performance on the other bed. When 
she suddenly swiveled back to Matt and reached out to pull his face down 
towards her yearning groin, he pushed her aside and sat upright on the edge 
of the bed. He was raging with jealousy, but God, he was getting even more 
excited. He wished the light were brighter so he could see every detail. It 
was obvious that Rod's prick was unnaturally large and was stretching the 
helplessly impaled Bonnie's tight, tiny back passage to impossible 
dimensions as the man pistoned in and out between the smooth yielding cheeks 
of her buttocks. And there was the older man, now fucking brutally into her 
roundly stretched mouth, arching up his hips to sink all he could of himself 
all the way into her throat when the young wife was thrown forward by a ram 
from behind. 

Bonnie's eyes were still closed and she was numb to everything around her 
except the lust-hardened cocks skewering her at both ends. She did not 
notice the sudden brightness in the room or hear the snap of the switch that 
caused it. Cranking their heads around towards the door, Matt and Grace were 
simultaneously startled at the sight of Gerry standing naked and tousled 
just inside the entrance, her eyes fixed in disbelief on the three crazed, 
interlocked bodies of Rod, Bonnie and Will himself... The dumbfounded 
brunette stared at the orgy as if she were seeing a mirage, just as Matt had 
at first, and then turned slightly to toss a questioning, puzzled glance at 
him and the fidgeting woman sitting beside him. 

"Well, what have we here?" Gerry asked in a low, conspiratorial tone. She 
was visibly flustered but there was also a hint of gloating glee in her walk 
as she crossed over to take a seat beside Matt and Grace to watch them 
wildly buffeting young Bonnie Engle between them. 

"Seems you're surprised too, seeing Bonnie like that," Matt whispered to 
Gerry. But his bigbreasted neighbor merely snorted and slowly shook her head 
back and forth to show that the lovely blonde's behavior was not the basic 
reason at all for Gerry's obvious surprise. 

"That's Will, my husband, the guy who's screwing your virtuous little bride 
in her mouth... just in case you didn't know," Gerry said. "I could kick 
myself for stewing so much about whether he'd find out that I've been 
playing around when he's gone... God, look at him go!" 

"Hey, you mean you really didn't know who he is?" Grace asked the astonished 
Matt, elbowing him as she giggled over what seemed to be a hilarious joke to 
her. 

"I... I've never met him and... " His speech was cut short by loud thrashing 
and a long groan of agony-like passion from the far side of the bedroom. 
They all turned to watch intently as the two men suddenly sped up the pace 
of their double fucking into Bonnie's voluptuous young body. From where he 
was sitting, Matt could plainly hear the rasping sound of heavy, coarse male 
breathing quickening and becoming more and more excited by the second... 
God, he wanted to fuck her now too. He wanted to make her respond just as 
she was now to show her that he could do just as well. The thought alone of 
kissing and touching her silky white flesh made his loins ache with renewed 
desire. 

"Aaaaaaah," Rod moaned as Bonnie felt her thighs and buttocks swept wide 
apart by one last ass-crushing lunge, the huge, abnormal cock sliding as far 
as it could go in her belly. It began to jerk and spew its hot sticky liquid 
deep up inside her and she felt his lewd cum filling her asshole with a 
great rush as it flooded hotly into her, drowning her bowels. Then there 
were several convulsive jerks of his pelvis against the soft moons of her 
buttocks. With that, something strange began to take place in her own loins, 
a beautiful, electric, thrilling sensation that gathered in her nerves and 
threatened to burst them, building, building, closer and closer, faster... 
sharper. 

She mumbled around the prick in her mouth and grunted in desperation as she 
fucked wildly against the one still oozing sperm in her rectum. 

Then it happened. 

She felt the glorious tremor of her own orgasm sweep through her body and 
her pussy flowered with warm flowing gushes of fluid from her own cumming... 
the first one she had ever had with a man actually inside her. Suddenly she 
felt the scrawny man behind her collapse backwards on the bed, his deflating 
penis popping out of her forever stretched rectum with a lewd wet popping 
sound. But she still had the stranger's hard cock in her mouth and wanted it 
to erupt in her throat and fill her stomach. She continued to manipulate the 
thrusting shaft and licked the spongy crown with her tongue on the 
out-stroke. Any second now he would cum, she could sense it, and the mere 
thought brought on fresh waves of lust inside her. 

She sucked faster to keep pace with his ever-increasing tempo of thrusts. 
Will looked down at the lust-wild young housewife's face and plunged his 
cock harder, deep, deep between her O-shaped lips and down into her velvet 
throat. Bonnie pounded her head frantically until the long prick began a 
sudden spasmodic motion and she felt his hands shoot forward to hold both 
sides of her rosy-hued cheeks. 

"Oooh, sheeeeeeeeeitt," he swore as his cock squirted hot jets of sperm deep 
in her throat. Bonnie still sucked, swallowing the gushing cum, her neck 
constricting with the effort. But she continued on, swirling her bruised 
tongue around the cock-head to wipe him completely dry. His groans of 
pleasure slowly simmered to less noisy moans of contentment, his hands no 
longer pressing against her cheeks. Then she felt the big penis give one 
final spurt of the last remaining seminal liquid... the last of the precious 
load... and pull free from her lips like a cream coated banana. She had 
taken on two men together but her body still wanted more, more cocks to fuck 
her, more cocks to suck, for her newly-awakened senses were wonderfully 
sharp and anxious to enjoy all the sexual pleasure she could get. 

She continued to kneel there on the bed, supported by her elbows and knees 
as her entire body quivered as though with fever, thin trails of cooling 
sperm still running lewdly out of her wide-stretched anus and down the 
trembling insides of her rounded thighs. Several droplets of Will Trend's 
cum drained slowly down to her chin and hung in thin white strings until 
they finally dropped off on the bed. She kept her eyes tightly closed in 
order to cling to the little eddies of erotic joy that still ran through her 
from head to foot, but she could hear the heavy, labored breathing of the 
two men who had used her to vent their own pent-up sexual desires. A wanton 
shudder coursed through her limbs as she found herself wondering if they 
could do it again to her in a few minutes. 

"Marvelous, marvelous!" Gerry cheered as she clapped her hands together in 
applause. Bonnie felt instant pulverizing shock and froze, not daring to 
breathe or open her eyes. Good Lord, she had forgotten about Matt! He must 
have seen everything that had happened towards the last, for surely he had 
cum long ago from Grace's sucking of him. The blonde had wanted revenge but 
not to half kill her own husband with the sight of her rutting between two 
men like a wild animal. 

"Huh?" Will mumbled as he lifted his head and batted his eyes open and shut 
against the sudden bright light. He had been lying there panting, catching 
his breath with his eyes closed as well, when the familiar sound of his 
wife's voice reached his ears and it immediately occurred to him that she 
might be angry. Hell, she had not even known he was home -- and it must have 
surprised her, to say the least, to walk in and find him naked and exhausted 
on the bed next to their beautiful young neighbor. 

"I said that was marvelous, darling, a great show," Gerry repeated. "You're 
all to be congratulated." 

"Jeez, thanks, Mrs. Trend," Rod wheezed, grinning from ear to ear. "That's a 
helluva compliment coming from you... Some of the guys told me you're really 
great in the sack." The skinny man looked from face to face, nodding and 
smiling at everyone as though he alone were the hero of the evening and had 
somehow miraculously designed and engineered the very basis of the human sex 
drive and all of its variations. 

At last Bonnie dared to open her eyes and was further shocked to discover 
that the bedroom lights were on. Oh no, she groaned inwardly, Matt must have 
seen every vile, shameless detail of the three-way coupling... must have 
seen her writhing and sucking like the whore he had called her. Now he would 
never believe that she had not really been a member of the swap group since 
his departure for Vietnam. She could not think of any way to prove to him 
that she had been loyal and faithful to him until tonight, and he had 
actually witnessed her first and only infidelity. 

Her rectum still throbbing from the cruel fucking she had received from Rod, 
Bonnie eased her legs over the edge of the bed and lifted herself to a 
sitting position. At first she could not bring herself to face the others, 
but she knew she had to eventually and now was as good a time as any. 

After composing her face as well as she could, Bonnie looked across the room 
and saw Matt, Grace and Gerry sitting just as she was on the edge of the 
bed. Grace was staring off at the wall with the usual blank expression on 
her face, occasionally rubbing the insides of her hands in an absent-minded 
way. Gerry was gazing at her, Bonnie, and the two men beside her with a sly, 
pleased smile on her face, the kind of smile a woman often gives when she 
has been proven right or had the last word in a dispute . As for Matt, 
Bonnie saw that he was looking at her, but not directly, for there was a 
strange glint in his eyes and he seemed to be thinking. Yet, he did not seem 
to be angry or hurt... just strangely obsessed. Although their eyes met, it 
was as though he was not conscious of her actual presence at that exact 
moment. 

Bonnie lowered her gaze and was amazed to see that her husband's penis was 
standing up in erection, jerking every so often from the excitement of 
whatever he was thinking. 

* * * 

Matt's thoughts were spinning in a whirl of memories and misplaced time. He 
could still see nothing but the tormenting picture of his young wife, 
Bonnie, haunched on all fours with Will Trend's cock buried deep in her 
mouth as the dim-witted Rod sawed in and out of her little asshole with his 
immense prick. The redhead could still hear her mumbling, muffled mewls of 
pleasure and the sounds of wetness as they slipped and drove into her from 
both ends. Christ, he had hardly been able to stand it. He wanted in... he 
wanted to be a participant in the lewd awful use of her body. The wet 
sucking noises Bonnie was making with her ovalled lips and the beast-like 
grunts of pleasure coming from the two men were more than he could bear. He 
could not care about his service in Vietnam, nor about his new job as an 
executive with the promising trucking firm. He could not care about anything 
but Bonnie, her exquisite young body, and how he wanted to run across the 
room and ram his aching tortured cock into her... anywhere he could. She was 
his wife, his own bride, and yet it was plain to see that she was completely 
berserk with the sheer carnal pleasure of the savage fucking she was getting 
from strangers, men he had never seen before this evening. But maybe she 
knew them well... God, yes, she must have been telling the truth about her 
membership in the club and now she was with old-sex-buddies who had probably 
banged her before. 

Matt gritted his teeth and felt tiny streams of sweat rolling down his 
forehead as he sat there. He wanted to cry, to scream out and yank his 
wife's insatiable body from between them, but he could not move. His cock 
ached and throbbed to be inside her mouth or her warm, clasping pussy... or 
jammed up her tight, hot, rubbery rectal passage. 

Unconsciously, he began to stroke his own bone-hard penis, sliding his 
closed fist up and down the length of it, following the rhythm of the 
merciless fucking Rod and the other man were giving Bonnie. Faster and 
faster he pumped his thick cock, feeling the semen oozing from the tip run 
down to lubricate the masturbatory action. He saw his wife lolling limply 
between them, allowing herself to be used as they wanted, then losing 
control of herself and rocking back and forth to receive the full benefit of 
the punishing rods. Her firm white breasts jiggled and shook below her 
heaving chest as though they were being tugged on by strings attached to the 
pink; stiff nipples. 

Matt's orgasm thundered in his balls, and began to spread out through his 
groin, ready to explode. 

And then it arrived! 

His hard cock pulsed and his legs stiffened out straight as the first charge 
of white thick sperm shot out of the end of the glans at least eight inches 
into the air. The first was followed by a series of faster, shorter spurts 
that landed on his muscular chest and ran down to his lower abdomen. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaggggghhhh," he groaned only half-humanly as his cumming seized 
his nerve-ends and reduced him to a twitching mass of sinew and muscle. 

* * * 

The others sat watching him, stupified, wondering what had come over the 
lithe, young veteran, until finally Grace frowned and wagged her finger at 
him accusingly. 

"Boy, you're sure a selfish bastard! Here you've got three women, all of 'em 
still hot to go, and you sit there jerking off in front of us," Grace barked 
at the hypnotized redhead, Matt snapped up his head with a sudden start and 
looked over at her, his eyes filled with guilt and embarrassment as he 
suddenly realized that he had been fantasizing. He had been reliving in his 
mind what he had seen earlier, nothing more, and had lost touch with the 
reality of the present moment. 

"I -- I don't know what to say ... I'm sorry," Matt stammered in an awkward 
attempt to apologize, apologize for something he did not even understand 
himself. 

"Well, you should be! You're not much good as a member if you don't give 
girls s tithing back for what you get," Grace went on, her needling anger 
rising the more she talked, convincing herself that she had been personally 
affronted. 

"Oh, shut up, Grace," Gerry said with authority, faking a look of stern 
impatience on her face to lend weight to her statement. "You sound like an 
ass, and besides, you obviously don't understand the real reason why Matt 
just did what he did." 

"Who cares why? I just want my... " Grace began to explain in her own 
defense. 

"Damnit, woman, you heard Gerry -- shut up!" Rod half-shouted over at his 
wife, scowling. "I don't want no woman of mine soundin' like an ass. I got 
town to keep up, and I ain't gonna put up with my own old lady ruinin' 
business 'cause she don't understand some things. It's a matter of 
self-respect." When he finished the rebuke, Grace hung her head penitently 
and he turned his gaze to Gerry as if for approval, his. scowl changing to 
an expression of self-satisfaction when the buxom brunette smiled and winked 
furtively at him to endorse his scolding of the horny woman sitting next to 
Matt. 

Bonnie had been just as astounded as Grace when she saw Matt begin to 
manipulate his hard, towering cock right there in front of everyone as 
though they did not exist. To her, it had seemed like he had been in a 
trance and that she had been, somehow, an ,object in his mind rather than 
the real person she was, sitting there across the room from him... But 
Gerry's remark about "the real reason" why Matt had masturbated so openly 
triggered Bonnie's mind. 

"Please, I don't want to cause any trouble," Matt said meekly, a sheepish 
look weakening the strong, clean lines of his handsome face. "I feel pretty 
awful and... and embarrassed... so damned embarrassed I could crawl into the 
woodwork. Believe me, I'm sorry. I guess I lost... track... I could see 
Bonnie... still... still doing... what she did." 

"And it got you so hot and bothered that you forgot yourself," Gerry chimed 
in. "Listen, don't worry about it. Everybody joins the group for a different 
reason... Sometimes people come just for kicks, while others come to work 
out problems they're having at home in bed with husbands or wives. The 
people with problems usually wind up coming for kicks too, later. It all 
works out." Her voice was soft and reassuring, but even though Matt was 
obviously calmed a little by her logical explanation, he still wore the 
guilty look of a little boy who has just been caught with his hand deep in 
the cookie jar. 

"But Grace was right -- I was selfish," Matt persisted. Then, glancing 
across the room at Bonnie, he added, "Now that I think of it, I've been 
pretty damned selfish all along, haven't I?" 

"Oh, darling," Bonnie cried as she rose suddenly and hurried across the 
bedroom to where her distressed husband was seated with the look of 
dejection on his face that often follows a humiliating revelation about 
oneself. Gerry moved instinctively to give the blonde room to sit down 
beside Matt and comfort him, smiling to herself as she watched Bonnie smooth 
back his hair and lean against his shoulder like an innocent kitten. 

"I really am sorry, honey," Matt continued to apologize. "I never stopped to 
think about how you felt... about sex and everything else in our marriage." 

"Oh, Matt, I'm sorry... How can you ever forgive me for what I did tonight?" 
Bonnie sobbed, overcome with shame as well as genuine sympathy for the hurt 
he must have felt while watching her with Rod and the other man. She nuzzled 
closer and kissed his neck between choking sobs of pity and shame. 

"Come on, kids, pull yourselves together," Gerry interrupted after a moment. 
"People in love tend to get upset at their first swap session, that's all. 
Will and I will come over tomorrow and have a long talk with you, won't we, 
love?" 

"Of course, but I think we ought to have a little chat ourselves in the 
meantime," Will grinned coyly at his naked wife. "It seems that we've been 
sneaking around needlessly, while we could've been having fun and games out 
in the open." 

"Maybe we've been silly too, then," Gerry beamed. 

"Hey, what's going on in here, a funeral?" a naked man asked as he entered 
the room. He was about Matt's age, husky but not as solidly and 
symmetrically built as the redhead, and his facial features were rather 
bland by comparison. 

"Gerry over there," he pointed, "wore me out for a while but I'm rested up 
and ready for seconds... if anyone's interested." 

"I am," Grace announced. 

"Hold your horses, you'll get your share," Gerry broke in. "Everyone this is 
Roger. He's an architect and, even though Grace already knows it, he's quite 
an active member in the group." Roger looked around the room, nodding his 
head in acknowledgement of the introduction but showing by the way he ogled 
the women's naked bodies that he was more interested in getting down to 
business again than in social formalities. Matt was silent as he puzzled 
over what Gerry had said about couples sometimes being upset at their 
"first" swap session. Had she meant to include Bonnie too in that remark, or 
what? He had to know as soon as possible, for it might make all the 
difference in the world as far as his peace of mind was concerned. Knowing 
would make all the problems he and his wife had faced a lot easier to put 
into a meaningful perspective. 

The lately arrived architect rolled his eyes from Grace to Bonnie, drinking 
in their smooth white curves, trying to make up his mind which woman to 
enjoy first. Gerry had been fantastic, true, but one of the reasons he had 
joined the group was to have the opportunity to pick and choose any female 
member who was willing to go along with him. And at the moment, the young 
blonde sitting there with her head on the tall, well-built guy's shoulder 
looked like the best bet. 

Matt saw Roger staring rapaciously at Bonnie and noticed that the 
architect's penis was jerking to semi-erection from just seeing her rounded 
hips and high young breasts. 

"Honey, let's go out in the hall for a few minutes -- I want to talk in 
private," Matt whispered softly in her ear, anxious to learn the truth 
before things got out of hand again. 

"All right... Anything you want, darling," she agreed softly, drying her 
eyes with the back of her hand as she allowed Matt to help her up to a 
standing position. 

"Where are you going?" Roger asked with disappointment evident in his tone. 

"Not that it's any of your business, buddy, but we're leaving to have a 
private talk," Matt said without bothering to look back as he and Bonnie 
made their exit and turned into the corridor. Matt gripped her arm about a 
dozen feet further on and they stopped to face each other a few seconds, 
their eyes only inches apart and filled with questions. 

"Bonnie, tell me the truth, did you go to bed with other men while I was 
away?" 

"No, no, no," she said, shaking her head from side to side as tears filled 
her eyes to brimming, "I was lying... I tried to tell you... I wanted to 
hurt you back after I saw you with Gerry in her kitchen... I -- I wanted to 
hurt you, just to hurt you, and I lied about the group. Please, it's the 
truth!" 

"And this was your first time at a meeting?" Matt demanded to know. 

"Yes, of course, and I've never, never been with another man," she cried, 
"not until... tonight." Bonnie felt the hopelessness of trying to convince 
him and wept freely now, her limbs shaking violently with the force of her 
utter despair. She found it hard to believe that Matt reached out his arms 
to enfold her in them, drawing her close to him so that their naked flesh 
molded warmly together like one body. 

"It's okay, everything's okay now," he sighed with relief as the truth 
flooded his brain and he fully understood why she had led him to believe 
that she had been playing around during his absence, a lie that had attacked 
his own self-esteem as a man in the worst way, a man who was incapable of 
matching the sexual prowess of random strangers who could satisfy his wife 
more then he could. Yes, everything was okay now and the future seemed 
brighter. 

"Matt, I want to go home," she said, still sniffing as she gazed up at him. 

"Sure, honey, but where are your clothes?" 

"In the closet there," she said with a tip of her head towards the end of 
the hall. "I'll get them and dress while you get yours, if it's all right 
with you." 

"Yeah, it's all right with me," he smiled broadly, kissing her on the 
forehead before he turned back towards the bedroom where he had tossed them 
off in a frenzy earlier... his trousers on a chair... his shirt on top of 
them... and God only knows where he had pitched the rest of his clothing. 
The sole reason he remembered his trousers was that he had heard loose 
change spill out of his pockets and. onto the floor under the bed, a sound 
that had ironically disturbed him even in his eagerness to get to Grace's 
body. Now, he smiled sardonically as he recalled how he had thought of 
postponing his own lust long enough to get down and retrieve the quarters 
and dimes at least because he and Bonnie needed every cent he earned to 
scrape through until his next promotion came along. 

Back in the bedroom, he saw that the remaining pair of women were not being 
bashful about preparing the three willing males for another heated round of 
orgiastic pleasure. Matt gathered up his strewn clothes as quietly as he 
could and was just on the verge of leaving them to their vices when. Gerry 
raised her head from Rod's spindly flanks and said: "So you're leaving us... 
Well, if things go the way I think they will, we'll have other chances to 
get together -- soon, I hope -- and don't forget our talk tomorrow." 

"I won't," Matt 'promised. "Have fun... " But she never heard his last 
remark as Rod Carey had reached forward and pulled her back down by the hair 
to his groin. 

Bonnie was still smoothing her hair and dressed only in her bra and panties 
when Matt returned with his clothes draped over his forearm. He pulled on 
his trousers and slipped into his shirt while she prettied herself and then 
finally put on the rest of her garments. It seemed as though she wanted to 
erase her defilement by being neat and sweet again, fully clothed. 

"Come on, I thought you wanted to go home," Matt urged. 

"I'm ready, darling," she replied as she patted her hair once more and 
reached out for his arm. "Are you sure you believe me and you're not mad 
anymore?" 

"Yes, yes, you little idiot, I'm sure, but I may beat you if you keep me 
waiting any longer... It's been a strenuous evening and I think we need a 
little sleep... at home in our own bed," he smirked as he gave her another 
peck. 

As they passed the open entrance to the bedroom, they both paused 
automatically to look in. Things were in full swing again with all five of 
the sex-starved club members on the same bed, entangled in each other's 
passion-crazed bodies in wild, crazy positions. It was an unidentifable mass 
of breasts, thighs, cunts and cocks, so that it was impossible to tell which 
genitals were attached to which bodies. They were accepting and feasting on 
whatever flesh was closest and Matt admitted to himself that he felt a pang 
of regret that he and Bonnie were not going to stay and join in on what 
looked as exciting, if not more so, than what had happened while they were 
still in there, undressed, playing too. 

"We'll talk about it tomorrow," Bonnie cooed as though she had read his 
thoughts. Matt tightened his arm around her waist as they made their way 
down the dimly-lighted corridor. 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

The house was freezing cold and even under the covers Bonnie was shivering, 
her teeth chattering like castanets as she reached out for the warmth of 
Matt's body. When she failed to make the expected contact, she popped open 
her eyes and felt a flash of panic when she saw that his side of the bed was 
vacant. She could feel the heat where he had been and yet in her 
sleep-drugged mind the only important thing was that he was not there beside 
her. At first she was not even certain why she should be so alarmed, but 
then as her mind cleared its way to consciousness, the events of the 
previous night bombarded her with remembered clarity. 

She suddenly sat upright and cast her eyes about the room for some sign of 
him, some evidence that he was still there, but there was nothing. 

It was then that she heard him whistling merrily in the kitchen, running 
water and cursing good-naturedly at something, something that seemed to 
amuse him. Bonnie glimpsed quickly at the clock on the nightstand and fell 
back with a sigh of relief when she saw that it was twenty minutes yet 
before the alarm bell was set to go off. It was like him, she thought 
happily, to jump out of bed early on a bitter cold morning such as this. 
Physically, he was a dynamo and nothing seemed to faze his fit, tireless 
body. Now that she was secure in the knowledge that he was there bustling 
cheerily about in the kitchen, she could relax and just lie there in bed 
without bothering to think. 

Not that she could anyway. It was exceptionally cold in the room, and her 
breath rose in a vaporous mist as she lay there shaking, wishing that Matt 
had listened to her when she had suggested that they buy. electric blankets 
on sale at the only discount store in the area. The windows were not even 
steamed up as they usually were on cold mornings; she could see a light 
glaze of frost coating the inside panes. And the heater was not clicking and 
cracking as it normally did when the temperature was so low that it had to 
wage a valiant battle simply to keep the climate of the bedroom tolerable. 
She began to wonder if the whole heating system had been finally defeated by 
the bitter winter. 

"Hey, so you're finally awake," Matt greeted her jubilantly as he suddenly 
appeared in the doorway, precariously balancing two full cups of coffee in 
his hands. His white dress shirt was open at the throat and he was in his 
stocking-feet, his cheeks rosy and eyes bright with the elation he obviously 
felt. "Aren't you going to get up and fix my breakfast? It's getting late, 
you know." 

"Oh? Look at the clock and you'll 'see that it's early," she fired back, the 
beginnings of a long-suffering but loving smile on her face. "And what about 
the heat, you silly frump, did you even notice that it's not working?" 

"Damn!" he exclaimed, throwing back his head with his mouth agape, "I forgot 
to turn it up. I meant to honey, but I'm just too happy this morning to 
think of everything. I'm only human, you know, and sometimes I make 
mistakes." 

"Well, I'm human, too... and I'm freeezzing to death," Bonnie shivered, 
snuggling deeper under the blankets. Despite her discomfort, she was happy 
to see him so full of life and cheerful after what had happened last night 
at the Carey's... After they had crawled into bed, she had lain awake for 
awhile and dreaded the morning when they would both be cold sober and fully 
aware of what had actually taken place in what Rod had said was Grace's 
favorite bedroom. But Matt's bright gay mood seemed to lift up the burden of 
worry, and she was truly grateful. 

"Here, drink this while I go turn the furnace on full blast," he said as he 
handed her a steaming hot cup of coffee and then turned to leave. 

"Matt... " Bonnie said sweetly. 

"Yeah what?" he frowned, halting dead in his tracks. "Wait a second while I 
turn up the thermostat... Be right back and I'll listen all day if you want 
me to." 

"I just wanted to say I LOVE YOU," she shouted out after him as he tromped 
down the hall towards the control panel on the wall just outside the 
kitchen. She heard his footsteps stop for a second and then hurry on faster 
than before. 

* * * 

It was ten minutes later and the kitchen was cozy and warm as they sat 
across from each other at the breakfast table, sipping on their third cup of 
coffee. After apologizing profusely over and over for neglecting to turn up 
the heat for her, Matt has just sat there gazing at Bonnie with an intense, 
mysteriously rekindled devotion burning in his hazelish eyes. Then, 
hesitantly at first, he had broached the subject of the night before, and to 
her relief seemed to be anything but angered by the memory. On the contrary, 
his concern for how she had felt during the whole episode seemed to be his 
major interest. 

"Be honest now, you were half driven out of your mind with two guys fucking 
you at the same time, weren't you, honey?" he asked again as he leaned 
forward in undisguised anticipation of her answer. 

"Golly Matt, you're putting me in a heck of a tough spot," she replied 
softly as she dropped her eyes to avoid his own. "You saw what happened... 
how I acted." 

"Man did I ever! I thought you were going to go through the roof any 
minute," he enthused, "and I've got to admit I damned near did too, from 
just watching. By God, honey, I always knew, I just knew you had it in 
you... My only regret is that I was so self-centered 'and demanding that I 
stifled your natural talents to the point where we were both screwed up." 

"It was both our faults, really, but now I'm not worried at all," she said 
tenderly. "Last night was just a beginning for us, now that we understand 
each other's needs. This morning, I'm willing to stake my life on a bet that 
we'll be... still be... the happiest married couple on earth a hundred years 
from now!" 

"Only a damned fool would take that bet, baby, especially if he knew what a 
little tigress you are under. the right circumstances," Matt howled 
gleefully as he slammed his hand down on the table to punctuate the strength 
of his certainty. Although he had not wholly understood her meaning, she 
threw back her head and laughed with him just because she was so elated to 
see him coming out of himself at last. For a while it had seemed that his 
homecoming was more of a detriment to their marriage than his absence had 
been, but now that they were able to talk honestly with each other, the 
future seemed wonderfully bright and not the ominous blank that had loomed 
before them only yesterday. 

"Yep, I guess you're right again -- just as always," Bonnie agreed, giggling 
gayly as her golden hair shimmered in the morning sunlight, and she threw up 
her arms in a gesture of defeat. "Even I wouldn't take such a dumb bet." 

Matt's pulse leaped erratically in his temple as he leered hungrily at the 
soft deep valley between her lush young breasts. Her robe had come open at 
the neck when she had thrown up her arms, and he could imagine how pert and 
pink her nipples were under the fuzzy fabric of the garment. An odd floating 
feeling seized him as he remembered how they had quivered and danced at the 
tips of her fleshy white globes when two men had fucked into her from both 
ends at the same time on the opposite bed... just last night. God, he must 
be some kind of pervert, he thought, for the mental image itself was enough 
to make his prick harden in his trousers. Still smiling at her, he slowly 
eased his right hand off the table and reached down to touch his thick 
rising length. It was as hard as a rock, and he thought fleetingly of 
calling the office to say he would be late that morning, that his car would 
not start... or something. Hell, anything that would give him an excuse to 
stay home long enough for a quick piece of Bonnie's luscious ass. 

"Matt I know I shouldn't be, but I'm glad that things turned out as they did 
at the Carey's last night," she said buoyantly, interrupting his stimulating 
memory of her naked body being skewered by rampant cocks and the sticky cum 
that had flowed so obscenely from her mouth and her widely stretched rectum. 

"Me too," he said suddenly, forcing out the words, his bulging penis 
throbbing with the desire to rip up into her soft belly. He had to have her, 
to make her scream out with joy and abandon as she had probably yearned to 
do late night. But there was no time now; his new job had to come first or 
they might not even have a bed to make love on. Tonight, though, as soon as 
he got home, he would give her a fucking that would make last evening's orgy 
look puny by comparison. He would show his sexy little nymph of a wife what 
a grand thrill a woman could feel with just one cock in her, one big cock 
with the right man behind it! 

"Darling, don't you think you'd better get going? You've only got fifteen 
minutes to get to the office, and who knows how the car will act on an icy 
morning like this?" 

"Wow, you're right!" Matt said as he looked at his watch and darted up from 
the table. Bonnie saw the massive bulge in his trousers and bit her tongue 
to suppress the girlish giggle that suddenly rose to her throat... Heavens, 
it was not quite eight-thirty in the morning, and he was already hard, she 
chuckled to herself, and then she began to understand a little more why he 
had been so cheerful and happy all morning. Yes, he was happy because they 
were closer, just as she was, but she felt a tickling amusement in her mind 
as she realized the greatest cause of his chipper attitude. Their session 
with the swap group had aroused him more than she had thought. But then, 
despite everything, she could not honestly blame him, for she was still 
feeling the effects herself... now that she thought of it. 

"Listen, when Gerry and her husband come over for that talk, don't forget to 
ask them when and where the next meeting's going to be," Matt reminded as he 
adjusted his tie and slipped on his coat. "We can't afford to miss it." 

"But darling, are you sure we should?" she asked in a serious tone as she 
helped him into his overcoat. 

"Are you kidding? Of course we should! It worked, didn't it? But let's 
discuss it later -- I've got to run or they might dock my pay for being a 
few minutes late... You know, new employee and all," he joshed back at her 
as he descended the stairs three at a time. The front door slammed shut and 
he was gone, the house silent again, as though his departure had stolen the 
life and personality out of the chill rooms. 

She heard the car engine sputter, catch, then roar like a best from sleep. 
She walked back to the bedroom to watch out the steamy window as he backed 
out of the driveway into the glaring icy street. Then she heard the cold 
gears crunch into place and saw the car lurch forward, its rear tires 
spinning wildly and fishtailing as it sped out of sight. 

* * * 

The Trends arrived shortly after lunchtime. On just the short distance 
between the houses, the raw wind and sub-zero temperature had chafed their 
faces to scarlet red. After taking off their coats and warming themselves a 
bit in front of the modest blaze in the fireplace, Gerry formally introduced 
Bonnie and Will, the man whom the blonde now knew was Gerry's husband. 

"One thing's for certain, we really love you," Gerry said, her teeth still 
chattering slightly, "or we wouldn't have come out of the house on a day 
like this for anything." 

"I'll second that," the distinguished-looking older man said. "As lovely and 
passionate as you are, I still thought twice about braving the weather for 
the minute or two it took to come over to see you. Even Maine was warmer 
than this." 

"Have a seat and I'll get you both some of Malt's brandy to take the chill 
off," Bonnie said graciously as she headed towards the kitchen for three 
glasses. A few minutes later she and the Trends were settled in front of the 
fire, sipping the fiery, blood-warming brandy, chatting amiably about the 
fierce weather and other incidentals. Finally, Will set his glass down on 
the table next to his chair and changed his expression into one of 
seriousness. 

"Well, let's get down to business. Let's get on with what we came over to 
talk about," he said with a straight face. 

Bonnie listened with every last iota of concentration she had as he 
expressed what he and Gerry agreed were the differences between plain old 
everyday humdrum sex and the kind of sex that one could enjoy as the result 
of an enlightened attitude. He explained in intelligent terms that a great 
majority of modem-day people were being cheated out of natural pleasure 
because of fear and certain crippling Victorian morals that they clung to, 
even though those morals were no longer applicable to the pace and mood of 
contemporary living. Continuing, he remarked on the criminal shame it was 
that certain people with nonconformist sexual tastes -- people whom the 
cripples themselves called "sick" and "perverted" -- were driven underground 
and forced to live as fugivites from the irrational wrath of the public. 
When he paused for a moment, his brunette wife broke in and filled the 
silence with a statement that staggered Bonnie for a moment until Gerry 
noticed and repeated it to drive in her point. 

"Yes, it's true," Gerry said in earnest, "all three of us and even your own 
husband, are almost as maimed as the average upright citizen by these stupid 
out-dated morals we cling to. Take yourself, Bonnie, weren't you scared to 
death of a man's penis until last night? Until you found out what they're 
really for?" 

"Yes, I... guess so," Bonnie admitted uncertainly. 

"Yeah, and you found out how to use certain other places you have, didn't 
you?" Will joked crudely. Then, his face turning back to seriousness again, 
he spoke in support of what his voluptuous wife had said a moment before. 

"As a prime example, look at Gerry and me, how we've been sneaking around 
behind each other's backs to jump into bed with other sex-partners. And 
we're older than you, a lot older, and married so much longer that it's hard 
sometimes to tell each other's thoughts and feelings apart. We've been 
around the world together twice, been broke and rich together too many times 
to remember... And yet we were still limping along like fools as far as sex 
is concerned until last night when we saw each other in action and sat down 
later at home to have the talk we should've had years ago... We found out 
that we didn't have to sneak and lie about sleeping with other people, that 
all along our one big problem was that we hadn't had the courage to be 
honest with each other . Now we can have our fun together and feel free." 

Bonnie smiled warmly at Will, hoping that he would truly understand how 
grateful she was for the things he had said. God knows, they must be true, 
she thought, for just last night's session at the Carey's had improved her 
relationship with Matt so much that they seemed to be happier and more 
secure in each other than ever before. If just one night had accomplished 
that much, she wondered with awe what heights of bliss they might reach if 
they attended regularly. It seemed silly, somehow illogical, but facts were 
facts... They were already on the verge of being closer and more in love 
than ever before and sex had been both the problem and the means to what 
seemed to be a signpost leading toward an ultimate, hopefully lasting 
solution. 

"Oh, in case you're interested, we'd both. consider ourselves lucky if you 
and Matt decide to stay on as regular members in the group," Will said 
convincingly. "And I'd be especially fortunate," he added, "if your 
performance last night was any indication of the innate talents you have." 

"Feel as grateful as you like, but remember the rules, buster," Gerry 
smirked. "You can't become a member until you dig up some willing chick to 
join with you... I don't have anything to worry about on that score if you 
recall last night's talk because I've already qualified. I'm in like Flynn." 
Bonnie detected a tone of sarcasm in her neighbor's voice, almost a shrewish 
rasping quality, one that she had never heard before and sounded like 
jealousy... the last thing she would expect of Gerry. 

"I'm not worried," Will said as he hunched forward to within a mere foot of 
his wife's face, glowering. "You know damned well that all I have to do is 
pick up the telephone and give the time and the night... They'll come 
running. But frankly, I'd much rather have been around to introduce Bonnie 
to the club... as my partner, of course, now that I know what she's capable 
of." what she's capable of." 

Gerry gave no reply and sat as though petrified by frustrating resentment. 
As for Bonnie, her mind boggled in embarrassment, and her cheeks flushed a 
carmine color as she allowed her mind to picture again the events of the 
previous night. This very man, a man who was at least twenty-five years her 
senior had rammed his pulsing cock in her mouth, and she had willingly 
sucked it, had swallowed his sperm, all of it, and then wanted more! 

Bonnie picked up her glass and drained off the last of the brandy in it in 
an attempt to put off the rising flurries of sensation that were nagging 
deliciously at her groin. She could not drive the picture of his penis 
rammed into her mouth out of her mind and had to keep herself from staring 
down directly at Will's trouser crotch where his cock must be, long and limp 
as it curled over his hairy testicle sacs and rested along the inside of his 
thighs. She quickly picked up her glass again to roll it in her fingers, 
hoping that the act would distract her from the thoughts she was having, but 
the very hardness and roundness of the crystal tumbler only made her think 
more intensely of Will Trend's penis. Against her will, she dropped her eyes 
to his groin finally and was both shocked and pleased when she saw that his 
trousers were standing up like a tent from his pubic region. She thought she 
would go crazy if she looked at the protuberance a second longer and lifted 
her gaze just high enough to discover that he was also leering down at her 
lap, his eyes roving back and forth along the expanse of bare thigh that was 
showing below her short skirt. Then their eyes met briefly, and as if by 
unspoken mutual consent, they both knew that they would make love together 
when the first chance came along. 

Bonnie licked her tongue across her upper lip, sliding it over her White 
teeth and then pulling it in to explore the smooth wetness of her inner 
cheek. It was an unconscious act on her part but one that he caught and 
interpreted to suit himself. 

Matt asked me to be sure to find out when and where the next meeting... you 
know, the next `swap' session... is going to be," the lovely young housewife 
managed to say at last, her face still flushed with excitement and natural 
embarrassment. "He definitely wants us to attend." 

"Great!" Will grinned, "because. last night Gerry and I were talking about 
having it at our house... just in case I can't get a female in time. That 
way, I can be certain to get in on all the partying, since you bonafide 
members would have one hell of a time booting me out of my own house!" 

"Don't count on it, sweetheart, because probably even that could be arranged 
if necessary," Gerry said with heavy sarcasm, straightening up her chair as 
she spoke. She had not missed the little exchange between them or the big 
lump in the crotch of his trousers, and while she was in no position to be 
jealous, the sexual current running between her husband and Bonnie did 
irritate her. After all, this was something new to her... watching her own 
husband openly -- display his lust for another woman... and her blood was up 
despite all that she and Will had said to Bonnie about liberal attituded and 
whatnot regarding sex. 

"How sweet of you to say that, darling," Will shot back at his flustered 
wife. The cold glare he gave her seemed to work, for she slumped her 
shoulders and sighed out a tiny smile to show that she realized her mistake. 
"Now, we were thinking about next Monday night, at say nine o'clock," he 
continued after a moment, "because I have to get back on my sales route by 
Wednesday morning... and if things go the way we hope, that will give me a 
day to recuperate from all the wild fun." 

"It should be interesting, too," Gerry said in her normal voice, "because 
there's at least one new couple slated to attend. You and Matt will feel 
like old-timers." 

"Well, I doubt that, but as far as I know, we'll be there," Bonnie nodded. 
Actually, she was positive that they would be there from the way she felt 
now and from how Matt had behaved that morning, and her big regret at the 
moment was that the session was not going to be that very evening! 

* * * 

Bonnie stood at the huge living room window a few minutes later, waving 
good-bye to Gerry and Will as she watched them plod through the deep snow as 
they made their way slowly towards their own front door. When they were out 
of sight, she turned and searched around the room for something to do, but 
everything was neat and in its proper place. 

"Well, even if I am a budding nymphomaniac, I'm still a pretty good 
housewife," she said aloud with a feminine chuckle. Then as she walked 
towards the bedroom to find something sexy to wear for Matt that evening, 
she laughed aloud again at the thought that perhaps seemingly innocent 
housewives made the best nymphomaniacs anyway... besides, young as they 
were, she knew that she and Matt were past the point of no return as far as 
sex was concerned. They had tasted sexual freedom, and there was no denying 
that it seemed to agree with them. 

"Let's see, what would drive him even wilder than he already is?" she asked 
herself as she Opened the closet to search through her modest wardrobe. 
"Something to make him fuck me." A damp flush came to her face from just 
saying the word, and she could feel a spreading urgency in her loins as she 
pictured him using her body at will... Her fingers trembled as she pulled 
out an old dress with a low neckline, one that was his favorite during the 
beginning of their courtship at college. The hem was too low to meet current 
standards of women's fashions, but she could fix that in a jiffy. It would 
give her something to occupy her mind while she waited for the handsome 
bastard's arrival home from work, she thought, whistling for the first time 
in ages as she flung the dress over her shoulder and headed for the other 
bedroom to get her sewing gear. 

"Yes, something to make him fuck me fast," she grinned as she closed the 
bedroom door behind her. 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

"Jesus, no wonder I couldn't wait to get home," Matt flattered, sincerely 
meaning every word as he greedily ran his eyes over his young wife's 
beautiful curvaceous young figure. She had spent almost an hour applying 
just the right makeup and scenting herself with a musky perfume on all the 
right spots. The dress had been a cinch to fix and now the hem-line cut only 
inches below her panties, showing an enticing abundance of bare white thigh 
below. 

"Hey, isn't that the same dress I liked so much in college?" Matt asked with 
hoarseness in his voice, unable to keep his eyes in one place as they 
scanned her legs and feasted on the daring amount of flesh swelling up naked 
at her neckline. It seemed to him that her breasts had grown larger during 
the last week, were somehow fuller and riper. 

"Yes, honey, it's the same dress, but I fixed the hem today," she said, 
trying to sound casual. "I thought I might as well get some more use out of 
it." 

"Damn, had I known you'd look this good when I got home, I'd have run home 
for a little fun during my lunch hour," he said, only half-kiddingly. 

"By the way, what would you like for dinner? I'll give you anything you 
want," Bonnie purred. 

"I want you." 

Suddenly he reached out and grabbed her to him, his lips crushing tightly 
down against hers as he held her in his powerful arms. His tongue snaked its 
way between his teeth and slipped wetly into her mouth. Bonnie was not quite 
prepared for anything so sudden and struggled a second until she remembered 
that she was no longer afraid. She began to suck on his thick probing tongue 
and a whirling sensation came over her as she thought of the pleasure in 
store for her. God, she wanted him, now! 

Then, without a word, Matt almost dragged her off towards their bedroom. But 
she was not complaining -- she actually felt thrilled by his urgent need, 
the same need she had had all day. 

When they were in the bedroom with the door still standing open from their 
entry, Matt kissed her roughly again and then pushed her backwards towards 
the bed. The edge of the mattress caught her behind the knees and the force 
of their momentum sent her sprawling flat on her back, his heavier body 
pinning her across the swaying surface of the bed. She let her thighs relax 
at once, allowing his squirming body to lodge itself between them. His cock 
was trapped in his trousers but tried to force itself out. In desperation, 
he rolled off her and quickly struggled out of his trousers and shorts, 
pulling them over his shoes with a ripping sound. Then, in one continuous 
motion, he mounted his weight on top of her again. The whole undressing 
action had not taken more than fifteen seconds. 

His penis insinuated itself up and down against the tiny nylon strip of her 
panty crotch and she could feel the wetness of the hard thick rod sliding in 
its own lubricating fluid against the soft inner hollows off her thighs. His 
head pressed down forcefully against hers, suddenly dropped lower, and she 
felt the sharp pain of his teeth biting savagely into her earlobe. She 
jumped reflexively but relaxed again immediately with a passionate sigh when 
she felt the hungry cock-head throbbing down between the full rounded globes 
of her white buttocks. 

Matt's pelvis began a slow grinding motion against her own pubic mound, 
rubbing the sheer nylon band of her panties into the thin red slit of her 
cunt. The huge rubbery head traced a sticky wet path up and down the length 
of the satiny material until he could feel the full outline of the soft 
fleece-lined lips impressed clearly through it. He moved slowly, slowly 
against the restraining band, watching with delight as the expression on her 
face changed from plain enjoyment to raving lust. He knew that pride no 
longer mattered to her, that she was all woman now and capable of being 
ignited by the lightest male touch. 

As excited as she was, Bonnie felt suffocated by his weight and wondered if 
his hard grinding motion might drive them through the mattress to the floor. 
But the pleasure she felt was worth anything, she thought, pushing up her 
loins to press more tightly against the hot rotating cock rubbing against 
the flat smooth plane between her legs. She ground up tightly on the huge 
stiffness, attempting to draw it through the flimsy material still covering 
the moist entrance of her pussy. 

"Get undressed," Matt ordered abruptly, panting as he rose to strip off the 
rest of his own clothes. This time, Bonnie did not hesitate and got to her 
feet immediately, reaching up behind her to unzip the dress down the back. 

"Come, on, baby, hurry," Matt hissed impatiently. But the blonde needed no 
prompting and in less than a minute she too was standing stark naked beside 
him, her firm delicious curves sloping in and out temptingly, her breasts 
flushed a pinkish color from the heat of her desire. 

He reached out and ran his fingertips teasingly over the tingling tips of 
her nipples and she moaned softly. 

"Now, get down on the bed on your hands and knees," he commanded, "just the 
way you were last night when Rod and Will fucked you at both ends." 

Bonnie's sense of self was lost in the fire of the moment and she followed 
his lewd orders without a word. When she was kneeling before him with her 
buttocks obscenely thrust out over the edge of the bed, he leaned down to 
kiss the smooth oval globes and bite them with sharp little nips. She felt 
him draw them apart until the strain on her anus was almost unbearable and 
then winced a little as his finger probed the tiny puckered opening. 

"Now, spread your legs out more," he snapped. When she had obeyed his gruff 
order, he pushed harder against her asshole, straining at it, and suddenly 
it entered her, eased a little by her own moisture. It did not hurt as much 
as she had anticipated, not as much as it had last night, and there was even 
a surprising sensation of pleasure from the penetration. He moved the forger 
around in the now expanding passage, pushing it back and' forth, widening it 
more and more, until she could not help but lean back on it, engulfing it 
with the tight clinging walls of her tender flesh. Her mouth fell wide open 
and she began to groan excitedly as she wriggled back on the intruding 
instrument, a strong sense of strangely satisfying subjugation sweeping 
through her mind. 

"How would you like my big cock in your ass, baby?" Matt asked with a growl. 

"Yes, darling! Yes, fuck me! Fuck up my asshole like that other man did! 
Please!" she cried pleadingly back to him. She felt him insert a second 
forger, which sent exquisite waves of pain through her, and then sensed that 
he was exploring the mouth of her vagina with the fingers of his other hand. 
The hot, throbbing head of his big cock pushed hard against the soft 
blonde-fringed cuntal lips, threatening to push them inside her own pussy, 
but then his fingers spread them apart. He rammed forward with a great 
resounding sound of wetness that drove the full length of him deep into her 
cunt in one lunge. 

"Oooooooooooooh, aaaaaaaaaahhh," she groaned as the thick bluntness banged 
to a halt against her sensitive cervix. He began to skewer in and out of 
her, setting a steady rhythm as she felt the monster growing even larger in 
her widespread cuntal channel. The giant head felt like an unrelenting fist 
pummeling into her mercilessly and her ecstasy climbed higher and higher. 

Suddenly he pulled out with a wet hissing sound and used his free hand to 
guide the blood-engorged prick up to the tiny puckered entrance of her anal 
opening... where the two fingers of his other hand were still buried as far 
as they could go. He slipped them out slowly, causing her to gasp when they 
were finally free, but then he placed the wet, pulsing tip of his cock 
against the tight, hairless opening and pushed, gently at first, then 
harder. She gave out a cry as the elastic flesh popped open from the steady 
pressure and the tip of his penis slipped inside. 

"Oooh, nooooo, wait, waaaiit," she begged as her asshole experienced a 
burning torture and her dazed mind flashed back to the pain she had felt 
when Rod's tremendous girth had entered her back there. But Matt ignored her 
pleas and shoved without mercy until he was in her all the way up to his 
hairy male pelvis. 

"Goddamnit, hump back, fuck back the way you did last night," he rasped. She 
obeyed as well as she could at the moment and leaned back gingerly on the 
surging cock. 

"Faster, faster!" he shouted down at her. 

"Aaaaaaagggghhh, oooooooh, fuuuck, fuuuuuccckkk me therrrrrre," Bonnie 
whined as the pain suddenly blended with pleasure and she began to wag her 
blonde hair from side to side with the exertion of her backward lunges. 
Excitement had mounted again, this time with even stronger force, and she 
chanted back to him, her words grunted out in time to the primitive thrusts 
of his hips against her upraised rounded whiteness. 

"Fuck... me... fuck... me... " Sweat poured down Matt's face as he watched 
the pink flesh of the round little hole draw back with his cock, voraciously 
sucking as if to prevent him from escaping. He felt a sadistic pleasure as 
his balls smacked below into the moistness of her wide-split vaginal 
crevice, his thick cock sunk all the way up her gyrating ass so that only 
the swollen cords at the base were still visible. God, he wanted to drive it 
right up to her throat! 

Bonnie moanedconfusion as she felt him draw out of her again, depriving her, 
then drive his cock deep into her cunt. After a few more thrilling strokes 
there, he drove it up her asshole again... deeper, deeper . He began to fuck 
into each passage three or four thrusts at a time, changing more and more 
rapidly, alternating at will, until finally he reached down and held the 
maddening prick and guided it into her cunt, then her asshole, one stroke at 
a time. It was pistoning into her stomach like two men at once, the pleasure 
of one hole still beating live as he shoved himself up the other hole. It 
was too much, too beautiful! 

Matt's balls palpitated with erotic energy, almost painfully, and his cock 
felt as though it were charged with a million prickly volts of electricity 
each time he plunged into one of the naked entrances before him. And now she 
was moaning like a she-devil, her lovely sweet face flushed bright red, her 
eyes rolling, as she panted and fucked back against him even more wantonly 
than she had in that other bedroom, still less than twenty-four hours ago. 
By Christ, he had her now and she loved it! It was easy to see that he was 
satisfied before, that he was taking the place of two men! 

"Ooooooooohhh, daaarrrrrrrlliinnnnnggggg!" she groaned out into the room as 
he kept up his switch-fucking action, occasionally sending his cock up her 
with a cruel, unnecessarily vicious thrust that almost drove her flat on her 
stomach. 

"Is it better than last night, you beautiful hot fucking little bitch?" he 
asked with a grunting voice. 

"Yeeeeeessssssss, ooooooohhh, yeeeeeeeeeeeesss," she squealed. 

Matt knew that he could cum anytime he decided but continued to tease and 
change his pace until he begged him to end her agonizing ecstasy, begged him 
to fuck her to completion. But he was not quite ready, not yet, and drew his 
cock out of each wet cavern to the very tip, watching her tight elastic 
flesh cling to him and then... after what seemed an eternal instant... 
stroke back in all the way up to his testicles. But little by little, even 
he lost control of the situation and felt the boiling lava of his sperm 
churn to readiness in the swinging balls below his throbbing' shaft. It 
would soon be over, at least for awhile, and gasped in anticipation of the 
waves of orgasmic pleasure that would fill his loins and brain any moment 
now. 

His groans approached the point of loud huffing shouts as he thrust his 
prick's full length into the depths of her expanded asshole, his body 
starting to jerk convulsively, his mouth now hanging open too, as he clawed 
at her waist with brutal, clutching fingers, pulling her cheeks wider apart 
so that his fleshy column could ram into her yet another fraction of an 
inch. 

"Oh Christ, I'm cumming, I'm cumming," he roared. He felt a moment of 
bafflement as he tried to decide where to shoot off his backed-up load... in 
her asshole or up her wet, wanting pussy... Her pussy, her pussy! Yes, yes! 

Bonnie felt the brief pause and then the sudden withdrawal from her rectum, 
only to be replaced by another fresh slippery thrust into the ravaged wet 
canal of her eager, sucking cunt. Then, beneath his battering attack, she 
felt the first hot torrents of the thick, white cream in his balls travel up 
the great length of his penis and splash into the depths of her steaming 
cunt. The sensation touched off the climax that she had been holding back to 
prolong the pleasure, and she screamed as the great gushes of blissful 
feeling rippled through her. She could feel his hot, thick sperm filling her 
stomach and seeping out around the pulsing shaft sunk deep up inside her. 

Matt sensed her climax and drove his spurting cock deep inside her, forcing 
her legs to splay out wide, her heels waving on each side of his body. He 
rammed her one last time and made her gasp as the last ounce of cum in his 
balls. emptied into her quivering young belly. 

He pulled out of her, staggering, and fell beside her already collapsed body 
on the bed with his arm draped over her trembling shoulders. They lay there 
for several minutes, gasping, gradually, regaining their senses. 

"Matt, my darling, that was the most thrilling, beautiful experience in my 
whole life," Bonnie said huskily. "And just in case you were worried, last 
night didn't even come close to matching the pure pleasure I felt just now 
with you." 

"That makes two of us, then," he said in a still shaky voice, "because it 
was the best for me too... And to tell the truth, Grace wasn't much better 
than my own hand when I was thinking of you and everybody was watching. Good 
God, I was so embarrassed later that I felt like killing myself." 

"Well, if you do, please die with a hard-on," she mocked, "because I want 
all the use I can possibly get out of you. Matt... I was only kidding... 
don't ever die. I love you too much," she mumbled between kisses she planted 
on his chest, "and I'll still take that bet that we'll be the happiest 
people alive a hundred years from now." 

"Yeah, I guess you're right," he grinned. "The odds are pretty much in our 
favor, aren't they?... Hey, speaking of the future, what about the next 
session of the club?" 

Bonnie cuddled closer and teased him, saying that she had forgotten to ask 
Gerry and Will about it. She watched her redheaded husband sulk awhile and 
then confessed that she had fibbed to taunt him to the brink of anger. 
"Golly, honey, I want you to be the slave sometimes," she baited. He 
chuckled and then broke out into hearty laughter, and she joined him, 
throwing her cum-smeared thigh over his mid-section as she nipped like the 
vixen she now was at his hard nipples between giggles. 

"By God, you'd better watch out or you'll get more of what you just got," he 
threatened with an imitation of menace darkening his strong masculine face. 

"Promise?" she goaded. 

"Sure," he parried, taking a different tack, "I promise if you tell me when 
the next session is." 

"Boy, you really are a bastard," Bonnie accused. "Now that I'm grown up, you 
want to take advantage of me, uh?" 

"That's right, honey," he agreed with a smirk. "I want to take advantage of 
you... But I think that's because we're both finally growing up." 

Bonnie watched him push her playfully aside as he pulled back the covers and 
got nonchalantly into his favorite sleeping position, feigning a yawn and 
closing his eyes, his breath coming in long, drawn-out sighs as though he 
were deep asleep. She smiled and, whistling for the second time that day, 
got under the warm blankets with him, squirming up tight against his toasty 
back as she let her hand fall over his hip to cup his balls. 

"Goodnight, baby," he crooned. "You can tell me about the session tomorrow 
at breakfast." 

Within five minutes, they were both sound asleep, their bodies pressed 
securely together. 

CHAPTER NINE 

"What on earth can be taking him so long?" Bonnie questioned aloud as she 
paced nervously back and forth across the living room. It was already nearly 
eight-thirty and the party next door was definitely on at nine o'clock. 
Gerry had telephoned that afternoon to confirm the time and to mention that, 
with the couple she and Matt were bringing, there would be four new-corners 
to the group that evening. They had chatted awhile about the pleasant new 
prospects in store for everyone. 

In fact, Matt was out now leading their new friends back to Bearsville from 
where they lived in the suburbs of a larger city about twelve miles away. 
Their names were Chet and Alice Forman, a young couple about the same age as 
Matt and Bonnie. 

Matt had met Chet in the shipping yard at work last Friday and the two men 
had hit it off immediately. Chet was just a driver but he owned his own 
truck and was intelligent, "a guy who will go places if he's given the 
chance," Matt had said during the full report he had given her of the new 
friend. Evidently the two men had become even better friends late that 
afternoon over beers in a nearby tavern after the office had. closed, as 
Chet had confided in Matt enough to say that he and his wife of three years 
were not getting along very well sexually. The driver had shown his new 
redheaded young executive friend a photograph of Alice and Matt had been 
bowled over by her figure. Then, after downing a few more beers, Matt ha; 
casually made reference to a possible solution to the problems the couple 
was having in bed. 

Matt had mentioned the swapping group and, when the driver had not balked 
but seemed interested instead, he had gone on to explain what he knew so far 
about the club and extend an invitation for the Formans to attend the Monday 
night session. Chet had lept on the suggestion and he would do his level 
best to persuade his wife that it was an excellent opportunity for them... 
"I'll tell her it's a kind of therapy," he had joked to Matt. 

Bonnie heard a car door slam shut and ran down the stairs to look out the 
window beside the front door. It was Matt and the Formans, all right, and 
she gave her long honey-gold hair a few last-minute strokes with the palm of 
her hand as she watched the trio come up the lighted driveway. 

"Wow," Bonnie exclaimed to herself, "he's really big and good looking!" And 
he was. He was tall, dark-haired, broad-shouldered and had rugged masculine 
facial features. "It must be her fault if they can't make it in bed," she 
mused. 

Then Bonnie took a long look at Alice. Even in her bulky winter clothes, she 
seemed rather thin and fragile, but her face was stunningly beautiful, the 
nose finely shaped and elegant, her brow high, her lips shiny and 
soft-looking even in the vague light. Bonnie had a moment of doubt, feeling 
her own face with her fingertips to compare her nose and mouth to Alice's. 
They seemed up to par with the other woman's... and then the blonde sighed 
with reassured relief as she swung open the door for them. 

"Hi," Bonnie greeted, "I was afraid that you'd all run off the road 
somewhere... it was getting so late. 

"Nah, nothing that serious, Mrs. Engle," Chet beamed, "it was just heavy 
traffic." His voice was deep and sent shivers through Bonnie's body. 

"I'm sorry we're late, Mrs. Engle," Alice said sweetly, her voice as fine 
and delicate as her face. 

"Please, why don't you both just call me Bonnie from now on," the blonde 
urged warmly. "After all, we're going to know each other pretty well, aren't 
we?" She saw Matt grimace behind their backs at her suggestive remark, but 
for once she stood her ground and made no effort to amend her words. 

"Honey, why don't you get us something to drink, okay?" Matt suggested in a 
low voice. 

Bonnie returned to the living room almost immediately from the kitchen, 
carrying a tray with three tall glasses on it full of a pale, green liquid 
that looked suspiciously familiar to Matt. 

"Hey, what's this?" he asked, holding up the glass she handed him, examining 
its contents with a puzzled look on his face. 

"You know, Matt, it's the same thing we drank at Rod's and Grace's last 
week... something French," Bonnie said with studied nonchalance as she 
smiled at Chet and Alice. 

"That's what I thought," Matt said quickly, "but where did this come from?" 

"Golly, I forgot! Rod dropped by for awhile this afternoon and gave us a 
whole bottle before he left. And there's something else I forgot to tell 
you," she said with a coy smile. "Rod promised to give the truckers and us, 
of course... a big discount on whatever they need at his gas stations. I 
think he said something about unlimited credit, too, but I can't really 
remember everything. We can ask him again at the Trend's this evening." 

Matt laughed and shook his finger at her, wondering to himself if it was 
possible to have too much of a good thing. After a minute, he shrugged and 
said, "Come on, drink up everyone. We might not even make it to the party if 
my little wife here is thinking what I think she'd thinking." 

"That wouldn't be a big tragedy," Chet said as he drank the last of the 
greenish elixir-like liquid in his glass. "If worse came to worse, we could 
probably have our own party right here. What do you think, Alice?" The 
dark-haired man patted his wife's bare knee and squeezed it, even though his 
eyes were trained on Bonnie's every sinuous movement. 

The beautiful woman who had seemed so quiet and shy when she first entered 
the house set her own empty glass down on the coffee table. Apparently the 
exotic liquor had already taken effect on her gently-curved body, for she 
was staring at Matt as though he were an oasis in the middle of an endless 
desert. Glancing slyly at her husband, she smiled happily and answered, 
"Sweetheart, I don't care where it happens, but in case you haven't noticed, 
the party's about to begin... " 

"Wow, let's get our coats!" Bonnie laughed indulgently at the excitement of 
the two "new-comers" to the group. "The others would never forgive us if we 
kept you to ourselves." 

Less than a minute later, there were four new tracks of footsteps between 
the Engle and the Trend homes. 


THE END
