Chapter 2

The party started slowly, for which Bonnie was grateful. There were six couples present, including Bill and Kim. All of the people were in their twenties, with the exception of Bonnie. She was the only teenager present. The men were handsome and the girls were very pretty. All were casually dressed, completely relaxed and at the beginning, after the introductions, and the bending of the elbows, the conversations were of ordinary things and events. Bonnie relaxed after the second round of drinks and began taking part in the small talk and gave out with the smiles and comradeship.

Her doubts and qualms began to disappear and she began thinking that Pete had been right. They needed relaxation and companionship of young married couples like themselves.

She enjoyed the stares and ogling of the men who sized her up frankly and expertly. Bonnie was not a vain girl, but she realized that with her extreme youth and beauty she had it all over the other wives present. One after the other the young men present made it a point to cozy up to her, engage her in small talk and hint rather broadly that they were quite pleased with what they saw.

One man in particular, as if by prearrangement, latched onto her, after the others swooped by, introduced themselves and drifted off. His name was Harry Mason. He was about twenty-eight, with dark hair, dark eyes and a fatuous smile on his chubby face. Harry was a bit on the obese side. He weighed about two hundred twenty pounds on a five-foot-ten-inch rotund figure. He sat on a sofa beside Bonnie and gave with a big smile, "Hi, Bonnie." He leaned back casually and let his hand drift over the back of the couch. He ran fingers through Bonnie's mass of brown hair.

Bonnie smiled tolerantly. She was feeling the effects of her second drink and had the third one in her hand. A warming glow was sweeping through her body. "Hi, Harry."

"Guess you and I are sort of matched up for this evening." Harry nuzzled closer and let the fingers of his hand tickle her ear. He cut loose with a pleased smile as his glance settled on her outthrust breasts, which were partially visible above the low-cut blouse Bonnie was wearing. Bonnie had chosen this blouse and her miniskirt with care. She didn't want to appear too bold, but she didn't want to seem a prude. The outfit was a compromise of sorts. Compared to some of the see-through casual clothes the other wives were wearing, she felt like a nun.

Bonnie frowned. "What d'ya mean, 'matched up'? "

"To avoid confusion at the beginning of these parties, the guys sort of get together and make tentative arrangements as to who will be paired with who, at the beginning. That way, it avoids hard feelings, or misunderstandings." Harry giggled. "Of course, after the party gets into full swing it doesn't matter who was matched up with who at the start."

The frown on her faced deepened. "And you've been stuck with me?"

Harry chuckled and let his wandering fingers drift down to her shoulder. "Stuck? Shucks, doll, I'm the luckiest guy present, getting first crack at you. The other guys are eating their hearts out."

Bonnie edged away from the fat man. She didn't like the implication of his words. She glanced around the huge living room. Harry had been telling the truth. The half-dozen couples had separated into matched pairs, with other than their own mates. The living room was large and had plenty of comfortable easy chairs and couches. In the far corner of the room was a built-in bar. Art, the host, was busy pouring drinks, helped by a girl named Sue, a pretty brunette, whose husband was matched up with Art's wife Joy, the exotic dancer.

Bonnie sucked in her breath and the fears began to return. The room was brightly lit and the strains of smaltzy music emanated from a hi-fi set. The music was designed to get the couples in the mood for love. Together with the drinks being consumed, it was having the required effect. The small talk and gay chatter had died off. The various couples on the comfortable furniture were beginning to hug and kiss each other.

The flush on Bonnie's face deepened when her glance settled on Pete. He was sitting on a big easy chair that swung out to support his legs in comfort. He was leaning back in the chair, thoroughly relaxed and sipping at his drink with a fatuous smile on his face. The reason for the smirk on his face was the blonde sitting on his lap. A bubbly blonde girl of about twenty-seven with a shape that was like out of this world. Sucking in a gasp of dismay, Bonnie said, "Who is that dizzy blonde on my husband's lap? The one he's stuck with?"

Harry smiled tolerantly and let his fingers drift downward to Bonnie's partially exposed breasts. "That's my wife Alison. She's been assigned to your Pete for openers." Harry drummed his fingertips on the bulge. "God, you have a lovely pair of knockers, Bonnie," he blurted impulsively, easing her blouse forward so he could get a better view of her melons.

Bonnie flushed and shrank away from his prying fingers. The doubts and fears returned. What had started off as a casual, friendly gathering of folks was turning into what her fears had imagined beforehand. "I think I could use another drink." She handed him her glass.

"Sure." Harry hopped to his feet, stepped over to where the host was pouring the liquids, and refilled their glasses. Sliding back into his seat and sliding his fingers back onto the exposed part of her tits, he said, "Drink up, dear. Then you and I will head for a bedroom. Or would you prefer to stay out here and maybe put on a show for the folks?"

Bonnie gulped. "What're you talking about?"

Harry chuckled. "I keep forgetting this is your first swap party. I guess I'm coming on too strong. You're scared?"

"Petrified. like you say, it's my first party." Bonnie tried to collect her wild, scary thoughts. Until now she'd just heard bits of gossip about the parties at Art's and Joy's apartment. Until now, the affair had been mild and normal. But a deep fear clutched at her heart. Harry's inference that they should retire to a bedroom. Or put on a show for the folks. What kind of show?

The answer was quickly forthcoming. Art, from his vantage point at the bar, called, "Joy, why don't you show these nice young people the new act you do at the club? Give 'em a preview."

"Good thinking. Come on, Joy. Yeah, give us a sample," were a few of the remarks that greeted Art's suggestion.

Joy, a dazzling redhead, whose one hundred thirty pounds were well distributed on a curvy size forty, twenty-six, thirty-six-inch voluptuous shape, disengaged herself from the pawing fingers of Sue's husband Mike, and stood in the center of the room. Joy was in her element, the center of attraction and she was the extrovert who enjoyed being in the spotlight.

Joy was a part-time exotic dancer in a well-known nightspot in the city. She was somewhat notorious and well paid for her act. She had been logged in jail several times for indecent exposure. She flashed a big smile at her captive audience. Then, catching the tune being played on the hi-fi set, she began mouthing the words and began undulating before the group.

Bonnie sucked in her breath while she watched the wild-looking redhead go into her act. The girl was really something to look at.

Joy eased back and forth in front of the group. She bounced her hips. She shoved out her tits. She winked suggestively. She ran her fingers down her hips and legs. At the start of her dance she was covered in a slinky see-through gown. As the dance progressed and the tempo of the music increased, Joy slowly and deliberately began to shed her clothes. Joy had been well trained in the art of strip teasing. She knew all the bumps and grinds. She knew exactly how to milk each item, each movement, and each wiggle for maximum effect.

Again and again Joy undulated before the group. She smiled at the uncouth remarks. She teased. She wiggled her tits. She bounced her ass saucily. She shed her clothes. She mouthed the words of the song. She finally got down to a G-string.

Art, with his arm wrapped around brown-haired Sue, stood close-by. He interspersed Joy's dance recital with a few observations. When his redheaded wife was stripped to her G-string, he chuckled. "At this time at the club, if the cops haven't moved in and arrested Joy, she usually calls for a volunteer from the audience. Go ahead, Joy," he directed.

Joy moved in on her target-Mike, a strapping six-footer, about twenty-two, and Sue's husband. A handsome brown-haired youngster. Joy smiled and held out her hands.

Mike bounced to his feet and allowed himself to be led to the center of the room.

Joy made Mike a part of her exotic dance. She eased him around and about in tune with the music. As she waltzed along the floor, she began to undress the handsome young buck. She removed his sports shirt and tossed it aside. She teased and made a big deal over Mike's manly, naked upper torso. Mike had pinkish-white skin with a mat of brown hair on his chest. He was well muscled. A regular Adonis.

Impishly, Joy shoved her huge, solid tits against his small man-sized ones. While doing this, she managed to keep moving in time with the music. She unzipped his slacks and suddenly moved away from him. His slacks fell to the floor. His hardening prick pushed against his undershorts, which were the only item of apparel still on his wonderful body.

Joy turned him around until his back was to her front. She moved her hands around his hips and massaged the bulge in his shorts. She grinned impishly. "Looks like our boy Mike is heavy hung!" she quipped.

Keeping him facing the audience, she stepped back. "Go ahead, Mike. Strip for the folks. Show 'em what you've got." Having delivered her suggestion, Joy eased back, removed her tiny G-string, lay on the floor, spread her legs wide and lifted her knees up. Joy had assumed the fucking position!

Bonnie gulped and stared in awe at the unfolding tableau. At the moment she was so wrapped up in what she was observing she was unaware that Harry was wrapped up in her titties. Having seen this action many times in the past, Harry wasn't shocked, or impressed by Joy's exotic dance. His mind and lust were intent on this lovely teenaged girl he'd been lucky enough to draw as his assignment.

Harry unbuttoned Bonnie's blouse. He undid her bra. Ever so slowly, he slid her blouse down her shoulders. His eyes popped wide when her big, solid melons popped into view. Since Bonnie was leaning forward to get a better view of the action taking place at the far end of the room, her lovely tits were outthrust globes of sheer delight. They were round, firm, pinkish-white in color and had taut pink nipples on a small sea of slight reddish color.

Harry had been a close observer of girls' tits for many years. He could be classified as a connoisseur of the art of tittie viewing. His eyes lit up appreciatively. These lovely breasts were without a doubt as wonderful as he'd ever seen. He sucked in a deep breath and gently fondled the wondrous art items. He could feel his prick hardening. He felt an irresistible urge to get into this lovely teenager. "Let's you and me go to a bedroom," he whispered hoarsely. He continued fondling and gently massaging her tits.

Bonnie, aware that he was doing something to her breasts, tried to concentrate on the action taking place several feet away. She watched in silent awe while Mike ever so slowly and teasingly shoved his shorts down. Mike had joined in the spirit of Joy's act. He grinned impishly at the audience while easing his shorts down.

Finally he let his pants slide down his hairy white legs. A gasp of amazement welled from the throats of the various swappers. Joy had guessed right when she'd mentioned she thought Mike was heavy hung.

He was.

His big-sized prick bounced before him. It was hard as a rock, solid as a mast pole and raring for action. Mike grinned. "What'll I do now, folks?" He was still facing the audience, his back to Joy.

"Sock it to 'er, Mike!" This opinion seemed to be that of the majority.

Mike, an old hand at swapping, grinned. He toyed with his big prick, making it even bigger. "You want I should shove this bastard into Joy?" He still had his back to the reclining redhead.

Nods of assent greeted his question. Mike turned around and ogled spread-eagled Joy with a lustful gleam in his brown eyes. He wet his lips. Then Mike, weaving in time with the music and keeping up the suspense, dropped to his knees and crawled the distance between him and Joy. He dipped his face down to her pussy, took a couple of licks at the spa, then burrowed his tongue upward along her stomach. He paused for a few moments at her solid titties and gave them a good sucking. Then he eased forward. "Now?" he called out, winking at the spellbound audience.

"Now!" the audience responded.

Mike entered Joy with little effort, since Joy had been so well fucked so many times that she no longer had a tight pussy. Hers was a well-used one and could easily handle any size prick from man or beast.

Joy wiggled her ass and moaned happily when Mike shoved his hot cock into her hot cunt. She moaned and thrashed around like a girl getting fucked for the first time. Joy was a consummate actress and played her part well. "Oh, Lordy," she wailed happily, "you are so big! It's so hard. Wow! Aaaaaaaaaah ... Oooooooooh ... Sock it to me, lover! Sock it to me!"

Mike did. He screwed the exotic dancer in full sight of the assembled party-goers. His wife Sue, still wrapped up in the arms of Joy's husband Art, called out words of encouragement to him. She seemed to enjoy watching her husband fucking the other girl.

Another onlooker to the erotic display was Bonnie. She didn't share Sue's enjoyment of the event. Her heart did a few flip-flops and a feeling of dismay swept through her. It dawned on her that this was what swapping was all about. All the stories she'd heard about the wild parties in this apartment were true, if this was any indication.

Bonnie also became acutely aware of another thing. In her excitement of watching the carnal event taking place, she'd been only dimly aware of action taking place on the sofa with Harry Mason. It occurred to her that Harry had her almost half-naked and he was busy fondling her tits. A deep flush of shame swept to her face as she withdrew her glance from the fucking couple on the floor. She backed against the sofa and bestowed a hard glance at Harry. "What d'ya think you're doing?" She shoved his grasping paws away from her breasts and tried to reassemble her bra and blouse.

Harry grinned and tried to reclaim his bobbing prizes. His eyes were loaded with passion and lust. "I think you and I should head for a bedroom, gorgeous. You got me hot as hell." He pointed to the bulge in his slacks.

Bonnie shook her head and frowned. The frown was occasioned by what she was observing at the far end of the room, where Pete was sitting with the blonde girl in his lap. Alison Mason had one arm wrapped around Pete's neck and was planting a few kisses on his lips. Her other hand was playing with Pete's cock, which she'd withdrawn from his slacks.

Alison was gently massaging Pete's huge prick while Pete was kissing her! Pete also had his hand shoved far up under Alison's miniskirt and was busily toying with her pussy!

A sense of despair swept through Bonnie. Damn him, she thought. Hopping to her feet, she swept over to where Pete was having a feel day. Giving him a look of utter contempt, she snapped, "We're leaving!"

"But hon..." Pete lodged a formal objection. He continued to stroke fingers in and out of Alison's pussy while Alison continued to stroke his hard cock. "We're just starting to enjoy ourselves."

He forced a grin.

"Now!" Bonnie tapped a shoe on the carpet and glared. "Now!" she repeated. She spun on her heels and stormed from the living room. En route, she picked up her purse and slammed out of the apartment.

Bonnie covered the distance from apartment 3B to her apartment ID in record time. With head held high and shoulders squared, she beat back the torrent of tears that threatened to engulf her. Arriving in her apartment she threw herself on the bed and cut loose with the sobs.

For the first time in her year of marriage a cloud appeared on the horizon! For the first time since she said her I do at the church a nagging doubt assailed her. The vivid memory of Pete necking with beautiful Alison while she played with his prick and he toyed with her cunt caused great waves of mental anguish to sweep through her.

Bonnie gave way to the sobs. Her heart was broken. She beat a tattoo on the pillow with her balled fists.

When Pete climbed onto the bed beside her and attempted to cradle her in his arms, she pushed away. "Leave me alone, you beast!" Another torrent of tears accompanied her words.

Pete stroked her hips. An anguished look appeared on his face. This was the first tear-jerking crisis he'd faced in his year of marriage to Bonnie. He was at a loss as to how to react. "Whatcha pissed off about, hon?" he whispered, easing her onto her back and staring deep into her tear-stained eyes. He aimed a kiss in her direction.

Bonnie avoided his oncoming lips. Her eyes blazing, she snapped, "You know damned well what I'm pissed off about! You and your party! Now I know why you wanted to go! So you could get Alison!"

Pete winced at the accusation. That hadn't been the real reason he wanted to go to the party. He knew Alison but slightly. He'd seen her around the apartment complex, but until this evening theirs had been but a nodding acquaintance. He would be the first one to admit the truth of Bonnie's accusation, however. Having met Alison officially and having been paired off with her, he had been more than slightly interested in seeing how far he could get with her. Alison had seemed willing to go all the way, as Mike and Joy had done. "That isn't so and you know it! Hell, I didn't even know Alison until this evening."

Bonnie sniffed. "It didn't take you long to get real chummy! You with your hand up her skirt and her playing with you! Right out in the open!"

Stung by the accusation, Pete snapped, "You should talk! You were doing all right with Harry!"

"Me?" An expression of incredulity swept over her face.

"Yes you! Sitting on the couch. Cozying up to Harry. Letting him play with your titties. When I saw that, I figured what the hell ... you want to play games, so will I."

Bonnie flushed. She had been so intent on watching Joy and Mike in action she hadn't protected her own assets. She had hardly been aware of what Harry had been doing to her. "You started first!" her accusation sounded weak.

"You did!" Pete insisted. "I had no intention of getting next to Alison. She was just sitting on my lap. But when I saw Harry taking out your tits and fondling 'em, I figured I'd see how far I could go with his wife, too!" He looked severely at her.

"I ... I ... " Bonnie felt some of the steam seeping from her argument. She wasn't quite sure now who had been first. Harry with his hairy hands on her tits, or Alison with her smooth hands on Pete's cock. It had all happened so fast. The sight of Joy doing her thing. She sighed and dried the tears with a handkerchief. "I guess we both sort of got carried away," she admitted.

"We sure did!" Pete closed in on her. He pressed his lips to hers. "It was really something, wasn't it, hon? Wow! I never thought they'd go that far-that fast! That Joy's really something," he marveled.

"Would you like to have been in Mike's place?"

Pete weighed the possibilities, then grinned. "Why would I want her when I've got you?"

Bonnie was reassured. She relaxed. "Pete. Pete. Let's not argue any more. Let's just forget this evening. Make like it never happened. I'm so ashamed." She held out her arms.

"Me, too, hon." Pete slid into her embrace and showered her with kisses. "I love you, darling," he breathed. He began undressing her. "How 'bout a long night of love, hon?" he whispered, stroking her hair and bestowing hot kisses on her lips.

"Yes. Yes," Bonnie breathed happily. "My darling. My husband. Never again will we get involved in such a thing as we did tonight." She eyed him pointedly.

"Never!" Pete promised faithfully, while he finished undressing her.

Deep inside, Bonnie sighed. He sounded sincere in his promise, but was it a measure of doubt she detected in his voice? For the first time in her deliriously happy year of marriage she felt a pinpoint of anxiety...