Chapter 5
Carol sat on the bed next to the small blonde girl, who was sobbing. She placed an arm around the small waist and said, "Take it easy, Helen. What's wrong?"
"I feel so ashamed!" Helen sobbed. She turned damp eyes in Carol's direction. "I tried to tell Brad I wasn't ready for this. I'm sorry, Carol. Me and your husband ... I really didn't want to."
"Me, either. I've been arguing with Paul for weeks about this swapping. He keeps insisting I join with him, or else."
"Or else what?"
Carol frowned. "Gee, I don't know what he'd do if I flat refuse. Stay mad at me, I guess."
"Brad said he'd divorce me if I didn't go along with it," Helen sobbed.
"Would he? Really?"
Helen nodded. "I think so. He's been married and divorced twice already. He's almost ten years older than me. He's almost twenty-eight!"
"H'mm. And you knew about this swapping habit of his before you were married?"
"Sort of. Some of my friends tried to warn me, but I wouldn't listen. I figured if he married me, he wouldn't want anyone else."
"Now, six months later, he's on the prowl!" Carol crinkled her nose in disgust. "Men! There oughta be a law against 'em!"
"What'll we do, Carol? I don't want to go through with this. But if I don't..." Helen winced at the possibilities of rebellion on her part.
Carol pushed Helen onto her back. She let her glance wander up and down the gorgeous, slender girl. "How a guy could want something else when he has a doll like you is beyond me. But my Paul's been looking forward all week to getting next to you and I imagine your husband has been looking forward to this session, too."
Helen nodded. "Brad's been drooling all week about meeting you ever since Harry invited him to spend the weekend here and told him you'd be his date, his bed partner. I know Brad's looking forward to it."
Carol frowned, her brow crinkled in thought. "The way I got it figured, and the way the male mind works, the line-up for tonight, unless I'm wrong, is for Harry to shack up with you. Brad's to get me and that leaves my husband to entertain Rita."
Helen nodded. "I kinda guessed it would be that way."
Carol pondered. "This'll upset my husband. He's had his heart set on you. I could tell from the way he acted before that he wants to sample you again and again, but that's the way the line-up will be as of now...." A smile played at the corners of her mouth.
Carol leaned over and whispered in Helen's ear. "Suppose you and me try to change that line-up!"
"What d'ya have in mind?" Helen's eyes lit up.
"My husband wants you. Harry wants you. Brad wants me. Right?"
"Right."
"That means neither one of our beloved bastard husbands want Rita."
The light began to dawn on Helen's pretty face. For the first time she began smiling. "You mean...?"
"We donate Rita to our husbands! When it comes time to going to bed for the night, you and I both will insist that we want Harry for a partner!"
"You think it'll work?"
"The boys'll let out a howl of dismay, but we're holding the trump cards." "We are?"
"Absolutely." Carol grinned impishly. "These swap parties are based on one thing," she explained. "Sex. And what's sex?" Carol placed her fingers on Helen's pussy. "This, and these." She fingered the gorgeous, out-thrust little titties. "Plus the male organ. Right?"
"I'm listening."
"When it comes right down to the nitty-gritty, it amounts to whoever has the mostest and the bestest of these things'll attract the opposite sex. So, who has the biggest cock?"
"Harry, by far. Next is Brad. Then the smallest is your husband. No offense."
"You're observant and so right. So when the time comes to choose sides for the night, you and I will demand our rights." The impish smile grew on Carol's face.
"Well both demand Harry because he has the biggest cock?"
Carol patted her conspirator on the shoulder. "Exactly, and we won't back down. Well insist. Either we get our way, or we won't play."
"Wow!" Helen nodded her head. "I'm sure glad you're on my side."
Carol hopped to her feet and hoisted Helen to hers. She patted her new bosom-buddy on the ass. "Now, let's go join the others in their fun and games. Smile, darling, smile. Like this." Carol forced a smile to her lips. "Let's make out like we're enjoying it."
"I might enjoy it at that." A quick smile came to Helen's face. "At least it might teach that bastard of mine a lesson. He wants zest in his marriage? I'll give him zest!" A determined gleam came to her eyes.
"One other thing, dear." Carol paused before sliding open the door leading to the patio and pool area, where they could see the boys and Rita splashing around and playing grab-ass with each other. "Yes?"
"Do you think you can take Harry? He is immense." Carol smiled contentedly at the memory.
Helen grew pale. "I've been wondering about that. He's so big." She smiled wanly, then threw her shoulders back in determination. "I'll try my best!"
"Atta girl." Carol shoved open the door. She liked this girl very much. She liked the feel of her fingers around her small waist. She liked the feeling she got when she brushed the petite titties. Maybe she could work things out when the three of them got together so that the little girl wouldn't be hurt too much by Harry's immenseness.