Chapter 1
Cupping her large soft tits from beneath, schoolteacher Alta Tyner lifted them toward the hot spray of water peppering from the shower head. Steam filled the bathroom as she let the drops beat at her brown nipples until they stood hard and pointed. Alta was in an erotic mood. In less than an hour there would be a knocking at the front door; then her tits, and all the rest of her body as well, would have a treat she had been eagerly anticipating for more than a month.
Mary Higgins was coming to spend the night. Alta and Lloyd, her salesman husband, were going to share their bed with the bi-girl, each planning to enjoy her promised talents in the oral arts she had written so much about in her letters. Alta could hardly wait, now that it was finally about to happen. She'd thought Lloyd had flipped his lid when he first suggested they join the correspondence club from which he'd received a sample magazine and an application for membership. At her husband's insistence, Alta had read a few of the many advertisements in the club magazine. Some had been complete with pictures and some not, but they all were clearly ads for sexual partners. Most were from single men wanting girls, but almost as many were placed by couples wanting other couples. Some were too far out to appeal to Alta, but she could not deny the excitement she'd felt when Lloyd mentioned it might be fun to broaden their sex life by joining the club.
"What did you say?" she'd asked, dropping the magazine to her lap and reaching nervously for a cigarette.
Lloyd had grinned sheepishly. "You heard me, baby."
"I'm not sure I did. Say it again."
"I'll rephrase it. Let's try mate-swapping," he said, sliding across the couch to put his arm about her shoulder. "Jesus, honey," Alta gulped. "You've gotta be joking!"
"Have I?"
"Well... Aren't you?"
"No," he said. "I think I'd like that sort of thing."
"Wow! I don't know what to say, Lloyd. Did reading this magazine give you that crazy idea?"
"I fudged a little. They didn't just send the magazine as an advertisement. I answered an ad in a men's magazine to get it."
Alta lit her cigarette and V ok a deep drag. "Go on," she said, exhaling smoke.
"I've been thinking about it for some time... us doing it, I mean. You know that men's mag that I buy regularly, MR?"
"I've noticed it lying around the house," Alta said guardedly.
"They run a monthly sex survey. Most of the letters are from mate-swappers. Well, I've been reading the survey for several months now; quite frankly, it sounds like fun. I've thought about you and I swapping. It excites me to think about it."
Alta giggled.
"What's so funny?"
"I've been keeping up with your survey, too. Those letters couldn't be for real. People just don't act like that."
Lloyd looked pleased. "You've been reading my mag?"
Alta nodded. "Just the survey. Every time I pick one up to dust, it falls open to the survey."
"I always read it first," Lloyd said. "I guess I fold it without knowing it. What makes you think the letters aren't from real people?"
"I just can't believe people do those things. Even if they did, they wouldn't write about it to a magazine."
"What about the ads in this club magazine? " Alta shook her head slowly. "I don't know? What about them? "
"Let's join and answer one of the ads. There's a couple here in Arizona advertising this month. Here, I'll show you.
Lloyd took the club magazine from her lap and opened it to the Arizona section. With his finger pointing to an ad, he handed it back to Alta.
There was no photo with the ad. Alta took the magazine from her husband and read it. It was a couple living in southern Arizona who wanted to meet other couples. The man was thirty-one and the wife was twenty-nine. Both enjoyed French culture, according to the ad. Alta naively thought it meant something altogether different from sexual activities.
"They're too old for us. Besides, wouldn't it make you jealous for me to sleep with another man?"
"They're only six years older than we are," Lloyd replied. Then he grinned. "Would it make me jealous for you to sleep with another man? Then it does appeal to you."
"I didn't say that, Lloyd."
"You're thinking favorably about it or you wouldn't have asked what you did. Come on now, admit it"
"Well, maybe I have thought about it. I was a virgin, remember? You're the only man I've ever had."
"And you've wondered how it would be with another "All right. I have wondered. What of it?"
"Nothing, baby."
"I'd never cheat on you," Alta assured.
"You don't have to. Let's join this club and you can find out how it is with some other guy."
"Do you really want that, Lloyd?"
"Don't you want to try it, Alta? Be honest, now."
"I don't know. It scares me."
"Why? What is there to be scared of?"
"I don't know. I guess I'm afraid of losing you. I love you, darling. I don't think I could stand seeing you with another girl."
"You've got it all wrong, honey," Lloyd said, hugging her to him as he talked. "These people are not interested in anything but sexual adventure. They love each other, just as we love each other."
"If you love me, how could you want to swap me off?" she asked timidly. "It doesn't make much sense to me."
"Variety is the spice of life, honey, in sex as well as food or anything else. If either of us were having an affair, now that would be different. Affairs are dangerous to a marriage because of the sneaking and lying. But swapping is all above-board. It's something we could share together."
"It still seems wrong," she said.
"Why? You're not religious; I'm not religious. Why should we stick to that old worn-out moral code? Let's join this club and give it a try. If we don't get any fun out of it, then we'll quit."
Alta smiled unsurely. "You're absolutely sure you want to do this?"
"I'm sure. But I don't want to force you into it if you don't want to."
"I guess it wouldn't hurt to try it A little variety wouldn't kill me, as long as you don't throw it up to me the next lime you get angry with me. You wouldn't do that, would you, Lloyd?"
A satisfied smile broke over Lloyd's face. "Of course not, baby. It was my idea, wasn't it? How could I find fault?"
"Okay," Alta agreed, herself breaking into a relaxed grin. "Let's join this here club and sex it up, podner."
"Get pen and paper. We'll write this couple tonight," Lloyd urged. "Who knows, gal, you might get you a longhorn steer the first time out of the corral."
"Let's answer this ad instead," she said, handing the magazine back to him with her finger on the ad above the couple's.
"Loyd read the ad. It was from a married woman who wanted to contact other girls and couples. "Discretion a must," her ad read. "Really?" Lloyd asked, grinning broadly as he lowered the magazine and looked at his wife. "Do you want to share a girl?"
Alta blushed. She reached for another cigarette. "Why not?" she asked, not looking at Lloyd as she struck a match and lit her smoke. "I've wondered how it would be with another girl much more than with a different man."
"Well, I'll be damned," Lloyd exclaimed.
"Is that so terrible?" Alta demanded.
"Shit no, baby! It's great... just great! Damn, I'd love to watch you with another girl. Go get a pen and some paper. Let's get a letter off tonight. Just thinking about it makes me hard."
Smiling, Alta released her tits and turned off the shower. She pinched her hard nipples and ran her hands sensually over her flat stomach. That first letter had had to wait for more than an hour. She'd been as hot as Lloyd was hard, and instead of getting pen and paper had led him to bed. All during their heated union she'd fantasised another girl making love to her. Now it was going to happen for real--in less than an hour.
Alta slid open the glass door to the shower and stepped out. She took a rough towel and rubbed herself vigorously. When she was dry, her skin had a healthy pink glow. After dusting her body with scented powder, she dabbed perfume behind her ears and on either side of her pussy. She wanted to smell nice for Mary to kiss all over, as she'd promised to do in her letters. She hoped Mary had thought to douche and powder her cunt, too, for Alta intended to return her kisses in kind. She trembled at the thought of putting her mouth to Mary's pussy. God, it was so exciting! And if tonight went well, then bigger and better things lay ahead--a whole new and thrilling way of life!
Humming happily, Alta walked nude into the bedroom to dress. She laid out all her tilings on the bed: underthings, stockings, garter belt, dress, slip. Suddenly it seemed so foolish to bother getting dressed. They were, going nowhere except to bed. She put everything away and got out her most seductive negligee.
After slipping into the negligee, she took off her shower cap and shook out her lustrous jet-black hair. She got a pair of high-heeled house slippers with fluffy bon-bons and worked her bare feet into them. Voices drifted down the hall from the living room as she sat down at the dresser. Picking up her hairbrush, Alta wondered if Lloyd was watching TV. She was too excited to do anything so mundane at the moment, she knew. Grinning at her husband's cool, she began brushing at her hair. When she was finished, it looked smooth and glossy. The bottom ends hung just below her shoulder and were turned under in a loose curl.
Smiling approval, she took her lipstick and applied a coat of devilish red to her lips. Eye make-up came next, then she was finished. Her skin was flawless and her complexion near perfect. She had never needed anything more than lip and eye make-up, except for an occasional dab of powder to take the shine from her nose. The shine was there now, she noticed, and took her puff and gave it a quick pat.
The voices were silent as Alta went up the hall toward the living room of their apartment. Coming into the room, she saw why. The voices hadn't been from the radio or TV. Mary had already arrived. The voices Alta had heard belonged to her husband and Mary. But neither of them was talking now, nor did they notice Alta enter the room. Lloyd had his arms full of Mary and his tongue filled her sucking mouth. Mary had one arm around Lloyd's back and her other hand was hotly rubbing at his hard dick through his trousers.
A thrill coursed through Alta at the sight. Mary was every bit as pretty as her picture. She was a small girl, but stacked well. Her red hair was clipped in the new short fashion and shone like copper under the light from the nearby lamp. The color obviously was her own natural shade. Her dress was hiked up halfway, revealing nyloned thighs of appealing shape. As Alta moved closer, she saw a few freckles on Mary's arms and face. It was only more evidence of her natural red hair. God, she was a little doll!
No jealousy at all did Alta feel at the sight of her husband kissing and fondling their new toy. In fact, it excited her so much that she didn't announce her presence. Instead, she went on tiptoe to the easy chair facing the couch and sat down. She took a cigarette from the table and lit it.
At the sound of the match striking, Lloyd pulled his lips from Mary's open mouth and they both turned toward Alta.
Dropping the match into the ash tray, Alta smiled at them. "Don't let me interrupt," she said.
Loyd grinned sheepishly. "We started without you, honey."
"I got here early, and I can't stay long," Mary explained.
Lloyd reached for a cigarette. "Alta, meet Mary."
"Delighted," Alta said sultrily.
Mary smiled as she drank in the sexy sight of Alta, who had crossed her legs and hadn't bothered to close her negligee. It was at Alta's creamy thighs that Mary looked the longest. She licked at her lips as her gaze moved up and took in Alta's large high-standing breasts. looking into her eyes, Mary said, "Jesus, honey, you're going to be delicious!"
"You'll have to be patient with me," Alta said. "I've never done anything like this before."
"You don't have a thing to worry about."
"I'm not worrying," Alta assured her. "I'm anticipating."
Mary patted the place beside her shapely butt on the couch. As Alta rose to join them, Mary said, "We don't have much time. I'm sorry I can't stay the night like we'd planned. God knows I want to, but it's impossible now."
"What's wrong?" Alta asked, sitting down close to Mary and thrilling as Mary reached over and hotly stroked the inside of her bare thigh.
"My husband was supposed to be in El Paso this weekend. He came down with the flu and had to stay home. I had to lie to him to get away from Nogales. I don't like to lie, but now I'm glad I did. God, Alta, you're so pretty!"
"I can return your compliment with a clear conscience, Mary. I'm glad you could make it. You're a little doll."
"Mmm," Mary sighed, then took Alta's face in her hands and kissed her full on the lips.
Without hesitation, Alta opened her mouth and took in Mary's insistently probing tongue. The soft female lips and small darting pink tongue sent shivers up and down her spine. Heaving a sigh, she sucked on Mary's tongue and licked at it as she reached timidly into her lap and felt the warm skin above her nylons.
"Sweet," Mary murmured, looking soulfully into Alta's eyes as the kiss ended. "God, that was sweet! Damn, how I've been hungering for you. I'd like to spend the whole weekend with you," she said dreamily, then blinked her eyes and added, "But I can't, damn it! I've got to be back home before my husband gets worried."
"What did you tell him? " Lloyd asked.
"That I had to come up here to Tucson and see a girl friend whose marriage is on the skids."
"He didn't object to that?"
"No. It's something I do for him all the time. He's a minister, you see, and I help him with marriage counseling. I've a degree in psychology."
"You look familiar," Alta said. "I get the feeling I've seen you before."
"That could very well be," Mary said, smiling at her and patting her thigh. "My husband pastored a church here before we transferred to Nogales. We lived in Tucson for almost two years."
"Would you mind a personal question?" Lloyd asked.
"Not at all. We are friends, aren't we? What we say and do remains our secret?"
"Of course," Lloyd replied. "Your ad said something about discretion, and we want that too."
"Good. You can see why I have to be so careful."
"I certainly do, Mary. But what I'm wondering is--"
"Lloyd," Mary said, smiling as she broke in. "You needn't ask. I know what you're wondering. You want to know how I reconcile being a minister's wife and swinging on the sneak, don't you?"
He nodded. "Why don't you just say that you're single and let it go at that?"
"I don't like to lie. It goes against my grain. But to answer your question. I don't even try to reconcile the two. At least ninety percent of the time I'm the perfect minister's wife. It's been six months since I swung last Occasionally I just have to have it. Can you understand that? I don't think it's wrong; but I know my husband would never go for it, so I've never mentioned it to him. Now can we go to bed? Time is running out and I dearly want you both before I go home for another six months of living in my gold fish bowl."