Chapter 8
More than two weeks later, on a Wednesday evening when Alta and Lloyd were half-interestedly watching TV and yawning at each other, the telephone rang and startled them both. Alta jumped up and started for it automatically.
"Who the hell could be calling at this hour?" asked Lloyd, reaching for a cigarette as Alta picked up the phone and said hello. He watched her face brighten as the voice on the other end began talking. "Who is it, honey?"
Clapping her hand over the phone, Alta grinned at him and said, "Vera and Bill."
"Who?"
"The Osmonds. They're both on the line. Go pick up the phone in the bedroom. They want to talk to us both. Something about us coming to a party they're planning."
It was all the motivation Lloyd needed to jerk him out of his lethargic mood. He got up and went quickly back to get on the bedroom extension. He picked up the phone, saying "Hello you public masturbaters" as he sat down on the edge of the bed.
Bill and Vera both laughed heartily, then Vera said, "You've got a lot of room to talk, buster. You made quite spectacle of yourself while we all watched that night, too Have you had any electric rods up your ass lately?"
"Christ!" Lloyd muttered, "I don't think I could liv through it again. Mv insides were sore for days after!"
"Mine weren't," Alta announced proudly. "Lloyd' muscles were all out of tone. I've got him doing exercises now to whip him into swinging shape. What have you two been up to, anyhow?"
"Rest and recuperation," Bill chuckled. "That's all."
"Yeah, grandad can't take it like he used to," Vera chided good-naturedly. "I think he's up to a blowout this Saturday night, though. That's why we called. We're getting one set up. Could you guys come?"
"How big a party?"
"We're not sure yet. You'll be the sixth couple if you can make it,"' Bill said.
"I think we can make it, can't we, Alta?" Lloyd asked.
"Sure we can. After what I've heard about your parties, we wouldn't want to miss it," Alta said, then asked, "Will Bonnie and Craig be there?"
Vera chuckled. "Which one do you want, honey?"
"Both of them," Alta readily admitted. "They're both simply delicious. Cod, I like them, don't you, Vera?"
"I don't have much choice," Vera said lightly. "Bonnie is my baby sister."
"I didn't know that!" said both Alta and Lloyd together, to which all four laughed. Then, from Alta, timidly, "Do you and Bonnie ever... well, make il together, Vera?"
"Christ yes, from years back. We used to sleep together before I got married. She's got a delicious little pussy hasn't she?"
Again both Lloyd and Alia spoke as one, agreeing on the tastiness of Bonnie's cunt.
"Craig and Bonnie won't be here," Bill said. "It won't be a big party, either. We're going to limit it to about ten couples, because of the added special feature we've dreamed up."
"Is it something really wild?" asked Alta, her voice edged with anticipation. "I've heard you throw some real whing dings."
"This is one of Bill's nutty idea," said Vera. "I'll let him tell you about it."
"Hum," Bill said, "how should I start? Well, first off, are either one of you prejudiced racially?"
"I don't think so," said Alta. "I'm not, are you, Lloyd?"
"Not when it comes to normal social intercourse, but I don't know about sexual intercourse with a Negress. Black skin never did appeal much to me. Why? Is a colored couple going to be at the party?"
Bill chuckled softly. "You don't have to worry about making it with a colored gal, Lloyd. None will be there. How about you, Alta? Would you like to try it with a swinging spade?"
"Bill!" Vera scolded. "Don't be so damned vulgar. You're supposed to be trying to get them to come to our party, not scare them off. Alta, forgive Mr. Crude."
"He's forgiven, but what the hell is he talking about?"
"I don't need Vera to speak for me," Bill said, still chuckling over her scolding. "Let me ask you a question, Alta, then I'll know better how to tell you what we've got planned."
"Okay."
"Have you ever made love with a Negro, honey?"
"No," Alta said simply. "Before we started swinging, Lloyd was the only one. Why do you ask?"
Bill ignored her, turning his next question to Lloyd. "Do you mind if I get a Negro to screw your wife, old man. Before you say no, let me tell you how it affected me the first time Vera got her cunt stuffed full of black cock. It was the most exciting thing I ever saw. Christ, I still conjure up the mental picture of it when I'm riding a dead ass. It's something every man ought to witness once in his life, watching his wife open up for a black. How would you like to watch a big black ass humping up and down over Alta?"
For a moment the four-way phone conversation fell silent. All that could be heard was breathing, fairly harsh breathing. Alta, thinking it was Bill breathing excitedly, had to stifle a giggle. How ludicrous his whole idea was! The very idea of him suggesting that Lloyd might enjoy giving her to a Negro and watching the black-white union take place; it was almost obscene even to think of it. Still, in her experimental frame of mind brought on by her few swinging activities, Alta did wonder how she would react to such an erotic situation. "Lloyd?"Bill asked.
"Christ, Bill, I don't know," Lloyd said. "I just don't know about that. Maybe you ought to ask Alta how she feels about it. I guess I wouldn't mind too much... if she wanted to. What do you think, Alta?"
Alta didn't know what to think, for she'd been sure her husband would veto Bill's suggestion. During the lag in conversation, she'd thought Lloyd was groping for a way to tell Bill no without hurting his feelings. But he hadn't said no. Instead, he'd pitched it into her lap, leaving her unsure as to his true feelings on the proposal.
"I don't know, Lloyd," Alta said, pitching it right back to him. "I am curious, but that's all. It's up to you, honey. Ill do it if you want me to."
"How about it, Lloyd?" Bill asked, a tone of victory already in his voice.
"Jesus," Alta heard her husband mutter, his breathing making it difficult for him to speak. The excited breathing hadn't been from Bill but Lloyd! He did want to see her screwing a black! A weakness came into her knees. The phone trembled against her ear. Then Lloyd was saying, "My wife with a Negro. That's a new thought for me! Is she the only girl you're planning this for? I mean, is it some kind of entertainment you want for the party? Would she be the only white girl screwing a Negro and would everyone else be watching? I don't think I'd go for it if that's what you have in mind, Bill."
"No, nothing like that," Bill assured. "It'll be a show, all right, but Alta won't be the only girl performing. I told you this is going to be a special party. It's built around this theme I dreamed up, see. I've always thought a black man and a white girl screwing is the most erotic thing in the world."
"It's the Southern male syndrome in action," Vera broke in. "Bill's from Alabama, you know."
"The Southern male syndrome?" Alta asked. "I've never heard of any such thing."
Vera explained. "That's what I call it. I don't know what the head shrinkers call it, or if they even recognize it. I've thought about it quite a bit, though, especially back when Bill was trying to get me hooked up with a black. It just didn't figure as far as I was concerned. I mean, he was from the South, so how in the hell could he possibly want to see me with a black? Me, his wife! You know how a Southern girl is disgraced forever if she so much as entertains an erotic thought about a black lover. Well, here Bill was coaxing me to let one screw me. I thought he didn't love me. But he kept on at me, insisting he did love me. Finally, confused as hell and wanting to get it done and out of his mind no matter what the consequences, I let him bring me a black man.
"And, Alta, honey, I have to admit something here. I enjoyed it tremendously. That myth about black men being so sexually powerful?... well, it's not all myth, let me tell you. I've never had better loving in any shape, form, or fashion. It was wild, and Bill was right there in the room with us, watching it all. It excited him so much he couldn't wait to jump on me as soon as the Negro pulled out.
"But I'm getting off the track. About the Southern male syndrome. You know how they talk down there, 'You wouldn't want your daughter to marry one,' and all the rest. Shit. It's all a snow job, I say. I mean, they talk about white women with black men quite a bit, a lot, and always in violent condemnation. Well, I'm with Shakespeare, or whoever said, 'Me thinks thou doest protest too strongly,' or whatever the wording was."
"You think they secretly want white girls to make it with black men, is that what you mean?" Alta asked.
"Exactly! The bigger and blacker the man and the whiter and prettier the girl, the more they thrill to it! You heard what Bill said, about watching me that first time being the most exciting thing he ever saw. My Bill may be a little rough around the edges, but he's honest."
"My wife, the analyst," Bill said fondly. "But who gives a good crap why something is enjoyable? If it is, do it; and if it isn't, avoid it, I say. Now, back to what I was trying to tell you guys, my party theme. What I want to do is get all couples whose wives have never made it with a black but are willing, my own wife excepted, of course."
"I don't count since I've been that route," Vera said. "But I'm willing. In fact, I can hardly wait till Saturday night!"
Bill laughed. "Here's the way I've planned it. I can get the airmen from the base. It'll be to them like being invited to a local home on Thanksgiving or Christmas. Ill set the time for them to show up. None of the guests will know when they're coming. Well start the party with drinking and dancing and games, just like any good swap orgy. Everyone will be wondering when the black boys will arrive, sort of anticipating it. I think it'll put an edge to the party and make the whole evening more interesting and exciting for all concerned. When they do arrive, in the same number as the men present, each husband will turn his wife over to one of them. The living room will have seating around the walls, with the center already cleared because of the dancing. The husbands, including myself, will take a seat then, stepping out of the action for the time being. We'll watch the girls get their first taste of black cock, all of them right there on the living room carpet. It ought to be one helluva'n orgy! Now, how about it, Mr. and Mrs. Tyner? Can we count you in?"