Chapter 7
Caroline lay in her bed, reliving the scene of earlier that day, almost tasting again the fellatio she had performed upon Rich, and the cunnilingus which had been done to her. She felt no remorse; no self-loathing, no disgust, no humiliation. It was as if the events had purged her mind of all such emotions, and now she was totally and irrevocably a woman of the flesh.
What had happened the past few days, starting first at the apartment of her employer and culminating in his treatment room, had transformed her into a new woman.
She was reborn!
There was no turning back, even if she wanted to. She had discovered the wonders of physical gratification for their own sake, and the future would be filled with the seeking of new and more exciting ways of fulfillment. Her world was cock now, and revolved around that great, pleasure-giving organ of man.
She had come home from work at the usual time, and was waiting impatiently for Gary to arrive from class, for she wanted to tell him of what she had done. He would probably be angry at first, but hadn't he had he wanted a wild and wanton woman? And now that she was fully emancipated, and she had to share the good news with him, tell him of her conversion.
Caroline rolled over and looked at her naked body in the dresser mirror. She smiled at her young and vibrant form, her cheeks apple-hued with brilliant vitality. She smoothed her hands over her skin, toying momentarily with her open pink cunt-lips. Oh, how could I have been so wrong for so long? There is nothing wrong or sinful in the fulfillment of my desires, in the joining of my body with other men besides Gary, the young wife thought. I really did enjoy Rich today, and want to continue to, and how can such bliss and ecstasy be considered evil or perverted? No, the perversion is in the denial of such chemistry ... and it infests the minds of all those narrow people who are sour with their own inhibitions. It is not I, certainly....
Her reverie was broken by Gary, who appeared at the doorway of their bedroom, a little taken aback by his wife's strange behavior. It seemed to him that she had never looked so lovely, so wild ... and what was she doing? She was naked, stretched on the bed, her hands nestled in her crotch. If he didn't know better, he would swear that she was ... no, that couldn't be!
"Hi, honey!" he greeted her, passing over his first mental questioning.
Caroline smiled lazily up at him but did not remove her fingers. "Hello, sweetheart," she murmured. "Come sit down beside me. I've things to tell you."
His eyes were round with incomprehension as he fought to understand her odd attitude, but he did as she bid, and sat next to her, trying to keep his mind off the scintillating flesh displayed before him. "What is it, darling?" he asked.
"Honey, you enjoyed doing it with Samantha, didn't you?"
"You know I did."
"And we both know it wasn't out of love, don't we! I mean, you love me, and not her, and it was purely a matter of physical attraction, right?"
"Of course I love you, Caroline!"
"Well, today I had a physical thing happen. With Rich."
Gary's eyes grew wide as the dawning of realization flooded his mind. "You mean ... ? Caroline, you ... ?"
"Yes. And more than that, I sucked his cock, and he sucked me, and we both came, right there in his office." She looked directly at her husband, smiling. "And do you know what? I enjoyed it. I never knew that it could be so good!"
He stared at her, open-mouthed.
"Gary," she said, "Please understand...."
"You sixty-nined Rich Sutherland? You let him kiss your cunt and all the time you had his cock in your mouth! You've never let me do that, you little bitch!"
"Gary, please! Don't you see? I've been wrong all this time, Gary. I should have allowed you to do all those things you wanted to do to me, but I didn't, and I'm sorry. But now it's different. I know what we both have been missing. I know how terribly a man and woman can be turned on physically, want to suck and fuck, and I want to from now on!"
"Now, huh?" Gary taunted. "Now, after you've let Rich do it first, is that it? Now your poor old husband can have a piece of the action."
"Isn't it better this way than if I had never awakened? Oh, baby, I'm sorry that you weren't the first; I truly am. But it happened this way, and I'm a better person for it, and what's important isn't who's first, but the fact that I am finally emancipated! I found myself in a position where I couldn't help myself today. That's all." She looked up at him, pleading with her tone and expression. "Gary, I took a great step forward today in becoming a woman-the woman you want me to be. Honey, I'm grateful to Rich for having done this to me, and you should be too."
Her husband moistened his lips, his chest heaving, his mind trying to assimilate her words. Finally, his taut muscles relaxed all at once.
"Qh, Caroline," he moaned, "Oh I don't know what to think, what to do...."
"We love each other, sweetheart, she said soothingly. "That's what counts. Anything which strengthens our relationship is for the good, and what I did today will make our physical life more fulfilling. You must realize that, Gary."
He returned to the bed, catching her in his arms, pressing her naked body to his as he searched her eyes. After a long time he said softly, "Are you happier like this?"
"You mean after swapping with the Sutherlands?" she asked bluntly.
"Yes."
"I think so," she replied. "I'm a new woman. No, I think that I am at last a woman. What I was before, well, that really wasn't much, was it? Female, true; but a woman? No. Are you sorry for what I have become?"
"No," he admitted, "I guess I'm not."
"Then?"
"Maybe you're right," he said. "I think the only way to find out if you are is to continue. You seem happier, more contented, and I only want to do what will please you."
"I'm glad you agree, Honey. You see, we have been invited over to the Sutherland's again tonight." She smiled provocatively at him. "I don't think we should go if you feel prudish."
"Well, I don't feel prudish at all. Of course we'll go."
"The four of us will have a good time together," Caroline said. She snuggled closer to her husband putting her arms around him and pulling him to her ripe, full-bosomed figure. Against his throat she whispered, "If we should ... fuck the Sutherlands tonight, remember that I love you. We'll be more in love than ever because when we make love afterwards. It will be better than either of us separately, because there will be love to go along with it!"
"No way, darling."
"I hope not, Caroline. For both our sakes, I hope not. I love you. I truly love you."
She hugged him tightly and kissed him fervently, and then she broke free, smiling radiantly at him. "I love you, too," she said. "Now, how about dinner?"
"What ... now?"
"Well, I'm hungry, and if we have a big night ahead of us, we'd better do it on a full stomach."
Gary managed to grin. "True," he said affably. "We sure don't want to do anything on an empty stomach."
The evening breeze was cool and crisp, but the fog had dissipated from a generously heated day-something not often to be found during the rainy season. Caroline sat next to Gary, glancing at him lovingly, and he in turn smiled warmly at her. Then she turned to peer through the windshield at the lights of the city below as the car drove up the hill to the company house. She felt nervous, but tantalizingly so; she was willing to participate in wife-swapping and that excited her. The emergence of her womanhood from the crust of false prudery which had for so long smothered her life with modesty was gone. Gone for good. She was no longer her mother's daughter but rather a woman of the world-full blooded, ripe, and alive!
She brushed a golden strand of hair from her face and thought of what was to happen. Wife-swapping; the word was horrid and disgusting, yet it rolled around in her mouth like a candy, and she savored its bitter-sweet flavor. Wife-swapping is what she was planning to engage in tonight, a project which would bring lip curls of contempt from so-called "decent" people. But she didn't care. Not any longer, she didn't. Tonight would once again bring that luscious penis of Rich Sutherland's to her, and he would master her again in his ways of love-making. Yes, she wanted Rich, she wanted to be swapped for him, she wanted him to fuck her. She groaned unconsciously and the lubricating fluids of her cunt began to seep from her vaginal opening, and she had to squirm around in her seat to avoid the tingling sensors of pleasure from overwhelming her on the spot.
She snuggled closer to her husband, and rubbed the palm of her hand over his thigh lightly. A moan of pleasure bubbled from his lips as he stared down at her polished nails and the path they traced over his pant-leg. Caroline edged farther along his inner thigh, and he spread his legs wider to allow her access. She smiled, a sudden surge of prurient desire rippling through her mind.
"Oh, God, Caroline," he groaned, "You drive me wild!" He involuntarily jerked the wheel of the car as she touched the rigid outline of his penis. "Oh, Jesus, I'm going to wreck this car!"
"Want me to stop?" she teased.
"No ... never!" he groaned, struggling to keep his mind on his driving.
"Don't worry, darling, I won't." Caroline fumbled with his zipper and lowered it, then slid her hand in and insinuated her fingers under the leg band of his shorts. His flesh was hot and his cock hungrily awaited her magic probe. It jumped convulsively when she stroked its bulbous head with her finger-tip. Caroline couldn't believe she was doing such a wanton act ... it was so unlike her previous self! To be feeling her husband's penis in the car! Only last week she would have been sick at the idea! Now she was reveling in the performance.
"Zip me up," Gary wheezed. "We're here." He pulled into the garage in the basement of the Douglas and Capps' Company house and she laughed as he made a bumbling attempt to close his pants before opening the car door.
Rich and Samantha were waiting when she and Gary rang the doorbell. There were the usual greetings and then Rich took a step forward and crushed Caroline in a passionate embrace. He kissed her open mouthed, his tongue and lips surging against her with abandon, and his hands sweeping up and down her body with possessive fascination. He released her as suddenly as he had taken her, and smiled warmly.
"Hello, my dear." He winked. "I'm glad to find that you're not wearing any panties or bra!"
Caroline blushed slightly. It was true, enough. The short dress she wore had been cut so as to offer her breasts support, even though hers needed none, and as extra anticipatory excitement, she had cast aside aspersions of modesty and wore no undies as well. Gary had raised an eyebrow, but had said nothing ... what was there for him to say?
"C'mon in, kids, and meet the others in our little circle." Samantha held the door wide as they stepped inside, then shut it behind them.
"There are others here?" Gary said with surprise.
"Of course!" Rich laughed heartily and placed a hand on Caroline's buttocks with a fond caress. "More the merrier, I always say."
Caroline stood perplexed for a moment. The idea that the wife-swapping with Rich was going to include more than just him and Samantha had never entered her mind. She wasn't sure she liked the idea ... after all she had promised Gary, and besides, she couldn't picture herself accepting just any man into her body. She wanted to know and respect the person first. That was important. Wasn't it?
She looked hesitantly at Gary, hoping for moral support from him. "I didn't know...." she started to say.
"It's all physical, isn't it? I mean, you love me, you said, and therefore the purely physical release could be had from any other man as well as Rich, right?" Gary smiled sardonically at her, and she knew full and well what was behind the question.
Caroline was caught between anger and embarrassment. She did love Gary, and what she had told him about the difference in her attitudes concerning being made love to by Rich and being made love to by him were honest-yet he was demanding that she prove it. That's what he was doing, she was sure of it. If she balked at accepting any of the different, still unseen lovers in the living room, then he would be able to say that she must love Rich, and her rationale was merely an excuse to soothe her husband's pride at the affair. It was absurd! And she resented the implications of his remarks. Yet at the same time, she could understand how he felt, especially after the bombshell she had landed on him an hour earlier....
She turned and matched his smile with one of her own. "Yes, I love you," she said softly. "And I didn't know about the others being here. But darn it, now that I'm here, I plan to enjoy myself. What about you?"
"Same here, sweetie!"
Rich led them into the familiar living room, and while he fixed them drinks, Samantha took them around and introduced them to the other couples.
Next to the fireplace was a tall, good-looking man in his early thirties, and a petite redhead with large, ripe breasts barely encased in a low-cut dress. Caroline recognized them from the office. "This is Dick Peterson, one of the other attorneys, and Pam Hudson. She is a very fast typist," Samantha smiled at her. "You must know Caroline Webster, and this is her husband, Gary."
Then she indicated two other people who Caroline recognized also from work, standing over by the stereo. The man, Samantha explained, was also an attorney and Pam's husband, Jack. He was in deep conversation with a pert woman in her early thirties who turned out to be Dick's wife, Jayne Peterson. She had recently completed law school, Samantha explained, and having passed the bar examination with flying colors, was the newest attorney at Douglas and Capps.
The amenities over, Samantha returned to her husband, leaving Gary and Caroline with Pam and Dick.
The evening continued at a pleasant pace, and Caroline found that she was entertained and engrossed by all the people present. None of them were crude or outwardly obvious, and for awhile she wondered if her first appraisal of what was going to happen, would happen. Maybe it wasn't anything more than an office party she told herself, and these people aren't into all that ... they just work for Douglas and Capps as she did.
The liquor had gotten to her by nine o'clock, in spite of all the food she had eaten from the catered buffet, and she was sure that Gary was feeling his drinks as well. His face was flushed and he was laughing too loud and yet so were the others. Everybody was having a good time, and even though the sight of Rich Sutherland made her body tingle with an electric charge, they hadn't spoken much, and the most that had happened was their thighs touching while they danced earlier.
Then Sutherland went to the light switch and turned down the indirect lighting.