Chapter 2
Deep creases etched Bud Costain's forehead as he stared down at the company memo. This was his eleventh year with Hooper Metals and he knew how to read between the lines of memos from the home office. Bud did not particularly care for what he read in this memo.
When old man Hooper became chairman of the board and promoted Henry Silver to president, the organization of the company went through a series of dramatic changes. In the past six months alone three of the division offices had been restructured and key men had been shifted around.
According to -the memo Bud held in his hand, there would be even more restructuring in the near future. Bud knew that he would be part of the restructuring. He was, in fact, due to be promoted to division manager —a comfortable, eighteen-thousand a year position, which meant an increase in Bud's annual income of some three thousand.
That much was gratifying to Bud. Outside of a two-year hitch in the Army after he graduated from college, Hoover Metals had been Bud's only employer. A promotion, he reminded himself, is what most guys bust their ass for.
The problem with Bud's pending promotion was that he was going to be transferred. And this memo hinted where—Kansas City! The memo had compared the operation of the Kansas City division with Bud's Phoenix district performance and anybody who knew how Henry Silver operated would know that within a few weeks this memo would be followed by another naming Bud manager of the Kansas City division.
Two years ago, Bud would have welcomed the change—even been excited about it. But since he and Wendy had become swingers life in Phoenix had taken an exciting turn. He would be the first to admit that he and Wendy had become almost obsessed with swinging. How will Wendy react to a pending transfer? Bud asked himself as he put the memo in his file and gazed out the window overlooking Camelback Mountain in the distance. The most difficult part will be losing Mike and Connie Merril, their closest friends and favorite swingers.
The ring of the telephone on his desk interrupted Bud's thoughts and with a deep, resigned sigh he walked over and picked the instrument up to begin his day's work.
It turned into a long, busy day and five o'clock rolled around before Bud realized it. Driving home to their tract house just off Indian School road, Bud had to use the air conditioner. The incredible summer heat was behind them now, but the late afternoons were still uncomfortably warm. Once the sun set the night air would become crisp. Bud wondered if there was time for a dip in the pool at the tract recreation center. If you weren't out of the water by the time the sun was down it could be damned chilly.
"Hi, Dad!"
Bud braced himself as his fourteen-year-old daughter, Patty, threw herself against him and kissed his cheek in her traditional enthusiastic greeting.
"Hi," he said, very conscious of Patty's young, budding body pressed against him. A stirring in his balls made him feel guilty. Over the past six months or so Bud had become increasingly aware of his pretty daughter's ripe femininity. It began when some time ago she proudly announced that she had joined the braless movement. Her tits were ripe and full, standing proudly on her chest and pointing straight out with sharp nipples that seemed to be ready to burst through her sweaters.
In anybody's book, Patty had suddenly blossomed into a very desirable female. Her long, dark brown hair framed her slightly heart-shaped face to accentuate her natural beauty. Her waist was so tiny he could encompass it with both hands, but her hips were full and flared out to accentuate her cute little ass.
Patty's most exciting feature, from Bud's view, were her long, sculptured legs. She had what he called "showgirl legs."
"Going for a swim?" Patty asked as she hugged her handsome father.
"Might. Where's Mom?"
"At the pool with the Merrils," Patty said. "Mom said that if you agreed, Jimmy and I can go to the movie tonight. Can we?"
"Sure, if you can afford it," Bud laughed.
"I saved my allowance," Patty said quickly.
"How about Jimmy?" Bud asked, knowing very well that his twelve-year-old son hoarded money like a miser.
"Old moneybags?" Patty laughed. "He's loaded, as usual. As tight as he is, I'll bet he won't even buy me any popcorn," she added with her most seductive pout.
"Here, buy a couple of bags," Bud said, handing his pretty daughter a dollar bill. "What time will you be home?"
"It lets out at nine-thirty and we'll come straight home," Patty assured him.
Bud smiled as he watched her dash out of the house to find her brother. Then he went quickly to the bedroom and changed into his swim suit. There was at least an hour of sun left and he wanted a relaxing dip before dinner.
Bud waved at several neighbors when he arrived at the pool at the recreation center. He saw Wendy and the Merrils sitting near the far end of the pool and waved as he took a running dive into the clear blue water.
"Wow, that feels good!" he said as he swam up to where his wife and their best friends were sitting.
"Hard day?" Wendy asked.
"Busy."
"Maybe you should check your deodorant," Connie said with a laugh. "Just look at how you cleared the people out of here!"
Bud glanced back to see the several couples he had waved to when he arrived. They were all leaving. It wasn't unusual. The pool was usually vacant by the time the sun went down at this time of the year.
The three of them laughed at Connie's jibe. Wendy poured Bud a tall screwdriver from a pitcher she had brought to the pool and Bud took a lusty swallow before setting the plastic glass on the edge of the pool and swimming out to float lazily in the center for a few moments.
Wendy threw him a towel when he climbed out and Bud dried off quickly to join them in another screwdriver.
"The Landons have invited us all to a party Saturday," Wendy remarked after glancing around to be sure that they were alone by the pool. "Only we can't be observers this time."
"Honestly, Wendy," Connie said, "I really enjoyed it."
"You screamed your head off when Sylvia shoved that big vibrator up your cunt last night," Mike reminded her.
"Well, sure!" Connie said. "It hurt. I guess maybe I'm some kind of a deviate, but even the pain was thrilling. It's hard to explain, but the pain turned me on."
"How'd you feel when Howard shot his load in your face?" Wendy asked with a tiny shudder.
"Yeah," Bud added, "tell us what it was like being tied to the bed like that."
"It's sort of scary at first," Connie said. "I felt so completely helpless! I almost panicked for a while there, but then I told myself that it wouldn't do any good to panic. I was helpless and they could do anything they wanted to me. From the minute I accepted that on, it was really exciting. I don't think I can really explain it. You really have to experience it to know what it's like." "Try," Wendy urged.
"Gee, I don't know what to say," Connie laughed.
"Last night you said that part of it was not having anything expected of you," Mike reminded his wife.
"That's right!" Connie agreed. "I don't know exactly how to explain this, but in sex you always feel that your partners expect you to do something. Last night nobody expected anything from me. I had to obey their commands, but they did everything to me. I think that added to it."
"You mean that you didn't mind Howard coming in your face?" Wendy asked.
"Look, we've always been completely honest and I'm not going to lie to you," Connie said seriously. "I can't explain it, but when he started shooting his come in my face I had an orgasm! Maybe I'm some kind of a nut, I don't know. You should try it, Wendy. It's really far out!"
"Gee, I don't know," Wendy said, her voice heavy ladened with doubt.
"What did you think of it, Mike?" Bud asked.
"I thought it was a wild scene," Mike laughed. "Banging Connie while she was tied to the bed was something else!"
"What the hell, why was it any different than banging her normally?" Bud asked with a chuckle. "After all, you two have been screwing for years."
"I can't explain it," Mike replied, draining his glass and holding it out for Wendy to fill from the pitcher. "It was just different, that's all."
"It was different for me, too!" Connie added. "Much more exciting."
"You know that you love to have two cocks at the same time, Connie," Wendy remarked with a laugh. "That's why it was so exciting for you. You had Howard's huge prick in your mouth while Mike was on top of you."
"Oh, sure, that's part of it," Connie readily agreed. "And wasn't that prick of his something? My God, I've never seen one like that!"
"Careful, you're going to make us jealous and insecure," Mike laughed.
"I agree," Wendy remarked, "That was one of the biggest cocks I've ever seen! And listen, the way you guys talk about girls' tits you shouldn't mind us admiring a man with one fantastic prick. Just thinking about it turns me on."
"Me too!" Connie laughed.
"Say, our kids went to the movie," Bud said. "Why don't we go over to our house and ball?"
"I wish we could!" Connie said.
"My uncle is in town," Mike explained, "and we're having dinner with him at seven. Hell, we should be changing right now," he said as he looked at his watch.
"Why don't you come with us to the party on Saturday?" Connie remarked.
"Who's going to be there?" Bud asked.
"Just the Landons and us," Connie replied. "They've invited you. Sylvia called Wendy today."
"And you're going?" Bud asked.
"Sure!" Connie replied as she began gathering up her towels, cigarettes and keys.
"I just don't know," Wendy sighed.
"Don't be silly, Wendy," Connie said. "You'll enjoy it. Bud wants to go, don't you, Bud?"
"Sure," Bud responded.
"Are you certain?" Wendy asked. "Sylvia told me on the phone that this time we're going to tie up a man or two."
"That should be interesting," Mike laughed.
"You wouldn't mind that?" Wendy asked her husband.
"Hell, no! I wouldn't mind being raped a couple of times by good looking women," Bud laughed. "Same thought crossed my mind," Mike added with a smile. "Come on, Connie, we have to change and pick up my uncle at the Westward Ho."
"How about it, Wendy?" Connie said. "There's nothing to be afraid of."
"Well, if you're all going ..." Wendy reluctantly relented.
"Great!" Connie cried. "Call Sylvia back and tell her so she won't invite somebody else."
"Connie! Will you come on!" Mike said irritably.
"I'm coming, darling, I'm coming! I'll talk to you tomorrow, Wendy," she added as she left.
The night air became chilly as the Costains walked back to their house. The minute they were inside the house Wendy threw her arms around Bud's neck and within seconds they were naked on the living room rug making love.
After a long, hot shower and a leisurely dinner with half a bottle of California rose wine, Bud told Wendy that he strongly suspected that they would be transferred to Kansas City. At first Wendy took the news hard. Then she shrugged her shoulders and smiled.
"After all, darling, it's your career. You've been with Hoover Metals too long to quit now. So if they transfer us, we'll have to go."
"Between us, Wendy, I don't want to go," Bud sighed.
"Well, neither do I!" Wendy replied. "It will be hell on the kids making new friends and all, but families go through this all of the time. I'm sure we'll make new friends in Kansas City. You know what I'll miss most?"
"Connie and Mike?"
"They're the best friends we've ever had."
"And great swingers," Bud chuckled. "God, I hope there are plenty of swinging couples in Kansas City!"
"Sure there are!" Wendy cried. "Remember that Midwest section of the club bulletin? It was loaded with couples. Where did we put that last bulletin?"
"Up in the closet where the kids couldn't find it," Bud replied. "By the way, do you think we should prepare the kids for the move?"
"I wouldn't," Wendy replied. "Not until there's something definite anyway. We might hint that we're thinking about moving somewhere in the indefinite future. Are we going to tell Mike and Connie?"
"I suppose we'll have to," Bud sighed. "It's too bad we can't talk them into moving back east with us."
"You could talk Connie into it easily," Wendy said. "She hates the heat here in the summer."
"But Mike is too involved with that company of his. They owe him too much in back commissions for him to leave them," Bud remarked.
"I'll bet he never collects," Wendy remarked. "That Mr. Rather is a bible-toting crook!"
Bud laughed at his wife's instant distrust of anyone who constantly quoted the bible and made a big show of being religious. When he first married Wendy he thought that her prejudice was eccentric but cute. Over the years, however, he learned that her observations were direct hits more often than not.
"Darling?" Wendy said softly. "What?"
"Let's hope that you're wrong." "About what?" he asked. "Being transferred," she said. "I really don't want to move away from here."