Chapter 4
Case of the Swap Orgiasts
"It sure is funny, isn't it, how some wives get themselves all worked up over little things that don't concern them? Take my wife Jacqueline, for example. For a long while after our marriage she would practically boil over with resentment and anger every time she heard or read about men and women shacking up. 'Common law marriages and trial marriages and all these so-called swinging communes are just an excuse for low morals and perversion!' she would yell at me. And when I failed to display the same amount of self-righteous indignation, she would get even hotter, accusing me of being indifferent toward the moral decay of our modern era.
"That's how our big arguments really began. Because as much as I loved Jackie, I just couldn't bring myself down to shirking my principle of live-and-let-live by sympathizing with her or humoring her. Usually she would catch me at the worse possible time of day, like when I arrived home from work all tired and tense, and then I'd blow my cool and fire back that she must have a jealous cunt or she wouldn't be so damned curious. Which never failed to send her running into the bedroom, bawling her pretty eyes out.
"Damn! If there's anything that can melt my temper and turn me into a meek, docile little lamb it's a woman's crying, especially the pitiful, helpless, little-baby kind that comes out of Jackie. Invariably when she'd go into that scene, I would soon follow her into the bedroom, apologize and soothe her hurt feelings by making love to her real tenderly in the way she liked best. I'd sprawl on the bed with her, hugging her tightly, kissing away her tears and whispering a lot of sweet nothings in her ear; then I'd slip off her clothes and lick my tongue all over her body, lingering on her firm, peach-size tits for some good nipple-sucking before moving down over her soft, smooth belly and delicious little navel button to her big, silky snatch.
"Like most other women, Jackie dearly loves to have her snatch gobbled up, especially as a prelude to fucking. But I remember that one time she surprised hell out of me by keeping her legs closed tight when I reached the target area with my tongue. 'Harold, I want you to know that I don't have a jealous cunt,' she explained haughtily. 'I could never let a man fuck me or go down on me unless I were married to him. I mean, really married to him-like you and I are married."
"'I know, darling ... I know,' was my reply. 'I was just spouting off, trying to get your goat, when I suggested that you might be jealous of the modern female swinger. I'm sorry and I promise not to say a nasty thing like that again."
"It worked like magic. As soon as I had the last word out, her legs sprang quickly open with the enthusiasm of powerful released springs, presenting me with the most beautiful five-course gourmet dinner you ever saw. Yeah, that's right, five, counting each of her cunt's succulent outer lips, inner lips and cute little pisser-button. And let me tell you, by this time I was really starved for it. Not hesitating one second, I thrust my drooling tongue into that glistening pink gash and began licking furiously all up and down its entire length, generating more and more of her delicious passion juice to lap up before jerking my clothes off, moving my face up even with hers and sliding my eight inches of hard, throbbing cock into her slippery, eager cunthole.
"After the luscious cunt banquet and hot fucking Jackie gave me that evening, I sort of took stock of the jealousy thing I had accused her of and concluded that I had been grossly in error. True, she had shown an inordinate curiosity and revulsion over the so-called sexual promiscuity of modern generations, as though defending the relative lack of sexual variety in her own life, but I had to admit that she was truly a girl of rigid scruples and lofty ideals. Being the daughter of that straitlaced old Esekiah, deacon of the town's largest congregation, she could hardly be otherwise. To question her sincerity meant questioning the whole pattern of her childhood training.
"Still, I wasn't exactly happy about it. Proud of Jackie, yes, but not bubbling over with joy. I'll tell you why: Because I myself had a secret yen for more variety in my own sex life and for samples of strange pussy. I also hoped someday soon to involve Jackie and me in one of the town swap clubs I'd heard about. In other words, I wanted to sow a few wild oats but not unless the two of us could do it together. Doing it on my own would've meant cheating on Jackie and I loved her much too much for that.
"Things went along pretty smoothly after that, with Jackie continuing to voice her disgust over the moral permissiveness of our times and me responding with tongue-in-cheek agreeableness. And then, about six months later, out of the clear blue, she started hounding me to get a camper for our next vacation trip instead of sleeping in resort motels. That got us to arguing all over again because I figured in my practical mind that over the long haul, what with camper depreciation and all, we'd save money staying in the motels and have a heap more comfort.
"Well, like I said, the one thing I can't cope with is Jackie's tears when she feels that I'm being mean and intemperate. I had no choice but to dry her tears with some tender words of love, followed by some hot cunt-licking and fucking. Then to show my gratitude for both the good sex and her forgiveness, I felt that I had no choice but to go out and buy a goddamned camper.
"Actually, I managed to get a real good buy on a deluxe repossessed rig that hadn't been used by the previous owners, so I was quite proud when I brought it home and showed it to Jackie. Considering the weekend excursions that we could use it for, not to mention my fall hunting trips, I figured that it would turn out to be a wise investment. And, of course, Jackie was overjoyed, so much so that she insisted on our sleeping in it the very first night we had it.
"Did I say sleeping? That's what she said. Truth is, the beautifully intimate interior of the camper got Jackie so horny that we didn't sleep a damned wink. 'Oh, Harold,' she exclaimed when she first tested the big fold-out bed, sprawling herself on it with such sensuous abandon that I could see her flimsy white panties creased deeply into the slit of her pussy, 'this bed is just divine! Golly, it's so big, I'll bet ... I'll bet it's roomy enough for having sex in every position there is-sideways, crossways and every whichaway."
"With the beautiful plump contour of her cunt staring me in the face, what could I say to that? Proud cocksman that I am, I answered: 'Sure, angel, I'm with you all the way. So c'mon, let's get stripped for action."
"Well, hell, we couldn't strip right away, of course, because we're both sticklers on hygiene and needed to hop back into the house, her for a quick rose water douche-something I taught her because I like rose-scented cunts-and both of us for a quick shower. The shower we took together and that was a mistake because we got so hot, me sudsing her peachy, big-nippled tits and she sudsing my cock and balls, that we damned near elected to get our fucking in right there under the hot shower spray, which is a beautiful way, let me tell you.
"But somehow Jackie and I got ourselves back out to the camper real quick, locked the door and proceeded to treat ourselves to every form of sex that was in our repertoire-plus a couple of new way-out forms that weren't. I couldn't understand it, Jackie being so passionate and uninhibited, willing to try everything, but I went for it anyway, mainly because her being so boiling hot had the effect of making me boiling hot, in the mood for some extra wild experimenting.
"'All right, my hot little cunt-girl,' I said as I pulled off both our robes, took hold of her tits and eased her down on the camper bed, 'you and I are going to initiate this king-size mattress with the biggest orgy in the history of sex ... and if you don't agree to that I'm going to divorce you tomorrow. Now what do you say to that?' As I spoke, I raised my ass up so she could see how big and hard my cock was. Then I brushed that hot, throbbing meat of mine over her belly and sucked one of her tits into my mouth, noticing how swollen and hard the nipple was.
"'Oh, daddy, I agree ... I agree ... I AGREE!' she answered as she pulled my head down tight on her tit and began to grind her hips around in a lustful, fucking motion. 'I want us to do everything ... EVERYTHING!'
"Ah, at last, I thought. At last I'll get Jackie to suck up and drink the come from my balls ... and get her to take my cock in her asshole. I'd been afraid to try these things with her before because of her straitlaced scruples, but now she was giving me the green light to do everything. It was like a brand-new lease on life! My love for Jackie suddenly was multiplying a thousand times over!
"'Yes, my own precious cunt-girl,' I mumbled as I switched my sucking mouth from one tit to the other, 'we'll do everything. We'll play sixty-nine, sucking all the come out of each other's organs; then I'll fuck you dog fashion, like you are a beautiful bitch collie in heat and I am a cunt-starved Great Dane; and next I'll smear some vaseline in your sweet little asshole and fuck you there, while at the same time I reach under and jack off your hot little clit."
"It was a shot in the dark, outlining the things I wanted to do with Jackie, and I fully expected her to raise at least one or two objections. But she didn't. Instead she just shoved her cunt up harder against my thighs and moaned: 'I'd like a good stiff drink of booze, Harold. Please, give me a big drink of the wine you brought with you, then it won't matter to me what you do."
"I had brought a few things out to the trailer with me, including a quart of sherry wine and a box of marshmallows, but I didn't think she noticed. 'Sure, doll baby' I replied, bouncing up to pour a big glassful of the wine for Jackie and helping myself to a hefty swig direct from the bottle. 'It will feel better with some good, bubbly wine in our bellies."
"She gulped down the wine quickly like it was a thimbleful of water, then she spread-eagled herself on her back, raising her knees high and wide, groaning: 'All right, you fucking stud husband of mine, here it is, all the cunt you could ever want. Come and get it while it's hot. And don't forget your promise to me. You promised to do a lot of sexy-wild things to me and I'm going to hold you to it."
"Damn! Was this lustful, oversexed wench my own sweet little wife Jackie? I couldn't believe it. She'd never talked this way before I got the camper. How in the hell could a camper get her so turned on sexually? All these things were turning over in my mind as I rejoined her on the bed; though not for long, as the erotic sight of her open, beckoning cunt soon had my mind filled with but one urgent objective: Sex, sex and more sex; all out sex; sixty-nine sex; dog-fashion sex; anal sex; every kind of sex that was possible between male and female.
"And so I wasted no time getting started. I fingered the excited, juicy little protuberances in her open gash for just a couple of seconds, softly exclaiming how deliciously beautiful they were; then I started sweeping my hot, drooling tongue over them, mingling my saliva with her great pool of cunt juice, then lapping up the heavenly elixir in preparation for a long period of serious feasting.
"What do I mean by serious feasting? Man, I mean sucking the clit and pisser and little inner lips into my mouth, then gently munching on them, twirling my tongue around them and raking my teeth softly over them; after which I suck the whole cunthole opening into my mouth, at the same time probing the tip of my tongue directly into the hole itself to savor the fresh flow of passion juice bubbling up from the depths of her womanhood.
"That's what I call serious feasting and that's all it takes to drive Jackie completely out of her mind. 'Oh, daddy, eat my cunt ... eat, eat, EAT!' she gasped as my mouth and tongue gradually increased their pressure and tempo, concentrating more and more on her hardening, growing, dancing clit, my nostrils deeply inhaling the fragrance of roses. 'Your hot, lapping tongue in my cunt feels so good ... soooooo gooooood."
"Then as she started humping her ass and flailing her legs, signaling that her cunt was building to a giant orgasm, I remembered the marshmallows. It was kind of a dirty trick, I realized, but I extracted my face from her boiling hot snatch anyway and reached my arm back to the little blue cardboard box on the shelf, coming away with a big fistful of the spongy white candy squares. I knew that she'd gladly forgive when she found out the purpose of my sudden, momentary stop.
"Of course, Jackie was appalled at first, lifting her head to see me stuffing marshmallows one at a time into her vagina. It was a brand new idea with me and one that I wanted to surprise her with, though actually the surprise was more on me. 'Harold, what in the world are you doing?' she exclaimed a little resentfully, her eyes as big as saucers, but not clamping her legs shut to halt me.
"'Relax, sweetie,' I answered as I coated the second marshmallow with her plentiful pussy juice and poked it in with my long forefinger. 'I'm just giving your cunthole a few hors d'oeuvres to whet its appetite for my big, hard cock. While you are coming from my tongue action in your hot gash, I'll suck these marshmallows out and that should make you feel like you're coming that much more. Then when you have recuperated a little from that wonderful thrill, I'll turn you over on your hands and knees and fuck you dog-fashion. We've never fucked dog-fashion before but, feeling like a bitch dog in heat, I know you'll love it."
"Well, you might say that it was the moment of truth where our sex life was concerned. And Jackie came through like a champion. 'All right, anything you say, Harold.' she muttered as she relaxed her head back down, closed her eyes, and raised her ass up to let the marshmallows go in easier. 'But, please, darling, don't take too long stuffing those things in me. My cunt is so hot ... soooooo hot! It's begging for your wonderful tongue-licking and sucking. It wants to come so badly ... so desperately."
"Actually it didn't take but a couple of minutes to get Jackie's hole completely stuffed with the sugary little pillows because she cooperated beautifully, getting hotter every second, and there was room in her for only eight of them. When I crammed the last one in, filling the beautiful, pulsating mouth of her fuckhole so that a big part of the marshmallow stared out at me, she cut loose with the wildest moaning and ass-grinding I'd ever witnessed from her.
"'Ooooooo-eeeeeeee! Oh, damn! Oh, shit! OH, FUCK!' she gasped, grabbing her tits in each hand, commencing to jack them off in a furious milking motion. 'It feels like ... like I have a dozen big cocks in me! It feels like I'm being fucked by the whole United States Army all at once! It feels like ... oh, Harold, please, PLEASE SUCK MY CUNT ... EAT MY CLIT ... MAKE ME COME! You've got me so hot ... SO FUCKING HOT!'
"Well, she sure as hell didn't have to ask me. Before she even started her desperate pleading my long scoop-shovel tongue was on its way, driving hard into her delicious, shimmering, fur-rimmed gash, pouring my saliva into it, racing madly back and forth over her clit, pisser, stuffed vagina opening and down-yeah, even down over her cute little puckered rectum. A half minute or so of this, at the same time gripping her soft white thighs to keep her ass-gyrations from dislodging my face from her cunt, and then I answered her most urgent prayer: I gathered the entire nub of her enlarged, throbbing clit into my mouth and commenced to suck and munch and twirl my tongue around it with all the gusto I could muster.
"Talk above fits of passion-that pretty little wife of mine had one then that must've set some kind of world record. 'EEEEEEE-IIIIIII!' she screamed as she started writhing and bucking all over the bed, flailing her legs wildly, clawing at my head and shoulders with her fingernails like an enraged tigress caught in a net. 'MY WHOLE INSIDES ARE ON FIRE! I'm exploding ... exploding ... EXPLODIIIIIING!'
"And, man, she did, too. I mean, she exploded like an atomic bomb explodes. Only instead of atoms mushrooming into the sky it was melted marshmallows spewing out into my eagerly waiting, wide-open mouth. It was like the bomb had gone off in a candy factory, so sweet was the eruption, but the fallout had an even more exquisite flavor than any candy because it was intermingled with the spicy ambrosia of Jackie's come.
"After that, I let Jackie take a little nap to get some of her strength back while I downed a couple of glasses of sherry and slowly jacked off. I just had to do something to ease the ache in my balls, but not something that would unleash my mounting accumulation of come which I was saving for one of the other phases of our camper orgy.
"The next phase, following a little more tongue treatment in Jackie's rose-scented, marshmallow-flavored cunt to bring her back to a high pitch of heat, was some good, hot fucking a la dog-fashion which she and I both dearly loved, though I didn't make it last long enough to give either of us an orgasm. Next, keeping the moaning, panting little doll on her hands and knees, I coated my rockhard dick with her fast-flowing cunt cream and eased it deep into her tight but willing asshole, loosening it up beautifully with a series of hot plunges while she helped by jacking off her clit. This succeeded in giving her another of her wild, screaming, bucking-bronco comes and brought me to a simultaneous climax that was so excruciating it damned near turned me inside out.
"I must've shot a whole quart of my jism into her guts! I'll tell you why: Because it had the effect on her of an enema. That's right. A couple of minutes later, soon after Jackie had collapsed from the exhaustion of her tremendous come, she jumped up from the bed all wide-eyed and exclaiming: 'Oh, Harold, I've gotta go number two real quick! I can't hold it back!' Then she literally flew to the camper's little enclosed toilet.
"Which was just as well because, man, I was bushed. I couldn't have continued on with phase three of my sex plan if my life depended on it-at least not for another hour or so. The sixty-nine with Jackie would just have to wait a spell, I told myself, and the two of us could use the time to get some sleep.
"But, d'ya know what? I hadn't counted on Jackie's awakened sexuality or the surfacing of her secret id-you know, that side of her personality she'd been hiding behind a veil of self-righteousness, fooling even me with it. No, she didn't come right out in the open with it when she emerged from the crapper but she certainly hinted strong enough to revive all of my old suspicions. Sprawling on the bed and embracing me real lovingly, she murmured: 'Oh, Harold, this is such a wonderful camper, isn't it? Especially this bed, it's so big and roomy, I'll bet we could fit another couple on it very comfortably. You'd like that, wouldn't you, darling, if we invited another couple with us sometime?'
"Of course, she trusted, after giving me all that wild, uninhibited sex and even letting me stuff her cunt with marshmallows, that I wouldn't be so mean as to pull that old I-told-you-so routine. And I didn't let her down. I just played it dumb, like I thought she was suggesting a strictly social, strictly platonic, outing with another couple.
"'Sure, baby, I'd like that,' I mumbled sleepily. 'It would be nice to have friends along once in a while when we go on little trips, especially since we have plenty of room here in our camper.' With that I relaxed and closed my eyes to sleep, too tired to give the matter any further thought."
Oddly enough there seems to be an upsurgence of a "back-to-nature" type of thing within the swinging movement. More and more we hear of swingers corresponding with each other and making arrangements to meet at a campsite. We don't know what this proves, other than perhaps that the whole world is becoming more mobile.
There are quite a few other trends that we see in the swinging scene. We only mention campers as a single modernistic outgrowth that assists people to gain the freedom of movement that so necessarily correlates with freedom of expression.
One of the other notable differences between the sexual practices of swingers and those of the average monogamous couple is the incidence of oral sexuality. There seems to be a very high ratio of fellatio and cunnilingus performed by these people and in these groups. For this reason we would like to make a few passing comments regarding oral sexuality, and since it becomes rather important in the narrative, we will devote our attentions here to the act of fellatio.
Madison Avenue ad men have long been taking the advice of psychologists concerning the way in which products should be represented. Packaging of products also has become a high science, with as much emphasis on representation as upon utility. More and more objects, from the undertone chiaroscuro of suggestivity in movie ads to the design of buildings and automobiles, serve to cater to the unconscious sexual responses of the buyer.
With the advent of a "new" awareness of sexuality (in the lesser sense), which may be said to have covered the last decade or so, it has become ever more important to sociologists to understand not only the symbolisms of sex, such as we have mentioned, but the ways in which these new symbols and ideas relate to the actual relationship between sexual partners.
Probably no single area of sexual practice has quite so drastically changed in modern America, both in physical practice and mental attitude, as that encompassing oralism. And by the term "modern America" we do not necessarily mean young America. Many members of the middle-aged group, ranging up to fifty, say, are affected by the new awarenesses, and they, for reasons too numerous to explore, seem willing to relent in some measure the puritanism which earlier dominated their lives.
The act of fellation, sucking of the penis, has probably been with us since Homo sapiens first walked the earth, but we can only validate its existence back a comparatively few thousand years in the art and artifact remnants unearthed from ancient cultures. However, the act may be assumed to date back into prerecorded history and primitive times, if only through current anthropological observation of extant primitive tribes, which generally indicate no abhorrence whatsoever to such acts.
Hence we may say with reasonable assurance that fellatio has been with us since the beginning of humanoid life, and will exist as long as mankind (or until humans supplant sex with some unguessed narcotic such as the "soma" in Huxley's Brave New World). Any curious person who wonders how the trends of mankind can be somehow intertwined with the cultures of the past and at the same time be dependent upon the moral outlooks of the present, must certainly see the inconsistency of our thinking. Fellatio is still currently considered an aberration, as are several other pleasure-giving sexual acts. It seems to make little difference that history should point to a different conclusion.
Historians cite an apparent "rule" which may help explain man's current attitude, although it seems farfetched. This is: there seems always to have been a correlation between society's outlook regarding oral-genital sexual acts and its economic situation. This is because man has always been a warring breed. Whenever in history men have been needed for the prosecution of a war or the defense of a region, taboos have sprung up against any but the "straight" genital sex act, for any other was regarded as a waste of manpower potential and thus self-defeating. The Arabs, for example, have always needed to keep their tribal warrior supply as high as possible-and even today oral-genital sexual acts are taboo to Arabs. On the other hand the Chinese have always had a high population, and they have always endorsed oral-genital sex acts. And so on and on, history being filled with such examples, ranging from the Greeks and the Biblical Israelites to the Eskimos.
Fellatio has been generally regarded as a technique employed principally by homosexuals and prostitutes. Yet there are many indications that marital heterosexual orality has always been fairly common, especially among those who marry at a later age. This is because those who marry quite young have had little if any sexual experience. Today, there are ample indications to believe that oral-genital sexual contacts (heterosexual) are on the marked increase. It is believed that heterosexual fellatio is more prevalent than heterosexual cunnilingus (licking of the vagina), but this disparity is also thought to be diminishing, what with the dissemination of medical knowledge which now clearly indicates that the vagina actually is a cleaner orifice than the mouth.
However, the idea that the genitals are "dirty" still seems to prevail widely despite disproving evidence. Medical experts agree that the mouth (buccal cavity) is much more difficult to clean than the vagina-and by comparison to both, the penis is almost immaculate. One physician has compared the incidence of halitosis among his female patients to be "something on the order of 100-to-l" more than the incidence of genital odors. With the advent of our "soap-oriented" society, open-mouthed osculation thus becomes a less clean method of contact than does cunnilingus, and a greatly less clean method than fellatio.
Returning to our text we will see that in some measure, at least, there will be a direct relationship between the acts as here described and the known history of the acts.
"But-sonovabitch!-again I found out how little I really knew Jackie. My easy acquiescence and the early prospect of a swinging sex party got her so excited again that she bounced gleefully off the bed, poured us two more glasses of sherry and said to me real sensually: 'Harold, darling, you've been so absolutely wonderful to me this evening and I've been so selfish, taking all and giving nothing. Now, after we drink this wine to warm up our blood, I'm going to give you some wild, wild loving for a change. I'm going to do something for you that I've never done before, mainly because I was too shy and afraid of guilt feelings. I'm going to make your penis real big and hard again, then I'm going to suck your testicles and penis into my mouth like you did my clit and give you a tremendously thrilling orgasm that way. Tell me, darling, you'd like that, wouldn't you?'
"Hells bells, would I like to drive the winning car at Indianapolis? Would I like to be an astronaut and rocket to the moon? Ever since we first met I'd been trying to get a really good blow job from Jackie, and now, at long last, I was getting an opportunity. I didn't care if I was done in to the point of collapse, I had to answer, 'Yes, you sexy little cunt, I would like that. Give me the sherry to drink, then come on with that hot mouth of yours and help yourself to all this good cock-and-ball meat I've got between my legs. I think you'll find it very delicious, especially when I fill your mouth with my creamy sweet ball honey."
Of course, I wasn't too sure that I'd be able to come again on such short notice, but at least I could try, and at least I could offer her the encouragement to do the best possible sucking job. Though apparently she didn't need a whole lot of encouragement, because, man, she drained her glass of sherry in one quick gulp after I issued my invitation and a hot second later had her face buried in my crotch, sweeping her tongue all over my balls while grasping my half-hard dick in one hand, furiously jacking it off to make it full-hard.
"I don't know why, but then, as my wife sucked one of my balls into her mouth, making my cock spring to attention like one of the guards of Buckingham Palace, I said the damndest thing. I said: 'Ah, yes, sweetie, that feels great ... real great. The other guys who join us with their wives will love the way you suck their balls and jack off their dicks."
"It was a test, I guess, to either confirm or repudiate the impression Jackie had given me of her reason for wanting other couples to share our bed. At any rate, it sure worked, because she instantly threw herself into the wildest, most voracious sucking action imaginable. Somehow she got both of my balls into her mouth, munching and sucking with such gusto that it sent excruciating pangs of ecstasy coursing all through my body, at the same time grabbing my cock and milking it with the fury of a maniac.
"Then suddenly, with a pitiful moan of agonized starvation, she gave up my balls and engulfed my hard, throbbing, prick in her drooling mouth, sucking it in and pumping it with such frenzied desperation that I feared for a moment that she was actually trying to devour it. But soon, as the entire area of my groin began to catch on fire, I didn't care anymore how cannibalistic she was. All I wanted was more, more, more.
"It could've been a few seconds later or it could've been hours, I don't know, but all at once I felt myself going completely out of my mind. The relentlessly mounting vacuum of Jackie's suction on the enflamed stem of my towering cock, the rampaging electricity of her tongue racing around the rim of my enormously swollen cockhead, the erotic torture of her hand squeezing tighter and tighter on my huge, sensitive balls--all this was driving me inexorably into such a fit of ecstatic madness that it was impossible for me to hold on to my outward reserve a second longer.
"'Oh, you fine ball-sucking bitch!' I gasped insanely, not really meaning to be obscene or disrespectful. 'You beautiful, cocksucking whore! You're pulling me inside out! You're killing me! You're sucking my come up clear from my toes! You're ... you're....Oooooo-eeeeee, SHIT, FUCK ... YOU'RE MAKING ME COME!!! Oh, sonovabitch, I'm coming ... I'M COMING ... I'M COOOMMMIIINNNGGG!!!'
"Holy Moses, what a come that was! It wasn't really much in terms of come-volume, only about a thimbleful on account of the big orgasm I'd had just an hour or so previously, but, man, it was truly gigantic in terms of thrill. In fact, I've never, before or since, experienced so much ecstatic thrill. Yet-are you ready for this?-I have lived to regret it. Oh, lordy, how I have lived to regret it. Believe me, I'd give a million dollars right now, if I had it, to undo that last little phase of our camper initiation.
"You see, I discovered on our vacation trip to the mountains a few weeks later that I had misinterpreted my wife-misinterpreted her sexually, I mean. When we pulled into the camp grounds among the beautiful big trees, we chanced to park right next to another young couple who had a rather small tent instead of a camper, and after we made friends with them sufficiently to invite them to share the greater comfort of our abode, Jackie went through some personality changes in her role of hostess that would've made even Sigmund Freud turn flip-flops in his grave.
"Jeff and Carol weren't in the least at fault because they really weren't swingers in the classical sense of the word; nor were they looking for an opportunity to sample a little of the swinging style of sex. They were just an ordinary young married couple, both very nice looking and brimming over with vitality, as friendly as could be, and obviously very mod. Jeff's blond hair was every bit as long as Carol's, reaching clear down to his shoulders. And Carol's blouse was every bit as open in front as Jeff's, exposing most all of her huge, cantaloupe tits between the nipples.
"They were a great help to us when we first arrived at the camp grounds, showing us where to get water and where to connect in for electricity, so naturally Jackie and I warmed up to them immediately, happy to find good, friendly neighbors close by with whom to socialize. The very first evening Jackie suggested to me that we should reciprocate for their help and cultivate their friendship by inviting them for a game of cards, which I agreed to, of course, since I was anxious to see more of Carol's gorgeous tits.
"Happily accepting our invitation, Jeff and Carol showed up after dinner and we all had a wonderful few hours of cards and wholesome conviviality, drinking nothing but coffee and conversing on nothing but the scenic wonders of the surrounding park, my job as an engineering draftsman, and his job as an illustrator for a big advertising agency. Throughout the very relaxed and informal get-acquainted process, however, I noticed Carol ogling me frequently and thrusting her tremendous bust out for my benefit, at the same time letting her unbuttoned blouse come a little further apart. And I also noticed Jeff glancing at Jackie occasionally with a glint of admiration in his eyes.
"Then, on the following afternoon, my beautiful, sweet little wife demonstrated the magninimity of her generosity: She beheld the comparative discomfort of Jeff and Carol's tent and graciously invited them to share our sleeping accommodations in the camper, insisting that it definitely would not be an imposition since there was more than ample room in our king-size bed. Jeff thought she was only joking at first, suggesting instead that we all sleep out in the woods where a dozen other couples could join us. But Jackie emphasized that she was completely serious.
"'No, really, we can all have so much fun together in the camper,' she explained. 'We can have card games until late and wonderful breakfasts together in the morning. We can even get mellow on the sherry wine that Harold and I brought with us and stay awake until the wee hours laughing up a storm."
"Next it was Carol's turn to get in the act. 'Hey, daddy, I think it would be kinda groovy moving in with Harold and Jackie,' she chimed in enthusiastically. 'D'ya know what? I'm game if you are."
"So now it was my turn. 'Well, anyway, it's worth a try,' I said, thinking how nice it would be to sneak a good feel of Carol's magnificent tits, and maybe even her naked cunt, while they slept with us. 'If it don't work out, there won't be anything lost."
"Three against one, but Jeff sure as hell didn't take long to cast the final unanimous vote. I caught him quickly surveying Jackie's beautiful legs and the firm, prominent curvature of her ass. I wasn't in the least surprised when he agreed to the try-out on the one condition that he and Carol would share the food and booze expense-which, of course, was plenty okay with me. If he was going to share my wife, damn it, he could share the tab.
"That evening Jeff and Carol had supper with us at one of the outdoor barbecue pits, after which the four of us hiked around through the woods until the quickening darkness sent us rushing back to camp. The only hanky-panky during the hike, if you could call it that, was the lascivious way Jeff kept his eyes on Jackie's ass and the big hard on I got from watching Carol's sensuous ass as the two girls walked just ahead of us.
"Back at the camp site, comfortably settled in our new abode of togetherness, we immediately broke out two fifths of sherry and proceeded to get better acquainted. Very lightly we kicked around several popular subjects, starting with politics and graduating to philosophy, polishing off one of the fifths in the process. Midst the joking, laughing, and half-serious banter, I decided to relax a little by peeling my shirt and shoes off. The others soon followed suit, except that the girls ducked into the toilet cubbyhole and came out with flimsy halters around their tits.
"Then Jackie, who was getting a little tipsy from the wine, moved the conversation onto the subject of sex-just as I figured she would sooner or later. Oh, sure, it sounded innocent enough, the way she worded it, but the rest of us picked up on the sly little message right away.
"'Well, it may be true that philosophy is the science of human behavior,' she said with a profound expression on her pretty face, "but I really don't think it explains much about marital compatibility. For example, I don't think it explains a thing about the lovemaking between a husband and wife."
"That, of course, was Carol's cue to say that lots of good practice was the key to sexual fulfillment; which was Jeff's cue to add that a big male penis and a nice set of female organs helps a whale of a lot; which was my cue to add that latent sexuality coupled with a liberal, adventurous spirit were also highly important, in my opinion, in order for a couple to achieve the ultimate fulfillment in their lovemaking.
"'Beautiful ... beautiful,' Carol applauded when I finished with my sneaky little ploy. 'And I can see that you mean it, fella, because otherwise you wouldn't be inviting Jeff and me to bed with you and Jackie."
"'Yeah, great,' Jeff put in, giving me a sly wink and then focusing his eyes lustfully on the crotch of Jackie's brief little play shorts, creased into the slit of her cunt. 'Them's our sentiments, too. After all, it would be a helluva dull life, wouldn't it, without a little adventure now and then with the right people?'
"Then, damn her beautiful, sexy hide, Carol figured it was high time we called a halt to the bullshiting and beating around the bush. She let her halter drop, exposing her giant tits in all their naked, cherry-tipped glory, drained the wine from her glass, then proposed that we all strip down and go to bed. Spellbound by the sight of her fantastic tits, I heartily agreed and stood up, letting my pants fall to the floor so that my swelling, growing dick was plainly outlined on the fly of my shorts. And Jeff evidenced his own enthusiasm in exactly the same manner as I, except for one little detail. He didn't have any shorts on.
"Holy jumpin' Jehoshaphat! Did that guy ever have a whang on him! Fully hard and sticking straight out, it must've measured all of nine inches, with a smooth, bulbous head every bit as big as a ripe satsuma plum. And balls! Man, I've got big balls, but Jeff's were like those of a bull. They were absolutely monstrous! Still they were not freakish looking, being in direct proportion to the monstrous size of his cock.
"And what about Jackie? Poor little thing, she just sat there as though frozen, silently staring at that huge cock, slowly, involuntarily letting her mouth fall open. Understanding and yet feeling sorry for her, I stepped over to her, removed her halter and said very affectionately, 'C'mon, sweetie pie, it's bedtime. We're all taking off our clothes to get in bed. Take your play shorts and panties off, then we'll all be ready."
"By now Carol had stripped down completely nude and disappeared into the tiny enclosed toilet and washroom. I hadn't actually taken my eyes off her, even while talking to Jackie, so I got a nifty close view of her extremely voluptuous young nakedness in motion, which was absolutely the most sensuous and erotic motion imaginable. Her great melon tits bounced just enough to tease the living shit out of me, stimulating so much saliva in my mouth that I damned near choked. And the swaying undulations of her full, dimpled ass as she turned toward the washroom ... oooooo-eeeeeee! Words could never describe it. Never. I can only say that a little more watching and I probably would've got my gun off.
"Of course, my dick was so hard by now that I felt like I had a third leg protruding out horizontally. But somehow I did manage to get my shorts down over it. As I did so, Jackie's hand reached out to me, took ahold of my rigid meat like it was a handle and pulled me to her side. She was also completely naked and I could see dewdrops glistening in her silky pussy hair, telling me that the sight of Jeff's big horse-cock had aroused her plenty.
"'Oh, Harold, I think I've had too much wine,' she whimpered softly. 'Really, I didn't mean for all four of us to sleep together in the nude. You're not ashamed of me, are you, darling, for bringing us all together like this?'
"Damn, Jackie really did have too much wine, I could see that. But then maybe she had drank just the right amount, I thought at the time, because she would be more uninhibited this way and that would give me a better excuse to let my hair all the way down with Carol. Anyway, I assured Jackie that I wasn't in the least ashamed of her and that seemed to revive her spirits. When Carol reappeared, she happily took her turn in the washroom, wavering along the way, with Jeff lewdly eyeing the swing of her ripe, full ass cheeks the same as I had eyed Carol's.
"And I wasn't aware of it, but Carol had wasted no time sighting in on my big hard on. 'Oh, look, daddy!' she exclaimed excitedly but softly. 'Harold's got an erection, too. It's not quite as big as yours, but, golly, isn't it beautiful?'
"'Yeah, sure, and I know how badly you want to suck on it,' Jeff answered with a grin, at the same time glancing at the washroom door impatiently. 'How about that, Harold? Could you go for a real good blow job? Take my word for it, Carol here is really expert."
"'Well, to be perfectly honest with you, Jeff,' I whispered so Jackie wouldn't hear, 'there's nothing I'd like better-unless it's some good, hot fucking."
"So then it was Carol's turn again. 'I can give you some good, hot fucking, too, Harold,' she whispered back, smiling proudly. 'Can't I, Jeff baby?' With that she moved seductively toward me, took ahold of my rigid cock and pushed her big, plump, hairy cunt up tight against the head, at the same time swaying her shoulders so that the hard strawberry nipples of her giant tits brushed back and forth on my bare chest.
"Oooo, shit, did that ever get me stirred up! 'I guess I should've warned you, buddy,' Jeff whispered, obviously getting a little more excited himself at the sight of his wife teasing another man with her naked cunt. 'Carol is the hottest little nympho bitch there is once she gets started in sex.
I sure hope that your wife knows how to take it slow and easy in bed."
"I was on the verge of grabbing Carol's magnificent ass in my hands and telling Jeff that Jackie would take good care of him providing he played it cool at first when Jackie emerged from the washroom, focused on Carol and me, and froze. 'Hey, what's going on in here?' she muttered scornfully. 'Harold, you louse, what in the hell do you think you're doing with Carol?'
"Which was Jeff's signal to speak up in defense of his wife and his own obvious acquiescence. And I must say, he did it masterfully, much better than I could have. Noting that Carol still held a half full wineglass in one hand, he assured Jackie that his wife was simply sharing her drink with me, then he walked up to offer Jackie a drink from his glass, his great stiff cock sticking way out and coming in light contact with her soft, naked, extremely sensitive belly.
"Man, you should've seen Jackie melt at the erotic sight and touch of Jeff's huge organ. I mean, she literally wilted, her beautiful face flushing red as she smiled nervously, stammering, 'Oh, yes, I'm sorry, Harold dear,' and taking the offered drink. Impulsively, uncontrollably, she clasped the hot, throbbing male organ that was prodding her belly, sipping the wine very slowly, letting her eyes close in evident euphoria as she gradually commenced to jack off her captive muscle.
"As soon as Jackie started jacking him off, I heard Jeff whisper hotly in her ear: 'Ah, yes, take it, girl. My big cock and balls are all yours to do with as you please. You can feel them to your heart's content and suck them if you want to and even take my great cock deep into your beautiful hot cunt."
"'Oh, no! I can't ... I can't!' Jackie began to whimper, her eyes still closed, her hand leaving Jeff's dick to reach under and fondle his huge balls with mounting excitement.
"Well-sonovabitch-you'll probably think that I really am a dirty, no-good louse, but I couldn't help myself, not with Carol pushing up close to me again, filling my nostrils with the sweet musk of her passionate, hip-grinding nakedness. 'That's all right, sweetie,' I said to Jackie. 'You can have Jeff tonight. A little adventure once in a while is good for you and I won't love you any less for it. Go ahead and take Jeff's big cock and balls because after tonight we'll always have each other ... always and always."
"That did it. As soon as I got the last word out, Jackie gulped all of the wine from Jeff's glass, slumped to her knees, and began kissing his huge cock all over like it was the most precious thing in the universe. Then, a few seconds later, she dove her face down under his spread legs and commenced to lick his balls furiously, at the same time enfolding and madly fondling the head of his dick in her hand.
"'Baby, baby, baby!' Jeff moaned. 'Your hot tongue on my balls feels so good ... soooooo goooooood. Now suck them, girl. Eat them up. Yes, yes, that's it! Oh, shit, that feels great ... positively great! You sure are a fine little ball sucker."
"Carol also witnessed that hot little scene between her husband and my wife. And, believe me, she was not one to be outdone by some other broad. As soon as Jeff started moaning his pleasure, Carol dropped to her knees, too, and began sucking my cock and balls with a fury and expertise that defied description. First she sipped up the big drop of passion oil that was teetering at the tip of my cock-head, milking my swollen, throbbing organ for more and more, groaning with delight, then she took the whole thing in her mouth, shoving it far into her throat. After that, she started fucking it furiously in her hot, saliva-filled mouth, at the same time jangling my balls rapidly in the palm of her hand.
"It was too much, man ... TOO MUCH! Carol's cocksucking was so hot, so impassioned, so unbelievably talented, that she had me on the brink of coming within seconds. 'Oh, you beautiful, hot, cocksucking bitch,' I gasped, jerking myself free from her. 'You're trying to drain me dry before the night is barely started. Here, help me get the bed folded out so we can all get on it and do this sex thing up right. Once I get you on the bed, you beautiful, sexy little cunt, I'm going to eat your sweet, juicy snatch out so good you won't be able to piss for a whole year."
"'Yeah ... yeah,' Carol answered, grabbing me momentarily in a tight, passionate embrace and shoving her long tongue deep into my mouth. T do love to have my cunt eaten. And, man, I'm going to give you so much of my hot pussy juice to drink, you'll be tasting it for a hundred years, if you live that long."
"So the two of us went to work then and had the big king-size camper bed ready in nothing flat. Noticing the bed all laid out and ready for occupancy, Jeff pulled Jackie to her feet, gave the nipples of her tits a brief sucking, then picked up her passionate, naked body and laid her on the mattress, spreading her shapely white legs so that her pussy-slit popped open, fully exposing all of her glistening pink gash. A split second later he had his face buried in Jackie's gash, lapping up her flood of cunt juice for all he was worth.
"And, of course, Carol and I weren't far behind. Before Jeff had even started his cunt-licking, Carol was flat on her back beside Jackie, her knees raised high and wide, begging me to dive in and help myself. Which I did in a flash, aiming my stiffened, hardened tongue straight for her fuckhole, then shoveling it slowly over her pisser and clit, savoring the exquisite flavor of her excretions.
"Talk about a chorus of sexy moans and groans, those two females really put together a symphony. 'Ohhhhhhh, you beautiful stud mule,' Jackie sounded off. 'You've got my hot cunt in your mouth and I love it, love it, LOVE IT! Eat it all up, my clit, my peehole, and my vagina ... all of it. My cunt is so hot ... sooooo hooooot! It needs to be fucked. Oh, please, fuck me, Jeff. I need to be fucked ... NEED TO BE FUCKED! I want that great big horse-cock of yours way up deep in me ... WAY UP DEEP!!!'
"All the while Jackie was joining in with: 'Man, man, go ahead on ... lap it up ... drink in my boiling hot, juice-filled snatch. It loves it ... loves it like crazy! Oooooooo, fuck, shit, sonovabitch! YOU'RE BLOWING MY FUCKIN' MIND!!! Yeah ... yeah ... drive your tongue into my hole ... way in ... WAY FAR IN! Ahhhhhh, yes, that's right, you beautiful cunt-lapper, fuck me with that long, hard tongue of yours. Oh, goddam, you're ... you're making me come! NO, NO, STOP! I DON'T WANT TO COME JUST YET! I WANT TO COME WITH YOUR COCK IN ME!!!'
"So I crawled up between Carol's beautiful long legs and sank my long, throbbing, brick-hard prick deep into her belly, at the same time gathering one of her enormous tits in my hands and swallowing in as much as my gaping, drooling mouth would hold. As though inspired by his peripheral vision of me sinking my cock into his wife's cunt, Jeff immediately followed suit. Only his mammoth tool didn't sink in quite so easily; he had to coax it and ease it and jockey it and beg for more and more cooperation from Jackie's impatient ass humping. Then, finally, with a loud gasp of ecstatic pain from Jackie, Jeff hit bottom.
"'EEEEEEEEEEEEE ... FUCK, FUCK, FUCK,' Jackie wailed. 'IT'S SO DIVINE ... SO ABSOLUTELY, POSITIVELY DIVINE ... HAVING YOUR GIANT HORSE-COCK IN ME!!!'
"And Carol kept right on with her agonized wailing also, not because she was filled but because she was just naturally a sexy hot bitch nympho, like Jeff had said. Altogether it was about the hottest scene between two couples that you could imagine. And what's more, man-though I really don't expect you to believe this-when we came, we all came at once. Incredible, isn't it? No, no, it wasn't incredible-it was downright phenomenal. Of course, we didn't all compare notes afterward, but then we didn't have to because there's no mistaking what's happening when four people engaged in hot and heavy fucking all start writhing and bucking and bellowing at the same time.
"But, of course, there just had to be a catch to Jackie's easy 'conversion' to swinging sex. And, man, I soon found out what it was. It was the combination of mine and Jeff's giant tool. As soon as her inebriation and horse-fucking wore off, which was only ten or fifteen minutes after her orgasm, she suddenly sat bolt upright on the bed, gave a few hasty seconds of thought to what we all had been doing, then bounded to the floor, yelling at me hysterically: 'Oh, you filthy dog! You dirty obscene wretch! You cunningly planned this whole thing, didn't you? Getting me drunk and naked, then exposing me to another man's oversized sex organ, knowing all the time the effect it would have on me! I hate you, Harold! Do you hear that? I hate you, hate you, HATE YOU!'
"Then she rushed to get her clothes on, crying her eyes out, and ran out of the camper into the pitch-black darkness. I probably should've said something to calm her down and make her stay, but I was too stunned-and, after all, what she'd said was the truth. I had more or less planned the whole thing, erroneously thinking that she'd go for it. I mean, go for it sober as well as drunk.
"I actually did throw a towel around me and go outside to see where she went and if she was okay, but there wasn't a sign of her anywhere. I guess she managed to hole up in one of the other campers or trailers for the remainder of the night and bummed a ride the next morning to the nearest bus stop. Anyway she made it away from the camp site in good shape because she looked mighty fine when I saw her in the divorce court a month later.
"Oh, yes, Jeff and Carol weathered the scene in beautiful shape, not feeling a bit insulted or perturbed. Their sympathies were all with me, believe it or not, and to show me the extent of their sympathy they offered to live on in the camper with me for the duration of their vacation. I'll never forget the way Jeff put it to me. 'Aw, c'mon, Harold,' he said with one arm around my shoulder like we'd been bosom buddies all our lives, 'it ain't no fun being married to a square. Let her go. If it's pussy you want, Carol here has plenty for both of us, huh, baby?'
"No need to tell you what his baby answered. She would've been perfectly willing and able to take care of a dozen husbands.
"Well, it was a generous and gracious offer, in a way, but the simple fact was that I loved Jackie. I'll always love Jackie. My whole life is going to be all shot to hell until I get Jackie back with me. That's why I'm telling you this crazy, loused-up story: in the desperate hope that maybe you can show me how to get Jackie back with me."
To be sure, a great deal can be said about the manner of which man's constantly increasing mobility contributes to his ever-extending search for freedom. However, all that needs be said is that this search for freedom quite often leads him down paths that present tempting vistas, the enjoyment of which-unless the individual is prepared for such enjoyment-proves to be more of a hallucinatory escape from reality, an emotion-racking reach for the nonessential "thrills" that the sexual greed of man drives him to.
The preceding case history, to anyone who reads it and who is not fool enough to disregard the glitter (of shattered fragments of "a once-was" marriage), can do nothing but support such a theory.