Chapter 12

"IT DOESN'T REALLY SEEM AS IF A WHOLE MONTH has passed since I hat night we took Sharon and Dan to that party," Betty said. "Do you ever wonder what happened to them, Floyd? I mean-well, you did tell Sharon that you loved her and even offered to divorce me and marry her." Betty laughed. "Sure, I know that you told me that it was just your hard cock doing your talking and thinking for you, but I know that you thought a hell of a lot of that lovely blonde darling. I did, too, and I still miss her and Dan's big beauty."

"I think about Sharon at times," Floyd said. "I think about them, both, actually. I hope that they managed to get themselves straightened out. I'll admit that I felt love for Sharon at the time. My emotions were involved, I mean, and it was something like it was when I first met you. Maybe if we hadn't ever started-"

"Sometimes it isn't wise to talk too much," Betty interrupted. "It must mean something that we're still together, Floyd. No matter what we do or who we have we still continue to stay married and live together. Would you really want it any other way? I wouldn't."

"No, I don't suppose I would," Floyd said, not really surprised to find that he was speaking the truth. "Are you sure that we should go through with this little deal we have planned, Betty?"

"Just as sure as I am of anything," Betty said. Again she laughed. "And that isn't saying very much, I'll admit!"

"We'd both better have another drink," Floyd said, getting to his feet and walking from one couch to another and taking Betty's empty glass. "We should have time for at least one more before they get here. How long did you finally decide that Thelma should wait before coming in?"

"I told her to just give us a few minutes," Betty said. "I don't think that we should take them to the bedroom. If it's going to work I think that it'll just have to be kind of spontaneous. You know? We should try and get it to happen right in here, I mean, because if it backfired when we were in the bedroom there wouldn't be any way of-well, of back-tracking."

Floyd didn't have a chance to answer or prepare two more drinks right then. Because there was a knock on the door and he went to let their invited guests in. Jack and Mona Colson had rented the apartment across the hall. They were previously experienced swappers, having moved from a distant city, and within a week after they'd moved into the apartment Betty and Mona had discovered their mutual interests.

These interests included reciprocating Lesbianism and the two couples had been getting together for uninhibited sex three or four evenings each week. Floyd and Betty had been stalling about introducing the new couple to the local group of swappers while trying to get enough nerve to bring Thelma in on the sexual fun and pleasure.

Jack was a tall man with brown eyes and brown hair, a cock a fraction or so longer than Floyd's, but unlike Floyd, Jack had an almost constant or continuous erection. Jack was twenty-six. Mona was a tall redhead with very light eyes, tits that rode surprisingly high on her chest, a lovely ass and shapely legs, and she liked to brag about her ability to have ten or fifteen climaxes in that many minutes. Mona was thirty-three. Mona had money from a first husband and Jack sold used cars when he worked.

Since Betty's confession about succumbing-to her demanding desires with Thelma, Betty and Floyd had both been doing everything there was to do to and with the beautifully stacked colored girl. They were quite anxious to share Thelma and her talents with their swapping friends, partly because the brown girl was just as anxious, but they were nervous about even broaching the somewhat ticklish subject. Their plan was to run a test with Jack and Mona before deciding about having a party in their apartment and simply having Thelma there and available.

"The strangest thing happened to me this afternoon," Mona said, shortly after Floyd had prepared and served drinks and the four of them had sat down. "I was on a crowded elevator and a man standing right behind me got a hard-on that I know had him aching like crazy. We were jammed that close, you know, and I really felt sorry for the guy. The way that big pecker was poking against my butt I almost popped my cookies right there!"

"What happened?" Betty asked. "I mean-well, how did you handle the situation? I think I would've pushed back and really given him a thrill!"

"She did," Jack said, chuckling. "Until she glanced around and got a look at his face and remembered that she was in the South."

"The big guy was colored," Mona said. "I looked into his eyes and I don't think that I've ever seen such fear before. I don't know how the hell he was able to keep his erection. I pushed my way forward and got out on the wrong floor so that there wouldn't be any trouble in case somebody had noticed what had happened."

Thelma entered the living room then. The colored girl had been listening, a little apprehensive about doing what Miss Betty had told her to do, at the same time very excited by the idea that she might have a chance to get in on all the sex at the swapping parties. She didn't much care for the hints that Miss Betty had been making about Junior-she didn't think that would work-but she was sure that most of the men would at least want to screw her.

All eyes went to Thelma and she smiled broadly. She'd been told to come in and go along with whatever happened-and when she'd heard the talk about the colored man's erection she'd figured that that was just as good as any time to make her entrance. She wasn't wearing anything except the curve-hugging white uniform dress and high heels she'd put on to help make her long brown shapely legs just a little more dazzling. Seeing the lust gleaming in Mister Jack's eyes, and then in Miss Mona's, Thelma was sure that everything was going to work out just fine for that evening before a word was spoken.

"It might shock you folks to know that we had a colored couple in the last group we belonged to," Jack said.

"They were a charming couple," Mona said.

Betty smiled and winked at Thelma. "Life, as the saying goes, is full of little surprises. All right, Thelma, show Jack and Mona what they're so anxious to see. And so anxious to have, I should and will add!"

"Our little surprise for you for the evening," Floyd said, chuckling. "Though not so little, I'll add!"

Thelma began coming out of her dress. Still staring, Jack and Mona put their drinks on the low table and got to their feet. Except for her spiked heels, Thelma was totally nude before the excited wife and husband could reach her.

Betty put her glass on a low table and got to her feet. "Take your clothes off, Jack! Mona! You'll bruise her!"

Jack and Mona stopped and began coming out of their clothes. Thelma dropped to her knees to help. Thelma figured that Jack needed her help more at the moment. His restrained erection might be quite painful, she thought, automatically licking her full lips. She quickly worked the zipper and tugged his stiff shaft out.

Then Thelma couldn't resist the urge to engulf the glistening head with her mouth. Jack thrust rhythmically even as he struggled with his clothes. Thelma saw Mona's skirt drop to the carpet. She quickly left the cock to help with the exposing of the cunt. The thin panties down around Mona's knees, Thelma couldn't resist the urge to briefly bury her face and tongue against the reddish triangle. Mona's soft little moans were just as welcome to Thelma's ears as Jack's soft little gasps had been.

Betty stared, her passion soaring ever higher as Thelma dropped backward upon the soft carpet and allowed Jack and Mona to struggle with their own shoes. Then Betty felt the quivering in her own inner flesh as Jack and Mona removed Thelma's heels and slowly trailed their fingers and their tongues upward along the colored girl's gorgeous legs.

Also staring, Floyd finished his drink and put the glass on the table beside Betty's. There would probably be no end to their search for sexual thrills, he thought. They'd go on and on, searching for more and more way-out methods of trying to satisfy their jaded sexual appetites until they either kicked off or finally got too old and feeble.

And he really didn't think that he would want it any other way. Life was very short, his was well over half gone, and he and Betty both were too far along the path to even seriously consider turning back. Now if they were younger, like Sharon and Dan-and he didn't want to think about that lovely young beauty and her husband.

Floyd chuckled. So he wouldn't! He'd just think about what he was seeing. Jack was kissing one end of Thelma and Mona was kissing the other end. They'd shifted back and forth several times and the colored girl was squirming passionately. Later he'd have to tell Jack what the hot-ass gal liked so much. If she didn't tell him herself.

Betty was already naked. "Are you hard, Floyd?"

Floyd was quite surprised to find that he was rapidly getting that way. He stood up and unzipped his trousers and by the time he had his prick out it was very hard and stiff. Betty then did and said something that surprised Floyd very much. It also pleased him.

Betty dropped to the carpet, got on her back, and parted her legs. "Let's just have an old-fashioned screwing session for a change, honey. It has been a long time since you could and we did, you know, and at the risk of sounding sentimental or some damned thing I'll admit that there's a great deal of difference when there's at least a degree of love."

Floyd felt a strange choking sensation in his throat. Was it possible that he still loved Betty? Yes, he thought, staring at the waiting pussy that he'd used so many times-and that had been used by so many other men. There was a degree of love, at least, and that emotion-no matter how slight-did make a lot of difference.

Dropping his trousers and shorts, suddenly afraid to gamble by using the time it would take to get completely naked, Floyd dropped to his knees and quickly pushed in between Betty's smooth thighs. Then, as she guided, he pushed his throbbing cock deep into her quivering cunt and glued his mouth to hers.

They screwed a long time, both thinking about each other for a change while happily doing so, and then after they'd had a blending climax they went to the mirrored bedroom with their equally sex-happy guests and their equally sex-happy maid.

Sharon McKay moved through the darkened bedroom and stood beside the bed and looked down at her sleeping husband. The sheet was covering him up to his waist, but he was on his back and she could see the outline of his manhood, large even in its limpness. Almost five weeks, she thought. It had been four weeks and five days since Dan had told her that he loved her. Would he ever say it again?

So much had happened since then. They'd gone to the apartment and packed their clothes, speaking only when absolutely necessary, and he'd slept on the couch until morning. Still without mentioning the sex-party, or what he meant to do, he'd called a cab and they'd gone by the real estate agency and dropped off the keys and then they'd , gone to the bank.

Dan had then bought a used car for five hundred dollars. Once they'd gotten out on the highway, heading north, Dan had told her that he meant to find a job. She hadn't said anything, wondering just what he could or would do, not even sure that she wanted him to work on some routine job. She didn't think that he'd like such a life, she'd even felt that it would be very boring for her, but she'd simply said that anything he wanted to do was all right with her. Meaning it as always, of course.

By the time they'd reached the next city of any size, about three hundred miles from where they'd started, Dan had been just about as friendly and talkative as he'd ever been. She'd relaxed, safe in the knowledge that they were still together and that Dan seemingly meant to keep it that way, but they'd both carefully avoided any talk about Betty and Floyd and Thelma and the sex-party.

They'd rented another furnished apartment, this time with very reasonable rent, and they hadn't had sex until the third night. Strangely enough, she hadn't really missed it the first two nights. She hadn't been hot and she was sure that Dan hadn't been hot for the same reason. Too much sex at the party had kind of deadened their senses.

The sex the third night had been just as wonderful as always, though. Maybe even better. They hadn't said a word. They'd just rolled over toward each other at the same time, embraced and kissed, joined their bodies, and screwed and screwed and screwed. Bui they still hadn't really talked. Not then and not before, during, or after the many wonderful sessions since then. With the exception of the time it took for her to get over her period, and during those few days and nights Dan had jokingly said that he'd also take a rest, they hadn't missed at least one nightly session.

And often there'd been a late afternoon session, Sharon thought, turning from her sleeping husband and walking over to the window. She raised the shade and let the outside light stream in. She turned and watched as Dan rubbed his eyes, wishing that he didn't have to leave her within a couple of hours, not to return until two or three o'clock in the morning.

Dan had been working on a job for a month. If it could really be called a job. He, along with two or three other men, played poker for the house seven nights a week in a joint that could be raided just any time. He received a flat twenty dollars each night for helping take money from suckers wandering into the pool hall and enticed into the back room. There wasn't any cheating. There didn't have to be. The odds were too great against the suckers playing with the house men like Dan.

Dan looked at Sharon and smiled. "Come here," he said.

Sharon went over and sat down on the side of the bed. But Dan didn't grab her and pull her down for a kiss and maybe more as she'd expected. She couldn't keep from glancing and then felt a little stab of disappointment when she saw his limpness.

Dan noticed the quick look and sensed the disappointment. He could get a hard-on, and he wanted to, but he wanted to get a few things settled first. He'd already been stalling too long about some things.

"I have something to say, Sharon. I don't like what I'm doing any more than you do. Mostly I don't like to leave you alone so much, but I seem to be getting nowhere fast on twenty bucks a night. How would you like to go back into the racket? Be honest. And don't say that anything I want is what you want. Tell me exactly how you feel."

She felt sick, Sharon thought. Right then she felt very sick. The question seemed to indicate that Dan had changed his mind about loving her. If he'd really meant it in the first place. But maybe he was just testing her. She would be honest and tell the truth. He could find another woman to help him work the racket.

"I wish that we had enough money so that you wouldn't have to do anything, Dan. Sometimes I wish that we could just kind of hide from the world, maybe stay in this apartment and not even see any other people. I'll go to work in an office or something like that, but I won't work the racket with you again."

"That's what I wanted to hear," Dan said. "The last part, anyway. I've been doing a lot of thinking since that night I told you that I loved you, admitted to myself that I loved you, and the past few weeks I've been putting myself to a-well, I guess it could be called a kind of test. I've had chances at women, some of them sexy beauties, but I turned them all down. Sure, I mentally raped a few, but I suppose I'll be doing that until I die. Say, why the tears? I thought you'd be happy to hear what I just said!"

"Most women cry at least a little bit when they're happy," Sharon said, wiping her eyes and smiling, suddenly hoping that it wouldn't turn out that Dan was playing some kind of a cruel joke on her.

"I had to find out how you felt," Dan said, seriously. "It really isn't the money that I don't like about my job. We could get by on it, I mean, but I just might get yanked in during a raid. I don't have a record and I don't want one. I thought I'd get a social security card and all that jazz and get a legitimate job. How does that sound?"

"Wonderful," Sharon said. "Almost like a-a kind of miracle, Dan." She laughed happily and got to her feet. "If I'd known that things were going to turn out like this I might've suggested that we attend a wild sex-party long ago!" She saw Dan frown and quickly sobered. "I'm sorry!"

Dim smiled. "Why he sorry? We're what we are, remember? That's what you've said many times. Just because we've changed, or changed our views or whatever about certain things, doesn't mean that we should deny that we enjoyed doing those things. Hell, I don't know what I'm saying or even trying to say!"

"Let's don't even try to explain what has happened," Sharon said. "Let's just accept it and be happy and enjoy that happiness."

"All right," Dan said. "There is one thing, though. I don't know how to say it, just how to put it into words, but I do want it to be like it was when we were in the racket. Between the two of us, I mean."

"Maybe I can say it for you," Sharon said, looking at the tent that had started to be formed by her husband's lifting manhood. "You want a free-wheeling uninhibited whore for a wife, but you want her-me-to practice whoring only with you. Is that about right?"

"Just about," Dan said, kicking the sheet to the foot of the bed. He looked at his stiffly erect prick and then met his beautiful young wife's sparkling blue eyes, feeling that her reaction to what he meant to add would tell him whether or not their marriage could be the same except for the outside sex. "It really isn't as if you need any practice at whoring, though."

Sharon knew the purpose of Dan's remark; just as she knew that they'd both have one hell of a time living up to the bargain that they'd practically made. Over a period of years, anyhow. Because sexual promiscuity wasn't all that easy to give up. Not when it'd been a way of life for so long.

"I think that it's a very good thing that humans can't see into the future," Sharon said after a rather long silence. "I also think that we should continue to speak freely with each other and stop trying to pretend that we're something or somebody that we're not. So-" Sharon laughed, "let's skip the talk for now and get on with what we've both had so much practice doing, with each other and with so many others!"

"Those just might be the most important words spoken during the past few minutes," Dan said, watching as Sharon started taking off her clothes. "Aside from the fact that I once again mentioned that mysterious thing called love, of course."

Sharon paused in the process of reaching back to free her already hard-tipped titties. "That, my darling, is the most important thing to me. Do you know why? Because we can't spend all of our time engaged in sexual love." She laughed again and freed her jutting mounds. "Darn it!"

"Damn it," Dan corrected, chuckling and sitting up so that he could grab Sharon's lovely nakedness just as soon as possible. "We were to speak freely and that means plainly, baby. Hurry, huh? I'm aching to bury my stiff shaft into your pulsating pussy!"

Sharon hurried.