Chapter 1

RINSING THE SOAP FROM HIS MUSCULAR BODY, not sure that his stiffly thrusting arousal was caused by thoughts of his own lovely wife in the adjoining bedroom, or the exciting wife of another man across the hall in another luxurious apartment, Dan McKay turned the spray of water off and stepped from the shower stall.

He dried quickly, remained naked, and entered the bedroom. Seeing his beautifully stacked young wife, knowing that the sight of her lovely nakedness would've caused him to have an erection even if he hadn't been thinking about another man's wife, Dan. crossed the bedroom and sat down on the side of the bed.

Sharon was silting before the dressing table mirror brushing her silky blonde hair. "I won't be long, honey. Are you sure that you're satisfied with the way I behaved this evening?"

"You did just fine," Dan said, meaning it, admiring the way his sexy wife's lush buttocks pressed against the leather-covered bench. At twenty-five Sharon was just as firm as she'd been the first time he'd screwed her three years be tore.

"How did you make out with Betty?" Sharon asked, not stopping the slow movements of the brush through her hair. "Floyd put his hand on my knee once while Betty had you out in the kitchen."

Dan chuckled and swung around until he was stretched out on the bed on his back. He clasped his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. "I patted her fanny a couple of times and managed to find out that the rather small tits she had aren't fakes. How old did you say she was?"

"Thirty-five," Sharon said. "She thinks that you look younger than twenty-eight. Floyd's forty-two, she told me, and I doubt that he's much of a man. I didn't see any poking evidence, anyhow."

"As an ex-pro I imagine you'll be able to figure a way to get next to him," Dan said not unkindly, wondering if he'd ever really get used to the idea of marrying-and being married to-an ex-call girl.

"Need I remind you that I'm still peddling my ass?" Sharon asked, not raising her voice. "We both are, for that matter, and sometimes I kind of wish that we could live like other married couples."

Again Dan chuckled. "Like some of these swappers, maybe? Hell, that's about all we do, you know, and any time you want to call it quits, just tell me, baby. You knew what you were getting into, damn it."

Sharon didn't answer. Dan realized that he'd almost been holding his breath. What if Sharon did decide to leave him? One of the times he made such cracks about her whoring, she just might change her mind about what she called her love for him-

"We're just making a profit from our swapping, Sharon. Or we usually do. Because the husbands and wives don't talk to each other about us and compare notes really means that they're cheating far more than the swappers. Betty and Floyd Denning are wealthy, you can bet your bottom dollar on that, and I hey can afford to pay for the pleasures they'll get."

"Since you brought up the subject of money, Dan, I'll ask, how do we stand now?"

Dan opened his eyes. Sharon had put down the brush and had swung around on the bench. Her blue eyes were focused upon his erection. Dan looked at her large jutting breasts, the small pink tips, the golden tinge of her lovely flesh, the long and shapely legs, the blonde mound of womanhood. He slowly lifted his eyes to her beautiful face.

"We have a little over a thousand in the bank, Sharon. That, a couple of hundred in my billfold, along with the apartment rent paid for three days less than a month, and-"

"I have about a hundred," Sharon said after Dan's words had trailed off. She shifted her gaze to his eyes and smiled. "We were lucky to get this ritzy apartment without a lease. Don't worry, Dan. I think Floyd will shell out with some expensive gifts and I can always come up with some story to get at least a little cash. Besides, Betty seems to be ripe for your big dick."

Dan wriggled his hips and made his stiff manhood sway back and forth. "Come to bed," he said. "I think I'll be able to slip the blocks to Betty Denning for a profit, but right now I'll settle for you."

"I'll try and give my best professional performance," Sharon said teasingly, getting to her feet. She swayed her truly magnificent body forward and stopped beside the bed. "I suppose I should be thankful that you married me."

"That goes for me, too," Dan said, removing his hands from behind his head. "Betty told me to drop around any time, by the way. I thought I'd try and start the action tomorrow."

"Let's stop the talk about our neighbors," Sharon said, quickly stretching out beside Dan. "You just said the nicest thing you've said to me in a long time and then practically in the next breath you start talking about the dark-haired pussy across the hall."

Dan didn't say anything as Sharon's fingers grasped his thrusting and throbbing hardness and began to caress gently. He'd never told her that he loved her, not even when he told her that he'd marry her, but in the beginning she'd often used the word. He guessed that what he felt for Sharon was something akin to love-he had married her when it hadn't really been necessary-but how could any man admit to loving a whore? Or, for that matter, admit to loving a wife he allowed other men to use?

"Let's put it in," Sharon whispered. "It's almost midnight and the martinis made me kind of sleepy."

Sharon removed her fingers from Dan's stiff shaft as he sat upright. Then she turned over on her back and parted her sleek thighs so that Dan could get into position for the penetration.

His knees between his young wife's beautiful legs, his fingers caressing her smooth and warm rounded hips, Dan gazed at the inviting aperture surrounded by a silky soft mat of short blonde hair.

"I'm really not in all that much of a hurry and not all that sleepy," Sharon whispered. "I just thought you wanted to make it fairly fast, honey."

Dan lifted his face, his eyes meeting Sharon's. "Always thinking of me," he said teasingly. He walked his hands along the sheet-covered mattress until his face was suspended over her beautiful face, her moistly parted lips. "I think a hell of a lot of you, baby. You know that and I don't know what I'd do without you."

"I understand," Sharon said, putting her smooth arms around his neck, her eyes telling him that she really did understand. "We're both what we are, nothing we do or say will change that, and all I can do is keep on assuring you that I'll stay with you as long as you want me."

Moistening his lips with his tongue, moving his hands to Sharon's thrusting breasts-feeling the nipples harden against his palms-Dan lowered his mouth to Sharon's parted lips. He slipped his tongue back and forth across her perfect teeth and then she met his darting tongue with her own.

She turned on fast, as she always did with him, and as they kissed passionately he squeezed and kneaded her large mounds of taut-tipped flesh in the manner he knew she liked. He began to lose himself in the glory of having sex with his gorgeous young wife, aware that only with her was he able to completely do so, dimly thinking as he usually did how with all other women he was able to somehow keep himself mentally aloof and detached.

Dan soon broke the tongue-probing kiss, anxious to get to the upright breasts, the very sensitive nipples. He took one of them in his mouth and jabbed to and around with his tongue, bringing the nipple to a harder erection, then nibbled and nipped at the stiff smoothness with his lips and teeth.

Sharon's hands had already gone to his head, her fingers running through his short black hair, and she guided his mouth and tongue to her other thrusting tit. It seemed to Dan that he could feel that stiff spike throbbing against his lips and teeth. He enjoyed the soft little moans already spilling from her lips, the delectable scent of her freshly-bathed naked flesh equally as enjoyable.

Finally he trailed downward, rather regretfully leaving the quivering breasts he loved to worship, yet soon finding just as much pleasure lavishing his attentions around and to the surprisingly shallow belly button.

Sharon's stomach was almost flat, just rounding out enough to be excitingly attractive, and Dan lingered there on that golden skin for almost a full minute. By that time Sharon's hips were slowly writhing and Dan's hands had lovingly molded her warm sides and settled upon her sleek hips.

When lie felt his heated wile's fingers leave his head, Dan knew that she was getting somewhat impatient. He didn't have to look to know that she was fondling her own breasts, toying with the hard nipples, maybe even rolling her head back and forth on the sheet-covered mattress.

Trailing downward, skirting his eventual goal, Dan kissed and tongued Sharon's velvety inner thighs. She moved her long and shapely golden legs helpfully, lifting and parting her knees, lifting her firmly rounded buttocks upward several inches, indicating that she was more than ready for the intimate caress.

Dan moved one hand to the blonde target first, using his fingers to prepare the way, then slowly exhaled his breath as he replaced his fingers with his mouth. This brought a little gasp from above-and fingers to his scalp.

Delving with his tongue, finding the most sensitive spot with practiced ease, thrilling to the strange sense of power that he always experienced when giving such erotic pleasure, Dan slipped his hands under and around and clasped Sharon's very firm and very smooth buttocks.

She'd already lurched to his expertly applied greediness, her fingernails digging into his scalp-his bobbing scalp now-and he liked the way her smooth thighs clamped against his cheeks from time to time.

All too soon Dan felt the tell-tale quivering begin. But he was doing some quivering by that time himself, his tremendously hard manhood seemingly begging for the immersion, and Sharon's fingers were removed at the same time he started lifting his head.

Sharon's blue eyes were blazing with passion. Her fingers were right there to do the guiding and she clamped her upper teeth over her full lower lip as he slowly started the entry. He was big, larger than most men, but he knew that now that he had her juices flowing she could take him without any pain.

Still, because he did think a hell of a lot of her he pushed slowly and carefully, slipping his smooth hardness into the moist and quivering hot flesh an inch at a time, stopping now and then to make sure that she was adjusting to the engulfment with her usual ease.

When he was all the way in, buried to the hilt, feeling her silky hairs against his, he lowered his muscular chest to her spiked mounds and mashed his opened mouth to hers. She returned the passionate kiss eagerly, keeping her lower body still as he was doing his, their many sexual experiences having told them both that to delay at this point meant a happy prolongation in the wondrous pleasure that was soon to follow.

Dan broke the feverish kiss and smiled. "You're still the best piece I've ever had, baby."

Sharon smiled happily. "Why thank you!" Then she moaned quite loudly. "Oh, darling, I'm so hot, so hot!"

Dan had braced on his hands and arms. "I guess we'd better do something about that," he said, moving his hands down to her rounded hips. Then it was his turn to make a loud sound, a gasping groan as she expertly twitched her inner muscles.

He buried his face in her silky soft sweet-smelling blonde hair, slipped his hands under and gripped her wriggling buttocks, and started his strokes in rhythmic tune with her inner and outer movements. Soon, as he expected, she ceased the inner contractions, and speeded her squirming outward motions. He quickly picked up the faster tempo, matching her thrust for thrust, knowing that she was going to make it very soon, not yet sure whether or not her spasms would trigger his blasting finish.

"I'm getting there, darling! Oh, it feels so good, so good! Why is it always so much better with you?"

Dan didn't answer. He just kept on matching her ever faster pace. Next she'd probably be talking about love, whispering words about her love for him, and once he admitted that he even sometimes felt a kind of love for her it would mean that he could no longer live with her the way they'd been living.

"I love you so much, Dan! Oh, I love you so very much!"

Dan lifted his face from her blonde hair and glued his mouth to her mouth. Sharon began to dart her tongue in rhythm with the in and out thrusts of his hard flesh. He felt the shuddering spasms begin for her, felt the throbbing expansion that meant that lie could join her if he wished.

"Let it go, Dan! Slam it to me and let it go!"

Dan obeyed Sharon's urgent request. He slammed it to her faster and faster, using his hands to tilt her feverishly thrashing body to even a better angle, and spilled forth his passion in jerking and jolting spurts of gushing ecstasy. And even after the perfect blending they remained plastered together for many happy minutes.

Across the hall in the larger and more luxuriously furnished apartment Betty and Floyd Denning were having one last drink before going to bed. They were still in the living room, sitting on one of several couches, and they'd been talking about their new neighbors.

They had agreed that Dan and Sharon McKay had both been very evasive as to their source of income; just as they'd agreed that the very attractive young couple would be a very welcome addition to their not so secret swapping club.

Betty wanted Dan and Floyd wanted Sharon, there hadn't been any doubts at all about that, and they hadn't argued about the fact that it might not be very wise to be too bold and take unnecessary chances. Betty was sure that she could have Dan at just about any time, but she had her doubts about the handsome and strong-looking young man being willing to exchange his beautiful young wife; Floyd had even more doubts about Sharon's going for him, and at one point in the discussion had even half-heartedly suggested that maybe they should scratch the evening off as a total loss.

Not, he'd hastened to assure his very sexy wife, that he minded if she made it with Dan. It was just that the beautiful young wife from across the hall had behaved too much like a lady for him to get his hopes up very much. And, he'd added with a smile, he wasn't all that anxious to get his nose bashed in by the handsome young husband.

They both finished their drinks at the same time. Betty, always eager for just about any kind of sexual activities, and even more so than usual because of being around Dan, wondered if she could get her somewhat jaded husband up long enough to give her a degree of relief.

Floyd, able to sense Betty's thoughts and desires because of the many years they'd been married, briefly considered getting on the telephone and calling one or more of their swinging friends. Male or female, it wouldn't really make all that much difference to Betty, but he quickly rejected the idea because of the late hour.

Or early hour, he thought, glancing at the large clock on the wall. Half past twelve wasn't exactly the right time to be calling anybody, even for a sex party. Then he thought of the maid and general all-around "employee" they'd assigned a room for use whenever she wanted to sleep in.

"Did Thelma go home right after dinner, Betty? I don't remember seeing her since then."

Betty smiled and patted Floyd's knee. "You were too busy ogling Sharon's lovely legs and tantalizing titties to notice the chocolate beauty even if she'd been around." Betty moved her fingers to her husband's lap and squeezed his limp penis. "If you don't mind I'll see what I can do before we call on Thelma for help. I kind of hate to wake her up at this hour."

"Then she is in her room?" Floyd asked, watching as his wife slipped his zipper down.

"I'm not sure," Betty said, lifting her husband's limp manhood from his shorts and trousers. "I think she is, but I got to thinking about Dan and Sharon just before you got home and Thelma was the only one handy so we had a rather fast and furious session. The dear isn't quite as insatiable as I am, you know, and she told me that her damn stepbrother banged the hell out of her last night."

Floyd pushed forward and moved with Betty's skillful fingers. He was already about half hard-, he was glad to see and feel. "Didn't her stepfather get in on the fun?"

"Thelma said that he wasn't home last night," Betty said, staring at her moving fingers. Then, after about thirty seconds: "You're losing what you had, honey. Maybe we'd better check and see if Thelma's in her room, after all."

"I have a rather important meeting to attend at ten o'clock this morning," Floyd said after hesitating several seconds. He used his foot to shove the low cocktail table away from the couch while putting one arm around Betty's shoulders at the same time. "If we get things going too hot around here I just might be too pooped to get there on time." He chuckled. "Mostly kidding, of course, but you know how I sometimes get."

"When was the last time you were able to go on and on and on?" Betty asked teasingly. "Three or four mouths ago? Besides, we should be that lucky!"

Floyd met Betty's glowing dark eyes. He could remember when he'd practically had her begging him to stop screwing her. But that had been years ago before her sex drive had increased and his had slowly but surely decreased. He had no right to be angry, though. Not with her or with fate. He'd had his day and now it was her turn.

Betty's dark eyes and pretty face suddenly registered genuine concern. "You know that I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, Floyd. I know that you're a man, a real man, but no one man could hope to take care of an overly-sexed bitch like me."

"Don't try and con me," Floyd said, watching as Betty removed her fingers from his now totally useless manhood. "We both know that I'm just a jerk, with a jaded sexual appetite. Without plenty of fancy frills I'm usually the nothing I am right now so-" he smiled, "-don't be calling my lovely and loving wife a bitch just to try and build up my ego or some damn thing."

Betty planted a wet kiss on her husband's mouth. She did love him, she guessed-for what they'd once meant to each other if for nothing else-and it wasn't her fault that he'd become so jaded. He'd started them on the swapping kick, encouraged her to experiment and experience the more erotic uninhibited acts or acrobatics, and if she really wanted to be cruel she could blame him for her obsession with all things sexual.

Floyd had been returning the kiss, they'd both been using their tongues, and he'd shoved one hand up under her short skirt. The garment was so tight, though, that his fingers couldn't get above her fleshy lower thigh. Betty broke the kiss and saw that her husband was about half erect again.

"Let's go to the bedroom," she said, slipping from his grasp and getting to her feet. "Maybe the mirrors will help."

Floyd looked up and met Betty's eyes. "You do understand that it had nothing to do with your body, don't you? You're still just as beautifully stacked as you ever were, Betty." He forced a little chuckle. "But we've been over that bit many times, haven't we?"

"We can at least still communicate with words," Betty said, smiling. "That's more than many married couples can do." She sobered. "Look, honey, if you aren't in the mood for anything it'll be all right. If I can't sleep I can always get my trusty vibrator and-"

"I'll turn the lights out," Floyd interrupted. "Mentally I'm about as ready as I've ever been and since we can communicate I'll admit that that's partly due to the golden blonde beauty across the hall."

"And I'll admit that I'm hot partly because of the handsome young husband across the hall," Belly said. She laughed and winked. "Now that we have that settled I'll run along and check and sec if Thelma's in her room just in case she is needed."

Floyd watched as Betty did practically run from the large living room. Despite the tight black skirt her full buttocks managed to jiggle provocatively. Or there'd been a time when the sight would've incited him to complete arousal, Floyd thought, glancing down at his limpness. He sighed and got to his feet, automatically tugging his zipper into place at the same time.

Maybe if he concentrated on possible pleasures with the beautiful young wife of another man he'd ogled most of the evening he could get it up long enough to at least enable Betty to reach one climax while he was embedded. Part of sex had to do with the mind, anyhow, and he'd always had a very vivid imagination.

Floyd went around and turned all the lights out except the one near the bar. There he poured a hooker of Scotch, downed it, then poured another. But he only stared at the full shot glass for several minutes, suddenly hoping that Thelma was in her room, remembering the thrilling pleasures he'd shared with the young and attractive brown maid and his very white wife.

Betty quietly opened the door leading to Thelma's room. The light from the hallway enabled her to see that the dusky beauty was there on the bed, the dark brown skin contrasting sharply with the white bottom sheet. Because the top sheet was rumpled at the foot of the bed, apparently kicked there by restless feet and legs, and the youngster-only several months over twenty-was on her back, her long shapely legs spread wide.

Mentally debating with herself, then deciding that she'd give it a damned good try with Floyd first, Betty started to pull the door closed.

"I'm not asleep."

Thelma's face had been in the shadows, out of (he beam of light from the hallway. Betty pushed the door inward and stepped aside enough to enable her to see the girl's pretty features.

"I figured that you might need me," Thelma said, smiling broadly, her full lips and white teeth glistening. "I took several pecks at the young couple and I've been thinking how I'd like to jazz it up with either one of them myself. Or both of them at the same time!"

"Floyd and I feel that we're going to have to be very cautious with that young couple," Betty said, experiencing the usual surge of excitement, both mentally and physically, as she thought about what would soon be happening.

"If you aren't too tired-" Betty let her words trail off as she saw the long brown lovely legs swing from the bed. She'd known that Thelma wasn't too tired before the dusky sexpot acted-and then spoke:

"Tired! I'm never too tired for sex! And for a threesome I doubt if I could resist at least giving it a try if J had one foot right on the edge of my own grave!" Thelma laughed low in her throat and got to her feet. "That doesn't really make much sense, does it?"

"As much as anything else around here," Betty said, suddenly almost hating her husband for helping turn her into what she'd become.