Chapter 5

JERRY NAYLOR WAS BOYISHLY HANDSOME, with dark hair closely cropped, a surfer's tan, and a trimly muscular build. He was perhaps a year or two younger than Andy. He was regarded as something of a whiz kid in the local construction industry-as smart and competent as he was sharp in appearance.

He and Andy were talking business in a smart mid-town restaurant when Andy suddenly looked up, smiled and rose to his feet.

Jerry twisted his head to follow the direction of Andy's gaze. At first, his expression was inquisitive, but he quickly switched it to a smile that outshone Andy's. He took his feet, also.

"So you decided to take that shopping tour after all?" Andy said to Liz as she arrived at the booth. "I hope it isn't costing us too much."

"Ask me how much I've spent and I'll spend some more." She smiled at Jerry.

"Darling, this is Jerry Naylor," Andy said. "Jerry, I want you to meet my wife, Liz. I told her we would be having lunch here, in case she decided to come into town to do some shopping."

"How nice that she did! I'm glad to know you, Liz." "I'm happy to know you, Jerry. Andy has talked about you."

She extended her gloved hand and he took it warmly.

"Why don't you slide in here between us," Andy suggested as he stepped out of the booth.

As she did so, Jerry's eyes were on her. She wore a dark dress which was very chic, and it fit her delightfully. Andy caught the eye of the waitress and signaled her to come over.

"You're ready for another drink, aren't you, Jer?" Andy asked as he sat down.

"I'll go again," the other man replied.

"Three martinis," Andy told the girl when she arrived at their table. "Extra dry."

The conversation switched from business to general topics in which Liz had an interest equal to that of the men. Jerry could hardly take his eyes off her and, for once, Andy wasn't jealous of another man's obvious interest in his wife. He kept remembering what Tom had said about Jerry's wife-the big tits and the ass that could give a man a hard-on just from looking at it.

Liz was at her best-charming, vivacious, subtly seductive. She made expert use of her long dark lashes, and her voice was modulated at a pitch which was just above the bedroom level. She managed, also, to sit as close to Jerry as she could, without being obvious about it. Andy imagined that under the table their knees touched occasionally.

After a while, Andy said, "Jerry, why don't you and your wife drop in our place this weekend-we could have a few drinks and all get better acquainted."

"I'd like that," he said, looking at Liz.

"How about Saturday?" she asked quickly.

"Great!"

"Nine o'clock or so?"

"Couldn't be better."

"Andy, tell him how to get there. I'm no good at giving directions. In fact, I get lost myself half the time." She smiled.

Jerry looked at her as if to say she could be excused for anything.

Helen Naylor was everything Tom had said she was ... and more. When she arrived at the Kimbroughs' home Saturday night with Jerry, Andy's eyes nearly popped out of his head. He was not a man who ogled every woman who came along-he was married to a beautiful and shapely one-but the extravagantly blonde and bountiful Helen was a sexpot in a million. Andy would have had to be blind and impotent to have failed to appreciate her.

One of the auxiliary benefits of swapping, Andy had discovered, was that it all but banished jealousy between married couples. For instance, he hadn't minded in the restaurant when Jerry had seemed more interested in eating up Liz with his eyes than in eating his lunch. Now Liz didn't cast him any sharply critical glance when he visually disrobed Helen as soon as she stepped into the house. To a swapper, such admiring glances tended to promote a common cause. What once would have been interpreted as a threat had turned into a benefit.

The Kimbroughs and Naylors hit it off perfectly from the start. The conversation flowed as freely as the booze and with equally exhilarating effect.

Liz, as had been agreed in advance between herself and Andy, paid a lot of attention to Jerry, while Andy did his best to monopolize Helen's interest. She kept glancing at her husband and Liz, obviously aware of the competitive threat which Liz posed, but she seemed sufficiently sure of her hold on her handsome young husband to keep her cool.

Andy moved in closer and openly ogled the treasures loosely hitched in her dress top. Apparently the only bra she wore was the one built into the dress, because those melon-like beauties wobbled tautly before his eyes and shivered right to their tips (which he could almost see) when she laughed.

Andy had decided before the party began that he would be a little bolder than Tom had been when the latter had initiated the Kimbroughs into the pleasures of swapping. Andy realized that he had a lot going for him-he and Liz were both young, hardly older than the Naylors, and they both were attractive sexually (if he did say so himself); also, Jerry obviously was strongly taken with Liz.

So when Andy judged that enough booze had been downed to place everyone in a sufficiently receptive frame of mind, he said quite loudly:

"Jer, if the four of us were real swingers, do you know what we would do tonight?"

"Have an orgy?" Jerry responded immediately. The girls laughed.

Andy was gratified. The other man certainly was thinking along the right lines, and the reaction of the women hadn't been discouraging.

Now it was up to Andy to make matters more specific ... and serious, if possible:

"You bet," Andy said in a positive tone with only a slight smile on his face. "What I'm talking about is a mate swap-you take Liz and I take Helen." He grinned at her.

"Hey, buddy, you sound like you mean it," Jerry observed, laughing as if he wasn't quite sure whether a laugh was in order or not.

"I said 'if', " Andy was quick to point out. "But we're not real swingers, are we?" He took a sip from his glass.

"Well, now, I don't know..." Jerry grinned at Liz, then at his wife.

Andy watched the look which passed between them, for this was apt to be significant. It wasn't one of the worst of all possible looks-a this-guy-must-be-out-of-his-skull comment, or a let's-get-the-hell-out-of-here. It was, on Jerry's part, rather open ... surprised, and even speculative. Helen didn't reveal as much by her expression; she wore a careful mask, as self-confident women usually do.

"They tell me mate swaps are fun," Liz said.

Good girl! thought Andy.

"But they're apt to be dangerous, don't you think?" Helen asked. It seemed to be more of a hypothetical comment than one posed by actual concern, but Andy couldn't be sure about Helen's attitude.

"Oh, I don't think there's much danger," Liz said as she glanced down into her glass. "According to what I've read on the subject, everyone usually shrugs it off in the morning. It's just an extension of party fun, an adult form of spin the bottle."

"That's a pretty broad-minded way to look at it," Helen countered.

"Psychologically, forbidden fruit is the most attractive," Andy said. "When outside sex is freely available to both marital partners, without guilt or fear of exposure, most of the pressure that breaks up marriages is removed."

"How did we get off onto this kick?" Helen demanded.

Oh-oh, Andy thought. That wasn't so good.

"I think Andy's got something," Jerry spoke up. "Theoretically swapping should be good for a married couple. The question is..." he quickly added, "does it work out in practice?"

"Well, I say it's risky," Helen stoutly maintained.

Jerry grinned at her. "What are you afraid of, pet?

That I might find somebody who's better in bed than you are?" "Jerry!"

Andy and Liz watched this exchange closely. It appeared that Jerry was getting serious about the idea, and Helen's opposition was hardening-or, at least, becoming more evident.

"I'm sure Helen has nothing to be afraid of," Liz smiled.

"But you might, lover," Andy chided his wife. He gazed at Helen warmly. "Unless outward appearances are deceiving, Jerry's got himself something very special here. I wouldn't blame him if he didn't want to risk trading it, even for a night."

Helen smiled at Andy and he felt he had made some progress with her. He wasn't afraid of turning Jerry off. He felt Jerry was already sold. The problem now was to bring Helen across.

"Just for the sake of discussion..." Jerry said slowly, fondling the liquor glass in his hands, "are we talking about something that's within the realm of possibility, or are we engaging in idle speculation?"

Helen turned sharply to him. "I think we've carried this far enough!"

"Let Andy answer," he told his wife. "He brought it up."

Liz shot a concerned look at her husband. Obviously she feared they may have walked into a trap.

He didn't think so. He believed Jerry's interest was real. Helen, he thought, was the only problem.

"Let's take a vote," he said. "All those who would consider a mate swap-that is, assuming it meets with everyone else's approval-hold their hands up."

There! It was out in the open. Everyone was going to have to commit himself. Andy figuratively held his breath to see what would happen.

Liz immediately raised her hand with a smile and so did he.

Jerry colored a little as he looked at his wife. She plainly was angry.

"Go ahead!" she dared him. "Stick your hand up if you want to."

"Hey, now wait a minute..." he chuckled nervously. "This wasn't my idea."

"No, but you encouraged it. So have the guts to be counted."

Jerry hesitated for a moment, then said defiantly, "Okay. I think it would be fun. There!" He raised his hand.

A sense of exultation swept through Andy. He glanced quickly at Liz and detected that she was just as excited.

Helen stared at her husband. Her complexion was flushed, and her eyes snapped. Ever since the discussion had become serious, she hadn't given either of the Kimbroughs a glance. This was entirely between herself and Jerry, as far as Helen was concerned.

Andy had to admire the other man's fortitude in voting in favor of a swap when she obviously was opposed to it.

Now she was on the spot. If she were to blackball the game, it would look as if she were afraid of losing the hold she had on her husband. And goodness knows what the long-term effect would be on their marriage-she would never forgive him for wanting to swap, and he would never forgive her for not agreeing to it.

The room was tense with expectation for several moments. There was utter silence.

Jerry kept his hand up as he gazed at her defiantly.

As quickly as she had become angry, she seemed to shrug the anger off. She turned to Andy with a smile on her face, which was still rosy.

"Which bedroom are we going to use?" she asked him.

He thrilled. His cock almost stood up. Jerry quickly gulped the remaining contents of his glass.

Andy stood and moved over to the beautiful blonde. "Do you really want to do this?" he asked.

"I wouldn't miss the chance for anything," she maintained stoutly.

Grinning, Andy turned to the others. "Let's have one more round of drinks. Then if we all really want to go through with it, we'll pair off."

A slow but very warm smile came over Jerry's face and he nodded. Then he turned to Liz.

Looking him meaningfully in the eyes, she lifted her glass and drank the contents down.

During the next drink, no one wavered from the position they had taken. Andy hadn't expected there to be any wavering at that point, and this was why he had dared to propose the short delay. The advantage of the delay, he had believed, would be to mellow Helen a little. He didn't want her to feel he had rushed Jerry and her into something.

But that didn't work.

He was shocked when he discovered the full depth of Helen's resentment toward the swap idea and toward him for promoting it. This occurred as soon as they were alone together in the guest bedroom and the door was closed behind them.

Her eyes flashed as she confronted him.

He grinned. "Well, shall we get undressed or would you like another drink first?" (He had brought along a bottle and a pair of glasses.)

"Neither," she said simply, her harsh gaze not leaving his face.

He regarded her inquisitively and didn't say anything.

She went on, "You can go to bed if you want to. I'll sit here." She took a chair at the corner of the room.

He laughed. "Hey, come on now! Going to bed alone is no fun."

"It's possible to turn it into fun, I understand. Or is masturbation one of the depravities you never learned?"

"Depravities ... "

"Yes. I consider swapping depraved, completely and utterly, and I'll never forgive Jerry for agreeing to it."

It was clear to Andy that he had a serious problem on his hands-one which extended far beyond the question of whether or not he was going to get into this luscious blonde creature. "Never forgive Jerry" had an ominous ring. A marriage could be hanging in the balance, and if the Naylors' marriage crashed, that certainly wouldn't help relations between Jerry's company and Andy's.

He was going to have to change Helen's attitude ... somehow.

"You shouldn't have agreed if you felt that way," Andy told her.

"Oh, no? What choice did I have? Jerry was hot to take your wife to bed ... and she appeared just as eager to go with him. I must say, you people are something else!"

"So it's not the swapping you object to so much as Jerry's desire to swap."

"Don't split hairs. I object to the whole dirty business, and I blame you for starting it."

"Okay, you're entitled to your opinion. But it's going to be a lonely and uncomfortable night for you like this ... especially since Jerry and Liz are going to be enjoying themselves."

"Don't you care about your wife being with him? What kind of man are you?"

"The same kind of man Jerry is ... and the same kind most others are, for that matter. Some won't admit it, but practically all men are the same underneath. They are lusting animals. The prospect of strange tail turns them on. So don't blame Jerry for being what the good Lord made him."

"Now you're being sacrilegious on top of everything else."

"I don't think so. I'm right in my description of men, and if there is a God, He made them that way. People who deny the truth about Nature are the ones who are guilty of sacrilege.

"What a pretty speech!"

Her green eyes continued to flash hatred. There was a trapped quality about them, too. She felt decidedly uncomfortable.

Andy took heart from this. She wasn't at all as sure of herself as she had seemed earlier. This made him believe he might break her down.

He sat on the edge of the bed. "Well, let's consider our situation objectively-here we are, while my wife and your husband are in the master bedroom together. By your own admission, they both were eager to swap, so you can be sure they aren't sitting around and talking about it. They've most-likely taken their clothes off already and are in bed together. They're taking their fun, and they expect us to take ours."

"Fun!" she snorted.

"I think it would be," he said with a faint smile. "In fact, I'm sure of it. But let's consider the situation a little further...

"You consented to the swap and you're over eighteen, so that would appear to give me the same privileges right now that your husband enjoys when he's in a bedroom with you. That is, I'm entitled to take what I want."

"Try it,'" she dared him, "and you'll lose an eye."

"Don't be silly," he grinned, forcing himself to remain cool. "I could subdue you easily, without any risk to myself. You could scream, of course, but I don't think you will."

She squirmed uneasily. "And why not?"

"Because that would cancel out the advantage you gained when you agreed to the swap. You could have turned thumbs-down on it in the living room, but you didn't because you couldn't bear to brand yourself as a prude."

"Wrong! Jerry wanted to do it, so I felt he might as well do it. But that doesn't mean I'm going to."

"He expects you to."

"I'll let him know later that I didn't.'"

Andy grinned. "I see. You want to have something to hold over his head?"

"Everybody's responsible for what they do."

"Mmmmmm."

"Now, I don't care to talk about it any more. You can go to bed, go out and drink, or do anything you want. I'm going to sit right here."

"What I want to know is whether you'll scream if I make a move toward you."

Her eyes glittered. "Why don't you find out?"

"I think I will. I've got nothing to lose."

They gazed at each other, and it struck Andy that this was a very peculiar situation. He had expected nothing like it.

Helen's breasts rose and fell above the top of her cocktail gown. God, she was luscious! He wanted to screw her about as strongly as he had ever wanted to do anything.

But he didn't want the whole party to dissolve in an uproar.

On the other hand, what good was the party if only Liz got her enjoys? He was entitled to a piece of ass, too.

And Helen's ass was the ass of all asses. It appealed to him even more strongly now, when it seemed less attainable.

"Consider what Jerry will think if you scream..." Andy said. "You agreed to the swap, then refused to go to bed with me after we came in here. What's he going to think about that?"

"He'll think I'm a moral person, I hope."

"You know better than that. Morals were tossed out the window when we agreed to this game. All of us agreed. Jerry expects you to go through with it, just as he's going through with it. In fact, he would probably approve of my forcing you."

"I'm not going to talk about it any more," she said and tossed her head haughtily.

"All right," Andy agreed. "That's fine. I'll just drag you over to the bed ... and I would advise you not to make a horse's ass out of yourself by screaming."

Her eyes widened and she became tense as he approached. Obviously she had expected to bluff him into leaving her alone. Now that it appeared the bluff wasn't going to succeed, she was on the verge of panic.

But she still wasn't completely convinced he meant business.

"You're not going to touch me if I say I don't want you to," she declared.

"Yes, I am," he insisted, as he moved closer. "Because you made a deal, along with the rest of us. Tonight you're mine. What's mine, I take."

Excitement pounded fiercely in him as he reached out and grasped her by the arm. He pulled her to her feet. Her eyes remained wide. She hadn't fought yet. He watched the tops of her titties quiver.

He drew her firmly against him and felt the pneumatic softness of those large, round boobs. He looked down into her defiant eyes. "Kiss me," he said.

She was breathing hard. The flush was still on her cheeks. She didn't answer him.

He bent and tilted his head. He took hold of her chin and positioned it.

He was wary that she might bite him. He brought his lips against hers lightly and didn't attempt to use his tongue. He sucked at her lips gently. He got no response from her.

He straightened up again.

"It wasn't much of a thrill, was it?" she said.

"You'll do better than that before we're through."

"like hell, I will!" she said.

Now he saw what her strategy was-she wasn't going to scream or put up a fight. She was going to be unresponsive and hope to shame him that way.

He was glad she had chosen this tack, because he wouldn't let himself be shamed. What was more, he would heat her up before he was through. With the kind of inspiration her lush sexuality offered, if he couldn't make her hot he wasn't much of a man. He was a man. He prided himself on that. The real shame would be to back down, rather than to attack her against her will ... assuming she had told him what her will really was. It was still possible that she was just trying to prove a point.

He moved quickly and swept her up in his arms. She gasped.

He grinned down into her face. "Might as well relax and enjoy it, as the old saying goes."

"I won't enjoy it," she promised, "and neither will you."

"Watch me," he said.

In the other room, Liz and Jerry were on the bed, totally nude. They were kissing and caressing. His cock was flagpole-high.

"Baby, you're luscious..." he growled, panting, as he pulled his mouth off her tit.

"Mmmmmm. Suck the other one," she murmured throatily.

He grasped it and pulled the jutting nipple to his parted lips. As he closed those wet, warm lips around it, Liz let her eyes fall closed. She writhed luxuriously beneath the sucking kiss, and her writhing stimulated Jerry all the more by wiggling the lush titty in his mouth.

His tongue repeatedly stroked the large, firm nipple, bending and leaving it. It seemed to grow even larger.

Liz's hand found his upstanding prick and enclosed it in a warm possessive grasp. It was circumcised. She squeezed the bulbous head and rubbed the corona with the pads of her fingers.

Growling, Jerry let her tit bob free and slid downward along her body. "I'm gonna make a banquet of you," he said. "I'm gonna eat you up!"

"Oh, won-derful..." she moaned, opening her legs. "I love to be eaten."

He rubbed her sexy little belly with his hand, then pressed his face to it and kissed all around the navel and below. He began to lick, running his tongue up to the little cup and into it.

His hand, by now, had entered her forest of black curls. He rubbed her large pussy lips, not attempting yet to get between them.

She opened her legs wider, drawing her opposite knee up. He stroked her soft inner thigh, then his mouth leaped to that satiny slope. He sucked, licked and nibbled.

Liz let herself be wafted giddily on a cloud of sheer delight. This man was a good lover-good as Andy at his best. She raised her leg and hooked it loosely over his back, encouraging him to let his mouth slide down to the sopping cunt which wanted his kissing so much.

He slid in that direction, but with agonizing slowness. When he was very close, she gave a little wiggle, which caused her pussy to slam against his mouth. She thrilled at the contact.

Jerry was less jubilant. In spite of his talk a little while ago about making a banquet of her, he really didn't go in for cunnilingus, per se. Now the smell was too strong in his nostrils, and her juice was making him queasy. He kissed a little bit, without sticking his tongue into her, and quickly raised his head.

"Ooh..." she sighed in disappointment.

"Baby, I can't wait any longer," he said and mounted up.

Her legs lifted to encircle him, and his prick slid gratifyingly deep into her needy crevice.

"Oh ... good!" she crooned as she ground her pussy around the stiff, thick rod. "Hump me hard, darling!"

Liz's command fired Jerry to a new intensity of lust, and he began to stroke rapidly in her cunt.

"Darling!" she cried, clutching his smooth, muscular back. "Not so fast!"

But she couldn't slow him down. He pumped fiercely, and his hot come gushed into her before she even had approached a climax. His pecker jerked and squirted again and again. Finally it was still.

He lay heavily against her, panting.

She didn't know what to say. It had been a long time since she had been left hanging like this, and her first impulse was to make her displeasure known. But there was a whole night ahead, and she didn't want to spoil it completely.

So she swallowed her protest and licked Jerry's ear.

"Stay right where you are," she whispered. "Keep your prick in. I want to get a lot more of it."

"Baby..." he growled and kissed her moistly on the mouth.