Chapter 2

Marty walked out of the can and down the hallway to the living room. He paused by the entrance way as his eyes flickered from Vern, who was saying good night to some of the neighbors, to the remaining guests.

Lola was literally poured into a deeply plunging minidress that seemed to cling to her like a second skin, and he had been unable to keep his eyes off her for most of the night. The lush swell of her firm tits showed they were damn near popping out every time she moved; he kept finding himself wondering what it would be like to shove his cock into the warm valley between the stunning redhead's big mounds and fucking her that way while she sucked his knob with her beautiful, sensuous lips. He studied her for a few seconds before leaving her compact, five-two, 35-22-35 frame and letting his gaze rest on Leona.

In her own way she looked just as good to him. She was bigger than Lola, and she had an innocent, almost virginal appearance that made her look good enough to eat.

His thought went back to the wondrous two-week vacation he and Sheila had spent in Hawaii, to the Canadian couple that they had shared damn near every hour with. He remembered the initial hesitancy on Sheila's part when the other couple had suggested swapping partners, and then the complete adoration she held for the idea once the four of them had balled it in the first all-out orgy.

They had been doing a good deal of talking about finding something more permanent and closer to home, and he found himself assessing the others as possible swap partners as he looked at them.

Lola was the homemaker type. All she wanted was kids and housework; yet the very way she was dressed indicated that below the happy-wife surface, there was an urge for wild sexual experimenting. It excited him, and he glanced over at Ray, who was sitting sullenly in the corner, out of the conversation and very deep into what must have been his seventh drink. It was obvious that Ray could use a little livening up, too.

Leona would be rough, though; she'd have to be conned into it somehow. But from listening to Vern talk, it was apparent that he would be a willing participant in any type of sexual experimentation; that was obvious from the fact that he liked to brag about the strange stuff he was banging on the side.

He was still immersed in his thoughts when Vern walked up beside him and grinned.

"Well, that's the last of the deadheads; maybe we can get something going now and have some fun."

Marty returned the grin, thinking inwardly just how much fun they could have if the others were as ready for action as he was. He moved out into the room beside Vern and dropped down onto the couch beside Lola, his eyes staying longer than was necessary on the delicious cleavage of her dress as he reached for his glass and tilted it up.

Vern moved across to the bar and poured himself a fresh drink. His eyes flickered across Leona as he turned and moved back across the room to sit down.

Months of frustration over his inability to get her to do any experimenting sexually had built up to an all-consuming peak within him, and he was determined to make Leona listen to some separate opinions on just what was normal in a marriage when it came to balling.

He sensed that he had an ally in Marty, and he took a deep breath as he sat down, then looked over at Marty and spoke in a voice loud enough for all of them to hear.

"Say, Marty, you're a worldly type; maybe you could help settle an argument between Leona and me."

The conversation died in the room as the others turned to listen, and Marty grinned and swiveled slightly in his chair.

"Sure. Just ask and I'll give you the benefit of all my experience."

Vern didn't say anything immediately. He looked over at Leona, and she gave him a cutting, icy look. Rather than stop Vern, it only served to make him more determined to get it out; he phrased it a little more bluntly than he had originally intended.

"I maintain that a husband and wife should do a little experimenting sexually-you know, keep the old marriage bed hot. What do you think?"

For Marty this was an excellent opportunity to let his and Sheila's views be known. Vern had opened the topic, and if he played his cards right, he could lead up to the fact that he and Sheila were looking for a little swapping action.

"I agree with you completely; I think husband and wife should go the whole route, make love every damn way possible. Speaking from experience, I can tell you it's a hell of a lot of fun."

Sheila giggled drunkenly and flushed.

"It's even better when two married couples go the whole route."

There was a painful silence in the room.

Ray paled slightly and leaned forward. Lola felt her pulse quicken simply at the mention of sex; she had almost forgotten what it was. Leona flushed deeply and tried to silence Vern with her eyes, but she got nowhere. He had no intention of letting it lie where it was.

"Am I to understand that you and Sheila have swapped partners?"

Marty looked around at the others, trying to assess their feelings; then he nodded his head slowly.

"Sure. What the hell, we're all adults here; we know what it's all about. Sheila and I not only try the whole bit ourselves, but we enjoy making it with another couple at the same time. It sure as hell cuts down on the emotional problems, let me tell you."

Sheila had lost her embarrassment now, with Marty's comments flowing freely, and she quickly backed him up.

"That's a fact; God, it does the mind wonders to have a little variety, and watching your mate ball it while you're doing it with someone else is fantastic for both mind and body."

Lola was first embarrassed, then shocked, but after a few seconds, she was far more intrigued than anything else.

"So you mean that you and Sheila have really . . . changed partners ..."

Marty smiled broadly.

"Yes, and we both fully enjoyed it-so much that we intend to do it again if we find anyone who's interested."

His statement was an open invitation, and it was too much for Ray. He stood up, doing his best to give the impression that he had fully intended to do so for some time.

"I think it's about time to hit the sack, Vern. Thanks for the party; it was a good one."

There was a brief silence; then Vern stood up and smiled.

"Great having you. We'll have to get together more often."

Leona stood up and glanced at Marty and Sheila.

"I'm afraid you're going to have to do without me; I've got one hell of a headache. I'm sure Vern will keep you occupied."

She gave Vern a dirty look and left the room.

Vern frowned, then looked back at Ray and Lola, who was now on her feet, too. He smiled and followed them to the door.

When they had left, he moved back into the living room and dropped into his chair. He looked directly over at Marty and grinned, shaking his head slowly.

"I think you shook the rest of them up."

Marty shrugged and leaned back.

"What the hell . . . Sheila and I aren't ashamed of swapping; we think it's great."

Vern's smile broadened.

"I'm inclined in agree with you. I'd like to give it a try myself, but I'm afraid Leona would never go for it."

Sheila laughed, cutting him off; and he looked over at her.

"What's so funny?"

Sheila laughed and shrugged.

"Nothing. . . it's just that when Marty first suggested it to me, I was shocked and horrified by it, but it only took me one session to see the light. If Leona ever tried it, she'd be all for it."

Vern's smile faded a little, and he nodded.

"You're probably right; she's just so damn inhibited."

He paused for a second, a thought gelling in his mind; then he looked back at Sheila.

"Look, would you consider talking to her about it? She won't listen to me; she thinks I'm a dirty old man if I suggest going down on her, but maybe you could get through to her; she likes you." Sheila smiled.

"I'd be glad to, but I don't know how much she likes me after tonight." Vern shrugged.

"Oh, hell, she's just choked up at me because I brought the subject up. I'm sure she'd talk to you about it tomorrow if you tried."

Marty broke in.

"I can't think of a couple we'd rather make it with. Sheila can drop in tomorrow." Vern grinned broadly.

"Christ, this could be great. Let's have a drink on it."

"We'd better call it quits; we've got you into enough shit for one night. We'll see how Sheila makes out tomorrow; maybe we'll be seeing a hell of a lot of one another."

Vern nodded slowly.

"I like the sound of that . . . especially seeing more of Sheila."

Ray slammed the door none too gently and shook his head.

"Well, you sure as hell picked a beauty of a party to go to."

Lola hadn't wanted to leave, and she was still mildly miffed over being dragged out just when things were beginning to warm up.

"What was wrong with it? I enjoyed myself."

Ray frowned.

"What was wrong with it? Christ, they were just getting ready to toss in the keys and start a bloody orgy."

Lola was past the point of patience with him. "Heaven forbid-not sex! We couldn't have that, could we!"

Ray shouted her down.

"Lay off it, will you? I'm fed up with the same bloody bullshit. You're a bloody nymph, you know that? All you can think about is screwing."

Lola was too mad to shout. Her voice was slow, deliberate and controlled.

"A nymph because I want it more than once a month."

Ray turned to face her.

"You were getting it a lot more than that, baby, before you decided I wasn't man enough to give you any kids. It's your fault you're not getting your quota, not mine. Maybe you should get together with the rest of those sick bastards and have yourself an orgy."

Lola spoke before she thought, and immediately regretted it.

"Maybe I should."

Ray didn't answer her. He brushed past her and walked down the hall.