Chapter 10
"You're not angry?" Paula said. "I thought you would be furious with me."
"Don't be silly," he told her. "We're sophisticated mature adults. You're entitled to do whatever you wish-whatever makes you happy. But then, of course, I claim the same privilege for myself. It was you who said, before we made that date with the Carpenters, that everything should be on an equal basis between us. If one did something, the other could do the same."
She eyed him speculatively from across the room.
They were getting ready for bed. Joe had deliberately waited until this time of day to spring the matter on her, just as she had waited until bedtime to spring the original swapping scheme several weeks ago.
She was in an attractive flesh-colored chemise which had open legs with lots of lace around them. Stockings clung halfway up her thighs and were cinched to a white garter belt which she wore underneath the Frenchy undergarment that served as pants and slip combined.
Joe wore his trousers, shoes and socks.
"You mean," she said, "that you want to play around on the side?"
"If and when I feel like it," he told her as he unzipped his fly. "Also, we can do some more swapping if you like."
This was the sort of condition she had originally set out to establish, but now that she was face to face with it she was no longer certain it was what she wanted. The main trouble was that Joe seemed too eager. This made her fear she might lose him.
She crossed the room to him as he stepped out of his pants. "I can understand that you're upset by what Jill told you," she said softly. "And naturally you want to strike back."
"No, it isn't that at all," he repliedas he turned to hang his trousers in the closet. "I think mutual freedom in a marriage is fine." He faced her. "It isn't as if we have no feeling for each other. We do."
He was so casual about the whole thing that she could hardly believe her ears. Her surprise was plainly evident.
He smiled and drew her into his arms. "Our marriage is solid, baby. Nothing could break it up. That's why we'll be able to live this way, even though other couples might not be able to."
He kissed her on the neck and ears and finally on her lips while his hands toured her back, eventually finding their way to the plump buttocks which were cradled loosely by her lacy chemise. She responded to his petting and his kisses as she always did. Now she felt his passion rise against the thin broadcloth of his shorts.
He slid the chemise off her shoulders and unhooked her brassiere. He took it away. Her large full breasts agitated against him and he drew his hands to her front where he palmed the luscious globes and rolled them, plucking and pulling at the prominent ruby nipples which emerged, full and firm and thick.
Joe and Paula sank to the bed together. He felt it was important to love her tonight so as to give her reassurance. That's what she had donewithhimon the night she had proposed the original swap, and he had admired the cleverness of it. Anyway, he desired her. He always desired her when they were together like this. Nothing would change this feeling, he felt sure.
He drew her chemise off and she slid his shorts away.
Leaving her clad in her stockings and garter belt, he parted her lovely legs. He fell forward to kiss her above the tops of her hose, licking and nibbling at her heated satiny flesh. His fingertips toyed with the lush soft folds of her femininity and made them moist.
He moved farther over her and bent to kiss her turgid tingling nipples. He licked them and bent them this way and that with his tongue, using his hands to caress and squeeze both globes as he kissed from one tip to the other. Now he buried his face between her breasts and rubbed them against his cheeks as he thumbed her nipples.
She was caressing him at the same time, her skilled hand stroking gently, stimulating the supersensitive nerve endings on his coronal ridge.
When the time came to begin the final phase of the lovemaking, he wrapped his arms around her thighs just above the tops of her stockings and boosted her legs onto his shoulders.
"Oooh, darling ... you're going to tickle my tonsils this way," she said as he held himself in his hand and directed his rosy moist tip to the equally rosy slit of flesh which comprised the secret center of her vagina.
He pushed, parting her slick soft membranes, and he entered her with his pulsing length.
He sighed. "What a feeling that is! I'll never get tired of it."
"Or me," she murmured huskily. "Do me good tonight! I need all you have to give me."
He began to move. She twisted ecstatically with her playground tilted up. He had a smooth straight shot into her furthest depths. He probed deeper and deeper until he possessed her to the maximum possible extent.
As he braced himself on his elbows, he moved his hands to cover her breasts and he squeezed, trapping her nipples between his fingers while his pecker stroked in-and out.
At that moment, Paula was prepared to agree with him that they had the perfect marriage. Minutes later, when she finished, she was a little less sure. He had not taken quite as much time with her as she would have liked, and her climax, while good, was not the howling success it could have been.
More swaps were the answer.
Plus her continued playing with Lyle.
As Joe lay on his back, he began to think of the girls he was yet to know-cute girls at his office and hopefully the wives of some of the men he worked with.
It would be a living ball from here on. Everything a man could want would be his, and all of it would be legitimized and made guilt-proof by the understanding between Paula and himself.
It was the perfect way to live!
Joe had more sex opportunities at his office than the average white-collar male because, first, he held the number two job in his department and was destined to take over the top spot as soon as the elderly manager retired.
Moreover, since his department had charge of personnel, Joe held a virtual life and death power over all the lesser employees of the company. He could transfer or discharge any clerk or typist at will, without having to explain to anyone else. And every applicant for work in the company had to pass his inspection before he or she was hired.
Joe had never fully realized the erotic potential of his job before, but now his eyes were opened and he was determined to make the most of his opportunities. First came the cute girl in his outer office.
Her name was Barbara. She had brown hair, a very nice figure, and she was about twenty years old.
He called her in and asked her to be seated. She was wearing a brown skirt and a white blouse against which her young breasts surged. She sat, crossed her legs and showed him her cute knees plus inches of thigh. Her stocking welts were included in the scene, but no bare flesh.
Joe wondered how far he could make this girl go under threat of losing her job and how promptly she would do it. It was an interesting question for speculation, and the answer promised to be highly entertaining ... if it was favorable. If it was unfavorable, he wouldn't fire the girl, of course. He wasn't a mean man.
He smiled at Barbara from across his large desk. "I'll bet you wonder why I called you in here, hm?"
"Yes, I do, Mr. Wells."
"Well, I won't be mysterious about it. I'll tell you exactly what I have in mind. How would you like to have sex with me, Barbara?"
"Mr. Wells I"
He smiled. "You didn't answer my question. Do you believe you would like to have sex with me or not?
"Well, I ... I don't know." She had reddened. "You're a married man, Mr. Wells, and you're older. Anyway ... I don't really know you."
"Oh, come on now, Barbara. Sure you know ms. You .know I'm the assistant personnel manager. I could fire you on the spot if I wanted to. You know that."
She gazed at him, obviously astounded. Also, she "was embarrassed. She didn't know what to say.
"You're a very pretty girl, honey. I've been admiring you for a long time. Look ... at least, you'll do this, right? Come around here by the side of the desk and take off your blouse and bra. I want to see your pretty breasts."
"Mr. Wells!"
"And stop that," he said calmly. "While you're In here, you can call me Joe."
"I can't take off my blouse and bra. Why ... why I never heard of such a thing."
"You mean you've never taken your blouse off for a man?"
"Mr. Wells, that has...."
"Joe," he corrected.
"Joe! That has nothing to do with it. I can't take my blouse off for you. Not here. It wouldn't be decent."
"Oh. I see." He shook his head sadly. "I guess you want to give up your job, then."
"You mean you'll fire me if I don't do that?"
"I'm afraid I'll have to. I can't have a girl working here who's uncooperative."
"But, taking off her blouse for her boss isn't one of the things a file clerk is supposed to do." She was red as a tomato now.
"It is if he asks her to do it. Come on, Barbara, you know you're proud of your figure."
"But ... but...."
He waited and watched her. She was very uncomfortable, but she was giving the matter some serious thought.
"That's all you'll ask of me? If I do that, you won't want me to do anything else?"
"Let's just say that would please me a great deal. Come on. You can lock the door first to make sure we won't be disturbed."
She considered the proposition for just a moment more, then got up and walked to the door. She set the lock. Blushing, she returned to position herself beside his desk. Deliberately avoiding his gaze, she began to unbutton her blouse.
It was fantastic! he thought. So easy! , She took the blouse off and, under it, she wore a white bra which he couldn't see through. It was obvious that her breasts were full and shapely.
She turned away from him and reached behind her to squeeze the fasteners of her bra so that the little hooks slipped out of their eyes. The straps of her bra separated. She drew the ribbons off her shoulders and down her arms. She lifted the cups away.
She turned to face him.
"Beautiful!" he exclaimed.
And. they were. She possessed two rich surging beauties for breasts, with wide light-brown caps and little rounded nubbins at their centers. As he gazed at them, Joe's penis began stretching out.
Barbara was blushing furiously. "Now can I get dressed again, Mr. ... I mean, Joe?"
"Not just yet," he said, gesturing with two upraised fingers.
"How long since you've had a raise, Barbara?"
"Oh. Well, let's see...." Nervously she lifted an arm to shield her naked breasts.
"No, dear," he said softly. "Let me look at them. How long since you've had a raise?"
She put her arm down. "Seven or eight months, I believe."
"Well, your work has been very satisfactory, so there really isn't any reason why you shouldn't get a raise right now, without waiting for the usual annual review. And maybe I could see my way clear to make it a little larger than customary. After all, the cost of living is going up all the time." He smiled warmly at her. "How does that sound?"
"Fine!" she said and forced a little smile in response, even though she was still blushing.
"Why don't you show your gratitude by slipping off your skirt?"
She gasped. "No! I couldn't!" Again she covered her front, this time with both arms crossed.
"You want that raise, don't you, dear?"
"Mr. Wells!" She looked as if she were about to cry.
"Come on, Barbara. I have very little time. Job applicants are waiting to be interviewed. You know, it isn't too easy to find a good job these days."
"Oh, how could you?"
"Tsk-tsk. When you carry on like this, I can only classify your conduct as uncooperative." She took off her skirt.
And her white short slip when he asked her to.
She stood in front of him in panty girdle and stockings, blushing furiously.
"Now that you've gone this far, darling," he said, his rod fully extended and throbbing inside his clothes, "there's really no reason why you shouldn't go the rest of the way, is there?"
"Wh-what do you mean?"
"Let me lay you," he stated simply. "I promise to make it as good for you as it is for me. And about that raise ... forget it! I'm going to move you up to a better job. You can type, can't you, Barbara?"
"Y-yes."
"And take shorthand?"
"A little."
"Then you're going into the secretarial pool. Tomorrow, if you want. You'll make at least fifty dollars a month more than you're making right now.., to start."
"Oh, Mr. Wells!"
"Joe. Please, darling. It's Joe when we're together like this."
"Joe...." She took her arms down from her outthrust young tits.
He got up and rounded the desk until he stood in front of her. His erection poked blatantly against his shorts and trousers, creating an impressive hump in them. Her eyes dropped to it. And then he was too close for her to see it because he was taking her in his arms. But she could feel it pressing against her.
They kissed. His tongue opened her mouth and surged inside to find her shy tongue and toy with it. His hand spanned the seat of her panty girdle. Her firm breasts burned him through his clothes.
As soon as the kiss had ended, he led her to his couch and she didn't resist. She stretched out on her back and he knelt beside the couch to unclip her garters. He brushed her stockings down, kissing along her legs and causing her to release a little moan.
He gripped her girdle firmly and pulled it off, baring her brown-haired mound.
Now he stepped back and removed his own clothes. Every stitch. She stared at his uplifted prick as he approached her.
"Did you take a pill this morning?" he asked.
"No," she breathed, still staring at his organ. "But this is my safe time. It's all right."
"Looks like I chose wisely," he said with a smile. "It's almost like clairvoyance."
She started to spread her legs.
"No, darling. Not yet."
He got astride her, his legs at the outer sides of hers, and he bent forward to kiss her all around the face and neck and shoulders. Gradually he worked his way down to her breasts and he palmed and squeezed them as he kissed, tonguing her nipples and causing her wide aureola to swell up, creating secondary knobs atop the larger knobs.
He kissed farther yet, browsing at her soft little belly, then backing more until he was seated on her lower legs and his lips were teasing the fringe of her brown pubic curls.
When he shifted his position, she was quick to open her legs. He helped her position one of them at the top of the couch while the other rested on the floor. He saw all of her now-her curving pussy with the brown hair fluffed atop it; the soft convergence of her buttocks and thighs.
He moved up, shaft in hand, and found the center of her pleasure zone.
"Do you want it, Barbara?" he asked as he let her feel the tip.
"Yes!" she stated emphatically.
He pushed and sank deliciously into her. She was slick and warm and just snug enough.
"Oh, golly!" she said and she began to move with him.
He stroked and stroked, her hips bounding beneath his. Her legs were around his back now and, when she pulled against them, her buttocks were elevated off the couch seat and they hung in midair, twisting.
He found her tight breasts with his cupping hands and he squeezed and pressed them as his rigid rod plunged in and out of her. He lifted her, stroke by stroke, to the pinnacle of pleasure, and when he was sure that she was there, grasping for her release, he unleashed his final flurry of short strokes, pounding her furiously until she cried out and vibrated all over while he bucked, ejecting his excitement in deep-reaching spurts.
Barbara got her promotion, and naturally she told no one what had happened-because to do so would have reflected on her as well as upon Joe.
Anyway, wasn't it a fine bargain from her standpoint? Every office clerk should get so lucky!
The advancement of Barbara created a vacancy in his outer office, and the next day Joe had this in mind as he interviewed several girls. The first two didn't appeal to him, but the third was a cute little blonde with warm brown eyes. Her name was Sally Turner.
Sally was a year or so older than Barbara and a little more forward in her attitude. Her eyes lingered each time they met his, and he believed she was trying to tell him something. He had gotten that look many times from job applicants, but he had never before taken advantage of it. This time he elected to do so.
He. felt that he wouldn't have to beat around the bush with Sally as he had with Barbara.
I'll tell you," he said, after they had discussed her qualifications for the job, "I think you could handle this work, Sally. But so could a lot of other girls. So what it boils down to, is whether you're willing to offer me a little personal inducement to give you the job. Do you know what I'm getting at?"
"Maybe." She chewed her gum and eyed him speculatively.
"Get up. Let me take a look at you."
She stood, and she turned for him. She had high, firm-looking tits and a cute little bump at her rear.
"Do you want the job?" he asked point-blank when she was facing him again.
"Sure, I do."
"Then strip."
She stared at him for only a couple of moments, then began to take off her clothes.
He walked to the door, set the lock, and quickly joined her in disrobing.
Sally had a rich dark bush at her loins which formed a cute contrast to the hair on her head which was light blonde. Joe sat in a chair and she straddled his lap, bringing her eager cunt down around his upstanding hardness.
He let her bounce up and down and twist while he just sat there enjoying the marvelous sensations which reached him through the tingling nerve endings in his dick. He stroked her flexing legs and her sides and her agitating buttocks. He palmed her small trembling titties.
She did an excellent job on him, alternately speeding up and slowing so that the act lasted for a long time. When he finally was ready to bring it to a finish, he began to jab upward into her churning vagina and this caused her to lunge for her own climax. They quaked together, crying softly as he fountained within her.
Sally got the job.
The possibilities for this kind of exploitation of Joe's position seemed unlimited, since he had the same pry over employees in all departments of the company and over every female applicant who approached his desk.
But, strangely, the episodes with Barbara and Sally hadn't seemed to pack as much wallop as he had expected. Physically, both conquests were exciting and satisfying. But psychologically it was a different story. Everything was too cut and dried. The girls hadn't given in to him because they had wanted to, but because he had put a pry on them. He discovered that the satisfaction he derived was not as great as it would have been if they had come to him freely, and this cooled his ardor for further such exploits.
He turned his thoughts to the opportunities for swapping mates with some of the men who worked for the company. Paula was after him on this score, too. She was anxious for another spree.
But this time she wanted them to go out with two couples and swap three ways. This puzzled Joe at first.
"How can we swap three ways when there'll be only two other males and two other females? You're talking about a two-way swap, aren't you?"
"I meant what I said," Paula told him. "There's something you don't know about me, Joe-once in college I had an affair with a girl."
"A girl?" He was astounded.
"It didn't amount to much," Paula said. "It lasted for only a few nights. And neither of us got serious about it. But it was fun as a change of pace. I think I'd like to try it again."
"You mean you want to go out with some wife who'll have sex with you as well as with me?"
"That's the idea," she replied, smiling wisely.
"Well, what am I going to do while that's going on? I certainly have no desire to ball a man."
"Maybe you could just ... watch us. That ought to be worth a kick, don't you think?"
In a comparatively short time, the Wellses had traveled quite a distance down the twisting road to degradation.