Chapter 1
"Jill Carpenter's a cute little thing, isn't she?"
The remark caused Joe Wells to glance quickly at his wife. Standing in black bra and briefs, she was ungartering a nylon.
"I guess you could call her cute," he said, pulling off his tie. "Don't tell me she appeals to you?"
"Joe, be serious. Wouldn't you like to screw her?"
"Me screw Jill?" he almost yelled. He stopped undressing with his shirt half open. "What put an idea like that in your head?"
"Shhh. We don't have to discuss it with the neighbors."
Paula pulled her garter belt out from underneath her pants and tossed it away. She reached behind her to open the hooks of her brassiere.
Joe studied her. Dark and lush-bodied, with sultry facial features, she was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. The appraisal still held after being married to her for four years, but there were times when he couldn't figure her out. Like now, for instance.
She took the bra away and her full tits stood outward in quivering freedom, the disks around the nipples neat and nicely corrugated. The tips themselves were capable of assuming startling height and thickness when they were aroused.
She caught the flesh melons from underneath and worked them, her thumbs and fingers pressing in at their sides as she wiggled the mounds on her chest.
Her digits couldn't press in very far because her breasts were firm in spite of their size and the fact that Paula was twenty-six years old. She exercised daily, had for years, and this helped keep them in shape. Besides, she was childless.
"It always feels good to get that damned harness off," she said. "If it weren't for the fact that my nipples would show, I wouldn't ever wear one."
"So you've told me before," Joe remarked, "I think you like the idea of them bobbing around and driving men crazy."
"Darling, what a thing to say," she scolded and let them go with a taut double bounce.
Joe looked away. Watching her had given him a throb of response at his loins. The response would have been full-blown except for the fact that he and Paula usually undressed together, so nudity in itself was not particularly stimulating. But tonight, after the party and all, and with Paula handling herself this way, he was definitely stimulated. This he didn't like because he wanted to get right to sleep. He had a big day at the office tomorrow. And there was another reason.
"What caused you to make that remark about Jill?" Joe asked as he finished unbuttoning his shirt.
"Oh, nothing special. I just thought maybe you liked her, that's all. You seemed to be spending quite a bit of time with her this evening."
Joe turned just as his wife tossed her panties aside, and his gaze automatically focused on the black furry triangle at her loins. Her hair was a natural midnight hue and her skin was light, which made for a very erotic contrast.
"Damn it, you're going to have me up in a minute," he growled.
She laughed as she straightened her shoulders and glowed in the warmth of his gaze. "If you don't want to get excited, don't look."
A good idea, he decided, and again he looked away. He opened the top of his trousers.
Joe was of medium height and eight years older than his wife. He had a good build. His hair was dark and he was gradually losing it on top, but he still had enough to keep kids from calling him Baldy. He wore glasses for close work. His manner was brisk at times, but he was generally pleasant.
"I wasn't aware I was spending an unusual amount of time with Jill," he said. "As a matter-of-fact, I think I talked longer with Helen. Why did you single out Jill as an object for your jealousy?" He stepped out of his pants.
"I'm not jealous," she stated emphatically as she moved to the bureau to get a nightgown. Her plump, shapely buttocks twisted in a delightful way.
"Then why bring it up?" Holding his pants in his hand, he looked at her again.
"It was just an idea I had."
"What idea?" Staring at her bare behind, he felt his arousal taking tangible form.
"Well ... Jill said something to me the other day." Paula hesitated. "Why don't we wait and talk about it after we get in bed?"
"Honey, I've got a hell of a big day lined up."
She turned, holding a yellow nightie, and her gaze immediately centered on his lower front. A smile appeared on her face. "You've got something else that's up, if you don't mind my saying so."
He looked down and confirmed what he had felt-his shorts were badly out of shape.
"Well, what do you expect," he snapped defensively, "with you parading around like that-showing me your pussy and your bare ass?"
"We always undress together," she reminded him.
"I think you got horny at the party. That dress of Jill's was pretty short, and after she'd had a few drinks she wasn't too careful how she crossed her legs. Lord, you could see the lace on her pants."
"Turn out the light," Joe said and crossed to get his pajamas.
Paula ignored the command as she lifted her yellow nightie and let it down over her head. The thing was practically transparent, and she never wore pants underneath. She arranged her long shining hair about her shoulders.
Facing away from her, Joe stripped off his shorts and glared angrily at the sign of arousal which swayed at his loins. He was going to have to take Paula tonight, he realized, even though he hadn't wanted to.
The truth was that Jill Carpenter had intrigued him a great deal, and she had seemed to be putting on a show for his particular benefit. Paula, with her usual keen perception, had noted it. He couldn't have put anything over on her if he'd wanted to. Of course, he didn't want to. He had never cheated during their marriage and had no intention of doing so. But, since he was only human, other women sometimes did arouse him, and after that happened he preferred not to have intercourse with Paula right away, it didn't seem proper somehow. Also, he had to be fresh as possible in the morning and it was already late.
But, hell....
Paula climbed into bed, deliberately showing him the darkness between her legs as she swung them around. She settled back and watched him button his pajama top. His rod still pressed outward against his lower garment.
He strode to the wall switch and flipped it, turning .off the bedside lamps. He crossed the room and opened the drapes. Moonlight flooded in. He walked to the bed.
"Now what was this about Jill?" he asked as he lay back the covers and got in beside his wife.
"Well, the other day," Paula said, cuddling up to him, "she happened to remark to me that she was bored. Too much of the same old stuff, I guess."
Paula lifted his stiff penis out of his pajama pants.
"Thank goodness you don't feel that way," Joe said, enjoying the clasp of her hand around his pulsing maleness.
"Oh, I love your stuff, daddy," she purred, pumping him gently up and down. "But no matter how great marriage is, you have to admit that it's a rut."
"You never talked like that before," he said, examining her face in the dimness.
"I'm not complaining," she emphasized. "Good God, you know how I love you ... and this." She squeezed him to make her meaning clear. "But aren't there times when you kind of wish you could kick over the traces? Take tonight, for instance. Don't tell me you didn't have evil thoughts in your mind when you were looking at Jill."
"I didn't," he replied quickly, but he was afraid his tone wasn't convincing.
"Go on! You were screwing her from across the room. Don't tell me you weren't."
"Paula!"
"And don't be so easily shocked. There's nothing bad about it really. It's natural. That's the point I'm trying to make-marriage is great and love is wonderful, but it does get a little boring after awhile, doesn't it?"
He reached underneath the covers and grasped her wrist. He dislodged her hand from him.
"So that's it," he said, taking his guilt and neatly transferring it to her. "You're bored."
"I'm not talking about myself particularly. I'm probably as happy as a-wife could be. But marriage is restrictive. You can't get away from that. Jill feels it; you feel it; sometimes I feel it, too. I don't doubt that every married person does if they have real blood in their veins."
It was a fantastic conversation. Paula had never hinted at such an attitude before. Joe couldn't help but wonder if this was her way of punishing him for the attention he had shown Jill at the party.
"Okay," he said with a touch of irritation. "I admit I ogled Jill a little. As you said, she had her legs crossed so a person could see her pants. And we talked. But I don't have any designs on her, so you can forget that."
"Have you ever considered," Paula asked slowly, "that Jill may have designs on you?"
"You're crazy," Joe said, but he experienced a little lurch over the possibility that it might be true. Jill had been very friendly tonight.
"What I was getting at...." Paula reached and wrapped her hand around his pecker again. "I wouldn't mind if you wanted us to,-well, try a little switch with the Carpenters."
"Whaaat?"
"Now, honey...." She nuzzled him warmly in the neck as she slid her hand up and down on his pump handle. "It wouldn't hurt anyone, and it might pep everybody up, all the way around."
"Do you think I need pepping up?" he snapped. Her hand held the evidence that he didn't.
"Maybe our marriage does. Jill said hers did."
Joe thought of her husband for the first time. His name was Lyle and he worked in a bank. He was a quiet type but handsome. He was about five years younger than Joe.
"Do you have the hots for Lyle Carpenter?" he asked.
"I like him all right," Paula admitted. "Well enough to go to bed with him if it's okay with everyone else."
"Paula, how much did you have to drink tonight?' Joe demanded angrily. "And for God's sake, get your hand off my prick!"
"Well! That's the first time you ever told me that." Reluctantly she took her hand away.
"I don't understand you," he said, leaning on an elbow so he could look intently into her face.
"You're making a big thing out of it," she soothed. "Relax. Lots of married couples swap partners nowadays. You read about it all the time."
"Did you and Jill frame up something?"
"No. Of course not. I wouldn't do that without talking with you first."
"How do you think Lyle will feel about it? He might not be so keen on the idea of another man getting into his wife."
"Lyle is Jill's problem."
"And I'm yours, hm?"
"Darling, you did have big eyes for Jill tonight. You admitted that. You're just a little too inhibited, that's all. You're afraid to admit to yours elf, or to me, what you'd like to do."
"This is the most amazing thing I've ever heard," he said. "I wouldn't believe it, except I know I'm wide awake. I thought we had a perfect marriage."
"Darling, we do! Or at least it's as close to perfect as a marriage can be. And I want to keep it that way. A little fun on the side isn't going to hurt it, as long as we play on an equal basis. As a matter-of-fact, that will make our marriage better. The experts say so."
"What experts?"
"Lots of them. Psychologists and all. I've been reading up on the subject."
"Well, I'll be damned," he marveled aloud and lay back to stare at the ceiling.
She chuckled and rolled against him. Her hand again stole to his loins and found him half-relaxed. She began to stimulate him back to rock-hardness.
"Come on," she purred, "roll over and give mama a good screwing. She needs it."
He turned to face her. "Maybe that's what you do need. Jesus, I've never known you to be so randy."
'Oh, I've thought quite a few times about arranging a swap," she said, lifting her thigh along his body and letting her nightgown pull back to her waist. "I just couldn't get up the nerve to mention it to you. But when I saw the way you were looking at Jill tonight, and after what she'd said to me ... look, if I can set something up, you'll go along with it, won't you?"
She was rubbing the tip of him along her gash, making him very excited and bringing moisture to her chamber of love.
What a time for her to bring up a proposition like this! But the fact that she was doing what she was doing when she talked about it proved something, he supposed. She must be sincere in saying she still loved him and was thinking about a swap with the Carpenters only as a lark. He was convinced also that his earlier suspicion was incorrect-she was not talking this way just to bug him for paying attention to Jill.
Still, the idea was too unconventional for him to accept right away. He would have to think about it for a while. But he would enjoy getting into Jill. There was no doubt about that.
"Mmm ... that feels good," Paula murmured as she continued to Work him up and down against her. "Don't you want to play with my tits?"
Joe slid the top of her nightie down off her shoulders and proceeded to palm both thrusting beauties. He rubbed them in slow rotation until the nipples rose, then he grasped each nipple between forefinger and thumb and rolled them back and forth. They swelled until they were as large as the end joint if his little finger.
"Oooh ... " she groaned softly. "Come on and suck-suck."
Joe twisted his head and brought his mouth down to a Ml firm bud which his hand served up. He opened his mouth and took the nipple on his tongue. He worked his lips slowly.
With a deft twisting motion of her hips, Paula pressed forward, and his loins became united with hers. He was only a little ways in, owing to their posture which was not the best for deep penetration but it felt wonderful. She began to move a very short distance forward and back, which rubbed his ridge . against the sensitive inner lips of her vagina and stroked her clitoris.
"Oh, God!" she exclaimed and gasped. She gripped him by a buttock and squeezed, her fingertips pressing his pajamas into his crack.
He sucked her breast harder and gave it a little bite.
"Wow!" she said.
Now he had to go at the business full force and so he rolled on top of her, managing to maintain their union.
"Come on ... put it to me!" she demanded in a husky voice.
She couldn't have been faking her passion. She really wanted it from him. This reassured him about the other.
He began to deliver a deep steady stroke and she unsnapped his pajamas and stripped them down off his bobbing rear. She grasped his bare buttocks and pulled each time he nailed her. She was digging her heels into the bed and pushing up. The sensation was wonderful.
He braced himself on his arms and watched her breasts quiver as he Jolted her. Her mouth was twisting. Her eyes were closed. He leaned on one hand and pawed across both stiff dancing nipples, shaking the white boobs beneath. He kept powering into her.
"That's great!" she exclaimed. "Oh, beautiful! Go deeper! Go as deep as you can!"
He dug his hands down underneath, grasping the divisions of her ass and elevating her a little, which also gave him a better angle into her depths. She twisted and bobbed in his hands and pulled at his rump as their loins churned together. It was perfect! God, how could any woman feel better than this?
But Jill was cute ... and tonight he had seen her white panty crotch. She had smiled at him. She was young and sweet ... also hot, if what Paula had said about her was true.
He stroked into his wife stronger than ever. She cried and wriggled ecstatically around him. His rod swelled to even greater dimensions. It had never felt more full of excitement or stiffer or more happy with the work it was doing.
And yet:
Jill ... Jill ... Jill, he thought as he vigorously took Paula.
Then suddenly Paula, was begging him for the short strokes. He held off for a little while, but when he felt her begin to go and heard her strangled little cries, he pumped her wildly, still holding and squeezing her lush buttocks.
"Oh ... oooh!" she cried and pressed her thighs against him, pushing upward with her mound. She vibrated all over and her buttocks were drawn tight. He blazed in, faster and faster, until he had it. Blissfully.
He lost his passion in a marvelous gush, and it was Jill he was seeing in his mind's eye at that moment.
Afterward, as they lay side by side in each other's arms, he was troubled. He really did want Jill and he was excited over the prospect of having her. Paula seemed to want to promote it, but he still didn't think it was right, It couldn't be right.
"What about it, darling?" she pressed. "If I can set something up with Jill, will you go along?"
"Paula, I'm amazed. I don't know what to think."
"Think it over. See if you can't get used to the idea. It won't hurt us; we proved that just now. We're as hot for each other as we were on our wedding night. What it will do is to take away any inner frustrations we might have. And it will give us the shot of variety that everyone's life needs. I suspect, too, that it will prove how right we are for each other."
"I don't need any proof," he said softly as he caressed her on the bottom.
"I don't, either. Consciously. But maybe we both do underneath. Come on-as long as we both agree and there's no cheating, what possible harm could it do? ft isn't as if either one of us were virgins when we got married. We each had other partners before, so why not now? What's the difference?"
She was making some points, Joe was forced to admit.
"Well, I'll think about it," he agreed. "That's my sweet baby," she murmured and kissed him.
It was a strange proposition, especially the way she had staged it. But the circumstances had blunted the edge of his shock, convincing him that she was sincere in everything she had said.
He thought about Jill again before he fell asleep. She would make a damned fine throw if she were Interested ... and if her husband agreed to go along.
He pictured Paula with Lyle and this was distasteful at first. But as he continued to think about it, he developed a peculiar excitement over the Idea. Paula's big tits would turn Lyle on, he Imagined. Jill had smallish ones. Joe felt what could only be described as a surge of pride over the way he imagined Lyle would feel when he took Paula in his arms.
Man, he had adjusted himself to the idea already!
It was amazing but true.