Chapter 2
The following morning Paula called Jill shortly after Joe had left for work.
"I'd like to come over and yak for awhile," Paula said. "Are you going to be home?"
"Sure," was Jill's answer. "Tell me when you'll be here and I'll have a fresh pot of coffee on."
"Tenish?" Paula asked.
"Fine."
"Bye for now, then," Paula said and hung up. She smiled to herself.
The idea of the swap had been entirely her own. Jill bad said nothing to indicate dissatisfaction with her marriage. Paula had no idea whether or not the other girl would go along with her scheme. It was going to take a stronger selling effort than she had put on last night with Joe. But it would be well worthwhile if it worked.
She thought of entering a bedroom with Lyle Carpenter, stripping in front of him and watching his eyes as she unveiled her beauty. What a kick! He wasn't the sharpest, most aggressive person In the world, so he probably hadn't had much experience with women other than Jill. In fact, he might never have had another woman. It gave Paula a special thrill to contemplate that possibility.
When Paula was fifteen years old, she entered Into an erotic relationship with an older man which was to have a profound effect upon her adult attitude toward sex.
She had fully matured by the age of fifteen. Her breasts were large and ripe and inviting to males. Her hips were warm and womanish. Her legs were smooth creamy delight.
Living as a boarder in her home was her Uncle Jack, a happy-go-lucky sort who took life as it came and took what he wanted from it. His wife had divorced him because he had played around with other women, and she had custody of the children. Paula's father let his brother move in with them because they had a large house and Jack's board payments would help them keep it up.
Jack didn't make a play for Paula's mother. This had nothing to do with moral considerations, but was simply because be could find and' seduce prettier women elsewhere. But Paula was a different matter. She was young-thrillingly young-and she had a build on her which made Jack's forty-year-old pulse beat like it had when he was twenty. Also, she was casual in the way she dressed around the house, frequently scampering through the hall in panties and bra or coming to the breakfast table in a robe with no bra underneath; sometimes the robe would slip a little and Jack was treated to a view of the inner halves of her breasts. When she was outside and the weather was warm, she always preferred shorts and a halter to conventional attire.
A man of strong character would have been tempted to go after her, but he would have resisted. Jack was tempted ... and acted on the temptation.
One afternoon when Paula arrived home from school, she found that her mother was out and Jack was in the house alone.
"How come you're not working today, Uncle Jack?' she asked.
"Oh, they switched my shift at the factory. I don't go to work until midnight."
His eyes lit up as he looked at her. She was wearing a snug sweater that cuddled her tits and a hip-clinging skirt that showed the leg lines of herpanties ... as well as the full ripe curves of her fifteen-year-old ass.
"Where's Mom?" Paula inquired as she faced him again after placing her books on the library table.
"Out shopping. She said she wouldn't be back until five-thirty."
"Weil!" She smiled warmly. "Looks like you and I have the place all to ourselves."
Her smile and what she said could have been Interpreted as flirting, but Paula had no such motive in mind. Her attitude was that of a normal teenaged female who derived a clean natural enjoyment from the admiring glances of the opposite sex. She enjoyed her father's admiration and her uncle's, as well as that of the boys at school.
But the circumstances and her manner, and the delectable way she was dressed in that snug sweater with her knockers sticking out, tripped Jack's switch and caused him to act on the desire he had been nursing for a long time.
He got up and moved toward her.
It was such a shock to Paula when he pulled her into his arms and began kissing her around the neck and ears that she couldn't marshal any resistance at first. Also, his kisses gave her a thrill. She knew this was terribly wrong, but her young eager body did not.
Now he was pulling her even tighter against him and his lips were clamping over her mouth. He sucked at her sweetness and forced her lips farther apart. She could feel her nipples rising in her bra as her breasts dug into his hard torso. His hand in the small of her back produced excitement, and then when he lowered It to span the full firm curves of her bottom, she nearly went up in flames.
His tongue was plunging at her now and this produced added stimulation. With arousal came fear because she knew what the situation was apt to produce, and she understood the risk of pregnancy. She had been taught that sex outside of marriage was a sin. Somehow she knew it would be a greater sin to have sex with an older man and a sin compounded to have sex with her uncle. So she began to fight him.
Jack was lithe and strong and in excellent shape for his age. Now that he was fired up, he determined that nothing was going to keep him from taking this luscious young wench. The fact that she was his brother's daughter made no difference to him at the moment-she was a ripe young female and he was a male who wanted her. That was all that was important.
She swung her fists, landing blows on his chest and arms and the sides of his head, but they didn't hurt him. He concentrated on wrestling her halfway across the room to the sofa and flinging her down upon it.
Once she was on her back, he dropped to his knees on the floor beside the sofa and managed to restrain both her arms with one of his while his free hand toured her writhing young body. He pawed her tossing tits and found them marvelously full and firm. He placed his hand between her bare scissoring legs and ran it up her hot thighs until he was in contact with the silken crotch of her panty briefs.
Paula was crying and gasping, but with his touch at her loins the fight almost left her. She became turned on fully for the first time in her young life; carnal desire overcame her sense of morality and even her fear. She continued to make feeble gestures of resistance, but both she and Jack knew that the fight was really over and that he had won her.
He caressed her tingling young vagina through her pants, then hooked a panty elastic aside and brought his fingers into direct thrilling contact with her flaming flesh. No boy had ever touched her there, and the excitement-which the touch produced was tremendous.
"Oooh!" she cried. "Uncle Jack! What are you doing to me?"
"You're so sweet," he husked. "So luscious. I've got to have you. Don't fight, honey. Give in to Uncle Jack and it'll be wonderful for both of us."
Then he bent and pulled her skirt and slip up. In spite of what she knew to be wrong, Paula lifted her buttocks to let the garments pass from under them, and Jack drew them all the way to her waist.
He pulled her panties down.
The sight of her girlish passion nest, Its curls so black and glossy next to her smooth white flesh, drove Jack nearly out of his mind with lust. He pulled her legs apart, propping one of them on top of the sofa and placing her opposite foot on the floor. Now she was totally exposed to him. Her pink slit gleamed.
With a gurgle of mad delight, Jack bent across her thigh and buried his face in her loins.
Paula cried out sharply and twisted in mixed agony and ecstasy against the couch as his probing tongue violated her sweet young groove. His lips pressed and suctioned. His teeth nibbled at her flesh.
His hands were pawing at her sweater at the same time, feeling for the buttons and opening them, then laying the halves of the sweater aside. He felt all over her bulging bra cups, then managed to stretch the bra so as to work the cups upward off her mounds. He palmed both breasts, rubbing and titillating the nipples. He trapped the nipples between his fingers and thumbs and curledhis other fingers around the luscious globes.
"Oh, Uncle Jack!" the girl squealed as his tongue kept delving into her sweetness and his hands brought exquisite torture to her tits.
Then suddenly he was on his feet, stripping his pants and shorts down. She stared at his tremendous upthrust organ and a new wave of fear struck her. But she was beyond the point of resistance. Now she wanted to experience the new sensation he was going to give her. She really wanted to.
And so her only cry was, "Don't hurt me! Oh, golly, be careful!"
Jack mounted her.
He was not careful in any respect. Upstairs in his bedroom he had a box of rubbers, but he wasn't about to leave her to go after them. And as for being gentle with this extremely succulent young virgin, that was the furthest thought from Jack's mind. The quality of his approach was little different from that of a bull with a new heifer or a hound with a sweet young bitch.
As soon as he found the exact spot for penetration, he pushed with the full force of his hips, sending his inflamed prick deeply into her tender recesses. Her anguished scream ripped the air. He pulled back and drove deeply into her again, giving her more agony. He pulled and thrust, pulled and thrust, snorting with glee as he did so. Each motion further tore her shattered flesh. She thought she would pass out, but somehow she held onto consciousness. However, she derived not an iota of pleasure from the act.
Jack's pleasure was tremendous. He hadn't possessed a virgin in years, and even when he was a teenager himself he had never been with a girl quite as young as Paula.
He pumped her with steadily increasing speed, paying no attention at all to her cries of pain and protest. The motions of her body in trying to ease her suffering merely added to his excitement. His swollen penis drove and retreated, entered and withdrew, moved up and down and in and out, faster and faster as she screamed.
Jack finished with a magnificent final lunge that impaled her to the hilt of his strong sexing sword, and she shuddered as his joy juice gushed, striking her deeply and seeming to trickle into her depths.
Afterward Jack was a totally changed man.
He felt no remorse, for how could a man regret such a thoroughly thrilling experience as he had just had? But now that his lust had been retired, fear took its place. He was afraid that Paula would tell on him or that she would become pregnant.
Also, there was blood on her and on the sofa cushion.
He helped her to the bathroom where she cleaned herself up. She was numb mentally, though pain still throbbed within her. As soon as she emerged from the bathroom, he guided her to her bedroom and he sat down on the bed beside her. He took her in his arms.
"You're gonna be all right," he said. "I know it hurts like the dickens now, but that will pass pretty soon, "and then you'll be glad I made a woman out of you."
Paula hardly heard him. The trauma of what had just happened, both mental and physical, was so tremendous that she couldn't think and, except for the dull throbbing which continued in her loins, she couldn't feel.
Uncle Jack kept talking:
"I didn't use a rubber with you, so there's a chance you might be knocked up. It isn't likely, but there's a chance. If you miss your next period, you come to me right away, understand? I can find a doctor who'll take care of things and I'll pay for it. Just don't go blabbing to your folks. That-would get both of us to trouble. And don't tell any of your girl friends. Just me. Will you remember that?" She nodded numbly.
"When I said you'd get in trouble with your folks if you tell them, I meant they'll blame you for giving me a come-on."
"But I ... didn't," she managed to utter.
"I say you did. Maybe you didn't know it, but that's the way it seemed to me. The fact is, I couldn't help myself. I had to take you. Your daddy, being a man, will understand that. So it'll be best for both of us if you don't tell anyone. I'll standby you, honey. Remember that."
Paula remembered, and she did as her Uncle Jack said. She kept quiet.
She remained miserable for the rest of that day. When her mother asked her what was wrong, she said she guessed she was catching a cold. She carefully wrapped up her pants that had blood on them and put them out with the trash.
As for the blood on the sofa, Jack had reversed the cushion immediately. The next day, when he was at home alone, he carefully removed the stain with some cleaner he had purchased.
Paula's soreness had diminished by that morning and, within two days, she felt normal again. But she was worried" about being pregnant, and the shock to her young psyche which the experience had produced remained with her. She could hardly look at Jack any more. She even had difficulty looking at herself to the mirror.
She took Jack's self-serving remarks to heart: Perhaps she had encouraged him to do what he did. Perhaps she was a shameless flirt. At any rate, what had happened was a terrible sin. She couldn't wash this idea from her mind, and she couldn't keep from blaming herself along 'with him. If Jack had left her alone after that, there's no telling what the long-term result might have been. Surely guilt would have worked its way deeply into her subconscious, along with the impression that sex was painful, and this would have warped her life in a hideous way.
But Jack didn't leave her alone. One taste of honey would not suffice, and he was encouraged by the fact that she hadn't told anyone what happened. If a girl didn't squeal after she was stuck the first time, she wouldn't squeal after the second or third or fourth, Jack reasoned.
The second time he caught her in her room when her mother was away, and the conquest was made easier by the fact that she had only her panties on.
He grinned at her when he opened the door and visually drank In her beauty. "I've come to pay you a little visit, honey," he said, hoping she would submit to him without a fuss.
When she gasped and started backing against the wall, an arm shielding her quivering young tits, he slammed the door behind him and rushed her.
She screamed. Just once. And then she found herself on her back on the bed and he was ripping her briefs off. What did it matter? she decided. What did anything matter now?
She let him take her ... and this time, miraculously, she felt pleasure. Also, this time Jack was prepared and there was no added fear of pregnancy (provided she was not already pregnant.)
There was no pain as his big rubber-sheathed shaft slid up and down In her lubricated love channel. On the contrary, there was great pleasure.
Surprising pleasure.
Pleasure that was greater and sweeter than any she had ever known. As a matter-of-fact, it was totally unlike any pleasure she'd had before.
She responded to it eagerly, wildly, clutching at Jack's back and raking It through his shirt with her nails as he rode her with great zeal, pumping his powerful shaft In and out.
She climaxed, and it was like a burst of fireworks in her brain.
After that, Uncle Jack didn't have to fight to possess her. She came to him willingly, even sometimes initiating the act herself.
He was able to talk her out of her guilt. Though not well-educated, Jack was a smooth man with words and he was particularly adept at the use of words on women.
Also, he was not really a bad man. He did care about other people, even though he placed their welfare consistently second to his own. Paula's youth and her blind attachment to him evoked a sense of compassion, and he went to some lengths in talking with her and trying to make her see that sex was not the awful sin she had been taught it was.
In spite of the totally new relationship which had sprung up between them, Paula still regarded Uncle Jack on a par with her parents. After all, he was her father's brother. So when he told her that sex wasn't really a sin; that parents and preachers and other people spoke of It that way for selfish reasons of their own, she came to accept this. .
"The one thing you positively know about it is that it gives pleasure, right?' Jack said. "Well, pleasure scares some people. Their religion tells them It's a sin to enjoy themselves too much and that they're doing the devil's bidding when they indulge in passions of the flesh. That doesn't keep most of them from doing it, you understand, but it makes a lot of them feel guilty when they do, and they try to ease their guilt by preaching to their kids and putting up a nicey-nice front. Also, if one of their kids was to cause a scandal it would embarrass them, so they're always on guard against that. Baby, you just remember that we're all pretty much the same, down inside. We've all got the itch. Nature gave it to us and she intended for us to get pleasure out of scratching it. The healthiest thing to do is to face up to that fact and not let the hypocrites bother you, because they're doing the same damn thing themselves or wishing they could."
Whether her Uncle Jack's way of looking at sex was healthy or not, Paula didn't know. But she accepted it. In doing so, and in continuing her affair with him, she tended to separate sex from love In her thinking, just as she separated it from sin. She equated sex with pleasure, and that was all.
Romantic love,-she suspected, was more of the hypocrisy that older people talked about-just hooey to gloss over their lusts and to keep the younger generation in line. There had been no romance in Uncle Jack's mind when he had taken her the first time, or any of the times after that. His body wanted her, that was all. When he looked at her, that big thing between his legs got all excited and It stuck up, and he had to do something to work the excitement off.
And wasn't it the same with her? Didn't her little pocket burn and itch when he started to go to work on her, and didn't that big rod of his just fit the bill exactly, giving her all the satisfaction she needed?
She didn't become pregnant, and after awhile Uncle Jack moved away.
The habit of sexual indulgence which she had acquired from him was firmly implanted, however, and she suffered for the lack of a male.
She had turned sixteen and was going out regularly with boys, but most of them didn't try to go very far with her because they weren't too sure what to do or even whether they wanted to do it. This proved exasperatlng to Paula, and she began to take matters into her own hands.
On a date with young Tommy Franklin, when they were parked at a drive-In movie and necking lightly as they watched the show, she let her hand drop to his lap and discovered to her glee that his business was as stiff as a poker-just like Uncle Jack's each time he had come at her.
Paula opened Tommy's pants and brought his rigid rod out Into the open. Tommy just about went ape as she handled him and, when she suggested that they find a more private place where they could park, he agreed. Maybe he was bashful and uncertain, but his itch (to use Uncle Jack's terminology) had become so strong that nothing would do but to scratch It, and he wasn't going to be content tonight to wait until he got home alone in his bed.
Tommy's pecker remained out and Paula kept handling It all the way to the parking spot. Once there, they clambered into the back seat of the old car. Paula pulled up her skirt and skinned out of her silky briefs while Tommy watched goggle-eyed, his penis growing bigger and stiff er. When she opened her blouse and bra and let her bountiful breasts burst into view, Tommy just about shot his bolt then and there.
"Come on!" she Implored him, for she was as hot as he was, and she stretched out on the seat with one leg up the back of it and the other angling down to the floor.
Tommy took one look at her Juicy pink slit fringed by jet-black hair, and his rod jerked, spouting its ejaculation like Old Faithful. The hot semen pelted Paula:
"Tommy!" she shrilled. "For gosh sake, what have you done?"
"I dunno," he moaned miserably. "I couldn't help it. It ... just ... went off."
Paula stared at the wilting wand which projected from the front of Tommy's clothes.
"Can you get it stiff again?" she asked him.
Red-faced, shaken with sexual relief and anguish, he blubbered, "Maybe. Sometimes I can."
"You mean, this has happened before?"
"No," he said quickly. "Not with a girl. I mean ... aw, shoot, Paula, I feel like hell. Let's go home."
He started to stuff himself back into his clothes.
"No!" she exclaimed. "We're going to try again. You'd like to put it into me, wouldn't you?"
"Jeez, yes."
"Then we'll try."
She reached out and grasped his limp tool, fondling it and tugging gently, as if that somehow would make it stand up. The technique didn't work, of course.
"it's no use," he moaned.
"Yes, it is. Come on, kneel down here next to me. Play with my breasts a little. That should do some-thing."
"You mean ... with those?' Tommy said, pointing to her chest.
"Yes." She blinked. "You've heard of breasts, haven't you?"
"Well ... yeah, I guess so. Only the guys call 'em...."
"What?"
"Never mind." He was blushing. "I guess it ain't a good word."
"Come on," she smiled. "Tell me."
"You sure you want me to?' "Yes."
"They call 'em tits."
"Oh," she laughed. "I've heard that. Some girls call them that, too. Come on. Get down here and have some fun."
Tommy did.
His hands on her round firm mounds and on her nipples lashed her desire to greater heights. She murmured, "Wouldn't you like to kiss them, Tommy?"
"Yeah!" he croaked. "Yeah, I would!"
He dropped his face and, as he gathered in a glorious large bud and closed his lips around it, Paula dropped her hand to his lower front.
She was thrilled to discover that he had stiffened again-not to the same degree of fullness and rigidity he'd had before, but sufficiently to make insertion possible, she believed.
She didn't want to get him over-excited this time, so she said, "Come on, honey, and stick it into me now."
"Yeah. Okay."
Paula had gotten a package of rubbers from Uncle Jack before he left town and she reached for them in her bag which was on the floor. She handed the package to Tommy just as he was preparing to mount her.
"Put one of these on," she said.
"Gee!" He took the package and looked at it. "I've heard about these gadgets but I never saw any."
"Well, put one on. And hurry."
Tommy took out one of the rolled rubbers and turned it over a couple of times in his hand.
"Here," Paula said. "Like this."
She helped him.
By the time the condom was firmly in place, Tommy had stiffened to workman-like condition and he was eager to have at her. But he wasn't any more eager than she was. Paula was burning up.
He climbed onto the seat between her legs, and she helped feed his sheathed manhood into the slick tight tunnel that yearned for him.
"Heyyy...." he breathed. "Wow, that's the greatest!"
"You bet it is, honey. Now give it to me good!"
Tommy started to move instinctively, and they each derived a great thrill from the action. He lasted longer than he normally would have because this was his second time in quick succession, and Paula was able to achieve a thrilling and most complete climax before he came.
She dated Tommy several times after that, but she broke the affair off when he started to talk as if he wanted to marry her. They were only sixteen, for gosh sakes! Anyway, marriage was the furthest thing from her mind.
" She tried other boys. By the time she was graduated from high school, she'd had half a dozen, plus Uncle Jack again, when he returned to town on a visit.
She went away to college, and that was a ball. The guys there really knew what they were doing! It was amazing how different they were from the kids she'd dated in high school. She wasn't sure if this was caused by a year or so of added age, the fact that they were away from home, or whether it was because they were a different sort. There was an altogether different atmosphere in the college town-maybe that accounted for it.
Anyway, Paula had a great deal of fun and broadened her knowledge of life and love immensely. As for her scholastic work, she barely passed enough courses to get her diploma.
After graduation, she moved to a large city and took a job in an office. This represented another major Change for her, as far as sex was concerned.
She found herself associating with a lot of older men, most of them married. There were a few young ones, but even they seemed more settled than the boys she had known at college. They weren't so eager for fun and games.
She got dates, though.
Strangely enough, at least half the guys she dated didn't make a play to take her to bed. One proposed marriage on the second date and she dropped him. Another seemed to be building up to the same thing and, while he kissed her good night with great warmth, he refrained from becoming physical with her at any other time and kept drawing the conversation around to children and home styles and whether or not she thought a wife ought to work for a while after marriage so the couple could outfit their home more quickly. She dropped this fellow, as well.
She simply didn't want to think about marriage. Some day she would get married, of course. But Paula saw this as something for later, when she was ready to restrict herself to one man and have children and take care of a home. These things didn't interest her yet. She enjoyed playing the field.
She concentrated on men who were looking for sex, as she was, and she had a good time with them. She enjoyed the compliments they gave her and the approval which she read in their eyes almost as much as she enjoyed the physical merging.
Then she met Joe.
He was an assistant personnel manager at a firm where she applied for a job. She had quit her previous employer because things had gotten complicated; she had gone to bed with several men who worked in the office and she found out later that they were comparing notes about her. Not only that, but word had leaked out to the girls and she had become the principal topic for conversation during coffee breaks. This she didn't care for.
Joe hired her, then asked her for a date.
Next to Uncle Jack, he was the oldest man she had ever dated. There was something about him that reminded her of Jack, but he was more attractive and still youthful in his outlook. He seemed to offer everything a girl could ask for-admiration (he admired her immensely), virility, and a kind of mature strength she could lean on. Also, her experience at the firm which she'd just left had shaken her. She had come to realize that she couldn't continue playing around the way she'd done during her younger years. The men who worked in offices took a different view of sex than did the footloose eager males on a college campus. A different set of values prevailed.
Joe proposed. Almost to her own surprise, she accepted him. They were married immediately in Las Vegas.
Joe pleased her in bed. He wasn't the very greatest lover she'd known, but he was better than average and fully good enough. Or so she believed at the time.
They took an apartment in town, agreeing that they would buy a home as soon as she became pregnant.
But a pregnancy didn't occur. After six months she went to a doctor and was told, following a thorough examination and tests, that she was barren.
Joe was very disappointed Over the news, but she managed to adjust herself quickly. She had never been particularly anxious to have children, anyway. Knowing that she couldn't was a relief, in a sense. But it produced a subtle change in her attitude toward her marriage which probably wouldn't have occurred if she were capable of bearing children and had begun to do so.
Now the marriage seemed like nothing more than a drawn-out sex affair with housekeeping thrown in.
She had told Joe right along that she loved him, and it was true that she was fond of him and looked up to him in a way she hadn't with other men. But love? She still didn't believe there was such a thing.
She and Joe got along well. She felt more secure with him than she would have felt alone and-let's face it-it was nice not to have to go to work every day and to be able to live well on his handsome salary. This had gotten bigger in the last few months and showed signs of getting bigger yet, as soon as the personnel manager retired and Joe moved into his spot.
But she was aware of a lack in her life. A dullness. Sex had lost a lot of its zing.
Joe was as good a lover as ever, but he was just Joe. Before she had met him there was a variety of men: Different sets of eyes that lit up when they looked at her. Different cocks that sprang to rigid attention when she revealed her nudity. Different techniques for making love.
Some men had been very oral with her. Joe could be, but he didn't care to go that way as often as she would have liked.
Some men had been bigger than Joe and they'd hurt her a little when they rammed it in. She had kind of liked that.
Others had lasted a very long time and had teased her and made her extra-wild.
Joe was just plodding, sweet, protective Joe to her now. He filled her basic need in bed, but that was all. The old excitement of sex was largely gone. It was humdrum:
"Roll over, honey, and let's knock off a piece."
It didn't have to be like that. She was still young and very attractive, and she still drew admiring glances from men on the street and in restaurants ... in fact, wherever she went But the look in their eyes was as nothing compared to the look she knew she would get from them In a bedroom after she took her clothes off and let them get a glimpse of her goodies.
And when a strange man took her", It would give her the old zing. She would fly high as a kite and she would get yanked down in a dizzying plunge, and then she would fly again.
She couldn't get quite that sensation from Joe any more. But from a new man....
She and Joe moved to a suburb where they took an apartment Instead of a house. It was plush. Everything was provided for their comfort, including maid service. This meant Paula had a lot of time on her hands.
She became more and more restless.
Joe didn't notice it. He was not particularly perceptive when it came to things like that. His mind was always fiUed with office problems, and he took her for granted.
Paula began stepping out.
She did it carefully, cultivating casual-contacts which were outside the social circle in which she and Joe moved.
Her first extramarital affair was with her dentist. He was married, also, and just as eager as she to have a fling. As soon as she entered a bedroom with hlm ... zap! It was just as she'd known it would be. The force of his driving dick rocketed her to the stars!
The next affair was with a salesman from whom she and Joe had bought their new car. She made a point of seeking him out for a flirtatious chat when she took the car In for its thousand mile checkup, and he rose to her bait. They dated. And they screwed ecstatically.
There were several more, spaced more or less evenly over a span of three years. But the opportunities were limited, there was always risk, and sometimes the affairs were difficult to break off.
There had to be a better way.
Mate-swapping seemed to offer the solution to her problem. She had been reading about it and, according to the books and articles on the subject, it was rapidly becoming America's favorite indoor sport. The great thing about it was that it was open and above-board; no one cheated on anyone else. Since both husband and wife were involved, no one could point the finger at the other later.
The only problem would be to persuade Joe, then to seek out an attractive couple who would play the game with them. After the Initial ice was broken, it shouldn't be too difficult to broaden the activity out to include other couples. After all, wasn't everyone more or less the same, deep down inside? Uncle Jack had taught her this, and her own experiences had seemed to bear it out. So it followed that every husband and wife secretly hungered for a change once In awhile, and this was the perfect way to accomplish it. There would be no hang-ups afterward because everyone would understand at the outset that it was just for fun with nothing else implied.
Paula chose Jill and Lyle Carpenter when she noted how Joe ogled Jill at the party. Also, Lyle interested her. The quiet ones always did. You never knew what they were like underneath until you got them into a bedroom with the veneer of inhibition and hypocrisy stripped away. Usually then they turned out to be tigers. The best times she'd had were with males who didn't come on too strong in a crowd. The personality boys were usually too fed up with their own Importance to give a girl much fun.
But would Jill go for the scheme? And If she would, could she persuade her husband?
Paula would soon know.