Chapter 4
When Paula entered the Glenwood Heights branch of the First National Trust and Security Bank and stepped up to the smiling Japanese-American girl who tended the second window, she was surprised to see Lyle appear in her line of vision.
She hadn't thought of him as she entered the bank, though she knew of course that he worked there. Usually he was seated at his desk in a cubicle at the side. If their eyes happened to meet, he would wave and that was all.
Now he moved up behind the teller and said, "I'll take care of this customer, Miss Yamaguehi. Why don't you go on your break now?"
The girl looked startled but she issued a meek, "Yes sir," and obeyed.
"Hello, Paula," he smiled.
"Lyle ... nice to see you."
She was wearing a raspberry-pink knit dress of two pieces-an overblouse against which her breasts thrust breathtakingly, and a skirt that clung to her hips and cradled the lush curves of her backside, she had never looked sexier with her lustrous black hair in bangs at her forehead and falling against her shoulders.
Lyle took her passbook and quickly recorded her deposit as they exchanged pleasantries. When he handed the book back to her, his smile held unusual warmth, and there was something in his eyes that arrested her gaze.
He asked, "Are you busy for lunch today, Paula?" She was surprised.
Lyle had never attracted her particularly, in the sense that she wanted him in preference to anyone else. He was a pleasant man, if quiet, and there was a suggestion of mystery about him which mildly intrigued her. She had picked the Carpenters as swapping partners more because of the apparent attraction between Jill and Joe, which she thought would prompt them to agree to the deal. In any event, the Carpenters were to be only a starting point. It washer hope that she and Joe could branch out from there and play the field.
She smiled a little uncertainly. "Are you inviting me?" she asked.
"Yes, if you're free." There was a serious quality in his voice which matched the look in his eyes.
Jill must have talked with him about the swap. That was the only explanation. Now he wanted to discuss the idea with her.
All right, she thought. Perhaps she could bring him around today and they could all take off together next weekend.
"I have nothing planned," she said with a smile.
"Why don't we meet at the seville at twelve-thirty? I'll make reservations, because they're usually crowded."
The Seville! she thought. He was outdoing himself.
"All right, Lyle, I'll meet you there."
They exchanged smiles and he remained at the teller's window to watch the rolling sway of her buttocks as she left the bank. What an ass! God, he'd never been with a woman who was built like that.
Paula was a little apprehensive about meeting him publicly this way, but after all it was only for lunch and then they would go their separate directions.
At the restaurant he seemed nervous. They ordered drinks and, at his insistence, had a second round, she kept waiting for him to bring up the matter of the proposed swap, but he didn't. She was no longer sure whether Jill had talked with him yet.
He kept watching her in a peculiar way, as if he were sizing her up or getting ready to spring something. His manner made her uneasy.
Finally he said, "I like you very much, Paula. Am I imagining it, or do you like me, too?"
"Of course I like you, Lyle." She watched him uncertainly, wondering what he was leading up to.
"Well enough to ... go out with me some evening?"
Her lips parted but no speech came. What could she say?
Finally she recovered: "Jill's one of my best friends." She lightened it with a smile as she added, "I doubt if she would understand, do you think?"
"she doesn't need to know," he said quickly.
"Lyle, I couldn't do that."
"But you suggested a weekend date for the four of us, and Jill had the idea that you ... well, were thinking about a mate swap."
She studied him. "I was, and that's entirely different from what you proposed."
"Sure. My way is better. Joe and Jill won't be mixed up in it."
"But that's the whole idea-to get them mixed up in it; to get all of us in it together."
His eyes narrowed a little. "You mean you prefer it that way?"
"Of course."
He looked down. "That's out. I wouldn't let Jill sleep with another man. I'm surprised you'd let your husband go with another woman ... when you know about it."
She laughed. "Oh, Lyle! It's all right for you and me to have a ball by ourselves, but it isn't all right for the four of us to have fun together, hm? What a crooked sense of morals you have!"
He put down his fork with a solid sound. "I'm sorry you feel that way about me," he said coldly.
Her hand came across the table to clasp his. He got a thrill.
"I'd like to have some fun with you," she said softly. "Really I would. But only if your wife and my husband know about it and share the same privilege. And it would be a ball and only that. Nothing serious."
He was excited by the touch of her. Christ, he couldn't let this chance slip!
"That's the only way?" he asked.
She nodded firmly. But there was a little smile on her lips, and her dark eyes were sparkling.
"I don't know how you can propose such a thing. Don't you love your husband?"
"Certainly. And he loves me. You and Jill love each other, too, I hope."
He remained silent, watching her.
"It's that way or nothing, Lyle."
"How many ... other couples have you and Joe swapped with?
"None. We're novices just like you and Jill."
"It sounds to me like you're starting a dangerous practice."
"If you're not sure of Jill, perhaps it would be. Don't let me influence you. If you don't want to do it, say so."
"But I want you."
"That's the only way you'll have me," she told him again, enjoying the sensation of dangling him on a string. "Jill will be with Joe while you're with me."
"Joe's agreed to this?"
"Yes."
Lyle stiffened. "He wants Jill, is that it? And you're doing his dirty work for him."
Paula directed her attention to her plate. "I think we'd better forget it, Lyle, if that's the way you feel. It would never work."
"Damn it, no!" He grasped her hand again. "Now that I know I can have you, I must. But why can't we make it by ourselves?"
"Because it isn't that sort of game. What you're suggesting would be sordid and dishonest. The other is straight-forward and clean; no one is cheating and no one's being cheated. That's the only way I'll have it. Now, what do you say-yes or no?"
He watched her for several seconds, then whispered, "Yes," and looked down at his plate.
The fun was already half out of it as far as Paula was concerned. Now that Lyle had let down his guard with her a little, he didn't seem as attractive as he had before. But she would go through with it, mainly because it would condition Joe for further swapping.
"Next weekend?" she asked.
"All right."
"Do you have any preference about where we go?"
"Pick the place," he told her. He sounded like a man being squeezed into a corner rather than one about to embark upon the most exciting sex adventure of his life.
"How about the desert? It's fine this time of year. There's a nice motel where Joe and I have stayed at The Springs. But I'm sure the managers won't remember us. When we register, you and I will be the Carpenters, Joe and Jill will be. the Wellses. Okay?"
"I suppose so. But I still wish you would reconsider."
"No chance." She smiled at him. "Relax, Lyle. It will be kicks all the way around and no regrets afterward. That's the beauty of it."
"I hope you're right."
"Well, the Carpenters are lined up for this weekend," Paula told her husband that evening. "Jill called me today and said Lyle had agreed."
"Great!" Joe smiled. "The more I've thought about it, the better it sounds. Just remember that the whole thing was your idea, though."
"Why? You sound as if I might live to regret it."
"You never know. I might just get hung up on your friend Jill. And how about Lyle after he gets his hands on your big knockers? Jill's a little small in the titty department."
"I'll turn off Lyle fast, darling," she said as she crossed the room and planked herself on her husband's lap. "This is just for kicks, nothing else. I think Lyle and Jill understand that." She lowered her voice and brought her face very close to Joe's. "And you'd better remember it, too, you hound dog."
He chuckled and brought his hand up to her thrusting breasts. He began to massage them through her dress and bra.
"I never get tired of these," he said. "A pair of little ones might be fun for a change, but I'll always come back to mama's block-busters. You can be sure of that."
"You're so romantic!" she chuckled and straightened her shoulders, pressing her bust more firmly into his active grasp.
She began to feel his erection against her seat, and then he worked her dress-top up and opened the hooks of her bra. He raised the overblouse at her front and lifted the bra cups off her lush out-thrust mounds.
Her bare breasts stood poking at him-round and white and soft-textured except for their puckered reddish tips. He grasped one in each hand and thrilled to the resilient firmness as his fingers pressed. His thumbs rubbed back and forth across her nipples, bringing them up.
With a little growl he brought his mouth to a thrusting red tip, enclosed it, and began to suck.
"Oh, daddy, you do that so well!" Paula murmured, wriggling her bottom against his risen shaft.
He went to the other breast for kissing and manipulated its twin with his hand. His other hand slid down across her bare midriff, under the elasticized waist of her skirt and under her slip and panties. He ran his fingers into her curly fluff ... and further yet. she parted her hot thighs a little and let him tickle her lips.
"Let's do it here," he said as he raised his head. His voice was a little husky. "I want to screw you right in the middle of the floor."
"Darling! You haven't suggested anything so wanton in years." she laughed merrily.
The idea of the swap was already working, she decided. It was loosening them up even before it took place. she got off Joe's lap and stood in front of him to strip her blouse and bra away, then whisked her skirt and half-slip off in a single gesture, she wore tan hose which were hitched to a white garter belt beneath sleek-fitting nude panties.
Joe, standing in front of her and pulling eagerly at his clothes, showed an impressive hump at the front of his trousers. Paula lay down with her panties on and, when Joe took his trousers away, his erect rod sprang out at her through the fly of his boxer shorts.
"Jill's going to like that," she purred. "What do you think-is she oral?"
"Isn't everybody nowadays?" Joe replied and yanked his shorts away.
"I was beginning to have my doubts about you," Paula said. "It's been quite a-while since you've done me."
"Oh, yeah? Well, you won't have to wait any longer."
Paula glowed in anticipation.
On his knees beside her, he drew her delicate nude-colored panties off and gazed at the lush darkness which was fully exposed to his admiring eyes. He gave her briefs a toss behind him and parted her legs with the stockings and garters still on them.
"Darling!" she cried as he hopped to the ready between her thighs and lifted her lovely legs onto his shoulders.
He used his thumbs to open her vagina, then bent to sample the luscious fruit.
Paula jammed her eyes closed and wriggled ecstatically as his tongue entered her slit. He maneuvered it deftly, maintaining steady contact with her clitoris, she moaned and in just a little while her belly began to bump against him. She cried out as she took her first climax.
He scrambled up over her and pleased himself by inserting his rod between her large breasts, she used her hands to rub the full globes against his throbbing rod. His eyes were closed as he leaned forward, braced on his arms.
After he had enjoyed this sensation to the utmost, he straightened and gripped his shaft, directing the gleaming tip of it to first one of her nipples and then the other.
Paula moaned.
He scrambled further forward and braced himself on his arms once more. Paula took the head of his rod in her mouth, she sucked at it lightly and worked her lips. Her tongue swabbed all around. The sensations which he received were breathtaking. A man of lesser staying power would have let go then and there, but Joe didn't. He was anticipating even greater delights.
"Onto your hands and knees," he commanded as he pulled his lollipop away.
He dismounted and she responded to his order, presenting the lush divided beauty of her butt. The cheeks were plump and white and set close together. Her garter belt and stocking tops framed them delightfully. Between the tops of her thighs, her pretty box beckoned, light-brown and puffy with a black furry trim.
On his hands and knees, Joe moved up to it. He held his bone-hard staff and directed its resilient moist head to the division of her cunt. He parted the slippery lips and slid inside.
"Oh, daddy!" Paula cried, "screw me good!"
She began to rotate her bottom as he stroked in and out. After a while he varied the straight plunging with a rotating motion and she whimpered in delight.
He reached underneath and manually stimulated her clitoris as he enjoyed the shallow possession of her vagina, its clasping mouth stimulating the sensitive nerve endings of his ridge. He also enjoyed the rubbing and patting of her plump buttocks against his front.
He knew just how long to continue this. When each of them had reached a point where nothing would do but to screw the good old fashioned way, he pulled out and directed her onto her back. He dropped onto her belly and dug his hands underneath to fill them with the smooth resilient rondures of her ass. His rod surged into her seething depths and they churned together with lustful abandon, going faster and faster until Paula was crying in her bliss and pressing up to him, her inner muscles contracting. He went off like a repeating rifle, and the recoil was tremendous!
Moaning happily, he twisted to press his face against her perspiring bosom, which heaved like a billowing sea with her deep breaths of satisfaction.
Paula was joyous. It hadn't been this good with Joe in ages. The mere thought of the fun which awaited them that weekend had done it. It had put a new spark in him.
She wondered if Lyle Carpenter could possibly be as good.