Chapter 7

It had been so long since Jill had gotten a really good loving that she had almost forgotten what it felt like.

In the early days of her marriage, she had made allowances for Lyle's ineptness. Her love for him had blinded her to his clumsiness at sex To her, at that particular time, physical considerations were secondary; she had chosen the man with whom she would spend the rest of her life, for whom she would create a home, and by whom she would have her children. But as time went on and he didn't improve as a lover, frustration accumulated. Still, she refused to face the issue squarely, she forced herself to concentrate on the good points of their marriage.

But now, after a night with Joe, she couldn't deny the importance of sex any longer. He had reawakened her to its glory. And she remembered now how good it had been with the few men she had gone to bed with before her marriage.

As the first light of dawn crept across the desert and seeped dimly through the drapes into the room which she shared with Joe, she looked at the sleeping male who lay on his back beside her, his dark hair mussed and his cheeks bristling with whiskers. He was nude, and the bedclothes covered him only as high as his navel. , she sat up and smiled to herself as she brushed an errant lock of blonde hair away from her eye. She reached and carefully lifted the covers and tossed them over the foot of the bed.

She gazed at Joe's maleness, which lay relaxed at his crotch. New desire surged within her.

She got up on her knees and hesitated for a moment, wondering if it would be all right to awaken him this way or whether he would be angry. She decided she would have to do it whether it made him angry or not.

Extending a smooth slim leg over his supine form, she straddled him and let herself down. His soft penis and testicles felt peculiar against her snatch.

He made a little sound and turned his head on the pillow. His eyes remained closed.

She bent and began kissing him around the face. His prickly beard was uncomfortable to her lips and cheek, but she overlooked that. She inserted her tongue tip between his lips and moved it back and forth shal-lowly.

"Nnnn," he said and twisted again, but he continued to sleep.

She backed up a little and started kissing him on his hairy chest. She licked at one of his masculine nipples while she rubbed the other one.

She was seated on his thighs now, and his sex was exposed. She looked at it and noted that his pecker had flattened out a little. It looked as if it were thinking of standing up. Yet he apparently hadn't awakened.

She put her hand on him, wrapping it around the good-sized soft cylinder of flesh. She began to manipulate it.

It stiffened quickly.

And Joe woke up.

"Hey...!" he said.

"Surprise," she smiled, her blue eyes twinkling in the sparse light.

"How long has this been going on?" he asked in a voice that was husky from sleep. He smiled and his hands lifted to her bare breasts.

"Not long. Kissing wouldn't wake you up, but when I started to play with you down here, that did the trick. Mmmm," she said, watching what her hand was doing, "that's a nice big tool you carry. And it's so hard!"

"Let's see if we can put it to some use," he suggested.

"Just what I had in mind."

She raised herself and moved forward, tilting his rod so that it touched the soft moist center of her desire. She lowered herself slowly and absorbed him.

He let out a blissful breath. "Oh, what a beautiful morning!" he said and she went to work.

She twisted delightfully and stroked up and down on him. The sensation was wonderful.

Lyle would never let her sit on him like this. As far as he was concerned, sex could be practiced in only one way.

Lyle I She didn't even want to think of him now.

To Joe, the sliding clasping pressure of her lubricated pussy was sheer delight. She moved it so nicely, and her little trim tits jogged tightly up and down. He used the flat of his hand to caress her straight tummy, then lifted both hands to her breasts and twiddled them like knobs on some marvelous sex-control panel.

The knob-twiddling seemed to accomplish something, too, because Jill increased the agitation of her warm, wet cunt, and pretty soon it felt so extremely good that Joe had to assume a more dynamic position with her, one that would give him complete control of the action.

"Hold on," he said, gripping her. "We're going to roll over."

She stopped moving and adjusted her legs. The locked lovers rolled, and he stayed in. She threw her legs up over his back.

"Go, man!" she exclaimed lustily. "Rock me like hell!"

He rocked her. He socked it to her. And by this time she was ready to take it just like that. She thrilled to the rapid driving action of his thick stiff rod and she pushed herself against him, squeezing him with her encircling legs.

"Oh, yes!" she exclaimed. "More ... more ... give it to me! That's it! I love it! Oh, you stud! Give it to me haaard...!"

She climaxed, gripping him and squealing, arching her body and throwing her head back, her mouth and eyes wide open.

His release was beautiful and complete, draining him of every drop of lust.

Later, as she bathed, Jill reviewed in her mind all the pleasure she'd received during the last few hours and she decided that her life couldn't go on as it had been. She couldn't permit Lyle to continue cheating her out of the sweet satisfaction which sex should give.

Now she felt blissfully relaxed. It-was as if she had undergone a marvelous chiropractic or osteopathic treatment at some fine doctor's skilled hands. The subtle tension which she had learned to live with during the last couple of years was gone, washed away on a glorious tide of release.

The foursome met at the appointed time for breakfast and Jill was radiant. Joe was smiling. Lyle looked edgy, more so than on the afternoon before. Paula smiled, and it was impossible to tell exactly how she felt or what she was thinking, but there was a touch of darkness underneath her eyes.

Everyone looked at everyone else, as if in a sense they were all seeing one another for the first time. Lyle's glance at Jill was at once apprehensive and slightly accusing, she smiled at him and at Joe and Paula. This morning she had smiles for the whole wide world.

The question of how they had spent the previous night was not discussed. They talked about everything but that, though it obviously dominated each person's thoughts as they looked at one another.

When breakfast was about over, Paula excused herself and got up from the table. "Wait ... I'll join you," Jill said, and they trotted off to the ladies' room together.

As soon as the door had closed and they found that they were alone, Jill asked, "Well?" Her eyes were sparkling as she eagerly awaited a report.

Paula shrugged and sat down at a make-up mirror.

"Nothing?"

"It was all right. How did you and Joe make out?"

"Heavenly!"

Paula turned on the stool and gazed at her friend.

"I'm sorry," Jill said.' "I suppose I shouldn't gush so. But I can't help it. He's a marvelous lover, Paula. He zinged me into orbit three times. But, then, I don't have to tell you how good he is, do I? He's your husband!" She laughed.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourselves," Paula said in a flat voice and resumed working on her face.

"You climaxed with Lyle?"

"Why shouldn't I have?"

"No reason. I just wondered. Sometimes he's ... well, a little eager."

"He was that, all right. But we made out okay."

Jill was dying to ask other questions. She had hoped Paula would open up and speak frankly with her. But a curtain seemed to have been drawn between them. Jill wasn't sure why, unless it was because of her enthusiastic praise of Joe.

She should have thought before she let that out.

But she felt so blasted good this morning that she couldn't help letting everyone know.

Now Paula probably was worried. And she had something to be concerned about. She had a damned good man. But she didn't need to fear Jill. After all, they were friends and no woman would deliberately set about to steal a friend's husband.

Would she?

Jill sat down and went to work with her lipstick. "This swapping is quite a kick," she said. "I think I'll try to get Lyle to do it some more."

Paula glanced at her. "You mean with other couples?"

"Mmm. Or with you and Joe again, if you want to."

"We'll see."

Jill watched her friend and hesitated. Then she said, "Look, kid, if there's something you want to tell me, go ahead."

"There's nothing." Paula forced a smile.

"I'm sorry for the way I talked a little while ago about Joe. I didn't mean anything by it. You understand that, don't you?"

"Sure. It's all right."

"He is a great guy, but I'm not hung up on him or anything. Please believe me."

"I do. Now let's forget about it." Paula got up.

During the period that the girls were away from the table, "the two men hadn't exchanged more than a dozen words. Joe had tried to launch a conversation, but Lyle had answered him briskly and looked away.

He's still upset, Joe thought. I wonder how things went last night with him and Paula.

He could hardly wait until he was alone with Paula to find out.

The opportunity presented itself after they drove back to the hotel and the married couples paired off.

"Okay, tell me everything," Joe said as soon as he and Paula had entered his room. "How was Lyle? I understand from Jill that he isn't oral."

"No, he isn't."

He gazed at her eagerly. "Well, is that all you're going to say?"

"He was all right." She moved past him and busied herself by pawing in her purse. "Jill certainly raved about you. You must have given her the full treatment."

"Sure did," he replied jauntily. "It isn't often that a married man gets his wife's sanction to screw around. I wanted to make the most of it."

"How was she?"

"Fun. It was a pleasant change." He grinned at Paula. "Well, what would you expect me to say?"

"Was she a quick study? I mean, did she pop right away? I

"She's about average, I guess." He had his back turned and was opening his suitcase. "No faster than me?"

"I wouldn't say so." He glanced at her. "What's this line of questioning all about?

"Nothing. A girl just likes to know how she stacks up against the competition."

He turned to her with a smile and took her in his arms. "Baby, you've got no competition as far as I'm concerned. And I hope you still feel that way about me. Last night didn't mean a thing except momentary fun. And as for stacking up, these tits of yours beat Jill's by a mile." He put his hands around them and squeezed them through her blouse and bra.

"Go on. I'll bet you got a kick out of Jill's smaller ones."

"Sure. As a novelty. But I wouldn't think of trading yours for hers as a regular diet. Hey, I made a joke!" He laughed. "Anyway, tits are only part of a woman's appeal. The entire body amounts to no more than half. The rest is mental-the kind of person she is, how her personality excites you. Nobody can get to me like you can, darling."

"You're talkative this morning," she said, eyeing him half suspiciously.

"And that's not all."

He gathered her warmly in his arms and gave her a deep passionate kiss.

She felt a hundred per cent better. She had been right about Joe. She didn't have to worry about him.

The only thing she hadn't been right about was her choice of the Carpenters as swapping partners. But how could she have known Lyle would be such a dismal disappointment?

In the cold light of morning she had regretted her promise to meet him on a private date and try to help him with his sex technique. What in the world did she want to do that for? He was Jill's problem, not hers. The less she had to do with him, the better.

But it looked as if she was hooked, unless he changed his mind.

After the kiss had ended, Joe said, "No kidding ... how was Lyle as a lover? I'm naturally curious."

"I told you he was all right. Nothing sensational."

"I get the feeling you're holding something back," he said, eyeing her closely. "And he seemed edgy this morning. He would hardly talk to me."

"I think he regrets the whole thing. He's probably giving Jill a bad time right now."

"Because she was with me, hm?"

Paula nodded.

"That's the risk of swap sessions like this. Some people' just can't handle it. Husbands especially." A mischievous glint came into Joe's eyes. "But I bet he was happy enough about the arrangement last night."

"He didn't exactly throw rocks at me, if that's what you mean."

"I'll bet not." Joe turned to the mirror and began adjusting his tie. "How's he hung?"

"Longer than you. Now, aren't you sorry you asked?"

"Nope," he said and threw her a grin. "Length isn't very important, as you know good and well. Most of a woman's nerves are at the entrance. It's what a man does with what he's got that counts."

"All right, you conceited character."

He gave her an affectionate slap on the buttocks and was happy to feel their plumpness. Yes sir, swapping was fun but it could make a guy appreciate what he had.

Next door, Jill and Lyle were going at it verbally. It had started the moment they stepped into the room.

"Why are you all-smiles this morning?" he challenged. "Don't tell me you actually enjoyed yourself."

"Yes, Lyle, I did," she said firmly. "How did you and Paula make out?"

"Just great." He didn't look at her.

"Fine. I'm glad to hear that."

"I think this whole business was a mistake. People shouldn't fool around with sex. It's not supposed to be a game, and it shouldn't be turned into one."

"I have no regrets," she said, surveying herself in the mirror.

"You don't think there's anything wrong about it, hm?"

"No. Since we all agreed."

"Well, I agreed against my better judgment. And never again."

"I guess that means you didn't care much for Paula."

"How I feel about Paula has nothing to do with it. She's an attractive woman, but She has the soul of a slut."

"Oh?" Jill turned and faced him.

"She thought up this sordid business. Only a slut would suggest such a thing."

"Then I must be a slut, too, by your standards, because I'd like to do it again."

"With Joe?' Lyle's eyes narrowed. He looked as if he were about to spring out of his chair.

"Not especially. It could be with somebody else."

"Well, I forbid it. We're never going to do it again. You understand that?"

"I hear you, but I don't know as I'll agree."

They glared at each other.

Jill was at the point of having everything out with him right now. They had kept their physical problem under wraps for too long.' She wasn't sure that this was the best time, but if he kept pushing her it was going to happen. She wasn't going to put up with much more.

He stood up. "You're my wife, Jill, and you'll do as I say. That's a wife's duty."

"How about a husband's duty?" she snapped back.

"I do mine. I make a good living. You have a nice place to live, good clothes, and I love you. What more could you want?"

"Some physical proof of that love. I'm tired of being treated like a ... a whore."

He squinted. "What are you saying?"

"That you don't treat me in bed as if you love me. You're not considerate. You only think of your own pleasure."

"Oh, so that's it! Joe showed you a better time than I do, huh?' His eyes were snapping, his tone vicious. "Yes, if you want to know the truth!" Her head was back and she looked directly at him in defiance. "I'm not in love with Joe. He doesn't mean anything to me in that way. But he certainly knows how to please a woman. I climaxed three times."

Her words stung Lyle. He had been unable to bring Paula to even one climax. Now he realized that Paula was right when she had said Jill probably missed an orgasm much of the time with him.

Lyle reacted defensively. He sought to protect himself by striking back:

"There's something wrong with a woman who would compare her husband, who loves her, to a stud who's just out for a good time. Maybe you don't love me at all."

"Listen, Lyle...." Tears were welling up in her eyes. "If I didn't love you, I wouldn't put up with all the hell you've given me."

"Hell?"

"Yes! That's what I said. Night after night of barely getting there or not getting there at all, having to fight to hold you back so I can grab a small twinge of pleasure while you're wallowing in your schoolboy lust. I'm sick and tired of it."

"AU right! You're sick and tired? Maybe I'm sick and tired, too. I don't have to be talked to this way. Thank God we held off having a family. Maybe this swapping was a damned good thing. It showed me what kind of a tramp I'm married to."

His use of that word was more than Jill could stand. She shrieked in anguish and swung her hand against the side of his face with all the force she could put behind it.

The slap stung him. For a moment he saw red, and then he grasped her and twisted her around, pitching her face downward across his legs as he dropped into a chair.

As she wailed, he lifted his right hand and brought it down across her fanny, spanking her smartly. The jiggle of firm flesh beneath her skirt and pants felt good to him. The fact that he was proving his mastery felt even better.

He spanked her again, and then he decided that she didn't deserve to have even the protection which her thin clothing afforded. So he leaned against her upper back to hold her in place and he used both hands to work her skirt and slip up to her waist.

White briefs sheathed her bottom. Garter straps traveled from underneath them and down her thighs to grip the tops of her light brown stockings.

As she cried out and kicked and tried to get away, making absolutely no progress toward doing so, Lyle lifted his right hand again and brought it down on her panty seat. It made a sharper sound. Her buttocks shook the thin clinging nylon. She shrieked.

Lyle's hand stung pleasantly. He lifted his arm and let her have it again.

Now he decided that he shouldn't even allow her to keep her pants on, so he dug underneath her rumpled skirt and slip to grasp the top elastic of the small garment. He yanked, stretching the elastic back. Gradually it pulled out from under her and the panties came down, baring the compact beauty of her smooth feminine rear.

He left the panties twisted at her stocking tops and began to smack her on the bare buttocks. The little arcs danced, she cried and struggled, causing her bare ass to twist. He brought his hand down against it time after time, harder and harder, until she was moaning piteously and her bottom turned pink.

Then he shoved her off his knees and let her roll into a heap on the rug. He glimpsed the blonde tuft at her loins, but it didn't interest him as a sex object now.

He was, however, aroused. His penis was stiff, poking uncomfortably against the constriction of his jockey shorts.

He got up and strode into the bathroom. He closed and locked the door.

He took out his rod and moved up to the bathtub. He began to work his hand rapidly back and forth on the throbbing length of his manhood, visualizing his wife's bare ass as he had just seen it, then Paula's lush beauty which had been exposed to him the night before.

He tightened inside.

His hand flew faster.

Suddenly he strained upward on the balls of his feet and his passion leaped as his lower body bucked spasmodically. He groaned.

When he had washed and returned to the other room, Jill was seated at the dresser mirror, repairing her make-up. He noted that her weight was on only one buttock. She shifted painfully, transferring her weight to the other cheek.

He stared at her, not knowing what to say.

The anger-in fact, all feeling-was out of him now. He was left with a sense of vague desolation.

His lips parted. He closed them and wallowed. His lips moved again, as if he were about to speak, but no sound came out.

He strode to the door and out into the blazing mid-morning sun.