Chapter 2
Later that morning, after Pam and Sue had headed off for work, Keith walked out to the driveway and called to his neighbor, "Hey Fred! Hey Fred! You home?"
A moment or two passed before the backdoor opened and a sleepy looking Fred replied, "Yea! What do you want?"
"I want to talk to you for a moment."
"Well, come on in the kitchen," Fred said with a yawn. "But don't make it too long. I've got to get to work in about half an hour."
Keith stepped into the house and sat down at the kitchen table. He decided to get right to the point by asking, "So, how's that pretty wife of yours doing these days?"
Fred nodded his head and replied, "Fine. And how about that pretty thing that you're married to?"
"Not so good," Keith said with a forlorn look on his face.
"Oh? What's wrong?" Fred asked, genuinely concerned. "She looks like the same beautiful Pam Samuels to me."
"Well, that's the problem. She's still the same beautiful Pam Samuels, all right. The same beautiful puritanical Pam Samuels."
Fred noticed that his neighbor had emphasized the word "puritanical". He looked at Keith and asked, "Are you having some trouble with your sex life?"
Keith slapped his hand on the table and exclaimed, "I'm not getting nearly enough pussy. Not nearly enough. That wife of mine-she only puts out about once a week. That's it! That's all! Damn! I need it a lot more than that. A lot more. Especially since she has such a great-looking body and all. I mean-I feel that she's wasting it by not letting me screw her more often."
Fred took a sip of coffee and looked closely at his neighbor. He took a deep breath and sighed, "You know, I could say the same thing about my wife. Sue also acts like a nineteenth century Victorian wearing a damn chastity belt."
"And she's so pretty."
"Yea, but it's all going to waste."
"Whew! I know one thing, I wouldn't mind fucking that brunette honey of yours once or twice."
Fred's eyebrows arched as he looked at his neighbor. "And I wouldn't mind fucking that blonde beauty that you're married to."
Keith smiled. He knew the time had come to plant the seed of an idea into Fred's head. "Are you suggesting a swap?"
Fred sat in silence for a moment. He stared directly ahead and seemed to be intently thinking. The idea of fucking Pam did have its merits. She was every bit as pretty as Sue-and just as sexy too. Unfortunately, she suffered from the same miserable affliction of locked knees.
Finally he sipped his coffee and replied, "I would be, but you know the girls would never go for it."
"Maybe not now," Keith said, "but I heard of a place that supposedly trains prudish women to behave like they're sexually possessed."
Fred looked at him to see if he were joking. When he saw that his neighbor was earnest he exclaimed, "Wow! That sounds like the kind of training that Pam and Sue need."
"Yea. I've been seriously thinking about sending Pam up to Camp Paulette, but the rates are too prohibitive for just one female. It's much cheaper if two or more women go along."
Fred sipped his coffee again and said, "You don't say. Now I'm very interested."
Keith told him all the details that he knew about the place. Fred listened to everything-and even took notes.
And so, later that evening, the boys talked their wives into attending Camp Paulette, a secret hideaway in the California coastal mountains. Naturally they didn't mention what the real purpose of Camp Paulette was for.