Renee Stevens
Driven Into Swapping

ASP-2021
CHAPTER ONE

It was indeed difficult for Trudy Roberts to listen to the woman who was speaking on women's rights. However, she had to admit there was a lot of truth in what she said.

"Ladies," Marion Jones began, "tonight I am talking to you on the subject of sex. Too long women have been put down by their husbands. Too long it has been an assumption that men have sexual rights that women can know nothing of. Too long men have gone on about the fact that they have sexual needs that women don't have. Now, at last the truth is out. Women have sexual feelings too.

Women have aggressive sexual tendencies, when they allow them to exist."

There was a noticeable amount of whispering going around now, as the women's rights leader continued.

When the meeting was over, Trudy Roberts went home happily to her husband and informed him what she thought of the meeting.

"Well, Vince," she smiled, "I've been to a marvelous meeting tonight."

"Are you still going to that damned action group?" he shot back at her.

"Yes," she said. "And until tonight I never realized how mistreated I have been by you."

"What have I done this time?" he said angrily.

"Every time you go to that damned meeting I'm accused of something."

"Remember that secretary that you stepped out with when we were first married?" she said.

"Yeah, what about it?"

"Well," she said, "things aren't equal. I never stepped out with a man."

"You're chewing your cabbage twice," he said, "we got over that a long time ago. Let sleeping dogs lie."

"I got over it dear," she smiled. "But I was misinformed about my own sexual feelings. My subconscious had been trained not to admit the strong sexual desires. Now, at last I am free. Therefore, I've decided what I need Is an affair."

As Vince looked at his wife he couldn't help laughing.

"What are you talking about, honey?" he demanded.

"I'm trying to think of someone that I should have an affair with1" she said, as she scratched her nose is she thought about it.

"It's making you nervous just thinking about stepping out on me," Vince laughed, not taking her seriously at first.

"I'm not nervous," she said. "I'm determined to live a little."

"Haven't I been a good husband to your he demanded.

"In some ways, yes."

"I read you," he said. "In some ways you're dissatisfied. Don't I give you a good time in bed?"

"Do you want me to answer that truthfully?" she demanded.

"Of course I do," he told her.

"Well," she said frankly, "in a word no. I'm not satisfied with you, dear. You don't put much passion into it anymore."

"I don't what?" he demanded angrily.

"No, Vince," she informed him, "you just do it in mechanical ways."

"Well that's about the most disgusting thing I've ever heard," he snapped angrily.

"You see, lover," she said, "you are living in a different time. Perhaps in the past a woman would take any type of loving and consider it alright. But that is all over. I want someone who can really sock it to me."

"Well when. I get through working at the office, honey," he complained, "I don't feel like socking it to anybody!"

"Oh, you socked it to that cute little chick a few years back," she reminded him.

"That was then," he said.

She looked at him daringly and then she said what was on her mind.

"Well, if I know you, honey," she told him frankly, "you've been playing around and. keeping it secret. I wouldn't trust you further than I can spit."

"Is that a nice thing to say to your husband?" he demanded.

"It's the truth," she said. "I used to get phone calls from different women.

They said they wanted to ask you something about the work at the office. Do you think I fell for that crap?"

"Well, I thought you would," he smiled broadly.

"This is no laughing matter, honey," she said.

"What do you want, a divorce?" Vince finally asked her.

"Oh no," she said. "That would make it all too simple. I want to put you through what you put me through. I want you to lay awake nights wondering who I'm doing it with."

"I married a damned sadist," he said.

"No," she laughed, "I'm a liberated female."

"You are a cheap, lousy-."

"Don't you say it," she said. "I told you if you called me names once more I would step out of your life forever."

"The only reason I'm not using the names," he told her honestly, "is because of what you'd do to me in the courts. You'd carve me up in divorce court, and carry the pieces away."

"Why, honey," she said, "you know I wouldn't do a thing like that. Or would I?"

She was delighting in toying with her husband's emotions, but he was finding no pleasure in his wife's taunting teasing tricks.

"Now the next thing I've got to do," she said, "is bring that magazine home with those gorgeous centerfolds."

"Centerfolds?" he asked. "What do you mean?"

"Well, all of those big he-men sports heroes that are posing in the nude nowadays," she said. "I've just got to drool over them."

"How disgusting," Vince said quickly. "Any sports hero who would bare his body for a lot of women to gawk at him in the buff, must be out of his gourd."

"Not all, dear," she said. "I don't see a thing wrong with a man posing in the nude if •a woman does."

"You wouldn't catch me dead showing my body in the nude," Vance said tightly.

"Well, I hope not, honey," she said. "What that potbelly you have, I'd hate to have people look at, you."

"Damn, you make me mad," he said angrily.

"Wall, how do you think I felt with you looking at all of those Playboy centerfolds and wishing I had a shape like one of those dames?"

"Well," he -said, "there was, nothing wrong with that, that's the way it is with men. After all, men are driven toward women with naked bodies."

"That's slot of crap," she told him. "And from here on in, I'm going to buy male nudes."

"If you keep this up much longer," be warned her, "I'm going to step out of this house."

"Would you care to remove all those years of Playboy?" she asked.

"That's a literary magazine," he said. "And I enjoy reading the articles."

"Well, if that's true, honey," she said, "you won't mind if I tear out all of the nude pictures."

"Don't you touch those," he said fiercely.

"You see," she said, "I touched a raw nerve. You're looking at those women and committing mental masturbation."

"How do you know what I'm doing?" he demanded.

"Well, it's very easy to see, honey," she said. "That look in your eyes when you're looking at those dames means only one thing. You're fucking them mentally."

He didn't haves comeback for that, but he warned her, "I say a man is a man and a woman is a woman. And that's it. And if you try to confuse your role, honey, I've got news for you, I'm through."

"Well, isn't that nice," she said. "If I want the same rights and privileges that you have, it's all over. Oh, it's easy for me to see what a real bastard you are."

"Is that a nice thing to say to your husband? he demanded.

"I'm only telling the truth," she said.

It was perfectly clear to her what he was trying to get across, and it disgusted her more every moment as he persisted in his old thought patterns.

"How about a Saturday night party?" she said.

A knowing look in his wife's eyes. told Vince that it wasn't a party at all that she was concerned with, but a little swap action.

"I'm not going along with it," he said. "I'm not interested in that kind of get together."

"How about cute little Alice Parker?" she smiled. "You've spoken about her enough times."

"Alice Parker is a beauty," he said, "but she's married. Harry wouldn't appreciate me balling with his wife."

"How do you know? Did you ask him?

He was really getting disgusted, the way Trudy had him cornered.

"Alright, honey," he, smiled, "I'll just ask Harry Parker if he wants me to fuck his wife Alice. And, he'll probably haul off and sock me. And, love, I suppose you'll be happy."

"Why no," she aid, "that wouldn't make me happy. But Harry Parker's big cock would."

"Why you cheap, you cheap…!"

He was glaring at his wife, not knowing whether he would dare say this word or not.

"One more time," she said, "one more time. If you dare call me a name one more time, I'll walk out of this house and take everything you've got."

"I believe you would, you bitch," he said.

"There you said it," she said. "Go to hell."

"Well," he said, "I'll just fix you."

He moved menacingly toward her, and then she shouted, "Get away from me, you creep."

Realizing that his wife had him against the wall, he finally decided he would go her way.

"Alright, dammit," he told her, "I'll play it your way. If you want that Mr.

Parker so bad, you can have him. And I'll see if I can fuck his wife. But you'd better not get jealous if I get Alice Parker over here and she enjoys balling me. Women have always been very fond of me, and you've had a lot of jealousy going through you for years."

"Why, honey," she said, "I'm not jealous anymore. I'm beyond jealousy. I would like a little action. I don't think you've been very good in bed lately."

"I'm too busy, working to buy things for you," he told her. "No wonder I don't feel so hot."

"Blame it on me, of course," she said. "Well, my shoulders are broad. It's obvious who is the man around this house."

"O.K., baby," he said. "We'll just live like a couple of guys. "I'll think nothing of inviting another man's wife in and playing around. Oh, that will be fun."

"Sure it will," she said. "It will be playing turn-around. "You've been stepping out on me for years, Vince, and don't you lie anymore to me about it.

Now, I want my vengeance."

"Oh, you, know how to put "things," he said, "you really do. Sometimes I wander how I ever was so stupid to marry you."

"I'll overlook half of what you're saying, darling," she said. "Because the adjustment is rather difficult to make. So, honey, I'm not going to make a big fuss about your actions."

"How generous of you, Trudy," Vince smiled smugly.

Finally, they went to bed, and as they lay there, he tried to get her stimulated. Reaching over, he placed his hand on her vagina. Then, he grabbed her hand and pressed it over his penis.

"How about that?" he said, hoping he would get an erection.

"How about what?" she said. "Just a limp cock is all I'm feeling."

"Will you quit saying that?" he told her. "It will get hard in minute."

"I'll time you," she said.

"You probably would," he said.

She turned on the nightstand light, and watched the clock as he attempted to get a hard-on.

"Well, a minute has passed, baby," she said. "I guess if we're going to get any action tonight, you'll have to go down on me."

"I told you I don't like to eat pussy," be told her.

"Well, I've eaten your cock enough times," she complained. "You go down on me."

Even though he didn't care to do it, he went down on it. And she gloated in it.

"Eat that pussy," she said just as demanding her to eat his cock.

"Eat that pussy, eat that pussy, yes, yes, that's what I like. Eat my pussy, stick your tongue in there, stab it in there, love it, that's how it's done, oh, ah, yes, yes, that's the way I like it keep that going, faster, now you're doing it. Oh, ah, yes, yea, eat me eat my pussy."

"The sensations that were flashing through her body now, were bringing her to the brink of climax.

"Oh, Vince," she gasped, "it's beautiful. Oh honey, finish it, that's what, I like, stab your tongue in there. Lick my pussy, oh honey, probe with that big tongue of yours."

The hot tongue sucked inside, licking her vaginal walls eagerly flipping across her clitoris, and then he brought her to the brink.

"Oh, I'm cuming," she cried passionately, "I made it, baby, I made it."

"It was a moment of triumph for her, and she loved it.

"Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's what I like. Oh, baby!"

The tremendous pleasure that she was enjoying now bad brought her there, and she wouldn't stop her pleading.

"Get it out," she told him, "oh yes, yes, get it, baby, eat it!"

The hot delight that she was enjoying now, really got to her.

"Oh baby," she panted, "I like that. Yes, finish me, baby."

Finishing her, he withdrew his tongue. At this point he was so excited, that he could hardly stand it himself.

"Oh baby doll," he said, sliding his tongue out of her slit, "it was a lot of fun."

"You see, Vince baby," she smiled, "it can be such fun if you'd be a little more open."

"I guess I was narrow-minded and didn't want to eat your pussy," he admitted.

"Sure you were, baby," she insisted, "you know how much it means to me."

"I'm sorry," he said, "but I was thinking I couldn't do it."

"Why, baby?" she demanded to know.

"I don't know," he said, "I really don't."

"I'll tell you why, darling," she said. "It's because you've been brought up to believe that men shouldn't eat women, that the male should dominate the female, and the female should go down on the male and satisfy his carnal craving. Well, baby, I've given you plenty of blow jobs, but it's only on holidays or on vacations that I could ever get you to go down on my pussy."

"That's the truth," he admitted. "Only when I was a little stoned would I do you there."

"A woman who keeps herself nice," she explained, "doesn't have to be difficult, you understand?"

"Yes, Trudy," Vince shamefacedly admitted. "I understand at last it was a lot of fun, honey. Forgive me for being such a narrow minded hypocrite."

"That's alright, baby," she said. "Now if you'll just bring Harry Price's penis home to me, then I can have some fun with it."

"Oh, I wish you wouldn't say it like that," he objected.

"Well, why not, honey?" she asked. "Don't you men refer to women as a piece of ass?"

He laughed.

"You sweet witch," be said, "you are trying to ape us all the way down the line."

"No," she said. "I'm just trying to do what you do. You refer to a chick as a cute piece of ass. She's a cute trick. I know how you men talk about women. You congregate in bars to discuss sports and fucks over the booze. Women are just a couple of big breasts and a tight pussy. Really, honey, we are more than that."

"Oh, don't pay any attention to the way guys talk in bars," he told her.

"That's just the way it is."

"No, honey," she said. "I must pay attention to how you men talk. The things that you say at your play have social significance and meaning."

"You're getting so technical," he said, "you're driving me up the wall."

"I love you, honey," she said, as she reached down and began massaging his cock.

"What are you doing that for?" he smiled.

"Walt," she smiled. "You'll see, honey."

He leaned back, and spread his legs for his wife. He was delighted that she wanted to massage his balls and get him hard. She pumped away vigorously, and when she got him as bard as he could be, she dropped her hand.

"Eat it, sweetie," he told her.

"No, I'm going to go to bed, honey," she said, rolling over.

"You damned little cockteaser," he gasped angrily.

"Oh, that's what you've done to me over and• over," she explained. "You get me all built up and then you let me drop like a sack of potatoes. I didn't appreciate it."

"You're impossible," he told her.

"No, I'm not, honey," she said. "I'm just teaching you what life is like. You don't know."

"Oh yes, I do," he said "I know what is now. You are going to make me subservient to your whims. in other words, I can go down then and eat you and when I finish, I can just jerk off myself."

"Well, I could always buy you one of those automatic jerk-off jobs," she said.

"Forget it," he said. "My. hand is better."

"Well, if you must do it, honey," she said, "go right ahead."

As she talked in this cold-hearted manner, he suddenly discovered that his penis was going limp again. She glanced at it and smiled proudly. She bad made her point, and had achieved her purpose.

"What are you smiling at?" he asked angrily.

"I was just thinking," she laughed. "You really are a riot."

"Am I?" be demanded.

"Sure, you are, baby doll," she told him.

Finally he got to sleep but he could not forget what his wife had done. She had set him back and he didn't appreciate it one bit.

"Hey, baby," he told her. "You know crazy about you."

"Well, I'm crazy about you," she said.

The two of them looked at each other and then he made a suggestion.

"Alright, honey, I'll do as you asked. Today I'll suggest that Alice and Harry come over. And if anything develops out of it, fine. But I'm not going to put the make on Harry's wife, unless I know for sure that he wants me to. I don't care to wind up in a crypt before my time."

"What's all this talk about crypt?" she laughed.

"I've heard that Harry and Alice are two of the most broad minded people that you could Imagine."

"Where did you hear that?" he asked.

"At a bridge, club party last week over at Mona's place."

"What did you hear?" he asked.

"Just this, honey," she smiled. "Over in Honolulu, Alice went to a male restaurant where men run around in the nude. The men put on a strip tease show.

It's a real riot."

"It sounds so fascinating, it makes me want to vomit," Vince said.

"Oh no," she said, "It's wonderful Alice loved it."

"Well, I would be worried if Harry loved it," Vince said.

"Look, baby," she told him. "You men have taken us women to burlesque shows, and strip shows, for years. We went along with you not because we got any kicks out of seeing a woman take off her clothes, but to see what creeps you guys were. We all have the same equipment."

"But the arrangement is a little different in each one," he reminded her.

"That's true," she said, "and you show me the man who can pass up a good piece of pussy?"

"Well, as long as his balls are working, why should he?" he demanded.

"Right on," she said. "As long as my pussy juices are flowing, why shouldn't I take on any man?"

"Damn you women libbers," he complained, "I wish you'd stop it."

"And I don't have, to have any penis envy," she said. "Before we women get through, there will be a lot of pussy envy."

"What?" he demanded angrily. "You mean to tell me those women are telling you that some day I'm going to wish I had a pussy instead of a penis?"

"Well," she said, "not exactly that. But at least you'll appreciate the pussy for what it is."

"I do," he said, "but I'm not going to build a shrine to it, do you mind?"

He began undressing and went into the shower.

"Just think, honey," she said, "that little act of taking off your pajamas could make you a fortune in that restaurant in Honolulu."

He slapped himself on his pot belly, and said, "As a clown?"

When he went into the, shower, he thought about what his wife was saying. He realized what a dangerous thing she'd gotten into. He decided possibly that he should get together with Harry. Only he determined that he would have to get Harry lined up so that he would dominate his wife. For he could see quickly that she was on a dangerous bent.

When he got to work that morning, he went out for coffee with, Harry.

"Do, you want to talk to me about something?" Harry Smiled.

"Yes," he said. "I've got a little, problem with my wife."

"What's the problem?" he asked.

"Just this," he explained. "She's gone off on this women's lib kick. She thinks that the days of penis envy are all over, and we men are supposed to start envying pussy And now the latest thing that she wants to do is have an affair."

"Well, you've had a few, haven't you?" Harry chuckled.

"You're not much help." Vince told him flatly, as be slammed his fist on the table.

"Now don't get uptight about it," his friend told him, "what's happening to you isn't my fault. Understand?"

"Dammit," he said, "I never said it was your fault. But I'm getting sick and tired of the way these women are acting. They're making life impossible."

"Women are women," Harry chuckled. "It's a fad, and once the newness has worn off, they'll go in for something else. One minute it's wedgies, and the next minute it's sex. Then there are the grapefruit diets, and all the rest."

"I wish she'd get a kick to decorate the house over, again," he said. "That's a lot easier than what she's got me faced with now."

"It can't be as bad as all that," Harry said. "You are just overreacting."

"Overreacting nothing." Vines tell him frankly. "My wife Wants me to get you to fuck her."

Harry smiled at him.

"Good idea," he said. "I'd enjoy sex with your wife."

That left Vince limp with rage.

"Well, aren't you going to say anything?" Harry laughed.

"No," he said, "I'm not."

"You're living in the Dark Ages, Vince," he said. "Swap meets are very popular.

Apparently you haven't been keeping your eyes and ears open around the office.

There's a lot of swapping going on."

"I don't believe it," he said. "I just don't believe it."

"Well you know that shy girl, Betty," he said. "Well, she isn't so shy. She unzipped me the other day in my office and pulled me around the office by my penis. I of course refused any sex because I had so much work to do. But if I had a few more moments, I'm sure she would have given me a very enjoyable blow job."

"Betty?" Vince asked in disbelief. "You mean she's peddling her pussy?"

"And her mouth, and her ass," Harry laughed.

"You just can't trust anybody anymore," he said.

"It's not a matter of trust," he told him, "It's a matter of change. The old morals are gone and the new morals are in."

"I'm sorry, Harry," Vince said disgustedly, "but I don't believe in what's happening. These people are going to be sorry some day for playing around like this."

"But wouldn't you rather have your wife where you can watch her?" he asked bluntly.

"Well, you've got a point there," he admitted "I suppose if I had you over, I would at least know who she was doing it with."

"And more important," he said, "I keep clean."

"Oh God," he said in shock and disgust, "I never thought we'd degenerate to this where you have to tell me that you're, keeping your cock clean so I don't have to worry when I see it in my wife's pussy."

"Well, you have to consider these things," Harry admitted. "There are a lot of people who are swinging these days who are singing the blues. They've discovered a disease that they got in the process."

"I suppose it's true," he said. "That's something that has to be reckoned with."

"Yes indeed," Harry assured him. And you'll enjoy my wife Alice. She keeps pretty clean too."

"Good for her," he said, "but I don't feel like catting around."

"Well, Alice would never release me to your wife," Harry assured him, "unless you would play around with her."

"Oh, you're too much," he told him, "you really are."

"No," he said, "I'm just being frank and honest."

"Alright," he agreed. "I'll tell my wife that you are agreeable to the idea.

I'm sure you consider it a major triumph, and she will fly the women's liberation flag all week."

"Do they have a flag?" Harry asked with a chuckle.

"You bet your ass they do," he said. "The white flag of surrender."

"Well, you will enjoy my wife. She does some novel things and she's quite a sexpot if you don't mind my saying so."

"Very true," he agreed. "My wife and I very complete sexual relationship."

The more he talked about it, the more he realized the situation he was in.

"Well," he shrugged, "I guess that to change with the times it's hard, because I never thought I'd have to share her."

"But she's had to share you all these years," Harry reminded him.

"Oh, don't mention my purple past," he said. "I thought I'd lived it down."

"Do you still have that mistress?" he chuckled.

"0h, she wasn't any mistress," Vince defended himself. "She was just a little, college girl who needed some help with her clothes."

"I know" he smiled. "So you placed it in her pussy to help her get some clothes."

"It was an exchange," he said, "and a pretty fair exchange too."

"Well, don't think your wife doesn't know about everything you're doing," Harry assured him.

"Why, did she tell you?

"No," Harry observed, "but women have an instinctive way of knowing when a man Is playing around. They don't say much sometimes, but they know it."

"That's a lot of crap," he said. "She would have clawed my eye out if she'd ever thought that I was out balling anybody else. It has been rough these last few years, keeping up the pace with a chick was paying for at her place and trying to satisfy my wife too. After all, how much juice can I get out of those balls?"

"Don't ask me," Harry laughed. "That's your problem."

"Alright, alright," he said. "Invite your wife Alice over. Tell her we'll have a buffet, heavy on the booze, and light on the food."

"I understand," Harry assured him. "I go for these little sexual parties quite often."' "That's good," Vines assured him, "because I need some guidance. Take me by the hand and, lead me into the paths of sexual sin and swap."

When he got home that night his wife was bubbling over with new Ideas.

"Now, What are you up to?" he asked, as she was filling out an application form.

"I don't see a reason in the world why a woman can't do all the things a man can," she said.

"What are you up to?" he insisted.

"I thought I'd take up karate," she said.

"Oh no," be said. "I can hardly put up with you throwing things, but if you are studying karate, what am I going to do when you're mad at me?"

"Well," she said, "we women must learn to defend ourselves."

"You women have it all over us men. I wish I could trade places with you, Trudy."

"Oh, I'm sure you'd love washing the floors, vacuuming the rugs, and cleaning the windows till they sparkle."

"You haven't done any of those things in ages," he said. "You never clean up the place unless my mother is coming over."

"You don't give me much time," she said. "I have so many other activities."

"Like that gossipy bridge club you go to every Wednesday, and all those good for nothing drunk parties that you wait to stage."

"Thaat isn't a nice way to talk at all," she said. "We women do put on a few social functions, and I'll admit there is a little booze there. But it's certainly not a collection of female drunks."

"Now where were you today, for example?" he demanded.

"I was working for a new charity," she explained. "And it's none of your business."

"What kind of charity?' he demanded.

"Well, it's an L.S.D. Alumni charity."

"An L.S.D. Alumni charity?" he said. "What the hell is it?' "Well, it's people who have burned out their brains on L.S.D.," she said, "and I want to help them."

"How? he asked. "With L.S.D. cookies or something?"

"Why no," she said. "We make picture books for them so they can look at something. After all, they've got to have something to do. And they don't have much of a mind left. But they can appreciate pictures, so we get together and cut out the pictures from the magazines and make scrap books for them."

"Well, that is a nice gesture," he said, "but really, baby, I wish you'd think of me and my charity. This house, these floors, and how about dinner?' "Why don't you take me out tonight?" she asked.

"Why?" he demanded.

"Because, if I was stepping out on you, my lover would be taking me to a restaurant"

"But I'm not stepping out on you," he insisted. "I don't have to take you to a restaurant."

"I just used that absurd argument," she said, "to make it feel more natural for you. But the truth of the matter is, you've neglected your husbandly duties.

You should take me out more often. I'm beginning to feel caged in."

"You're beginning to feel caged in," he said. "How do you think I'm beginning to feel?

"Well, I have no idea," she said. "I can't jump inside your mind."

"Well it's lucky for you you can't," he told her, "because if you knew how angry I am at you right now, you wouldn't believe it."

"Oh, I would too," she said. "You always get red in the face when you're furious. However, at least your eyes flash a bit, and you talk. I get so sick and tired of those droopy days when you drag in here and I know that you probably have been out having sex on the side."

"Why is that?" he demanded.

"Because, baby," she said, "I think I know when I see lipstick on your shorts."

"What are you talking about?' he demanded.

She went over to a kitchen cabinet and pulled out a drawer. A large folder was there, and then she reached in and pulled out a pair of shorts.

"What have you got there?" he demanded.

"A pair of your shorts, dear, and lipstick."

"Put my soiled shorts back in that," he said.

"This is the evidence," she said, "that I would use in court. It would be a terrible thing indeed, to admit such connections were going on. However, I have every reason to believe that you have had some girls going down on you."

"No," he insisted. "I must have cut myself."

"It's not blood, baby," she said. "It's lipstick and, I don't think raspberry lipstick could be mistaken for blood."

"How do you know it's raspberry?" he demanded.

"Because I checked it out," she said.

"How did you do that?" he insisted on knowing.

"I went to the beauty department of a local department store. It was embarrassing to pull my husband's shorts out and ask if the girls could tell me what type of lipstick it was."

"You did that to check on me?" he demanded.

"Yes," she said, "because I wanted to know if I had good grounds for divorce. I think I do."

"I hope you haven't taken those soiled shorts with the raspberry lipstick to a lawyer," he said.

"Well, no honey," she admitted. "I haven't done that yet."

"Well you'd' better never do that," he sa1d, "alright, we're going to have that get together next Saturday night. You wanted to swap. Sure I think Alice is a nice chick. And, I'm sure Harry will dig you. Good luck."

"You mean good fuck, don't you, honey?" she smiled.

"You said it, baby," be said. "I'm not for this swapping, scene at all."

"I am," she snapped. "I'm tired, of getting a soft cock shoved up me. I want, a good rock hard one again."

"Have fun with it," he said.

He went into the bedroom and slammed the door. She didn't bother to come in.

Usually, after an argument, she would come in and ask for forgiveness. She didn't go near the door this time, as she had a point to prove.

Later, when he cooled off, he came out.

"Well," he said, "maybe you'll enjoy this. I hope you like stepping out on me."

"Don't consider it that," she said, "just consider it a little sexual pastime.

After all, dear, we've been doing it to each other for the last five years."

"Yes," he said.

"I've been doing it with just you," she reminded him, "and you've been bringing girls into your playpen."