"The Young Swappers" - читать интересную книгу автора (Thomas Raymond)

CHAPTER 15

Sheila experienced the wildest weekend of her life with Faye.

The seductive blonde could not seem to get enough of Sheila, and they spent both Saturday and Sunday evening screwing at Faye’s apartment.

When Sheila returned home Monday morning, she was nursing a terrible hangover.

She and• Faye had both imbibed greatly, polishing off a good deal of Vodka in between their pussy sucks and dildo stabs.

Sheila had become an accomplished lesbian lover during the course of the weekend, learning all the ropes about lesbian pleasures, including that of fucking with a dildo.

As she arrived home, however, it was with a certain sense of guilt. She couldn’t quite see her way out of the wilderness. Faye was demanding more sex, and told her that she would be more than happy to stop seeing Joel.

The ironical twist of fate that Sheila just couldn’t get over was that she had achieved her objective, that of getting Faye to stop seeing her husband Joel.

But it was the manner in which she accomplished it that stunned her. In the act of accomplishing her principal objective, she had fallen into a headlong romance with Faye.

She was so tired that she badly needed sleep, so she immediately retired to her room.

It wasn’t until she was laying her head down on the pillow that she recognized the fact she hadn’t even been home to receive her husband’s post-race call, which he made with steady habit.

She didn’t even know how the race came out, since Faye had taken her telephone off the hook so they wouldn’t be interrupted when they were screwing.

If only they hadn’t been so drunk, they would have at least left a line open, Sheila thought.

She dropped quickly off to sleep, sleeping deeply until early afternoon.

Sheila was awakened by a tug at her left shoulder.

She looked up into the face of Joel, who wore an expression that indicated a cross between annoyance and relief.

“What ever happened to you?” he asked.

‘What do you mean, dear?”

“I must have tried to reach you fifty times. Tell me something. Have you found yourself a lover?”

“Of course not,” she struck back woundedly. “Why would you ask that?“

“Here you are, sleeping so soundly that you didn’t even hear me when I came into the room. And it’s the middle of the day. You’re not usually sleeping now.

And you must not have been here last weekend. If you were you certainly weren’t answering your phone or you would have talked to me. I just don’t get any of it. All I know is that you’ve been terribly cold sexually lately. Now you’re not even there when I call to let you know how the race came out.”

“How did you do?”

“I won, for whatever the hell that matters,” he snapped, sitting down in a chair and tensely crossing his legs. “Out with it, honey. I don’t believe in holding things back. That’s never been my way. Just what did happen?”

Sheila’s body began to quake. She threw her head into her hands and began to sob unrestrainedly.

“All right, I’ll tell you,” she sniffed.

Sheila waited until she was able to regain her composure satisfactorily. She then looked up at Joel.

“It all started when I found out about your affair with Faye,” she said. “You don’t have any reason to act like you’re so innocent, Joel.”

For the next few minutes she went into detail explaining all about her discovery of Joel and Faye meeting at the motel. From there she proceeded to the confrontation with Faye.

“I did it because I wanted to save our marriage,” she explained, "but then something else happened.”

As her husband leaned forward, listening to her incredible revelations, Sheila, her voice trembling, explained how she became drawn into sex with Faye.

At the close of her disclosures, Joel jumped up from the chair and walked over, toward her.

He sat on the edge of the bed, running his fingers consolingly through her hair.

“I think that we both made a mistake, and we’d better just remedy it right now,” he told her.

“I don’t understand what you mean,” she looked into his eyes.

“I mean this. I was wrong for suggesting the swapping. That opened things up.

We had a beautiful marriage, so there was no need to rock the boat. I’m sorry, dear. I accept full responsibility for that. But there’s something that I think you should accept responsibility for.”

“Tell me what.”

“The fact that you wouldn’t give me the same kinds of sex sensations Faye would. I don’t want to hurt you, darling. I just want you to show a little more enthusiasm for the act since I have been willing to give you all that I could muster in the way of oral satisfaction, I think you should be willing to do the same thing for me.”

“I don’t know. I would consider it, though. I don’t want to lose you, Joel.

I’ll tell Faye that I can’t ever have sex with her again, If she wants to continue to be my friend, then okay. But no more intimacies.”

“That’s exactly right,” Joel nodded. “And I promise you from the bottom of my heart that I won’t be having any more sex with Faye either.”

“That makes me feel so good to hear,” Sheila said.

Her husband threw his arms around her, delivering a long kiss to her lips which caused their hearts to throb and their bodies to shake.

When he removed his lips from hers, she exclaimed: “Congratulations on winning that race. You’re my hero.”

At that point he began to undo his shirt.