the closet with a knife aimed at my back while I'm on top of your wife.”
“Don't be ridiculous, Ray,” Robert said. “I have no such intentions. Just try it, old buddy. Do me this one favor, all right?”
Raymond laughed. “This is really crazy. I don't know.”
“Oh shit, Ray,” Cindy said, “go ahead. You can do it. I'll keep myself busy in the kitchen, with the radio on so I won't hear it.”
Then she turned to me. “Come on Priscilla, make my old man want it. This ought to be interesting.”
“What should I do,” I asked, “present my ass to your husband right here? If he wants it, he'll have to come and get it.”
“It's up to you, Ray. Go to it, old man, it's all yours,” my husband said.
I began to wonder about Robert then. I saw how excited it made him to offer his wife this way. I couldn't understand why he wished to see me have my asshole screwed. But Ray gathered up his courage then and came over to me to lead me by the hand into the bedroom.
Robert followed us, and went into the closet like he said he would. It was the craziest thing I'd ever done, doctor. And it was so funny. Raymond stood there in the bedroom with me, looking back at the closet Robert was in. He was so nervous about it I couldn't help but laugh at his predicament.
He started joking to ease some of his tension.
“What are you going to be doing in there, Robert, pulling yourself off?” he asked.
“Come off it, will you?” Robert said from the closet. “Just get on Priscilla and do it, will you? You don't have to feel so uncomfortable. Come on Priscilla, get Ray's mind off this closet.”
I began to enjoy the role I was playing in this game. I enticed Ray with all the feminine powers at my command. I pulled my dress up and wiggled my cunt around in his face.
That was enough to set him into action.
He went for my panties, pulling them down over my legs. He kept looking back over his shoulder though, to see if Robert was watching him yet.
“Don't worry about Robert,” I told him. “He isn't even looking out yet. Just get some of this stuff.”
Ray was kneeling in front of me after pulling my panties down. I took his head and pushed it toward my cunt. He buried his face in my patch of black hairs and began kissing my cunt lips. I shivered; I was ready for him.
I jumped up on the bed. “Don't look out until you hear the right sounds, Robert. Okay?” I said.
“Okay,” Robert said from the closet.
I couldn't imagine what my husband was doing in the closet, but it was just hilarious to me to think that he was hiding in there, ready to peek his head out at Ray and me when he heard the right sounds. Those sounds started very shortly.
I could hear the radio playing loudly in the kitchen as Ray began stripping me on the bed. I started stripping him at the same time. Once nude, we rolled into each other's arms and began kissing.
Ray seemed to forget about Robert right away. My hairy cunt rubbing up against the side of his thighs was enough to accomplish that. I gyrated my pelvis around, streaking my pussy across Ray's hairy legs. I was getting wet already.
Ray started kissing me all over then. He started in my mouth and then moved to my neck and ears, wasting no time in moving on to my breasts and belly. He manipulated my breasts with his hands as he moved his wet lips on down to my throbbing pussy. My nipples were high and firm from his gentle massaging.
I parted my thighs and let Ray enter my pussy with his darting tongue. What a tongue-fucking he gave me. I was ready to just lay back and let him send me to my climax that way, but I remembered Robert.
I took Ray's head and lifted it from its joyous activity at my slit. “We've got some ass-fucking to do,” I whispered.
“Just let me lick your cunt out,” Ray said in a loud voice, obviously intended for Robert.
“Oh Priscilla,” Ray said, “you've got the juiciest little morsel I've ever sunk my teeth into. Let me lick it out good.”
I caught on to his game right away, and played along with him. We were going to drive Robert crazy in the closet before we got on to the ass-fucking.
“Give me your cock, Ray! Give me your huge cock!” I cried as passionately as I could possibly manage. “I've got to have that big, thick thing in my mouth to suck on.”
To my surprise, Ray flipped around quickly and his cock was sticking right into my face. I drew it into my mouth and sucked on it fervently. I smacked my lips as loudly as I could on the stiff penis. I let my saliva roll out over the twitching organ so I could suck lasciviously on it and make the loudest sucking noise.
Ray was doing the same with my vagina. He lapped his tongue up and down the hairy, wet thing, making the loudest smacking noises you could imagine. Before long, I was so turned on I wasn't playing around any more.
I sucked Ray's swollen organ into my mouth and guided it with my hand around and around my tongue, which pressed against it eagerly. I was sucking him off, and loving it thoroughly, completely forgetting about Robert for the moment.
Ray was giving my cunt a real workout too. His hot tongue ran all the way up my tight hole. I couldn't believe the way this friend of mine was eating me out. The noises we were making were arousing the both of us. What started out as a game for Robert's benefit, was ending up as an all-out fuck session. Did we ever go at it, doctor.
Ray had my hips bucking madly before he finally let up on me. I was thrusting my cunt up into his face with such a frenzy, he had to back out to catch a breath of air. I kept going down on his cock with tremendous passion. I was really getting into it.
But Ray reminded me of our duties. He started playing around with my asshole, rubbing his fingers back and forth across it. It made me feel so unclean, to have a friend like that handling my very anus.
It was different to have Ray fuck me those first two times, but… It's just too sick, Doc. I can't go on.
CONCLUSION
The Vanderbilt's problem is a somewhat unusual one, though it is not the first such case I had heard of. They have to choose between two possible alternatives in coming to grips with the problem.
First, Mr. Vanderbilt could begin to undergo a period of psychoanalysis. The analyst would have to probe deeply into his mind and discover the original conflict which went unresolved and is now creating Mr. Vanderbilt's strange lust. This is a process which would take perhaps seven years. It would be quite costly, and the realization of the source of his problem would not guarantee Mr. Vanderbilt his freedom from the desire to witness his spouse engage in anal intercourse.
The second alternative would be to continue on present course. The Vanderbilts are mature adults, with a considerable degree of insight into their problem. If they can maintain a friendship with the Thompsons, who are equally understanding of the situation, they might very well be able to live perfectly harmonious sexual lives. It would be far different from the norm, but that is irrelevant as long as it is satisfying to the four adults.
The latter alternative appears to be the best for the Vanderbilts at this time, and they have already begun to enjoy their sexual lives together, with the assurance that their behavior is acceptable.
CONCLUSION
There is a great deal that must be learned about this sexual “habit” before any general theory can be formulated. At this time very little is known. The whole question of motivation comes to my mind, and as you now see after reading these six cases, motivation differs from person to person.
It was generally assumed that people who engaged in swapping were bored sexually with the person they were married to. As we have seen, this does not have to be the case, although it is the case in many instances. However, a great many times, it does not apply at all.
