Russell,” she said.
“Dad’s a real stud,” Rob said. “You ought to hear him when he’s going at Mom.”
“Yeah,” Ralph said, “we listened outside the door to their bedroom a couple times and they really get with it.”
“Of course, Mom won’t suck his cock for him and that kinda pisses him off,” Rob said.
“How do you know that?” Mindy asked. “It’s true,” Carla confirmed. “Rita’s told me about it.”
“How could she ever pass it up?” Mindy asked unbelieving. Because she loved to suck so much she couldn’t understand any other woman not wanting to.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Carla, once the idea of wife swapping had been explained to her, was reluctantly for it. Mindy explained how she thought it would best be arranged and Carla, from her personal knowledge of her husband and the Russells, made suggestions.
When Mindy went back to Jim Campbell one evening, he said that he had broached the subject with Len Russell and gotten a very receptive response. So much so, in fact, that the conversation had actually gotten around to specifics. They had talked about how each of them found the others wife desirable, but, because of their friendship, had never made a move in that direction.
“That’s wonderful,” Mindy said.
“It’s better than that,” Jim said. “We even talked about actually doing it, but neither one of us thought our wives would go along with it.”
“I’ve already talked to Aunt Carla,” Mindy said. “And I think she’ll go along with it if everyone else will.”
“Carla? My God, how’d you arrange that?”
“She’s not as uptight as you think she is,” Mindy said.
“Geez, I never would have thought…”
“It’s not settled yet,” Mindy said. “You and Mr. Russell will go for it if the wives will, and Aunt Carla probably will if everyone else will.”
“That leaves Rita,” Jim said. “She loves a party, but I’m not sure about this kind of party. Then again, if you got Carla to at least consider it then you might be able to get Rita to go along.”
“That’s what I’m going to find out right now,” the girl said.
She started to leave and Jim grabbed her by the hand, “Look, you can do that later. Carla won’t be home for a couple hours and…”
“No more for you,” Mindy said, “at least not until after the party.”
“Not fair,” he protested.
Mindy laughed and he let go of her hand. “I want to keep you good and horny for Mrs. Russell.”
Rita Russell was home alone. The twins, at Mindy’s request, had made plans for the day that kept them away from the house.
Mrs. Russell liked the bright teenager. Though they hadn’t spent much time together she knew that her twin sons had stuck up a real friendship with the girl, and that Carla had nothing but the best to say about her.
Rita fixed them tall glasses of Coke with plenty of ice and they walked out to the chairs near the [missing text].
“Now that you’ve been here a while, what do you think?” Rita asked.
“It’s lovely,” Mindy said. “But we do get a different impression of California of course.”
“In what way?”
“Well, I expected everyone to be so sexually free, far one thing. I was just talking with Aunt Carla about that. Wife swapping may have been invented in this country but I don’t see much evidence of it. I thought it would be more open, I guess.”
“It does go on,” Rita said. “I’m sure, though I don’t actually know anyone involved. I suppose most people keep quiet about it.”
“I suppose so,” Mindy said. “Did you ever think about doing it?”
“Me? No, I’m happy with Len,” Rita said. “Though I suppose it could be fun with the right party.” She sipped her drink.
“Like the Campbells?” Mindy suggested.
Rita laughed, “I guess if we were going to do it with anyone. I’ve always wondered what Jim would look like without his clothes, being as tall as he is.”
“His cock’s built just like he is,” Mindy said.
Rita choked on her drink. “What did you say?”
“I said that Uncle Jim’s cock is built just like he is, long and thin.”
“How would you know, Mindy?”
The girls eyes twinkled. “How would you like to go to a party?” she asked the astonished woman. “You and Mr. Russell, with Aunt Carla and Uncle Jim.”
“This is all too fast for me,” Rita said. “Just what kind of party are you talking about?”
“Guess.”
“You’re talking about wife swapping aren’t you?” Rita said.
Mindy just smiled and the woman sipped her drink as she thought about it.
Finally, she asked, “Why did you come to me first?”
“I didn’t,” Mindy said. “Everyone else agrees. I came to you last.”
“Carla agrees?”
“Good grief,” Rita said. “And you talked to my husband?”
“Not really,” the girl said. “But I know that he and Jim talked about it and I think if the wives went along…”
“Well, if everyone else goes along with it…”
“Good, then it’s settled!” Mindy gleefully said. “Why don’t you get together with Aunt Carla tonight and plan it out, and I’ll figure out some way to get the twins out of the house overnight.”
“My sister and brother-in-law have a cabin,” Rita said. “I don’t know if they’re up there now, but it would be perfect. They even have a daughter.”
“That sound like fun. Could we spend the night?”
“[missing text] of room. Let me call and see if they’re up there yet.”
The phone call was a simple matter and Rita’s sister was delighted at the prospect of having the twins and a friend at the cabin for a night. They were going up the following day anyway, to spend the weekend, and would pick up the three teens on the way. They could either stay all weekend or come back by bus Saturday afternoon.
After hanging up Rita turned to the teenager. “Fifteen minutes ago I was getting ready to do my housework, and now here I am planning a wife swapping party! I wouldn’t have believed it.”
“I’ll tell Carla and… let’s see, your husband works late tonight doesn’t he?”
“Yes, and what about that? Tomorrow night Jim Campbell is suppose to stay late at the store.”
“I’m sure he’ll make an exception,” Mindy laughed. “I’ve got a couple ideas for the party…”
Friday evening seemed to take forever to arrive.
At least it did to the Campbells and the Russells. Rita and Carla had made their plans and Mindy had talked with each of them separately before Rita’s sister had come by. Mindy left with the twins, promising to see them all the next day. She had told the boys what was going to happen while they were gone, first getting their promise to keep it a secret.
Just before seven Jim Campbell took a shower, changed clothes and kissed Carla.
“See you at eight,” he said nervously, then corrected himself, “I… we’ll be back at eight.”
Len stopped on his neighbor’s doorstep and watched his best friend walk across his front lawn. Jim Campbell stopped at the doorstep, too and, though this had not been pre-arranged, looked back at his house. Len waved to him and he waved back.
They both felt a bit awkward, going into each others house like it was their own, and knowing what was
