before-dinner martini. “You sure seem to like her husband, though.”
“The fuck I do!
John stared with startled eyes at the obviously unhappy woman in front of him. I don’t even know my own wife anymore, he thought, she’s still as beautiful as ever… still as sensual, but we’re so tired after our all night sessions with the neighbors that we don’t seem to be interested in normal husband-wife sex anymore. He sighed and then said lamely, “Maybe it’s because we’ve had enough of Laurie and Bill.”
“Could be! After all, isn’t it the same old thing every week?” Joan frowned, then added. “I wish Bill had meant what he said that night… that he could never do it again.”
“You’re really in a state, darling. Maybe the Enright party tonight will make you feel better. There’s going to be about six couples.”
“Yeh… sure…” she answered bitterly, “the more the merrier!”
Oh God, what have we done, Joan thought, close to tears, we were so happy and loved each other. Now we have nothing in common anymore, except fucking someone else. I feel like I’m destroying the only good thing in my life. Dear Jesus, what can I do now? It’s too late to change back into what we once were. I wonder if John feels the same way I do? But, he seems to really be digging other women. Aunt Sara was the first… Aunt Sara… why did you do this to us? Why? Why?
“Joan, you do want to go, don’t you?” her troubled young husband asked, actually hoping she would refuse the invitation, but knowing at the same time that they had become so distant with each other that it was impossible to speak his doubts aloud.
“Darling, I want to go, but I hate that crude bastard, Stan Wilson. He frightens me sometimes,” she shivered.
“Don’t you worry, sweet, I’ll see that no one hurts you.”
“Every time I see him, he makes a pass at me. Afterwards, I feel dirty and used… just from his passes!” Joan frowned in memory of the times Stan had seemingly fucked her with his eyes. She was sure he was a sadist… and if she went to this party he would make his threats become reality. His threats to show her what a
“Oh, he’s just being funny. After all, he’s only a tough contractor who was a laborer until he made enough money to start his own contracting business.”
“As far as I’m concerned, he’s still crude even though he has a lot of money.” Joan sipped her martini, and thoughtfully added, “Darling, I do love you, and I’m sorry. Maybe we just need a change. We’ll see tonight.”
Two hours later, John and his beautiful blonde wife drove into the driveway of the Enright Mansion, built on top of the highest hill in the area. Joan’s eyes swept the full expanse of the obviously expensive sprawling house. The walls were fifty percent glass, and it was built in four sections, connected with glass walled hallways. One section was the living area, one the kitchen area, one a master apartment, and the fourth was built especially for their swap parties. She had heard the house described by Mack Enright’s wife, but had never seen the fabulous decor.
In answer to the doorbell, a young butler opened the door and invited them in. He wore only a pair of tightly fitting knit pants, leaving nothing to the imagination. He was muscular but slim and virile looking. His smile was almost a knowing leer as he bowed to them and then led them to the already swinging party suite.
“Come in… come in…” Mack Enright yelled as he assessed the curvaceous sensual body of John Stanley’s wife. He’d waited a long time to get this stuck-up bitch interested in his parties. Now he’d finally won!
Both of the Enrights, Mack and Virginia, took charge of the new guests and introduce them around the room to the various people. A bartender brought them champagne, and then the Stanleys were very deftly separated. Joan realized suddenly that John had disappeared with Virginia Enright while Mack held onto her arm and led her the other way. Only first names were used, and the young blonde wife was just as glad, because if she continued to feel the way she felt now, she’d never join these horrible people again.
Mack Enright, a big tough looking man, introduced the uncertain Mrs. Stanley to first one person, and then another, but it was all too obvious from the way he possessively clutched at her that he had claimed her for himself. He never left her side as he ordered refill after refill of champagne for her. In time, Joan began to loosen up, the liquor making her less nervous, and the boisterous jokes of her host became easier to laugh at.
After introductions, Mack led the beautiful blonde wife over to the bar stools, and sat Joan down beside him. His arm rested loosely around her waist while his fingers brazenly caressed her naked upper arm as he explained that the other guests had all been there many times and knew each other intimately. She and John were the only new people to join the party. Joan stared around the room at the men and women in various lewd positions… one man’s hand was thrust up under the skirt of a raven-haired teenager whose face was a mask of lust. She guessed that the girl, like herself, had nothing on under her miniskirt.
Then, Mack Enright was digging his elbow into her ribs, calling her attention to Stan Wilson who had just entered the room. “I think you know Stan, don’t you?”
“I’ve met him.”
“Sounds like you don’t like him?” Mack laughed, as he patted her on the thigh where her micro-mini had slid up to reveal her naked flesh up between her legs.
“That’s right… frankly, he gives me the creeps.”
Suddenly, Joan averted her eyes from the sight of her husband standing in a far corner where Mack’s wife had unzipped his pants and was openly caressing John’s nakedly erect penis standing straight out from his loins.
“After all, honey, everybody’s here for just one thing,” Mack grinned, his eyes slitted as he stared at her with a lewdly gleaming twinkle in his eyes, “and that’s fucking… it’s as plain as that. Isn’t that what you came for? To fuck and be fucked!”
Joan groaned inwardly, God, John and she were like innocent sheep at the slaughter. New blood, so to speak. The fear that Mack and Stan both might be sadists had not been dispelled… but the open uninhibited mood that prevailed in the room had not yet caught her up. She trembled and started to rise to go to her husband, but stopped halfway up when she saw him disappearing, staggering slightly, down the hallway with Mack’s wife.
She knew now that there was no turning back… it was too late. Aunt Sara had initiated her into this sick world, and she would just have to live with it… as long as John wanted it.
“My glass is empty… “ she whispered to the pugilistic looking host. “May I have another?”
“Certainly,” he poured the sparkling liquid from a bottle setting on the bar and also filled his.
Joan jumped with shock as she heard her host saying, “The only rule we have for the evening is my promise to Stan. I had to promise him first crack at you tonight. I didn’t want to, but it was an obligation I couldn’t get out of.
“Oh no…”
“So let me show you to one of the bedrooms.” It was more of an order than a request.
“Let me finish my champagne first,” she said angrily, unable to control her frightened voice.
“Don’t you worry, there’s a steady flow of champagne in every room. You can have all you want… in the bedroom.”
Joan knew she couldn’t let this man think she was afraid. After all, she was a real swinging swapper, or so everyone thought. Well, she’d show them… enough of this expensive juice could numb anyone.
Enright took her firmly by the elbow. and led the troubled young blonde from the drinking room, down the hallway to a bedroom. Joan knew that this was why she had come here… but her dislike of Stan Wilson was still an overpowering element. She still felt fear corroding her courage as she stared at the strange bedroom.
There was only one piece of furniture – a king-size bed covered half the room. Set in the wall was a silver spigot that flowed with sparkling champagne when Mack held his glass underneath it. The floor seemed to be padded with a thick layer of foam rubber under the soft velvet-like carpet.
“I’ll leave you now and let Stan know you’re ready. You have about five minutes to shed that dress you have
