Although swapping is most often denied as 'mate-switching' or 'mate-sharing' this definition is too confirming to be of any real value as a working definition. In truth the term 'swapping' more accurately indicates that a certain individual is likely to become involved with more than one sexual partner either privately or publicly. In truth a person may be single and yet be involved in swapping. Not all swappers are by any means married.
Mate-swapping is not a product of our present day generation. It existed centuries ago as Roger Blake notes in his study, THE WIFE SWAPPERS…
"Mate-swapping, however; like most all forms of human sexual behavior, has existed in one form or another since the most ancient civilizations of mankind. It exists today as an intrinsic part of the customs and cultures of many groups and tribes in Asia, Africa and South America. It was undoubtedly as prevalent in the monarchist Europe of a century or so ago as it is today, if not more so." (3)
Society has always more or less permitted men to have their sexual freedom. A man who occasionally visits a bawdy house or is seen in the company of another woman is not as quickly criticized as a woman would be who was seen indulging in the same activities. Up until this present generation there has always been a kind of 'double-standard' applied to the actions of men, which, on the other hand, have never been applied to women. It has always been assumed that men, because of the strength of their intense physical desires, would occasionally wander from their marital bed-but such privileges and rights have never before been granted to women.
Women's Liberation movements, the fight for equal rights for woman at home, at work, and even in the bedroom, are presently underway as a kind of side-effect of "The Sexual Revolution." Today's liberated women, even the married ones, want the same standards and set of rules set for them as exist for me. And, since this includes the area of sexual freedom, many women are demanding equal rights in selecting their own mates. Today's women are inclined to be as sexually aggressive as men, and they are also inclined to believe that they have as much right to obtain their intimate sexual satisfaction as men.
Today's women, married and single, are inclined to agree that variety is the spice of life. They recognize the fact that their own husbands occasionally wander, and that any boy or man is allowed to have perhaps a multiple of sexual contacts before marriage. Many single women are demanding that they be granted equal rights to be aggressive concerning their physical desires. They also want to have the stigma removed from them if they should become involved with more than one man. The young ladies of today are realizing that 'sex is fun', and that if men can flirt from flower to flower before finally selecting a mate, that women should be granted equal rights and equal opportunity to indulge in polymorphous and plural incidents of sexual abandon.
Let us take a look at the case history of Sylvia Beechwood, an attractive girl of twenty, who was forced to leave home when her mother began complaining about her open promiscuity with men. Sylvia consulted me in a very distraught and upset state. Sylvia confessed to me the extent of her sexual activities. It seems evident that Sylvia's deep psychological problems stem from the fact that she had a dominating mother who ruled her life dictating her own puritanical set of morals.
Sylvia has long flowing coal black hair. Her vivacious eyes are a sparkling dark brown. Sylvia has an attractive pug nose and a dimpled chin. Sylvia's breasts are well-formed and solid, giving emphasis to her broad hips and her tapering legs. It is quite evident that Sylvia might be found attractive, if not desirable, by any virile male.
"The way my own mother acts…" Sylvia complained, with obvious irritation, "you'd think I was an out and out whom Mother tried to keep me away from boys for so long that she finally drove me to them. I admit girls today might act a lot different than in her generation-but our times are changing. I've found out that I could never be happy living the kind of life that mother wants me to. My mother lives in a morbid fear of sex. I've found that my body is a source of pleasure-and if I like a guy I don't mind sharing it with him. I believe that women today have a right to their own sexual freedom. After all men have been libertines since the beginning of times."
"You sound strongly in favor of sexual freedom for women… " I noted. "Can you give me any reasons for these feelings?"
"Yes… " Sylvia chimed, fingering the dimple in her chin. "I remember as a child mother and dad fought over sex all the time. I remember one time dad brought a young girl home when mother was in the hospital. He had sex with her right in our very home. I remember it so well because my father was practically delirious as he achieved his explosive climax. Mother found out about it from a neighbor who happened to be watching through the partially open window. It ended with mother suing dad for divorce and driving him to drink. I haven't seen my father since then."
"In other words you feel your mother is too strict"
"Definitely-yes…" Sylvia sighed, heavily. "Mother has never been a real person to me. She's always stood for some unbreakable set of rules. I really don't understand how mother laid still enough to conceive me. In fact, I can't even imagine it. It's a wonder she didn't tell me she had an 'Immaculate Conception'. When mother gets sniffing the air for sex she's like an inquisitor."
"Do you blame your mother for your sexual permissiveness?"
"Not really…," Sylvia complained. "It just seemed natural to me that my body was a source of pleasure. I mean-at the age of five I discovered that a resourceful child could amuse itself for hours just by manipulating its fingers between its legs. Surprisingly mother caught me masturbating a few times. But I was a prolific masturbator. I was always digging my finger into my vagina, and flicking my thumb back and forth over my throbbing clitoris. The soft waves of sensual pleasure drove me nearly out of my mind. My own orgasm would become a hot liquid pouring from between my thrashing thighs. I would groan an A my body would almost go through passionate spasms as I released my hot liquid orgasm.
"Mother never succeeded in convincing me that my body was dirty… " Sylvia noted. "She tried. But I've always loved myself in a kind of physical way. I love touching myself as I apply scented lotions. I began dating boys too, I admit I went all the way when I was thirteen. But I knew enough from older girls to know to make the boy wear a rubber. If a boy didn't please me and bring me as violent a climax as I could obtain with my own finger I went out on him. I dated several boys and yes, I admit, I had screwed with all of them. I like nothing better than to have a boy violently bite my titties while his hand moves suggestively between my legs. It's even more fascinating when he gets me hot and makes his move to put the meat in."
"Go on…"
"Mother got the word that I was promiscuous then…," Sylvia smiled. "I had to invent ways to slip out of the house. My only pleasure became the few brief minutes that I was locked in a passionate embrace with some boy I knew."
"I see…"
"I guess I did get a bad reputation…," Sylvia noted. "Some of the girls called me a 'whore' and other things. I guess I was just more 'hot natured' than most girls. Or maybe I just needed love more desperately and didn't know where to find it. Anyway when I was eighteen mother literally 'kicked me out'. She told me that I was vile and filthy as my father. I've never tried to contact her since then."
"Go on… "
"I went to work in a department store…," Sylvia blushed, fingering her long dark tresses. "I moved to a boarding house which of course was restricted to women. No chance to bring a date home or any such thing. Sex became a series of parked cars in lovers lanes. I didn't enjoy it much because it's very difficult to have an orgasm inside such cramped quarters. I did get in on some good oral sex now and then. But you were always scared silly that someone was going to spot you!
"I went out with five different guys in the department stores…," Sylvia noted. "Because I put out on the first date I always got asked again. Some of the girls who had their eye on the men and had more serious intentions resented me. Too, the men began talking and comparing notes. I had to quit because all of the girls began giggling at me and the men began leering at me in a sensual way that made me overly self-conscious of my reputation. I had quite a few conflicts and problems…," Sylvia noted, "until I caught on to the swapping scene. I really discovered a wonderful thing when I met Vic Maloney. Vic's a guy who works in a gas station. He's fairly educated and he makes good money. But Vic is not about to be tied down to any one girl. Why should he be-when he can have the pick of the field?
"Vie has broad shoulders, bulging muscles, wavy black hair, dark eyes…," Sylvia confided, "and a mammoth sized cock that's very hard to satisfy. Vic seems to be able to fuck for thirty minutes before shooting his load. He's had a few complaints from girls that he's hard to make 'come' but in the end the girls like the prolonged fucking so well that they come back for more. Vic was the first one to tell me that I had a problem being seen out with so many guys."
"Look-baby…!" Vic muttered, "a guy can sleep around and not hurt himself. But a girl who sleeps around is automatically labeled a 'tramp.' Your best bet-baby-is to dig the swap scene with others like yourself who enjoy sex to the hilt-but don't want the reputation of being oversexed or promiscuous. Swapping has it over everything you've ever tried before. Imagine four guys laying you down and using their mouths on you at once! Swing with me baby and I'll show you a side of life you've never seen before!"
"Vie talked me into joining one of the swap groups…," Sylvia noted. "He took some nude photos of me and showed them to the swap members and they were one hundred percent in favor of letting me in their group. What shocked me was that several of the members were married. One guy was there with his wife and another was there without his mate. The other four members were single men and women who had joined for the pure pleasure of enjoying group sex!
"My heart skipped a beat…," Sylvia smiled, "at the thoughts of being involved with four different men and three different women. This really seemed to be the solution. Sex is a cozy shower. Food. Privacy. No one knew the nature of our liason except the members and we were sworn to secrecy. Here I could be banged by four different guys almost simultaneously and no one would know about it.
"It sounded like a wonderful way to save your reputation…,"Sylvia blushed, "while enjoying multiple sexual experiences all at once. Swapping proved to be even wilder than I imagined. This group was known as 'The Liberators' and was made up of select members from a hundred mile radius of our city. We met once a week and paid dues to provide refreshments and pay expenses. As I suspected, I had to undergo a "Initiation Ceremony'. I had to suck off four men and swallow their ejaculations. And then I had to perform an act called 'analinctus' on three of the women! I never thought I'd be able to go through with it but one of the members had some kind of Vietnamese marijuana and got me high enough off it to have blown a blimp!
"Vic was the first one to stand spread-legged in front of me…," Sylvia noted. "I was down on my hands and knees in a totally submissive position. Vic swaggered up to me holding his raging penis between firm fingers. He moved his finger back and forth over the head as he guided it to my mouth. Vic has a terribly hairy genital region. It's so thick that if you didn't see his cock bulging out you'd think he was a woman! Vic had dark hairs curling up his chest which I'd never noticed before. I mean-how can you tell much about a guy in the cramped quarters of some car! Here-Vic looked like a virtual giant! His cock was almost two inches thick and it shot out seven and a half inches long. When Vic approached me he looked like some bulging Spartan in battle! I felt a sudden intake of breath as Vic pushed his throbbing dick between my lips!"
"Take it all-baby!" Vic muttered. "Suck it slow-nibble it-bite it a little bit!"
"Ummmm…," Vic mumbled, as my hot lips engulfed his swollen cock.
"I had a good four inches of his pulsating tool in my mouth…," Sylvia noted, "when Vic began really pumping the meat in and out of my mouth. I gobbled the remaining few inches of his cock and almost choked. Vic bent my head back and almost rammed his enormous prick further down my mouth! Somehow-with a mouth full of his flesh-I didn't gag or anything! Vic wrapped his strong fingers around the back of my head and he began really screwin' my mouth like it was a snatch. I made the appropriate motions with my lips and tongue! I twirled my tongue around the tip and ran it up and down the underside that had so many blue veins that it reminded me of a road map!
"Vic practically unhinged my jaws in his desperation to have an orgasm…," Sylvia noted. "My nose was rammed against his wiry genital hairs and the smell of sex was hot in my mouth. Finally Vic spewed down my throat. He imprisoned his penis inside until the goo ran down my throat! I never gagged once. Vic was in me too good to allow that! Finally when his penis shrunk and his testicles released their load my mouth was free of its prisoner!
"Another guy-Alien-banged his stiff rod in my mouth…," Sylvia noted. "I went through the same motions again with two other men. Lenny and Bruce. Bruce was a handsome single guy who played football in high school. He really knew how to make a girl tackle his manhood. I'll say that!"
"The three other women were Loretta, Florence, and Norma… f" Sylvia blushed. "Norma was a truculent redhead with violently sparkling green eyes and desperately long fingernails. Her breasts were an alabaster whiteness and the nipples were a violent red color instead of a golden brown.
"First Norma rubbed her hairy muff in my face…," Sylvia laughed. "Gawd-I'd never eaten a snatch before! God-here was some woman rubbing herself off against my mouth like she had a rod!"
"I'd rather have her eat my box…," Norma challenged. "I'm not so sensitive in my ass!"
"The members conferred and it was decided that I would have to suck Norma to an orgasm first…," Sylvia muttered. "I was hoping Loretta and Florence would also want cunnilingus but both of them tormented me with the fact that I was going to kiss their unwashed ass-holes!
"Norma began softly moving her clit over my face…," Sylvia noted. "Norma clasped her fingers around the back of my head and rubbed my nose in her belly. At first I was repulsed by the smell of her hot sex in my mouth but when I finally located her clitoris and began sucking it and it began to throb like a miniature penis IT I realized I was enjoying the initiation ritual very much!"
"When I climax-baby…," Norma whistled, "ram your finger in my asshole!"
"Oh,-I-ummmm!," Sylvia gasped. "Oh-Gawd-what a HOT tunnel!"
"Love it-, baby…!" Norma babbled, moving her cunt in rhythmic circular motions against my face. "Oh-gawd-suck it-baby!"
"I couldn't resist the urge to suck her entire genitalia into my mouth…" Sylvia blushed. "I had her labia minora, her labia majora, her clitoris and everything. I moved my tongue into the opening of her vagina and began sucking and blowing."
"Umnmim-honey-screw!" Norma gasped. "Oh-a-gawd-a-mighty-do you know how to suck a box!"
"Norma was wildly bucking…," Sylvia smiled. "She was juicing up something terrific. That girl really secretes some hot stuff! Norma went wild and almost pulled my hair out by the roots as I moved my mouth, tongue and lips wildly over her pussy. I felt her orgasm about to erupt."
"Stick it-baby!," Norma cried. "Shove it up my ass!"
"As her orgasm erupted in my mouth…," Sylvia blushed, "I jammed my finger up her asshole. Norma came all over the place. She held me and made me lick her snatch until it went dry!"
"Florence was in a desperate hurry to get me to lick her ass-hole…," Sylvia noted. "Florence is a bit of a sadomasochist anyway. She bent over exposing her raw and gaping butt to me. I almost puked as I stuck my tongue between her bulging nates. Finally Vic suggested to Florence that she go into the bathroom and clean the area real good and then put some sweet smelling perfume on it!"
"Florence came back smelling like the inside of a whore house…!" Sylvia laughed. "Her butt was clean and scented. I placed my hands on her hips and moved my tongue inside her slit. I wondered how you could suck someone's ass to a climax. It was then that Florence told me to move my hands between her thighs and masturbate her from the front!"
"Play with my cookie…!" Florence laughed, "And ream out my butt!"
"I made my masturbatory efforts effective…," Sylvia noted, "because I wanted out of that ridiculous and embarrassing position as quick as I could manage. I kept licking and sucking that tightly-drawn ass-hole and occasionally probing my tongue inside while my fingers worked the front!"
"Mmmmmm… b… a… b… y!" Florence gasped. "What experienced fingers. They must have got a lot of practice at home!"
"I increased my efforts to make her have a climax…" Sylvia noted. "Thank heavens Florence responded to my fingers on her clit and she released her liquid explosion, Florence turned and made me tongue her cunt until it went dry before allowing Loretta to spread her butto to me. I got rid of Loretta very quickly. She was practically having an orgasm by the time I got my fingers and mouth working on her."
"Go on…"
"Loretta came real quick…," Sylvia laughed. "The one thing I remember about her is she had had recently shaved her box and the hairs were growing back like wire bristles. They irritated my face as she rubbed her muff against my lips!
"Four guys pulled me down on the carpet…," Sylvia noted; "I felt four mouths dive for my body. I felt one hot mouth on my right breast, another on my left. Bruce had my clitoris in his mouth and he was kissing me everywhere. Vic was kissing up the inside of my thighs, leaving violent red blotches as souvenirs of the occasion. I felt Vic's mouth on my thighs, sucking… and I began moaning, groaning and tossing and turning."
"Ohoo… N… O!" I gasped, in sensual ecstasy. "Oh-gawd-you're ki… ll… me! Ummmm-oh-un-r-owwwwwwwww!"
"Vic's mouth moved down my legs, while Bruce's tongue lapped incessantly between my thighs. The two mouths sucking on my tits were driving me out of my ever… loving mind!"
"Watch her twist and turn…!" Florence laughed, moving her anxious fingers to her own wet and wanton box.
"Ummmmm… oh… ohoooooooo I," Sylvia gasped, recalling the explosive force of her orgasm. "I came like an inter-stellar explosion! My relief was like a thousand skyrockets exploding simultaneously. When I relaxed I almost collapsed. Still these mouths moved over my body sucking and bringing me a thousand sweet pleasures!"
"No-more!," Sylvia gasped, watching as Florence, Loretta and Norma pulled the men away from her. "Suddenly everyone was embracing someone. I had Bruce's hard rod thrust solidly between my thighs. I was pressing his buttocks frantically trying to push more of his rock-hard penis inside me. I was pumping and gyrating to the frantic rhythm of his lust. My body was about to burst from the fullness of his love."
"Hold on-Baby!," Bruce groaned, smothering my lips with his hot and violent kisses. "Let's make it together-honey!"
"Oh-jeez!," Sylvia gasped. "I'm co… mi… ing! Oh! Oo-oooooooo!"
"Get it-baby!" Bruce groaned, releasing the full volume of his load.
"When Bruce rolled off me*…, Sylvia noted, "I was full with his seed."
"Alien was sporting a solid unsatisfied penis…," Sylvia blushed, thrilling at the memory of her lust filled evening. "Alien stretched out on the thick carpet and bid me to straddle him. I spread my thighs across his abdomen and moved on my knees up over his throbbing penis. I guided his bulging rod into my vagina and moved slowly up and down on it. I felt the sweet and delicious sensations of hot and passionate sex moving inside me."
"Oh-ooooooooo!," Sylvia gasped, moving more frantically.
"It was even more pleasurable doing the frantic mating motions myself…" Sylvia blushed. "I moved to the tempo of my own arousing passion. When I got to really moving and just about the time that Alien was ready to shoot his load he pulled me forward so that I was laying on top of him as he spewed his hot male semen inside me."
"Gawd-," Sylvia blushed. "I thought that was the end of sex for me, but just then Lenny mounted me from behind. We were forming what is called a "menage a trois" meaning a three-way sex sandwich. Alien had his flesh in me in the front and Lenny shot his greased penis into my ass-hole. I was being pumped and pounded from fore and aft. Lenny moved his pulsing flesh in and out of my rectum and I have to admit it hurt in an awfully nice kind of way! I was moaning out of my mind with pleasure as Lenny pumped his huge thing in and out of my rear."
"Ohooo-ummmmmmm!," Sylvia gasped.
"Just then Lenny reached around and began masturbating my clitoris with his finger…," Sylvia noted. "I was being excited from all directions. My body did not remain unresponsive! I had a hot and violent orgasm and if I didn't know better I'd swear that my arsehole shot out it's own liquid proof of pleasure. It feels so utterly sensational when a guy creams your butt!"
"After that much sex…!" Sylvia blushed, "I was exhausted! We engaged in a wild daisy chain of oral sex. We girls mouthed peters while the men sucked out clits. The party lasted until way after midnight. Vic was well pleased with my performance and informed me on the way home that I would become a regular member."
"I suddenly stopped dating the men at work…," Sylvia noted. "Boy did that cause a minor scandal. Some of the girls claimed I had gotten Religion' and others claimed I was scared stiff of getting pregnant I was on the pill though and taking every precaution necessary. I was just good and tired of men using me and then bragging about it later-so that I became the talk of the community."
As my activities became more secret…," smiled, "the talk died down. I became so crisp and sarcastic with the men where I worked that they no longer dared even ask me for a date. All the girls believed I had turned modest. Now and then I would be seen in Vic's company and a few eyebrows would be raised. The damnedest thing happened after that Vic and I began getting serious about one another. We swapped every week and enjoyed polymorphous and perverted sex with the other members. But during the week I would go to Vic's private apartment and we would make love for hours. Since I was staying at a boarding house I never got a chance to invite Vic in."
"Go on… "
"Swapping was a groove-man," Sylvia blushed, "and my relationship with Vic was marvelous. I was the happiest person in the world when Vic surprised me with an expensive diamond engagement ring! You could have really knocked me over!"
"I see…"
"The news was so wonderful that I just had to tell my mother…," Sylvia blushed. "I mean… I thought she would be thrilled that I was getting married and making my desires legal in the eyes of God and man. After three years mother didn't seem glad to see me. I was sorely disappointed. I told her I was going to be married. All she said to me was… 'isn't it a bit too late for that!'"
"When I almost cried mother softened some…," Sylvia blushed. "She asked me to bring the boy by to meet her. I was pleased. I got Vic dressed up for the occasion. In a black suit and tie he looked handsome. Mother seemed pleasantly surprised. Only she kept her eyes riveted on Vic's crotch and seemed to be studying him. Then mother asked me if she could talk to Vic alone. My heart did a flip-flop. But I left mother and Vic alone. In about ten minutes I heard mother's shrill voice saying… 'Your children will be born in sin. My daughter is a fallen woman!"
"Oh-God!" Sylvia gasped. "Oh-mother-no!"
"I ought to know…," Vic said, acidly, turning to mother with an angry frown. "I'm the one who introduced her to swapping. We're both sorry to have bothered you!"
"Vie stomped out the door angrily…," Sylvia noted. "Vie told me that mother had given him an account of my sensual activities since childhood. Vic was furious-suspecting that mother wanted to break us up."
"I don't mind marrying a fallen woman…," Vic laughed, squeezing my hand and affirming his affection for me. "It just proves to me that you're human. Now that I've met your mother I understand a lot of things. As long as we both enjoy swapping…," Vic laughed, "we'll indulge. When we get tired of it… I guess we can become a normal monogamous married couple. At least I'm sure that you're a normal woman in every way. Which is more than I can say for your mother!"
PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMENT:
This most interesting case history came to my attention when Sylvia consulted me concerning her very real problem with her mother. Sylvia's faith seemed to be shattered. She complained that she thought her mother hated her and secretly wanted to destroy her. Not having met Sylvia's mother I was not in a position to voice an opinion… however the facts are evident that Sylvia's lack of communication with her only close relative caused her much psychological trauma.
Sylvia went over intimate details of her childhood. She had masturbated heavily. But then that was nothing new or unusual I noted that it quite often happens that children develop the ability to obtain satisfying orgasms at the age of two years or more Sylvia revealed that she had always lacked 'love' from her mother and that she had tried to seek it in other ways.
Sylvia seems to have learned that love and sex are quite different and that sex is merely the physical expression of love. Sylvia is coming to understand the violent physical needs of her body and she no longer experiences any deep-seated guilt problems concerning her swapping activities.
Sylvia genuinely wants to be a good wife, and in the future, a mother to the children that she and Vic may have. I interviewed Vic and found him to be a level-headed and stable, emotionally mature man. In discussing sex Vic admitted that his own desires were quite extreme and that he thought it would be almost impossible for him to remain faithful to one woman for the rest of his life. Vic admits he is strongly interested in oral sex, anal intercourse and analinctus. For this and other reasons Vic claims he is glad that he had married a girl who is also sexually mature.
Both Vic and Sylvia admit they suffer extreme physical desires which are best satisfied within the swapping scene. Neither feels any shame for their desires. Both Sylvia and Vic seem to respect their bodies and feel that swapping is the best means of satisfying their desires.
Sexual acts which were once termed 'perversions' seem to be quite popular in the world of swapping. Frequently members indulge in oral sex, analinctus and acts of anal sodomy.
In SODOMITE PRACTICES by Roger Blake, the author notes…
"Analinctus, the tonguing of the love partner's anus and the lingual penetration thereof, is indulged either actively or passively at one time or another by a great number of people with frequent sexual contacts." (8)
In SODOMITE PRACTICES, Roger Blake notes also…
"The anal area is erotically responsive in some individuals… As many as half or more of the population may find some degree of erotic satisfaction in anal stimulation. There are some males and females who may be as aroused erotically by anal stimulation as they are by stimulation of the genitilia, or who may be more intensely aroused." (8)
Author Roger Blake concludes in SODOMITE PRACTICES…
"I have never known of a heterosexually active male who has not participated in anal-intercourse with a female at least once. And I find it to be a popular indulgence of many erotically active females, perhaps as many as 50%. With a great number of women it has become a preferred practice and a means of achieving orgasm." (8)
In swapping sessions it is quite common for two men to make love to one woman. Or for two women to make love to one man. Although the term "Troilism" refers more specifically to a love-session between three persons we sometimes refer to the sex-sandwich in which three persons are involved as a 'menage-a-trois,' through most swapping adventures consist of more than three persons.
Sylvia comments that she was made love to by two men at once when one penetrated her vaginally and another utilized her anus for his intimate physical needs.
In TROLISM: LOVE FOR THREE author Roger Blake comments…
"And hardly ever is a triangular love session devoted only to simple genital-to-genital contact. Nearly all of the variations are employed to satisfy the polymorphous and plurisexual needs of those in the trio." (4)
Men and women who participate in swap sessions may become involved in practicing sodomy, cunnilingus, fellatio, three-way love sessions and any combination of sexual perversions that they can imagine and that they might find desirable at the time.
Since man is both human and animal at the same time he often has much difficulty in understanding his own physical desires. Sylvia admits she felt guilty about her ‘bad reputation' but verifies that by engaging in swapping she limited her promiscuous activities strictly to members within the group.
Sylvia admits she is glad that her husband is a swapper. She testifies that she believes that few men are faithful to their wives. Sylvia admits she would hate to deceive her husband about her own desires. Since both Sylvia and Vic seem to be sexually active people with strong desires perhaps swapping does seem to be the simple solution to their erotic desires.
Today's morals are changing much faster than we can record them and give an authentic account for these changes. Young men today seem much more interested in finding a wife that can please them sensually than in finding a 'pure virgin'. Surveys taken among college males prove that 'chastity' is not one of the most important factors when a man goes shopping for a wife. This shows that our moral and social patterns are undergoing a radical change.
In today's times the emphasis seems to be on social and sexual compatibility more than on chastity. The increase of swapping activities among adults and teens is another indication of our quickly changing times. In future Chapters we hope to explore this phenomenon more carefully.