Wife-swapping is becoming more and more popular as the conditions of our society become more confused and as we become more unsure of our future and our ultimate destiny. It is as if we are trying to find something permanent, something pleasurable and reassuring, in our unstable world.
Most laymen think of the couples who indulge in swapping as unstable, probably unhappily married, and emotionally immature. However, the facts seem to indicate the opposite. Though many critics consider the practice immoral it is not considered to be unhealthy by many practicing psychiatrists and psychologists. Many indeed regard mate-sharing as the answer to the problems confronting mans' over-active libido. Many psychiatrists argue that it is a safety-valve allowing for the release of sexual tensions without guilt. Indeed, in many cases, swapping becomes a way of sharing the guilt and pleasure equally among husband and wife.
In THE SEXUAL VARIANTS; author Harvey T. Leathern notes…
"Immoral as wife-swapping may be-immorality, of course, being outside the realm of our study-unhealthy it is not. The theory that a marriage in sexual trouble will be bolstered by the use of a strange sexual apparatus in place of the familiar one is wrong-because sexual disharmony always indicates certain emotional conflicts, and wife-swapping is a most unemotional, if very sensual, pastime." (16)
Harvey T. Leathern also observes in THE SEXUAL VARIANTS…
"To the contrary, most married couples who practice wife-swapping-the act could be called husband-swapping as well-have extremely well-adjusted sex lives. It is this factor of being so sexually sure of one another that permits each to allow another person access to the partner's sexual favors-naturally, the couple must be psychologically sure of each other's love as well." (16)
Nor is wife-swapping restricted to persons of low moral fibre who lack the education to distinguish between right and wrong. Statistics tend to prove that the more educated a person is the more he is inclined to indulge in sexual experimentation.
In THE SEXUAL VARIANTS author Harvey T. Leathern notes…
"Most patients of mine, who have admitted to indulging in their organized or spur-of-the-moment trading of husbands and wives, are fairly sexually sophisticated-and better educated than the usual person. Wife-swapping is not in other words a low-call, low-morals activity, as many believe. It should not be forgotten, as Kinsey discovered, that the higher the level of educational attainment, the more prone a person is to sexual experimentation." (16)
Wife-swapping sometimes becomes a way of combating martial boredom. Some couples may be so well attuned to each others sexual responses that they no longer find the same thrill and excitement even though copulation or noncoital techniques may lead to orgasm. In such instances many husbands and wives claim that swapping has helped rekindle their desire for one another in a deeper and more meaningful way.
It is not always the husband who leads the wife astray. Most women realize that their husbands crave sexual variety and respond sexually to attractive women. Most wives find that their own desires are just as insistent. Many women realize that 'swapping' is a solution to the growing problem of martial infidelity. Since so much guilt is experienced by the transgressor in an extra-martial affair many husbands and wives find that swapping together relieves any guilt feelings they may have, while allowing their pleasures to be shared in each others presence as well.
Though wife-swapping has long been condemned as an immoral practice it does not seem to be harmful to a marriage that is mature and where a husband and wife are broad-minded concerning their own desires.
Concerning the active role played by the female in arousing a mate's interest in wife-swapping author Roger Blake notes in CASEBOOK: FEMALE BEHAVIOR.
"Mate-swapping has been called "America's Number One Sex Kick," and still goes more often by the title of wife-swapping. But like the control of consumer purchasing in the U.S., it is the American female who may be responsible ultimately for S0% or more of all the spouse-switching which goes on today." (17)
Let us take a look at the case history of Sabrina and Anthony Pruitt, a well-to-do young couple in their mid-thirties who seem to have the best of everything that life has to offer. Sabrina lives in a ten room brick ranch house surrounded by three acres of cultivated flower gardens and shrubs, a huge swimming pool which is surrounded by a high fence and many of the luxuries that indicate that Sabrina and Anthony truly belong to the 'upper class'.
Sabrina is a remarkably attractive blond, with a long aquiline nose and haunting blue eyes that sparkle with a strange sexual vitality. Sabrina's long flowing blonde hair hangs free adding to the aura of sexual vitality that seems to surround her.
Anthony is a man in his late thirties, who, despite the appearance of a firm paunch, presents an attractive and wholesome appearance to the world. Anthony is just short of six foot tall, he has wavy black hair slightly streaked with grey, and dark brown eyes. Anthony's lips are full and sensual, his hands both fleshy and masculine, testifying to the fact that he is a person of enormous sexual vitality.
Sabrina and Anthony have been married for eleven years. They have no children. Sabrina has a morbid fear of pregnancy and disfigurement which she feels would be the result of childbirth. Sabrina suffers from 'Maiensiophobia' which is the fear of going thorough childbirth. Contrary to the layman's opinion, however, Sabrina is not at all 'frigid' as will be amply illustrated by her perverse and polymorphous involvement in bizarre sexual escapades.
Neither Sabrina nor Anthony truly desire to have children. They are seemingly content in their world of polymorphous and plurisexual sex with their upper-class friends.
Sabrina and Anthony did not consult me as patients. There is little about their life-style or personalities to indicate any deep emotional conflicts centered around their sexual patterns. Sabrina and Tony have been life-long friends who have occasionally provided me with information concerning their swapping activities for inclusion with my psycho-erotic studies. Because of their high-charged sexual interests and because both Sabrina and Tony are very well adjusted and very much in love with one another I thought their case history might prove worthy of inclusion within this present volume.
"If you want.me to be entirely honest…," Sabrina admitted, with a quick flashing smile, "I'll have to confess that I got Anthony started in the world of swapping. My husband has some business interests that require him to be on the road quite a bit of the time. Anthony and I both have a sexual life that is remarkably free of hang-ups. By that I mean that we enjoy sex to the hilt. Our methods and desires are unrestricted and uninhibited. The only thing is that after eleven years of marriage even the ritual of sex becomes a bit monotonous. Anthony makes me have an orgasm almost every time but some of the fire and fury has gone from our relations!"
"I guess I'm spoiled by having the best of everything…," Sabrina smiled. "The only thing I lacked before was passionate sexual companionship. I've always known that my desires were stronger than Anthony's. After one orgasm Fm ready to climb my way to another, but then my husband is ready to sleep and he cannot be aroused to a second awakening!"
"I made the mistake of being unfaithful to Anthony one time…," Sabrina smiled. "It was with the young man who always delivered our whiskey once a month. Anthony has a standing order at one of the liquor stores. This youth, Mark, brings it around once a month. This guy is so well hung, flashing a perpetually stiff penis inside his tight blue trousers, that I found him irresistible. I guess Mark studies the way that I watched him and my interest in his sexuality because one day he made a pass at me while he was carrying the booze down into the cellar. I tried to resist at first but when he clamped those hot passionate lips over mine and when those thick virile hands moved up under my blouse I knew that I was gone. I'm an attractive woman and I guess the youth found me vulnerable. So naturally he tried forcing himself on me. He didn't have very much trouble either!"
"Mark had been driving by about once a week when he was delivering in our area…,"Sabrina noted. "One day Anthony came home and caught him. I was laying naked in our king-sized bed and Mark was dressing to leave. My husband came in cool, not one bit ruffled by the scene. He pulled out a twenty dollar bill, stuffed it in Mark's hands and told him he was 'fired'. Anthony changed his order and placed it with another store. After that we had a real serious discussion about our sexual lives and problems."
"It's not that I'm dissatisfied…," Sabrina related, "I consider our sex life to be nearly perfect. It's just that my desires are more insistent and demanding. That I find myself thinking of hot and violent sex at odd times during the day. Haven't you ever had the desire to be unfaithful to me once?"
"Of course…," Anthony softened, "but then I thought, men experienced these desires more than women."
"After talking it over…," Sabrina smiled, "we both admitted that our sexual desires were overwhelmingly strong. Anthony even admitted he had had an affair on the side once or twice. He confessed they were merely for sex, while his relationship was with me was strictly for 'love'." Anthony was the first to mention that we didn't need to cause a scandal by becoming adulterers publicly. When Anthony mentioned he knew some business associates who indulged in 'swapping' and had long been inviting him to join my heart skipped a beat."
"Of course…," Anthony gulped, "I never thought you'd be interested!"
"It sounds like the ideal solution…," Sabrina vouched. "I mean-we are both adults and mature enough to have complete trust in one another. We enjoy everything else we desire… why not our bodies also?"
"Anthony started the ball rolling by inviting two swapping couples to our house for a party one weekend…," Sabrina laughed. "He invited Connie and Grant Vincenti and Ethel and Lewis Endicott. Both couples were quite attractive and well-to-do. Connie was a tall red-head with lively blue eyes and a gregarious personality.
"Being wealthy has it's disadvantages…," Connie blushed, sipping her martini. "I have my life so simplified that my major problem seems to be confronting boredom. It has become a real problem; I found several years ago that my thoughts turned to sex. Grant said I thought about it so much and became so demanding of him that it was time to do something about it. That was when we got together with Ethel and Lewis and began mate-swapping. We actually switched husbands and they took us each to a different hotel and the first time. Then we got together and laughed about it and decided we ought to do it openly in front of each other so that we could derive pleasure from each other's erotic involvement."
"One time when Lewis was making love to me…," Connie laughed, "Grant leaned over and kissed me. He broke off though when Ethel began really sucking his penis towards completion!"
"That first party was the wildest moment of my life…," Sabrina smiled. "We sat around and got high off martini's first and then we began playing strip-poker. No one was sure how I would react because it was my first time. As Lewis stripped down out of his shirt and slacks I noticed a massively bulging dick sticking out of his shorts! I was sitting around in my bra and panties with my boobies becoming suddenly erect when suddenly I got the desire for hot and violent sex."
"Let's stop playing games…,"Sabrina suggested, s‹and get down to business!"
"Listen-boys!," Lewis laughed, "that woman wants sex!"
"That's the name of the game…," Grant smiled, striking his chest like an ape in a jungle. "Anthony, old fellow, I think Lewis is about to seduce your wife!"
"And I'm about to seduce yours…!," Anthony grinned, suddenly grasping Connie's hand as he pulled her up and out of the chair.
"That leaves Ethel and me to make it together…," Grant blushed, removing his restrictive jock-shorts. "How about a fast '69-baby-and then a nice slow fuck?"
"That leaves Eethel and me to make it together.
"Mmmmmmm-you know what I like…!," Ethel smiled, pulling Grant down on the bed beside her.
"Lewis led me off into a separate bedroom where we could have some privacy. My husband and Grant were both making love in my bedroom. But Lewis had sense enough to realize that my first time would be something special and that he needed some privacy to really bring out a full and complete response from me."
"Lay down-baby,…!" Lewis suggested, pushing me down on the firm mattress.
"Lewis was standing stark naked…," Sabrina smiled. "Lewis had blonde hair which he wears cut short. He has light complexion and an amazingly long and broad penis. His genitals are not too hairy which made him all the more appealing to me. I hate men that look like apes. Lewis was every inch which his distended penis testified to."
"Lewis lay beside me…," Sabrina sighed, "First he kissed my lips, inserting his tongue deep into my mouth. I allowed him to suck my tongue and move his warm hands all over my breasts. My nipples became stiff and hard as Lewis kept manipulating them."
"Ohoo-ummmmm!," Sabrina gasped, feeling firm fingers move down between her hot and eager thighs.
"Lewis' passionate lips moved down to my ripe breasts…," Sabrina noted. "The tip of his hot tongue twirled about the erect nipples. Lewis began sucking and mouthing my nipples, pulling on them like young pups nursing from their mother."
"Ohoo-ooooooo!," Sabrina moaned, spreading her thighs wider.
"Your nipples are soft like fuzzy rabbits!," Lewis gasped, moving over to the other aroused breast.
"Lewis concentrated his efforts on my breasts, while moving his hand warmly between my thighs. His finger found my clitoris and began moving it around in an erotic kind of way. I began to feel the familiar throb that I felt sometimes when I violently masturbated myself. Lewis's lips moved on down to the soft rise of my belly. Lewis was biting me in arousing little love-bites while his finger worked my clitoris. I felt his tongue probing in my black love forest and these soft lips moving down towards my vulva!"
"Oh-suck me!," Sabrina gasped. "Suck me!"
"Lewis's hot tongue moved into my slit…!," Sabrina smiled, wantonly. "He sucked first one of my labia majora and then the other. Then his mouth moved over the inner folds of my cunt. His tongue probed in the slot and he began sucking gently in and out. Then that tongue began darting back and forth over my throbbing clitoris and those hot passionate lips enveloped it like it was a miniature penis. Lewis began sucking and driving his tongue harder back and forth over my clitoris until he had me weak and on the edge of passion."
"Ohoooo-oooooo!," Sabrina gasped. "Oh-do it-damit-do it!"
"You're on fire-baby!," Lewis whistled, moving his muscular body up between my thighs.
"Lewis began kissing my lips as he guided his manhood between my legs…," Sabrina noted. "He was slow and careful. I liked his style. My husband was sometimes too impatient for his own satisfaction to insure mine. I liked the change of pace and welcomed it."
"Let's take it nice and slow…," Lewis gasped, guiding his penis into me in slow and rhythmic strokes.
"I felt the entrance of his thick prick into my steaming cunt…," Sabrina noted. "I dug my fingernails into his shoulder and pushed my abdomen up to meet his slow hard thrusts. I began a twisting and turning, literally begging for release."
"Ummmm-baby!," Lewis groaned.
"I've always had extra good control over my vaginal muscles…,"Sabrina whispered, with smoldering pride. "I clamped my vagina tightly against his thrusting – penis and attempted to hold it captive there. I gripped that hard cock as hard as I could and felt the sweet delicious sensations of our physical unity."
"And now we are one!," Lewis gasped, violently.
"All of a sudden Lewis put his hands under my ass…," Sabrina laughed. "He drew me up tight. I felt him begin pumping and pounding as he rotated his hips in violent circular motions. I felt that penis moving deeper inside me, pummeling and pumping me towards my own liquid orgasm."
"Ohoo-baby!," Lewis groaned.
"Those hands mashed me violently up against his body…," Sabrina smiled. "My vaginal muscles were gripping violently at his fast moving tool. I began to rise to meet his thrusts, pushing my hands down mercilessly against his buttocks. My fingernails dug into his flesh urging him to greater efforts. Lewis became a wild man, abandoning his lusty body to the mutual desire that spread through us like lustfire. The bedsprings began groaning with the violence of our passion."
"Let's make it together-BAB Y!"
"All of a sudden my orgasm erupted like hell-fire spewing on Judgment Day…," Sabrina cooed. "My body became entwined with Lewis's. My own orgasm erupted moments before it. I felt the pure sensual pleasure of my liquid release. Then I felt the hot jet-spray of his warm potency!"
"Ohoo-ohoooooooo!," Sabrina gasped, hotly.
"Welcome to Sin City…," Lewis nodded, rolling off of me. His lips grazed my swollen breast.
"That was just the introduction to 'swapping'…,"- Sabrina whispered. "After that our orgies were performed simultaneously. Most often on our thick and plush living room carpet. I spent a minor fortune furnishing our living room in all of the expensive conveniences. Our carpet was one of the more expensive items."
"Go on…"
"Grant has one of the most unsavory habits imaginable…!," Sabrina confided. "I really don't dig this single perversion and try to avoid sexual relations with Grant for one simple reason. Once Grant has released his load he likes to pin a woman down and then piss inside her! No fooling-he likes to urinate right in her vagina! He acts like he's having a second ejaculation when he does that!"
"I didn't know my husband was a piss-nut!," Connie laughed, when I first observed Grant in action with Connie on our rug. Grant had Connie pinned down and he had just had a violent orgasm. Grant leaned back, thrusting his penis deep into Connie, and then Connie got the funniest look on her face when she felt that warm volume of urine being released inside her."
"Damn it-Grant…!," Connie blushed, "stop that! Stop pissing in me-right now!"
"Ohoooo…," Grant smiled, ecstatically. "Drink up my pee-baby!"
"Damned if I drink your piss…!," Connie argued, moving violently under him.
"The tragic result was…," Sabrina sighed, wrinkling her nose, "that his urine went all over my carpet! Made a big stain and I had to send it out to be cleaned. I remember one time in the bedroom alone with Grant when he was making love to me. He had worked me to an orgasm quite well and I was ready for him to roll off me."
"Hold it-baby!," Grant sighed, placing his fingers around my throat. "I have a little added pleasure for you!"
"Not that-Grant-please!," Sabrina gasped.
"That damn fool held me down…," Sabrina sighed, hopelessly, "and he actually pissed inside of me. It didn't feel too bad, I admit, somehow like a second ejaculation, only less intense. But when the urine began running out all over the bed I got angry!"
"If you insist on such vulgar habits…," Sabrina chastised, "you need to have your orgies in a bath-tub or a swimming pool!"
"What a marvelous idea-honey fuck!" Grant smiled. "Let's have a real orgy down at your pool!"
"Are you kidding…?"
"No-baby-no!"
"Grant went to everyone and interrupted them in their erotic reverie!," Sabrina smiled. "He suggested we have sex down at the pool. It was almost midnight. Anthony, my husband, went and turned on the floodlights down at the pool. You should have seen us. We were running naked across the front lawn with our boobies bouncing and our long hair streaming beneath the moonlight. All of a sudden Anthony, Grant and Lewis splashed into the water. We three women sat on the side of the pool laughing."
"I've never had sex underwater…!," Connie laughed, "but I guess there is a first time for everything!"
"We three women splashed into the water too!," Sabrina laughed. "Lewis dunked me twice and then he led me over to the ladder beside the pool. Mid-waist deep in water, with my heels and the ball of my feet on the ladder, Lewis began making passionate love to me."
"Let's do it like sea-nymphs…!," Lewis smiled.
"Let's not argue…," Sabrina whispered. "Let's just do it!"
"Ummmm-baby!"
"It was beautiful standing there with the blue-green water around us…," Sabrina smiled, "with Lewis mouthing my breasts while his fingers moved softly between my thighs. My hand groped towards his penis. It felt so much different underwater. I wanted to bend down and kiss it but I knew that I couldn't. I handled it until it grew stiff!"
"Suddenly Lewis's arm went around my waist…," Sabrina smiled. "I felt his blondish hairy chest against my own naked breasts. I felt our abdomens touching and his stiff projectile entering my wet vagina! I felt Lewis jabbing at me, pulling me down on top of his raging sexual organ. I felt his arm strongly about my waist Lewis moved me up and down on top of his rod; I clung to his shoulders. My lips touched his wet blond hair!"
"Oh-Lewis…!," Sabrina cooed. "It's even more wonderful in the water!"
"I actually had an orgasm…," Sabrina smiled. "Lewis really knew how to grind his wet cock into me. He knew how to move me about on his rigid rod, I let him make the motions. I found my own orgasm spewing from between my thighs.
"I gazed about and saw that my husband, Anthony, had Connie pinned down on the edge of the diving board. The diving board was moving bobbing up and down as Anthony had his cock into her yielding vagina. Grant and Ethel were frolicking beneath the diving board. They both watched as Anthony pummeled Connie to her orgasm. Then Grant reached up and pulled down on the diving board. Two naked bodies came crashing into the water, sending spray flying in all directions."
"Gawd-damn!," Anthony bellowed, swimming to catch Grant. "I didn't want to cool down that quick."
"My husband dunked Grant…," Sabrina giggled. "He was going to make Grant suck him underwater. Wrestling, both men got hot. They began to pursue us girls across the pool.
"One thing I love about sex at the pool…," Sabrina laughed, hotly. "We give each other these lavish rub downs with different scented creams and lotions. After we've tired ourselves out during the day and are resting on our blankets we always pair off and give rub-downs. It's a really exotic kind of thrill with all those slippery, sensual creams."
"Lewis rubs me…," Sabrina smiled. "Lewis starts at my neck, rubbing and working the* cream in deep. Then he begins massaging my shoulders, my back and my breasts. The lotion is cool and arousing. It excites me! Lewis begins working down my back towards my-thighs. He rubs deep and hard making my flesh tingle with excitement. Lewis can't help but notice my deep breathing! Lewis works his hand up from the bottom of my legs. He caresses my ankles, the calves, and thighs. Then he begins rubbing right in my crotch!"
"Oh-BABY!" I may gasp, turning over so that he can rub the front of my torso. "I love HOT hands!"
"Lewis begins rubbing breasts»… abdomen… thighs…," Sabrina smiled. "It's so sensual and arousing. I may take my turn and rub his body with lotion. Then we're both laying side by side. I am probably manipulating his penis with my hand and getting it stiff. I may ease downward. I put my hot lips around his flesh. I may begin sucking softly. I dart my tongue down the underside, counting the veins that run in criss-cross patterns. I sometimes completely swallow the entire phallus. I suck it until it becomes hard, throbbing for release."
"Come up-for air!," Lewis groans. He then urges me to straddle his waist.
"I straddle that anxious cock!," Sabrina smiles. "I lower my fuzzy muff down over it. Lewis holds it firm as I slide downward. Then I begin to slowly undulate in circular motions. Rising and lowering I force the penis inside me.
"Oh-gawd-ohoo!," Sabrina sighs. "Ohoo-ooooooo!"
"I'm bouncing up and down by then…," Sabrina smiles. "I really make every sensual stroke count, Lewis is fingering my boobies, making my tits stand out like baby birds with hard beaks! My orgasm is beginning to build up inside too. I can feel its approach with each hard thrust. I squeeze my vagina tight around that raging penis. I swing and sway my body to the tempo of erotic desire. All of a sudden the most wonderful things happens. Lewis and I both erupt and spew our sex juices together. I fall forward- laying on top of him. Our tongues softly entwine!"
"I've had sex with Grant quite often, too…," Sabrina switched. "I find his pet mania for pissing inside me quite offensive. But there is little that I can do except fight him off. In the pool I find the habit less offensive. At least he's not pissing on my expensive carpet!"
"Anthony and I really appreciate each other more after a hot round with our swinging friends…," Sabrina cooed. "By the time everyone is ready to leave to go home we're all sexed up pretty good. I mean-just in the right mood to really appreciate a round with our own mates!"
"A really hilarious thing happened last week…," Sabrina interrupted. "Lewis was driving their small Volkswagen home at about three in the morning. Ethel was laughing so hard that she cried as she told me what had happened to them. It seems that Lewis got a hard-on that became quite painful. Ethel bent over to unzip him. Ethel masturbated his bulging cock. Then she bent down to suck it. Ethel got Lewis so sexed-up that he ran their little blue VW right into the side of a telephone pole. By the time the police arrived Lewis had zipped-up. Lewis told them he slid in a puddle of water. Ethel almost laughed out loud as the policeman gave him a ticket for restless driving!"
"From now on…," Lewis related, "I'll jerk my own meat off!"
"Anthony and I are really hot for each other by the time that we've said good-bye to our guests. I am still wet and warm between my thighs. Anthony's rod is usually half-hard by then. We may sit on the couch and talk for a few moments reliving the singular thrills of the evening. We both get excited talking about our passioned sexual involvements. My hands move to Anthony's dick! I push aside the casual robe he is wearing. My lips move hungrily to his dick."
"This is the best moment of all!"- Anthony sighs, abandoning himself to me.
"My lips move hungrily, searching for the hidden sweetness that lies within…," Sabrina smiles. "I suck hard until my husband is fully erected. Then Anthony pushes me down on the couch. His rigid phallus is throbbing with passion as he mounts me. He drives his red hot organ deep inside me. He slowly pumps me towards my most intense climax. We take our time, moving our bodies together like two strangers. We softly explore all of the wonderful sensations that our bodies have to offer. When that desire gets urgent and insistent we tear at each other. Anthony slips his hands under my ass. He pushes me upward. I dig my fingernails into his shoulders. I moan softly, urging him on with voice and hand. Our bodies become one as a passionate orgasm spreads like fire between us. Our climax is usually simultaneous."
"Afterward, we're both ready to sleep…," Sabrina smiles. "That fire we thought had gone from our bodies is there, waiting just beneath the surface to be re-kindled. I trust my husband in everything. He feels that same way about me. We are sexually mature and compatible. We*re not unstable or neurotic. We've just found a good thing… and we want to share it with everyone. Really-I guess you might say that 'swapping'-is a very unselfish way of loving!"
PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMENT:
This case history illustrates that not all "swingers" and "swappers" are low-class persons from an illiterate- or semi-illiterate background. Surprising as it may seem authorities indicate that wife-swapping is a harmless activity that often produces some remarkable results in strengthening any basically secure marriage.
Harvey T. Leathern notes in THE SEXUAL VARIANTS…
"Contrary to all the inner turmoil and emotional involvement that goes with the typical extra-marital affair-the sexual activity known as wife-swapping is a purely physical indulgence, sexually speaking, and is undertaken with surprisingly few negative results to the practitioners."(16)
Swapping is usually indulged in by very erotically-minded couples who already enjoy every aspect of sexual compatibility with their own mates. Anyone who is frigid or fearful of sex would hardly seek admittance into a distinct swapping group. Swappers are usually erotically experienced and sexually versatile. Their problem may be that their desires are over-zealous and in some cases slight nymphomania and satyriasis may be noticed.
Swappers then are usually familiar with most of the variations of the sexual act. Some may be heterosexual, some homosexual, other bisexual-but all have one thing in common-they enjoy SEX. Because they are seeking new and greater thrills they often band together to enjoy broader sexual experiences.
As Harvey T. Leathern notes in THE SEXUAL VARIANTS…
"Again it should be emphasized that this 'sweetening' of the marital act, by the indulgence is promiscuous and orgiastic intercourse, only occurs with those couples who greatly enjoy sexual intercourse with each other already. And, in spite of the fact that a number of blasй young couples practice wife-swapping, most such activities are performed by older couples who have been married for a fairly lengthy period of time." (16)
Swappers then are not likely to be emotionally immature or sexually inexperienced. In this case Sabrina and Anthony are well-educated, financially secure, and sexually curious in addition to being polymorphous and perverse. Both find that swapping increases their desire for one another and arouses their latent sexual passions to the peak where they find repeated orgasms desirable.
Swapping is more of a physical involvement than an emotional one. Usually swappers are very much in love' with their own mates, but find that repeated sexual bouts with partners other than their own husband or wife excite their physical senses without leading to strong emotional senses without involvements such as are incurred with the extra-marital affair. Swapping then becomes permissive adultery among both married partners.
Authorities estimate that from five to eight million married men and women become involved in mate-sharing during their lives. This includes every possible and imaginable combination of sexual activity.
While Sabrina's and Anthony's sexual desires seem normal it is quite obvious that Grant's fondness for urinating within the vaginas of his partners is slightly deviate. Although it is not often discussed many men derive varying amounts of sexual pleasure from the scatological act of urinating either in the woman's mouth or in her pudenda. It is a form of psychosexual sadism in which the sadist (most often male) defiles and humiliates his partner. Most often such men are sexually cruel and have little regard for their partners. In most cases men who peruse these ends have little realization as to the origin of their own motivations. Yet an in-depth analysis of their motivations will reveal that such men think of women as little better than prostitutes. Many men are incapable of authentically loving any woman they have sex with since they view the sexual act itself as both vile and disgusting. In such cases many males choose to psychologically or sexually humiliate women and defile them.
Any abnormal interest in urination or defecation is known as 'scatology' in the terminology of those well-versed in the psychosexual field. As author Roger Blake notes in his study, CASEBOOK: FEMALE BEHAVIOR…
"Scatology, or abnormal interest in the processes and products of elimination, is one of the most difficult of the sexual abnormalities for the average person to comprehend, Generally speaking, it is a most unpleasant subject with which to deal. Yet the fact remains, that in its milder degrees it is one of the most common forms of erotic inspiration, and in more pronounced degrees it is not at all uncommon." (7)
Any abnormal interest in urination, and in the sexual abuse of such natural acts, is known as urolagnia. We may conclude that Grant's interest in urinary violation of the female vagina is a form of sadism involving his wish to degrade and humiliate his female sexual partner by 'defiling' her with his unsanitary waste material.
Sabrina notes that she found such a practice offensive, while she concludes she found no other erotic practice distasteful. Obviously Sabrina has no masochistic motivations and does not appreciate Grant's attempts to defile her. Which indicates that Sabrina is undoubtedly more mature and well-adjusted than her erolagniac partner. Of all the swapping members in their intimate little group Grant is probably the least stable and most immature.
Generally speaking, I find no indication that Sabrina and Anthony are in any need of psychotherapeutic help. But husband and wife seem well-adjusted and very much in love with one another. Swapping seems to have increased their desire for one another. Indeed it seems to have made their marriage a more intimate and responsive affair.
Swapping seems to be no real threat to their marriage. In this instance I believe that swapping indulged in by emotionally mature adults sometimes serves to enhance a marriage.
As Dr. Albert Ellis affirms in SEX WITHOUT GUILT (Lyle Stuart, 1958)…
"Actually, practically all normal humans are capable of plural love; and literally millions of husbands and wives do simultaneously care for their spouses and for another member of the sex. Wife-swapping, therefore, may sometimes greatly add romantic, tender, or companionship love to the lives of either or both mates who are doing the swapping. And in doing so, it may even enhance the existing emotional feelings between a husband and his wife."
In this case history, it seems, we may truly glimpse some of the more beneficial effects of wife-swapping.