Not all swappers are alike in their desires and sexual requirements. While some swappers may limit themselves to strict heterosexual and more normal erotic activities there are some 'swingers' who tend to seek out the more perverse variations. Some swappers prefer to perform in large groups while others tend to seek out smaller groups, sometimes of no more than three or four persons. In this case history we are dealing with a small group swap session existing between two very young women and their husbands.
Because they thought their intense sexual desires for each others husbands were abnormal neither Andrea Barrington nor Justine Reynolds bragged about their sexual activities. These they kept strictly to themselves, hiding their passioned desires within their own households. Because they were next door neighbors Justine and Andrea found that interpersonal and intimate relations could be quite easily satisfied. After six months acquaintance both Andrea and Justine, Mark and Raymond agreed that a free-swap was the only solution to the underlying jealous desire that raged in their sensuous bodies for each other's mates.
Because a curious neighbor wondered about the 'too-close' relationship between the two couples and happened to observe some of the erotic activities between the intimate foursome a policeman was summoned to put a stop to a noisy disturbance created during one of the frequently too loud parties. Both couples were arrested for 'disturbing the peace' and for violations of the 'unnatural acts' ordinance, adultery in this case being defined as an unnatural act.
Because of the deep psychological disruptions and the traumatic implications, not to mention the-publicity that surrounded their arrest, both couples consulted me after a lenient Judge dismissed their case provided they all sought psychiatric counseling.
Andrea and Mark Barrington are a young and attractive couple in their mid-twenties. Andrea is tall with fair complexion, and though she is slight of build her breasts are firm and attractive. Andrea's hips are wide and feminine, testifying to the fact that she may some day easily bear children.
Justine Reynolds is a dark-haired girl of medium build. She has dark eyes that are emphasized by darkly curving eyebrows that give added emphasis to her oval face. Justine's lips are full and sensual, while her breasts are full, firm and appealing. Both girls are quite attractive, though neither of them is beautiful enough to qualify as a beauty star.
Andrea's husband, Mark, is tall and muscular. Mark has dark wavy black hair and large round eyes. Mark is ruggedly handsome, having a slight scar on his right cheeks that gives added emphasis to his very 'manly' appearance. Mark wears tight pants and a knit sweater that gives him a sensual appearance, and his very noticeable genital endowments are emphasized by the dark tight pants that he wears.
Raymond is less handsome, but more intellectual appearing, wearing horn-rimmed glasses and having fiery and intelligent baby blue eyes that many women might find appealing. Raymond is more aesthetic looking, but appealing in a very virile and masculine manner. Raymond has long tapering fingers, reddish brown hair and surprisingly his genitals and chest are quite hirsute. Raymond is always impeccably neat and conscientious about his dress. As a result he appears immaculately neat and clean.
"I don't quite know how it all got started…" Justine admonished. "Raymond and I had just been married a year. We were quite happy together enjoying the things that most newly-weds enjoy. I've got to admit that our sexual desires for one another were quite strong and hard to extinguish. But then, considering the fact that we hadn't engaged in sexual relations during our long courtship, it's understandable that we might want to cram an awful lot of loving into a limited amount of time. For a long time I thought Raymond and I were both oversexed. Because screwing is the first thing that we thought of in the morning!"
"I'm ashamed to admit it but sometimes Ray and I sleep naked when it's hot…," Justine blushed, exposing a small dimple in her cheeks. "Ray and I just can't get our nude bodies close enough together when we go to sleep. We wrap our legs around each other and cling to one another, We hold hands and sometimes kiss each other's fingers. It's a deep and romantic kind of love-which kind of makes it difficult to understand why we became so wild and perverted all of a sudden. I mean, loving each other so much how could we really desire anyone else?"
"Ray and I used to do some of the stupidest things…," Justine blushed, lowering her gaze. "After we had had sex and were ready to go to sleep I would roll up in a kind of fetal position. Ray scoots up close behind me with his soft penis resting between his thighs. He places his hands around me and I squeeze them tightly as we go to sleep. Usually we're in almost the same position when we wake up in the morning. Except for one difference. Ray's dick is hard and stiff. It's always right between my buttocks, touching the back of my vagina. Ray will move himself up close against me in a most sensual manner. My buttocks will become fiery hot where his body touches mine. Ray will begin pumping his bulging phallus swiftly into my vagina from behind."
"What a sweet delicious ass…," Ray sighs, heavily. "God-but I fall more in love with you each time we fuck! It's like I can't get enough of you!"
"Oh-ummmmm, Ray…," I usually murmur.
"Ray continues pumping into me from behind…," Justine notes. "He gets a few inches of his hard penis into me, he pumps and then he shoots his joy-juice in my clit. Ray rolls over. I pull back the sheet. His soft rod is shrinking. I move my tongue over my lips and then my mouth begins to work over that soft and flaccid erection. My tongue moves hungrily down the shaft, while my lips nibble down at corona. I suck the.entire cock and move it back and forth between my lips. It jumps with sudden life- stiffening. Ray moved to mount me."
"You're learning to give a good blow-job, baby!," Ray smiles, driving his sharply pointed genital-spear between my thighs. "I may make a proper wife out of you yet."
"When you get done with me…," Justine smiled, faintly, "I'll be equipped enough to work in a whore house! You're teaching me vices that I never knew existed. And the worst part about it is that I'm enjoying them."
"It just shows you…," Ray joked, "that a young girl is turning into a woman."
"Ray continued to pump die towards a fevered orgasm…," Justine laughed. "I find it necessary now to keep my fingernails filed short because I sometimes dig them into Ray's shoulders as he pumps me towards my own frantic climax!"
"Although I didn't realize it then…," Justine admitted, tossing back her long dark hair, "I was becoming very aggressive about sex."
"Go on… "
"Sometimes Ray would perform oral sex on me…," Justine noted. "He was pretty good at it-but when I got hot he always wanted to screw. Sometimes I wished he would just keep eating me to an orgasm!"
"As you can see…,"Justine smiled, "Ray and I have a beautiful relationship. That's why it came as such a shock when I discovered my own feelings towards another woman's husband."
"About that time Andrea and Mark moved next door to us in the house that stayed empty most of the time…," Justine blushed. "Of course Ray and I were curious so we watched them moving in furniture. Andrea was a tall blonde with light complexion, Mark was rugged and handsome. They had no children. Ray and I were glad they were near our own age. Ray bought a new hi-fi and sometimes he plays it too loud. A younger couple would be less likely to complain about the music."
"On the weekends Mark and Andrea sun-bathed out in their back yard,…," Justine noted. "Andrea wore a tangerine-colored bikini that revealed the lush curves of her body. Mark wore no shirt and strutted about in a frayed pair of blue jeans. His muscles were hard and firm. His broad shoulders were well-tanned. Mark lay beside Andrea, My husband stood watching them from our back door. There was a hungry look in his eyes."
"Hey-honey…," Ray laughed. "Those two are like us. They can't keep their hands off each other!"
"I glimpsed out the door in time to see Mark leaning over Andrea, moving his hands between her thighs as he passionately kissed her lips. They looked like two hungry animals feeding! Andrea locked her arms around her husband's neck and abandoned herself for a moment to the full sensuality of the gesture."
"I bet they don't know they have an audience…!," Ray laughed.
"Shh… aren't they cute!"
"I think she is…," Ray laughed, "He doesn't excite me very much!"
"Just then…," Justine laughed. "Andrea pushed Mark off her. She must have realized his passions were getting out of hand. We watched as Andrea got to her feet and carried the beach towel into the house. Mark followed, blushing, as he held his wife's hand."
"I'd like to see the end of that demonstration…," Ray gasped, ignoring the hard bulge in his pants.
"After that we got quite a kick out of watching Andrea and Mark out in the back yard…," Justine noted. "When he mowed the yard I sometimes watched him striding across the grass with the muscles in his arms and legs bulging like footballs. There was something graceful about the way Mark walked-like a proud lion in the jungle looking for prey. It didn't take much to figure out I liked his looks."
"Ray and Mark finally became acquainted…," Justine noted. "Ray's car wouldn't start one morning and Mark came out and helped him. That night Andrea invited us to dinner. It seemed we couldn't get to know each other quick enough. Mark and Andrea wanted children but they wanted to buy a house first. They were talking about buying the one next to ours! Ray and Mark hit it off with their mutual interest in bowling. Every Wednesday night they went out together bowling for two hours or more. Andrea and I spent the time playing cards or just talking."
"It was wonderful…," Justine smiled, "having friends our own age! Andrea and I talked about sex, I've got to admit. She complained that she couldn't lay in bed all day like Mark wanted her to do. And then one morning she confided to me that her husband was trying to persuade her to submit to anal intercourse when she had her period."
"Have you and Ray ever tried it?" Andrea inquired. "I don't think I like the idea. Mark insists I'm neglecting him at that time of the month. He even hinted, in a joking manner of course, that he'd go out on me if I didn't submit to his desires."
"It sounds ghastly…," Justine frowned. "Unnatural-but then I guess men have stronger desires than us women!"
"I used to masturbate my anus as a child…," Justine noted. "After that discussion I began doing it again. I thought of a hard penis going in and out and the thought turned me on. As we became closer friends it was obvious that Ray liked Andrea and found her attractive. And sometimes I noticed that Mark touched me in a sensual way. We had a party one night, dancing to records and listening to music. I danced with Mark and when he held me close, wearing no undershirt, I felt the passionate warmth of his body. Mark held me close, rubbing his groin against me. I saw the far-away look in my husband's eyes and I knew he was enjoying the closeness of Andrea's body."
"I think the booze is going to my head…," Mark whispered, impulsively kissing my ear-lobe. "Because „… baby… I'm thinking thoughts right now that no married man ought to be thinking."
"O-oooo…," Justine frowned, enjoying the casual intimacy of the moment. She pulled away, feeling the insistent rise of Mark's cock inside his jeans. She glanced over and noticed that the front of her husband's pants were bulging out like a tent. She noticed that Ray seemed to be doing nothing to inhibit the expression of his natural urge. Therefore Justine allowed herself to relax in Mark's arms even though his penis was rubbing against her in a suggestive manner.
"Andrea and your husband seem to like each other…," Mark whispered, gently rubbing the sides of my breasts with his hands. "They're too involved to notice us!"
"All of a sudden Mark's lips touched mine…," Justine noted. "I felt the rub of his moustache against my lips. I felt that cursive tongue between my lips. Instinctively, I began sucking it. I was aware that I was kissing another woman's husband. But with the warm fire in the pit of my stomach and the mood of the moment it didn't much matter-because my husband was desperately interested in another woman."
"Out of the corner of my eye…," Justine admitted, "I saw my husband kiss Andrea. I saw Andrea's lips searching hungrily for fulfillment I felt a momentary jealousy but as Mark pressed himself against me and I felt the insistent nudge of his penis."
"Two can play the mating game…*," Mark smiled, making an effort to really tempt me with his physical closeness.
"Oh-we shouldn't…," Justine stammered, suddenly overcome with guilt as she felt the strange urgency of her own desire.
"No one will know but the four of us…," Mark urged, hugging me close as he kissed my neck. "Your husband is ripe for the idea. Besides you get tired of the same old stuff night after night. We could make some pretty music together, baby… I can tell."
"No-Mark…!," Justine gasped.
"Honey-come on…," Mark whispered, softly.
"I allowed Mark to lure me into the bedroom…," Justine revealed. "I turned and saw a broad smile on my husband's face as he pulled Andrea close against his throbbing groin. I knew then that my husband wouldn't disapprove. Without saying a word I followed Mark into the bedroom. I lifted my lips to bЈ kissed. I allowed those curious male fingers to slowly undress me."
"I've wanted to do this for a long time…," Mark blushed, removing my blouse and bra. "Why don't you take out my cock and excite it a little?"
"Mark unzipped his penis…," Justine smiled. "It was a lot thicker and longer than Bay's. Mark handled it a moment. Then he took my small hand and guided it to his cock."
"I began fingering it…,"Justine blushed. "I squeezed it and moved my hand rhythmically back and forth. I felt it grown even more rigid in my own hand."
"Step out of those panties…," Mark sighed, "and show me your delicious cunt."
"I felt shy and embarrassed…," Justine noted. "For a girl who had been afraid to have sex before marriage I had come a long way. I felt like some strip-tease dancer displaying her body before hungry eyes."
"You're some dish…," Mark gasped, gazing down at his own rigid penis. "Everyone likes a change of diet now and then-even wives!"
"Mark had little trouble pushing me into a bedside romance…," Justine noted. "He eased me down in the bed. His mouth became hungry as he feasted his lips on my ripe and aching breasts. I studied the ruggedly handsome body on top of me. I had never been before promiscuous before marriage. Now suddenly I was acting like some brazen whore. The thought pleased me. I had never known that sex could be so exotically delicious before. It seemed somehow tragic and yet ironical that this shy girl was now embracing sex with another woman's husband with open abandon."
"Mark was like a ravenous animal…," Jus-tine noted. "My husband, Ray, was always so cautious and gentle in his sexual approach. Mark was exactly the opposite. He took me as if he owned me and I were his property. His teeth became rough violators of my breasts. His hands explored my vagina like scavengers searching for booty, He pried and plied my flesh with rough urgency, making me little more than his instrument of pleasure. Yet in his rough appropriation of my body he pleased me with an animal kind of sensuality. His mouth bit my abdomen making me cringe in pain.
"Mmmmmmmmmm-baby…," Mark gasped, panting hotly. "You look good enough to eat!"
"Oh-ooooooooo, Mark…," Justine gasped. "That hurts."
"I bet I could make you like it, baby…!," Mark laughed, rubbing his face in my love mound.
"I felt his teeth searching for my inner lips. I felt that tongue probing deep inside me…" Justine noted. "Mark was rough and downright painful in the way he treated me-yet the surprising thing was that he was making me respond to him!
"His mouth moved to my thighs…," Justine blushed. "He bit and sucked them, until I barely panted with desire, Mark moved his mouth back to my love-mound. He sucked my clitoris, sending sharp waves of pleasure through every nerve-ending in my body!"
"Oh-Mark…,"Justine gasped, "suck me-suck me!"
"Oh-baby!," Mark gasped, "are you hot!"
"Oh, Mark-ohooooooo!," Justine moaned, moving her thighs with eager abandon.
Justine twisted and turned, contorting her body wildly in strange poses, that expressed the inner turmoil of her desire. Justine's eyes rolled back, her lips parted in a sensual expression of passion, and she rhythmically rubbed her cunt against Mark's searching tongue and lips.
"Oho-Mark-ohoooooo!," Justine gasped, "I'm coming… I'm co… mi… ng!"
"Shoot-baby," Mark groaned, lapping harder. "Shoot!"
"I creamed Mark's lips…," Justine moaned, rubbing her arm. "I came all over his face. He tongued me until my cunt almost went dry. Then he lay on top of me and kissed my lips, sucking them painfully, for almost a half hour. I felt myself becoming wet between my thighs. Mark was the kind of guy who could make you come just by kissing you real erotically."
"You're ready-baby!," Mark whispered, sucking my tongue. "You'll be a honey once I break you in!"
"No-Mark!"
"I felt that rod moving between my thighs…," Justine blushed. "I lay there feeling him pushing into me. I rose to meet his thrusts and placed my hands down firmly against his buttocks!"
"Mark ploughed into me…," Justine revealed. "He slid his big broad masculine hands down under my buttocks. Roughly Mark pulled me up onto his dick. He literally whipped his rough hard rod in and out of my yielding flesh. My body became an instrument of pleasure, a pool of desire. I could feel myself melting under his passionate body. Each thrust was like an arrow released from a bow that struck target dead-center. Somehow I responded like a wild and primitive animal. I dug my fingernails into Mark's shoulders urging him on to greater passion. I rose to meet his thrusts, squeezing his hard cock with my vigorous vaginal muscles. The sensations produced were out of this world!"
"O-ooooo… la… la…,!" Mark blushed, thrusting harder. "Do you know how to f… u… c… k?!"
"Oh… Mark…," Justine panted, "screw me! Screw me!!"
"My pleasure-honey!" Mark groaned.
"Mark pummeled me to a fiery orgasm…," Justine smiled. "I came like a flash flood! I lay there exhausted and gasping for breath as Mark nibbled playfully at my nipples."
"We got up then…," Justine noted. "We crept down the hall. We got a long glimpse of my husband Ray, and Mark's wife, Andrea, laying on the couch and copulating with a wild urgent fury. I really was surprised to see my husband going at Andrea like a wild man. His ass rose and fell in a series of hard thrusts that had Andrea tossing and turning her blonde hair and screaming for release."
"Oh-RAY!," Andrea gasped, "oh-please-do it!"
"Hot assed bitch…!," Mark whispered in my "My husband pumped and pounded like a man in a kind of frenzy…," Justine blushed. "He was fucking Andrea with more wild urgency than he ever used on me! I felt a touch of jealousy. Yet I was proud of my husband and really glad that he was pleasing himself so thoroughly, I knew it was going to happen. Ray's body gave a tremendous jerk and he shot his load into Andrea's eager clit. Andrea cried out as her own violent orgasm erupted."
"Mark and I entered the room smiling sheepishly…,"Justine smiled.
"I didn't know we had an audience…," Andrea gasped, staring at her husband's limp penis. "I see you've been satisfied."
"Maybe we should trade mates for keeps…!" Mark laughed, pinching Ray's shoulder, playfully.
"Not a bad idea…!," Ray smiled. "Or maybe we should move in together and just share one big king-size bed!"
"Somehow we seemed like four terribly naughty children…," Justine blushed. "We gazed down at our genitals and we grinned. I felt slightly ashamed of myself. Yet I enjoyed the strange erotic scene that had taken place. I had loved every moment that Mark made love to me. And yet I loved my own husband, Ray, very much."
"We're acting like a bunch of evil minded children…," Mark teased. "But isn't it fun? I like being married. But I don't like the part about restricting myself to just one woman. Even if Andrea is the best wife on this earth. I guess we both got married, Ray, before we sowed all of our wild oats."
"Maybe we're just oversexed!," Ray laughed.
"Does anybody enjoy ass-loving… T Mark questioned. "Do you like it Justine?"
"I've never tried it…," Justine blushed. "I'm game though if you'll be careful."
"Honey-that's painful…," Ray interrupted, glancing at Mark's huge, half-erect sexual organ.
"I used to masturbate my anus…," Justine noted, with enthusiasm. "I wouldn't mind trying it"
"Mark disappeared into the bedroom long enough to bring back a jar of Vaseline. Mark greased his dick with it until it was standing out and arching upward…," Justine noted.
"Ray made me bend over…," Justine continued, "and then he jabbed a big wad of Vaseline up my rectum. Ray said he'd let Mark plough up his anus but he couldn't force himself to commit a homosexual act."
"I'm no pussy boy…!," Ray laughed, glancing at Mark's huge throbbing tool. "No wonder the women like you with a ram-rod like that!"
"You might suck your wife off…," Mark suggested, "while I slowly work myself into her butt. I guess she'd better get down on all fours like a dog."
"Down…Rover!" Ray teased, urging his wife down onto the floor.
"I got down in the floor…," Justine admitted. "I was nervous and expectant. I've got a great deal of passionate sexual curiosity and analism is one of my strong interests. I'd never approached Ray about the subject because I suspected that he might find it offensive."
"Brace yourself-sugar.!," Mark laughed, moving in behind me. "And Ray-get down there and give the snatch some tongue action. I want her mind off my rod until I get it in there!"
"Okay-daddyo!," Ray laughed.
"My hubby put a couch cushion under his head so that his mouth was right even with my box. All Ray had to do was open his eyes wide and he would watch Mark moving forward with that throbbing bowsprit to my arse-hole. I felt Ray's mouth on my snatch, gently lapping, and I concentrated on my response to his tongue efforts."
"Ummmmm-baby…!," Ray laughed, "are you juicy!"
"Andrea got tired of watching solo…," Justine noted. "So she began fingering her own clit I told her to come on and rub it against my mouth so that I might have something to bite into if Mark should hurt me."
"You're encouraging…," Andrea giggled.
"Andrea rubbed her muff against my face… " Justine noted. "I felt Mark pushing against my tight sphincter muscle. It hurt like hell the way he jabbed and pushed into me. Ray increased his lingual efforts on my monkey-box and Andrea rubbed her muff passionately against my mouth."
"I cried out once or twice as Mark worked his throbbing penis into my hole…," Justine smiled. "It hurt. But it was a delicious kind of pain. It hurt but in a very sensual and sexual way. The pain, as it increased, became sharp waves of pleasure spreading throughout my body. I thrust back onto that throbbing penis that had just painfully penetrated the tight sphincter ring. I felt Mark pumping and pummeling, holding tight to my hips, as he thrust that throbbing bowsprit deep into my bowels. The tongue moving on my cunt excited me to a feverish pitch. I just about came as Mark buried his genital-knife deeper inside of me."
"What a butt…!," Mark gasped, panting heavily.
"What a rod," Ray cried, raising his eyebrows as he studied the throbbing tool buried in my bottom.
"How about you sucking me off-Ray," Andrea suggested, moving away from my mouth. "Jus-tine needs to concentrate now on that rod in her bottom!"
"Sure thing-BABY!," Ray replied, moving eagerly between Andrea's thighs.
"It was pure heaven the way Mark pumped his bulging cock in and out of my bottom…," Justine admitted. "Sure it hurt like the very devil. But once it was in there and working inside of me the pleasure was out of this world. I've never felt anything like it before in my entire life!"
"I had a violent orgasm…," Justine confessed. "It was one of the wildest most explosive moments of my entire life. I'm not ashamed to admit that many parts of my body are sensual to sexual stimulation. I'm not really too ashamed to admit that I've made love to a man other than my husband. I guess Mark and I really are too young to really settle down and live a quiet life. Our bodies are full of sensual desires and passions.
"Go on…"
"I don't love anyone but Ray…," Justine admitted, "But when you get as close as the four of us were something is bound to happen. You start talking about sex and it isn't long before you're hopping in bed with someone. It's just like a natural instinct! The four of us were so young and innocent and so sexually curious. When we were thrown into close contact the inevitable happened."
"Go on… "
"Our idyllic life was rudely interrupted by a prying neighbor who had a set of binoculars…," Justine gasped. "That's why we're consulting you. It seems our loud hi-fi created some minor disturbance according to our 'old maid' neighbor. Anyway she phoned the police and informed them that we were mating like 'heathens' inside the house. The police surrounded the house and burst in on us. When they got our names it was evident that the men we were sleeping with weren't our own husbands. It even got a minor write-up in the paper with the heading saying something about "Newly-wed Swappers." It implied that we so quickly tired of our own husbands sexually that we became promiscuously involved with each other. We became the laughing-stock of the community, the brunt of crude jokes and insolent gestures."
"I guess what we did was wrong…," Justine noted. "I mean-legally and morally. But it seemed so right for us. Our bodies were young and hot. Since all this happened we haven't even dared to be seen in public…"
"Continue… "
"Andrea calls me every morning to make sure I'm alright…," Justine notes. "We're not mature enough to handle all this sudden curiosity and intrigue that our neighbors seem to be displaying. I'm actually afraid to go over and see my best friend because I'm afraid some neighbor may start a tale about us being lesbians. It was a wonder they didn't bring out that possibility. But then they would have been dead wrong."
"Are you strictly heterosexual…?"
"Yes…," Justine admitted. "This morning Andrea told me that Mark had accepted a job with a steel firm in New Jersey. They'll be moving in ten days. Ray and I would like to throw a going* away party for them but we're afraid to. As it is the neighborhood kids now make a habit of peeping through our windows to see what's going on. Ray and Mark haven't been close since the run-in with the police. Mark's family found out about it. They've disowned him. Andrea says Mark wants to get away from it all and leave the past behind."
"Do you think you may form a swapping alliance with anyone else your own age?"
"I doubt it…," Justine admitted. "For one thing, I've discovered that I'm very much pregnant. About five weeks into it, I think. As far as I know the child is my husband's. But there's always the very real possibility that it might be Mark's. Besides-Ray and I couldn't form that kind of friendship with just anyone. We never guessed such a thing would happen between us. It just did-on the spur of the moment! After the drastic consequences it will be a long time before we become sexually familiar with anyone else. We're trying to sub-lease our house now. We want to move into a new neighborhood. All of the children on the block giggle when we come out of our house and call us "The Lovers". It's downright embarrassing!"
"The Judge that let us off so light said we'd have to consult a psychiatrist…," Justine grumbled. "I don't think we're nuts. We're just a couple of kids who went too far in our affection. Honestly-for a while it seemed like we were back in high school-free doing as we pleased. Maybe we did go too far-but from what I understand we're not the only ones loose in the world seeking adventurous sex kicks!"
PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMENT:
Statistics prove that most swappers became interested in mate-switching after several years of marriage. Most swappers are middle-aged and sexually experienced. Often they become interested in swinging only after they become aware that 'marital boredom' has set in.
Yet the facts remain that a great number of young couples also engage in promiscuous sex when they become involved in group swap sessions. In this particular case history the sexual incidents were secretly carried out among four young, and basically immature, couples.
Mark and Andrea, Justine and Ray happened to be next door neighbors. They formed a close and fast friendship. This led to the participation in many activities together. One thing led to another and soon they began having weekend dance parties which involved much drinking and dancing. On one particular occasion both girls noticed that they physically responded to each others husbands. Since the sexual attraction was mutual among all four persons it seems quite natural that the inevitable occurred/Ray made a pass at Andrea and found her responsive, and Mark found Justine equally responsive to the suggestion that they should become more intimately acquainted.
Though their friendship began casually enough it is obvious that both couples' youthful interests soon turned to sex/Indulging in moderate drinking they found many inhibitions released.
As author Roger Blake notes in THE WIFE SWAPPERS…
"There are also instances where a drinking party of sophisticated couples which had begun as nothing more than a friendly get-together, has ended up in a Roman orgy." (3)
While many group swapping sessions consist of five couples or more, many groups never grow any larger than the original two-couple foursome.
In THE SEXUAL VARIANT, author Harvey T. Leathern notes…
"While large groups gain most of the publicity and attention,-at least one national magazine is involved in an extensive study, reporting monthly, on the sexual behavior of American wife-swappers-the majority of marital trading usually involves just four persons. Two married couples finding that a bit of genital variety adds a little spice to the sexual repertoire, become friendly and then intimate with each other-without ever desiring or considering the inclusion of a third or a fourth couple," (16)
Surprisingly many swap sessions are limited to an intimate four-some. When we become involved in presenting a clear view of the world of swapping we must consider that individual desires and interests among the participants may vary.
It quite commonly happens, among older and younger couples, that a close friendship often leads into erotic channels. Some swappers prefer the intimacy of a smaller group and never include any other couples.
In this case it was most embarrassing to be apprehended by the police in the act of 'mate-swapping' and even more psychologically harmful to be prosecuted criminally for indulging in an act which is engaged in by quite a large percentage of our population.
At this point both Justine and Ray are undergoing analysis. Both feel they need some help in coping with their guilt feelings and their deep embarrassment resulting from being apprehended in engaging in America's number one indoor sport.
Neither Justine nor Ray believe they will ever become involved in swapping again for quite some time. They are both saving their money to buy a home. Justine is eagerly awaiting the birth of their first child.
"I don't feel guilty about what Ray and I did…," Justine admitted, trying to honestly appraise her own feelings. "I'm just sorry that it ended up in the big mess that it did. Even mature adults get mixed up in the big wide world of sex! Ray and I have had our fling. Now we want to settle down!"
"I really feel sorry for Mark…," Justine related. "His family has practically disowned him. I don't think we were so wrong. I believe a lot of people are acting hypocritical for condemning us when so many thousands of others are doing just the same thing!"
Ray and Justine are maturing. I no longer believe they need psychiatric help. While I do not condone swapping I believe that much harm is done publicly exposing those who commit such offenses. I believe also that many of those convicted of such offenses suffer more damage from the conviction itself than from the practice of wife-swapping!
Such it seems, is the state of ridiculous confusion that exists when sex becomes investigated by those who would uphold the law. In many cases legal prosecution for illegal sexual offenses causes more psychological harm than the various acts themselves.