Raymond Thomas

The Young Swappers

CHAPTER 1

Joel Pearson looked at his wife Sheila’s nude body. She was lying sprawled out in the middle of their huge, king-sized bed. The longer that Joel focused his eyes on her rust-colored public mound, the more enticing she became to him.

He had spent most of the day testing his new automobile for an important race that weekend in Northern California, and the thing he needed most at that particular moment was a little relaxation to get away from the pre-race tension that always set in several days before he was to depart for a big automobile race.

The longer his eyes surveyed her pubic mound, the greater his interest became in reaching down and touching it.

For a moment his eyes focused on her lovely face. He liked her sparkling blue eyes, and her radiant bright red hair.

He had loved Sheila right from the first time that he had met her when both were students in high school. They had married just a few weeks subsequent to their graduation, at which time Joel got a job working full time at a garage.

In the five years that intervened, Joel made great strides in the field of race-car driving. At first he started out drag racing as a weekend hobby, but soon, after he began to acquire a reputation of excellence, he was able to branch out into the more lucrative field of big cars. From there he began enjoying a number of successes, and now they were able to share a luxury penthouse apartment in fashionable Westwood, not far from the U.C.L.A. campus.

Joel reached down with his left hand, allowing his fingers to move ever so slowly inside his wife’s mound.

He touched her rust-colored pubic hair, then permitted his fingers to wind their way toward her vaginal walls.

He played with her pussy lips ever so affectionately, anticipating the moment at which he would let his tongue go to work on her mound.