CAROL: Once you become used to this, to all being together it’s not nearly as enjoyable to separate and couple off. In a funny way it gets so that it almost feels like cheating on your mate to be off by yourself at a time like that. You get a much greater feeling of closeness when you all stay together and have sex openly in front of one another.
BOB: You also have the fun of watching, and I mean wholesome watching, not the peeping Tom variety. You participate and watch at the same time.
CAROL: I really enjoy watching Bob with another woman. I had thought that this would be something to really bring out the jealous streak in me. That’s not what happened at all. I get a real charge out of it.
Also, when you are together like that, you sort of change partners over and over again. You make love to each other in addition to the other couple. This also gives more of a feeling of togetherness. And there are all sorts of physical things about the four of you together, like a man may kiss one girl while he has relations with another, or different things of that sort which are outside of the usual and add a lot of spice to an evening.
BOB: Or the two girls may put on a show, for instance.
CAROL: Do you remember the first time that happened?
BOB: Did you think I would ever forget?
CAROL: And how I didn’t like the idea one bit. And if it had just been thrown out to me as an idea, or if that girl had just come over and made a pass at me, I think I would have run out of the house screaming.
BOB: It was our house. Where would you have gone to?
CAROL: Anywhere, anywhere at all.
BOB: And how far could you run? You were stark naked at the time, the way I remember it.
CAROL: I still almost ran, and naked or clothed would have made no difference at all. But fortunately they used the gradual approach. Even so, I wasn’t crazy about the idea, but I wasn’t as shocked as I might have been.
BOB: The way it happened was we had this couple over, real nice people and very experienced swingers. They had been to orgies, scenes of twenty couples or more.
CAROL: We never did try anything like that.
BOB: We were never with more than one couple at a time, never have been, and as enthusiastic as some people are over those mob scenes I never had the slightest interest in them. The whole idea of crowds rubs me the wrong way.
But we had this couple over and had a real good time. He was a skinny guy but fairly muscular, and she was a little old redhead, also on the skinny side, with deep eyes that could stare clear through you. And we had a good time with them, and there we were just lying around in the buff while they were telling us some of their experiences.
And he was saying that one of the things he really enjoys is watching two girls make love.
CAROL: And I said, “Oh, you mean lesbians.”
BOB: And he says not lesbians at all, but just two women who like to do this as a sort of exhibition. They don’t have to be lesbians, he says, but just to enjoy this sort of thing a little bit.
And Carol said that she couldn’t see how a normal woman could let herself do that.
CAROL: And the girl said that she was a normal woman, she certainly considered herself a normal woman, and she happened to like it. And then she gave me a long look and all of a sudden I knew we weren’t talking about something they had seen at a party. We were talking about here and now, about this redheaded girl and me.
And I got this shiver all through me.
So I said, “Look, are you trying to tell me you’d like to make love to me?”
“That’s what I’m saying,” she said.
“I’m not like that,” I said.
She gave me a big smile. She asked me if I had ever tried it, and I said no, I never had.
“Well,” she said, “you might enjoy it.”
“I couldn’t,” I said. “I would freeze up.”
“How do you know?”
“I just know,” I said. “I couldn’t touch you or do any of those things to you. I just couldn’t.”
I felt like crying. I really did.
“I’ll tell you,” she said, “you don’t have to do a thing. All you have to do is close your eyes and let me fool with you a little, and I won’t do anything that you won’t like. You can trust me that far, can’t you?”
I said I guessed I could, but would she really want to do this to me? She said it always got the men really charged up and she didn’t mind at all. But did she really want to, I wanted to know. Yes, she said, it was something that she enjoyed now and then if the other wife was someone who appealed to her, and she thought I was very beautiful and she knew she would enjoy it, and she guaranteed I would enjoy it, too.
Now you have to remember and bear in mind that not ten minutes ago I had been watching this girl and my husband making love to beat the band, so I knew she was normal, a normal woman. She was no out-and-out lesbian, I could know that much. And Bob here kept urging me to go along with it. I could see how excited he was about it.
BOB: It wasn’t hard to see. I had read about this in all the books, two of the girls putting on a show, and I had always found it very stimulating to think about it. I understood that it was very common at swinging sessions. In fact, Carol didn’t know it, but we had had overtures made to us before in this respect. Once a man asked me if Carol would go for it, and I told him I didn’t think so. And another time I noticed a gal said something to Carol with a sort of double meaning, waiting to see if she would pick up on it, but she didn’t and they let it lay.
CAROL: So to make a long story short I decided I would go along with it, but honestly not expecting to get anything out of it myself, because it had never even been in my mind that this was something that I or any other normal woman could enjoy. I had never really given the whole thing enough thought to form an opinion. But I would go along with it once and see if it was something I could put up with for Bob’s benefit.
Which just goes to show you how well I didn’t know myself, because it’s putting it mildly to say I got a lot more than I expected.
BOB: I never saw her like that before.
CAROL: I just about lost my mind. She went very, very slow with me. I stretched out with my eyes closed and she just started touching me at first, running her hands very lightly over my body from my shoulders all the way down to the soles of my feet and back again. She just touched me so gently and so lightly. It was like hypnotizing a cat by stroking its fur.
At first I was telling myself that I didn’t mind this, just hands touching me like that, and with my eyes closed I could even pretend it was a man touching me. But she went on doing the same thing, letting her hands glide over my breasts ever so lightly, and I felt my nipples getting stiff from the contact. Now this is something that just happens, it’s a purely physical reaction that will happen to a girl whoever touches her nipples, whether she feels sexy or not. It’s a reaction, but I felt it happening, and I thought, my Lord, she’s actually getting to me.
And I stopped wanting to pretend it was a man.
She went on and got bolder as she went along. I just lay there like a corpse but I was getting stirrings all through my body. She held my breasts and handled them in a wonderful way. I was hot now and there was just no question about it. I was even getting moist from it.
She started kissing me, just little kisses here and there on my body, and then she began using her tongue on my breasts, and she was fantastic at this. She knew just how to arouse me and she didn’t quit, and then she touched me between my legs, and finally she kissed her way down there and began to tongue me.
This was something which I always enjoyed when a man did it, but she was different in doing it. You can always tell the difference whether it’s a man or a woman doing this particular thing to you. Not just the obvious differences that her hair was so soft all over my thighs and her cheeks were smooth but the technique she used, the way she knew just what to do and when to do it. The whole feeling you get is different when it’s a woman doing it. Not necessarily that it’s better, but it’s different, and this was the first time I had been with a woman and it was very new and exciting to me.