“I know what I’m talking about. I’ve been in this business better than twenty years, son.” The man asserted.
Joel thanked him kindly, then began walking closer to the bar.
Just as he was about to sit down at the bar, he heard a friendly and familiar voice calling out to him.
“Come over here, Joel,” he recognized Mickey Durrell’s voice.
He turned and walked toward the table, where Mickey was polishing off dessert.
Sitting next to him was his overpoweringly beautiful blonde wife, Faye.
It was about the third time that Joel had seen Faye in the last few weeks, and every time that he feasted his eyes in her direction, he became more impressed with her beauty of face and figure.
“How’s it going folks?” Joel looked at Mickey and Faye, grinning.
“Just fine. Congratulations,” Faye said. “You drove a very good race.”
“You’re very kind, thank you,” he replied.
“You sure did, old pal. Sit down and join us,” Mickey said, pulling out a chair.
“I think you would have won that race, if it hadn’t been for those mechanical problems,” Joel exclaimed.
“Who knows,” Mickey shrugged.
Joel was referring to a mechanical failure that afflicted Mickey in the first few laps of the race. As a result of it, he was forced to bow out, unable to continue.
“You really have had the tough breaks, Mickey, and I’m awfully sorry,” Joel said.
“I’ve been around this circuit for a few years,” Mickey grinned. “I know that these things even themselves out if you stick around long enough. So I’m not sweating it.”
“I guess my husband is what you’d call an incurable optimist,” Faye laughed.
As Joel sat there with the Durrell’s, his cock couldn’t help but harden every time that he glanced Faye’s way. He recognized this burning restlessness that was pervading his inner spirit. Whereas for a while his eyes had remained exclusively Sheila, or at least almost exclusively, now he was developing a roving eye.
They talked for a few minutes, after which the waitress came over and took away the plates.
“I can stand a beer,” Mickey said. “Make that three beers.”
“If you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll be leaving,” Faye smiled, getting up from the table. “You two guys have a beer. I’m gonna go back to the hotel and take a nap.”
“You want to turn in this early?” Mickey looked at her with surprise.
“You know how it is the day of the race,” Faye smiled. “I go through every twist and turn with you, darling.”
“I guess it is good to have a devoted wife.” Mickey winked at Joel.
“It sure is,” Joel replied.
Joel got up from his chair, smiling cordially at Faye as she walked away.
“Congratulations again,” she said.
As Joel watched Faye walk toward the door, he observed the manner in which her curvaceous buttocks rotated back and forth.
“That’s some kind of a great woman you’ve got there, Mickey,” Joel exclaimed.
“Yeah, she’s alright,” Mickey said a little tensely. “Aren’t you gonna have any dinner?”
“Not until later. I usually can’t eat until long after a race.”
“I used to be that way. It wore off.”
“For a guy’s who’s pretty young, you sure sound like an old pro.”
“You’re what, twenty-three?”
“That’s right.”
“I’m three years older. But three years in this business on somebody else can be like ten in anything else.”
“Maybe you’re right. Anyway, that Faye is sure a gorgeous woman. I’ll bet you’re really proud of her.”
“I am,” he said, a little dismally, taking a sip from his beer.
“You really don’t sound it.”
“How can I say it,” Mickey shook his head painfully. “You reach a point in a marriage where you start feeling a little restless. I was a rookie driver if nineteen when I meet Faye. She was a racing queen of this race I was in-in this little town in Washington. I feel for her real quick, damned hard. No sooner did I get a kiss from her in the winner’s circle than I was asking her out.
Would you believe. That same night we were banging back in my hotel room, but she wasn’t the type who was gonna be laid by just anybody wither. It just so happened that we were on each other’s wave length.”
“That’s a beautiful thing. I don’t know what you’re complaining about.”
“It’s just after seven years of marriage, you find out that some of the tunes get old. It’s a hard thing to explain. Sure she’s beautiful, and sure she tries for everything she’s worth to please me. But, as I said, the music kinda gets stale.”
“Surely you’re not thinking of divorcing her.”
“No, not that,” he said emphatically. “It’s just that I’m getting restless. I mean, I’d like to step out a little. And I wouldn’t really mind it if she did it either. I think there’s a good deal to be said for swapping.”
“Maybe you’ve got something there,” Joel immediately picked up the cue. “I know that things have been getting a little dull with me in my married life, too. I mean, Sheila’s a gorgeous gal, but there are some things she just doesn’t want to do.”
“I’m really impressed by your wife,” Mickey said. “She’s as gorgeous a redhead as I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
“And I’m impressed with Faye,” Joel replied.
“Would you get real angry if I just made a suggestion,” Mickey said soberly.
“I guess it depends on what the suggestion is,” Joel laughed. “No, I wouldn’t get annoyed. Besides, I think I know what you’re leading up to anyway.”
“I just wish to hell we could talk our wives into getting together for a swapping session. It sure as hell would relieve the monotony.”
“I’m just afraid that Sheila would hit the ceiling. I’m with you, though. I really dig Faye.”
“I’ll tell you what,” Mickey said, taking another sip from his beer. “I’ll do what I can to use a little psychology on Faye. Why don’t you do the same thing with Sheila.”
“I know she’d never go for swapping right off,” Joel said.
“There’s always one other way to handle this. We could arrange an outing together, and do a little drinking. Then maybe nature would take its course.”
Joel and Mickey remained in touch throughout the next week.
They met at a few bars frequently by the automobile driving crowd in Los Angeles, discussing strategy.
Finally they both told their wives that they thought an outing to Palm Springs over the weekend would be superb. They explained that there was no race that weekend, and it would be a good opportunity for all them to get away from it all.
The wives both agreed with the idea, and on Friday evening they left for Palm Springs, taking adjoining suites at a beautiful hotel just off Palm Canyon Drive.
The following morning they meet for breakfast, after which they went to the Olympic-size swimming pool and sunned themselves.
Even though Sheila looked absolutely fetching in her bright red bikini, which showed off her long, luscious legs and her sparkling breasts, Joel’s eyes were constantly registering on Faye.
He liked her smooth creamy skin, along with her trim body. Like Sheila, she too possessed long, flowing legs.
Joel could tell that his friend Mickey was getting aroused looking at Sheila, and it seemed strange that the two of them were there, hoping that they could talk the girls into exchanging partners. Joel had never been through anything like this before, and there were times when he resented the way Mickey would steal glances at his wife, just as he realized Mickey, in turn, no doubt resented the same thing from him.
By the time that mid-afternoon rolled around, everyone had acquired a significant tan.
As a matter of fact, the girls had become so red that it was necessary for them to get out of the sun.
Both of them announced the same intention — that of going to their suites and taking a nap.
While the girls slept, Joel and Mickey sat at the bar, sipping their beer and hatching strategy.
“I really think I’ve got Faye broken in pretty well,” Mickey said. “I really balled the hell out of her last night. Did I ever stick my cock up her cunt.