ACDC-165 Swing In The Suburbs
Swing In The Suburbs
Bisexuals
ACDC-165
Anonymous
$3.95
Excerpt
That will not work either.
The both of them fucking Marsha.
How?
In tandem? By turns?
It would amount to the same thing as the first. Bill would be doing all the giving and none of the taking.
Oh, it would be a beautiful deal for Ray, all right.
In the man’s house, in the man’s bed, fucking the man’s wife while the man himself gets only what would have been his for the taking right along.
So that’s out.
And besides, it would be insulting to Marsha, either one of these solutions, so-called.
The idea that she could simply be given away, for nothing in return, except for the pleasure she would derive from it, a pleasure which, in theory, could just as easily come from Bill.
And Marsha?
She is no help at all, glancing inquiringly from one man to the other, as though she is at a tennis match.
And again, Ray is to wonder afterward how he got off on such a tangent.
Because he is focused on the problem, in and of itself.
It is an abstract exercise in logic.
Morality, society, convention, right or wrong, these play no part.
There is only the problem and the problem and the problem.
How to swap when you have nothing to offer in trade?
“Way I see it, old buddy, you only got one thing ta lay onna table in this here game, you wanna ante up,” Bill says, at last.
And puts a big arm behind Ray’s head, resting it on the back of the couch.
And for a second, Ray thinks the man is actually going to pimp his wife for money.
But no, even disoriented (he will not admit he is inebriated from the beer, now or afterward) he cannot believe it is that crass, that simple, the solution to the problem.
“Name it.”
“You.”
Ray thinks that one over.
Then, he says, shrugging, “That should work.”
Reviews
There are no reviews yet.