The Reluctant Swingers

Dominic Rizzo greeted the two couples as they entered his fine restaurant. "Mamma Mia, if it's not my old-a colorful friends, the Greens and-a the Browns. I'a no expecting you this evening. Is late, but kitchen still open, especially for the four of you. Let me-a guess: veal piccata for Jim, osso bucco for Bill, pasta carbonara for Gina and linguine with claims for Teresa."

The new arrivals were Jim Green, computer analyst; Teresa Green, teacher; Bill Brown, construction worker; Gina Brown, beauty stylist. They had known each other for years and years. The Greens had a daughter, and the Browns a son. Both children were off to college several states from home.

The couples did many things together: sporting events, concerts, vacations, the theater, church. They were late getting to Rizzo's restaurant because they had just watched a movie downtown. The late arrivals were the last customers to leave.

Dom watched them go. He intended to turn off the parking lot lights after they left. He was surprised when Teresa got into her car behind the wheel. Perhaps Jim had too much to drink, he thought. But the real surprise came when Bill, rather than her husband, got in next to Teresa. And then, of course, he saw Jim and Gina get into the other car.

"Holy Jesus", he said aloud, "They're all-a going to hell. That's where fornicators and adulterers end up." He was most shocked about the lovely Teresa, whom he considered to be intelligent, no-nonsense, and straight as an arrow. Of the four, she was his favorite.

As Teresa approached home, she told Bill to slump down so that he wouldn't be seen. Fortunately, her house had an attached garage so the two of them could go directly inside without using the front door.

Once inside, she directed Bill to the upstairs bedroom, telling him to disrobe and get into bed. She said that she had to freshen up and would join him in ten minutes. And so she did, wearing a short white terry cloth robe and looking stunning. She approached the bed, let her robe fall to the floor, and crawled in next to Bill.

"Bill, I must tell you something, and you're going to hate me for it. I don't know to say this, but I'm just not in the mood for sex tonight."

"No, Teresa, I'm not going to hate you. I've had a tough week on the construction site, and I'm dog tired."

Bill got out of bed, picked up his clothes, and headed for the door.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going downstairs to sleep on the sofa."

"The sofa is uncomfortable, and you're too tall for it. We have a big bed here, and there's no reason why we can't both use it. I don't have a sword to put between us, but I don't think we'll need it. I trust you."

Bill got back in bed.

"To be truthful, Bill, I only agreed to this spouse swapping because the three of you wanted to do it."

"Wait a minute, Teresa, I only agreed to it because I didn't want to be a party pooper. I thought you were all for it. Lovely lady, I think we've been had!"

When the laughter finally died down, Teresa said that she thought that Jim and Gina had a thing for each other. At bridge, she once noticed that they had their shoes off, and were playing footsie under the table.

"Besides, you can just tell by how they look at each other. It is so obvious." Teresa reminded Bill that they were meeting their spouses for breakfast at ten o'clock, and that they should be getting a good night's sleep. With that, they turned their backs to each other and were soon fast asleep.

In the middle of the night, Bill abruptly awakened. At first, he didn't know why, but he immediately found out: Teresa was fucking him like crazy.

"My God, Teresa, what's going on?"

"You're not going to believe this but let me tell you what happened. I woke up and realized that your big hard cock was between my legs and rubbing against my genitals. We were both lying on our sides and you were behind me. I was about to punch you out, but then I realized that you were snoring softly. You were sound asleep! So, you couldn't have been moving your thing. I was responsible for that!

I think you were between my legs for some time and that the gentle motions of our bodies had aroused me. I didn't know that a woman could be aroused while sleeping. But since I was aroused, and your big hard thing was available, I grabbed it, moved closer to you, and stuck it in me. The big question is how did it happen that your penis was where it was, and why did you have an erection?"

"Let me point out some things for you. Most men get occasional erections while sleeping. They can even ejaculate without touching themselves. It's called a wet dream. I lie on my side to prevent sleep apnea, and change sides two or three times during the night, so I guess I do a lot of moving around. How did my tool end up where you found it? I know it's highly improbable, but it just happened. You know that I was sleeping, so I couldn't have planned it."

"That's so strange, but I think I have to go along with your story. I can't come up with another explanation."

"By the way, you didn't finish fucking me, did you?"

"No, I didn't. You interrupted me, and I think that was rude!"

"Would you like to finish it now?"

There was then a prolonged silence.

"Well, why not."

. . .

A couple of minutes along on their trip to breakfast, Teresa told Bill that he could now sit up straight in his seat.

"You did a lot of wonderful things to me last night in bed, and this morning in the shower. I now realize that neither Jim nor I know a whole lot about sex. I've never gone to bed with anyone but him and I haven't read any books on sex, and neither has he, as far as I know. You have taught me a lot, but I think there's more to learn. This will probably shock you, but I would like to have sex with you again."

"I would like that very much, my dear, but how could we arrange it?"

"I've been thinking. Let's say that in the middle of breakfast, you tell Jim and Gina that we are agreeable to doing this again if they would like. Don't sound like you're eager to do so. Tell them that we wouldn't want to do it on a regular basis, but perhaps in a month or so."

"It's likely that Jim will be quite disappointed about his night in bed with my wife, Teresa. I've never told this to anyone, but Gina, as beautiful and sexy looking as she is, is not so hot in bed. I've tried to change this, but without much success. She just kind of lies there and lets you do it to her. I think a gynecologist would say that she has a low libido. So maybe Jim wouldn't take us up on our offer for another meeting."

"You're wrong. Jim would pretend that they had a great time. To do otherwise would be a crushing defeat for his ego."

"Well, we'll know as soon as we see them. Will they be perky and all smiles or quiet and tired looking?"

"Bill, another thing. I would like to try to improve my husband's performance at lovemaking, but I don't know how to do it. I can hardly say that I've learned things from you."

"I'll buy a sex manual for you. You can say that you got it from one of your lady friends, and that it has a lot of tips for improving your sex life."

The Sunrise Diner was just ahead.

. . . When they pulled into the parking lot, Bill noticed that Jim and Gina were just going into the diner. The new arrivals followed them in and sat across from them in the booth. It was immediately obvious that Bill's prediction was right on: Jim was anything but vivacious and exuberant. When the orders arrived and they began eating, the men talked about sports, the ladies about shopping. The previous evening was never mentioned, until Bill brought up the subject of another spouse exchange. Just as Teresa had predicted, Jim instantly agreed, but there was no smile on his face.

When her husband went to the counter to pay the bill, Teresa picked up a small hexagonal salt shaker from the table. As she was turning it over and over in her hand, she was deep in thought.

"What if I can turn my husband into a better bedmate?"

She stopped rotating the saltshaker, looked up at the ceiling, smiled, and delivered the answer to her question.

"Why then, perhaps I will have two lovers."

It appears that Dominic Rizzo's evaluation of Teresa at the restaurant was not entirely accurate. Or maybe his evaluation applied to the old Teresa. Perhaps there is now a new Teresa, one who realizes that good sex can make life more fulfilling.