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Sex has finally come out into the open. Television, media and magazines sell their products with it. The bookstore shelves are laden with volumes on how to do it, when to do it, and what to do if you’re not doing it. The nation is aware of sex, and talking about it.
Today, we live in a nation preoccupied with swapping, swinging, open marriage. It has become an acceptable lifestyle, at least within a certain portion of the populace.
Still, no matter how much validation one has, swapping mates with friends and neighbors is a trying emotional experience. The very fabric of our sense of security slips right out from beneath us.
SECRETARY FOR SWAPPING is the story of people who venture into the awesome, though promising, world of group sex. The rewards are many, but the problems are there. Little by little they must work through the stages of adjustment. Perhaps they will never reach the ultimate goal. But it is man’s nature to keep trying, to struggle to adjust to a new environment.
SECRETARY FOR SWAPPING — a startling novel about people who venture into the world of wife-swapping.
“Suck it, Trixie, honey,” Moss Davis shouted. “Suck my big dick all the way down your throat!”
Trixie Harris plunged her head up and down on Moss’ thick cock. Moss entwined his hands in her hair and thrust his cock into her face. Trixie swallowed hungrily as his prick drove deeply into her mouth. She felt it slam against the back of her throat and swallowed some more.
She drew back slightly, so that she was able to taste the moist stickiness of his cock-head again, twirling her tongue faster around the blood inflated knob. Then she began to suck rhythmically, with all the practiced expertise of the accomplished female lover.
Moss watched her lips working on his cock, watched the soft wet skin of her lips pucker outward and then back in again as she moved her mouth the full length of his rigid meat.
And from across the room Milt Harris, Trixie’s husband, watched his wife suck another man’s cock and felt his own meat start to stiffen. Beside him, Moss’ wife, Jennie, was running a vibrator around and around the lips of her pussy.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number GR-2063 in the original publications (a duplicate).