AB-1584 EBOOK

AB-1584 EBOOK
AB-1584 EBOOK
Carol's Race Relations by Dave Lea
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Wife-swapping generally starts out with two couples that know about each other, two couples that are sure of the others’ discretion. Rarely does one couple involve the other in an unwanted situation. When Wally and Betty Jo became involved unwillingly in the dope-smuggling ring they naturally blamed Carol and Bruce. Dr. R. M. Drake states in his book, The Psycho neuroses in Abnormal Psychology: “Anxiety (is) a condition of continuous apprehension and fear… fear that is unwarranted and cannot be considered a phobia,” caused, among other things, by, “conflict between sexual desire (Freud)… and thwarted desire (Adler).” When Bruce and Carol found out about Senor Mendez’s actions they reported him to the Narcotics Bureau immediately and thereby involved everyone right up to their boobs, even the new Negro couple they’d just decided to introduce into the swap group.


More than half of the Sunday crowd had left after the ninth race. Soiled dishes and empty glasses littered many of the tables around us in the clubhouse. Betty Jo Conzelman sat across from me, close to my husband Bruce, pretending to read the Racing Form spread before him. From the occasional twitch of her left shoulder I knew that her hand, hidden by the overhanging tablecloth, was not idle.

And from the odious grin on Bruce’s long thin face, I could read the sensual pleasure her manual caresses roused in him. I should not have been angry. Wallace Conzelman was seated beside me, his right thigh pressing against me and his right hand moving stealthily toward my groin.

Although I made no move to prevent his covert touches, I refused to respond to them either physically or emotionally. I was not angry with Wally. I had enjoyed his expertise and ingenuity in lovemaking throughout the long wakeful night at the motel, once I had recovered from the shock of awaking to find him in bed with me.

Even now the tender skin of my inner thighs was raw from the chafe of the tough stubbles of his beard. I had awakened late this morning in Wally’s arms, infuriated by the realization that Bruce had schemed this swap of wives to curry favor with a prospective client of his advertising business. I felt like a cheap whore who had been entrapped by her pimp into a night of depravity for his personal gain.


Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.

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