Of course, that really had nothing to do with it as far as she and Don were concerned. They were very much in love and it was doubtful that any third party, even with Karen's or darling Steve's qualifications, could destroy that. Sex not love, was the secret ingredient that all of their swapping friends had shared and lustily enjoyed with them throughout the two years of their marriage. Not only had it added that needed spice to their individual lives, but it had actually put new zest in their own marital love-making. God knows, it was anything but a boring ordeal for her to go to bed with Don, and especially following a bout or two with some of the other husbands in their circle. Too often, a wife didn't really appreciate what she had at home until she'd laid down for a few of her girlfriends' spouses. And that was another advantage to their private, swinging get-togethers: the exciting exchange of new ideas, ways and approaches, or the actual teaching of a one-track minded husband, or half-frigid wife.

Anyway, the swapping around had certainly meant everything to her and Don's lives together. Being financially comfortable and having all of the luxuries that went along with money was not, in itself, enough, and both of them had realized it almost from the beginning. Sooner or later, the inevitable boredom was bound to set in, usually leading to shady little affairs which divorce attorneys thrived on, and neither of them had wanted that.

Oh, at first, she'd been quite bent when Don had come right out with the idea, the dark-eyed girl remembered as she continued to watch the house across the street, but being that she'd been enjoyable promiscuous all through her senior year in high school and the next four at college, she'd soon bought the program as a wild method of having her cake and eating it too. And so it had been for both of them…

A movement in the yard to the right of Karen's house caught her eye, interrupting Barbara's thoughts, but then she saw it was Satyr and sighed to herself.