"So, how did she take it?" her husband eagerly questioned.

"I think what you want to know, darling, was, what were her responses… and frankly, they were all that a man like you, with the hots, could ever ask for. She didn't get uptight, and she was damned sure sensually aroused," Barbara informed in her suggestive tone, knowing that she was telling the truth even if she weren't revealing all of it.

"Sweet pussy!" her athletic husband hissingly exclaimed, using one of his favorite expressions. "That's music to my ears, angel! Okay, now get this. I had coffee with your future lover-boy this morning…"

"Steve?"

"Who else've you got cockitis over at the present, baby?" he teased.

"Well, come on, tell me what happened!"

"Foundation work mostly. We're having lunch together tomorrow… a few martinis and the likes… get the scene?"

"Yes… yes…!"

"So, when I think he's ready, I'm going to spring it on him…"

"Spring what? Swapping…?"

"You're right on, lover girl," her deep-voiced mate said. "He'll never be more ready, and you know what a few drinks does to Steve Smith."

"God…! Do you think it'll work, Don?" she questioned, afraid that they could be rushing it. "I mean, maybe we should soften them a little more first…"

"Don't be silly. The first jolt is going to carry the same impact when ever we spring it… and I'll tell you, baby, I don't think I can wait much longer for a piece of that Karen's delectable, tight ass! You wouldn't want to be bringing cigarettes to your raping husband in the jug, would you?"

"You are pumped full of stifferine, aren't you, darling?" Barbara responded with an excited laugh. "Wow… okay, that's fine with me. You know I've been ready for that sweet, gentle husband of hers ever since we moved in! But I just want to be sure we don't blow it…"