The man, quite handsome according to Diane, was standing with his side to the camera, and his penis was in full erection. She decided then and there that it would be very nice indeed to have that weapon rammed into her body. The wife of this man was posed in the bathtub. She had suds covering part of her body, and she had lifted one slim thigh to rest on the edge of the tub. Her pelvis was arched forward and she was pulling the lips of her vagina apart, smiling wickedly into the camera.

Not having a Polaroid camera, Mace purchased one and he and Diane took photos of each other. He slumped on the couch with his erect penis cleaving the air, one hand cupping his full and hairy testicles. The shot of Diane was of her sitting on the carpet, both legs up with her knees pressed against her ample breasts. She was pulling the lips of her vagina apart with one hand, and inserting a finger into the hair-fringed orifice with the other. Both of them smiled invitingly for the eternal image captured on film.

A week later, a meeting was arranged and Mace and Diane drove the fifty miles to meet with their new friends. Excitement at this first step into trading mates for a sexual thrill became too much for them, and Mace had to stop the car once during the trip. Their copulation was very quick, each unable to hold in the orgasms due to the anticipation.

They arrived half an hour late, but were greeted by Ted and Judy happily.

"Thought you backed out," Ted said, mixing drinks. "It happens sometimes, you know."

"Now, we could never do that," Diane said, staring hungrily at his groin. "Not after those last pictures you sent."