Stacy remained silent as both women stopped all motion and the men pulled away. The woman that'd been doing the cuntlapping lifted her head, licked her lips, and moved until she was kissing the other woman on the mouth. It was obvious to Stacy that the kiss was being returned in a very passionate manner.

One of the men said something and patted the uplifted ass of the woman on top. She immediately lowered her body until the two female crotches were making contact and the two pair of breasts were mashed together. Both females began squirming together, going through the motions of intercourse – fucking, as Betty would've bluntly stated it, Stacy thought and the woman on the bottom reached down and grabbed a stiff cock in each hand.

"It's fun to give one guy a handjob," Betty said. "Jacking two off at the same time is really great! Not that I think she'll be allowed to keep on until those two stiff dicks shoot off!"

"I still find it difficult to believe that those four people are married, but not to each other," Stacy said. "Did I say that right? Anyhow, you know what I mean."

"You'd really be surprised to know just who and how many married couples do swap around here," Betty said. "Personally, I see no harm in it. I'm sure that most married people get bored with each other sooner or later and what harm is there if they both agree to swap? They at least stay together and there isn't much difference in that and getting divorces and marrying three, four, five, or six times like some so-called high class bitches in this country do."

"Maybe you're right about that, but that doesn't explain the reason for the way those two women are going at each other."

"That's just a little extra added pleasure, Stacy! Hell, life's short and all that stuff and I admire the hedonists and the way they think. Because I'm one myself, I guess!"

"Maybe I'm just envious because I'm unable to let myself go the way you can," Stacy said, finding that the talk was somehow helping her keep herself under control. A few times she'd had the wild urge to rush off into the darkness where she could be alone to relieve the tension that was just as much mental as it was physical.