Jim regarded his troubled friend thoughtfully. A lewd plan began to form in his mind.
"Karen and Alice love each other now!"
"Oh?" Paul perked up. "What d'ya mean, now?" Jim leaned back in the easy chair. How much should he tell his friend? How shocked would the guy be? He conjured up images of Paul's wife and daughter. Lovely images. There was no reason why Paul shouldn't be able to cope with both girls. If he had the courage. If he had the will power.
The strong liquor was having its effect on Jim. It gave him false courage. It made him feel expansive. At the moment he felt a sense of superiority. He had faced the same problem, and thanks to Karen, with a big assist from Alice, he had overcome it.
Could the same solution work for his friend? Leaning forward, he outlined what had happened at his home. He left out none of the details.
When he finished his recital, Paul stared at him as though he were an ogre with two heads.
"Your own daughter?"
He gulped down his drink.
Jim flushed. The way Paul was sounding, it made it seem unclean or perverted. He explained his feelings to Paul, who was still eyeing him with distaste. He knew what his friend was going through.
He elaborated on his own personal problem, and how he had faced up to it. He mentioned that now all was beautiful in his household, that they were now a loving family group. He wound up by saying, "I think this type of solution will work for you, Paul."
Paul, whose mood had changed during the discussion, no longer eyed his friend as though he were a perverted demon. He figured there might be something to what Jim was telling him. He racked his mind and compared his situation with the other man's He shook his head.
"I don't think it would work for us," he decided.
"You mean because Sharon's a square? Yet, not too long ago you were hinting around you'd like to swap with me and Alice."
Paul fluted. "I guess I wouldn't have any problem with Sharon. She'd probably go for it. Tracy's my problem."
"Oh?"
"The kid has scruples. Hell, for all I know, she might still be a virgin. She's only eighteen. For me to make an attempt to get into her panties…" He broke off and shook his head. "Un-unh. Our relationship has never been anything like that!" He flushed. "Sometimes I think she actually hates me almost as much as she hates Sharon. The way she acts toward me!"
"Hmm. That does present a problem." Jim crinkled his brow in thought. "If only you could get the kid over the first time. From then on out, it would be clear sailing. I didn't have that problem. My daughter was the one who forced the issue. The whole damn thing was her idea from the first' He paused, then snapped his fingers. "Got it!"
"What?" Paul asked, downing his drink.
"The answer to your problem! We'll get Karen in on it. And Bob. And Alice. And me!"
"Come again?" Paul said, staring owlishly.
"We can have a get-together at my place. Say, next weekend. You, Sharon, and Tracy come visit us for a couple days. Come Friday evening and stay over. We have plenty of room. Unless I miss my guess, we'll be able to turn your visit into a wild, swinging party. Everyone'l1 go for it, except maybe Tracy. Right?"
"And she's the one who'll throw cold water on the whole idea."
"And that's where Karen comes in!" Jim smiled impishly. "I'll clue her in on the whole thing. Explain your problem. She'll be sympathetic, I'm sure. Then when you, me, our wives, and Bob are occupying ourselves with the usual swap things, I'll tell Karen to work out on your daughter. I'll give her the task of getting Tracy in the mood for love-your love!"
Paul's jaw slackened. His eyes lit up lewdly. The whole plan was beginning to intrigue him.
"You think it'll work?" His voice was slurred.
"What've we got to lose? We can give it a try!"
Paul nodded. "Let's give it a try," he mumbled.
The Andrews family arrived about eight o'clock Friday evening. It was a pleasant spring evening, and thanks to daylight-saving time, it was still fairly light out.
Jim and his family greeted Paul's family warmly. He was pleased to notice that Paul and his wife were in a gay mood. Paul had briefed Sharon on what was to take place, and she had gone along with it. Sharon, a bubbly, pretty young brunette, was in the mood for love.
Sharon's blue eyes sparkled with excitement as she eyed Jim and his handsome son with great interest. Paul had hinted that if things went according to plan, she'd be getting a crack at both of these men. Even now, she felt her pussy twitching with the suppressed expectations. If there was one thing Sharon loved more than a fuck, it was lots of fucks.
The only jarring note to the happily assembled group was Tracy. The dark-haired, dark-eyed beauty was in a pouty mood. She was barely civil when being introduced around. Her pretty face was unsmiling It was obvious she felt no enthusiasm at being there. She had argued against coming, and had been quite hateful when Paul had insisted she come.
She was dressed in a cute mini outfit. A beige-colored short skirt, a tight-fitting white blouse, and loafers. Tracy was a small, slender girl. In the cute outfit she appeared even smaller, and very virginal.
Jim felt himself getting a hard-on just looking at the pretty kid. Then, mindful of the plot he'd cooked up, he turned to Karen, and said, "How 'bout you and Tracy going to your room and getting acquainted?"
Karen nodded eagerly. She had been thoroughly briefed about things, and knew what she had to do. She knew how her new friend must feel about having a stepmother. And like her own stepmother, this girl's was also a young and very pretty one. She had seen the way Daddy's eyes had popped out at the sight of Sharon. She sighed inwardly. Men. She'd never understand them.
Slipping an arm about Tracy's slender waist, she said, "Come on, Tracy, we'll leave these adults."
She led the way up to her bedroom.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Jim glanced at his watch. A half-hour had gone by. The group in the living room had absorbed a few drinks and had chatted idly while the suspense built. He glanced at Paul.
"Ready?" he asked.
Paul wet his lips. He was nervous. He had taken quite a few drinks to screw up his courage. He stared at Sharon. She hesitated, then nodded assent. He turned to Paul.
"Yeah, I guess so," he said.
"Good. Then let's me and you go to Karen's room, and see how we make out." He felt exhilarated. He hoped Karen had managed to talk some sense into the lovely little Tracy.
Arriving at Karen's bedroom, he tapped lightly on the door, then pushed it open and stepped in, followed by Paul.
His eyes lit up in approval. The two lovely teen-agers were lying on their stomachs on Karen's queen-size bed. They both had taken showers and had their nighties on. Karen had on a very brief, see-through garment, and was nude under it. From the way she was lying on the bed, her nightie had slipped up over her cute butt. Her asscheeks were bobbing around with each movement. She had her legs spread wide and her tiny, puckered asshole was in full view, along with a wondrous glimpse of her hairy little cunt.
Lying on her tummy alongside Karen was the cute, dark-haired girl. Tracy had on a brief slip which had slid upward over her buttocks. Her asshole was clearly visible, as well as a small expanse of curly hair surrounding her pussy.
It was a sight to warm the cockles of any man's heart, even the hearts of daddies.
Jim felt his cock getting hard. He wasn't sure whether it was caused by the sight of Karen's lovely cunt, or Tracy's equally lovely pussy.
"Hi girls!" he called out, stepping to the bed and ogling. "We came to say good night."
Tracy, at the sight of them, had tried to duck for cover.
She glared at her daddy. "Okay, you ye said good night Please leave!" She groped for the bedspread, but it wouldn't budge since they were lying on it.
Karen, playing her part, sat up on the bed. She allowed her legs to spread wide apart, and her nightie to slide up over her thighs. Her pretty pussy was completely exposed to the view of the two men.