By Thursday, things have come to a boil in the development. The entire block has a meeting in the 'clubhouse.' The clubhouse is something the city made the builder put up. It's just a large room with a small kitchen and two bathrooms. It's located between house 4, where Donna and I live, and house 5.

The solution Donna has come up with is typical of her organizational ability. The cheating around the development has to stop. However, there has to be some kind of a substitute for the sex on the sly. Cards, games or lectures obviously won't work. Instead of the cheating, we have to do partner swaps. Partner swaps will simply be an extension of what's already going on in the neighborhood and has been going on for so long that there's no real way to stop it. However, now it'll be in the open and everyone will get into the action.

Donna has discussed the idea with the other ladies and bringing it out in the open now has the entire neighborhood's attention. Donna sets up a meeting.

Well, it seems that one of the guys could use a scheduling program at the factory and we could arrange a schedule so that each boy would screw each girl the same number of times over, say a year. It would be fair, as far as it could be, and maybe the only way to prevent possible violence.

One of the girls (Linda from house 7) immediately asks Donna, "Okay there has been some cheating and sneaking around going on. Some people have gotten caught, some haven't. Some people have been cheating, a few haven't. Donna, you at least haven't been caught. What do you intend to do?"

Donna answers quickly, "Exactly the same as the rest of you! I don't ask anyone to do what I won't do myself."

Linda then states, like some sort of virgin in white, "Why is it that you think that everyone wants to just screw someone else's partner? Some of us might like to just stay with our own partner." (The girl, as we later determine, had already screwed every boy in the development, except me. There are snickers from all of the rest of the boys and most of the girls, as the bitch tries to brazen through her lie.)

Donna lectures the room, "There has already been an incident that might have led to murder, because of the cheating. Of course, not 'everyone' is involved in the cheating." Donna smirks at the lying bitch as she says, 'everyone,' "However, most of the people in the development are already involved. Even if one partner isn't already involved, their partner likely is. That's a situation that isn't going to work in the long term."

There's then a lot of discussion, which Donna moderates like a professional counsellor (and that with no training at all!) It takes a while, but everyone finally agrees that open swapping will be better than cheating. The entire development will meet, for swapping, in the clubhouse each Wednesday, after work. (What the hell, there aint much on TV Wednesday night anyhow.) The initial swap assignments will be printed out from the scheduling computer program at work and be posted in the clubhouse.

(Most of the girls try to project the image, "I'm only going to do this to prevent violence and fit in with the rest of the neighborhood." Most of the boys [me included] react like a small child who has just been told that the only cure for a disease that they have, is to eat lots of ice cream and cake. I suspect that there will be a lot of intense conversations at home that night. It might be fun to imagine yourself getting to sample sex with the neighbors, but what if your partner finds out that he/she prefers someone else to you?)

Later that night, at home, Donna and I work out our personal situation.

Donna tells me, "Joe you can screw all the girls you want here, but you'll have to understand that I, as the organizer, will sometimes have to screw more than my share."

I tell my wife that it's a terrible blow to me, but I understand the need for the sacrifice, etc. (I know that the boys will quickly tire of Donna's mouse love and I can then screw their wives, while my wife remains relatively untouched. Boy, am I in for a surprise, in the not very distant future!)

On the next Wednesday we get ready to go to the clubhouse, after supper. I plan to just wear my jeans over my tight white and my flip flops, to keep from stepping on painful little pebbles. I'm then stunned to see that Donna is completely nude, except for a fancy new pair of high-heels. I have a sort of a mousy little housewife image of Donna and I had just never imagined that she could calmly walk nude to a meeting. (I also notice that Donna has apparently been doing a workout or some such and that her body is looking a bit better than before.)

I kind of stammer and ask Donna, "Shouldn't you at least wear something as we walk, in public, over to the clubhouse?"

Donna sighs and lectures, "Joe, I'm the organizer. I would be nude very soon anyhow, once we get to the clubhouse. I have to set the tone, to get the girls started. This will be a big step for some of the ladies and I have to set an example for them."

I just shrug and accept the situation. I take off my jeans and just wear my tight white and my flip flops.

We get ready to go to the clubhouse. I realize that the clubhouse is just next door to our place and Donna won't be nude in public for very long. We then go out our back door and walk down the more or less hidden backyard walk, instead of out our front door and down the main street.

When we get to the clubhouse, most of the rest of the ladies are nude, just like Donna. I realize that her short nude walk wasn't really all that much of an item. Especially, I realize just how tame Donna's nude walk really was when some of the girls tease my wife about taking the back way, rather than, 'the scenic route,' out in the front.

Then we get down to the real business. The swapping schedule is posted on the clubhouse wall and nude Donna stands in front of the group and reads off the pairings. (I can't believe that it's my mousey little wife doing it!) Donna doesn't seem at all embarrassed and she reads the pairings in a calm voice, as if she were reading a bus schedule. She also answers a couple of questions. (I'm amazed at her poise, in a situation that's entirely strange to her.)

I'm scheduled to fuck Janey. She's the neighborhood gossip and she looks like a crazy rabbit. Supposedly, she has already screwed every guy in the development, except me. I grab Janey and lead her over to an inflatable mattress.

Since she's already nude, Janey just kicks off her shoes and lies down on the mattress.

I step out of my flip flops, slide off my tight white and lie down beside the girl. Unlike some of the other guys, I don't just jump Janey. I take my time and work on her tits and her cunt a bit first. Janey gets very turned on by what I'm doing and she wants me in her, right now.

I can tell by the wetness of her cunt that Janey is indeed ready to fuck. I roll onto Janey and slide my hard cock into a very wet pussy. I get in deep and I worry that I might be using a bit too much force, since Janey isn't all that big.

The girl rocks and rolls under me and also moans for me to, "Shove that big, hard thing into me, deep!"

I find that the motion of the girl under me means that each stroke that I put into her pussy is at a slightly different angle. The friction changes a bit with each stroke and the effect is incredible! It's the best fuck that I have ever had and I want it to last and last. Unfortunately, the action is too hot and heavy and I, all too soon, feel myself running up to climax. I start to come and I can feel and hear Janey climax under me as I start to pump my cum into the required condom. I finish with several pumping strokes and then dismount and roll off the girl. I lie beside her, breathing hard. Janey is also breathing hard and sighing audibly with each breath. I realize that she not only looks like a crazy rabbit, but that she also fucks like a crazy rabbit. Wow, what a ride!

As I lie there next to crazy rabbit girl, I realize that some of the couples have already finished and a few are still going at it.