Jerry and his wife Denise were working like dogs trying to make it in business. Everyone called her Deni, she was barely five feet tall. Slender, small busted, around 110 pounds, the best description of her would be cute.
The year was 1983, about a decade before, the Arab oil embargo ended their efforts to build a string of fueling stations. The climb back up was not an easy thing to do.
One island, three pumps now, no employees at all.
Before there were six franchised stations running 24/7, 32 employees, plus the nice house and bank account, but that all went very quickly a few years earlier.
Jerry had faith in government, that was the key mistake. Government froze the retail prices, but not the wholesale price and they found themselves required by law to sell product for less than they had to pay for it.
Adding to the problem was the rationing, there was only enough product shipped to keep half of their stations open. Even at that, there were long periods when none of them were open.
Thinking that government would fix that quickly and with a very good crew on their payroll, Jerry made the decision to keep them all on.
After all, the situation was not logical.
Government scheduled meetings to discuss the issue. There is nothing logical about government at all, it seems.
The bank showed up to take the keys and it was over. Some of his employees shook his hand and offered loans themselves, but it wasn't even close to enough.
Jerry and Deni filled the tanks of every one of their employees as full as they could get them for free. No point in just handing over the dab of fuel left to the bank.
Over a million dollars in assets, no such thing as any more loans. Years of work, growing, investing, 180 days was all it took.
All that was left was the car and one Treasury certificate. Jerry looked over at Deni, she smiled and they hugged.
"So? Where are we headed?" She asked.
"We have a tent, let's go camping."
"OK." She laughed, and off they went.
For the next few months they moved from one free campground to another. They had no place to be, nothing they needed to do.
It was the best few months of their lives.
But Fall, then Winter always comes, the time came to go back to work, start over.
Denise took it all in stride, she hustled drinks in a small nightclub, Jerry went from one odd job to another. Government finally did react, set the retail prices so high that a franchise once worth perhaps 5-6 grand became $150K.
But like everything, gradually it all returned to normal.
One day Deni showed him a newspaper ad, they drove up to the city that same day. It was a cute little one island station with two service bays.
Jerry cashed the Treasury note, bought the operation. They opened the doors with just $80.00 in change in their cash register left.
The double doors had not been opened for a very long time, Jerry pried them up with a crowbar, lubing things until they worked freely.
A pretty good automotive trouble shooter, and honest to a fault, in short order Jerry had the service bays full and cars waiting.
Deni's wonderful personality and cute looks paid off on the islands, she soon had cars waiting in line both directions.
Jerry found himself often dashing out to help her.
It took nearly a full year of 16 hour days, 7 days a week working side by side but all the bills got paid and they bought a small house.
Life had settled back in, they were earning a living and starting to grow a very nice bank account.
By the end of a decade, they owned three units, well staffed with good employees.
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One woman came in every other day, she was about Deni's age and they quickly became friends. The name on her credit card was Shelly Barber, Jerry noticed her because she always came into the office to chat with Deni.
Deni would be behind the desk, Shelly standing there in front of the large windows facing west.
Most of the time she wore dresses that the Sun shone right through, and if she wore panties there was no sign of them.
Jerry found he rather enjoyed that, but working the gas pumps he saw a lot of it. Nearly every day he got a peek at some lady's nipple, leaning over to peer in a side window is a rather good vantage point.
Plus they kept their unit full service, since the State of Oregon does not allow a customer to pump their own product that made sense.
Washing windows gets a lot of free shows, Jerry saw so many panties he could almost predict the color they would be when he saw a car drive up.
He and his wife giggled at lot about the antics females would go through, and even some of the men when Deni waited on them.
She flirted with them, laughed when they cracked jokes. Jerry did the same with the women, it was fun and harmless, good for business.
Deni got asked out about three or four times each week, Jerry shrugged that stuff off.
One older lady that could best be described as a Cougar always had her blouse adjusted so Jerry could see her nipples, she actually propositioned him rather bluntly.
Jerry told her he would love to but he was married. She grinned and told him she didn't want to keep him full time, she would just use him and then give him back.
Jerry shook his head at that one.
Deni laughed when he told her about it. She got some of the same comments herself, they were both used to it.
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One day he came in to process a sale and Shelly was standing there leaning over, saying something to Deni. She had on a white dress, in the light from behind she looked almost naked.
She saw him and stood up, turning to face him, Jerry could see clearly between her legs. There was quite a mass of flesh hanging down, her legs were parted nicely.
His face turned pink and he gulped, he had seen a lot of things but something about that pose was just plain nasty.
Shelly left soon after, Deni was grinning at Jerry. Jerry had one of his crew take over, and he took Deni into the back room.
For the very first time in his life he fucked his wife in the back room at their shop, right on top of some cases of 10W-30W motor oil.
He was hot as a pistol and Deni reacted instantly to the way he was acting.
"Damn! That was intense!" She told him, tugging her bra and panties back on. It was, too, anybody could have just walked in and caught them.
Harold, their fifty something employee looked up when they came out and grinned. They took off early that afternoon, went home and did it again.
Later, Deni asked him point blank what got him so fussed up. Of course she already knew.
He was truthful, seeing Shelly looking like that had been hot.
"They are swingers, you know." Deni told him.
"What? How do you know?" He asked.
"She told me. They go to parties a couple of times each month, she even asked me if we might be interested."
"Really? You mean, they have parties where there is..sex with other people?"
"Yep. Shelly says that is what they do! She even told me she would love to give you a try, and her husband Frank thinks I am hot." She laughed at that one.
"Frank? That guy has to be fifty and he is kind of homely." Jerry laughed right back at her.
"Shelly told me that Frank can go for a half hour, and he is built like a Bull!"
"I suppose you told her about my teeny weeny little pecker, right?"
"It's not teeny weeny, I can barely get my hand around it." Deni reached out and grabbed Jerry's cock, it was already starting to come up again at the sexy talk.
That one took a very long time, Deni was so slick inside that Jerry could almost get no friction.
"Damn! Three times in one day, I think I will have Shelly tease you more often!" Deni giggled.
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"She asked me again." Deni told Jerry over dinner a couple of weeks later.
"Who asked you what?"
"Shelly. The one with all the see through outfits?"
"Oh. Yea. What did she want?"
"They are having one of their parties this weekend, and she asked us to go."
"A swinger party? You mean where they swap wives? Do you want to go?" That surprised Jerry.
"Shelly says we don't have to do anything, and no means no. We can just go and see what happens, I guess I am curious about it. I mean, what do they do?"
"I think what they do is have sex." Jerry told her.
"No, I mean how to they go about it? Do they just grab each other, or do they talk and then go off to a different room? Maybe right out in the open?" Jerry saw the look on her face, it was flushed.
"Do you want to go?" He asked her.
"Maybe, if you want to. It all sounds strange, I guess I am curious." She said.
"We'll see. I don't know, I have heard of people doing it but I never saw anything like that either."
"You told me about that time down at Seaside when you were with those two girls at once." Deni grinned at him.
"That was different, I was drunk and stoned..and single." He told her.
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"I don't know what to wear." Deni said. She was standing there in a black bra and matching panties, looking at her closet.
"What you have on right now should work." He teased her.
"You know what I mean."
"Hell, just wear something comfortable. It's only a party, I mean we don't plan on doing anything, right?"
"No, but I guess I just want to look good. It would be terrible to be there and not even get noticed."
"You mean if we go to a sex party and nobody wants to have sex with us? Hell, you will get noticed if you wear your uniform from work, babe. Besides, like you said, all we are going to do is watch and see what goes on." Jerry reached out and stroked her bare behind. Then he hugged her, his fingers slipping inside the cups of her bra.
