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The cool air washed over my body as I stepped out of the shower When I looked in the bathroom mirror, I noticed that the cooler air had
caused my nipples to harden. I ran my fingers over my nipples and felt a quick jolt of pleasure flow through my body. Was it the cool air, or the excitement
I had felt all day, or for that matter all week! Tonight was to my husband
Bill’s and my first visit to a an off-premise swing club located in a city
close to where we lived.
Bill and I had been talking about investigating the swinging
lifestyle for months. We had picked up several swinging contact
magazines and read what little information other magazines had printed
on the lifestyle and had finally decided to take the leap and find out what
it was all about.
As I stood looking at my body in the mirror, I recalled the one
single event that had finally motivated us to go further than just talking
about it. It came when a couple we had been friends with for years, Tom
and Nancy, admitted over drinks one evening two weeks ago that they had
been in the lifestyle for several years. They went on to say that they did
not discuss it openly with many of their non-swinging friends because few
were open-minded enough to accept such an alternative lifestyle. Bill and
I smiled at each other when we heard that remark, remembering the few
times we had discussed such things with close friends and the shocked
looks we had recieved from them as a result.
When I heard that remark, I tried to keep from being surprised by
their admission myself. Tom and Nancy had been good friends but I
would never have thought they were swingers. While both quite
attractive, they did not look anything like what I thought “swingers”
would look like. Their wholesome good looks reminded me more of the
local PTA organizers than a couple involved in this kind of lifestyle.
When I made a remark to them about that, they smiled and said that the
people in swinging were a cross section of society: rich, poor, young, old,
beautiful, not so beautiful, and everything in between.
Tom and Nancy went on to explain that swinging was not right for
most couples. In general, they said, many couples did not have the
communication skills necessary for such a lifestyle. Besides that, most
couples could not handle such things as jealousy and performance anxiety
common in many beginning couples. They went on to say that it takes a
very special couple to handle the unique emotional and relationship
issues of the lifestyle. They explained that many couples try to get started
in the lifestyle for all the wrong reasons. Those couples that were usually
the happiest, and most successful, did not get started in swinging to fix
something wrong in their relationship, rather to make it better by adding to
it.
Tom and Nancy further explained the positive effect swinging had
had in their relationship. How they felt closer than they had before, the
increase level of excitement that it brought to their “private”, as they
called it, sex life, and the close friends that it had brought into their lives.
As the evening wore on, they said that it was clear that we had some
interest in swinging and that if, after discussing what we had heard, we
wished to explore it further, to let them know and they would help us meet
some other couples in the lifestyle.
Discuss it we did! It seemed that was all we talked about for the
next week or so. Finally, one night I came out and asked Bill if he wanted
to go ahead and find out more, to take Tom and Nancy up on their offer to
help us. The answer was the an enthusiastic yes, as if there was any
doubt, and I have to admit my level of enthusiasm was at least as great as
his.
A phone call to our mentors, Tom and Nancy, quickly followed, and they suggested we accompany them to an off-premise social club, The
Chariot, that swingers attended on weekends. Nancy explained to me that
it was a low pressure atmosphere that we would enjoy. It would give us
an opportunity to meet some other couples without any pressure to
participate in any way. She assured us that if we decided that the lifestyle
was not right for us that we would have a good time and they would enjoy
our company. We agreed on the following Saturday and made plans to
meet them for dinner before going to the club.
The phone lines burned between our house and Tom and Nancy’s
during the following week. It seemed as if we had a hundred questions to
ask. All of them were answered with the paitence of a couple of old pros
at the swinging game. Nancy explained to me one evening, after I had
apologized for all the questions, that our questions and concerns were
typical, and expected, and that there was no reason to apologize for
anything.
One question in particular had me concerned, as silly as I admit it
was, what to wear? Nancy suggested a shopping trip and we hit the malls.
Her suggestions were quite valuable and I finally began to feel like I was
ready for this expedition into the world of swinging.
Meanwhile the phone lines were not the only thing burning. The
sheets of our marital bed were a little toasty as well. Our lovemaking had
not been this intense, or frequent, since our honeymoon. We wondered if
this was what Tom and Nancy were talking about. When I mentioned it to
Nancy during our shopping trip, she simply smiled and said that we hadn’t
seen anything yet, wait until we experienced the “after”, it would be even
better than the “before” that we were now going through.
I smiled to my reflection in the mirror, recalling that comment as I
continued my preparations for our night out. I applied my make-up, using
a little more than is usual for me, fixed my hair and began to get dressed.
I couldn’t help but occasionally rub my still hard nipples or slide my hand
across my ass and slightly excited pussy. The combination of excitement
and nervousness was running rampant through my body as I got ready.
When I was finally done I checked myself in the full length mirror
in our bedroom. Not bad for a 34 year old mother of two, I said to myself.
The outfit that Nancy and I had so carefully planned was a total success, I
thought. I was wearing a a black silk teddy with sphagetti straps and a T-
back which prominently displayed my firm, medium sized tits. I had
topped off my outfit with a miniskirt, garter belt and hose, and 4 inch
heels. I had wanted to have a sophisticated yet naughty look and I think
the outfit had achieved those expectations to the fullest. I especially liked
the way the silk rubbed against my breasts and kept my nipples hard,
