"Go ahead. Admit it. There are plenty of guys you'd like to ball."
Marge had her trapped and Sheila knew it. It was true. She would like to try swinging, but she hated to admit it. She thought about the men she had fucked before she was married. Brad was great at fucking, but what the hell, variety was the spice of life.
"Marge, don't be ridiculous. Besides, we wouldn't even know how to get started. I mean with who, or anything like that."
"You could start with us. I know Harry would be happy to oblige and so would I."
"No thanks. If Brad would go for it, I know he wouldn't do it with anybody we know. No offense intended. I just wouldn't want my husband fucking my best friend."
"Okay, if you're going to be bashful about it, I'll make it easy for you." Marge got up and went into the den. When she came back, she had a magazine in her hand. "Here, this will help you get started," Marge said as she handed the magazine to Sheila.
On the cover was a picture of a nude woman sitting at a desk writing a letter. A man, also nude, was looking over her shoulder. Sheila had never seen a swingers' magazine before, and she was amazed at what she saw. She leafed through the pages, glancing at the hundreds of ads placed by couples who were looking for willing swappers. Some of the ads were accompanied by pictures of men and women with very little or no clothing on.
"Take it home with you. We used to answer those adds all the time, until we met a group around here and now we don't need to."
Sheila was a little hesitant about taking the magazine borne. She wondered what Brad would think. Then she decided to take it. She'd pass it off as a joke and say she was just humoring Marge. That way Brad wouldn't think she was trying to promote anything. And if he got interested, well, who knows? she thought to herself.
Brad had had a frustrating day at the bank, and he was more in the mood for martinis than food when he got home, so Sheila mixed a big shaker of them and poured them both a drink. They relaxed and talked while they sipped a second and then a third martini, and soon Sheila realized that they were both getting a little high. As it often did, their conversation had drifted onto the subject of sex, and Sheila decided it would be a good time to bring out the swingers' magazine.
"Say, I've got to show you what Marge insisted that I bring home," Sheila said innocently. She pulled the magazine from behind some books on the bookcase where she had hidden it and handed it to Brad.
"I've never seen anything like it. Have you?" She giggled a little. "My little friend, Marge, is really a horny one."
"Where in the hell did she get this?" Brad asked as he flipped through the pages.
"I don't know where she got it, but I do know that she said she and Harry used to answer some of the ads."
"What? Marge and Harry are swingers? I don't believe it!" Brad was really shocked. Marge and Harry just didn't look like the type.
"I couldn't believe it myself," Sheila replied. "I thought she and Harry just sat around and watched TV most of the time. Just shows you how wrong you can be I guess."
Brad began to study some of the ads while Sheila looked over his shoulder. The ads were listed by states and major cities within the states. When they came to the Chicago area, both of them began to read the ads ward for word. Sheila wondered if Brad was really interested or just curious. She also wondered about herself.
"Well, I'll be damned," Brad said finally. "I never knew swingers were so well organized. I guess we're just behind the times."
Dinner was ready, so they dropped the subject for the time being. Neither was sure of what the other was thinking. The idea of swapping had crossed Brad's mind more than once, but he had always assumed that Sheila wouldn't go for it. Now, he wasn't sure.
Several weeks went by without either of them bringing the subject up. Finally one evening when they were driving home from a cocktail party, Brad found the opening he had been waiting for.
"God, that party was a drag," Sheila complained as she leaned back against the headrest. "I've never been so bored in all my life. I could have screamed and run out of there."
"Well maybe we should try to meet some interesting people," Brad said casually.
"What do you mean? What kind of people?" Sheila asked, turning her head toward him as he guided the car through the late-evening traffic.
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe the kind that Marge was talking to you about. They ought to be a lively group. Not boring at least."
"What's the matter, don't I satisfy you any more?" Sheila said, trying to inject a tone of annoyance into her voice.
"Don't be silly. Of course you do. I just thought maybe we could use a little variety."
Sheila had already made up her mind that she would like to try swinging, and she was glad that her husband seemed willing to try it, too. She didn't want to sound too eager, though. Somehow she thought it would be better if Brad thought she had to be talked into it.
They batted the subject back and forth the rest of the way home. Sheila pretended to be shocked that Brad would suggest such a thing. But, by the time they got home, Sheila had let him talk her into it. They decided to get out the swingers' magazine and answer one of the ads.
They opened the magazine to the Chicago section and began examining the ads. A picture of a young brunette lying on a bed attracted Brad's attention. The woman was wearing only a pair of see-through panties and was lying on her stomach. She was leaning on her elbows so that her ample tits hung down from her body. Brad read the ad underneath the picture.
"Chicago couple in their late twenties want to meet other couples for fun and pleasure. Will entertain overnight at our home. Both like to do what turns you on the most. Will teach novices. Those sending photos get quick reply."
"How about this one?" Brad asked. "Looks like they'd be ideal for us."
"She'd be ideal for you, maybe," Sheila replied. "But there's no picture of him. How do I know what I'm getting?"
"Well, they want a picture of us, so we'll ask for one of them. If you don't like what you see, we'll forget them."
"Okay, but what kind of a picture are we going to send? I don't like the idea of posing nude for total strangers."
"How about one of those we had taken on our vacation?" Brad said. Sheila rummaged through her dresser and found a picture of her and Brad wearing swimming suits. She had on a very brief bikini. That ought to be good enough, she thought.
They composed a reply to the ad and enclosed the pictures. Brad mailed the envelope the next day and their venture into swinging was launched.
Almost a month went by and they heard nothing. They were beginning to think they weren't going to get a reply from the couple in the ad when Sheila opened the mail one day and there it was. The letter was written by a girl named Carol, and she thanked them for answering their ad. She said that she and her husband, Jon, were eager to get together with them and said that Jon would give them a phone call in a few days. She had included a snapshot of her and Jon lying naked on a bed. Jon was rather heavily built with thick, muscular legs. They were lying on their sides facing each other, so that even though they were nude, the picture wasn't too revealing. Sheila found herself wondering how big his cock was.
She found out a couple of weeks later. Jon had called Brad and arranged their first "party". Jon suggested that Sheila and Brad come over for dinner the next Saturday night. It seemed funny to Brad that Jon's phone call was very casual and ordinary. There wasn't any mention of sex at all, Jon merely told him where they lived and what time to be there.
Sheila's biggest problem was in deciding what to wear. She finally chose a white, tight-fitting dress that clung to her curvy body like a glove. The dress was low cunt in front and designed to be worn without a bra. The front of the neckline plunged well below her tits and her well-formed nipples poked at the thin material. The floor-length dress was split about halfway up her thigh on the left side. The white, shiny material contrasted with her dark skin and black hair. She looked sexy as hell and she knew it.