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An awkward young virgin finally fulfills his fantasies.

"Sit down."

Jenny did as she was told, enjoying the sway of the other woman's breasts against the thin fabric. The nipples were thick and hard today.

"Is the car running well?"

"Yes, perfectly, but I was wondering," Terry began. "I don't know how to say it."

"Just say it, I guess," Jenny offered.

"Sure, just say it." Terry swallowed, rolling her blue eyes with embarrassment. "I'm wondering if there are any string attached to that car," she said at last.

"Strings?" There, Jenny could see that she had been thinking. She came to the wrong conclusion, but the whole thing had been in her mind. "What strings?"

"Well, I . . . uh, are you guys swingers?" Terry blurted.

Jenny was struck by the word at first-swingers-and couldn't help but laughing.

Terry blushed, looking stricken. "I'm sorry, I should have known better. I just, well, I had to ask. I hope you'll forgive me if I . . ."

"Shush there," Jenny said. "Stop tripping over yourself to apologize."

"Well, I am sorry."

"But you were right, dear. We are swingers," Jenny explained to the astonished woman. "Were swingers, I guess, since all our swinging buddies have moved out of the neighborhood. I'd love to get back into the whole thing, though. That's for sure."

Jenny let the news sink in a moment, watching the play of emotion over Terry's face as she thought it over. Finally, Terry asked, "Are you bi?"

"Yes, or, maybe not. I'm not sure. I prefer to fuck men, dear. Baring that, I really enjoy watching my Daryl fuck another woman. But I'm not against sucking a stray tittie or clit that might happen by. Nothing wrong with that."

"Oh, well, yes, I guess not." Terry felt flushed now, her cheeks were hot, nipples erect and her pussy juicy. She'd expected Jenny to deny everything. She'd expected to feel foolish for her ever increasing erotic thoughts. Now that it had been confirmed, she didn't know what to do. She knew what her body wanted to do, of course, but it was a struggle to get her mind to tag along.

"What's wrong, dear?" Jenny asked, for the other woman did look quite faint.

"I was . . . I just . . . ah, would you like to nurse on me?" The words just stumbled out. She hadn't intended to say it because it was only a half formed thought, but it was out now and having said it made Terry hotter. "Please," she added.

"I would love to," Jenny said. "Really. But I can't."

"What?" Oh, no, don't say that. Not after she'd embarrassed herself by asking! "Please. Why not?"

"We're married women, dear," Jenny said simply. "My husband isn't a problem, of course, because he'd love to screw you blind, but your husband doesn't know, does he? He's not here."

"But I thought . . ."

"Swingers aren't cheaters, honey. Bring your husband along and we can have a very good time. I guarantee it."

Terry did feel faint now, and she wobbled in her chair until Jenny sprang to her feet and helped her walk to the living room and lie on the couch.

"My goodness, dear, do you have these fits often?" Jenny asked.

"No, never, but I'm so . . ." Terry felt tears flooding out of her eyes. "So horny. I've been thinking about it all week, and I, I'm overloaded from thinking about it."

"Hormones," Jenny said. "Always did my best fucking when I was pregnant. Okay, let's see what we can do about that. First, you've got to get out of these clothes. Sit up and get that blouse off."

Terry complied, her senses tingling at the thought of Jenny seeing her huge breasts sliding against the top of her belly. Next came her slacks and underwear, and she blushed under the other woman's naked appraisal.

"The children won't be waking soon, will they?" Jenny asked.

"No, I just put them down." Terry felt a flow of moisture in her pussy, and she suddenly thought of the couch. "I'd better get on the floor."

"The first rule of swinging is to avoid stains.

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