I turned to watch Mia's reaction and noticed her wide eyes, labored breathing and wet inner thighs. I was in love, but at the moment I was more in lust than anything else, and turned her out the door to her awaiting exposure. The car was deliberately parked on the next block, and the early evening light this summer day lit our way along the neighborhood that was alive with kids playing and the occasional man, woman or couple working in the yard before supper. To raise the level a little, I took Mia's hand in mine, knowing that some of the people would recognize her and wonder who she was with. The fact that she was walking virtually naked with a man other than her husband would almost destroy any reputation she enjoyed as a good mother of two, but more important, it would cross a bridge that signaled that there would be no going back.

There was no doubt as to the affect that this stroll had on the neighbors, and Mia did herself proud by strutting her stuff in front of them all. One man who was mowing his lawn stopped to acknowledge her by saying hello, but it was amusingly obvious that his eyes were glued to her body. Mia's nipples stiffened at the attention, and she stood straight up as she walked by, causing her breasts to press against the thin material even more. Her tits jiggled and bounced as freely as if she wore nothing at all, and the giving material left absolutely nothing to the imagination. As we finally reached my car, I took advantage of the couple that stood watching the procession, and, before opening the passenger side door, I took her in my arms, raised her lips to mine and kissed her in full view of the stunned neighbors. Stunned, indeed, because my hand slipped to the crack of her ass, and her dress rode up her hips to fully expose her butt. We both were locked in a passionate kiss that I was soaking in and she was pouring forth. The shivers in her body told me that she climaxed from feeling my body pressed against hers, and from the excitement of being the slut she always dreamt of being. Juice was streaming down her legs as I opened the car door, and watched the short dress that couldn't possibly cover her snatch when she seated herself. I smirked proudly as I walked around the car, entered, and drove slowly away with my personal housewife whore.

"Not bad for the first time," I offered as we drove slowly down the block. I noticed her green eyes were half closed and crazed from the excitement. She looked over with a new inquisitive look that told me she didn't expect the feeling to be so intense, that she was losing self control, and that she definitely liked what was happening to her.

It is a concept that escapes most people as they ponder just why the magic or excitement goes out of any relationship. I know, it took me long enough to realize the true meaning of newness. People become complacent in their dealings with others, whether it's because they lose interest, or they care too much. Yes, I learned that caring too much for a person's feelings made me try to outguess their reactions, constantly trying to please them, and often times failing. Knowing someone too well can actually cause a person to become bored with knowing how their partner will react, and it's for that reason that they fail to be spontaneous and creative in love making. Dealing with a loss of interest is one thing, but dealing with over caring can be just as dangerous.

So it was that I came to know the secret of what drives most people to try swinging in the first place. The secret is the unknown. Looking at some one, not knowing if they have the same wicked feelings as you, then bursting forth without control into wild sexual frenzy with a stranger. This was the feeling that was boiling up inside Mia at this very moment. Her blatant nastiness, her wickedness, her slutty behavior in front of a total stranger who vowed in front of her family to fuck her. At that moment I knew that Mia wanted me to dominate her, tell her what to do, how to act. She wanted me to debase her, defile her, and to force into acts that she never dreamed of doing. She wanted this because I had no history with her, or her with me, and she could play the part of any person in her wildest fantasies for me. Now was her chance to lose all control for once and she only wanted the excuse to comply. She didn't want the opportunity to slip through her fingers. If she liked what she felt because of it, she could do it again and again as a new person with a new reputation. If she rejected ever doing this in the first place, she would never know anything about these things, and she could only guess as to what it would be like. She could never go back once she rejected the chance. Her fire would forever die, and adventure would no longer exist. She awaited her guide to take her on that adventure, into new lands of fulfillment and opportunity for passion. One lifetime, one chance, that was her choice. She had gone this far and her body spoke to her of promised flames, explosions that she only tasted and fantasized about. She was definitely ready, and I had the fortune to both understand where she was on her journey, and to also be her guide, her mentor, her master.

I didn't know this girl from any other. I had no vested interest in her well being, and therefore I could consider her a mere fuck toy. That was the beauty of the strangeness. I didn't know her limits, but, then again, what did it matter? I wasn't supposed to care. She didn't expect it of me, and I wasn't going to spoil the chance to take her and treat her like the slut she wanted to be. I didn't have to worry about pinching her nipples when I wanted. I didn't have to be concerned if my cock or any other guy's cock hit the back of her pussy. It wasn't important if it hurt if I was so lucky that she had a short cunt and my cock penetrated her cervix. I was going to fuck this girl, and she was going to like it. No, wait, it didn't matter if she liked it or not. It was for my pleasure, not hers. She was my gift, my fuck toy. At least that's what I kept telling myself. It was funny, but I had to loosen up as much as she did if this was going to work. So, I took a deep breadth and put up the image of the all-knowing, experienced swinger that I was ironically forced to be.

"He doesn't know, does he?" I asked in a cool manner.

"Who? What?"

"Roger. He doesn't know how involved you are, does he?"

Mia looked at me with surprise, and sheepishly answered, "How do you know?"

"Call it a hunch. And the fact that he mentioned the party you two attended. First of all, Jodi doesn't swing with her husband, so whoever fucked you was just one of the club members. Second, Jodi & Jessica don't start the inner circle process with any member unless that person is pretty well into the scene, and is quite active in their afternoon sessions. Don't tell me. I'd say you're a regular at most of the girl's parties, and have expressed an interest in some of the kinkier stuff the sisters have teased you with. Am I right?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"You guess so?"

"Ok, ok. You're right. Roger thinks this is all brand knew, and it's part of some sort of swingers tradition or something. You're wife and her sister have actually gotten me pretty involved, and I guess you might say I've already screwed my share of men behind Rog's back. But I did involve him in the one party. I figured if I fed him just enough bait, he would go along with the idea, and I could do about anything I wanted, as long as he got to attend a party every now and then. It's not that I don't want him involved. In fact, I love to have him around while I'm being screwed, mostly for the thrill of seeing his reaction to me being so nasty. It's just that I don't want him to know everything. That way there's a sense of control."

I laughed and muttered, "Typical! So, tell me, how much do the girls have you doing? Details, now! Be explicit."

Mia started getting excited again, and subconsciously started fingering her exposed clitoris as she spoke, "Well, let's see. The usual afternoon parties. We occasionally go out teasing in some pretty sexy clothes. I....I've had my first gang bang, I guess you could call it. Oh, it was just three guys, but it was terrific. They got me going so much, I kept screaming for more until they just wore out. I guess that's when Jodi decided I might be acceptable to her inner circle."

"White, black or mixed?" I asked, knowing what this weekend held in store.

"What?"

"Were you banged by white guys, or did you go all the way to black?"

"Oh. They were white. Black's one thing I haven't tried. Although, Jessica, I'm sorry, your wife has shown me some videos of her and her sister doing some black men, and wow, did I ever get turned on. Maybe I'll get up the guts to try it sometime. What do you think of them fucking black guys like they do? Do you think I should try it?"

"Let's just say that I could learn to like it given the right circumstances." I laughed to myself, again thinking of where I was taking Mia, and that she was the sole reason that I was going to enjoy it. I imagined myself on top of Mia, face to face, with my dick buried in her obviously tight little cunt, and looking up to watch my wife and her sister humping a thick black cock. My prick was pressing hard against my jeans as I continued, "So give me some details about you and the club. How did you get involved, and what do you know about the inner circle?"

Mia went on, "Well, I first met Jodi at the gym. After having a couple of kids, I felt like I was getting out of shape, and decided to do something about it. At the beginning it was the usual treadmill workout, then the occasional swim. That's when I met Jodi. I saw her talking to a few of the guys as she was life guarding, but what caught my eye was the fact that her wet swimsuit was clinging to her body and the white material was clearly showing her nipples. Naturally, I looked at the guys' crotches, and noticed some incredible hardons as they were staring her down. As I casually swam by, I got a closer look at Jodi's suit, and saw that the wet material not only clung to her tits, but the folds of her pussy lips and clit were clearly visible as well. She just stood their about three feet from these guys' faces, casually carrying on a teasing conversation, full knowing that she was displaying her body. As I swam by, both the guys and she turned to watch me doing the back stroke and I noticed her wink at me and nod an approving look. Actually, their staring made me horny as hell, and later in the locker room, Jodi introduced herself commenting on my good shape and the way the men looked at me. She was really quite forward and blatant with her descriptions right off the bat, but it attracted me. Well, right then and there we struck up a friendship based on the common interest of our effect on the guys. I guess that I kind of got a body rush listening to Jodi's description of cocks hardening because of the way I looked, but what told me there was something more to this was when I watched Jodi strip in front of me. As she peeled off her suit, I noticed that she had removed all the lining material in the bra and crotch area. She purposely made it so her nipples would show and her cunt lips would fold around the Lycra, outlining the details of her pussy. And what a pussy! Bald and smooth as a baby girl's, and pouty just like mine. Jeez! That was a turn on, and I was curious as hell. So, when she invited me to her house for a drink, I was drawn like a moth to the proverbial flame."

"Well, I have to admit. You definitely are no slouch when it comes to the body department."

Mia actually blushed and went on, "Maybe not, but, all housewives begin to worry, and I was no exception. I guess that the fact that I was married young and had little experience with other men got me wondering about where my life was going. Besides, still being relatively young, my libido is really pretty strong, and tending kids all day just doesn't cut it, if you know what I mean. I had to admit, I was curious about those cocks. I wanted to see more of them, and, in a way that warmed my skin, I wanted them to see more of me."

"Trust me, I know." My voice must have trailed off, me thinking of my own situation with Jessica, and knowing that it must have been the same for her. "But, keep going, then what?"

"Well, at Jodi's place, she offered me a glass of wine, and we sat and talked. She was really quite open, and I really liked having a friend near my own age that I could open up to. One of the first things she did when she got home was change into a chemise, saying that she really couldn't stand wearing clothes around the house. She made me feel so comfortable and relaxed. We talked about my feelings and shared secrets. She even told me that she had an open marriage and she was free to experiment. When I probed about what she meant, she described the little things like dressing to tease in the gym and at the malls. Instead of being shocked, I got more interested, and started talking about my feelings. About how horny I was feeling, and about how much I had been fantasizing in my own mind about things like other men. Then, she really surprised me."

"Don't tell me.....the album, right?"

"How'd you guess?"

"Call it another hunch," I mused.

"Anyway, I guess she felt like she could trust me, and asked just how uninhibited I thought I would like to be if I really had the chance. I answered that sometime I felt that I could or would try just about anything once, to which she responded by pouring another glass of wine, sitting next to me on the sofa, and asking if I would like to see some pictures of her boyfriends. Of course, I was curious, and the wine was getting to me, and she felt so close and warm sitting next to me that I said yes. She pulled the album from the coffee table in front of us, gave it to me, and leaned back with her glass of wine while I opened the cover. At first the pictures were of some really nice looking guys, the kind that would turn my head. As I flipped the pages, their clothes started coming off until they were stark naked with good shots of some major schlongs. The next pages were of Jodi in a similar sequence of shots, ending with her as naked as the men were. What I didn't expect were the pictures that followed. Jodi and her male friends together in various poses, naked, kissing, hugging and groping at each other. I was both shocked and incredibly turned on by the photos, and couldn't help myself from asking where she came up with these men, where she found someone to pose with her like that."

"And that's when she invited you to come along and find out. Right?"

"Right. Hey, if you already know this story, why are you asking?" she asked.

"Your hand."

"My hand?" she jerked her fingers away from her pussy.

"Oh, don't stop. In fact, the other half of the reason is your other hand," and I took her left hand and pressed it to my jeans, showing her the effect her story was having on me as well. She immediately grinned, went back to fingering herself, and continued her story with the revelation that this was just part of the process of getting in the mood, and teasing her creative juices. Mia relaxed, smiled, and unzipped my pants to extract my cock before continuing her story. As my now raging boner sprang from my loose pants, her small hand enveloped the shaft and she began slowly stroking as she spoke. Knowing that I probably couldn't contain myself while driving, and being fairly close to our destination, I decided to pull into one of the city's major parks. We continued our conversation in the car with me fingering Mia's clit, her stroking my cock, and the occasional weekend athlete jogging by in full view of our ministrations. I really didn't care if anyone saw us, and actually looked forward to someone's reaction when they noticed. Was I becoming an exhibitionist like these women? The thought intrigued me.

"Well, anyway, like I was saying, Jodi invited me over for an adventure the next day. I was so excited at her instructions to go home, shave my pussy completely smooth, and abstain from any sex that evening that I just about died. When I showed up the next day, you'd think that I had just consumed three double shot espressos from the way I was wired. I guess I played right into Jodi's hands, as she greeted me at the door in an outfit that I thought was barely legal. She told me that we were going out for the day, and the idea was to be as daring as possible. She said that it was a game, and that I would be surprised how far women could go in public before someone got put off. Jodi gave me an outfit to wear that was identical to hers, except for color. Her powder blue and my white togs consisted of a jogging bra sans padding or liner, and a pair of Lycra knit exercise shorts, again without liners. The top conformed to our breasts so well, that every curve of our tits were plain as day, and our nipples were clearly detailed, especially as stiff as they were. The shorts were like a second skin, running up the crack of our ass, and the seamless front looked like it was sprayed onto our pussy lips. My clitoris was like it was sculpted in porcelain, with each curve surrounded in minute detail under the thin material. You can see that as big as it is, I felt like I was sporting a miniature hard on. Our ass cheeks showed no trace of panties, and jiggled along with my free swaying tits as I walked. Bobby sox and jogging shoes, along with a thin sweater draped over the shoulder and loosely tied in front topped off the athletic image."

"Jodi deemed my hair to be just right, long and straight down my back, but she fixed hers in a pony tail that pointed high from nearly the top of her head. I couldn't believe that she wanted me to go out in this outfit that is until Jessica showed up. That's when I first met your wife, and realized that this was for real. Jess was dressed in her own concoction of athletic shirt that had a bottom hem hanging just below her breast line, and a tennis skirt obviously meant to be worn with frilly panties for those times that the wind blew, or when an athletic move made the material ride up. However, Jessica was not wearing panties, and the skirt was short enough to show some cheek. The bottom of her tits peeked from beneath her thin top that also showed her nipples. Of course, she wore the same shoes as we did, but her hair was in her classic bob style. A fishnet open front sweater left nothing to the imagination. So it was that we three vixens sallied forth into the world, seeking attention. My shorts were already so wet that the soaked spot only served to make my bald pussy more visible, and when I looked in the mirror, I suddenly realized how explicit my protruding clitoris was in its erect state. I was hot, and was looking forward to getting hotter in the strength of my experienced company."