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PART 1
"I just don't know about swinging" Debbi said, as she looked over her Friday afternoon Martini. "Meeting with a group of people I have nothing in common with, just to make love with a stranger doesn't hold much interest for me."

"All I'm saying is to give it a try" Greg stated, walking over to his wife of ten years, "We'll go and check out the scene, and if either one of us doesn't like what is happening, we'll just hang it up to experience."

Since moving to the "city", both Debbi and Greg had become interested and very active participating in "adult" conversations via their computer modem working the BBS network, and had been amazed at the number of "couple" and "swinging" messages they had seen.

One message had mentioned a nightclub nearby which was, by account, a meeting place for swingers. Debbi sipped her drink, uncrossing her long legs while she pondered what she thought was possibly just a manifestation of her husband's perception of life passing him by...

"Why is this important to you?" she asked, "don't I keep you happy?".

Greg smiled, and admired his wife's lean yet endowed figure clad in a white silk blouse and black skirt, silently amazed at how she was just as supple and inviting at 35 as she had been as his bride of 21.

"No, it's not that, I just think that considering how much we both enjoy making love, why not add the excitement of experiencing the pure physical pleasure with other people? I don't think it would take anything away from our relationship."

"Well, it does sound interesting. But every time I try to imagine it, I conjure up images of you with some young slut while I'm left with her fat under-endowed husband."

Greg laughed. "Okay, I'll tell you what. How about we drop by the nightclub that was listed as a "swingers" club on the BBS, and you do the picking. If you don't see anyone interesting, we leave."

Debi finished her drink, and nodded her head. "Okay, it's a deal, but don't be surprised if we only stay a couple of minutes."

Greg smiled. "No problem," he said, "you want to leave, you just give me the sign and we'll be gone."

Debi's mind was racing as they walked from the car to the club entrance. "What am I getting myself into", she thought.

Although she loved making love, other than Greg she had only had experience with two boys long ago in high school and both encounters had been the quick and frantic lovemaking that oftentimes characterizes young lust.

Despite her fears, she was amazed that just talking about swinging back at home had moistened her vulva and got her wondering just what it would be like to have another man making love here there while her husband watched.

Of more concern to her, however, was the thought of watching another woman being pleasured by Greg, and how she would handle the sight of "her" penis plunging in and out of another woman.

The nightclub looked like any other club that they had been in, with the exception that there were very few singles. Everywhere that Debi looked were couples, both at the bar and at all the tables.

Greg guided her to a booth near the dance floor, and ordered Martinis from the attentive waitress that appeared as they sat down. "Okay, what do you think so far?" he asked, "Do you want to leave?".

"Don't be silly" she replied, sipping her drink and surveying the crowd, "nothing has happened yet. I'm reserving my judgement."

Debi was surprised to see that the clientele of the bar was mainly composed of people in her and Greg's general age group, and judging from their dresses, about the same income.

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