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 Chapter 3 - The proposition

   The room was cluttered with customers, mostly men, but a few women. 
Eric noticed one man rubbing his crotch as he read the back of a DVD cover
in the fetish section, exhibition video no doubt.  Beside a man standing in
the book and magazine aisle, there was a woman talking into his ear.  This
man was crimson, but appeared to try to act cool.  The man met Eric's gaze
then quickly avoided it.  Eric was wondering what they were discussing.

   Eric had recently discovered the thrill of strap-on pornography, so he
made his way to that section.  There he found the DVD's divided by
sub-genre.  Women-on-Women, Women-on-Men, Gangbang W-on-W, Gangbang W-on-M,
etc...  Eric, after studying the section for some time, was looking at one
DVD with an image of a man being nailed at both ends by strap-on clad
beauties when the woman he saw earlier walked up behind him.

   "Looks pretty hot," she whispered into Eric's ear, startling him almost
causing him to drop the DVD.

   Fumbling with the case, Eric replied, "I was just browsing."

   "No need to explain to me, sweety, I'm not here to judge you," she said
placing her small manicured hand upon his forearm.  This served to set Eric
at ease.

   "I saw you talking to that man beside the magazines, he looked rather
flushed, you must've gotten him really hot and bothered," Eric said trying
to make conversation.  He wondered about this woman.  Was she a working
girl looking for a John?  Was she the type that frequents adult bookstores
to satisfy the cocktease within her?  Was she a lonely housewife looking
for a casual afternoon fuck?  He was desperate to find out.

   "Oh, that's my husband, he gets like that whenever we go scouting for a
third," she said matter of factly.  She turned in the direction of the
magazines to wave to the man as he furtively tried to watch her from behind
a magazine.  Upon seeing her wave, he turned another shade of crimson and
turned around.

   "You mean you're swingers?" Eric asked a little stunned and intrigued.
She now had his complete attention.  That fluttering feeling returned to
his gut as he mentally considered the possibilities.

   "Swingers is so old fashioned, we're just a couple that needs another
person in order to get our kicks.  There's no shame in it and we both find
it hot.  Sometimes we find the desire for a woman, other times its a man,"
she explained without remorse.

   Glancing at the husband as he slinked further away from them, Eric said,
"Your husband seems to be rather embarassed about being here."

   Looking back at him with a pleasant smile on her face, "I know, it's
just so cute to see him squirm like that.  I bring him along so he knows
who's in charge.  Whenever we go prospecting he always gets all red and
embarassed when he's forced to pick out a guy to join us."

   "So, he choose me, not you?"

   "Of course, sweety, but don't think that I wouldn't ride you home from
the rodeo.  I choose the women, he chooses the men.  I was telling him how
hot it would be to see him gobbling down a thick cock and then taking it up
his ass, when he noticed you.  He asked me what I thought and I told him
I'd talk to you, so here we are," she revealed.

   "I've never done that sort of thing before," Eric admitted, yet not
informing her that he never considered having a bisexual experience. 
Images flashed through his mind and his cock started to make a buldge in
his pants.

   "That's all right sweety.  We're not looking for a porn star.  The
newness is what's exciting, and since we've been accustomed with this, we
like to get first timers.  They tend to be the most explorative anyway."

   "I've only been with women, though," Eric finally confessed, still
entertaining the possibility of opening a new chapter in his sexual
experience.

   "But you still enjoy cock," she said tapping the strap-on video Eric was
still holding in his hands.  "Listen, there's no pressure.  If you're
interested, here's my card," she handed him a red business card with only a
phone number centered in a bold black font, "give us a call sometime and
we'll go from there, maybe for a drink, maybe more, no worries.  Cool?"

   "You'll be involved too, right?" He asked in excitement.

   "We'll talk again soon," she said with that same confidence and control,
then walked back to her husband lurking at the end of the aisle.  Eric
followed them with his eyes until they exited the store.