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From: Mad Dog Literata <literata@cyberramp.net>
Subject: STORY:  Consenting Adults, Part 1/3



      Daniel had brought up the subject of swinging a few times  before;
I knew that one of his favorite fantasies -  and mine -  was of me
having sex with strangers. I'd enjoyed the idea, and  we'd gone out to
bars and swingers' clubs to 'play' with the idea  of it, but it wasn't
until that Saturday morning that I'd finally  gathered up the courage to
contemplate actually doing anything.
    I'd just gotten out of the shower, and was drying my hair,  when
Daniel came up behind me. I saw him in the reflection of the  mirror on
my vanity.
    "I've been thinking..." I told him.
    "About what?" he asked.
    I turned around. "If you're really serious about seeing your
favorite fantasy come true -  and I mean really serious - then..."  I
paused. "I'm game to try it."
    Daniel was, to say the least, enthusiastic about it.
    I'd decided to give him another  fantasy as  well. "Tonight,  I'll
be your toy. You can dress me up anyway you want, and I'll  act however
you want me to.  All I ask is this: If I chicken out  at the last
moment, there won't be any problems. Agreed?"
    "Agreed," Daniel said.
    I had several chores to run that day, so I wrote down all of  my
sizes on the back of my business card and handed it to him. I  was going
to ask him to try not to get something too outrageous,  but at the last
moment I decided against it; after all, it was  just one night, and I
knew how exciting it would be for him. There  was something else,
though, as well: I enjoyed not having any  decisions to make. I resolved
to give him the final say on  everything tonight.
    We both left the house around twelve. All that afternoon, I  found
myself getting excited just thinking about that night. By  the time I
came home at six, I was almost sore from being so  aroused.
    Daniel greeted me at the door.  "Let me show you the outfit  I've
picked out for you." I smiled and followed him to our  bedroom.
    The clothes he'd selected were lying on the bed. I picked up  the
dress and smiled. The dress was made of black cir=82.  It was
long-sleeved, very low cut, and awesome.
    "That's quite a decolletage," I told him.
    The other accoutrements were in line with the dress: black  silk
stockings with a seam in the rear, black patent leather  stiletto pumps,
and a long onyx cigarette holder.
    "Do you really think I can pull off the image of a femme  fatal=82?" =
I
asked Daniel.
    "Without a doubt," he said.
    I picked up the cigarette holder and examined it. "Well," I  said,
"I suppose we'd better start getting ready."
    After I took another shower and had done my makeup (Daniel had
asked for a 'sweet, innocent look') I put the garter belt and  stockings
on. There was no other underwear on the bed; I was sure  that it was no
oversight on Daniel's part, so I decided to run  with it.
    I pulled the dress on and adjusted it. I added a dangling  pendant
necklace, adjusting it so that it hung down low, between  my breasts,
and found a pair of matching earrings. The dress did  fit me, but just
barely; it was like a second skin - my nipples  were almost perfectly
outlined in the shiny black material - and  it showed an almost alarming
amount of cleavage.  But, I thought  as I admired myself in the mirror,
I liked it.
    So did Daniel. When I'd finished dressing and put on the  stiletto
heels, I came out to the living room and stood before  him. "What do you
think?" I asked him.
    "God, you look...incredible!"
    I took a cigarette out of a large crystal box and lit it with  a
table lighter. I turned to him. "How are we going to do things
tonight?"
    "I've been thinking about that," he said. "Perhaps we should  go in
separate cars. I'll go ahead of you by an hour or so; that  should let
me get a seat at the bar where you can see me."
    I took a drag on my cigarette and nodded. "Okay."
    "Now," Daniel continued, "if you need to tell me anything,  just
come up to the bar and stand by me while you order a drink."
    "That sounds like a good plan," I said.  "By the way, should I  wear
my wedding ring, or take it off?"  I took another drag on my  cigarette.
"Do you want me to be single, or married and on the  make?"
    "Married," Daniel said. "I definitely like the idea of you  being on
the prowl."
    "I've got another question for you," I told him. "If I do find
someone, do you want me to go to his place or bring him here?"
    Daniel thought for a moment. "What do you want?"
    I smiled mischievously. "I want to bring him here," I said,  "and I
want you to watch us."
    "You mean, hide in a closet or something?"
    "That's exactly what I mean - or better yet, stay out on the
patio."
    "I don't know," Daniel said.
    "Come on, darling," I replied, "and just think about the kind  of
show I could put on for you."
    He smiled. "You've convinced me."


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