Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> 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." -- Story Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> Newsgroup FAQ: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/faq.html> Archive site: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> (Not pretty yet)