He had begun undressing. I came up behind him and wrapping my arms around his bare chest, nuzzling my face against his neck, smelling his strong, masculine scent.

"So, what part of our adventure are you looking forward to?" I asked playfully.

"Oh... I don't know," Chris toyed with me.

"So which one would you rather be with?" I asked egging him on.

"Well, it's not that easy."

I laughed, "So you want them both."

"Well... of course, they are both pretty attractive, in different ways. Carey is more like the girl-next-door type. Olivia has that knock-out figure and classic looks."

My hands moved down his chest to his waist. I pressed my hand between his legs and felt his bulge pressing against the material of his pants. "They turn you on, don't they," I prodded him.

"Do Sam and John turn you on?" Chris said, turning to face me.

"Not as much as what I've got in my hand right now," I replied. "But, yeah, they're definitely attractive. They certainly don't turn me off to the idea of sharing. And Olivia and Carey aren't half bad either."

Chris smiled down at me again, desire in his eyes. I felt his hands move up under my shirt, running over the soft skin of my stomach. "Oh yeah? Do they do it for you too?"

"Mmm... yeah," I responded and my tongue touched my upper lip. He pressed his mouth to mine in a deep kiss.

"This whole evening has been such a turn on," my husband whispered as he kissed me.

"I know what you mean sweetie," I replied. Our kisses turned more passionate as his hands pushed my shirt up over my head and mine fiddled with his belt buckle. I quickly unclasped my bra, letting my breasts fall free. Chris immediately took them in his hands, massaging them and tweaking my nipples. I moaned, pushed his pants down his thighs and grasped his hard shaft through his undershorts.

Our love making was quick and passionate. I wanted it that way. As I lay on the edge of the bed, with him on top of me, I fantasized about Carey, or perhaps Olivia, looking on and joining in some way. Chris and I both came hard within moments of each other. After it was over, he collapsed on top of me, my legs wrapped around his waist.

"Oh baby, that was good," I sighed. "You'll never guess what I was thinking of," I said seductively.

"Oh, what?" he asked.


I just smiled.


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So that is how we found ourselves, this evening, in front of Sam and Carey's townhouse in the Capitol Hill neighborhood. "Nervous?" I asked.

"A little," he said.

"Remember, we can always back out," I reminded him.

He smiled ruefully, "Too late for that." He knocked.

Carey opened it and welcomed us in with a big grin and hugs. I felt her hand linger a little longer than normal on my hip and her bright eyes locked on mine for an extra beat. I'm sure I blushed again. Sam greeted us as well, me with a hug and Chris with a handshake. He offered to get us drinks as Carey showed us into their living room. It was furnished casually, a couple of mismatched couches and some chairs grouped in a U-shape facing a television set. The three of us sat down while Sam worked on the drinks.

I had decided to dress up a little for the occasion. I was wearing a black skirt and light blue blouse.

Chris calls it my "Pam" outfit, a la the character from The Office. As we sat, I worried that I had overdressed; Carey wore dark jeans and a loose fitting top. I wondered what was underneath. I had taken care in picking out my bra and underwear. I wasn't one hundred percent sure anyone would see them tonight, but it was better to assume that would be the case. I had chosen one of my favorites, a matching pale blue bra and bikini pantie set.

John and Olivia put me at ease when they arrived. Olivia looked stunning again. She wore tall boots, dark brown this time, with another knee-length skirt and a body-hugging, dark, long-sleeved tee-shirt. I was clearly not overdressed. John gave me a warm hug; his strong arms felt good on my body. Olivia embraced me with a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek. Her finger tips touched mine as we separated, sending a nice shiver down my spine.

Sam returned with the drinks, a gin and tonic for me, a beer for Chris and a vodka and tonic for Carey. John and Olivia sat on couch opposite Chris and me. A new bout of nervousness swept over me, but it receded as the gin and friendly conversation took over. Sam returned with drinks for the others and took a chair next to his wife. As we sipped our drinks the conversation revolved around how we each had gotten the idea of swapping. Sam and Carey told us they had done it before with another couple, but the couple had moved away. Like us, they didn't know anyone who would be into the idea so they turned to the internet.

John and Olivia were in a similar situation as us. They had never opened their marriage to other partners; however, neither of them had ever been with someone of the same sex before marriage. "This is going to be a whole new experience on many levels," said Olivia, grinning as she looked from Carey to me.

"Just as long as you don't get to like it too much, honey," responded John with a wink as he placed his hand on his wife's thigh. We all laughed at that.

Chris laid his hand on my back. I smiled at him in response and wiggled in my seat.

The evening progressed like that. We exchanged friendly, somewhat sexually suggestive banter as we started on our second round of drinks. It was then that Carey got the ball rolling.

"So if y'all are okay with it, this is something I thought we'd try. It's a little game we have," she said with grin. "Something to break the ice and get things going. Are y'all okay with that?"

"Sounds good to me," said Chris. We all agreed.

Carey explained that the game involved a deck of cards, each with a different instruction on it. "When it's your turn, you draw a card and do whatever the card tells you to do. Since this is our first time together we've removed a lot of the more advanced cards to keep things a little more comfortable for people," she explained.

"Oh, boooooo," joked Olivia.

"We want to keep it comfortable for everyone involved," added Sam.

"Maybe if y'all like it we can add the other cards back in," Carey responded with a smile. "Before we start, who needs another drink?"

The game began with cards that asked us to reveal to the group such things as what our first sexual experience was or which celebrity we'd most like to join in bed. We all got a good laugh and a few embarrassments. The pressure got turned up a little when Olivia drew a card asking her to tell the group who in the room, other than her spouse, she'd most like to make out with.

"Oh gee," she paused, obviously nervous, "I'll go with Sam." We all laughed and Sam raised his hands in the air in mock celebration.

It was now Sam's turn. He drew a card that asked him whether he'd ever had a fantasy about being with someone of the same sex. I noticed his face get red. "I can't say that I have," he replied.

"Whatever dude," replied my husband jokingly. "You know you have." We all got a good laugh again. Clearly the alcohol and joking around had loosened everyone's inhibitions a little.

Carey drew next. Her card, instead of asking her to tell us something, told her to remove an article of clothing. She giggled and removed her shoes. My husband drew his card and laughed. His instructions were to select two people to remove an article of clothing. "Well, I know I'll probably pay for this later, but I choose Erica and... Sam, since it's his house."

"Oh, you bastard," shouted Sam laughing. He pulled his shoes off.

"I'll definitely remember this!" I said to needle Chris as I slipped my shoes off my bare feet.

It was then my turn. I drew my card and read it aloud, "Pick two people in the room to kiss each other while everyone counts to ten." I put my finger to my lips to mimic a look of deep concentration on my decision. "Well, Olivia wanted to ... soooo... Olivia and Sam."

Olivia looked at Carey with a nervous smile and then over at Sam, who was grinning. They both stood and met in the middle of the room, their spouses looking on. I admit I was eager to see what they'd do and how far this game would take us. As we began to count they placed their hands on each others' hips; their mouths met in a tentative kiss. As we slowly approached "five," they kissed again, this time when their lips touched their mouths opened slightly. By the count of "ten" Olivia and Sam had progressed to open-mouth kissing and as they parted the look on both their faces said they were disappointed to have to go back to their respective seats.

"Well done," Carey encouraged them.

John was next. He pulled a card that instructed him to remove an article of clothing as well as choose someone else to do the same. "Carey, it's your game," he said with a wink, "Go ahead." John tugged his shoes off and Carey pulled her socks off.

Olivia drew a card. She read, "Tell the group your favorite sexual position." She blushed, smiled nervously and looked over at her husband. "Oh wow, umm," she mumbled.

"Oh, come on honey, I know what it is," John teased.

"Okay, I love to be on top, facing him," Olivia admitted.

"Woo hoo, nice!" exclaimed Carey. "Okay Sam, your turn," she said.

The idea of climbing on top of John and riding him caused me to clench my thighs together and left my mouth a little dry. I shifted in my seat. I could tell Chris was a little excited too; his fingers flexed on my back.

Sam took a card and read, "Who in the room would you most like to see naked? He looked from Olivia to me and back to Olivia.

"What about me?" asked Carey in mock disapproval.

"I see you naked all the time sweetie," he said laughing. "Erica, I'm a breast guy and I'll bet you've got two beauties under that shirt," he said with a smile.

I felt myself blush again. "Well thank you Sam," I replied flashing him what I hoped was my best playful smile as the gin and tonics took over, "I hope I don't disappoint you.