Authors note: I detour a little from my usual story lines with this franchise. It's about a married couple who explore one-on-one random fetishes with members of other swinging couples. It intentionally has a slow build-up with a little suspense. In this first chapter, I initialize the characters of Doug and Paula, an affluent married couple who enter the world of husband swapping. The males are kept at a disadvantage by being naked and won't know their "wife" for the night until chosen. We also meet Freja, a retired Swedish sex worker who is fighting to save her failing business. Hope you enjoy it.
All Fictional Charters are adults over 18.
CFNM Fetish Lottery CH-1
Freja's accountant Betty, a women in her early fifties, wearing a dark blue business suit, and an age appropriate hair style entered the office.
She had a grim look on her face as she took a seat in front of her boss's desk.
"Freja, I have some very bad news for you!"
"We will likely have to close our doors within six months, sales have been very slow and you're less than a year from bankruptcy!"
It had been six years since Freja left her homeland of Sweden to come to America. She used her life savings to open a sex shop on the outskirts of a big city in Nevada.
She had been a Stripper/Prostitute all her adult life and sex was the only trade she knew. Now that she was in her early sixties, her breasts were starting to droop and her crusty-leathery face revealed the countles hours she had spent in tanning beds. Her hair, once the typical color of a person with Scandinavian heritage, now was dull gray and impossible to manage. Her aging looks are what led her to move to America.
She had made a pile of money in her life practicing in the sex trade and now it was all sunk in a ten thousand square-foot sex superstore that was failing miserably.
She and her accountant were discussing a plan of action for saving the business when the day clerk knocked on my door jam.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop," said Ava, a women in her early twenties wearing her customary loose fitting black sweats.
"Ever since I started taking marketing classes at the tech, I've had an idea for a way to boost business here."
"Why are you bringing this to my attention now?" Freja asked.
"It's a little farfetched, I figured you'd think I was crazy!"
"But desperate times require desperate measures!"
Freja looked over at Betty and she gave her one of those "What do you have to lose," looks.
"Ok, you have our attention," said Betty, "whatcha got?"
"Let me go to my car, I have jotted down a plan."
Ava left, Betty and Freja could see her through the office window as she was shuffling around in her car. She gathered some papers and rejoined the two women. She took a seat, and placed a couple papers with scribbling's on them, in her lap.
"Now, please keep an open mind and hear me out. I have given this a lot of thought."
She stopped and checked her notes,
"The way I see it, business is bad because people are sparing the embarrassment of being seen buying sex toys, especially heavy fetish related items."
"So those buyers usually shop the internet."
"I see a demographic group that we can exploit."
"Such as," asked Freja.
"Swingers, I see it all the time, they are in here getting ideas to spice things up, but I can see the reluctance on their faces. I think it's because their partner(s) don't want to be the one to initialize it."
"So how do we get them started in new kinks," Betty asked, feeling skeptical.
"We use a lottery to randomly match a husband from one couple to a wife of another. Then we assign them a kink and a scenario for them to act out."
"I figure strangers will be more likely to participate in a fetish with no judgment."
"Now here is where things get interesting..."
"We need to make it a CFNM group. The women will be in charge, she's also the one who will do the shopping."
"Freja, you still own the vacant store next to us right?"
"Yes, and it's been a money pit," Freja said, "Nobody wants to set up a legitimate business next to a porn store!"
"Ok, so you bust open a doorway and use that space for these events."
"We get couples to sign up, put down a healthy deposit, and agree that the husbands be naked, and the wives be fully clothed. We run a computer lottery to match the arraigned couples, assign a fetish, and then the woman does the shopping for any toys or items they will need."
"Wait," said Betty, "Just who pays for this?"
"The man does, he submits a credit card when he checks in."
"What women wouldn't love shopping with another man's credit card?"
"We also give them a thirty percent discount on anything they buy in the store."
Betty had a sour look on her face,
"Just what fetishes are we talking about?"
Ava checked her notes,
"Well, I put together a list and the products they will likely use."
"We assign them to the wives and give them a narrative as to how they are to be acted out."
She handed Freja a handwritten list, mostly scribbles. Betty moved her chair closer so the two could read it together.
Freja glanced down the list,
"You know, I personally have done many of these over the years!"
"Some are kind of tame, others are more challenging, but I like the list!"
Ava went on,
"We rearrange the shop and displays by items used in the various fetishes."
"Where do they act out these scenarios?" Freja asked.
"The women chooses, I think the ladies will feel safer if they controlled the location."
"Now some of these fetishes require special furniture and equipment, I think there are many motels in the area that would accommodate us with specialized, discreet rooms that we can fully equip. We split the rental rate with them."
Freja looked at Betty,
"Can you and Ava organize a plan and have a lawyer look at it?"
"I can," said Betty, "I already know of someone that is hush-hush enough to show this plan, I know she will be thorough and confidential."
Doug and Paula
I was in my usual Friday staff meeting when Paula, my wife of twenty years, buzzed my phone with several rapid texts.
She was rambling, but I deciphered the just of it was about a new swingers group.
She and I had a few sessions with another couple we knew, but we never went too far with it. I was to meet her ASAP at the corner pub. Her last text said "
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