My husband and I had talked many times about becoming involved in what was ostensibly a swapping party and long had I resisted. Don't misunderstand me, I am no prude and it's many a woman's fancy to be taken by two men at the same time. It was just a matter of summoning up the courage to go for it, and although a little apprehensive, I was nevertheless excited, this night was to be our first foray into the swinging scene.
We had answered an ad in one of those men's magazines where couples advertise for partners to take part in adult fun, uninhibited evenings of pure, consensual sex. David had replied to one that we both agreed sounded okay, adding our phone number and a couple of nude Polaroid photographs of ourselves.
David is no slouch in the cock department and I had taken the picture showing just how big he really is, this was of course after I had been sucking him for a short while. He had then licked my pussy until I had cumm and as I held my lips open he had taken a shot of me also. Now I have quite big nipples that are very sensitive and a matching clit, all of which showed up clearly on the photograph.
In less than a week we received a telephone call from the female half of the couple inviting us to share a few drinks at a local pub. Her name was Isobella, but she preferred to be called Izzy, and I found that we got on quite famously, she being very bubbly and outgoing. David was still at work but I was home, having just come in from doing the shopping. He works in the city, while I am a housewife and mother with two gregarious, almost teenage kids and often at loose ends during the day.
Izzy explained that she did not live far away and if I wished we could steal a march on the men, by proposing that she come around to see me that day or the next. I agreed that we shouldn't put it off, adding that I was eager to meet her.
Time was for me to grab a quick shower, tearing into the bathroom, shedding clothes as I went, I finished in no time at all, not needing to shave as I had depilated the previous day, David loves my pussy to be billiard ball smooth.
In the bedroom I selected a lacy thong, short leather skirt and a semi see-through blouse that I wore tucked in while leaving the top four buttons undone. I wanted Izzy to see that I really would be a good catch for her man.
Done with dressing I quickly picked up the clothing I had shed, throwing it into the linen basket.
In a little under half an hour a grand white Mercedes sports car pulled onto our drive debussing a stunning blonde with a mane of long gorgeous hair that seemed to flow over her shoulders. This apparition didn't exactly get out of the car; instead she kind of oozed from it, she simply stood there looking at the house.
I remember wishing that I could have been just a little taller. Wearing a white mini skirt with the sun behind her, long tanned legs showed quite sharply through the material, clear to the great divide. To complete the ensemble she wore a very low and very short lemon top, showing that beautiful tan from just below a pair of firm breasts, being a hot day it was clear that she wore no bra, her breasts appearing not to need any form of support.
I stood at the window wrapped in what could only be described as horny anticipation as this picture of radiant beauty walked to my front door. Hearing the bell the dogs barked, bringing me out of my apparent stupor, and rushing to answer the door tripped over one of them. Hurtling headlong into the door my head cracked on it with a mighty thump and falling I caught my knee on the coat stand.
We have one of those old Victorian coat stands, David has a big antiques shop in Islington, London. Getting up I managed to open the door, perhaps looking a little the worse for wear, certainly a little dazed.
The dogs jumped up at Izzy to welcome her and with a stern voice she told them to sit. Amazingly they did. She then turned her attention to me, "boisterous aren't they Victoria, I heard the crash, what happened?"
I quickly explained that in my haste to answer the door I had managed to trip over them, as being a nosy pair they also wanted to see who was calling.
"Come Vikki, take me to your kitchen, you have a nasty bump on your head and your leg appears to be bleeding. Sit down, I shall attend to your wounds, early battle scars," she laughed and I laughed with her, kinda breaking the ice.
"Thanks Izzy," I replied, warming to this woman who at the moment was still a stranger to me but very outgoing, friendly and just a little solicitous.
Pulling out a bar stool I sat facing her, sitting on another she leaned forward towards me to examine the bump on my head, her beautiful breasts mere millimetres away from my face. Strangely, I had not been touched by another woman for quite a long time and felt quite drawn to this one, especially as her breasts were close enough for me to have kissed them. She also exuded a heady perfume that I found much to my liking and commented on it. As her fingers examined the bump she explained that the skin wasn't broken but the lump was a bit nasty and asked if my head ached.
I told her no and she went to the freezer producing a bag of frozen peas. "Hold these to your head for a little, while I attend to the abrasion on your knee," she said, gently placing the bag onto my head while sliding gracefully from the stool.
Dropping to one knee she examined the cut very carefully. I was sat on the stool with both feet on the footrest, she took the damaged leg placing my foot on her thigh, which parted my legs a little allowing her to be able to see up my skirt to the lacy thong that I wore. At the same time her mini skirt had fallen back and I could clearly see that she also wore a thong. I immediately realised that she would be at the very least shaven, 'I do believe she might be bi, I know, I'll put her to the test,' I thought, 'but how?'
It proved to be a lot easier than I had thought.
"Vikki do you have a medicine cabinet or something, I need to put antiseptic on the wound," her voice broke into my thoughts to bring me back to reality.
Replying that all stuff like that was kept in the bathroom, I sent her off to look for it, meanwhile I quickly whipped off my thong, opened a bottle of wine pouring two glasses and sat back down again in the same position that she had left me.
