Jill Mullen sat in silence as the standing passengers in front of her swayed with the motion of the train. She hated Friday commutes because everybody was trying to get home at the same time to start their weekends.
She knew from experience by the time she got to her stop, she'd be the only one left on the train. When the last passenger walked off at the stop before hers, she always glanced around to see if there were any interesting things left behind. She always found something interesting, and today was no exception.
As the train started again, she stood and walked up toward the front of the car. Something lying in one of the seats caught her eye. It was a magazine, and the ad on the back is what caught her by surprise. Everything around Christmas and New Year's was printed in the colors of the season, and this ad was no exception. The letters were bright green on a red and white spiraled background that made the letters look like a flashing neon sign.
RING IN THE NEW YEAR WITH A BANG AND JOIN US FOR THE ANNUAL FIRST COME PARTY!
Jill sat down next to the seat with the magazine and stared at the ad for a moment before picking up the magazine. She turned it over and read the title, "Swingers Connection." She thumbed through it and saw a bunch of personal ads of singles and couples apparently looking for others to hook up with for swinging. She felt her cheeks redden as she read one of the ads.
"SWF and boyfriend looking for other couples to share in our exploration of our bodies. Must be young, sexy, beautiful and experienced swingers, and not be afraid to have every part of your bodies explored. No newbies please."
There was a photo of the SWF and her boyfriend beside the ad. The girl's hand was around his hard cock, and his hand was buried between her legs. There was a voice mailbox number to call to leave a message.
There were pages full of these ads, with a few articles on the swinging lifestyle, but the ad on the back cover is what she was interested in the most. She started to read the fine print in the ad.
"For this year's New Year's party, we'll be trying something new. We've booked a private ballroom, and we'll be serving a gourmet meal with some hot entertainment to get things going throughout the night. For this party, only couples will be allowed, so if you're a single be sure to hook up with someone for this event!"
Jill kept reading and was getting more intrigued with every word, not to mention aroused.
"Each couple will have their own table and dedicated wait staff, and the event will be emceed by our very own Swing Master and Mistress, the two editors of Swingers Connection. You'll enjoy the entertainment and will be welcomed to be part of it if you're so inclined. We're sure the final event of the evening will leave everyone breathless!"
The ad went on to list a website where more details could be found and where you could register for the party. It was pricey, though, at $750 per couple. She rolled the magazine up and slipped it into her bag. She needed to think about whether to show it to Woody or not, but the images in the ads and the thoughts about what the entertainment might be made the butterflies in her belly flutter.
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Woody had gone to bed by the time she got home, and she had spent the better part of an hour re-reading the ad for the New Year's party and checking out more of the personal ads inside. She was getting turned on by the pictures and the descriptions of what these people wanted to do with other couples and groups of couples. She'd heard of swinging before, and she'd fantasized about it when she was a younger woman. But raising twins hadn't left much time for anything other than good old fashioned, pedestrian, married sex, worked in when the girls were at a friend's house or were sound asleep in the wee hours of the night.
Their girls were born when she was only nineteen, and her parents had forced Woody to marry her. She was a virgin when they had sex for the first time, and Woody thought some extra lube would lessen the pain when he popped her cherry. The only problem was he used petroleum jelly as lube. He came inside her, and when he pulled out, he saw the condom was melted and his cum was oozing out of her. She jumped in the shower in a panic and tried to rinse it all from inside her, but it was too late. She had a friend buy a pregnancy test kit a few days later, and that confirmed it. Knocked-up and nineteen. Her parents demanded Woody marry her, and he did. The twins were grown now and away at college and she and Woody were young empty-nesters.
And now she had this magazine in her hands, and was thinking about showing it to Woody in the morning. He had tried on so many occasions since the girls left for school to get her to loosen up and have more fun when they made love, but old habits are hard to break sometimes. All the stifled moans of ecstasy, the face-in-the-pillow-we-can't-let-the-girls-hear our orgasms, her hand over Woody's mouth to silence his groans as he emptied his seed in her so many times over the years. Maybe finding this magazine was fate telling her to loosen up, to enjoy her sexuality. She still had a great figure, and though Woody's six-pack abs were smoother, he still had a sexy body.
She yawned, and decided she was going to show him tomorrow. If nothing else, it would tell him she was trying to get more adventurous, even if he didn't want to go. After all, $750 is a lot of money. She rolled up the magazine and put it back in her bag and went to bed.
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Jill awoke the next morning to the smell of coffee and burnt toast. She got out of bed, stretched, put on her robe and walked downstairs to the kitchen. Woody was sipping coffee and finishing his toast when she walked in and kissed him on the cheek.
"Morning, sleepy head," he said. "What time did you get home last night?"
"It was about nine, I guess," Jill said as she grabbed a mug and filled it with coffee. "Lots of people, probably because of the holidays."
"I didn't hear you come to bed," Woody said. He licked the butter and jam from his fingers. Jill sat down with him and poured some cream in her coffee.
"I stayed up after I got back. I was a little tense, I guess." Woody looked at her and smiled. His eyes always made her melt. They were the sweetest shade of light brown, like milk chocolate. He stared into her eyes for a moment, and he broke his gaze to take her all in. Jill fluffed at her hair, knowing she must look a mess. Woody grabbed one of her hands, and held it in his.
"I always love the way you look in the morning, Jilly," he said. "You're gorgeous. God, I'm a lucky man!" He lifted her hand to his mouth and peppered it with soft kisses.
"I'm a mess, Woody," she said. "But thank you for saying I'm gorgeous."
"I mean it, honey. But I can tell there's something on your mind."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, you just poured salt in your coffee." Jill looked at the salt shaker in her hand, and laughed out loud.
"Shit," she said. Woody laughed with her.
"What's on your mind babe," he said. He picked up her mug and dumped it in the sink and rinsed it out. "Wanna try this again?" He poured her mug full. Jill watched him as he poured the coffee and walked back to the table.
"Woody, honey," she started. "I have something I want to show you, but you have to promise me something first."
"Okay," he said, cocking his head to the side in curiosity. "What do I have to promise?"
