Free Foursomes and More… by Adriana Kraft Page A

try and answer your questions about this adventure. And if any play happens this evening, it will only happen because we all agree and everyone is included.”
    Jason let out a breath he’d apparently been holding for some time.
    “Or if you want to go back home now, that’s okay, too. We understand how stressful a first meet can be.”
    Crystal looked sharply at her husband, who shook his head ever so slightly.
    “We don’t want to go home yet. You’re right, we may be more comfortable taking our drinks to the suite.” Crystal clasped her drink. “It does feel a little awkward talking about things here.”
    “We do appreciate,” Jason interjected, “you taking time with us.”
    “Good—let’s move this conversation to the suite.” Jen glanced at Brett. He nodded his approval. “We’ll take care of the drinks, this time. And we always have snack food in the suite when we embark on one of these adventures. Just cheeses, sausage, fruit, dips and chips and such.”
    “Sounds like a meal in itself,” Crystal chirped. “Except maybe dessert.” The ebony skinned woman slipped the point of her pink tongue between her lips.
    Jen flashed an eyebrow in surprise at the girl’s spontaneous flirtation. “I do like the way your mind works, girl. Let’s go where we can be more direct, if not more playful.”
     
    “This is so much better,” Crystal said, munching on a cracker. “No ears or prying eyes. I felt so exposed in the bar. Even though we probably don’t know a soul within sixty miles of here.”
    Crystal patted her husband’s thigh as he sat next to her on the couch. “How are you doing? I thought you were going to burst downstairs.”
    Jason shrugged and gave her a weak smile. “This is much better.” He sliced another piece of cheese. He looked at Jen and grimaced. “I realize I haven’t answered your earlier question, whether this is primarily Crystal’s idea. This idea of swinging.”
    Jen gave the young man what she hoped was an encouraging smile. “And? Many of us come to swinging from different places with different expectations. While we don’t want to talk the thing to death, it is helpful to understand what everyone’s looking for, hoping for. And most of us were pretty uptight about how to begin.”
    “Hell,” Brett said, “even experienced swingers who haven’t met before often find it awkward getting things started. Playing only happens when everyone’s on board. We’ve had more than one night when we’ve met a couple and there was simply no spark. So we went our separate ways.” He grinned at Crystal’s questioning look. “I’m not saying I don’t feel a spark tonight. There’s a spark, alright. We may need to blow on it gently to induce a flame, but there definitely is a spark.”
    “Good,” Crystal responded softly.
    “What about you, Jason?” Jen asked teasingly. “Does this old lady generate a spark in you, or am I too old for you?”
    “Not at all.” Jason scowled. “I mean yes, you are a sexy lady. And no, you are not too old. We wanted to begin with a mature couple. We thought that would be safer.”
    “Why’s that?” She expected she knew the answer, and she very definitely detected a spark in Jason as his arousal began to stretch the front of his trousers.
    Jason looked to Crystal for help.
    She shook her head at him. “Finding an attractive mature couple like Jen and Brett was your idea. You explain it.”
    “Okay,” Jason sighed. “Let me back up. We decided jointly to try swinging initially because Crystal likes to be with a woman now and then.”
    Jen grinned at Crystal. “Really?”
    “My parents always had me enrolled in private girls’ schools,” Crystal began. “They never trusted me with boys. What they didn’t know was my sex life became quite robust—only it was girls, not boys. I never dated a boy until my junior year of college, and that was more of a sorority-fraternity thing. I learned to enjoy fucking guys, but there were