Free Foursomes and More… by Adriana Kraft Page B

still girls. I lost my virginity to a roommate with a strap-on. She was great, but once we all graduated, my friends went their separate ways.” She tilted her head toward Jason. “And then I met this guy swimming in the pool of the apartment complex in which we both lived.”
    She grinned broadly. “Now this is harder to explain, but I flipped head over heels in love with this geek in an athlete’s body.”
    “And me with you,” Jason gruffly pointed out. “Her folks freaked, but Crystal stood by us.”
    “They didn’t like the obvious fact that he’s white, but they were really impressed with his job, his money and future financial prospects, and the fact he treated me like a real lady. So in time, class outweighed race. Isn’t that a hoot?”
    “That’s cool. But why swinging?” Brett asked.
    “Ah, yes,” Crystal replied. “We’d been married three years before I shared my sexual attraction to girls with Jason. I’d always been afraid he’d think less of me.”
    “No way,” Jason interjected.
    “Of course I know that now. So he didn’t want me to go the rest of my life without having opportunities for being with women, but I didn’t want to go behind his back or even out on a girl’s night out. Whatever I do sexually, I want Jason to be part of. At least watching, but hopefully participating. Why should I get all the bonus fun? So we talked about it and began to explore the possibilities for swinging.”
    “That makes sense,” Jen said. “We’ve heard variations of that story before. Actually, we got involved initially because I wanted to explore my bi side. Not that I’ve heard any complaints from Brett.”
    “And you won’t,” Brett said. “So why us, other than that we are too old to prompt much jealousy?”
    Blushing, Jason replied quickly. “I didn’t mean to imply you were too old. We tried going to a club that Crystal found on line. That was a disaster.”
    “We didn’t know anyone,” Crystal pointed out. “We both like to dance. Well, okay, me more than Jason, but he does quite fine. Anyway, guys were pawing all over me. Everyone seemed to want to talk to me, but showed little interest in including my husband. I got so furious. I slapped one guy. Security told him to cool his jets or leave. We left instead. And we didn’t want to go through that again.”
    “I’m sorry your first club experience turned out so negative,” Jen said. “Clubs vary a lot. We’ve had some fun times at clubs, but we typically go with people we’ve already played with. Takes a lot pressure off.”
    “So we both got involved,” Jason continued, seeming more relaxed, “in exploring online swinger sites. I can’t tell you how many profiles we’ve sifted through. To be honest, we also initiated contact with five other couples. Two never responded. One came back with how he wanted to fuck my wife until she fainted. Another tried to impress her with the size of his cock. And the fifth,” Jason inhaled, “said they didn’t play with black bitches and thought I was violating the laws of God by living with her.”
    “Damn,” Brett said, his fingers curling into fists. “Some assholes shouldn’t be allowed on these sites.”
    Crystal shrugged. “I’ve heard worse. You can’t get completely away from prejudice. It’s always there, often just under the surface.” She grinned. “You guys are open and accepting and not pushy. That came through in your profile and in our email exchanges and over the phone. It came through downstairs in the bar, even though we were rather uptight.”
    “If it hadn’t, we wouldn’t be sitting talking with you now,” Jason pointed out. His mouth turned up into a grin. “We—well, I—may be a little on the shy side, but that doesn’t mean we don’t see what’s happening.”
    “Good.” Jen had grown to appreciate the honesty of the young man sitting across from her. “You two make a beautiful couple. And we’re happy we rose to the top of your