Free Sharing Janice, Swinger's Fantasies, Episode 1 by Mia Moore Page A

like thunder, but that was just play.
Right?
    I followed him out the door of our home in
suburbia, wondering for perhaps the umpteenth time, what kind of
kinkiness went on behind the doors of our neighbors. After all, we
were your typical upwardly mobile family and no one would ever
suspect us of going to swinger clubs.
    When we were settled and on our way, he
glanced at me before he spoke. “Janice, I’ve looked at some swinger
sites on line. I didn’t join because that’s something we need to
discuss before we do anything. You wouldn’t believe the number of
single guys with ads looking for a couple to swing with.” His eyes
were wide when he looked at me again.
    “Holy cow! I haven’t said yes and you’re
SHOPPING for guys for me? Someone we’ve never met, who could be
some kind of sicko?” I could feel the vein in my forehead beginning
to throb.
    “It’s not like that! Remember when I
suggested the club, you thought it would be a grope-fest orgy? Well
it’s not, right?” He shook his head focusing his eyes on a car that
had stopped short.
    “No, it’s not.” A smile spread over my face
as I recalled my first trip to the club. It had taken ten minutes
and two hits of a joint to get me out of the car. I’d clung to
Damian like glue for the first half of the night until I saw for
myself how relaxed and open everyone was, no groping, just sexy
couples for the most part.
    “Then trust me on this one too.” He was
silent for a couple of minutes, weaving his way through traffic.
“Have you ever fantasized about what it would be like fucking
another man? I know you had a couple boyfriends in high school and
college but that was all—not much experience. C’mon buddy! Drive it
or park it!”
    My heart was in my throat as he maneuvered
quickly around a truck that was ambling along. I admit, I’m a
nervous driver and prefer being a passenger, especially when it’s
my husband driving.
    “Have you?” He flipped the bird at the driver
of the truck and sped by him.
    “Of course. What woman hasn’t fantasized
about a night with Brad Pitt or Daniel Craig?” This was a duck and
dodge. Of course I’d noticed handsome men and even wondered about
their package—checked out their hands and feet, although that’s
probably just an urban myth or something.
    “You know that’s not what I mean.” He flashed
a dark look at me. “These ads are pretty explicit with size and
likes spelled out plainly. I think they’re worth a look.”
    He wheeled the car into an empty bus stop in
front of the office building where I worked and turned to face me.
“I don’t mean to pressure you and if I’m coming off that way, I’m
sorry. I love you but this is a fantasy of mine that I’d like to
try. If I didn’t know you as well as I do, that I know you’d love
it, I wouldn’t even suggest it.”
    “I know. I love you too and I’m not saying no
to it. Just give me some time to digest the idea, okay?” I leaned
over and gave him a quick kiss before scurrying out the door.

Chapter 2 – Daydreams about night dreams
    “Hi Janice.
Your ten o’clock is early. Would you like ten minutes to get
settled in before I show him in?” Kim rose from her seat at
reception and followed me, standing at the door to my office. “It’s
okay with me if you make him wait, he’s not hard on the eyes, if
you know what I mean.”
    I placed my briefcase on the desk and looked
up at her glowing round face, framed by a mop of brown, unruly
curls. “Really? You say that about every client under forty. You’ve
got to get out more, Kim.”
    “Easy for you to say, you could be a model on
a travel ad for Sweden and married to Mr. GQ. I’ll take my thrills
where and when I can get them. How was your weekend?” She crossed
her arms and thrust her hip out leaning on the door frame.
    “Not long enough, but good. How ‘bout you?” I
opened the case and withdrew the files I had meant to work on, but
hadn’t. There really wasn’t a rush on