Then, remembering what Vicky had said about the magazines, I quietly tiptoed in, carefully opening the drawer to find them. There were three of them, all titled Swinger. Quietly removing one, I went back to my own room and proceeded to read the magazine.
As I read, I was shocked when I realized how many people were swingers. It seemed that trading partners without jealousy was a big thing. I knew that Mike and Vicky were into it and we seemed as happy a couple as I’d ever seen. As I read more, I learned that suppressing the desire to know other people intimately was one of the things that led to stagnation in relationships, that the couples who did swing were more apt to have happy, long-lasting relationships. I found the articles fascinating, accounts of swingers and how we met people and what happened when they got together. Many of the people who wrote the articles and that sent in letters also included pictures, and one picture I particularly liked was of three couples daisy chained in oral sex, everyone sucking on someone else.
I must have fallen asleep, because I woke up to the sensation of my nipple being pinched. I had been having an erotic dream and didn’t realize that it wasn’t part of my dream. Opening my eyes I saw that Vicky was smiling at me.
“Nice nap?” She inquired.
“Yeah, I guess so,” I said, stretching.
“Did you enjoy the magazine?” Vicky asked, nodding towards it.
“It’s really interesting,” I said.
“What do you think of the idea, though?” Vicky asked. “Does it excite you or do you think it’s wrong or what?”
“Oh, I don’t see anything wrong with it,” I said, sitting up, “Especially if everyone agrees. The couple of stories about people not agreeing were sad. though. It didn’t seem fair to force someone to do something we really didn’t want to do.”
“You’re right,” Vicky agreed. “I guess you realize that Mike and I swing,” She said. “And never has Mike forced me to participate with people that I didn’t want to be intimate with. It’s always if we both want it.”
“Do you do it a lot?” I asked, interested.
“I don’t know what a lot is,” Vicky admitted. “We do it regularly, though. And this development, it was designed by a couple who are swingers. And everyone who lives here swings, too. It’s really nice. So if you like your neighbors or whatever, well, it’s easy.”
“So Sylvester and Trina are swingers?” I asked.
“Yes,” Vicky replied.
“And are you going to swing tonight?” I asked.
“Probably,” Vicky said, “If everyone’s into it. We usually are.”
“Have you been swinging with them before?” I asked.
“Oh, many times,” Vicky replied. “We’re really nice. And we’re both fun.”
“And you want me to come with you?” I asked.
“If you like,” Vicky replied. “It’s up to you.”
“Would I have to swing?” I asked.
“Of course not,” Vicky replied. “If you want, you can just watch. Or if you want to join in somehow, of course you can. There are no have to or must or force, you do what feels comfortable. And that’s different for everyone.”
“I understand,” I said. “It sounds like fun.”
“It is,” Vicky said, smiling. “I think you’d love it.”
“So do I,” I said.
“Let’s go wake Mike up,” Vicky said. “He’s slept enough anyway.”
Getting up from the bed, I followed Vicky into her bedroom where Mike was still sprawled asleep on the bed. As I watched, Vicky leaned over Mike and sucked his limp dick into my mouth. I tried not to giggle as I watched Mike react in his sleep as Vicky began to suck on him. As I watched, his dick began to grow, quickly reaching its full size. Then Vicky stopped, smiling at me.
“God, don’t stop now,” Mike groaned, opening his eyes.
“Oh, no, you don’t,” Vicky laughed. “I just wanted to make sure you were primed for tonight.”
“Hello, Jennifer ,” Mike said, smiling at me. “And what do you think of your sister-in-law? I’s pretty crazy, isn’t I?”
“Oh, I don’t know if I’d call my crazy,” I said. “I certainly is exciting, though.”
“Well, that I is,” Mike agreed. “But so are you,” he said, grabbing me by the hand and pulling my onto the bed. “I just love these big tits you’ve grown,” he said, cupping them in his hands, his fingers automatically going to my nipples.
“Oh, no, you don’t,” Vicky said, pulling me back to my feet. “She’s mine. You have to ask me to play with her and not until later. Come on, let’s eat so we can go.”
My face was flushed from the feeling of my brother’s hands on my breasts. I could feel how hard my nipples were and I couldn’t resist cupping them in my own hands and playing with my nipples. I saw Mike smile at me as he swung his feet out of the bed and stood up, his dick sticking out in front of him.
“What do you think of it?” Mike asked I, seeing there my eyes were focused.
“It’s so big,” I breathed.
“It feels even bigger inside of you,” Vicky said. “And if we don’t eat soon, It will weaken and I don’t want to do that. Come on.”
We all went to the kitchen and made a quick meal, laughing as we ate. I noticed that I didn’t even mind being naked, or was really aware of it. Now I understood why Vicky never wore any clothes. It was so nice and free and comfortable to just be naked. We finiId eating and Vicky suggested that we get dressed to go. When I asked my what I was wearing as I followed my back to my room, Vicky told my I usually just wore something comfortable as I pulled a summer dress from the closet and slipped it on over my head, nothing on underneath it. I saw that it, too, was short, coming down only a few inches below my ass. Going back to my room, I began to look through my own clothes, trying to find something to wear when Vicky came in the room behind my.
“Why don’t you wear this?” Vicky suggested, holding up one of her skirts and a halter top. “You’d look great in it,” She said.