Rusty Beard - Married And Swinging

Heidi drew appreciative looks as she strolled down the path in the park.

She deserved them. She was a gorgeous young brunette with curves that would make a Grand Prix driver dizzy, a ton of long, naturally wavy brown hair highlighted with glints of auburn, bright, expressive brown eyes and an abundance of jiggly flesh on her chest.

She went to her usual bench and sat down and crossed her legs. Her legs drew more appreciative looks, and she smiled shyly, a tad embarrassed by the attention. She took her sandwich and cup of yogurt and cup of black coffee out of the brown paper bag and spread it on the bench and had just taken a bite from her sandwich when Traci joined her.

Their friendship went back a long way, to middle school, and they met for lunch in the park every day the weather permitted. Traci was a beautiful blonde with mischievous blue eyes that mirrored her personality and nearly as many curves as Heidi.

"Hi, babe," Traci said, "what's a foxy chick like you doing out here all alone?"

Heidi smiled shyly again. "Stop it, Traci, you embarrass me."

"You always were a little tight in the ass," Traci laughed, "but I love you anyway. If you've got it, flaunt it, I always say, and baby, you've really got it." She spread her lunch out on the bench by Heidi's and started eating. "You don't look like you're flaunting it right now, though, honey. In fact, you look downright melancholy."

"The company is downsizing," Heidi replied. "I made the cut, but I've got twice as much work as I had before. David keeps telling me that I don't have to work, and I just might tell my boss to take his damn job and shove it."

"Gordy's been after me to quit too, and I'm thinking about it seriously. I'd love to kick back and just be a wild party babe."

"I don't know how to be a party babe," Heidi said, "and I can't quit yet. I need the money to get David a birthday present. It's his first one since we married, and I want to make it special."

"Give him yourself," Traci said.

"That isn't special. The newness hasn't worn off, and he has me any time he wants me; I was a little afraid that marrying an older man wouldn't work out."

"Older?" Traci lifted one eyebrow and snorted softly. "Thirty isn't old, honey."

"Well, not really I guess, but he's eight years older, and when I first met him, he seemed old. Gordy is only three years older than you, and I guess I thought that I shouldn't marry a guy as old as David."

"Well, it's good to hear that the newness hasn't worn off, but it's been only six months, and you've got to make sure it doesn't. The only thing worse than a dull sex life is no sex life at all."

"You and Gordy have been married two years, and from what you've told me, the newness hasn't worn off for you. How do you keep his interest level high?"

"We both work at it, honey. Marriage is a two-way street, and the moment you lose interest, it gets filled with potholes. Having intimate friends and outside interests help. Personally, I think couples who turn their attention inward are making a serious mistake."

"You're giving me all these pearls of wisdom, but you aren't helping me figure out what to get David for his birthday. Giving him something he has all the time isn't special."

"You've got to make it special, honey," Traci said. "Dress up in something scandalous and give him something he doesn't usually ask for."

"Like what? I blow him, and we're always doing it in different positions."

"You'll think of something," Traci said, "or simply ask him. The worst that could happen is that he'd want to stick his dick up your butt."

"He's never even hinted at wanting to do it that way, but if he asked, I guess I could grit my teeth and let him."

"It isn't as hard as you might think," Traci said. "Gordy gives it me that way two or three times a month. Is David submissive?"

"If he is, I've never seen any signs of it."

"Then you must be," Traci said.

"Well, I try to do things to please him, but I don't think I'm submissive. I mean, I don't crawl around and ask him to whip me, or anything like that."

"There are different ways of being submissive, honey. In any intimate relationship, one partner is submissive and one is dominant, and the dominant one sets the tone. You might change around now and then, but your true roles are pretty obvious, if you think about it, and you always go back to them."

"I've never thought about it," Heidi said. "What do you mean, dress up in something outrageous?'

"Scandalous, I said," Traci laughed, "but it comes down to the same thing. Leather is good. Rubber is okay, but it's hot as hell and you always sweat, then it's a bitch to get out of."

"Sounds like the voice of experience," Heidi said dryly.

"At one time or another, honey, I've tried it all. Gordy is the submissive one in our relationship. We always avoid pain, but sometimes I spank his ass or tie him up and ravish him and pretend that I'm not going to let him cum, just mild things that don't abuse or degrade anybody."

"You're more adventurous than I am."

"Sometimes, honey, you've just got to take off your panties and go for it, or life will zip right by and leave you standing in the middle of nowhere."

"Another pearl of wisdom," Heidi laughed.

Traci got a dreamy look on her face. "I like pearls. When you blow David, does he fill your mouth with pearls?"

"Plenty. Maybe I could try a leather outfit, but I don't have any idea where to get one."

"Come over after work and try on some of my outfits," Traci said nonchalantly. "Your tits are bigger than mine, but otherwise we're about the same size. I've got several that leave your fits bare anyway, so you can find something that will work."

Heidi looked at her old friend, her face serious, and arched one eyebrow slightly. "I've known you half of my life, and suddenly I feel like I don't know you at all."

Traci gave Heidi a dazzling smile that had just a hint of mischievousness in it. "You were always the serious one and I was always the scatterbrained one. I'm sure you know, but I've never come right out and told you that I would have never graduated from high school if you hadn't helped me. Well, now it's payback time, and I want to show you how to loosen your sphincter and get some fun out of life."

"That sounds ominous," Heidi said quietly.

"Oh, it's anything but, honey," Traci laughed. "I'm always cooking up surprises for Gordy that's one way to keep a man's interest level high-so don't be shocked if I hatch up a few for you. You're real intelligent, honey, but you aren't at all smart about life and having fun."

Heidi hid in the bathroom and tried on Traci's lewd leather outfit several times, and by Friday, she was ready to face David in it.

She put the outfit on in the bathroom and sauntered into the bedroom, trying to act a lot more composed than she felt. Little did she know that her life was about to take an abrupt turn. If she had, she might not have had the courage to do something so out of the ordinary, but the moment she walked through the bathroom door that became a moot point.

"Happy birthday, darling," she said timorously, took a deep breath and put on a bright smile and continued. "I couldn't think of anything to buy you, so I'm giving you me, as your sex slave for a week."

She was wearing a leather bra that was only leather straps circling her breasts and a matching collar, both accented with lightweight silver chains and heavy studs, a black leather garter belt appointed with silver chains-a little thicker than those on the bra-that draped over her belly and hips, black seamed stockings, black patent leather pumps with five inch spike heels, and a wide red ribbon around her waist with a big flamboyant bow over her navel.