In the heat of last night’s passion we had removed all of our clothes in her living room so I had no choice but to run down the stairs naked to retr...ieve my clothing. As I found my shirt and trousers from where they had been flung in our excitement I had the feeling that I was being watched. I looked up to see a woman roughly the same age as Rachael watching me through the patio door glass. I couldn’t find my socks or one shoe so I made a dash into the kitchen with what I had to get dressed.I. There was a hand on her thigh and then pressure like another hand on the other. Then the pressure of the hands disappeared. They had been smaller, softer hands than the ones that now were kneading and tormenting her breasts. Then she felt long soft hair flip past her thigh and she imagined a woman kneeling between her open thighs. As if to confirm her fears, the lengths of two forearms being pressed against the inside and top of either thigh made the reality all the more stark. A hand moved. We were also very nervous. What if Tom and Sylvia shunned us? What if we were actually not OK with being swingers? What if seeing our spouse with another person brought feelings of jealousy? We drank a toast together, and determined that if we were not OK with swinging we would use the code phrase “I’m very cold.” That would tell the other spouse to stop swinging, that one of us was not OK with being a swinger.With that, the doorbell rang and my heart jumped as I realized we were about to try. Beth turned around and looked me over, smiling. She didn't say anythingfor a minute; she just kept her eyes on me."That's very nice, Loren. Put some make-up on and you'll be a fetchingyoung lady," she said, at last.So I sat down by the vanity."You're kind of like an 11 or 12 year old girl. You don't really knowanything about make-up yet, and you need to experiment to find out whatyou're really comfortable with. Some types of stuff will just feel morenatural for you to work with. But for now,.