Last weekend Laurie invited Carlita over to Veronica's where a few of us would see if she could pass our test and be accepted in our secret group. Lau...rie, Erica, Veronica and myself played along with Laurie's bullshit idea of an initiation and grilled the young lady with several random questions, and a series of embarrassing tasks. Obviously, most of the questions took on a sexual theme, and some were just designed to see what type of information she was willing to tell about herself."When was. They encouraged them whenever they patted theirhair, held their faces between both hands, or ran their fingers downtheir bare chests. There was one more unprompted hug and kiss beforethey were in the bedroom. The girls produced items they had purchasedfor this occasion, two shiny crimson shopping bags full of them. Theyhanded each guy a pair of satiny panties and mentioned how much theywould be stimulated by running them lightly over their already stiffnipples. First they did it to. So it was that given a clear choice between punishment and nopunishment I should gladly have chosen the former, if that's what theLady wanted, but given a choice between two unknowns, two _potentials_,with no method of discerning the outcome of either, I was abandoned intoa state of utter bewilderment, a state of chaos, of ruthless despair,and my misery was made obvious to me, and I wept. I wept when I was beaten and when I was not beaten; the differencebetween the two was lost on me. Either. Laura said she could recommend the perfect thing but wasn’t sure I was up for it. I told her that after nineteen years of marriage we were ready to try almost anything.” Wendy and Laura grinned at each other. “That’s right, Tom,” Laura said, “I’ve offered myself to be the something ‘different’ for your anniversary. Jack and I are swingers. We know it’s not everyone’s lifestyle preference so we tend to keep it secret from our neighbors. Jack is out of town right now, but I called him.