?I thought you’d never ask? she replied, beaming. She added, ?You do know it’s rude to stare?. I blushed as I paid the barman a small fortune for ...nother glass of champagne. She had a rich, cultivated accent. I couldn’t place it, but I guessed it was the result of education rather than social class. Her beauty was equally difficult to place; dark almond shaped eyes suggested an Arabic heritage, but her skin was pale and translucent.We made small talk for the longest five minutes of my life.. "Will you lift up your dress and show them your tanlines?" I just did what she asked me to.I lifted yp my skirt so they could see my thong tanlines. Sophie told me to arch my back. So I did. She old me to spread my legs a bit. So I did."Not bad. Not bad at all!" I heard Ken say. And he smacked my ass. Under normal circumstances, I would've said thanks, cause my ass is spectacular. All I could do now was moan a bit in shock. I heard Sophie say "I think he liked that." with a chuckle.The turned. We wanted to get them rather drunk, and then play a porno movie in our living room, inviting them to watch. Our plan was for us to start having sex in front of them, to see if they would start having sex between them. If they did, we would then suggest that perhaps we should try swapping partners, becoming the real-life swingers we fantasized about. The night of the swinger party we were both excited beyond belief. We were also very nervous. What if Tom and Sylvia shunned us? What if we were. While we were they talking it hadn’t escaped me that they were stealing quick looks at my tits when they thought I wasn’t taking any notice. I must admit you couldn’t miss them as I had quite a tight blouse on along with a black pencil skirt and black seamed stockings and high heels, my usual working type clothes. ‘Well it’s been nice but I must be going,’ I said ‘Let us escort you home, it’s quite late and you’re a female on your own,’ Tom relied Was this bloke for real? ‘I know what.