In spite of the warmness of the April night, Sue Enderle shivered slightly as she drove through the quiet suburban streets. Although she had been sexually active for all of her adult life and thought of herself as experienced, she had never been to a swingers party before. The idea of group sex--of shedding her inhibitions and her clothing in a room full of other people--both excited and frightened her. At least they wouldn't all be strangers. Alan Davis, the man she had been dating since her husband had walked out a year ago, had arranged her invitation to the group, and she knew one other couple, Betty and Fred Norris, who were members--although before last week she had had no idea they were into the swinging scene. She turned her small car off the tree-lined street and into the driveway of the two-story farm house at the address Alan had given her. With relief she recognized his car, and his lean, handsome body leaning against it, waiting for her in the evening shadows by the pool. Taking a deep breath and forcing a smile, she turned off the ignition and slid out of the car. "Hi, beautiful," Alan said, smiling. As he kissed her lightly, his hand slid over her shoulder, down her back, and across the sweet curve of her ass. "Hello", she replied, returning the kiss and trying unsuccessfully to keep her voice from trembling. "Nervous?" Alan asked. Sue nodded silently. "Don't worry," he said, "we all are, at first. Tonight will be the greatest night of your life." Sue leaned into his warm hug, feeling her breasts crush against his chest. She was grateful for his sensitivity, and for the tenderness that made him such an exciting lover. The first time they had made love, he had brought her slowly to the kind of moaning, thrashing orgasm she had never been able to achieve with her ex-husband. Arm in arm, they walked toward the back door of the house. As they went up the steps, the door opened and a small, pretty, dark-haired woman in a black silk dress greeted them. "Hello, Alan, darling," she said smiling and holding out her cheek for his kiss. "And you must be Sue. I'm Ginny Frost, your hostess. Well, Alan didn't exaggerate. You really are beautiful." Sue blushed. "Thank you," she said. "You certainly have a lovely home." Ginny smiled mischievously. "Well, it does have certain advantages. The yard is large, and the neighbors are far enough away that noise is no problem. And with the high fence all the way around, there's plenty of privacy. When the weather's warmer, we sometimes have our little--parties--outdoors." Sue shivered at the picture that went through her mind--beautiful couples, naked, around the pool and on the lawn, stroking, kissing, fondling...She felt the beginning of moistness deep inside her. "Well, come on in, dear," smiled Ginny. Sue knew her hostess hadn't overlooked her growing excitement. "No one's here yet except my husband George." She led Sue and Alan into the large open living room where a dark, heavy-set man was bending over the fireplace. "George, dear, meet our newest member." The man straightened and turned toward them, smiling warmly. "Welcome," he said, stepping over to take both Sue's hands in his. His eyes sparkled as they slid down her slim body, taking in the soft white wool sweater and skirt and the black high heels. Sue murmured some ordinary polite words. She couldn't help wondering what his body was like beneath the dark blue golf shirt and slacks. Surely her host was one of the men she would be expected to have sex with during the evening. Did his thick, powerful body mean his cock would be the same? Was the hair on the rest of his body the same dark wiry curls as the hair on his head? Again she felt her excitement rising, and a growing wetness. The doorbell rang, and Ginny moved to answer it. Betty and Fred, who Sue knew, came in, laughing at some joke, along with another couple, both blonde and Nordic looking. As George started to serve drinks, Betty introduced Sue to the new couple, Kim and Phil Nordstrom, and to two more couples who came in right behind them. All the men--and several of the women--gave Sue's figure frank looks and warm smiles of admiration. She returned their warm looks with growing excitement, sipping her glass of white wine as the group flowed around her, exchanging kisses and greetings with each other. There were seven couples in all, and Sue saw that while they were all attractive, there was a variety of types. Tall, lean Alan; thick, forceful George; broad-chested blond Phil; Rod, with curly red hair and glasses. Sue realized that they were all attractive and sexy in their different ways. And the women! All lovely, all able to arouse a man--but the variety! A buxom blonde, a perky pixieish redhead with lemon-sized breasts under a satin tank-top, a raven-haired goddess with dark eyes and a forty-two-inch chest, a schoolgirl-cute ash blonde with a friendly giggle. As with the men, all different, but all the same in their sexual attractiveness. Sue fought back worries that her charms might not measure up. When everyone had been served and said their hellos, Ginny Frost moved to the fireplace and tapped on her glass for attention. "Well everyone," she said smiling, "as you can see we have a new member tonight, and we're all looking forward to knowing her better." "Much, much better," growled one of the men in the back of the room, to general laughter. Sue blushed, but tried to keep smiling, seeing the friendly faces around her. Her sexual excitement was growing as she realized how at ease she felt with these people--a little afraid, yet safe, feeling that perhaps the adventure before her tonight really would be a high point in her life. "Well, since Sue is new, she'll go through the welcoming process just the same as all of us," said Ginny. "Sue, are you ready?" "I...I guess so," stammered Sue, who had no idea what might be coming. She glanced at the group and caught Alan's eye. He smiled comfortably, winked, and suddenly Sue knew that whatever happened, she was in good hands. "Yes, I'm ready." George Frost stepped out into the group with a large brandy snifter containing small pieces of paper. The guests began reaching in and drawing out pieces, opening them, and looking back and forth at Sue and each other. Ginny took a black strip of satin from the mantelpiece and stepped behind Sue. "First, we put this on." She slipped the cloth over Sue's eyes, and suddenly Sue was completely blindfolded. She could hear the murmurs of conversation, feel the warmth of the fire behind her, but could see nothing. More and more, she could feel her own heartbeat, hear her own rapid breathing, as she began to understand what was in store. Ginny Frost's voice said, "OK, let's begin. Who has number one?" The group fell silent, and Sue felt, rather than heard, someone step up to her.