Players need sex, too! A player finds many women to fulfill his needs.new to swinging he discovers a whole new world of sexual pleasures and encounters. Excerpt: I looked up and saw a woman entering the living room. She was younger than Kenneth Hill by at least ten years. She had long dark hair and a tall, somewhat thin body. Her shape was excellent, and she had a pair of firm, full breasts. She was wearing a printed blouse and a short blue mini skirt. "Ah," said Hill, standing up. "We've been wondering where you were." "I couldn't get him back to sleep," she explained. She looked at me, a full, searching look. "Is this our guest for the night?" she said. Her lips were full and sensual, covered with a dully glistening film of wetness. "Dear, this is Allen-" "Dawson," I helped. "Allen Dawson. I spoke to you last week, you remember. About your ad." She smiled and I could see her teeth. She licked her lips with her tongue. "Oh yes, I remember your call, Allen. I've been looking forward to meeting you." There was an awkward silence, and I didn't know how to fill it. I still wasn't used to the situation and the frank honesty with which they were discussing it. "I've been looking forward to meeting you, too," I said finally. I felt my face color at the same time that I felt my hard-on stretch another inch or two. "Let me get you a drink, dear," Hill said to his wife. He got up and walked towards the bar. I could see the bulging trace of an erection poking through his pants as he walked. He made no effort to hide it. "Your usual?" "Yes, dear," she answered. She walked fully into the room and joined me on the couch, sitting at the other end. I felt the swell of the cushion under her weight as she sat down, and I could smell the faintest trace of her perfume wafting across the small distance that separated us. For the first time I noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra, and I saw the pinched tips of her nipples scraping across the print pattern of the blouse. "Why don't you take your jacket off and loosen your tie," she said. I looked up from her breasts and saw that she was looking right at me. She smiled and I realized that she knew I had been staring at her breasts.