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Landlady (swingers)
by Deirdre (c) 1995

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It was a really nice upstairs flat. The woman who was looking for a 
roommate was a cool customer, but I could see she kept the place neat 
and tidy and she seemed like the type of roommate who would be no 
trouble at all. I decided to go for it, and moved in. I figured that 
Leslie, my roommate, would loosen up after a few days, but after two 
weeks she was still very cool and I began to wonder. After the first 
couple of days, she never said anything unless she specifically wanted 
something. If our eyes met, she would give me a vague smile, then go 
about her business. 

Most of the time, she just silently went through the motions of life: 
she would get up, shower, get dressed, make her own breakfast, eat, wash 
her breakfast dishes, and go to work, all without a wasted minute or 
word. Evenings when she got home from work were similar. 

I never saw her watch TV or go out on a date even though she was tall, 
slender and blonde and had this look about her that I'm sure would make 
men think she was the classiest woman they ever met. Some evenings she 
would go to her room and sometimes I think she went out. After a month, 
I was beginning to feel strange about Leslie and wondering if it had 
really been a good idea to room with her. It would be nice to have 
someone to talk to at home. I had talked with our landlady a couple of 
times and she was very friendly. 

Her name was Sandy and she and her husband lived in the flat downstairs 
and I often saw them when I was going out or coming in. She would always 
say hi, and we struck up conversations a couple of times. Then one 
Saturday, she asked me if I'd like to go shopping with her. I felt a 
little silly at how excited I got inside--I felt this is what I would 
like from a roommate: go shopping together; talk and gossip. We got to 
the mall and ate lunch at the food court and talked. Sandy was so easy 
to talk to compared to Leslie. 

Then we browsed the shops, trying on clothes and occasionally buying. I 
ended up buying some designer jeans and a sexy halter-top, of all 
things. It isn't what I usually buy, but somehow Sandy talked me into 
it. She said it was perfect for a wild night on the town. Sandy bought a 
couple of blouses and we went home. When we got back, Sandy insisted 
that I come in and we try on our purchases again. She got us beers, and 
I got in the jeans and halter. She insisted I let out my hair, and gave 
me a pair of heels to try on with them. I must admit, I was something to 
see in that mirror: 

I don't know how she convinced me to get that outfit. But Sandy was 
ecstatic. She insisted that this was exactly the outfit that I needed. 
She put some dance music on, and insisted I try dancing in it. It took 
me a little while to get used to dancing in such high heels, but I got a 
little bit better after a few minutes. She said I'd have men begging at 
my feet when they saw me like this, that I had a body men would kill for 
and said I could easily make my living as an exotic dancer if I had to. 

I was doubting her, but secretly I was excited about what this might do 
for my love life. Then she suggested that I try a little striptease. I 
must have looked at her funny, because she went on to say that I'd be 
good at it and it could come in handy in my own bedroom when I was 
trying to make amen feel *real* good. She also said she'd like to see 
what I would look like as an exotic dancer. 

I began to wonder about her: did her husband take her to strip joints? 
And she didn't mind going? But she convinced me to try, and insisted 
that I try taking off the jeans while dancing. I probably would have 
taken the halter off first, but she was insistent. Well, I took them 
off, and she looked so pleased. She said men would just die. 

She told me to dance in the high heels in just the halter-top. Well, I 
did it, and the truth is I did feel really sexy and felt like I could 
have any man going. I don't know how long I danced like that, but after 
a while, she said she heard her husband coming in and I quickly got the 
jeans on again. Well we met her husband Mike in their living room, and 
Sandy immediately wanted me to show him how I danced. 

She was asking Mike's opinion and getting him to say that men would fall 
all over me. I just kind of basked in the glow. Then she asked me to 
strip off my jeans again. She was telling Mike how he just had to see 
this. But I just couldn't do it--not in front of Mike; and it was 
horribly embarrassing having Sandy suggested it like that. 

I did my best to excuse myself and went upstairs right away, wondering 
what was going on. When I got away from them, it struck me as really 
weird that Sandy wanted me to do all that. Was she Lesbian? And I was 
weird to have gone along with it as much as I did. I felt really 
uncomfortable about Sandy, and felt a little loss that I thought I had 
found a kindred spirit. Was it true that she just wanted Mike to see the 
show I had put on for her before? It seemed nice that they were so 
comfortable with each other that she could do something like that 
without feeling jealousy. Or were they...well, I couldn't think about 
it. I wished I knew that it was all innocent. 

That night, I had no date and ended up going to bed fairly early. Then I 
heard the sound of high heels walking and going down the backstairs. 
Curiosity made me get up to investigate. I found the door to the back 
stairs open, and in my nightgown, robe, and bare feet, I went 
downstairs. I could hear the TV running, and occasional talking. 

I crept to the living room, and peeked in. There were no lights on 
except the TV, which was playing some television movie. Leslie was on 
the floor, on her hands and knees, in heels and a halter, and nothing 
else! She was between Mike's legs and was obviously sucking his cock. 

Mike was dressed, and watching TV as was Sandy who was sitting in 
another chair! I just stood there and stared. Leslie just stayed in the 
same position, working her head. Her body was so long and smooth. 

I couldn't believe she would do such a thing. I heard Mike breath a 
little harder, hissing through his teeth, and it was obvious that he had 
come. Leslie still had her head around his cock and was obviously 
swallowing. Then after a minute, she backed out, crawled to Sandy, and 
put her head under Sandy's skirt. Sandy grabbed the back of her head 
through the skirt and obviously was pulling her head right into her 
crotch.

"Well, we almost had the other bitch." I couldn't believe what Sandy was 
saying. "We'll get her next time."

I just stared as Leslie obviously licked her cunt. What a sexy body she 
had. Then I crept upstairs, and went back to bed. 

That image of Leslie, naked on her knees, stayed in my head, and I 
masturbated for hours.
