A young couple, new to swinging, fly out to Las Vegas to realize a long-time fantasy. They revel in the freedom and sexual intensity of a swing convention.

The distant desert shimmered and danced in the scorching heat, but as our plane touched down in Las Vegas, my hands and feet were ice cold. Even my nipples were hard and making themselves evident through my thin, gauzy top. I stood up and nervously adjusted my red leather miniskirt, pulling it down a few millimeters. Jeff, my husband of three months, looked over at me and grinned. Throwing an arm around me, he pulled me close for a big hug. “It’ll be great,” he reassured me. This calmed my nerves a bit, but I was still a little shaky. No wonder. We were in Las Vegas to attend our first swing convention, one of the biggest in the world.

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