Swinging, I think, would turn me on but Toni -- although not being a prude -- is too much of an introvert. When I mentioned it, he just grinned and asked, "Ingeborg, have you somebody in mind?".
When I answered, "Nobody", it ended our discussion.
Now, suddenly, the situation has changed.
It did without my doing but by a lot of luckily connected circumstances. They made our swinging all the sweeter and more exciting for us.
Bruno, a friend of ours, broke his thigh close to his hip joint in a skiing accident.
He and Toni, my husband, had in the past both been top-class local skiers. Never quite good enough for the national team, they competed not only in local championships in Salzburg and Carinthia but also in towns in neighbouring, previous Eastern Block, countries.
There they were, as rare Western competitors in their local championships, welcomed and celebrated. More so by women competing for their attention than their male rivals competing on the piste.
Bruno exploited the sexual opportunities to the hilt. And Toni became -- in fucking no longer in competition with him -- his trusted and participating wingman.
Although I never told Toni, I also shared a sexual experience with Bruno.
At a local carnival ball, I had no boyfriend then and came with Kate, Bruno decided to seduce me. After a night of dancing, kissing, groping, and sexy whispers, I joined him in his car.
Was it the drink or the sobering morning cold, he could not get it up. His cock failed him. He was angry, and I never even got to suck his cock.
I had known and fancied Bruno for years. Disappointed, I went home unfucked.
Was it coincidence or fate? Soon after, Bruno returned from a late-season race in Slovenia with Hana. She was a slinky, sexy young woman. They married in the spring.
I thought I would hate Hana but when we met before her wedding, we liked each other immediately. Over the five years since then, Hana has become my best friend.
So, with Bruno laid low, housebound, with his leg in plaster up to his hip, it was natural for Toni and me to step in. As he was heartily sick of watching TV, we came twice a week to play cards.
And to spice up the evening, I always bought some special delicatessen and Toni hunted down an unusual drink.
But as we quickly got bored with playing cards for just beans -- as friends we would not play for money -- some more spicing-up was required.
Not surprisingly, Bruno, grinning conspiratorily at Toni, suggested we should play Strip Poker.
I, momentarily stunned, looked at Hana. She just smiled and gave me a wink.
During the rest of the evening, the men taught Hana and me the rules of the game. With much laughter and bantering we finished up with a trial game. Toni kept score. When the game finished, he told me that if we had to pay now, I would be down to my panties and Bruno would be naked.
It made Hana cheer. The decision if we would play such a naughty game, we left for next time.
Toni and I did not further discuss it. I was dead keen on the idea but would not have liked to admit it. And Toni seemed cool about me getting stripped to my panties.
When we turned up for our next visit, you could cut the tension in their living room with a knife.
Bruno was set up on the sofa and on the table before him were the cards and a beaker. After we had settled in our chairs around the table with our welcoming drinks, Bruno cut quickly to the chase:
"According to the rules, we must answer two questions. We'll have two kinds of beans. If you put a dark one in the beaker your answer is No, with a light one it's Yes. Clear?"
Hana had put the mentioned beans in front of us and looked now questioningly at Bruno.
"Are you ready to play a game that may strip you naked? Yes, or No?" he intoned.
We selected our coloured beans and dropped them in the beaker. Hana gave it a shake and dramatically tipped four light-coloured beans on the table.
"The game will be played!" Bruno declared.
"The second question is how naked we will be. We start with the ultimate. Will we play till we are naked? Yes, or No?"
After a, perhaps, put-on moment of hesitation from Toni, four light-coloured beans were on the table.
Even though we all knew the likely outcome, once the games started, each one of us played differently.
