We'd only been married a short time and had gone on vacation, but because of bad weather decided to cut our trip short and come home early. We tried calling my dad to let him know we were back because he'd been coming over to bring in our mail and feed the cat, but only got his answering machine. It was in the seventies well before cell phones, but we left the message figuring that would be enough because he'd obviously already been by earlier that day. Only being eighteen and only being married less than a year we were still always horny so after getting settled in Lynn came into the room in one of her sexy garter belt & stocking outfits. She was the sexiest girl I'd ever seen at 5-8, 120, 34DD-24-35 with long red hair & matching bush. She'd painted her nails red and put on matching red lipstick we'd jokingly called prostitute red, along with dark eye-liner. It gave her a slutty look that drove me wild. And it was a look we knew would shock most people who knew us. We were brought up in a small ultra-conservative town, and Lynn being the local preachers daughter had always had to dress in ways to hide her sexy curves, wear her beautiful long hair pulled up, and could never wear make-up. The only people in our little town who'd ever seen this side of her was some of my friends we'd had threesomes with and couples we'd swapped with, as we'd gotten into swinging soon after getting married.