Chapter 11: Swinging Details and More

Sitting around the dinner table, the girls had just asked their mom and dad how they got started in swinging, and how the really met many years earlier. The question came on the heels of the confession by their parents that they had been sexually-involved with others for well over two decades. Jean indicated that her husband should start with his account of things, and that she’d follow.

Dave’s Story

“I had just turned twenty-two, I had a one-year-old child, Sheila, and also a freshly signed divorce decree. My ex-wife had decided after two years of marriage that the institution was too constrictive; she wanted her freedom. Freedom didn’t include the two of us.

“Later, she admitted that she wanted to screw around with some friends and didn’t want to feel the guilt from violating our vows. I was unbelievably naïve at the time, so I went with the flow and we ended the marriage. Gwen went on to become the town slut, and we even kept screwing around after we separated.

“My friend Tommy Homdel cornered me one Friday as I got off work. I recall it was the first warm night of summer. ‘Dave, old buddy, I need you to do something with me this weekend that I promise you won’t regret.’

“What’s that?” I said.

“I’ve been invited to a swingers’ party and I don’t want to go alone. I won’t know anybody there other than the one gal that invited me. You’d think that’d be enough, but I want a wingman. It starts tonight and ends Sunday at noon.”

“Swingers?”

“Tommy told me bluntly, ‘It’s a fuck fest. Sonja, the girl that invited me, promised there will be more chicks than guys, and I think just about everybody is single. You’re ideal, and this would help you get back on the dating circuit.’

“Tommy was persuasive, but by then I hadn’t been laid for a month and the idea of an idle fuck sounded pretty good. I said I’d go, but only after he promised to cover the admission fee of fifty dollars to defray the cost of booze, food, and condoms.

“I laughed later. It was the best fifty dollars Tommy spent on me. We were no sooner in the door, than I met Sonja. She latched onto me, and we were screwing ten minutes later. Heck, all around us, people were screwing or girls were doing each other. My mind clogged up, but I realized I’d better pace myself since this was an all-weekend party. I worked to bring Sonja to a happy place, and then we ended our liaison for the time being.

“My pecker was standing out straight and coated in her juices. I realized we’d gone bare back. Around the various rooms in this house were bowls full of condoms. I parked my clothing in a safe spot, and went looking for something to drink and that’s when I met Jean.”

Jean’s Story

“I was standing by a long table that served as an open bar, mostly beer and wine. This handsome guy walks up next to me; only his dick arrived about a minute or so before he did. We were both naked, and had both come fresh from fucking someone else. I’d even watched him with Sonja and thought he was worth a try. I looked up from his impressive equipment, wet from pussy juice, and fell in love as soon as I looked into his eyes. I knew, just knew we were destined to be together.

“Dave nodded to me and introduced himself. I tried to play coy, but Dave didn’t do shy and helpless female. After he got his glass of wine, he walked away and I lost him. I got propositioned and went off with another guy. I think I had another fuck after that, and then I was back at the bar and the food table for some nourishment and to replenish body fluids.

“Dave was there again, only this time, he was ... well, let’s say not ready for action. I said hello, and this time decided not to play coy. I asked him if he wanted to get together. In those few seconds he looked deep into my eyes. There was a long silence between us, almost as though we were connecting on some ethereal level or soul mate level.

“After our silence, he brought tears to my eyes. He said, “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more in my life.” We moved to each other and kissed, our nude bodies pressing together. It was so exciting.

“We hung out together for a while, even went and sat on a front porch swing watching the cars go by, although we were in the shadows and completely naked. We snacked together and finished our drinks, and then we went off and found a bedroom and made love – and, oh, it was love. L. O. V. E. Love in big capital letters.

“By the time we finished, it was well past midnight. The house had gotten amazingly quiet. I think many people had coupled up for the night, and I know a few left to come back the next day. Anyway, Dave and I slept in each other’s arms that night.

“I’d gotten my divorce decree in the week before. Fran was with her father for the weekend, the same way Sheila was with Gwen. I felt like I was free and available for the first time in over two years. I’d resolved to get myself fucked eight ways from Sunday at the party to make up for years of abuse and a dry spell after things in my first marriage really went bad. A friend heard my wish and invited me to the party, and I was doing pretty well on making good on the promises I’d made myself up and dressed to become Super-Slut for the night.

“The next morning, we got up and both of us helped prepare a large breakfast for everyone in the house. People were there in all sorts of dress from nude to coat and tie. It was surreal.

“I was standing around after breakfast talking to Dave when a guy I didn’t know came and asked me to go off with him for some ‘morning fun.’ Dave seemed to know the man, Tommy Homdel, and he urged me to go play, and so I did. I learned later that at the same time Dave had some fun with two women who wanted to play in a threesome.”

“I had a couple of other liaisons, and then in mid-afternoon I found Dave again. It turned out he’d been looking for me. I was so flattered. He asked if we could exchange phone numbers because he wanted to ask me on a ‘real’ date sometime very soon. I told him I’d love to go with him, and we traded little slips of paper with numbers. I watched while he went and tucked the paper into his shirt pocket. Of course, we were still naked at the time.”

Dave and I talked some more, and then agreed that we’d continue to have fun with others at the party, but meet up around ten o’clock that evening to make love and sleep together again, and so that’s what we did. I remember reminding him to save something for me, and he promised. I guess you have a lot of stamina at age, because when we got together he made love to me twice, and then again in the middle of the night.”

“I moved in with Dave a week later after we’d spent every week night in each other’s arms. I think we both just knew we were destined for each other as soon as we met. Dave even had to care for Sheila that week, but that gave me a chance to see how caring and tender he could be with a toddler. This was the guy for me, and he could make love like Casanova. Of course, we talked about what our life together would be like, especially with me bringing another baby into our midst.”

“Going to that party set the stage for our dating, courtship, and marriage. We never gave up swinging. We liked the occasional variety and the fun of ‘strange.’ Those parties went on every month, and in those days it was rare that we missed one. I even met Dave’s ex-wife Gwen at one of them. I’d come to think of her as an ogre, but she was a nice woman and we hit it off. She was really a dyed-in-the-wool nymphomaniac. That was good, because as Dave and I got closer and then married, she and I had to interact to handoff Sheila for various events or time with the other parent. Heck, we even teamed up and did Dave a few times just for fun. We still see her from time to time, and many times she’s spent the night in our bed.”

“We developed some good friends in the area from those parties, people that we came to love and spend a lot of time with over the years. We’d bow out now and then for various reasons, for instance, when I got well into my pregnancy with Ally and then into her first year, but we were drawn back in by the lifestyle.”

“Now that we’re older we continue but with friends closer to our own age, some of the same people that were at that original swing party where we met at are still involved plus new ones. We’ve gotten chunkier, a few have potbellies, things are sagging and drooping, and our performance often leaves something to be wished for. We still have fun. The parties are still monthly. In between we often get together with some of our dear friends – just one or two couples at a time. It’s less hectic this way.”

Back to Steve Telling the Story

Fran, Sheila, Ally, and I had paid rapt attention as the two older Henson’s regaled us over dinner about how they met and their early swinging adventures. I was spellbound, yet also found their descriptions arousing when I thought of what the parties they’d gone to were like.