Chapter 8: Discovery

One night after our first round of lovemaking in my large bed, Joan asked for more details about when Julie and I had been swingers. I gave her a few of the details as I remembered them. Fifteen years or more had passed since we had done that.

She asked, “Would you ever consider such a thing today?”

I thought about it and said, “Yes, I think so. What prompted that question? Are you considering something we should talk about?”

“Maybe. One of my close friends at work confided in me that she was a swinger – she and her husband. Once a month they have a club with some like-minded friends. They meet on a Saturday night, have a small party, enjoy a few rounds of sex with others, and then head home. She said it was a lot of erotic fun and just the thing for oversexed people like you and me. I’ve said little to her except about how horny I was all the time and that you and I were compatible.”

I could tell Joan was bursting with curiosity. I speculated, “And you’d like to attend one of their parties?”

“Could we?” A tone of scandalous excitement was in her short response. Her more neutral look broke into a broad grin on anticipation. She really wanted this.

I laughed, “Set it up. Let’s see what this is like. I’ve always been curious about what swinging is like these days, and there are no end of erotic stories on various websites about clubs and first times and such. They’re all pretty hot. I assume everyone practices safe sex?”

Joan bounced around in excitement, “Yes, they do. We have to bring proof of recent tests with us or show it ahead of time to someone. I’ll get more details on that from Barbara. Oh, this is so exciting.”

Misty asked, “Can we all go; all five of us?”

Joan shook her head. “My friend didn’t say, but I’m sure they don’t want underage participants. There’d be too much at risk, especially since some of the people in the club are well known in town. If someone found out there be reputations smeared from one end of the state to the other.”

Penny said, “ Boo, hiss! We’d want to go, too. I don’t want to wait for three years to participate. The whole idea sounds luscious and just the thing teenagers full of sex hormones telling us to fuck all the time would like.” Misty nodded in agreement.

Joan laughed, “Well, we will be sure your name is on the list. I know a lot of the men in any swing club would wait for the opportunity to enjoy sex with either of you hot young women.”

Misty said, “Well, we three teens will just have to have our own little swingers party.” She grinned happily. Doug nodded.

The next day, Joan came home from work with some additional news. Rather than rub it in the teens’ faces, she saved it until only the two of us could talk. She started in, “I talked to my friend Barb at work. She was really happy that we’re interested in participating in their swingers’ circle. I didn’t bring up the teens. We should see what the parties are like first.”

I nodded and smiled encouragingly.

“Their next party is the last Saturday night in the month and we’re invited. It starts at seven-thirty. The parties have themes, and since Halloween is close on the calendar, we’re all supposed to come dressed in costume, and most importantly we’re supposed to wear masks that really disguise us – at least until the sex starts. People will know our first names, but not much else about us. This is especially important for us, because we’re new. We’re to be somewhat of a mystery for the start of the party.

“The assumption is that everyone will have had dinner, but we are to bring a hot hors d’oeuvre to share and two bottles of wine. We’re to dress sexy but casually. That’s more important for the women than the men; she gave me the rundown. All you normally need is slacks and a sport shirt, but this time it’s a costume.

“Barb said there’d be twelve to twenty people there including us. There’s a typical house party until about nine o’clock. There’s a signal of some kind and for their parties, the first-round couples are matched together randomly. The host or hostess has a computer program that they pass around that they put everyone’s name in and their sex, and then it generates a random matching while not allowing a spousal or partner match. Overtime everyone is encouraged to be with everybody else.”

I asked, “Is everyone married but us?”

“No. Most of the people are like us. There are couples that have decided to live together but aren’t necessarily rushing to matrimony. Barb said that slightly less than half the people that come are married, but on any particular party night the scale could tilt the other way depending on who shows up.”

“Did she tell you who else was coming?”

“Not entirely. She rattled off some names as though I should know them, but they didn’t register or stick in my mind because I didn’t recognize them. People are open, but there is a pledge that anybody that goes must take on to not talk about the event outside of the event itself, or only with people that were there. Barb took a little risk in talking to me, but then we’re planning on going, so I guess she was okay. Besides, our initial conversations were pretty generic.”

“Where is it?”

“I have the address in my purse. It’s a home in the Harbor Acres area. Barb said the home was on the water. They have a pool and Jacuzzi, like you do, but swimsuits are not allowed.” She tittered. “They rotate where the parties are held among the steady members.”

“And the party goes all night?”

“Barb said about half the people leave between midnight and one a.m., and the rest kind of partner up with somebody and shack-up for the night if there’s room in the home. In this case, the host loves to make omelets and will have some kind of set up for breakfast to provide that for everyone. There’ll also be cereal and sweet rolls. We are to show up nude for breakfast, too. After cleaning up, people sometimes have sex and then usually leave except for one or two close friends of the host and hostess. They apparently keep going all weekend.

“Oh, I shared our recent lab tests with Barb, and she said we were fine to attend on that basis. All we need to do is think up costumes to wear. There’s a party store in the Westfield Mall that I think we should go to tomorrow after work and see what we can find that would be fun.”

Saturday evening after dinner the five of us stood in the foyer of my home. I had found a Phantom of the Opera mask and wore that and my tuxedo. Joan created dashing cape for me from the skirt of an old black dress of hers. I thought I looked pretty sharp.

Joan had dressed as Little Red Riding Hood – a very sexy one. She had on red CFM shoes, red thigh high stockings, a miniscule red skirt, a white blouse with cleavage deeper than the Marianas Trench, and, of course, no underwear. She had a red-cowled cape, and a cute little red mask she’d fashioned from some material. A picnic basket with wine and condoms completed the costume. I hadn’t realized how handy she was with a pair of scissors and Julie’s old Singer sewing machine. She started to churn out parts for our costumes from seeming scraps of cloth.

Penny declared us sexy and ready to take on whatever happened at the party. Misty and Penny gave us kisses, Doug gave me a high five and a wish for lots of hot tail, and we were off.

The house was one of the older ones on the waterfront in town, but it had obviously undergone some major renovations and additions, especially the kitchen that looked out of some science fiction movie about the future.

Grace and Jack our hostess and host met us at the door with smiles and a hearty welcome; kisses from Grace for me, and from Jack for Joan. Grace was dressed as a sexy waitress with black net stockings on and a little black waitress uniform. She had on a kind of Lone Ranger mask. Jack had the same kind of mask, but had dressed as a cowboy, complete with a coiled rope hanging from his belt to add to the effect.

Jack gave us prepared nametags with our first names on them as well as a number. Grace explained, “For our first pairing, we had the computer randomly match you one of the others of the opposite sex at the party. Your numbers will match up; you know, three goes with three, four with four, and so on.” I was a five.

We were led into the place and Jack made a broadcast introduction of us to the others – “Here are Matt and Joan. Please welcome them. This is their first time at a party like this so be kind for a few minutes.” He snickered and left us. A few of the others waved in our direction.

I didn’t correct Jack because it had been over fifteen years since I last went to this kind of party. In those days, it was more of a Key Club. The men put their car keys in a bowl, and the women drew the keys. After fucking around at the party, they overnighted with the man whose keys they’d picked. What with our libidos, Julie and I had worn out more than one man or woman in that club.

Joan’s friend Barb swept up to us pulling her husband Carl with her. We were immediately swept up into the excitement Barb felt about being able to introduce her friend from work to this new environment. Barb was chatty Cathy. Carl was cordial, and we both said little as the two women jabbered happily at each other. They both hoped we liked the experience and would return. They’d been in the club since it started over five years earlier.

Carl indicated the open bar, and I got glasses of white wine for Joan and myself and rejoined the other three. In the process, I met Kurt and John, also preparing drinks for their partners. As we were preparing our drinks, a few other couples arrived. I guessed there were about sixteen people.

Barb eventually pulled Kurt and Ellen into our conversation circle, making sure that we were getting to meet some of the others at the party.

Ellen was a sweet woman about thirty-five dressed as a sexy schoolgirl. Her long hair in braids did the trick. Despite her age, she pulled off the look very well. I complimented her on her costume. Her reply was, “If you like it a lot, you’ll have to take it off of me later and fuck me blind.”

I laughed at her blatant language, but it was that kind of a party. She’d been teasing, while being half serious.

Joan and I hadn’t met everybody when Grace, our hostess, rang a little bell to get everyone’s attention. “All right everybody, it’s time for the adults to start playing nicely together – really nicely. Match up with your numbered partner of the opposite sex to start the evening. Meet back in the kitchen when you’re through if you want another partner for two or three more rounds of sex.” She laughed at her humor. I thought she sounded reasonable.

“When you start, you may, of course, remove your mask. There are eight couples, and we have spaced you out around the house. If your number is one through six, you’ll find you have a slot in one of our bedrooms; the assigned numbers are on the door. We doubled up two of you where we have the king size beds. Numbers seven and eight are in here, using the two sofas or the yoga pads in front of the fireplace. Questions?”