Chapter 1: Saturday night

When we arrived at the Hansen’s large, Tudor mansion as we pulled into their brick circular drive and parked next to a silver Mercedes I recognized as one of my golf buddy’s cars ... Jeff Hyet’s.

“Hmm. Looks like Jeff and Pam are here, too,” I said, as visions of Pam Hyet’s slender body came to mind.

“So maybe it ISN’T a swinger party,” Sal said, and I thought I detected a look of disappointment in her expression.

“Yeah, I guess not. Here come Ann and Bart, too,” I noted as our friends pulled in next to us.

“Hey guys!” I said, as we all got out of our cars.

“Damn! We didn’t know YOU two were coming tonight,” Bart began. “It’s great to see you guys joining out little group,” he smiled broadly, staring at Sally.

“Wow! This is going to be a GREAT party,” Ann grinned, purposely staring down at my crotch. It was then I noticed what she was wearing ... a transparent black blouse beneath which her naked tits were openly on display.

Sally and I were dressed in silly outfits. I was supposed to be Fonzy, in tight jeans, a plain white tee shirt, black leather jacket and motorcycle boots. Sally was wearing a goofy Poodle skirt and tight tank top with her braless nipples getting harder every moment as she took in Bart’s rather gay looking attire. He was wearing a paper thin black satin bikini and was naked from the waist up. The skimpy suit was so thin the outline of his cock and balls were clearly visible, and Sally was staring right at it.

“I’m a little surprised to see you two here,” Ann said, moving next to me, pressing her tits into my arm, then adding, “but I’m delighted you’re here. The more, the merrier, right, Sally?” she giggled mischievously.

On the front porch I rang the bell and through the leaded glass door we saw Bill Hansen approaching wearing what looked like a pair of black leather boxers, his bulging, thick cock outlined beneath the tight shorts. He was also attired in a black leather wife-beater top, and black leather lace up boots. Opening the door, he greeted and hugged us both, looking us over.

“Greetings, beautiful people. Let’s see what you are all supposed to be,” he said, taking Ann’s arms and holding them up, exposing her naked tits under her transparent blouse.

“Isn’t it obvious?” she said. “I’m Bart’s slut wife and he’s my bisexual husband,” she giggled.

“Wonderful! Another bi guy! Fun,” Bill said, admiring Ann’s tits. She kissed him then, and not as a mere greeting. Instead, she pressed her body into Bill’s, and as we watched she reached down and squeezed his cock, then giggled, and said, “Dressed as a slut wife, I may as well act like one, too, right Sal?”

Sally looked at me, her eyes sparkling as she raised her eyebrows as if to say maybe it IS a swinger party after all. Bill led us back through the house then, to the stairway leading down to the Hansen’s large rec room. Pam and Jeff were there already, along with Deb. As we’d anticipated she would, Debbie was looking as slutty as Ann, in a VERY short skirt, trashy black fishnet stockings, and a white blouse much like my wife’s, but whereas Sally only had a couple buttons undone, Deb’s was open to the waist with her enormous naked tits flopping around without a bra on under the open white blouse. I recalled how she had pressed those gorgeous tits into me when last we’d seen each other, and it was then I noticed what our very attractive blond friend, Pam Hyet, was wearing. Incredibly, she was dressed in a negligee ... a transparent negligee, with her naked tits AND shaved pussy clearly visible.

“Come sit by me, Dan,” Pam said seductively, so I did it. When I moved onto the sofa next to her she said, “I thought this was supposed to be a pajama party, so I wore this negligee,” she said, raising her arms above her head, obviously showing off her naked tits to me. “Do you like it?”

“I don’t think he minds, Pam,” Sally laughed. And then she winked at me as Jeff moved behind her and pressed his body into her back, hugging her as he kissed her neck. Then, still staring directly at me, Sal reached down and took Jeff’s hands in hers and brought them to her tits. And squeezed them. Sal’s eyes fluttered, and with all of us watching, she said, “We heard a rumor that there might be some swinging going on here tonight, and we just want you all to know we hope the rumor was right.”

The guys all began hooting and hollering then, and when Sal turned around and began French kissing Jeff, Pam did the same to me. She leaned over to me, placed a hand behind my head and pulled my face to hers, kissing me with her mouth open and tongue pressing against mine. I touched her then, her tits, and squeezed them as she began running her fingers over my cock.

“I think it’s time, babe,” I heard Bill say to Debbie.

“I think you’re right!” Deb said. Then she clicked on her martini glass with her ring and said, “Okay, Dan and Sally ... We perhaps should have discussed this with you before asking you over tonight, but clearly based on your behavior so far we haven’t misjudged you. As I know Pam already told you ... the six of us love sex ... and we love it with each other. We fuck each other, kids ... and we have but two rules. NO means NO! If any of us ever says no to whoever we’re with, everything stops. That rule is ironclad, although I’ve yet to hear anyone say no,” she laughed. But IF anyone ever says no or stop to you, you do it instantly. That’s the most important rule here. The other rule I like much better, and it is this. UNLESS or UNTIL someone tells you no, or stop, feel entitled to do ANYTHING you want to the person, or persons, you’re with. It makes for some VERY creative sexual experiences. And we encourage you to be as creative as possible. Each of us in our group has discovered sexual pleasures like we never dreamed possible, merely by never saying no. So try it. Let yourselves go. Give in to lust ... go with it ... relish the kind of sexual pleasure only possible when being USED by another person. You’re going to have more sexual thrills tonight than you have ever had, believe me. And you, our dear sweet Sally, as the newest female member here tonight, are our guest of honor. It is our pleasure to warmly initiate you into what we’re calling our little sex cult. Welcome, and come with me,” Deb said, taking Sally’s hand, leading her over to a door. Interestingly, it had been painted green, reminiscent of that classic old porn flick, “Behind the Green Door” staring Marilyn Chambers, who my wife actually did resemble.