This story is earlier than my previous stories, but I thought it would help provide some context. Like all young people, undertaking defence recruit training was an education and an experience that no one ever forgets, but I enjoyed the physical and emotional challenges. When I joined, I was fit, had a solid muscular build, and had some life experience, but I found there was a lot I was going to learn. So, other than military training, I found learning to deal with a variety of people was the greatest challenge.

I thought I had an open mind about sexuality, but two fellow recruits showed me I had a few things to learn. One was a guy named Paul, a tall, thin, wiry guy, and the other was Penny, a girl a couple of years older than me. Penny was a tall, good-looking brunette with great legs, but she was a tomboy to the point I thought she was gay. There was another rule Recuits lived by if it was in green, you didn’t fuck it. So that put Penny off limits, apparently. A few months later, I was on night patrol and would catch Penny in a group session with three guys in the quartermaster store building.

Whenever we had personal time, the defence would provide a bus and take us into the local town, where we would grab a meal and a couple of drinks at the hotel. We would talk about our families, what we did before we joined, and any relationships we had experienced. I quickly learned that compared to these two guys, I needed more experience. Penny had shared with us she was a hairdresser before enlisting and that she had sex with just about every male she knew. We never asked too many questions, but we had our thoughts she may have been involved in some sort of incestual relationship. She also had experience with women and confirmed my suspicions that I was half right; she was bi-sexual.

Towards the end of the recruitment training, we had a weekend off and caught the train an hour’s ride into the city. We arrived early Saturday morning and wandered around, taking in the new scenery. It was a sweltering summer’s day, with most young ladies wearing skimpy clothes. I had not had sex for weeks and was getting very horny, and half-clothed girls were not helping. When I shared my situation with Paul, he said he had an idea to get us laid.

Paul said that if we could find a swingers group or party, we could ask to go along. He noted that swingers’ venues let singles in later at night when all the other guys were exhausted—providing a new group of men for women looking for a group of guys who were still horny. I thought this was an excellent idea, but I learned from Paul that most women would be in their thirties and forties. On further questions, Paul told us he went to his first swingers party just after his eighteenth birthday with the encouragement of his older brother and his wife. They were swingers, and he had sex with his sister-in-law, something I would achieve many years later.

It took us only a short time to find a venue to allow a couple of eighteen-year-old fit guys to join them. We arrived around 10:00 pm, which was early for single guys. The couple that ran the venue greeted us, took our $150 each, and suggested we change into a bathrobe they provided. They explained the rules: no mean no, always wear protection and play nice.

We changed into our robes and went into a bar area that also had a couple of pool tables and chairs around the outside. From my observations, this was like any club other than people were in a bathrobe or less.

We ordered drinks, stood, and watched two couples playing pool; people sat in lounge chairs behind them. Some were involved in heavy kissing and fondling, others masturbating. Finally, one of the ladies bent over to take a shot at the pool table, and a guy walked up behind her. Grabbing her by the hips, he held his cock and slid into her. She sighed and lay face down on the table as he fucked her in front of everyone. It was over in a few minutes as they both came in loud grunts, moans and sighs. When he moved away, she stood up, wiped the mess from between her legs, and licked her fingers before wiping the rest on the robe. I immediately developed an erection as I watched and thought to myself, so much for protection.

As I watched, a tall, elegant lady approached me. She would have been in her fifties, with large breasts and a smooth, clean, shaved pussy. Her confidence and refined appearance immediately attracted me as she sat beside me at the bar. She sat looking up at me as I stood there. Her blue eyes were soft and sexy; she had a seductive smile and a quiet, gentle voice. She gently placed her hand around my erect cock, and told me it was a handsome cock. Then, she slowly and deliberately stroked me and held the head of my cock firm as I became harder. At the same time, she sat on the edge of her stool, her robe open, her legs wide. I enjoyed her full breasts and large, dark nipples that were erect. Her stomach was round and feminine as my eyes followed down her body. Then, between her legs, she opened to me. Her clit was puffy and enlarged, and her pussy lips were moist. It was obvious she had sex recently.