My wife and I have been swingers for nearly ten years. We've had some great times, fulfilled some awesome fantasies, and done some things that we really don't want to do again. Through it all, we've made some great friends along the way. One of the reasons we started exploring the lifestyle was to find variety. We certainly got plenty of that, and we had fun doing it. Recently we started to feel the familiar need for a little change, and we wanted to meet some new friends.
One great way we had found to meet new people was to sign up to be co-hosts at the on-site swing club. The club is a little over an hour from our house. They have parties about every other Saturday, and anywhere from twenty to a hundred couples attend each party.
Each party has four or five couples that sign up to be co-hosts. The co-hosts are responsible for giving new couples a tour while explaining the rules, and to make new people feel comfortable enough to join in the fun. Co-hosts are told not to hit on new couples, but if the new couple starts flirting, you can flirt back. The co-hosts do have to wait until their time slot ends before playing.
My wife and I have co-hosted a handful of times over the years. It has been our experience that new couples remember you were the first smiling faces they met, and that makes them more open to exploring the possibilities.
Our scheduling got messed up as the weekend approached. I ended up traveling for business, and my return trip didn't get me back to Chicago until after five on Saturday evening. If I hurried to get out of the airport, I was going to just make it to the club in time for our scheduled co-hosting hour.
My wife made plans to meet me there. She also wanted to shop for something new and sexy to wear, so she arranged for another couple we know to pick her up and they went shopping together on their way to the club. Just as I arrived at the club, they called to let me know they had car trouble, and the three of them were going to be late.
One of the reasons that we like this particular swing club is that it is a couples only club. That was going to work against me. I would be considered a single male until my wife arrived. The club will let a single female check in while she waited for her date, but they would not let a single male in for any reason. I called the club owner to let her know we were going to be late.
The owner had a solution, but only because another co-hosting couple had canceled and she was desperate. There was a stranded wife that agreed to co-host with me until her husband arrived. The owner told me to grab my stuff and get inside. I quickly parked my car and hurried inside. I also quickly called and let my wife know what was going on.
In order to sidestep the rules, the owner had me pay for my wife and myself, and then she stuck the receipt with our name tags at the reception desk. She gave me a name tag marked Chet. I stowed my bag in a locker, and then the owner introduced me to Chet's wife, Dawn. Although we had never met before, she and her husband had also co-hosted before, so the owner trusted Dawn and me to know what to do.
I smiled as Dawn checked me out. I am an average looking guy. I am fiftyish and balding, six foot tall, around two hundred and ten pounds. I carry a few extra pounds, but I work out and live healthily, so I am in pretty good shape. Some women find me attractive, some women don't even notice me.
She was smiling as I checked her out. She was better than average looking. I would have guessed she was in her mid-forties. She was several inches shorter than me, and although she had more than a few extra pounds, she still looked good. I certainly found her attractive, although not all men would have.
Before she and I had a chance to say more than hello, a new couple checked in at the door, and we had work to do.
Beyond the check-in desk, the club has a nice open meeting area. There were plenty of tables, a dance floor, and a ventilated smoking room. There was a bar that usually had a bartender on duty. He or she would mark your name on whatever you brought, and serve it to you with a smile. Usually, two or three couples would sign up to be bartenders for the same reason that my wife and I signed up for co-hosting.
The entire front area was clothing optional, and even this early in the party, there were several topless women showing off. Later, some people would push the limits, but sexual activity was not supposed to happen in this area. The same was mostly true of the next area. There was a short hallway with restrooms, a couple of smaller private showers, and a bigger group shower. There was also a room with a hot tub. Oral activities were allowed in these areas, but not sex with penetration.
Beyond that area were the play rooms. The volunteers who worked for the club always had fun setting these rooms up. Almost always there was a massage room, a doctor's office, and an S&M room. Some of the other rooms changed themes every couple of months. They would be decorated to follow the holidays or other peoples' whims. People seemed to like having sex under a decorated tree, or dressed as Pilgrims, or surrounded by Mardi Gras beads. We have seen rooms set up like a women's candle party, or with a stripper pole and chairs.
There were a couple different sized group rooms after that. Finally at the back were the catacombs. These were numerous little cubby holes that people could claim for their own at the start of a party and decorate to their taste. Each one had room for two to four people, as long as they liked being close. Most gave the illusion of privacy, while some had viewing portals for voyeurs.
Dawn and I led the couple around and explained all of this and some other details. I was rather enjoying the fact that Dawn seemed to like touching me. We had barely made it into the back area when she first slipped in under my arm and started teasing her fingers in my chest hair. I took advantage of her desire to be close by letting my fingers play along the skin of her neck and hairline.
At one point, we had to squeeze past a group in a narrow hallway. We were leading, and I was kind of in front. Dawn hurried to get in front of me, and as she did, she caught my hands at her waist. I pulled her back against me, and she leaned into me. Just as we cleared the group, she pulled my hands up her body onto her breasts. I was barely able to squeeze them before she turned away out of my grasp with a smile. We stopped to tell the couple about the area we were in. As we continued on the tour, Dawn slipped back under my arm.
We finished up the tour, and the couple went off to meet someone they knew. Dawn and I took up our post near the check-in desk.
"Thank you," Dawn said.
"You're very welcome," I answered, but with a shrug, I asked, "What did I do?"
With a quick glance around, she leaned in close to my ear.
"That guy was creepy," she whispered.
"He seemed okay to me," I teased. The couple had been in their early thirties. I couldn't imagine someone that young being creepy.
She shrugged. "Maybe creepy isn't the right word. He never once looked me in the face. Every time I caught him looking at me, he was staring at my breasts, and doing something creepy with his hand."
"You are a great actress. You seemed to be pretty nice to him and his wife."
She half-way rolled her eyes. "I've had too much practice," she said. "I'm sure they will have fun with their friends, but I'm glad I'm not stuck with him."
"Why would you get stuck with him?" I asked. "Swinging is about who you can have fun with, not who you will get stuck with."
"I know," she said as she sadly shook her head. "It's just... "
I wish she would have finished that thought. Just then, another new couple arrived, and we had to give the tour again. As we started into the back area, Dawn slid in next to me again. This time, I tried to pay attention. If anything, Dawn was acting strangely toward the man of the couple. He was around our age, and his wife was several years younger. Other than the age difference, they seemed like a normal couple, and there was nothing at all that was odd about him.
If there was anything at all odd about them, it was how nice and flirty they both were towards us. Their names were Cliff and Jennifer, and this was only their second swing experience. Their first experience had been at a small house party with two other couples. They had loved it and they were meeting one of the couples at this party. Dawn had frowned when Cliff gave his name.
Jennifer was one of those bubbly happy people that can be annoying to be around for too long. She kept dropping one-liners like 'bald is beautiful,' and 'I like a man that knows where he's going.' She was also happily teasing Dawn about the clothes she was still wearing. While a lot of the people we saw, especially the women, were either topless or wearing loose and sexy clothes, Dawn was still wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. After a bit of teasing from Jennifer, Dawn finally took off the sweatshirt to reveal a very sexy bra.
Luckily for me, Dawn was too preoccupied to notice me drooling over the beautiful curves from her ribs to her breasts to her neck. She was preoccupied because Jennifer couldn't keep her hands off of those same curves. Dawn seemed surprised by Jennifer's touching, but she also seemed to be enjoying it as well. After we continued, Dawn made the sweat shirt disappear, and she wore an open silk robe instead.
A funny moment occurred later in the tour. There is a list of rules that guests have to sign off. I was giving a quick summary version, and when I got to 'Ask before you touch,' Jennifer gasped.
"I'm sorry, Dawn," she gushed. "I should have asked!"
Before Dawn could respond, Jennifer added, "Oh! I should let her touch me!"
With a naughty smile and a quick glance around, Dawn stepped close and ran her hands up under Jennifer's blouse.
"I might just take you up on that offer, but I'll have to wait until we're off duty," she teased, pretending that her hands were not on Jennifer's breasts.
Jennifer gave a little squeal as Dawn stepped away, and some unspoken agreement was reached between them. I hadn't noticed until then that Jennifer was bra-less. Whatever Dawn had done had made Jennifer's nipples very hard.
Another funny moment occurred at the end of the tour. Dawn was nicely tucked in under my arm as we got back to the check-in desk. Cliff and Jennifer started to put on their name tags, and Cliff jokingly made a sour face at Jennifer when she dropped his tag on the floor.
Suddenly, Dawn said, "Clifford is your middle name! You're Mark!"
Cliff looked startled, as if his greatest secret had just been revealed. He turned and looked at Dawn as he tried to figure out how she knew that.
"My maiden name is Martin," she explained nicely.
"Dawn Martin," he exclaimed. "I had the biggest crush on you in high school!"
Her eyebrows shot up.
"Why didn't you say something! I had a crush on you, too!" They both laughed.
"I don't think either of us look the same," he observed. "How did you recognize me?"
Dawn turned to Jennifer, and with a smile said, "He used to make that face when I stole cookies out of his lunch box."
We were all smiling at their reminiscing, but then there was an awkward silence.
Jennifer broke it, saying, "You two are going to come find us when you get off duty, right?" We all knew it was a demand, not a question.
Dawn and Cliff and I all answered, "Yes," at the same time. We all laughed, and after some quick hugs, they went to find their friends.
Dawn and I took up our post again. She seemed a bit withdrawn, and I wasn't sure that I could say anything helpful. A couple of minutes went by before she spoke.
"What am I missing?" she asked. The gears were still spinning in her head, so I waited in silence. She seemed to be waiting for me.
"Is it because our spouses aren't here yet?" I asked.
"No," she answered immediately. "It's just... "
I had a strange feeling of deja vu. I am pretty sure she was back to the same conversation, but for a different reason. There were no new couples coming to interrupt us this time.
With a small head shake, she said, "Chet and I almost always limit our play to be with married couples. I don't think Cliff and Jennifer are married, but that's not the point."
She paused to think some more.
"I can't remember the last time that I chose our partners." She paused to consider for a moment. "Chet is more selective of who he wants, and so if he finds a woman that he likes, I let myself get stuck with her husband."
"That's called 'taking one for the team,'" I said softly. "You should talk with him because you shouldn't have to do that ever."
She gave me a sad smile.
"I know," she answered. "I guess, well, if you saw the look on his face. When the woman is what he wanted, and it all works out for him, that look on his face makes me so happy. The sex we have when he is pleased like that is so good."
She truly looked happy.
"Usually the guy is okay, but not always. Chet always seems to know, and he will do anything to make it up to me. I know it's wrong, but sometimes that's when we have our best sex."
Her smile faded. She reached out and stroked the name tag on my shirt.
"Right now you are Chet. If I picked Cliff, I bet you would have the time of your life with Jennifer."
I couldn't help but smile because she was very right. She let herself smile a bit at my mirth.
"When the real Chet gets here, she is the exact opposite of what he likes. He would see how young and bubbly and happy she is, and he wouldn't even look at her twice. He is a bit weird about girl-on-girl touching, and he wouldn't have liked how she and I flirted. When he gets here, I'll probably get stuck with the creepy guy."
"I don't know what to tell you," I said. "Cliff is not exactly what my wife would go for, either, and she would never let me play with Jennifer unless she knew she was getting exactly what she wanted."
I reached out and gently caressed Dawn's cheekbone with my thumb.
"But I will tell you this," I said. "In ten minutes, we are off duty. As long as I am Chet, you can have any couple that you want. We will probably have to wait if you choose Cliff and Jennifer. They met their friends and went straight to the back. Pick any other man you like, and I will make his date feel like she was my first choice. If you want some girl time, I will make sure us guys stay back and give you time to explore."
She smiled and shook her head. "You're crazy," she teased. "We'll see," she agreed.
A short five minutes later, another couple relieved us of our hosting duties. By mutual agreement, Dawn and I slipped down to the restrooms to take care of necessities, and to change our clothes.
There are guys that are comfortable being naked or wearing just a man-thong.