"Play ball!" the umpire called out.
I put on my helmet, grabbed my bat, and trotted out to the plate. After making sure there wasn't any dirt stuck on my cleats, I stepped into the batter's box and held my bat at the ready. The first was fast. I swung and missed. This pitcher was good. I saw Cassie in the stands with her fingers crossed. Ignore her and concentrate on the game, I told myself. The next pitch was at the right level, but just outside. "Ball one!" cried the ump.
The third pitch was exactly where I wanted it. I sent the ball flying to left center field. Both the center and left fielder converged at the back fence. They leapt into the air at the same time, but the ball was too high for either of them. The crowd roared its approval as I ran the bases. Make that half the crowd. My teammates greeted me with high-fives as I crossed home plate. Cassie jumped excitedly making her braless tits bounce beneath her tight t-shirt. Peggy and Heather were as visibly elated as she was.
I looked at the pitcher who was fuming. "The game isn't over yet!" she shouted at me. "You're gonna be mine tonight!"
"Forget it!" Cassie yelled back. "He's mine!" Was she staking a claim to me?
As the next batter went to the plate, I looked the pitcher over. Like the other women who were either at the game or in the game, she wasn't wearing any underwear. Her nipples were clearly outlined against the thin material of her t-shirt. I realized that no matter how the game ended, she and I were going to end up in bed that night. The only question was whose bed.
The game continued without more runs in the first inning. Our side was retired in the second with a runner on base. Our first batter struck out in the top of third, and I was up second.
The pitcher lock her eyes on mine and ran her hand over her breasts as I stepped up to the plate. Perspiration glued her shirt to her breasts and nipples. My attention drifted from the game to her chest, and I took a called strike on the first pitch. For a moment I envisioned myself as her slave. I didn't want to let Cassie down. Concentrate, I told myself. I had to hop back to avoid being struck by the next pitch. She was doing her best to keep me off balance. Again she rubbed her breasts and nipples through the thin material of her shirt. I responded by stroking my cock through my pants. This time she smiled rather than scowled. A foul tip brought the count to one and two. I could feel my dick swelling and knew it was outlined against my pants. She licked her lips as she read the catcher's signals. Twice she shook her head before getting the call she wanted. The ball was right where I wanted it, and I sent it over the fence again.
My teammates and our club were ecstatic as I rounded the bases. A few women flashed their tits at me as I came down the third base line to home plate. I did the obligatory high-fives with the men and hugged the women on the team. I wouldn't have gotten that gratitude playing for my company's team. As I headed to the dugout, Cassie and Maggie waved me to the fence. Cassie leaned over the rail to kiss me. "You're wonderful," she whispered.
Maggie leaned over to kiss me next. "Still playing the old distraction game, I see," she said when our lips parted. I smiled. "If we win the game, I'll forgive you."
I picked Cassie and Maggie up at eight, and we went to the other team's party house. They had suspended their weekly contest so both of them could attend the game and the party that night.
I still hadn't figured out the swing houses. Single men weren't allowed but single women were, although extra men would even up the orgasmic potential.
The thing that amazed me most was how quickly I had become part of the club. I had not slept with a quarter of the wives, but everyone treated me like an old friend. Cassie and I were just another couple to the members. In their eyes, we might as well have been married. Even Maggie had accepted me in spite of my shenanigans a couple weeks before.
The host club members, the losers, were all dressed as Greek slaves. A few of our members wore togas, but most came in regular street clothes. We were steadily plied with hors d'oeuvres and glasses of wine. To my great surprise, no one came wearing leather or carrying riding crops. The mood was the same as at other swing parties, relaxed but sex charged. There was a lot of fondling of the 'slaves' by the 'masters.' Even with the master-slave role playing, the basic rules remained intact. Anyone, including a 'slave,' had the right to say no.
The selection of personal slaves for the following week was scheduled for eleven. The players would make their choices first followed by their mates, then by the remaining club members. I knew who my choice would be even before the game ended.
Cassie, Maggie, and I got out of our clothing, grabbed some towels, and headed for the hot tub. Although I had showered after the game and I had taken a nap, the swirling warm water was very relaxing. There was only one other couple in the tub whom we ignored. I positioned myself so that no one was opposite me and let myself float as I closed my eyes. After a couple minutes I felt a soft feminine hand begin stroking my penis. Assuming the hand belonged to either Maggie or Cassie, I continued to float. The hand gently caressing my cock made no concerted effort to stiffen me. It didn't wrap itself around my dick; it just slowly traveled up and down it. Gradually it inflated until it was sticking up out or the water. I could tell that whoever was pleasuring me was on my right which was where Cassie had seated herself, so I guessed it was her. I could feel her head on my right shoulder, and Maggie's was on my left. Neither of them could have reached past my hips.
A tongue touched the tip of my boner. I remembered the other couple and assumed it was the female half of that pair. The tongue slowly circled the rim of my glans making me take a deep breath. I decided to keep my eyes closed and enjoy the exquisite sensations emanating from my groin. The prospect of a totally anonymous blowjob intrigued me and aroused me at the same time. I was faintly aware that both Maggie and Cassie had their arms across my chest. It was plainly evident that they were enjoying seeing me receive pleasure from this unknown person as much as I enjoyed the stiffness between my thighs being sucked. My breathing quickened as the vacuum increased on my dick. My loins grew tighter and tighter. My limbs became as rigid as my periscope. More lips clamped onto my mouth. The hot mouth on my cock moved rapidly as my nuts contracted shooting a load of hot sperm into it. I felt gulping as each wad of jism flowed effortlessly down a throat as quickly as I could fire it.
I kept my eyes closed as I slowly sank down into the warm water. Maggie's and Cassie's heads were still on my shoulders. After a while I opened my eyes. We three were the only one in the tub. The others had left. "Okay," I said, "which one of you did it?"
"Did what?" said Maggie feigning innocence.
"Sucked me off," I said.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Cassie said.
"We've had our arms around you all the time we've been in the water," Maggie said. "How could either of us done anything like that?"