Cassie and I had a lot of fun with Ralph and Melissa during the following week. We all
gathered at my place. They served us our meals in the nude. During a couple evenings after dark, we put them on their dog leashes and took them for a naked walk. Ralph got into the spirit of things at one point by getting down on all fours and lifting his leg like a male dog to pee. Not to be outdone, Melissa squatted like a female. We had a lot of sex with them too. When their week as our 'slaves' ended, no one wanted to stop, so we decided we could continue the games. Cassie and I became the 'slaves' for the next week.
As the summer went by, Cassie and I saw less and less of Ralph and Melissa, spent less time at the swing club, and more time with each other. Maggie moved out of the apartment they shared. Since Cassie couldn't cover its full cost on her own, she moved in with me.
One evening in September, I came home from work and found her with a pregnancy test kit. "I'm late," she said quietly. I don't know if I was scared or excited. We loved each other dearly. A child would bond us even closer. An hour later she had finished the test. The results were positive.
The next afternoon we went to the courthouse and got married. Two days later she started her period. We both were disappointed. We made halfhearted jokes about getting married for nothing. Yes, we cried ourselves to sleep that night.
Maybe a honeymoon would lift our spirits. Just because we didn't have a regular wedding with guests, a white dress for the bride, and a tux for me didn't mean we couldn't go away for a week. The school where she taught wasn't too happy about the idea, but the principal relented and gave her time off. I got a little flak from my company, mostly in fun. Since I had worked through the summer while people with families took their vacations, I got my time off approved in a couple hours.
Our finances weren't too great. We decided to stay home until midweek, then go someplace for a couple nights just so we could say we went away. The answering machine picked up all calls to make it look like we were out of town.
Monday morning I got a call I couldn't ignore. A major client had a quarterly report due in a few days. Someone was needed to go to their plant a two-hour drive away to get their figures. Could I go get the reports? I'd get another day off to make up for it. Cassie and I discussed the situation and decided it would be a good way to kill a day or two.
She had a cold when we got up Tuesday morning, so I had to go alone. I didn't expect to spend the night, but I packed a change of clothes anyway.
Murphy's law struck. Only half the information was ready, and it would be late the next afternoon before I could get the report. Reluctantly I checked into a motel and called Cassie with the bad news.
We talked for about half an hour. Her cold was going away, but she wasn't fully recovered. Maggie had called suggesting they have one of their old contests, but Cassie told her she was too sick. Melissa had also called and offered to send Ralph over to keep her company, etc. Finally Cassie suggested I go out and pick someone up and get laid. We were still swingers. There was no reason why both of us should be miserable. Being away from her was misery enough.
After dinner I called the client's office. They said they'd have people working all night to get the report finished. I offered to help, but they graciously declined. I probably would have done the same. Having nothing to do, I went out to try my luck with the local girls. The desk clerk suggested a couple bars nearby. I drove to the nearest one.
There was a dinner menu posted by the door which impressed me. They featured barbecue ribs and had a pretty good wine list. I made a mental note to bring Cassie there if we ever vacationed in that city.
A blonde-haired woman sat at the bar. Her long hair cascaded down to her waist. Her blouse was so tight that even from her back it was obvious that she was braless. Her skirt just covered her ass. Just looking at her back was giving me a hardon. The stool next to her was empty, so I sat down beside her and ordered a screwdriver. She was probably in her mid-forties, but, damn, she was beautiful. Her nipples were visible through her blouse. Her breasts didn't sag a bit. Even in the dimly lit bar, her eyes sparkled. "Hi," I said, "how are you this evening?"
"Pretty good," she replied. "How about yourself?"
"I'm a lot better now that I've seen you."
She smiled. "I haven't heard that line in twenty-five years."
"And you heard it from your mother when you were an infant."
She laughed. "You, young man, are quick. So tell me, what's a newlywed husband doing in a singles bar."
"How do you know I'm a newlywed?"
