The afternoon was sweltering, the August day had reached upwards of 85 degrees - very hot for Western Pennsylvania. We drove past Uniontown, the windows up and the air-conditioning strong, looking forward to the new club. The only problem with the Mountain Retreat was that it was a long way from our home, nearly an hour and a half's car ride. But around lunch time we decided to take a chance because both of us were horny, and we'd heard the club had a swimming pool conducive to naked swimming.
Driving down a country road we found the signpost that had been described to us, we turned up the blacktop drive pitted with years of use. Coming to a graveled parking lot on the top of the hill, we got our first impression. Before us we saw a ramshackle house, in need of maintenance. "What do you think?" Mary asked.
"We've driven a long way," I observed, "and it's pretty cheap."
We trudged around the shack to find a small party going on the patio. As I remember, two of the men were rather large and could have used a trip to the gym more than the beer they were guzzling, but a couple of the girls were mildly cute. In the pool off to our left, two comely couples were lazing in the sun, as nude as we wanted to be. "You guys are new?" asked an old geezer. "Price is twenty-five bucks for the party. Make yourself at home." We put our bottle of vodka on the picnic table.
Since no one seemed inclined to give us a tour we poked our heads into the house. It seemed more or less clean, although the paneling in the lower room seemed like a trip back to the 1950s. The bottom floor was an open design with a small dance floor, some couches and a hot tub off to the side. Mary looked into the water of the jacuzzi, found it to be sparkling. We climbed the stairs, found three or four austere rooms with mattresses but little else. The air was stifling in the early evening heat, air conditioning was unavailable.
But the major attraction for us was the swimming pool and we approached it. One young couple was cavorting in the pool, totally bare. Two other couples and one single man lazed on the grass, the only clothing worn was a pair of panties on a woman. We spread our beach towels on the lawn, Mary quickly pulled her floral sundress over her shoulders. This was one of my favorite things, to see men stare at my wife as she displayed her sexuality. She milked the situation, asking me to slather her with sun lotion as she stood. I went behind her and applied the lotion first to her back and shoulders, then reaching around I approached her small tits. "Are you sure you wouldn't like him to do this to you?" I said under my breath.
The man I referred to was obvious, probably in his mid thirties, perhaps twenty years younger than us. He was lying on his side, staring at Mary from across the pool. He seemed perhaps six feet tall, and his schwantz hung to the ground, two or three sizes longer than my adequate organ. Through our sunglasses we could see the display of my wife's semi-nudity was affecting him, it was growing more solid by the moment. "Maybe later," Mary tittered. When her body was well oiled, she turned towards the spy, dropped her panties and revealed her bald mons, shaved just that noon for unfamiliar men to admire and touch.
She moved to the shallow end, I quickly disrobed and followed her. I swam a few laps in the tepid pool, Mary performed aerobics in the shallow end. "Would you like a drink?" I asked. Being used to nudist environs, I walked naked and dripping to the patio, mixed us both vodka's and tonics. By the time I returned, Mary was in a conversation with a couple near enough to our own age, she introduced me to Michelle and Tim. Michelle was perhaps five foot five, 140 pounds. I admired the way her nipples grew out of her hefty breasts, they were crinkled. Was it because of the coolness of the water, or was she thinking lascivious thoughts? At any rate, we relaxed in the water, talked.
"You're new here, aren't you?" asked Tim. "We come up from Maryland a couple times a month, we love it here."
"We're from Pittsburgh," Mary confessed. "We normally go up to DJs Island."
"Is it as nice as they say it is?" Michelle asked.
We extolled the virtues of the club north of the city, how it looked like a light industrial plant from the outside, but on the inside it was sparkling and bright, constructed for the sole purpose of an upscale nightclub and sex party. We found this would be a source of much discussion during the evening, few people had travelled to the rather new and almost mythical shrine of swinging, they wanted to know if the journey was worth it.
"We'd love to go sometime, we've heard so much about it," Michelle sighed, and Tim added, "But it's a three hour drive for us. Mountain Retreat is so much closer."
Michelle and Tim explained the Mountain Retreat was more 'country' then we were used to. "Nice people here, though." As the sun approached the horizon, we could see cars being parked and more couples showing up on the patio, the music got louder, more spirited. Michelle and Tim dried off and said they'd see us inside later.
Mary was enjoying the water, didn't want to leave yet. She paddled around, I laid on the towel, contemplated the wonders of life and women, particularly the nymphs I could observe, of which the supply ebbed and flowed. I believe I got a chubby, unlike at nudist resorts we'd been to I didn't try to disguise it. In fact, a couple of women smiled when they saw the effect they were having on me. Mary was in no hurry to leave the water, she stayed at least partially submerged until the sun had set and the gloaming set in. Eventually Mary left the pool and drip dried in the warm darkness, when she was ready I helped her into her panties and sundress, clothed myself.
In the house, the party was well in progress. I could see perhaps forty people, fairly mixed in gender. I was surprised as I was almost the only man in slacks, the others mainly wore shorts or bluejeans, more men wore t-shirts than polos. Some couples were dancing, others were standing or sitting, conversing. We fell into one conversation or another, mixing it up. Since we were new meat, we were popular. I certainly didn't mind.
One couple we talked to was Candy and Dave. She was quite alluring, with thick black hair, red delectable lips and she was wearing a halter top that displayed engaging ta-tas. Honestly, I don't remember much about Dave, other than he was on the taller side, which Mary likes, and didn't have facial hair. We talked to them for ten or fifteen minutes, moved on. They were fairly close to our own ages, in the middle of the fifth decade.
A couple of hours passed. Mary and I had danced, then she partnered with at least a third of the men in the den, she'd ground her ass against more than one lap, including Dave's, a few men had found what her petite tits felt like. The room was sticky and sultry, we often moved to the outside just to catch a breath of fresh air, then reentered the fray. I was beginning to think nothing was likely to happen, thought about taking Mary down to the pool and having sex with her on the lawn. A few minutes after eleven I went out to the patio to freshen our drinks, in the darkness I was joined by Candy, she put her hand on my arm.
"We like you guys," she confided, and I saw no reason not to turn her towards me, kiss her. I remember she was a bit timid at first, but then her lips opened to me as if she'd made a decision. We kissed for perhaps two minutes, then broke.
"I think Mary likes Dave, too. Would you guys be interested in heading to a room?" I asked.
"I was sent out here to find out if that'd be something you two would like. There's only one thing. We're just soft-swap." I knew what that meant, although we were full-swap from the very beginning we'd played with soft couples before, it wasn't out of the realm of possibility. I got a few more details out of Candy. "We've been doing this for three years now, mostly here. Dave and I have agreed this is a lot of fun, we just don't want it to get too serious. We've seen some pretty wild orgies here, we don't want people to think we're too available. You know."
That was never our problem, but we always thought people should do extra-marital sex in their own manner. As Candy and I talked, and kissed some more, I considered the opportunity. Candy was a real dish, and enthusiastic, very much my style. And it didn't seem like anything else would be offered to us that night. "I think I'd like to go up to a room with you guys. Let me talk to Mary, let her know what's happening."
