The phone rang, with Tabatha, a lady that I teach dance to on the line asking if I am free next week to go to a party as her partner. Without thinking I said yes to her, and then as I put the phone down, I was nervous to what I committed to. With her being much older than me at 36 to my 24, and always told me of her penchant for sexual adventure.
I saw her for her dance lesson the night before the party, and as we waltzed, samba and jived, I asked her of the parties details. She looked me cheekily in the eyes and said 'It is an 80's retro party, dress as part of the theme, and you will have a ball'. This set my mind at rest, and I started to think of an appropriate costume.
The party arrived, and I arrived to pick up Tabatha dressed as Robert Smith from The Cure. I rang her doorbell, and she came out dressed as Cyndi Lauper, once again eyeballing me, kissing me cheekily as she often did, and purring
'Girls, just wanna have fun boyo.......'
We arrived at the party, at an old style lavish home. On entering, I found it strange how we were both asked for our keys. The hidden meaning of this lost on me, and Tabatha concealed it more by saying we cannot be driving home after being free and easy with alcohol and drugs.
On surveying the other guests, there were about 8 couples, with me standing out for my age. All the rest of them were 30 somethings. They were all so friendly, with the Women checking me out in a shameless sense, making me a bit worried for their partners reaction, but strangely they did not bat an eye lid.
The night flowed, with raucous laughter, and banter fuelled by the amount of alcohol that was flowing. Then a silence fell on all and eyes fell on the two hosts as they stood before us holding a jar full of keys. I still did not know what the true connotation of this was, but after one of the ladies that I had been flirting with pinched my bum and whispered in my ear that she hoped she got me, the penny finally dropped for me.
In that moment, I was a bit like a deer in headlights, but I quickly regained composure after two women had reached in the jar, grabbed out a key and ushered their 'prize' off. A third woman, then a fourth grabbed a key and left with a man, maybe my key was not in there, and I was going to be spared of the potential awkwardness. Then, a woman I had noticed by how detached she was from the parties festivities reached in the jar and pulled out my key....
She, was a brunette of mid 30's, dressed to conceal her figure, and with no make up on at all. Approaching her, I offered her my hand as I politely kissed her cheek, and we left the party together. We started talking, and she expressed how torn she was over attending this party, and how it was her first participation in swinging, on the prompting of her husband. I told her that I did not expect anything from her.