John stared at the huge mansion from across the street, the place was lit up like a christmas tree and he could see dozen of cars parked in the driveway. This far away he could only see that huge curtains had been drawn across the tall windows. The bright welcoming lights contrasting with the dark windows.
John knew why and it was that knowledge that was making his guts tie themselves in knots. It was what was making him take so long to get out of his car and walk up to the door. His fingers played with the small black card he had been given to get him in.
He had received the invitation from his boss after they had gone on a business trip together. Some expo in a huge convention centre filled with bored businessman staring at the latest advances in pipe cleaning technology. As is true of most of these kinds of thing they spent more time in the traveling than the actual event itself. So it was that they found themselves sitting on a train talking about contraceptives.
When his boss had offhandedly mentioned that he and his wives sex life had improved tenfold when she went through the menopause, John had said he was jealous. He hated wearing condoms, but with all the disease around you had to play it safe. His boss had asked him if he wanted kids and he told him that he like the idea but didn't want to have to raise them, at least, not right now. At that his boss had gone quiet and he didn't think anymore of it, nor did he think it strange when a week later he was asked to provide a urine sample for a random drugs test. So when his boss had came into his office a week after that and put forward the invitation to this "get together" he had been taken aback.
So now here he was, taking a deep breath he pulled open the car door and headed up the driveway, the invitation held tightly in hand. The imposing doors of the house loomed over him and he again felt the urge to just run away. Instead he pressed the call button on a intercom beside the door.
"Yes! Who is it" Came the curt male voice from the intercom
John swallowed before replying, "I'm here for the Exhibition. The names John West."
There was a short moment of silence before a he heard a buzzing sound and was told by the voice to step inside. Heart in his throat John stepped inside.
There was a Doorman waiting for him,although he looked more like a bouncer to John's eyes. He took John's name and his invitation, checking it against a clipboard he held. Satisfied he turned and led John deeper inside. The place was huge, instead of the usual design of a single large staircase in the centre there were two off to either side. Both of them curved the main atrium, leaving a wide open space that went up to a high white ceiling.
Looking straight ahead, John could see straight through what looked like the kitchen and out to the garden. He could make out maybe a dozen people milling around in the garden, even from here he could tell they were all naked and he found his eye drawn to what he realised with surprise where two men sat beside the pool. One of them was sat on a sun lounger with his legs spread a the other was bent over his lap. his head rhythmically bobbing up and down. A few feet away there was an elderly woman talking animatedly to a younger woman, seemingly unaware of the scene going on a few feet from her. There was something so surreal about it all that John felt the urge to laugh out loud, it was only his nerves that kept him silent.
"This is your first event isn't it sir?" Asked the Doorman.
John snapped back to the now, "Eh, yeah." He stammered in reply.
The door man nodded solemnly.
"Then allow me to explain the layout." He said, gesturing to the two doors that led off from the atrium on either side.
"The downstairs is mostly for conversation, it is split by the two kind of sexual relations you may seek." He pointed to the left doorway, beyond which he could see a crowd of people, all in varying degrees of undress. "The left of the house is for those who seek to practice "safe" sex," He added, pointing to the large bowl of brightly colour foil packets by the door. "We provide prophylactics to meet your needs free of charge."
Turning back to the right door, "the right side of the house is for those that wish to practice unprotected sex. Everyone here has passed the same checks as yourself. Everyone here has been certified disease free."
Finally he directed John's attention up the stairs. "The upstairs is for those who seek purely sexual relations and the split is much the same." He turned back to John who was trying to take this all in. "You are not required to undress but we do ask that you remove your socks and shoes. we can also deposit any valuable in our safe for you. If you wish to undress we can provide a robe."
Finally the Doorman handed John a small pamphlet before leading him to a side room where there were small changing rooms. Thinking back to the way he had seen the other people dressed, almost uniformly nude or in the red satin robes that hung from the wall in the changing rooms. He decided it would be better to change. Whilst he stripped his clothes off he looked at a large notice that had been screwed to the far wall.
At the top of the notice, in large script where the words "RULES OF PLAY" below these was a list of the rules. The core points were that you must ask permission before touching another person in any way and must also stop whatever you are doing if asked. There was also a reminder of the split of the rooms and a warning that breaking these rules could lead to being expelled from the party and possibly prosecuted. Pulling on the robe and handing his clothes over to the Doorman John stepped back out into the atrium.
Needing a drink to steady his nerve, he headed to the kitchen. Walking into the kitchen he saw five people milling around a table that had a variety of drinks on it. The people in the kitchen all seemed to have some form of clothing on and were locked in conversation with each other. As he watched he saw a few people playfully fondle each other before walking away with each other, either into one of the other rooms or out to the garden area. Looking out to the garden John caught site of the two men again. As he watched he saw the man receiving the blow job put his hand on the other man's head, pushing it further down on to his cock as he screwed up his face in pleasure. After a few seconds he released the other man's head, his slick cock falling from his mouth. Then the other man grabbed his head and, holding his mouth open, poured a stream of semen from his mouth to the other man's.
John was shocked, partly at what he had just seen and partly at how unfazed every other person seemed by it. He should not have been surprised really, the kind of people that come to swingers parties are not going to be fazed by the sight of two men trading cum. Heading over to the table he poured himself a rum and coke and tried to collect himself.
Wandering over to a door that led into the right side of the house he saw that it seemed to be split into several rooms. From where he was he could see a living room area that was mostly taken up by a huge semi-circular couch. A few people were relaxing and chatting on the couch so John wandered over and took a seat, sipping his drink.
Taking in the rest of the room he saw that there were about 10 people spread around the room. It seemed to be an even split between men and women most of which were either wearing the same kind of robes as John or nothing at all.
