It was a nice Friday night, and my friend Diamond and I were getting ready to go to this exclusive swinger party. It was easy to mistake us as a couple because of the strong chemistry we had. Although she was like a little sister to me, I often wondered how sex would be with her.
"I can't believe I'm actually going to do this," I said. "I should have known you had something outrageous in mind."
"You said your sex life had not been the same lately so I'm trying to spice it up for you," Diamond said. "Places like the one I'm about to take you always do the trick."
"How many times have you done this?" I asked.
"This will be my third time doing this," Diamond answered. "I don't know what my man does when he's with his friends, so I do me. Men are going to be men, and women are going to do their thing when their man is gone."
Riding in my white Audi R8, I was astounded how stunning Diamond looked in her black one-piece backless dress. She looked as gorgeous as she did on her wedding day. I laughed to myself thinking that Diamond's famous husband did not know how wild and sneaky she was. I just prayed that this swinger party would be worth my time.
We arrived at the upstate New York mansion around eleven, and the scenery of the location resembled something out of Desperate Housewives. Diamond knocked on the door twice. A tall white man wearing a blue suit answered the door and introduced himself as David. We introduced ourselves and David invited us in. He asked did we had any problems finding our way, and I told him no.
Inside the mansion, a dozen elegantly sexy people mingled beneath the gentle moonlight of the European chandeliers. The nice soulful sound of R&B music blended smoothly with the soft conversation going on. It almost felt like a lounge for the grown and sexy. Diamond was a natural in this kind of environment as she immediately caught the eyes of a tall, bald black man and got on the dance floor with him.
I stood solitary observing and could not believe that people actually participated in these social gatherings with strangers. All the guests had wedding rings on and did not mind sharing their partners. I did felt a little out of place, as I kept on checking my Audemars Piguet timepiece and realized time was moving slowly.
A flawless-looking Latina with bronze skin approached me with a killer smile. Her body was lethally curvy and it was easy to tell that she spent hours in the gym to maintain her fit figure. I always admired a pretty woman who took special care of herself like a sports car.
"How are you doing, mister?" she said. "I'm Jessica. What is your name?"
"Nature Boy," I told her with a smile.
