I awoke early on Labor Day and went for a run. When I returned I found Jared and Julia in the kitchen having coffee. They were nude.
"Well hello," I said. "I can see I'm a bit overdressed, but I thought the festivities didn't start until your 'Labor Day Service' starts."
"That's true," Julia responded. "We were just checking out our wardrobes for tonight."
"Yes, we wouldn't want to be overdressed," Jared said. "And it helps us get 'in the mood,' so to speak, if we walk around naked all day."
"I see zero risk of your being overdressed," I responded as I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat down. Even though I had just run four or five miles, I could feel my dick stirring beneath my running shorts as I looked at Julia's big breasts. "And based on my last few days here you two seem to be always in the mood."
Jared laughed, "Oh have we shocked you Michael? I would never have thought we could shock or embarrass you after some of the parties you and I went to in college. I think you've spent too much time staring at a computer screen."
"Probably," I laughed in response. "But no, I have not been shocked, embarrassed, or offended by my last few days here. Perhaps a bit surprised, but not in a bad way."
"Good," Julia said. "So, are you coming to our party tonight?"
"I think so, but tell me about it. What am I getting into?"
"Well," Jared responded, "it's a select group of friends, perhaps forty tonight, all of whom live in the Boise area. They come from all walks of life from grocery clerks to lawyers and doctors. There are even a couple of politicians. Some are members of our church and some are graduates of our marriage counseling program. They all know each other."
"But," Julia said picking up the explanation, "they all have one thing in common."
"They love," Jared said, jumping back in, "having sex in a large group."
"So they're swingers?" I asked.
"Most are, but some aren't," Julia responded.
"Yes," Jared continued. "Most are there to have sex with people they aren't married to, and then there's a one or two couples who want to fuck their spouses, and only their spouses, while they know others are watching, and a few just come to watch, and maybe masturbate, while they watch."
"It's a very diverse group," Julia said. "but I wouldn't call any of them prudish."
"No it sounds like they are anything but that," I said.
"So are you going to join us?" she asked. "I promise you'll have fun. You're a newbie so there will be a lot of women who will want to 'try you out'."
I laughed. My had my life changed over the last few days, but that was the reason I had left Palo Alto. I needed a change. "Sure, why not," I said.
They explained the details of where and when and provided me with the bar coded invitation needed to get in. They also explained that they would be gone all afternoon making sure the caterers that had been hired had things set up properly before they were sent away. Once the party started no one was allowed in but members of the group and a few of their guests. The caterers would come back the next day and do the cleanup.
I spent the rest of the morning and afternoon continuing to play with the new software idea I had begun developing, but like most of the last few days, my ability to focus on code was impaired by my libido. Nonetheless, I fussed with it until it was time to leave for the event.
My car's computer got me to the address Jared had given me. It was in a suburb to the west of Boise called Eagle. There was a remote controlled gate and an ID system that you had to clear before you could get on the property. It was quite clever. There was a bar code on each invitation and a reader on the gate that would open the gate only if the bar code was correct. Each bar code was unique and checked off against a master list of invitations issued when it was scanned. That prevented a single invitation from being copied and used more than once. They didn't want uninvited guests. The house was at the top of a long uphill drive with ample parking space. It was a huge house, built by someone with money to burn. Jared had told me that one of the group's members owned the place and made it available. A gentleman at the door checked me off against a list of invitees and then let me in, telling me that the group was gathering in the living room to the left.
I didn't know quite what to expect as I walked toward the living room. Was I about to walk into a room full of naked people writhing on the floor? As it turned out it was a room full of fully clothed people, approximately the same number of men and women, standing around in small groups chatting amiably, cocktail in hand. Pretty much like any other cocktail party I had ever been invited to. Finding myself in a cocktail party where I knew virtually no one, I did what I always do in that circumstance—I went looking for a bar.
The barkeep looked at me for a moment and then asked, "New member?"
"Not sure," I responded. "I'm a friend of Jared Christensen and I have been staying with him and his wife Julia for a few days."
"Oh, yes. We've heard of you. I understand you drove Julia nuts all week."
"Word does get around," I said. "Can I get a drink?"
"Sure, what'll it be?"
"Scotch straight up."
"Nervous?" he asked as he poured my drink.
"Yes," I said as I took a sip of the scotch. "I'm a bit of an introvert so large groups like this aren't my favorite thing."
"You'll do fine," he said. "Once the first woman comes up to you and starts sucking your cock, without being asked, you'll forget all about being nervous."
I laughed. "I suppose so."
"Do you work these parties regularly?" I noticed he didn't have a tip jar out.
"Working isn't quite the right word. You won't see anyone here tonight that isn't part of the club. Instead of bringing outsiders in, we take turns doing chores like this. The guy checking people in at the door is an off-duty cop, but he is also a member. He will lock the door once everyone on the list has shown up. Once the party gets going you won't see me back here anymore. Most people only want one drink. Too many impairs performance you know."
I took my drink and nursed it carefully as I wandered about the room chit-chatting with people. Everyone seemed to know I was the new guy. Some of the women were quite enthused. They were a touchy-feely lot.
After about half an hour Jared stood up on a chair at one end of the room. "Good evening everyone. So nice to see you all again. As those of you who are members of my congregation know, the key to my preaching are the simple words, 'Love thy neighbor and thyself, and have no fear, God will look after you.' Well tonight we are here to focus on 'love thy neighbor'," He paused and smiled, "Or perhaps thy neighbor's spouse. So I want to see a lot of love here tonight."
The crowd cheered in response.
After they calmed down, he continued, "First a couple of introductions. To my right, my new friends, Andrew and Sandra. Andrew and Sandra have been taking my marriage counseling class and are excited to be here with all of you, so please try to make them at home." Sandra smiled and waved, but looked more than a little nervous. Andrew looked even more intimidated, barely pulling his head up long enough to waive in response to their introduction. I hope this goes well for them, I thought.
"And somewhere tonight is my old college roommate Michael. Michael, where are you? Hold your hand up. I know I saw you mingling earlier."
I waived and then Jared said, "Ladies, I want you to know Michael taught me every sexy, nasty, deviant thing I know. Before I met him, I was an innocent virgin." He paused and then said, "And look at me now." There were cheers and hoots from the crowd. When they settled down Jared continued. "It's all thanks to Michael, so take good care of him ladies." There were women all over the room who were looking at me like a fresh piece of meat on a plate. Oh my, this was going to be quite an evening.
"Now ladies and gentleman, let me bring up a man you all know, carnally and otherwise, our good friend Mayor Bill."
Jared stepped down and the Mayor stepped up. He was the same fellow who had been acting as barkeep earlier "it's great to be with you again. I have to tell you being with this group is way better than chairing a city council meeting. There I get yelled at and booed. Here I get laid."
The crowd roared in response. He beamed. Like all politicians, he loved adulation.
"All right, all right. It's time to get this evening started." He looked to one side and interrupted himself, "Wait not yet Carol," he said, looking at a woman on the other side of the room. "It's not time to take your clothes off yet. Sometimes my sister gets a little carried away folks, but she's not the only one. Remember folks this isn't going to be a 'rip off the clothes and stick it in' group, is it? That would be crude. And we are not barbarians. We are Epicureans. And Epicureans savor and enjoy their pleasures. There is no need to rush from partner to partner to partner tonight. Just let your tastes wander and enjoy where they lead you. The evening should be about quality, not volume. So now I want each of you to turn to the man or woman nearest you and shake hands. You can introduce yourself if you like, but names don't really matter much here, do they?"
"No Carol," he said loudly to his sister. "That's not his hand. No one keeps a hand behind a zipper." The crowd roared in laughter.
I felt a light tap on the shoulder and I turned to find myself looking down at a stranger. Definitely female. Just not one I knew. Oh well, that's what this is about isn't it. We shook hands and I said, "I'm Michael."
"I know," she responded. She smiled and said "Every woman in this room knows you're Michael and we knew it before your introduction. Julia told us, . . . well let's just say she said you were definitely worth knowing, especially at an event like this."
