I just got my first invite to one of John's wild parties and I was thrilled. His parties were not just wild, there were swinging parties, nothing but an orgy plain, and simple However, there was one problem, it was couples only, and I knew of no woman who would accompany me to such an affair. After racking my brain for two days, I finally had to go to John and tell him I couldn't scare up a date.
On the Friday before the party, John called me and said he had an offer and he wanted me to come over to discuss it with him. I went straight to his house with hope in my heart. He let me in, gave me a beer, and offered me a bar stool.
"Dennis I might let you come to the party stag if you'll do me a favor."
I jokingly asked him who he wanted me to kill.
"Oh it's nothing that nasty, it's just I want to video tape the party and I understand you know you way around a camcorder. You're welcome to come, have all the fun you can stand as long as in between you tape as much as you possible."
He went on to say that, everyone would be asked to sign a release and if anyone felt shy, he would provide them with masks to hide their identity. I said it was funny that people would show off their privates but hide their faces. Of course, I accepted in a heartbeat and as I left, he gave me the camcorder to take home so I could familiarize myself with it.
On the big night, I arrived as excited as I was on my first date. I walked to the door behind a man and a scantily clad woman, I decided I might as well get started on my new job so I turned my camera on and started taping. There was a man standing at the door passing out release forms and when the woman bent over to sign, I got my first beaver shot of the night. There were no doubt a lot of swingers here and I noticed there weren't too many wearing masks.
I wanted to take in the whole house first so I wandered around checking out the action in all the different rooms. The house was so large and with so many rooms, it felt as if I was in a maze. I kept finding niches and corners all filled with people in different stages of undress. I had yet to find anybody fucking, and I guessed the reason was because the party had just started. I looked up to see many couples heading for the back of the house so I followed them. In the back was the poolroom, no not a room with a pool table, although he had one of those too, but a room with a large heated swimming pool in it. The couples kept filing in, stripping off their clothes, and jumping in the warm water.