This is Jesse's story; these will be her words, her thoughts, her emotions. My sole purpose is to present her story to the reader in a readable manner, in an accurate manner, with no editing by me. She made me promise to do this, as she asked, and I promised. I always keep my promises to Jess.
Her Story
The next couple of years, our lives got really crazy with our individual careers, leaving less time than we had before to indulge our occasional walks on the wild side. We were really pleased with our little circle of playmates, and wished we could have more time to play, but that wasn't the reality we lived in.
My jaunts with my 'guys' still happened but with much less frequency, and I was really okay with that; I missed the threesome- two guys for me-thing, but I survived nicely, thank you.
Kathy and I still saw each other, more so than I saw the guys; on occasion we'd have a three-way with a friend, Sue, which was always fun, so it wasn't so bad, all in all. We managed to see Rick and Teri every six months or so, which was always foursome fun with good friends.
So as I said, not so bad at all. Ray never pushed an agenda; we still took it one day at a time.
"Want to go to a swinger's party?" Ray asked as I stirred the sauce.
"What? We never go to those things," I said, "What party?"
"Wait, I think I mis-spoke," his eyes scanning a paper in his hand.
"Okay, from the top. Would you like to go to a swinger's
social
?"
"And that's different, how?" pouring the sauce over the beef.
"No fucking in the Ballroom, though, you would think with a name like 'Ballroom'….." his voice tapering off.
I laughed and dropped the dish on the floor. We ate pizza, and our dog, Bob, loved us even more.
About a year or so ago we attended a swingers' social with Harry and Vicki. That's where I first met Kathy; but anyway, everyone had to register of course, and we would receive quarterly calendars of 'events'.
We talked about the pros and cons of going; but the more I thought about it, I figured we were 'owed' a night on the wild side even though it was a 'hands-off, pants-on' affair, no sex allowed.
I figured it couldn't hurt just to look at the 'eye candy'; explaining my thoughts to Ray, he thought for a moment and agreed. He suggested that we go by ourselves this time, without Harry and Vicki, and if we saw them there? We'd say "hi, good to see you." I was good with that.
So, we marked the calendar.
It was a different hotel, but the same scenario; register outside the main ballroom, a special wrist-band so 'crashers' can be spotted, and the big ballroom, with tables toward the walls, bar in a corner, the middle area open, for socializing and 'cruising'.
Honestly, neither of us recognized a soul, all the faces being new, to us. Not a terrible thing, I thought to myself, as we casually walked around, nodding, 'looking'. Nearing the bar, I suggested we grab a table and drinks, sit our butts down, and watch the parade stroll by.
"Makes perfect sense to me," Ray agreed.
We were there only fifteen minutes when a couple, ordering at the bar, looked our way as we looked theirs and we all clumsily nodded 'hello', like we knew each other.
They laughed, as we did, so we all introduced ourselves, and we invited them to sit at our table for a drink. Kurt and Brenda were their names; average looking, not knock-outs, but not 'kick-outs', either.
Like I said, average folks, like us.
They were very nice, very funny and we were soon ordering another round as we gabbed away, none of us, perusing the strollers. The conversation drifted into talk between spouses, Brenda and Ray, and, Kurt and I.
Nothing clandestine, just the dynamics of the event; it's what happens at these things.
There's something that I find attractive, almost sexy, in people; the ability to listen, to focus on the person you're talking with, you know, paying attention.
Ray has it; it's what drew me to him when we met.
Kurt had it as well and as we talked, I found him to be, more and more, someone I'd like to know better, maybe even, have a foursome romp with. Brenda and Ray seemed to be getting along just fine, so, I thought, we'd see where this accidental meeting leads. They invited us to come by their place for a nightcap, but as late as it was, we passed but asked for a rain check.
Driving home, Ray commented that they seemed like a nice couple and I agreed, adding that Kurt really knew how to keep a woman interested, batting those baby-blues like he does. Ray said that he noticed that too but that I didn't seem put off by it. I admitted that there was some sort of physical attraction but I couldn't put my finger on just what it was.
"Did you want to go over there tonight?" Ray asked, "I mean, you should have let me know," apologetically.
I assured him that I didn't want to accept their invitation that night, I really didn't, but I did say that, should they call-we had exchanged numbers-that I wouldn't be opposed to getting together with them, to see if there was some sort of chemistry between us.
He agreed, adding that he was getting some vibes from Brenda when they talked, interesting vibes. So we agreed, should they call, we'd accept an invitation to get together, if they called, that is.
How about the next day?
~
The phone rang; I answered, and heard Kurt on the other end. Ray was golfing with his boss, so it would be I that fielded the call.
I'll give him this; Kurt is a smooth talker and before I knew it, we had gabbed for about a half-hour, about all the world's ills and who knows what else, but it was a pleasant gab-fest, Kurt remaining a gentleman the whole time.
He finally got to the reason for the phone call; he was inviting us to a cook-out at their place next weekend, if we were up for it. I thanked him and accepted for the both of us, Ray and I having already agreed, the previous night.
"What can we bring?" I offered.
"For me?" Kurt answered, "Just those pretty green eyes of yours would be enough. For Brenda? You better bring along Ray," laughing.
"Works for me," I said, "we'll see you guys next weekend," getting directions before he hung up.
~
The weather was warm and Kurt had suggested that we keep it casual dress; shorts, tees, flops, my kind of 'dress up', and I told him that would be fine, I liked casual.
He also had asked, when he and I talked, if we were 'tubbers'. I assured him that we were indeed, and that we used ours several times a week.
~
Driving the half-hour trip, Ray and I both seemed a little 'jazzed' by the evening that lay ahead. Ray said that he thought it was simply the 'newness' factor of Kurt and Brenda, mixed with the fact that we had been somewhat absent from 'the scene' for a while.
You know, I thought to myself, he isn't wrong.
We were welcomed warmly into their home, both dressed casually, as we had discussed.
When we saw them at the social, Brenda didn't appear to be 'all that' physically, nice, but not a knock-out; the Brenda that opened the door, however, was definitely 'all that' with great legs and ass, and well-endowed in the bust department, probably a 36D, maybe, DD, but definitely a couple of handfuls I thought as I admired her body.
Following them out the back door to their deck, there was another couple out there already, and younger than the four of us.
Ray and I exchanged a quick 'radar warning' glance, but kept this unexpected wrinkle, to ourselves, as we moved towards the couple to be introduced. Kurt apologized for not calling me back and telling me that we'd have other guests, but inviting Dave and Vera had been a 'last minute thing' when their weekend trip out of town was cancelled.
Dave and Vera were indeed, younger; Vera was twenty-five, and Dave was a year older. Vera worked with Brenda, which is how they were friends. At forty-four and thirty-eight, respectively, Ray and I were definitely the 'old fogies' at this gathering. Kurt and Brenda were in their early thirties, it turned out, but to us, age is just a number; always has been.
The six of us seem to meld into a workable, friendly social group quickly. The 'young-uns', holding their own, conversationally, with us 'older folks'.
Vera was a honey-haired blonde with long legs that seem to go on forever from her hips, and with an ass that most would kill for.
Dave was lean with a cute 'baby face' that made him appear even younger than his real age. But they were really nice folks to be around, so this impromptu grouping seemed to be working on all levels.
Kurt had prepared some white-wing doves on the grill, the meat succulent and very flavorful and Brenda did a marvelous job with the side dishes and salad. The wine was good, very good, and the comfort level within our little gathering was high, for us all, it appeared.