I peered out the kitchen window watching Paul finish cutting the lawn, which he does faithfully every Saturday morning. It was three days since I'd met the man that I hoped would become my lover. Jerry had promised me that he would call me to set up our second date, but he apparently was going to break that promise. I'm somewhat disappointed because after the incredible sex we'd shared on Wednesday night, I honestly expected him to call. I've received more than a dozen new inquires on the Swingers web site but decided not to reply to them since I expected Jerry to contact me again. I was beginning to think that perhaps I should move on.
Paul finished cleaning up the mower and walked into the kitchen from the garage. His tee-shirt was wet with perspiration, and he looked overheated.
"Can I get you a cold drink?" I asked.
He wiped his brow with a paper towel as he replied, "That would be great."
I filled a large tumbler with ice then poured freshly brewed tea over it nearly to the top. Paul sat down at the kitchen table, and I handed his drink to him. Living with the same man for all these years, I knew that he would gulp the entire tumbler to quench his thirst, so I stood by his side, holding the pitcher of tea until he set the empty glass down. "Thanks, Hun," Paul said as I refilled his drink.
"It must be pretty hot out there," I mentioned as I sat down across the table from him.
He replied, "Smokin, I could have started earlier, but then the grass is still wet, and it clogs up the mower."
Paul took another large gulp of his tea then asked, "Have you heard from what's his name?"
I couldn't recall if I told Paul his name, so I answered, "His name is Jerry, and no, I haven't heard from him even though he said he'd be in touch."
Paul seemed to want to pry as he asked, "Have you snuck out during the day to fuck any other men?"
His question angered me a little, so I sternly replied, "No, Paul, but I could have."
He smiled at me and asked, "You've gotten more offers for a quick suck and fuck?"
As Paul continued, I grew even madder. "I've received several inquiries since Wednesday, and no, I haven't replied to any of them."
"Let me guess, you're waiting for Jerry to contact you again," Paul remarked, his tone of voice somewhat sarcastic.
"Perhaps, but I'm considering other options," I answered.
Paul laughed then said, "Other options? What other options besides meeting strange men for casual sex are there?"
I got up from the table and poured myself a glass of tea then sat down beside him. It was clear that he had a one-track mind on how the swinger lifestyle works. In his narrow-minded conception, a man would contact a woman trying to elicit casual sex, and if the woman agreed, a meeting was arranged so they could fuck. I decided to fill him in on some of the other possibilities.
"One possible option would be to attend a meet and greet where like-minded individuals gather at a local pub or a hotel ballroom to mingle and get to know lots of people," I explained.
Paul wanted to demean my choice to join the swinger's community as often as possible and replied, "So it's like an organized meat market, pick your favorite cut and get a room to fuck."
"Why do you always have to speak so nasty about all this?" I questioned.
He laughed and answered, "Cause in my mind, it's not only nasty but also very wrong."
"Well, I'm sure you'll think this possibility is very nasty. I could choose to attend a private party where a swinging couple opens their home to invited guests. There're usually more men than women at these parties. At first, everyone is together drinking, dancing, and just getting to know each other, but as the night progresses, people pair up and head off to a bedroom." I said.
He grinned and said, "Sounds like an invitation-only meet and greet."
"Yes, but at these parties, once a couple finishes, the man leaves, and the woman remains in the bedroom. The first man sends in the next one interested in being with that woman, so basically, she gets to enjoy as many cocks as she wants." I explained.
I had to assume the mental image of me on a bed waiting for a series of men to walk in with one, and only one thing on his mind excited Paul a little because he answered. "That's perfect for you, Dianna, one strange cock after another filling every and any hole they want."
I smiled at him and answered, "I have to admit that's something I'm planning on trying soon."
"Anything else?" Paul asked, seemingly amazed at the nearly endless variety of ways that I could pleasure myself.
I saved the best for last and said, "You know how much I love sucking rock-hard cock."
"You've made that abundantly clear lately," Paul responded.
I continued, "Well, I was in a chat room the other day, and the conversation was about glory holes. If you're interested in anonymous oral sex, a glory hole is perfect for you."
"Where do you find these glory holes," Paul asked.
I smiled at him and answered, "Porn shops mostly, they have video booths to watch porn movies and someone drills three or four-inch holes in the sidewalls between the booths. Anyone who wants to suck cock with no interaction except the actual hard cock goes inside, then men who want their cock sucked line up and one after another stick their erection through the glory hole. Some of the people in the chat room admitted to sucking off a couple of dozen men in one extra-long glory hole session."
