The Group
I wasn't sure what to wear and George was no help at all. I decided it had to be something middle of the road ... not too dowdy ... not too risquΓ©. I settled on a thin blouse and a figure-hugging knee-length skirt. Knowing my blouse would not conceal my bra I chose a white one with lots of lace. The only way to avoid any panty lines with this skirt was to go without.
Once ready I joined George in the lounge.
"Are you as nervous as I am," I quizzed.
"Hard to answer, not knowing how nervous you are," he said, "But I am a little apprehensive. I think a couple of gins will provide us the fortification we need."
A little after eight having finished our gin we left.
Wenche met us at the door and having taken our coats led us into the lounge.
Casting my eyes around quickly I was glad I wasn't more provocatively dressed. A couple of the women wore trousers, Wenche was in a long skirt, and the other two wore dresses. I knew we were the youngest couple but it was hard to guess the ages of the others. There wasn't one showing any signs of being overweight; in fact they were all pretty trim and that included the males.
"Could I have your attention, please," shouted Wenche. "I'd like to introduce our new neighbors, Marion and George Clarke. They have just recently moved here from the UK. George works for a merchant bank and Marion, like me, is a lady of leisure. Tor, will you introduce the others while I get Marion and George some wine."
"Sure," replied Tor. "Let's start on the left with Lars and Tordis. Lars runs a construction company and Tordis is a nurse."
"Next to Tordis are Pierre and Martine. Pierre works at the French Embassy and Martine does some teaching. Martine's lucky in that she only works mornings."
I recognised her immediately as the woman with Wenche the afternoon of George's office bash. What a change from the sensual beauty writhing on the bed with Wenche ... I was now looking at a conservatively dressed lady in a calf-length skirt and low heels ... the long hair was neatly plaited and she was wearing specs so typical of those worn by teachers.
"Next to Martine are Morten and Gerd," he continued. "Morten is a lecturer in law at the university here in Oslo and Gerd is a competitor in medical practice but a dear friend nevertheless."
"Moving right we've got Rita and Terry. They're from Canada but both have Norwegian roots. They've been in Oslo a couple of years or so. Terry works in the oil sector."
She looked so different fully clothed. It was hard to imagine that it was the same woman we'd watched cavorting with Tor and Wenche. Did she know she'd been the catalyst for this party, I wondered?
We circulated and chatted to all of the couples but not one had given any inclination as to what held this group together. Just before midnight we chose to depart ... leaving the others to their deliberations.
Back home we concluded the last thing we could imagine was we'd been talking to a group of swingers. But in a sense it only reinforced our wish to join them.
We phoned Tor and Wenche the next day and said we were game.
The Visit
A couple of days later Lars called and asked if he and Tordis could visit and tell us more about the group. We agreed on the following evening.
Both were casually dressed. Yet again no outward indication of their mission
"We're all glad that you're both keen to join and I'm pleased to say the group's decision was unanimous. I'm not sure how much Tor and Wenche have mentioned but I'll try my best to give you the full picture.
"The group was formed 10 years ago and the founding members were ourselves and your neighbours, the Johanessens. Over a few years we grew to six couples and we've tried to keep that number which we feel is the optimum size.
"Safe sex is our paramount goal. We have two medical practitioners in the group who screen new members but regularly check existing members. The cardinal rule is no sex outside of the group. Prior to joining the group you'll need to submit to a rather intimate questionnaire and exam."
George and I both nodded.
"I'll tell you a bit about our activities. The group activities are every second Friday. We alternate between couples and threesomes. For couples' night the lady of the host house stays ... her husband travels ... as does her partner for the evening. On the threesomes' evenings again the lady of the house stays and is joined by either a couple of gents or lady and gent. The host ladies like to have half an hour to themselves so husbands are requested to leave at seven and guests should not arrive before seven thirty. Evenings end at eleven and husbands should not arrive home before eleven fifteen. I've written a program that selects the partners randomly and sends out emails securely. The travellers are told where they are going ... the hosts are not informed who's coming. The emails are so secure ... not even I know the assignations other than my own. It all adds to the suspense and excitement.
"Now I apologise if I'm sounding rather crude but I need to discuss anal sex. If anal sex takes place a condom must be used ... no ifs or buts. A lady indicates her willingness by placing condoms in a visible position ... bedside table or wherever. Condoms can be introduced during a session but not withdrawn and ladies can change their preference from session to session to suit her mood.
"Now I'm glad that's over. All of our ladies are openly bi but not all the males are. If you are uncomfortable by an approach, George, just say 'no thank you' ... no offence will be taken.
"A couple of times a year we have what we call a weekend away. The male makes the arrangements, buys the tickets, and sends meeting arrangements in an email to our secure email system which strips out the originator's name and forwards to the lady. Passports should always be taken and only the equivalent of carry-on baggage."
Tordis chimed in. "The weekends away are lots of fun and allow the group to get to know each other much better ... bringing us closer together."
"In addition," continued Lars, "We have the occasional surprise evening ... maybe the males are the hosts ... maybe the ladies wear blindfolds and so on. It all adds to the mystery and the fun. I forgot to mention that almost anything goes except heavy bondage, water sports, S&M, and other end of the spectrum activities. But, and I emphasise, but only if it's consensual and in this sense it's the lady's call. If she says no then no it is ... anybody breaking this rule will be expelled. We want to have fun but we want to be sure our wives are safe and comfortable with their situation. I can add we've never expelled anybody yet.
"A final practical point. When the husband leaves the main door should be left unlocked. The guest should ring twice so the lady knows it's her partner. He should enter, lock the door, remove any outer wear and make his way inside. We've found this to be the best arrangement ... the ladies are not always suitably dressed to be meeting guests at the front door," he finished with a broad grin.
It was Tordis' turn again. "It may seem that we have lots of rules but don't be put off they're all for our wellbeing. If you've got any questions you can call us or ask Tor and Wenche. We hope you're not put off. The group really wants you to join. If you decide to go ahead let us know and we'll arrange the exams."
"There's no need to wait," said George. "We've already decided and nothing you've said tonight changes our mind. Does it, Darling?"
"No not at all."
"Oh we're so pleased ... a full house again," said Tordis and with that she gave me big hug. It was hard to believe I would soon be in bed with this beauty with my husband's blessing
The Exam
The next morning I got a call from Tor's surgery.
"Good morning, Mrs Clarke?" she asked.
"Yes," I replied.
"I'm the receptionist at Doctor Johannesen's surgery. I understand from him that you'd like an appointment for an examination. He's fully booked today but said he could see you at five this evening."
"That'll be fine," I replied.
"I'll let him know you're coming," she said before hanging up.
Not knowing exactly where his surgery was I found the address in the phone book and checked the map. It was on the tram route so would be easy to get to.
Around three I started to get ready. I showered and dressed ... nothing too provocative ... white undies ... hold-up stockings ... sleeveless pinafore dress ... rounded off with a jacket. I grabbed my handbag and left for the tram.
It was just before 5 when I arrived at the surgery. When I tried to open the door I found it was locked so rang the bell. To my surprise it was Tor himself who opened the door.
"Come in, Marion. The surgery normally closes at 4 so I'm on my own," he said.
