The surprise party went better than expected. Beth never suspected a thing. The look on her face when we walked through those doors and were greeted by all our friends and family...well, it was priceless. Throughout the week, we kept in touch with Roger and Candy. I appreciated the fact that, although Roger had both of our numbers, he only interacted with me. It displayed a level of respect, I felt.
We agreed to meet them for dinner the following week. When we greeted them at the restaurant, we exchanged warm hugs and kisses as though we were old friends. Our conversation flowed freely and easily, and we all laughed so often, our faces hurt by the end of the night. We asked them many questions about swinging, and they answered every one of them honestly and thoughtfully. They also shared many stories of their experiences, and of others they know "in the lifestyle."
When they walked us to our car at the end of the evening, Candy and I shared a long and lingering kiss. I was grateful that she was wearing flats that night, as I would have felt completely emasculated standing on my tip-toes to reach her lips. I hadn't kissed another woman like that since the day I met Beth, and it felt both strange and exciting. The entire time we kissed, I couldn't help but think that I shouldn't be doing it. The taboo nature of that kiss only made it more thrilling.
I learned that Beth shared an equally exciting kiss with Roger while standing behind us. She told me that his hands roamed down her back, and he squeezed her ass, sending waves of electricity to her most intimate areas. By the time we returned home, she could hardly keep her hands off of me, and we had an amazing session in bed that night.
During our dinner together, Roger mentioned a swinger party that was held at a private home in a neighboring town. He encouraged us to attend with them, and we told him we would consider it. Although the concept seemed exciting, it was more than a little intimidating. Dancing and drinking with swingers at a public nightclub was a big step for us to take. Attending a party with swingers, where people would actually be having sex, was an entirely different concept.
"I think it might be fun," I said to Beth that night, as we lay in bed, enjoying the afterglow.
"I just don't think I'm ready for that," she said.
"We don't have to do anything," I assured her. "We could just check it out, and see what it's all about."
"That's what we said about the nightclub. And look how that turned out."
"Yeah, we made a couple of new friends. That's a good thing, right?"
"You know what I mean. What if someone starts hitting on us, and expecting us to have sex with them?"
"Remember what Roger said? No means no. If you don't want to have sex, just say no. It's like the swinger mantra or something. Besides, Roger and Candy will be there to protect us."
"Yeah, I guess. I'll think about it."
***
The day of the party arrived. Beth finally agreed to attend, but on the one condition that we wouldn't have sex with anyone that night except each other. I happily agreed to that condition, as my curiosity about that party had consumed my every thought during the week.
Beth went shopping earlier that day, and when she emerged from our bedroom wearing the new clothes she had purchased, my jaw dropped. She wore a tiny black cocktail dress with spaghetti straps, three-inch heels, and the necklace I had given her on our fifteenth anniversary. She smiled when she saw the look on my face, and did a nice little pirouette for added effect.
"Wow," was all I could manage.
"Oh, and that's not all I bought today," she announced with a naughty smile. With that, she slowly lifted her dress in front of her, revealing a pair of tiny black silk panties.
"Fuck it," I said. "Let's stay home tonight instead."
She giggled, and shook her head. "Too late," she said. "You've already convinced me to go. You can't back out now."
Just as I was about to respond, I received a text. I read it, and then gave Beth a look that caused her dimple to disappear.
"What?" she said.
"It's Roger," I responded. "Their kid is sick. They have to back out."
Beth's eyes widened. "Is he okay?"
"Roger said he'll be fine, but they have to take care of him," I reported after typing out a response. "What do you want to do? Should we stay home?"
She flashed me a pouty look. She had gone through so much effort to look her best. It would have been a shame to let it go to waste.
"Let's go," I said. "We'll have fun without them."
Her smile told me everything I needed to know.
***
We arrived at the address of the party, and were amazed by the size of the house. It was more of a mansion than a house, really. Their long driveway was filled with cars, and we had to park a fair distance from the door. We knocked at the door, and were greeted by a friendly-looking woman, who welcomed us to the party, and then reminded us of the forty dollar entry fee.
The house was filled with people. I estimated there must have been fifty people spread throughout the many rooms on the bottom floor, and when we passed the massive stairway, dozens of others were milling about at the top of the stairs. Music blared from a speaker system, which was drowned out by the raucous conversations of the crowd.
It was a "bring your own booze" party, and I had packed a bag filled with a bottle of wine for Beth, a corkscrew to open the bottle, and a few beers for me. I found a stack of red Solo cups on a table, and poured Beth a drink.
"Okay," Beth said. "Now what?"
"Now...we mingle," I answered.
As we made our way through the crowd, I noticed once more than most of the swingers in attendance were around our age. There were a few couples that appeared to be in their twenties, and they all seemed to congregate together. The really attractive people seemed to gravitate toward one another as well, and it appeared that many of the people seemed to know each other.
We entered what appeared to be a game room, and found a pool table that wasn't being used. I asked Beth if she wanted to play a game, and she happily agreed. We had just pocketed our first ball when we were approached by another couple, who asked to join our game.
Beth and I played several games against them, and although we enjoyed their company, we didn't want to give them the wrong impression, so we parted ways to avoid any awkwardness. We spent the next few hours talking to different couples, and then swiftly moving on to talk to others. Everyone was so friendly, and so nice. Remarkably, this party was no different than any other we had ever attended.
"I just want to tell you, you look amazing in that dress," a man said to Beth at one point during the night.
"Thank you," she said, blushing a bit, both from his comment and the wine.
"Why haven't I seen you before?" he asked.
"It's our first time here," she said.
"Ah, that explains it," he said. He held out his hand. "Randy," he said.
