I was excited about our first swinger's party at Lance and Jill's house. I guess it was because of the unexpected. I asked Becky several times if she was as excited as me. She said that she thought it would be fun. The way she said it wasn't very convincing.
Saturday arrived and the party was to begin at six. Jack gave us the directions to Lance and Jill's house. It was in a gated community on the North Shore of Lake Pontchartrain. Lake Pontchartrain is the northern border of New Orleans. The neighborhood consisted of mansions situated on very large lots, three acres or more.
We pulled up to a large plantation manor. It had several large columns across the front porch. The lawn was manicured. A line of large shrubs blocked the view from the prying eyes of the neighbors. The shrubs acted like a privacy fence.
Several cars were parked in the driveway. We were one of the last to arrive. We had planned to arrive after Christy and Jack so that we knew at least one couple.
Lance and Jill met us at the door. I recognized them from the club the week before. I hadn't spoken to either of them at the club, but I remembered Jill. She was about 5'3" blonde hair and a tight little body. She had all the right curves in a small package. You could tell she worked a lot on her tan. There was no sign of a tan line. She had a body to kill for, flat stomach, perky tits, and an ass that you could sit your drink on.
We were introduced to four other couples and a couple of single women. Dress was casual. It was just like any other back yard get together. Everyone was wearing shorts or a bathing suit. One guest, Ben, was helping at the grill. He was cooking burgers, hotdogs and sausage. There was a well stocked bar next to the grill with soft drinks, wines, beer, bourbon, gin, vodka, and rum. Most of the men were sipping on a beer or scotch while most of the ladies drink wine. A few were taking a dip in the pool. Everyone was making small talk and getting acquainted.
Lance maneuvered Becky away from the group describing the garden. The back of the lot was covered by an vast garden with tall bushes and flowers interlaced with several paths. Once a person went a few feet down one of these paths, they could not be seen by anyone in the back yard. It reminded me of a maze. Lance was telling Becky that once his guests were settled, he would be glad to give her a tour of the garden if she wanted. Becky thought that would be great.
By the time we had eaten and had several drinks, the sun was beginning to set. As the sun lowered in the sky, so did the inhibitions. People began to pair off. Clothes began to disappear. Skinny dipping was in fashion.
Lance chose this time to slip away with Becky. He wanted her to himself, and he didn't want to be disturbed.
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I had my eye on Jill and a cute blonde with whom Jill spent a lot of time talking. I noticed them glance my way several times.
I learned from Christy that the blonde was Peggy Stanton. Peggy was carbon copy of Jill, except that she may have been an inch taller. Her breasts were a little larger in proportion to her body, and she was a few pounds heavier. She always arrived alone and left alone. She was married, but apparently her husband wasn't into swinging. I assumed that Peggy was either keeping it hidden from him or he didn't care. If he didn't care, the guy had to have someone better or he was gay. My money was on gay. Peggy would be hard to beat.
I was still nervous about doing anything with Becky around. With Lance and Becky out of the way, I felt comfortable enough to make a move. I strolled up to the two and said, "I want to thank you again for inviting us. This is a great party. The guests are wonderful. Everyone is so friendly."
Jill looked at me and laughed, "Well, this is a swinger's party. Of course the people are friendly. They are here to meet people and to fuck. You have already thanked me twice. What do you really want?"
"You saw through it. I wanted you to introduce me to your friend here." I confessed.
"Why didn't you say so? Peggy meet Forrest. Peggy is my best friend. We often share secrets and other things." Jill replied with a devilish grin. The way she said "other things" made me wonder just exactly what she had meant by that. My imagination was running wild. I hoped that I was right.
We heard a scream, and our attention was diverted to the pool. Bob had Christy on his shoulders. Jack had a good looking brunette on his shoulders. She had been introduced to me as April. The girls were trying to push the other off the man's shoulders into the water. There was a lot of screaming and splashing going on. Both women were wearing string bikinis. The tops tied around the back and behind the neck. The sides were tied to together too. As they were fighting, Christy reached around April and pulled the strings dangling from her bikini. Her bikini fell into the pool. April retaliated by grabbing the strings on Christy's bottom and pulling the bikini off. Tit for tat. Off came April's bottom and Christy's top. Christy and April dived into the water and came up with Bob and Jack's trunks. Now all four of them were nude. I knew that this was going to be a fun party.
I turned back to Jill and Peggy. Jill said, "I understand that this is your first time at a swinger's party. You don't need to be bashful. It would save you a lot of time to speak your mind. Be direct. What do you have on your mind?"
Well, shit! She told me to be direct. I was going to just what she said. "I want to fuck you both. I just can't make up my mind which one to fuck tonight. Is that direct enough for you?" I still can't believe I said that. As soon as I said it, I wanted to take it back. If I could have found a hole, I would have crawled into it. I wish I could blame it on the booze, but I hadn't had that much to drink. I fully expected both of them to throw their drinks in my face.
"Why don't you fuck both of us?" Peggy replied.
"What?" I couldn't believe what Peggy had just said. The blood rushed from my face. I had gone beet red to being white as a sheet.
