Stacey felt terrible about being bored. Sean loved this part. He loved meeting new people. He enjoyed flirting with new women. He loved the smiles and the hugs and the sneaky hands on arms or thighs or bare backs. He liked having a drink or two, bullshitting with the husbands and then seducing the wives back to the hotel room.
It was hard to believe that swinging could be boring. It wasn't that she was opposed to it. It wasn't that he was one of those domineering husbands that drug his wife to these things in order to fuck other women. He had even suggested they not go. Sitting at dinner the night before he had suggested they blow off the meet and greet. It wasn't close to the house. It wasn't one where their other friends were planning to go. If she didn't want to go, he was fine with a quiet night at home. For a moment she considered her options. "No, we will go. I know you are looking forward to it," she said. It was a horrible backward sounding way to cover what she was thinking.
Yes, she was bored with "the lifestyle," and was not looking forward to mixing and mingling yet again. She was still excited to go, however. No, she was not enthusiastic about striking up 100 conversations with 100 strangers or the touchy-feely flirty part of the whole evening, but they had a hotel room at the inexpensive chain hotel a block away. At some point in the night, he would meet a new couple. They were above average looking, at least for their age. He was good at the pickup. At some point, he would be talking with some new couple, and she would reach over and grip his forearm — her signal that she liked the male half of the couple.
She hated the meet and greet, but it was a necessary part of the whole ordeal because without it they wouldn't get to the good stuff.
She would never admit it to anyone, ever, but she loved what came after. She was merely there to get fucked — the harder and more impersonal the better. Her husband was a good lover, and if she had to make do with only his cock for the rest of her life she would be fine, but the fact of the matter was, she didn't.
If it was going to happen though, she was going to have to get back in the game. She didn't have to say or do anything in particular. She just needed to stay close to them. She was tall and blonde with a large chest. No one was going to say no to him while she was standing there. Sean was always nice about letting her chose.
She had ordered a glass of wine though, and the bar was busy. She was still waiting on it.
"Hey there," a man's voice said from behind her.
"Hey," she replied without turning around.
"Bored?" he asked.
"No. I'm fine." she lied. He placed a hand on her ass. She resisted the urge to push it away.
"Bullshit." the man said, calling her out. He pressed himself even closer to her. His hand moved from her ass to her hip and then as he pressed his hips against her ass so that she could feel his erection moved higher until it cupped the bottom of her breast. "Are you sick of your domineering husband dressing you up and parading you around these things like some kind of slut."
"Are you calling me a slut?"
"Not at all." the man said. "Wanna fuck?"
"Really?" she asked. "You are just gonna go straight to wanna fuck?"
"Yes."
"Where?"
"I'd say parking lot, bent over the hood of some strangers car, but its cold. We should go in the bathroom."
"In public."
"Yes."
"What if we get caught?"
"With this crowd? they will just Jack off and hope they get asked to join in."
"What if my husband catches us?" She was enjoying herself finally. She needed her wine. She needed to pay. She needed a cock stuffed in her from behind in the men's room.
"He can wait in line with the others."
"Do you have a condom?"
