Chapter 1
Jack
Don’t get me wrong, I am completely faithful to my wife of seven years. But I am married…not blind. Having a dozen bikini clad women frolicking in the pool in front of me is like eye candy to my senses.
From time to time, I have noticed couples disappear into the house for suspicious periods of time. Not knowing Lacy’s coworkers well, I have no idea of who is married to who. It seems like when the couples reappear, they drift to different people around the property.
I had barely been in the pool for five minutes when a woman came up from under the water to press the front of her body against mine. When I glance down, I see that her fully tanned tits are hanging out of her top.
“Damn,” I gasp as I gawk at her lovely soccer ball sized tits mashed against my chest. “I intend to be your first when you join the club,” she told me when she finally stepped back and stuffed her tits back in her barely there bikini top.
“Club?” I asked curiously. “You’ll have to talk to your wife about that,” the gorgeous brunette answered.
I stayed in the water for quite some time to let my boner go away. While I was soaking in the deliciously cool water, I noticed that Lacy had three women crowded around her. One of them was the brunette with the huge tits. Probably a 38EEE.
I felt a bit discouraged when the women would look over at me and then break out into giggles. What is so damn funny about me that they feel the need to giggle? Did the brunette tell them about purposely exposing her stunning tits to me? Would Lacy really find that to be funny?
I am in a sour mood as I drive Lacy home after the pool party. “What’s the matter baby? Cat’s got your tongue? You haven’t said a word to me since you got out of the pool a couple of hours ago,” Lacy asked.
“Maybe I don’t like being laughed at,” I answered tersely. “I saw you with those women laughing at me. How would you feel if I was standing around with some other men laughing at you?” I asked.
When Lacy tried to answer, I cut her off saying I wasn’t interested in what she had to say. Without another word, I locked myself in my den and refused to answer when Lacy begged me to come out.
I was out of the house Wednesday morning to avoid talking with Lacy. Besides, I had an early tee time with my best friend Rick. He is also a writer like I am except that he writes a national opinion column that he sends to New York weekly and they publish it throughout the US.
During our round of golf, I told Rick about everything happened yesterday.
I told him about the couple who would disappear from time to time not necessarily with their own spouses.
I told them about the brunette who exposed her tits to me and said she wants to be my first when I join the club.
Then I told him about the women glancing over at me and giggling.
“Damn buddy, it sounds to me like you were at a swinger’s party,” Rick told me. “What would make you say that?” I gasped in disbelief. “Jeri and I have been swingers for several years now and that sounds like some of the parties that we have attended,” he answered me with a grin,
“What? I’ve known you all these years and you never told me?” I asked in an annoyed tone. “It’s nothing personal Jack. It’s just not something that Jeri and I advertise,” he told me.
While we completed our round of golf, Rick told me not to feel slighted. “I just didn’t know how you would react. Plus, Jeri and I try our best to keep our swinging friends separate from our normal friends,” he added.
“Normal? I don’t know whether I should feel good about that title or insulted,” I chuckled. “I just didn’t know how to say that Jeri and I fuck other people for entertainment,” Rick said.
“So you see all that as entertainment? Don’t you worry that some man could steal your wife away from you? I mean, there are a lot of good looking men out there with big cocks,” I asked. “Don’t you worry that she could get hooked on someone else?” I added.
“That has not been a problem so far. We go to parties or to our club and have a ball with other people. Then we go home and fuck like there’s no tomorrow. Swinging has deepened our marriage and made our sex life smoldering hot,” he told me.
It was just noon when I got home from the round of golf. Lacy was waiting for me in the kitchen table with a flute of white wine in hand. “You need to sit down and listen to me,” she told me in a serious tone of voice.
“I need to shower first and then we can talk,” I told her curtly. “No Jack…Now!” Lacy hissed. “I tried to make things up to you last night and you were an ass who would not talk to your wife and listen to reason,” she rasped. “So sit the fuck down and listen to me now,” she growled.
In a bit of defiance, I went to the counter and poured myself a cup of coffee. Then I went to the table and sat down. “I’m all ears,” I groused.
“We were not laughing at you Jack. We were giggling because we all thought that you were so cute and so unaware of what was going on around you,” Lacy told me.
“What was it going on around me that I was unaware of?” I asked. “We were at a swinger’s party yesterday. And every one of those women wanted desperately to fuck you,” my wife told me. I was dumbstruck.