A Swinging Affair Ch. 01
Prologue -- How the Swinging began
This chapter doesn't contain any actual sexual activity, but it introduces the protagonists and explains the basis for what follows
"If I couldn't cook better than that, I'd cut my throat." said Alice.
"If you couldn't cook better than that, I'd have done it for you." replied Andy.
That exchange had taken place after a less than satisfactory meal had been eaten by the four couples who regularly dined out on the first Friday of every month, hence, the Friday Club. The members of this group were all of a similar age, in the mid to late forties, all of whom had known each other for many years, several dating back to school days shared together. They were all successful in business, and, having got their children off their hands to university or work, felt free to indulge themselves in regular dining where they could also catch up with local affairs -- networking, or gossiping, whichever you prefer to call it. They also had conveniently alliterative names, which makes it easy to identify who goes with whom, so let's identify them, with some of their memorable features.
Len and Linda Large were a pleasant couple who looked "normal" from a distance, but if they stood near some height reference point, like a really "normal " person, the fact that he was six feet eight inches tall while she was six feet two did did become more significant. They were both physically well proportioned, so much so that Linda's gorgeous big breasts looked just right, not big knockers as they would have appeared on a woman of smaller stature.
Sam and Sue Small were almost comically the opposite of the Larges. He was five feet two inches, she was four feet ten and a half -- as she said, the half matters. Again, their lack of height wasn't obvious without height reference, but when they stood close to the Larges, it looked a bit ridiculous.
Charlie and Christine Church were just a normal sort of couple, but, unlike the others, they were regular churchgoers, or, at least, she was. He was less enthusiastic, but he did attend occasionally. She was noticeable in the group as being rather prim, always dressing very conservatively and never showing a trace of cleavage and generally wearing clothes that disguised whatever figure she may have had underneath. She was always very quiet, never swore and drank very little.
Andy and Alice Average were sort of -- well, average. In appearance, stature and behaviour they were unremarkable, except for the fact that they owned a very large company that they had built up from nothing by sheer hard work.
The Friday dinners took place in various restaurants around their homes. Although they generally had a good time, this was the second occasion on which the food had not been up to scratch. After a lengthy discussion, it was agreed that they could cook the food better themselves, each lady being competent in the kitchen, sometimes aided or hindered by their husbands. They decided to rotate the cooking amongst them, and some excellent and imaginative meals were produced.
One of the advantages of eating at home was the opportunity to relax in comfortable surroundings after the meal, usually with a glass of something interesting. The conversation was usually wide-ranging, and one evening, somebody mentioned a case that had been reported in the local press about a swingers' club that had been closed down by the morality police, for no obvious reason. This introduced the topic of swapping partners, with various opinions being aired, the consensus appearing to be that this wasn't a good thing, but then Andy threw a small verbal grenade into the conversation.
"Aren't we being a bit sanctimonious here? I'm sure we've all looked around at other people's partners and had a little thought that it could be fun having a light or, perhaps, not so light, flirtation. The fact that we haven't done anything about it -- or at least, I haven't -- doesn't mean that we aren't guilty in thought, if not in deed."
There was a long silence, till finally Charlie chipped in.
"I think you're probably right, Andy. I'm prepared to admit that the thought has crossed my mind that we have a group of very pleasant ladies here, and, although I'm very happy with the one who shares my bed, I doubt that I would throw any of the others out, if she were daft enough to climb in with me."
The silence this time was even longer, and somewhat uncomfortable, which was eased by Andy pouring another round of drinks. This time it was Linda, who broke the silence.
"If anybody was drawing a cartoon of us just now, it would be fascinating to see what words would be put into the balloons above our heads. I'm not sure I've consciously considered alternative partners, but I suppose subconsciously I've taken in the fact that none of you men is too hideous, and could perhaps provide a few moments of interesting entertainment."
"Oh, for goodness sake, let's have a vote and see if we fancy having a partner swap." This contribution surprisingly came from Christine. "I think we'll soon find that when it comes down to action, there won't be a lot of enthusiasm for the idea."
"Now you've put the cat amongst the pigeons, Christine" said Andy, " let's really embarrass ourselves. I've got the voting balls for the golf club membership entry. We have a set of black and white balls and the committee vote secretly by putting balls in the bag. If there is a black ball, the person applying for membership is rejected. No one has ever done it yet, now it'll be fun to see how many black balls we have amongst us. I will go and put a bowl of black and white balls on the table in the hall, and the voting bag beside them. If we take it in turns to go into the hall and put a ball into the bag, then we can see how many of us fancy swinging, and how many aren't daft enough to even think about it. Everyone happy with that?"
There was a general agreement that this would be an amusing thing to do, so Andy went and set up the balls and bag. They then each took it in turn to go into the hall and register their vote. Andy went last, and he returned with the bag. He set it on the table, and then began removing the balls one by one.
One, white. Two, white. Three, white. Four, five, six, white. Seven......white. The tension in the room was palpable. This was all just a joke, wasn't it? They couldn't seriously be considering exchanging partners? Surely at least one of them would have voted against it. Andy's hand went into the bag and came out holding between his fingers another white ball. There was a stunned silence, broken at last by Alice.
"Well, what a randy, immoral bunch of people we are. Are we really going to go ahead with this? And if so, who's going with whom, when, where and... dear, oh dear, what have we done?"
"I think another drink is called for." Said Andy.
"Andy, people should be driving home and I think perhaps we've had enough already. Although perhaps I've got a better idea. The kids are away so their bedrooms are empty, we've got the guest room made up and, nobody has to go to work in the morning, seeing as this month Friday has turned out to be a Saturday if you see what I mean. So we can all get completely pissed tonight and sleep here. By the way, I'm not suggesting we do a partner swap tonight."
There were more drinks, and a rambling discussion went on, with everyone a bit too embarrassed to dare to start talking about just what they were going to do about putting into practice what they voted for. At last, Charlie spoke up.
"Come on, we're all pussyfooting around what we are going to do. Andy's the best organiser around here, why doesn't he come up with one of his cunning plans and see how we get along with that."
Andy agreed to give it some thought when he had sobered up, like tomorrow morning. After that they had another round of drinks and then went to bed. In the morning, Alice cooked them all a good breakfast, after which Andy came up with his proposals.
"Firstly, is anyone wanting to back out of this daft idea? No? Okay, so this is what I propose. First I'll write a program so we can select partners on a completely random basis. We'll do that here on Friday afternoon, and then each couple will go to a different hotel, which we will have booked in advance, and spend Friday night till Sunday morning together. I'm suggesting that we should repeat this monthly for three months with a fresh partner so that we will have each committed adultery with each other. What happens after that, assuming that we have any marriages left, remains to be seen. Any comments?"
"What it must be to have a logical mind when you are planning to screw somebody else's wife. I can't believe that we are really going to go ahead with this lunatic idea, even if I am licking my lips in anticipation, but in case we are, this seems a sensible method."
This contribution was from Sam, and the general feeling was that Andy should go ahead and put the plan into practice. At this point the couples left, and one may imagine the conversations that took place during the next month -- well, you may imagine them, as the author of this epistle I'm having a struggle -- after all, what would you say to your nearest and dearest after you'd both agreed to go and screw your best friends' dittos? However, no one chickened out, and they duly gathered on the afternoon of the first Friday of the next month at the Average's house to discover what programme of debauchery Andy had dreamed up for them.
"Right, I've booked four hotels, none of them too close to home, so that reduces the chance of running into folk we know and trying to explain why we've not got our own husband or wife. The programme is all set up on the computer, it's done so that whoever presses the start can chose random alternatives, the one thing it won't do is pick your own spouse, while next time -- if there is one -- it will also eliminate the chance of a repeat of the previous choice. All clear? Oh, and it picks the hotel at random. Go on one of you, Linda, press start."
"Before I press go, I need to warn you men. Len and I have talked this over, as I expect the rest of you have, and have come to the conclusion that, as we have committed ourselves to adultery with our friends, we really should make the best of it. If we are not careful, it will just be like being unpaid prostitutes, lying there and letting our friends' husbands fuck us. We have realised that after over 20 years of marriage we have hardly ever talked about sex, we've just done it without really asking each other what we could do to get the maximum pleasure. So I'm going to tell you men exactly what I like, and what I'd like you to do to please me, and I hope you ask me the same question. I don't see why we shouldn't all benefit from an improved sex life afterwards, and maybe have a lot of fun in the process. So there! And now I'll press go."
Before anybody could comment, Linda, stepped forward and gingerly moved the mouse to Start and clicked. The screen immediately listed the pairings, and the hotels they were to go to:
Charlie Church with Alice Average
Andy Average with Linda Large
Len Large with Sue Small
Sam Small with Christine Church
There followed a lot of chatter about who was going in which car, but after a few minutes the overnight bags were loaded into the appropriate cars. There were hastily said goodbyes, and eight people finally committed to setting off on an adventure that could easily break up their marriages.
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