The white two-story house sits roughly a hundred feet off the road. A sign identifying Athena Social club stands about thirty feet from the sidewalk. A walk comprised of red brick cuts through the lawn to the front door.
My boyfriend Todd and I had passed the place many times over the past 3 years, sometimes asking ourselves what goes on inside. We were to learn that swingers gather there, perhaps to spice up their relationship.
My name is Stephanie Colton. At age 46 I've been divorced for 7 years. Four years out of that not very good marriage Todd and I met through a dating app.
At 5' 9, my figure is vase-shaped and "The girls" are 34 D. The boyfriend stands 5' 9. He has the lean physique of a man accustomed to long dstance running. Within days of our first chat through the dating app running together became a daily routine.
Becoming swingers is a whole other story. I'll just say that a 4th of July poolside get together with our friends Ron and Alicia had turned into an orgy. That was 3 years ago. Though nothing like it has happened since then, the notion remains alive in Todd's subcoonscious and mine.
A warm Saturday morning in May found us having coffee on his balcony. As the smoke streamed from my lips the notion to be a swinger rose to the surface. I took another deep pull on my Salem Light 100 then proposed it.
Todd chuckled at the suggestion.
"If you could fuck a big name actor who would you do?"
"I don't know. I never thought about it."
"Hon, I just want an idea who might attract you if we go to a swingers club."
"What does that have to do with actors?"
"A body type and face," said Todd.
"Ok. I like tall but not too tall, say between 5 9 and 6 0. Bow-shaped lips are sexy. I like a Roman nose."
Todd didn't reply so I put a question to him.
"What are you attacted to in a woman?"
"Boobs," he replied.
"You and every other man I know," I quipped.
By 7 a.m. I had taken a shower and slipped into a purple sleeveless, square neck, low back mini dress. In front of the mirror behind my dresser I was just starting to do my makeup when Todd came into the bedroom.
"How long does it take to put a face on?"
"I don't watch the clock. I just do it."
Probably 15 or 20 minutes after answering his querie I finished my makeup with a shade of pink lipstic.
There was several seconds of silence. "I just have to do my nails and brush my hair then we can go."
"Women take a Long time to get ready."
I grinned then replied. "Men seem to like us this way."
While he was still watching I painted my nails dark red and slipped in black 3-inch pumps.
Todd put his arm inside my arm and we walked to the blue Toyota Carolla.
We waited just a minute, maybe less, after the ringing the doorbell. A woman with neck-length blond hair, blue eyes and full red lips opened it letting us inside.
"Welcome to our swingers party. We hope that you'll have a pleasureable evening."
"I think we will," I replied.
We entered a large room furnished with love seats and coffee tables. Blue lights cast a hue on furniture. I scanned the room as did the guy who brought me. Only a few couples populated the room but they all seemed to be enjoying their stay, making small talk and flirting.
Guests went up to a well-stocked bar.
About two minutes into my stay I saw a potentinal pickup. A strikingly handsome 6-footer, he was wearing a navy blazer over a teeshirt. A light-brown trimmed beard framed is face.
