The problem with Rendezvous swingers' magazine was that it only came out once a month. Some months you would reply to adverts and get no responses and this meant that you would have to wait another 4 weeks until the next issue came out before you could try again. Other months you might hit the jackpot and get a response from everyone you sent a reply to. The month I met Ruth and David (and also Lesley) was a bit like that. I'd replied to three couples and got back three replies.
I've already written about how I met Ruth and David and this was by far the most important event of my swinging career but the other two, although one-offs, are still worth a mention.
The first couple, and I can't remember their names, were from Birmingham. They were looking for a bi-guy and had included a picture of a very attractive thirty-year old woman in their advert. I'd been a bit worried about saying I was bi but the girl looked really attractive, so I thought I'd bluff it. In any case after meeting Ruth and David I didn't feel a fraud on that point any more.
We agreed to meet up one night at their flat and I drove my old mini over to Birmingham. When I got to the flat and saw the surrounding area I was a bit worried that the car wouldn't be there when I got back. The flat was in one of those really ugly 1960's tower blocks, a bit like Nelson Mandela Towers in the TV show 'Only Fools and Horses'. I made my way up in the lift, knocked on the door and was greeted by the attractive girl in photo. She was a real peach. Dressed in a tight top and very short skirt she had long blonde hair and a lovely fair complexion. So it came as a bit of shock when I saw that her partner was some out of shape forty year old bloke. He looked like he had just come in from a night at the working men's' club. Something didn't seem right, she was far too good for him and I began to wonder if she might have been a prostitute. But there seemed to be genuine affection between them.
They had a small pool table in the lounge and we got to know each other over a beer while we played pool. When it was her turn to play she'd make a point of bending right over and sticking her arse in the air. Every now and again he would get up behind her and simulate fucking her. She would wiggle her arse for him and push herself into him. I didn't know if I was supposed to join in but felt it safest not to, just in case.
We had nothing in common. I was a student while he worked at a foundry and she in a factory. I felt uneasy but they didn't seem to care.
"So, would you like to fuck her?" the guy said to me out of the blue.
"Very much so," I said.