6 comments/  61795 views/  1 favorites

Swingers' Halloween Masquerade Ball

By: BOSTONFICTIONWRITER



I dedicate this story to Gina, my wonder woman. It was fun while it lasted and I will never forget you. We will always share a special bond.

*

Bright lights, big city, Gina discovers romance, sex, love, and life after marriage. She discovers the Swingers' Halloween Masquerade Ball.

The Swingers' Halloween Masquerade Ball is the best of the swingers' social dances because the average person will do things that they never dreamt they would ever do once they are in costume, once they have a mask concealing their true identity, and once they have consumed a couple glasses of wine.

You would be surprised what a vixen that second grade teacher from Boston is when she is dressed as Snow White. Suddenly, she is in a circle jerk with seven men and they are not dwarfs. You did not know that Samantha fantasized every day for months about servicing several men at once. Now, surrounded by men with their hard cocks out and at the ready, this is her fantasy come true and she is insatiable in her desire to get each one of them off with a hand job and/or a blow job. She wants to see their desire for her on their faces and in their eyes. She wants to see them cum. She wants to control their lust with her body. She wants them to cum in her mouth.

"You have a nice cock," she said stroking him to hardness. "It is so big. I can't wait to suck it," she said, looking up at the man standing in front of her with his pants down around his ankles, while jerking off the man next to him. The other five men watched and eagerly waited their turn with Snow White.

"Hi ho, hi ho, we will cum with Snow, hi ho, hi ho, hi ho, hi ho, hi ho, hi ho."

Soon she will return home with the memory of this evening until the next dance when she will come as herself and not in costume. Perhaps, then, she will not be as sexually adventurous, outrageous, and true to her fantasy, that is, until she is in the privacy of her hotel room.

"Hi ho, hi ho, we will cum with Snow, 'cause there is no one here to know, hi ho, hi ho."

You would be surprised to know that the woman who is licking the pussy of that buxom blonde is your sweet librarian, Mary, from your home town. She is dressed as Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. 

"Are you a good witch or a bad witch?" The blonde asked her.

"Oh, I'm not a witch at all! I'm Dorothy, from Kansas," said Mary.

Yeah, we bet you are...Mary, the librarian. 

"Well, close your eyes, Dorothy," said the blonde, "and tap your ruby shoes together three times, and think to yourself that there's no place like home, there's no place like home, there's no place like home because I am about to cum and we are both going home to Kansas."

You did not know that Mary was bi-sexual. You did not know that she had the hots for blondie all night while watching her sitting there sipping her wine dressed as Marilyn Monroe with her husband wearing Joe DiMaggio's old baseball uniform. You did not know that after they go at one another for an hour or so that she and her husband, the Tin Man, will retire to blondie's room where they and their respective husbands will have a wild foursome and we are not talking about golf or bridge but sex.

"Batter up, Joe." 

That sexy Milk Maiden kneeling in the corner giving that man dressed as a Hells Angel biker a blow job is really your sweet and personable school crossing guard, Kathy. Yeah, picture her in her orange crossing vest, police cap, whistle, and holding a big stop sign instead of her wearing those knee socks, short skirt, low cut top, and with those long, blonde braids. 

"Got milk?" Or in the case of the Hells Angel dude, do you want to be milked?

She is here alone tonight. Her husband, home alone watching the football game while drinking beer and falling fast asleep in his recliner, thinks that she is at a Tupperware party.

"Good night, Honey. Don't wait up for me. You know me with Tupperware."

"Okay, Doll, I'm just going to watch a little football before I do all those little things you have been nagging me about for the past five years like fixing the light socket."

You would be surprised if I told you that Kathy will do this, giving a blow job to several men before the evening is over and before she must return to her husband and to her uneventful and unfulfilling life as a bored housewife and school crossing guard, that is, until the next swingers' dance at New Year's Eve when she is invited to, yet, another Tupperware party.

There in the corner dressed as Sonny and Cher is Kevin and Julie. Oh, you remember them. They are at church every Sunday. She conducts Bible study class and he collects money for the homeless. 

"And the beat goes on...I got you, Babe."

You would not have recognized them had I not pointed them out and you would have walked by them. I bet you did not know that they were swingers. I bet you did not know that Julie loves having another man, a much younger man, join them during their most intimate of moments. I bet you never would have guess that Julie is a screamer when she cums and that Kevin loves seeing his wife tied up to the bed posts and blindfolded while watching a young man ravish her sexy, naked body.

Here you are at your first swingers dance and it is the best dance of the year. It's exciting, isn't it? How do you like it so far? Are you having fun? This is the Swingers' Halloween Masquerade Ball. Go ahead and look around the huge room and admire the creative and erotic costumes of the swingers. Do you see him? There on the dance floor is your mechanic from the Shell Station dressed as a pirate, the perfect outfit for him remembering how much he gouged you the last time he fixed your car.

"Ahoy!"

What about him? There in the middle of the floor is the real estate agent you commissioned to buy your home wearing the costume of a bank robber, another appropriate outfit remembering how much you overpaid for that new house.

"Stick 'em up!"

Look, next to him is the lawyer who helped your son when he was arrested for drunk driving, wearing a judge's costume.

"Here cums the judge! Here cums the judge!"

Oh, and there is the emergency room nurse, the one who patched up your son after his accident, wearing of all things, a nurse's costume.

"Nurse, there's something wrong with my penis. Can you blow on it and make it bigger?"

People like you, swingers, and you never would have guessed had you not seen them here with your own eyes. Yet, relax. Don't worry. Even if they recognize you dressed as Papa Smurf covered from head to toe in blue food coloring and your wife dressed as Betty from the Flintstones, you are safe with their secret, too. So, go ahead, enjoy yourself. Get down, get hot, and get sexual because you are among friends, very, very close friends. 

The Swingers' Halloween Masquerade Ball is the dance that draws the most couples. Last year, 300 couples attended, and 50 single men and 100 single women were allowed to participate. Preferably, the activity is geared for couples but there are some who are looking for a third person for a threesome. Too many single men in attendance are discouraged, as they tend to get out of hand after having a few drinks and the organizers first priority is to maintain the safety of their guests.

A requirement of the city and enforced by the hotel, there is a policeman at the door and plenty of extra hotel security on duty, so that partygoers do not get too rowdy. It is held at a hotel, after all, and the hotel's management does not want naked people fornicating in the public areas, lobbies, corridors, restrooms, and the stairwells of the hotel. Further, swingers are requested that they cover their scantily clad costumed bodies with a coat while walking to and from the function. The hotel does not want their open sexuality imposed on the other patrons of the hotel, who do not share their opinions about sex.

The Swingers' Halloween Masquerade Ball is a fun way to relax and spend an erotic evening. The donation at the door is $75 a couple, $60 for single men, and single women are admitted free, for obvious reasons. There are a couple of bars at either end of the large function room that serve wine, beer, and mixed drinks with a huge buffet table that serves cold and hot food. The food is included in your admission price and the prices of the drinks are very reasonable. Generally, men attending a swingers' dance do not drink as much as they would if they were attending a sporting event, again for obvious reasons. They do not want the alcohol to interfere with their performance later in the evening. They do not want to be embarrassed and shunned should they appear, be recognized, and remembered at the next social event.

"Oh, don't go with Joe. He drinks too much and can't maintain an erection."

Some couples attend just to watch and join in the fun of a masquerade ball but chose not to participate in any of the swinging parties that happen after the dance. Some couples attend just to get inspired for their own sexual adventure in the privacy of their hotel room later. They get to dress up in costume and let their hair down without fear of someone casting judgment on them because they are dressed too sexy. This yearly event had been happening a dozen years without G.

Her name was Gina but they called her G because that was the reaction that men had when they saw her for the first time, "Gee, she's beautiful. Gee, she's so hot. Gee, did you see her?"

Stuck in a 20-year marriage, G was bored and wanted more. With the inattentiveness and verbal abuse of her husband, he had brainwashed her into thinking that she was unattractive and that no one else would want her but him. She did not know that she was beautiful. She did not know that she was hot. She did not know that she was desired by men and by women. She longed for attention, affection, romance, and love. She felt trapped. She was miserably unhappy and sexually unfulfilled as a wife and as a woman. She and her husband no longer had sex because he was getting it elsewhere.

"How nice—to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive." Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five. The soap operas burned a desire in her that burnt like an eternal flame, a guiding light; so to speak of what else was out there and, certainly, there was another world. She tired of watching the days of her life drift away so much like sand falling through an hour glass. She was still young and definitely restless. With only one life to live, she wanted to live it as one of the bold and beautiful. So much like a character on one of her soap operas on day time television, she wanted to be romanced, lusted after, wanted, and loved. Her life filled with a man who ignored her was a stark contrast to the lives of those who lived in her television set between 1pm to 4pm every weekday. As her little world turned to the edge of night, she could not wait to search for tomorrow to find out what happens to her favorite characters on General Hospital and to see if they finally come together with the men they secretly love.

Then, with the advent of the Internet, the promise of a more exciting life was there hiding in her monitor before her and was waiting for her to take a step forward and grab hold of it. Suddenly, there before her eyes were real people and not actors. Further, she could actually write to these people and they would respond. Moreover, many of these people wanted the same things that she yearned to have, romance, sex, and love. It was not like the life that existed only in the soap operas; this was more of a three dimensional, interactive life. This was something tangible that she could actually participate in and make her own. This was real and this was her opportunity for happiness and fulfillment.

She emerged like a tulip in the Spring. Much like Jay McInerney's character, Michael, in Bright Lights, Big city, who discovers that there is life without his supermodel wife, Amanda, she was suddenly awakened by the aroma of freshly baked bread. Yes, tulips and bread are the best analogies to describe an image of her, something new and something familiar combined in the makeup of her persona. Suddenly, she is alive again after being forsaken, dead, buried, and forgotten in a 20-year failed marriage.

G started writing to men on line. It was all so innocent conversation, at first, that past her time and made her life not only more tolerable but, also, more interesting. All the men, a dozen or so were scattered throughout the United States. Some sent her photos of themselves, some were nice and others obscene. All were lonely like her. G sent them one of her, a photo of a pretty girl in a plain dress. "Gee, you are pretty, they all wrote back." Weeks turned into months and G became more risqué. She started responding to the new men who answered her with semi-nude and nude photos of herself. An adventure with a web cam followed. G was hooked.

Her life with her husband was now a postscript that she mentioned when someone asked if she was married, single or divorced. Suddenly, G started telling everyone that she was divorced because the gap in their relationship was now too wide to bridge with any pretense of reconciliation. Her husband was already gone from her mind replaced with Tom from Connecticut, Gary from Rhode Island, Steve from New Hampshire, Jim from Maine, and Freddie. 

She didn't know where Freddie was from. Although she asked, he did not tell her. He did not tell her much of anything that was personal to him or about him but oh, how she loved receiving his hot e-mails. He wrote her such passionate e-mails filled with humor that she wondered if he was real. She wondered if she would ever meet him. She wondered how different and how better her life would be with Freddie instead of with her husband, who no longer loved her.

Then, she saw it, his latest e-mail hidden among all the others but standing out like a beacon was the only one that she saw and the one that she opened. It was an invitation to the annual Swingers' Halloween Masquerade Ball. He's a swinger. She didn't know how she felt about that. He's been with other women. How many other women? Does he think of me as just another one of those women?

She responded to his e-mail asking him question after question. What do they do? Who attends? What should I wear? I am so nervous. Really, no means no and, if I do not want to do anything, I just have to say, "No."

He sent her his photo and he was a dreamboat, tall and handsome. Now, she understood why he did not reveal his identity to her, he lived the next city over from her; all this time with all these dreams and he was living in the next city over from where she lived in misery with her husband. Oh, how cruel life is sometimes.

They met for lunch at a Chinese food restaurant and hit it off so well that she accompanied him home to his house where they had hot sex, sex that she had not had in years. If there was love at first sight, then she was in love with this man. Yet, he was intent of having her escort him to the Swingers' Halloween Masquerade Ball and she questioned how he could love her and share her sexually with another. Yet, he did love her. 

"A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved." Kurt Vonnegut, Siren of Titan.

She was a married woman after all and already she was cheating on her husband with this man she had just met on the Internet and now he wanted to introduce her to the swinging lifestyle. Suddenly, her life as a bored and unsatisfied housewife had gone full circle with a dozen men who wanted to experience the pleasure of her sexual favors.

She dressed as a wood nymph fairy with green glitter wings and he dressed as the boxer that he once was. They made a handsome couple and were both in demand by the other attendees at the dance. Couples came over to their table and introduced themselves. Men asked G to dance and women asked Freddie to dance. They had a wonderful time at the Swingers' Halloween Masquerade Ball.

Only, Freddie and G were not to be. He was her conduit to freedom. He was her escape. He made it all possible for her to consider the possibilities and to believe that she was no longer stuck, "Tweet, tweet...and so it goes." Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five.

Better to love someone than not to be loved and to feel love. She had gone so long feeling nothing and feeling empty that this Swingers' Halloween Masquerade Ball had opened her up and made her live her life, again. Her green glitter wings were symbolic after all.

Swingers' Halloween Masquerade Ball



This is a Halloween Contest story, please give me the support of your vote.

Swingers' Halloween Masquerade Ball

A long time coming, Jim finally coerces his wife, Julie, to attend a swingers' dance, the Swingers' Halloween Masquerade Ball. 

Scene 1: The Blowjob

While wishing she had remembered to buy kneepads from the hardware store, Julie assumed her position on her knees in front of her husband yet again. She unzipped his pants, pulled down his pajama bottoms, pulled down his sweatpants, pulled down his underwear, pulled down his bathing trunks, or fell between the legs of his naked body. Constantly, continually, and seemingly always, she was forever blowing her husband. Boring, boring, boring, it was all so very boring. She more felt like one of the prostitutes servicing Al Swearengen from the HBO series Deadwood.

Seemingly she was always on her knees giving her husband a frigging blowjob when he seldom gave her what she needed an oral orgasm. She couldn't remember the last time he licked her pussy to an orgasm. She couldn't remember the last time he pleasured her instead of only thinking of himself. Whenever he started fingering her pussy, always he'd stop when she was wet enough to mount her.

"Suck my cock, Julie. Suck it. Blow me, baby, blow me," he said with sexual excitement. "I need to cum. I want to cum in your mouth, on your tits, and all over your face," he said.

Always he wanted to cum somewhere different but somehow how no matter where he ejaculated, whether in her mouth, on her tits, or all over her face, him cumming always felt the same. There was nothing exciting about him ejaculating that was pleasurable for her. It wasn't always that way but now it was that way and she was so sexually frustrated that she could scream. Assuredly, there was no difference between her those women who lived in the 1890's. Sex was all about what the man wanted and what the man needed. Sex was never about her. Sadly, her hands, her mouth, and her pussy were just tools to pleasure her husband.

Now his thing, a recent thing, was to give her a cum bath. He looked at her as if she'd be just as sexually excited receiving a cum bath as he was sexually excited giving her a cum bath. Bad enough he was always wanting to cum in her mouth and wanting her to swallow his cum, whatever happened to him reciprocating? Whatever happened to him giving her as much pleasure as she gave him? Whatever happened to him licking her pussy in the way she constantly and continually sucked his cock?

"You like it when I blow you, don't you baby?"

She played his game while staring up at him with her big blue eyes so that he'd hurry up and cum in her mouth and go the fuck to sleep.

Every Saturday night it was the same old thing, her ending up sucking him while he talked about her having sex with another man and possibly even a woman. She only wished he wouldn't talk to her about such things until after his dick was out of her mouth. Ruining whatever sexual excitement she had for him, he ruined her sexual mood by talking about her having sex with someone else.

"I do, I love it when you blow me, Julie. Stroke me faster while sucking my deeper," he said reaching down to feel and fondle her big breasts while fingering her nipples. "I only wished you'd suck one of my friends so that I can watch you blow him while he fondled your big tits and fingered your hard nipples," he said.

She only wished that she as into blowing him as much as he was into having her blowing him. Only, instead of feeling any sexual excitement at all, she just wanted to get it over with so that they both could go to sleep. Maybe if he ate her first, perhaps if he gave her an orgasm or two, she'd more readily suck him while enjoying blowing him.

"I'll never have sex with anyone else but you, Jimmy," she said.

She hated it when he talked about her sucking someone else's cock especially when his prick was buried in her mouth.

"Maybe one day we can find another couple to have some sexy, swinging fun while exploring all of our sexual fantasies," he said annoying her.

If it wasn't so dark in the room, he'd see her rolling her eyes at him. If it wasn't so dark in the room, he'd see her making a gagging face as if she was about to puke. All of their sexual fantasies was all of his sexual fantasies. After the romance disappeared from their marriage, she no longer harbored any sexual fantasies other than to go to sleep. Sleep along with her dreams was the only peace she had.

"Don't get your hopes up Jimmy," she said stroking him faster so that he'd cum and she'd get this frigging blowjob over with yet again.

Enjoying himself, he humped her mouth and fucked her face while no doubt thinking of her blowing one of his friends. He was such a pervert. He never appreciated the fact that she's a faithful wife, a good woman, a church going woman, and was a virgin when he married her. All of that didn't mean anything compared to her agreeing to have sex with others. Seemingly all he wanted was to watch her having sex with another man and, perhaps, with a woman.

"Maybe one day, if you're horny enough and drunk enough, you'll change your mind," he said.

She suddenly had the urge to bite down on his cock to get him to shut the fuck up about her having sex with someone else. Instead of sexually exciting her, his constant dialogue of infidelity physically sickened her. She wished he'd talk about something else. She wished he'd talk about her. She wished her tell her how sexy and beautiful she is, and how lucky he is to have her as his wife. Only, his dialogue was always about him and about her with someone else.

"Cum Jimmy. Cum in my mouth baby. I want you to cum in my mouth," she said coaxing him while trying her best to get him to cum.

Allowing him to emotionally abuse her, she knew that it excited him to talk about her having sex with others. If that's what he needed do cum, she was willing to let him talk. She's rather that he'd cum sooner than later. Willing to do whatever she had to do to sexually satisfy her husband, she's given up on him sexually satisfying her.

"I'd rather give you a cum bath," he said.

It's not enough that she blows him all the time. It's not enough that she allows him to cum in her mouth and she swallows his cum but now he wants to give her a frigging, messy, sticky cum bath. He's been watching way too many porn videos. She'd have to wash her face and pick cum out of her hair again for him to give her another frigging cum bath.

"Not tonight," she said. "I'm too tired to get cleaned up all over again. I just took a shower and washed my hair. Just cum while imagining me sucking one of your friends. Image me sucking all of your friends. Imagine your friends gangbanging me and cumming in my mouth and in my pussy. Okay baby?"

As if a dormant volcano that suddenly erupted, Jimmy put a heavy hand behind his wife's head and exploded a week of cum in her mouth. An expert at sucking her husband, she knew how to get him to cum. All she needed to do was to tell him how much she wanted to have sex with his friends, even though she didn't and never would. Just the mere thought of having sex with anyone but her husband sickened her.

* * * * *

Scene Two: I'd like to watch you having sex with another man, maybe another woman too.

"I know that you'd never agree to have sex with another man," he said looking down at her with obvious disappointment while she slid up to him after he ejaculated in her mouth again. "Watching you having sex with another man is just a sexual fantasy that I have when masturbating. One day, if you're agreeable to it, I'd love for you to have sex with others, not so much individually but as a couple," he said looking up at her, obviously to see if her reaction had changed when he mentioned her having sex as a couple instead of her having sex individually.

A couple her ass. It made no difference to her if she or he had sex individually as a couple or alone. Besides, whether they were a couple or not, he just wanted to watch her having sex with another man while he had sex with another woman. Having sex with anyone still broke their marriage vows. He's insane. She knew he was just saying that about them having sex as a couple to ease her into having sex with another man before having sex with many men and before having sex with a woman. No way. Her having sex with anyone but her husband would never happen.

If it was up to him, he'd like to watch her having sex with another man. If it was up to him, he'd want her to do all of his friends. If it was up to him, he'd talk her into doing a gangbang or a circle jerk with three or four men or more. If it was up to him, he'd want her to have lesbian sex with a woman. If it was up to him, he'd turn her into a whore. Then, no doubt, once she became an insatiable whore and did any man and any woman, he'd divorce her because she was a whore.

"I'd feel like such a slut having sex with a stranger Jim," said Julie while acting so coyly demur and shyly modest, her normal state when it came to talking about sex, especially when talking about her having sex with others.

As if he had a chance at convincing her to try having sex with a man or with a husband and a wife, he looked at her and smiled. Only, there was no chance at all of her relenting to have sex with anyone but him. Her having sex with anyone but him would never happen and if he continued in this sexually inappropriate, disturbing way, she'd stop having sex with him too. Tired of living her life for him, she'd rather get on her knees to pray than to get on her knees to blow him.

"They wouldn't be strangers after we talked to them. They'd be our friends, our new friends, our special friends, our swinging friends. I imagine us finding a nice couple, having dinner, and after having a couple of drinks, the four of us retire to the bedroom," he said looking at her with sexual excitement while she looked at him with disdain. "It sexually excites me to think of watching you with another man just as it sexually excites me to imagine you having sex with a woman," he said. "Wow. That would be so unbelievably hot to watch you having sex with a man and a woman at the same time."

Ruining her mood and the afterglow of sex, sometimes he made her sick to her stomach with some of the things that he said about him wanting to watch her having sex with others. At least she broke his bad habit of talking to her about having swinging sex with strangers while his cock was still buried inside of her mouth or in her pussy. Obviously, no longer sexually satisfied with her, he wanted more. He wanted someone else. He not only wanted her to have sex with others but also he obviously wanted to have sex with others too. Perversely perverted, he's such a pig. Now instead of not only participating in swinging sex, he wanted to watch. 

'Gross. That's just so nasty,' she thought to herself.

"I'm sure it's a nice sexual fantasy for you to have while masturbating yourself," she said making a sour face of exasperation while rolling her eyes.

She was always making a face, sighing, and rolling her eyes over some of the things he said. Moreover, she had no idea why he needed to masturbate when she'd be willing to give him sex, usually a blowjob, whenever he wanted her to give him sex.

"It is an exciting, sexual fantasy to have," he said while giving her a look as if inviting her to masturbate with him sometime, no doubt while they had pillow talk about her participating in the swinging lifestyle.

How so disgusting, even the vision of him masturbating over her having sex with another man was disturbing. How dare he? How could he want her to have sex with another man, especially while he watched her sexually pleasuring someone else? Never would she understand his fixation with the swinging lifestyle just as she'd never understand his desire for him to want her to have sex with others. 

"As long as I'm still married to you, Jimmy," she said holding her diamond ring up to his face, "I'll never have sex with anyone else but you. And forget about me being with another woman, I'm not into that. I'm not a lesbian nor even bi-sexual," she said emphatically while making a sour face, rolling her eyes, and letting out a big sigh of exasperation. "The thought of having sex with another woman does absolutely nothing for me."

Only this time, his pillow talk was different from last week and all the weeks before. Normally she felt pressured to relent and to agree to try the swinging lifestyle but this time she not only felt pressured but also she felt doomed. Knowing him well enough to know that his mind was already made up about them having sex with others, she felt that her participating in group, orgy like sex was inevitable and just a matter of time. With nothing that she could do to change his mind and/or her sexual fate, with only one option left to do, she imagined divorcing him.

Unfortunately this time with him on a mission to get her into the swinging lifestyle, she had a feeling that she'd be having sex with some fat, sweaty, and bald man while he had sex with the man's sexy, beautiful wife, a woman no doubt with a great ass and big tits. This time, she had a foreboding feeling that his sexual fantasy was soon to become her sexual reality. This time, pressuring her and coercing her, she knew him well enough to know that he wasn't taking no for an answer. This time would be the last time that she could proudly proclaim that her husband was the only man she's been with sexually. Once she agreed to participate in the swinging lifestyle by attending the Swingers' Halloween Masquerade Ball, in her book, she'd officially be a whore.

* * * * *

Scene Three: If that's all there is, then let's go dancing

"I read online about an upcoming dance in our area," he said out of the blue.

He looked at her and smiled while reaching out to touch her hand instead of grabbing her ass in the way that he always does. She couldn't believe he was holding her hand instead of holding her ass. He hasn't held her hand in this way since he proposed marriage to her seven, long, suffering years ago.

"A dance? I love dancing. I'd love to go to a dance with you. I can't remember the last time you took me dancing," said Julie excited that he wanted to take her dancing. "Other than food shopping, which I usually do alone, and picking up takeout food, I can't remember the last time you took me anywhere."

"I take you places," he said. "I took you with me to the hardware store last month to buy a new electric screwdriver and we had lunch afterwards."

"Yeah, that was nice," she said with a loving smile. "Only, I would have preferred you taking me to see a movie instead of you taking me with you to buy more tools."

Maybe she misread him. Maybe he wanted to rekindle their romantic spark by taking her dancing. Then, she thought, maybe his invitation to take her dancing was just a ploy. As his ruse, maybe he wanted to take her to a normal dance before taking her to a swingers' dance. With him being sneaky like that, she didn't trust him. If she couldn't trust her own husband to be honest with her, who could she trust?

"So, should I respond to the ad? It's by reservation only," said Jim. "There's a phone number that I can call."

As if she was a contestant on Dancing with the Stars, she imagined him waltzing her around a big ballroom while everyone watched them dance. Maybe he's a changed man. Maybe overnight, he suddenly found religion. Maybe with him having a new set of morals, he's opened his heart to God and will be accompanying her to church this Sunday. Maybe after all of this pillow talk that he insisted on having every Saturday night about her having sex with others, she finally got through to him. Maybe she finally convinced him to drop the swinging lifestyle dialogue after telling him that she wouldn't have sex with any other man other than him and would never have sex with a woman. Finally, this part of her perverse life is over, thank God.

"Yes, God yes," she said so hungry to have some intimacy with her husband other than the same, boring, Saturday night sex that always ended with her blowing him. "Go ahead and make the reservation. Please. I'd love to go dancing with you, Jimmy," said Julie.

She looked at him and smiled the love that she had for him. Having misjudged him, apparently he wasn't the pervert that she suspected him to be.

"Actually, in addition to it being a dance, it's a Halloween Masquerade Ball," he said.

She looked at him with the glee of a little girl after her father told her that he was taking her to the circus.

"Seriously? No way! Wow," she said clapping her hands with glee. "A Halloween Masquerade Ball? Are you kidding me? Oh, my God. I can't wait."

She's always wanted to attend a masquerade ball.

"I'm not kidding you. It's a Halloween Masquerade Ball," he said. "Why?"

She grabbed his face between her hands and kissed him on his lips.

"Because I'd love to go to a Halloween Masquerade Ball," she said. "Halloween has always been my favorite day. I've always wanted to dress up for Halloween. I'd love to wear a costume," she said. "Oh my God, if it's not enough that you're taking me dancing, I can't believe we're going to a Halloween Masquerade Ball. I can't wait to tell everyone, my mother, my sisters, and all of my friends."

Suddenly, she felt how Cinderella must have felt with the prince taking her to a ball. Putting the drudgery of their Saturday night sex behind her and him always pressuring her to try the swinging lifestyle, already she was thinking about a costume. What to wear? What to wear? What should she wear as a costume?

"Not everyone wears a costume. It's up to you if you'd like to wear a costume or not," he said. "You don't have to dress up, if you'd rather not. We can wear our regular clothes."

She hasn't been this excited about Halloween since she was a kid going trick or treating.

"Oh, I'd definitely wear a costume," she said nodding her head up and down with excited enthusiasm in the way that Amy Farrah Fowler, played by Mayim Bialik, acted on the Big Bang Theory when given a tiara by Sheldon, played by Jim Parsons, instead of the ring that she was hoping to receive. 

With wearing a costume for the Halloween Masquerade Ball in mind, she'd either go as a ballerina or as an ice skater. Only, she'd rather wear her ballet slippers than lugging around a pair of ice skates hanging from her neck.

"What would you go as?"

He looked at her as if she was his princess and he was her prince.

"I can still fit in my ballerina and ice skating outfits. I'd go as either of those, as a ballerina or an ice skater. There's no way that I could fit in my old gymnastic outfit without showing most of my ass and/or too much of my boobs," she said with a laugh.

He gave her a naughty smile as if undressing her with his eyes. In the way that he was looking at her, obviously, he was imagining her dressed in her skimpy, tight gymnastic outfit with the tops of her big boobs and her long line of cleavage as well as her ass cheeks on public display.

"Actually," he said with a leering look and a dirty laugh. "Your gymnastic outfit may be more appropriate for the dance. It would be preferably appropriate for you to show your beautiful ass and/or your big boobs."

Suddenly, feeling uncomfortable literally and figuratively, she imagined showing too much of her sexy body while wearing her gymnastic outfit instead of her ballerina outfit. Taking exception to his leering look and dirty laugh, maybe, instead of going as an X-rated gymnast, completely covered from head to toe, she should go dressed as a Nun. Yeah, not knowing what kind of dance this was but now suspicious, perhaps she should go dressed as virgin Sister Virginia of the Holy Virgin Mary convent.




Swingers' Halloween Masquerade Ball



"I don't understand, why is it preferably appropriate for me to show my ass and boobs at a Halloween Masquerade Ball? I'd be so embarrassed to show so much of my body to strangers. They'd think there was something wrong with me to go to a public dance so scantily dressed. They'd think me a slut to show up like that while showing so much of my naked body," said Julie. "I'd be deemed an exhibitionist and a whore looking for the attention of a man, any man, and every man, along with some women too," she said with an uncomfortable laugh.

Now suspicious that he'd want to take her dancing and to a masquerade ball to boot, she was about to find out why. She fell back on her heels to look at him sideways. As if he was a shady lawyer armed with loads of unreadable and uninterpretable fine print, he never divulged all of the details when discussing things with her.

"Trust me, you may wear whatever you'd like," he said. "Whatever you'd like to wear is appropriate attire, especially if whatever you wear is sexy," he said with another dirty laugh.

She missed his joke. She looked at him as if he was hiding something from her.

"Tell me, Jimmy. Exactly what kind of dance is this?"

* * * * *

Scene Four: Swingers' Halloween Masquerade Ball

Still holding her hand, he looked at her as if about to tell her that her mother was in the hospital or that her cat had just died.

"It's a swingers' dance Julie," said Jim. "A Swingers' Halloween Masquerade Ball."

As excited as she was about attending the dance with her husband and about it being a Halloween masquerade ball, she was immediately disappointed that he wanted to take her to a swingers' dance. How dare he? She's already told him no a hundred times that she's not a swinger and doesn't want to participate in the swinging lifestyle. Only, with him forever asking her about swinging and with swinging on her mind, maybe she just heard him wrong. Yeah, maybe that's it. Maybe her having sex with others was so much on her mind that she didn't hear her husband correctly.

"Pardon? It's a what? I'm sorry. I don't think I heard you correctly," she said even though she suspected that she heard what he had said. "I thought you said that it's a swingers' dance," she said with a sad, little laugh.

Indeed she heard him correctly the first time but she needed to hear him say it again in case she was hearing things.

"A swingers' dance. It's a swingers' Halloween Masquerade Ball," he said. "Along with five other themed dances, they have the Halloween Masquerade Ball every year. The Halloween dance is said to be the best dance and their biggest dance with the most swingers in attendance," said Jim.

Knowing that somehow and someway that he'd pressure her and coerce her to go, the last thing she wanted to do was to go to a swinger's dance, even if it was a Halloween Masquerade Ball. As if on a rollercoaster ride at an amusement park, she went from excitement when the ride first began to disappointment when the ride was over. If he continued pressuring her about swinging, this marriage would be over.

"Jimmy, what's wrong with you? I'm not a swinger. You're not a swinger. We're not swingers," said Julie while looking at her husband as if he had lost his mind.

With him not even asking her permission, as if telling her that he was buying a new car after he already bought it, he smiled his hopefulness that she'd be happy with his decision for them to attend the Swingers' Halloween Masquerade Ball.

"I know that but we could be swingers, if only you'd just give it a try," he said. 

As if she was shipwrecked in an ocean with no land and no rescue ships in sight, again she felt doomed. The inevitable knowledge that she'd be in bed with some fat, bald, sweating man while he was off with his beautiful, sexy wife made her sick to her stomach. How dare he have sex with someone other than her, his wife? How dare he think she'd have sex with anyone other than him, her husband? How can she possibly have sex with anyone else when he's been the only man that she's had sex with in her life? He's lost his mind. Definitely, for him to so disrespect her, he's not thinking clearly. Obviously, he's thinking more with his dick than with his head.

"We're a happy married, morally responsible couple," she said. "I go to church every Sunday Jimmy. I can't go to a swingers' dance with you. The thought of me having sex with someone else makes me physically, emotionally, and spiritually ill. That kind of random promiscuity goes against everything I believe in and violates who I am as a morally, modest person and a good woman," said Julie looking as if she was going to cry.

Still holding her hand as if for moral support, he lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it. In all the years she's known him, seldom even holding her hand unless walking through the mall to keep her hand busy before lifting the back of her short skirt to flash her panties to the men walking behind her, he's never kissed her hand. For him to hold her hand instead of groping her ass, he must really want to go to this Swingers' Masquerade Ball. For him to spend so much time coercing her to go, he must really want her to participate in the swinging lifestyle, something that she could never bring herself to do. If only he'd spent that amount of time and expend that much energy in fixing all of the things around the house that needs fixing, she'd be a happy wife and perhaps would consider attending such a deplorably, disgusting dance.

"I just thought we could see what it's all about," he said. "We don't have to do anything sexual with anyone. We could just look."

See what it's all about? Just look? That's like saying you're just going to the pet store or to the animal shelter to just look at dogs. Then, unable to leave without one, inevitably, everyone takes a dog home. Just as she knew that if she attended a swingers' dance, she'd have men all over her as if she was a big lump of excrement, Jimmy would make sure that they didn't leave until he watched her having sex with others. 

She knew that if he went to all the trouble of going to a swinger's dance that she'd be having sex with some man, a few men, and/or even a woman. She knew that if she went to a swingers' dance, for her to get herself through it, she'd get good and drunk, so drunk that she wouldn't know what she did to whom. How could he do that to her? How could he sexually take advantage of her in that deplorably, inappropriate way? How could he expect her to have sex with others when her whole marriage has been spent faithfully devoted to him?

Making her last stand a vehement objection, even though she'd love to go dancing with her husband and attend a Halloween Masquerade Ball, she voiced her final negative protest. There was no way that she'd be attending a swingers' dance. Yet, maybe Jimmy is right. As if they were stepping in a new car dealership, maybe they could go and just look.

Only, without feeling wicked and dirty, she couldn't go and look. If she attended such a foul dance, she'd be just as complicity guilty, an accessory to swinging, even if she did nothing but look. She didn't want to be labeled a swinger when she was just a housewife in what she thought was a good marriage. Now, she's not so sure if her marriage would survive her saying no to participating in the swinging lifestyle again. Nonetheless she persevered in her unwillingness to attend such a dance.

"No way. I'd never go to a swingers' dance. If that was the last dance on Earth, I wouldn't go. You'd have to put a gun to my head and threaten me with certain death for me to go to a swingers dance," she said nodding her head as if adding an exclamation point to what she had just said.

* * * * *

Scene Five: Jim coerces Julie to attend a swinger's dance

Obviously, he was perversely insane. There was no way she was going to a swingers' dance. Just as she knew if she attended the dance, the next step would be them going to someone's room to do only God knows what. She was adamant in not wanting to have sex with anyone but her husband. When she knows that God sees, hears, and knows all, how could she possibly break her marriage vows to have sex with a stranger if only for the sake of her husband's expressed wishes? Just because he was in a hurry to go to Hell, she wasn't eager to follow him.

"C'mon Julie. I just would like to look. I just want to see what it's all about," he said. "We don't have to do anything other than dance, have a drink, and talk to people. They even have a buffet. And you can wear your ballerina or ice skating costume. Okay? Please?"

Totally turned off with even just looking, dancing, having a drink, and talking to people, perverted, swinging people, she imagined men, swinging men, a line of naked, male swingers walking up to her with their cocks dangling in front of her. She imagined them stripping her naked and touching her where only her husband has touched her before. One by one, she imagined them putting a hand behind her blonde, pretty head and forcing her to suck them. She imagined them exploding cum in her mouth, all over her face and hair, and all over her beautiful, snow white ballerina costume while her husband sat there and watched her service man after man.

"No, absolutely not. I'm not going," said Julie suddenly looking sad. "I can't. I can't. I just can't go to a swingers' dance," she said. "There's something seriously wrong with you for you to even ask me to go to a swingers' dance."

She shook her head as if that extra bit of negative answer was what he needed to believe that she wasn't going while knowing all the while that she, indeed, will be attending the swingers' Halloween Masquerade Ball. 

"C'mon, Julie. Please? If you do this one thing for me, I won't ask you to do another thing until the end of the year," he said with a laugh. "Until they have the New Year's Eve dance."

She looked at him with exasperation.

"First a Halloween dance and then a New Year's Eve dance? No way! Fuck you, Jimmy. I'm not a swinger and neither are you," she said looking at him while now wondering if he was already cheating on her behind her back. "I'm not going to a swingers' dance and that's final."

Suddenly, her mind was filled with cocks. All she could see were naked men holding their erect penises in their hand while waiting for her to touch them, stroke them, suck them, and fuck them. Pricks, pricks, and more pricks, all she could think of were hard pricks. In the way that her husband mind was no doubt consumed by women's tits, asses, and pussies she was suddenly consumed by men's dicks. Only, in the way that he no doubt viewed strange women's tits, asses, and pussies favorably, she viewed a collection of strange men's cocks unfavorably. In the way that he was ready to embrace the swinging lifestyle, she wanted nothing to do with it.

"Julie please. I never ask you to do anything and I'll never ask you to do anything like this again, unless you have a good time and want to attend another dance," he said.

He never asks her to do anything like this? All of his pillow talk is about the swinging lifestyle and about her having sex with another man and/or another woman while he watches. As if having a premonition, an insightful vision, or her womanly intuition, she knew she'd be attending this swingers' dance. Maybe this was the beginning of the end of their marriage. Maybe her going to a swingers' dance was all for the best. Maybe her husband would lose control and she'd have reason to finally divorce him. Maybe this Halloween Masquerade Ball is just what she needed to get rid of her ball and chain and find someone else, someone who was more normal, and someone who didn't want to watch her having sex with another man or woman.

"Never ask me? Every Saturday night you go on and on about what it would be like to have sex with another couple," she said falling silent. What seemed like minutes was only a few seconds before she spoke again. Knowing her attending was inevitable, she asked the question. "When is the dance?"

As if she was thinking about going, why did she even ask him that question? She really didn't care when the dance was. She wasn't going and that's that.

"Friday night, Halloween night, October 31st," he said.

* * * * *

Scene Six: Julie's nerves and morals get the better of her

Too late for her to change her mind and back out of going to the Swinger's Halloween Masquerade Ball, with her going as a prima ballerina and with him going as a boxer, they already had their costumes picked out and packed in their overnight bag. Nonetheless, dreading attending a swingers' affair while imagining the perversely perverted people in attendance, she gave it a last desperate shot.

"I can't go. I'm not going," she said suddenly with her nerves and morals getting the better of her. "I'd rather die than go."

Ready for an argument, she looked at him hoping he'd understand why she wasn't going and couldn't possibly go to a swingers' Halloween Masquerade Ball, while knowing that he wouldn't and couldn't possibly understand her reasons for not going.

"Not going?"

He looked at her as if she was nuts.

"Sorry. I can't. I just can't go to a swingers' dance," she said with dread.

Seemingly she was nuts to not only relent and tell him that she'd go but also that she married him. With her seeing the real him now, she never should have married him if she had known that this is what he's really like. He's a perverted pig. He's a man who has no respect for his wife for him to want her to have sex with others.

"You agreed to go," said Jim raising his voice with hostility.

With a face full of rage, he looked at her in the way that he looked at her when he asked her for a divorce six months ago. Just as she wanted to divorce him again now, she should have divorced him then only she couldn't. Too much in debt, the attorney costs would have bankrupt them. They would have lost their house, their cars, and their lives as they've known it. 

Seemingly this part of their reconciliation process with one giving in to the other was what their marriage counselor recommended they do. Yet he stepped way outside of the box of acceptable appropriateness by asking her to go to a swingers' dance and have sex with others. She felt way out of her comfort zone with him continually pressuring her. He wanting her to go to a swingers' dance was nothing more than a shameful thing and something that a faithfully, loving wife would never do.

If anything, this swingers' dance was detrimental to them getting back together again. If anything, this swingers' dance was against her morals, her religion, and her sensibilities. This swingers' dance had nothing to do with her. This swingers' dance was all about him, what he wanted, and not what she wanted. This swingers' dance was more about him having sex with other woman than it even was with him watching her having sex with another man and possibly with another woman.

"With you labeling this experiment into the swinging lifestyle as a way for us to reconnect and get sexually closer, you're making me do something that I don't want to do Jimmy," she said.

She imagined a roomful of naked people having sex against the wall, on the floor, and on the tables. She imagined naked cocks, tits, pussies, and asses, everywhere she looked. She imagined a sexual orgy with the slippery floor coated with expelled cum. She imagined the Devil at the dance taking names and reaping souls for later when these swingers passed from life to death. Instead of emerging to Heaven when she died, she imagined being consumed by Hells fires for all of eternity. Fingering her gold cross that she always wore around her neck, she said a silent prayer for her doomed soul.

"Let's go just to hangout, have a drink, dance, talk to some of the people, and ask some questions. If you're uncomfortable and if you still don't want any part of it, I'll take you home," said Jim looking at his wife with love. "Okay?"

He touched her shoulder and, as if he was the Devil, she pulled away from him as if his hand was on fire and he had just burnt her. Whether its sex or when asking her for a favor, he never touches her unless he wants something and what he wanted from her now was something that she couldn't give. He wanted her to be comfortable with another man or men seeing her topless and/or naked while having sex with her naked body.

How could she do that? Never could she do that? How could he so disrespect her? While she was still married, never would she have sex with anyone but her husband. Moreover, never would she ever have sex with a woman.

'Gross,' she thought to herself.

"I'd just feel dirty being in the same room with those people," said Julie.

She looked at him hoping that he'd understand her not wanting to participate in the swinging lifestyle.

"Those people?" Jim sighed and rolled his eyes. "You make them sound diseased."

Obviously, his sexual fantasy meant more to him than how she felt about swinging, swingers, her morals, modest, and reputation. He was intent in living out his sexual fantasy through her not only having sex with another man but also with a woman. He looked at her with horniness and sexual excitement and she looked at him with contempt and genuine disgust.

"God only knows how many people they've been with. Sleeping with one of them is like sleeping with the world. For all I know most of them could be diseased with highly contagious STD's," said Julie. "Eww, gross, God that's so gross having sex with strangers and having sex for the sake of having sex with someone you don't love, may not even like, and don't even know."

She looked at him with reservation and he looked at her with impatience.

"Don't be so dramatic. You're a grown woman. Put your big girl panties on and suck it up. You act as if you're still a virgin," he said.

He looked at her with disdain and she looked at him with dread.

"Just because I'm no longer a virgin doesn't mean that I'm not pure of heart, mind, and spirit," she said. "In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost," she said signing herself.

They stared at one another without talking.

"Tell your swinging lover that you're pure of heart, mind, and spirit just before you suck his cock," he said with sarcasm and a mean spirited laugh. "He'll get a kick out of that as he's humping your mouth and fucking your face before giving you a cum bath."

He made her stomach turn and her skin crawl with the image of her blowing some other man and some other man cumming in her mouth and all over her face. What's wrong with him to want some man sexually defile her by cumming in her mouth and all over her face?

"Especially with you telling me that you just want to go and look, that image of me sucking another man is not helping me to feel comfortable in attending the swingers' dance Jimmy," she said looking as if she was about to cry. "I'd never blow anyone but you, Jimmy."

She looked at him with hatred instead of love and he looked at her with lust instead of understanding.

"Sorry," he said.

Obviously he didn't understand her feelings about not wanting to have sex with strangers.

"The swinging lifestyle is all so against how I lived my life. I was a virgin when I married you," she said raising her chin to hold her head up high while holding back her tears. "Except for some kissing and light petting, you're the only man I've ever been with sexually. You're the only man who's not only seen my tits but also who's sucked on my nipples," she said pausing to make sure that he heard her. "The only cock I've had in my hand, in my mouth, and in my pussy is your cock. Even though you want me to be, I'm not promiscuous Jimmy. I'm not a slut and I can never be whore enough to be the swinger that you want me to be."

If he didn't know that by now after knowing her for nearly ten years and married to him for seven of those ten years, then she knew that there was no way she could make him understand that she wasn't the whore of a wife that he wanted her to be. Yet, stuck in a difficult situation, she knew that if she didn't go with him, he'd go alone or ask one of his drinking sluts down at the neighborhood bar to go with him. She could only imagine what he'd do when alone with a woman in a hotel room at a swingers' dance.




Swingers' Halloween Masquerade Ball



"They're not just swingers, Julie, they're people. They're just like me and you," he said.

Sadly and frustratingly, if she wanted to stay married to him, she knew that she'd have to relent and go with him to the stupid dance. As he said, if only to go to see what it's like to dance, have a drink, and to talk to the people, she could do that. Only, what if she saw someone she knew. What if someone she knows saw her at a swingers' dance. The only redeeming factor would be that they were there too under the same pretenses. Only, they'd never believe her that she was just there to humor her husband, to dance, to have a drink, and to talk to some of the people and to go home. They'd never believe that she went there and didn't have sex with a stranger or strangers. They'd forever think of her not only as a swinger but also as a wicked whore.

"That's not true Jimmy. Most of those people are nothing like us," she said.

He didn't get it. He'd never get it. Just as she didn't understand where he was coming from, she didn't understand where he was coming from.

"Most of those swingers practice safe sex. They wear condoms Julie. Moreover, many of those swingers are monogamous within a small group of swinging friends," said Jim. "Besides, having sex with a stranger is exciting and not gross. It's intoxicatingly beautiful to be sexually intimate with someone you just met and hardly know. Moreover, you don't even know if the name they give you is their real name or not. Wow," he said. "That's so hot."

Now every time she looked at him, it hurt her heart to think of him naked and in the arms of another woman. Now every time she looked at him, she imagined some whore of a swinger sucking his cock. Until death do they part, what happened to their wedding vows when promising that they'd remain faithful? With him taking their marriage vows too lightly, she took her marriage vows seriously. Forever faithful to him, a promise is a promise and never to be broken.

"This is just about you having sex with other women," said Julie giving him a look that would melt steel. "With you looking for justification by wanting and expecting me to embrace your perversion, you think that if I have sex with someone else then it's okay for you to have sex with someone else too. You're just looking for my permission to cheat on me."

Even though she didn't know the bitch or bitches that he'd be sexually intimate with at the swingers' dance, she already hated them.

"We don't have to do anything Julie. We can just watch. I'm just curious what it's like. Harry at work said that the Halloween Costume Ball was the best one to attend," said Jim.

He smiled his patience at her.

"Harry at work? Are you stupid? You told a co-worker about us attending a swingers' dance? What's wrong with you?"

If looks could kill, he'd be dead.

"No, we were just talking. Besides, he doesn't even know you other than that you're my wife," said Jim. "He's never met you."

She imagined him bringing Harry home and expecting her to do him while he watched. She imagined sucking Harry's cock before allowing him to fuck her while her husband sat in the corner watching her with his co-worker while masturbating himself.

"Thank God I've haven't met some of your friends. You'll be bringing them home while expecting me to give them sex next," said Julie.

It hurt her that he wasn't happy with her in the way that she was happy with him, most times, until he acted sexually crazed in the way that he was acting now. It hurt her that he wanted to have sex with someone else, a multitude of swinging women. It hurt her that he wanted her to have sex with other men while expecting her to tell him all that she did to them and all that they did to her. It sickened her that he expected her to have sex with a woman. God, this whole swinging thing is a complete demonic nightmare.

"I'd bring any and all of my friends home for you to have sex with them only if you want to and only if I can watch," said Jimmy laughing.

In the way she looked at him, if she was a witch, he'd be cursed. If she was a witch, he'd have a shriveled cock. If she was a witch, he'd be the woman and she'd be the man. If only she was a man, she'd be in control of him in the way that he was always trying to control her.

"Fuck you, Jimmy. Fuck you," said Julie. "God you're such an asshole sometimes."

She looked as if she was about to cry in exasperation.

"C'mon, lighten up Julie. I was just kidding," said Jim rubbing her back. "I'd never ask you to do any of my friends, which is why the swinging lifestyle is so great. It's all so anonymous. If we do have sex with any of these people, we'll never see any of them again, unless you formed an attachment to them and wanted to see them again."

He didn't understand. He just didn't get it. Not wanting to be passed around from man to man while being expected to give them sex, for better or for worse, for richer and for poorer, she married him. She didn't want to have sex with anyone else but him. When he put that ring on her finger and they took their vows, she was done with all men but for her husband just as she had hoped that he'd be done with all women but for his wife. Yet, in the way that he's always staring at and commenting about other women, he's not done with other women. In the way that he wants to try the swinging lifestyle, he's just beginning his sexual life with other women.

"Okay, okay, okay, I'll go but if I don't like what's going on there, I'm leaving," said Julie. "I mean it Jimmy."

She had no choice. She had to go to keep her eye on him. Otherwise, if she stayed at home, she'd be worried sick while not knowing who he was with and what he was doing.

"Agreed," said Jim.

* * * * *

Scene Seven: "Are you ready to embark on a new lifestyle, a swinging lifestyle?"

Jimmy parked his car in the hotel parking lot as Julie stared out her passenger side window with dread while watching people lugging in their overnight bags. Her worst nightmare realized, then, she had an insightful moment. As if the epiphany she had enlightened her, not knowing what to expect at a swinger's masquerade ball other than orgy like sex, all the people alighting from their cars looked like people she'd see at the mall. With all the Halloween dance attendees ordinary looking people, not sure what she expected but she wasn't expecting this. If anything, she and her husband looked hotter than any of the couples she's seen thus far.

Surprised by how average many of them looked, maybe they looked more sexually appealing when they had their hair coiffed, were wearing makeup, and were wearing their swinging clothes or Halloween costumes. Maybe after they've had a few drinks and with the lights turned down low, they all looked better without their clothes. Expecting to see New York models, Texas beauty queens, and/or California beach girls, with them mirroring the majority of the general population, many of the women were overweight and many of the potbellied men were just average looking. In this group, with her a tall, beautiful, busty, blue-eyed, and naturally blonde, she'd stand out like a naked woman in a Kansas cornfield.

"Are you ready to embark on a new lifestyle, a swinging lifestyle?"

He sounded like a preacher making false promises while worshiping a false God and that God was sex. Matter of fact, that God wasn't a God at all but the Devil.

As if in a race, Jimmy already had his hand poised on the car door handle ready to beat a mad rush to check-in at the hotel of perversity, debauchery, and sin. Instead of being in a hurry, she had her finger poised on the car door lock switch ready to lock herself inside their car against the barrage of swingers that were quickly filling up the parking lot. Only, somehow, she felt comfortably safe within this group of people.

"No, I'm not ready to embark on a new swinging lifestyle," she said. "What happened to just looking?" She gave him a sour look. "If you don't mind, I'd like to sit here for a minute while people watching."

Nonetheless her insightful moment, her epiphany, and her feeling comfortably safe within this group of swinging people, she still felt nervous. A big step for her by even attending this dance, whether she had sex with anyone or not, she'd be telling those present that she was looking to have sex with someone other than her husband. It wasn't so much the people that she was worried about. She was worried about the assumed intimacy and the sexual contact with a stranger, a man that she didn't even know. How could she do that? How could she suck and fuck a stranger? How could she make love and have sex with someone that she didn't even know? She didn't do that wicked behavior when she was single, so why should she do that wicked behavior when she's married?

Oxymoronic in her definition, how could she make love to a man she just met when she didn't love him. As if she was about to cry and as if she was going to her execution instead of going to a Halloween Masquerade Ball, albeit a swingers' masquerade ball, she looked away from her husband to stare out her window. Feeling so alone while he felt so sexually excited, they were at opposite ends of the sexual spectrum.

She wondered which one of these couples they'd end up with in bed together tonight. She wondered which of these women he'd fuck and which of these men she'd suck. Maybe she could alleviate the dread and the nervousness that she felt now by picking out a couple now that she could conceivably have sex with later. Only, she couldn't bear to have sex with anyone but her husband. She wondered how many of these women her husband would have sex with and how many men she'd have to say no.

"Okay. Whatever? Take your time. There's no rush, just because all of those people filing in ahead of us will get their pick of a better room," he said looking at his watch while tapping his fingers impatiently on the steering wheel.

Obviously, an understatement, he was excited about attending the swingers' ball and she dreaded even getting out of the car.

"Don't pressure me, Jimmy," she said giving him a sad look of dread. "It's enough that I'm here, isn't it? Besides, in this hotel, no doubt, all of the rooms are the same."

He sighed loudly while looking at her before looking out his window.

"We have until 5 pm to check-in before they give our room away," he said noisily playing with his car keys.

As if he had just admitted that he had sex with one of her sisters or wanted to have sex with her mother, she shot him a dirty look.

"It's barely 2 pm," she said. "With checkout time at 11 am, they're probably still making up the rooms."

As he routinely does, he wasn't listening to her. Ignoring her, he didn't even look at her. Never giving her enough time to get ready, he was always in a rush to get there as he was always in a rush to leave. Seemingly wherever they went, he was more interested in driving his car, a Mustang GT, than he was in getting there and having a good time. He was such an asshole sometimes. Only, this time, he seemed more interested in not only getting there but in staying to have a good time.

Maybe having sex with others is what they needed to do to rekindle their sexual interest in one another. Maybe they needed to become swingers to remain married and without having to seek a divorce. Maybe swinging is the glue they needed to cement their broken relationship. With her mindlessly staring out of the car window, he stared at the swinging women with lust while ogling at their tits and asses. No doubt, in the way that he was staring at some of the swinging women, he was already undressing them with his eyes while, no doubt, imagining having sex with them.

"Wow, look at that one. She's hot. Gees, look at the blonde and there's a redhead," he said looking from one woman to another.

She only wished he'd look at her like that.

"Two can play this game," she said with jealousy. "How would you like it if I ogled the men, Jimmy?"

He shrugged her his indifference before giving her a look of sexual excitement, no doubt by the thought of her ogling men.

"I reserved a room with a king-sized bed or maybe I should have reserved a room with two beds," he said. "What do you think? Should I have reserved a room with two beds instead of one big bed?"

She couldn't believe she was sitting here in the car and in the parking lot of the hotel ready to attend a swingers' dance. She couldn't believe he was going on about the type of bed in the room when she was imagining some strange man stripping her naked.

"Two beds?" She shot him another dirty look. "Are you hoping for a big night?"

Without him admitting that he was, he looked at her and flashed her a sexually excited smile that told her that he was indeed hoping for a big night.

"I can still change the reservation if you'd prefer two beds to a king-sized bed."

She looked at him, sighed, and rolled her eyes.

"Whatever," she said shrugging her disinterest to him in the way that he shrugged his indifference to her. "I'm sure you won't be doing much sleeping," she said. "Only, if I go back to the room and you see the Do Not Disturb sign on the handle, you'd better be alone when you open that door," she said.

She imagined him disappearing and being gone all night with someone's wife. He had better use a condom if he was fucking another woman. He had better shower first before coming to bed. She couldn't bear him smelling like pussy and like he just had sex with another woman.

"I think the king-size bed is better," he said mindlessly while not even listening to her.

* * * * *

Scene Eight: Catherine Zeta Jones and Danny DeVito

She continued staring out the window while watching people pulling in the parking lot, getting out of their cars, and carrying in their luggage.

"I wonder which one of those people are swingers," she said watching more people pulling in the lot and getting out of their cars.

She watched a tall, sexy, and very attractive, mature woman in her late 30's or early 40's with dark hair, big tits and a shapely ass getting out of her car. Maybe because where she was, in the parking lot of a swingers' dance, she suddenly had lesbian thoughts. If she was interested in having sex with a woman, she'd be interested in her. Definitely, she could see any man, a swinging man or not, being interested in her. Stunningly beautiful with a body to match, the whole package, she was totally gorgeous. Why would someone who looked like her, a woman who could have her pick of any man, young or old, want to attend a swingers' dance. It made no sense to her.

In the way that she resembled her with her mannerisms and outside appearance, she reminded her of Catherine Zeta Jones. With her not being surprised that they may be swingers, she half expected Michael Douglas to emerge from their new, shiny black Cadillac. Only, a short, fat, bald, older man in his 50's or 60's and who looked more like a taller Danny DeVito than he did Michael Douglas, alighted from the driver's side of the car. He was so much older than her that she wondered if he was her father.

With obviously money the answer to her unasked question, she wondered why someone who looked like her would be attracted to someone who looked like him. Definitely, being that she could already tell the type if only from their swagger and in the way they dressed, they were swingers. She just hoped that Jimmy didn't want to get with them. He'd be having fun with his beautiful wife while she'd be stuck with her not so good looking husband.

Suddenly, as if the woman knew that Julie was watching her, she turned and made eye contact with her. Then, she smiled at and gave her a little wave. Feeling uncomfortably intrusive for staring at her, she smiled and waved back. If Julie thought the woman was beautiful before, she was even more beautiful when she smiled. Even her bright white teeth, were perfect. Wow, looking even more beautiful than Catherine Zeta Jones, never has she seen a woman as beautiful.

"Which ones are swingers? Probably all of them," said Jim with a dirty laugh while staring out his driver's side window at couples filing in the hotel. "Harry said the costume ball is the biggest swinging event of the year with 200 couples, 50 single men, and 50 single women attending. I can't even imagine 500 people in one room looking for sex. The room must be electric with horniness and hormones," he said laughing.

She didn't understand the phenomenon of swinging. She didn't understand why people weren't happy with the one they married. She didn't understand how anyone could have sex with a stranger.

"Why the need for all the single men and single women?" She turned away from her surveillance of the parking lot to look at her husband. "What's that about?"

She looked at him while imagining him in a hot tub with three naked women.

"Some couples are into ménage a trois," he said with a dirty laugh. "Believe it or not, there are some men who want to watch their wife with another man or a woman," he said giving her a Grocho Marx eyebrow, his not so subtle hint.

She didn't have to ask him what that was or to know what he was thinking. His sexual fantasy of watching her having sex with a man as well a woman may be happening tonight. She imagined him expecting her to have sex with a husband and his wife while he watched. She imagined him expecting to have sex with a woman while both husbands watched their wives having orgasmic sex.

"Gross," she said. "I hope you're not expecting me to have sex with a woman because I'm telling you right now that I won't do that Jimmy."

He looked at her and smiled. No doubt he was already imagining her making love to a woman as well as to a man.

"Let's just go and check-in before they give our room away."

As if she was a subservient, Japanese concubine, she walked behind him while walking through the lobby and wearing her dark glasses, a floppy oversized hat, and with her head down. Embarrassed by his unashamed behavior, not wanting anyone to know that she was with him and that they were a couple, imagined or real, she didn't want anyone deeming her as a swinger in the way she was picking out the apparently obvious swingers in the parking lot.

"I'll stay here while you check-in," she said finding a seat a distance away but a chair that gave her a good, vantage point view of the check-in desk. 

Already developing a practiced eye, she was beginning to discern the swingers from the regular hotel guest. All but for a few, coiffed, perfumed, and made up, the swingers were all better dressed and better groomed.

* * * * *

Scene Nine: Dressed as a prima ballerina, Julie wore a white tutu

Different from all of the others who were there, not in the spirit of attending a Swingers' Halloween Masquerade Ball, Julie put it out of her mind that she was at a swingers' dance. Instead, she pretended that she was at a normal Halloween costumed dance. The bottom line, whether it was a swingers' dance or a normal dance, her husband took her dancing. Moreover, it was a Halloween costume ball, even if it was a costume ball expressly for swingers.

That night, wearing a snow white tutu, Julie was costumed as a prima ballerina, something she always wanted to be but was never a good enough ballet dancer to dance professionally. Now if only for a few hours, if nothing else and if this swingers' dance was a bust, this Swingers' Halloween Masquerade Ball allowed her to pretend that she was a prima ballerina. Now that she was entering a ballroom to sit at a table while waiting to be approached by some perverted man or men, doomed to have sex with strangers, if she felt like anything, she felt more like a black swan than she did a prima ballerina.

Already removed from his wife and as if he was no longer married to her or to anyone, Jim roamed the ballroom. The perfect name for such a swingers' dance hall, ball room defined what Julie imagined would happen here. Having never met a swinger and not knowing any swingers accept for those she's seen on Jerry Springer reruns, she didn't give swingers credit for having any class. Sure there was some isolated nudity where a woman danced topless. There were even pockets of sexual acts where a man was receiving a blowjob in a darkened corner of the room or where a woman was sitting on a man with her skirt raised to her waist but for the most part the crowd was well behaved. Yet, except for some of the sexually outrageous costumes, the dance appeared as if it was a respectable dance. At first glance, no one would know that this was a swingers' dance.




Swingers' Halloween Masquerade Ball



Without him by her side and without him protecting her from the soon to be expected onslaught of men who wanted to dance with her before bedding her, she was a target. Because she was so blonde, so busty, and so beautiful, she imagined all of those men who always wanted to bed a dancer, especially a prima ballerina, wanting to bed her. As if he was a caged animal or a jungle cat looking for his pray, he roamed the room alone while scooping out the available women. With Jim on the hunt and Julie shyly uncomfortable, obviously Jim was in a different frame of mind than Julie. Instead of removing himself from the scene of swingers, he immersed himself in the room of swingers. Assuming the role and playing his character, without even having sex, seemingly, he was already one of them.

With so many man and even some women staring at her with lust, had she known what she was in for, she wouldn't have worn a costume that made her so conspicuous. She would have worn something more appropriate, a business suit that didn't show the shape of her ass, her long, shapely legs, and so much of her cleavage. With her the only woman dressed as a prima ballerina, she felt so conspicuous. She felt as if she was fresh meat and all those who passed by her, stared at her, as if she'd hop right up and follow them to their room.

Seemingly, in his realm and in the way that he strutted around the huge room, he acted as if he was a rooster in a henhouse. He reveled in the fact that he was not only about to have sex with other women but also that he was going to have sex with as many women in one evening as he could possible lick and fuck while they sucked and fucked him. Only, for protection and safety, especially with someone they didn't know, he wasn't aware that most swingers swung as a couple and only swung together while in the same room. Certainly that would put a big damper on his imagined sexual fun and swinging good time.

Unless they're looking for a threesome and unless they previously knew the third player, most swingers avoided a strange man alone. Just as a normal husband was protective of his wife, a woman was always sexually uncomfortable with someone new. While eager to embrace a woman alone without a partner, most swingers viewed a man alone as a dangerous man. Whether they thought them to themselves or they shared their concerns with one another, the questions were always the same.

Why was he alone? Doesn't he have a girlfriend? Couldn't he get an escort? Where's his wife or his significant other? Maybe he didn't tell her that he was going to a swingers' dance.

Unless the single man has the face of a model and the body of an Adonis, swingers didn't want any part of a lone, horny, hungry wolf. Obviously, a man alone is not in the same frame of mind of other swingers who want to have a good sexual time swapping partners. With him not having a partner to swap, indeed, he was the odd man out. With Jim playing the role of a dangerous man by forsaking his wife at the table, he was about to jump out of a plane without a parachute. Most swingers would have nothing to do with him.

* * * * *

Scene Ten: The swingers' dance is an X-rated, adult version of Disney World

An X-rated, adult version of Disney World, there were three women dressed as Snow White, one woman dressed as Marilyn Monroe, and two dressed as Lady Gaga. Three women dressed as nurses, one costumed as a doctor, and one dressed as a judge. Two women were dressed as strippers, one dressed as a Playboy Playmate, two dressed as a school teacher, seven dressed as a Parochial School girls, three women dressed as Nuns, five women dressed as witches, and two women dressed as Angelina Jolie's character Maleficent. Half of the women didn't wear a costume while the rest were dressed as nymphs, fairies, strippers, and witches, along with the occasional dominatrix dressed all in black leather. In this world of sexual fantasy and pretend, especially when dressed in costume, even those not in costume hid their true identity by not using their real first names. A place where sexually frustrated people could role play and live out their sexual fantasies, everyone in attendance pretended to be someone else.

Their escape from reality, if only for one night, no one wanted to be themselves and few wanted to be who they really were, a married mother and/or father with children, tied to a thankless job, and living an otherwise boring existence. Tired of being defined as a teacher, a lawyer, a blue collar worker, a white collar worker, a nurse, or a government employee, tonight they were all one thing. Equally defined members of a uniquely special, sexual club, they were all swingers. If only for one night, they were able to live out their sexual fantasies, whatever they may be. Whether it was swapping, twosomes, threesomes, foursomes, lesbian sex, bondage, fetishes, role play, and/or whatever, they were sexually free. With all of their sexual antics out in the open, they could have sex with someone else without any of the sneaking around behind the other's back, without the guilt, and without the repercussions of ruining their marriage.

If only for the sake of showing off his hot, tattooed body, Jim was dressed as a boxer. With his red boxing gloves dangling from their tied laces around his neck, he looked as if he was wearing a bra or a halter top. While waiting in line of swingers filing in the room two by two to pay their $100 entrance fee, Julie pretended that she was waiting to walk out on stage to perform.

With the music from Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake playing through her head and with her imagining to be Odette, warming up, she fluidly moved her hands, her arms, her legs, and her feet from the first position to the second position, and to the third, fourth, and fifth positions. In the way she held herself so posture perfect, and in the way she so gracefully moved while looking the part, no one would doubt that she wasn't a ballet dancer. Definitely she had the long neck, the long shapely legs, the graceful body, and the perfect ass to be a dancer.

As if she was about to perform on stage in front of an audience, and no doubt she was by removing the thought that she was at a swingers' dance, she entered the room of swingers gracefully poised on her flats before she danced and twirled on her toes as if she was about to give a live performance. Wearing a light coat positioned over her shoulders as advised by the people in charge of the dance, so as not to alarm those hotel guests not invited to the Swingers' Masquerade Ball, they didn't want to ruin the hotel's business of non-swingers. With her face a bit overly made up with stage makeup and her long, lush, blonde hair expertly fixed in place and piled in a bun on top of her head, because she was so tall, lean, and shapely, she looked the part of a prima ballerina. All she needed was a Russian accent. With this their first swingers' dance, Jim and Julie were early. If only they had waited and hour or two, they would have made more of a splash with their costumed entrance. Even though the dance started promptly at 8 pm, most swingers didn't make an appearance until nearly 10 pm. With forty tables dotting the room, there were four tables moved together against the wall with a reserved sign on each. As if wild animals in the jungle poised and positioned to attack, needing to be fed naked bodies, she figured that this must be where the regular swingers sat. This secluded corner of the room must be where the hardcore swingers, the ones who not only attend swingers' dances but also who attend weekly private, house parties, watch all the newbies while ready to pounce on the fresh meat.

"Growl," she imagined she heard coming from the empty tables positioned in the far corner of the room.

Ignoring the protests of her husband, who wanted to sit front and center to be more noticed, Julie grabbed a table on the other end of the room and away from the tables reserved for the regular swingers. Just the opposite of what Jim wanted, the last thing she wanted was to be seduced by a professional swinger. The last thing she wanted was to go to bed with a man who already had sex with hundreds of women. The last thing she wanted was to be immersed in the swinging lifestyle, especially with this being her first time there.

Just as her husband had promised her for him to get her there, she just wanted to look, have a drink, have something to eat, dance, and talk to some of the people. With them spending the night at the hotel, they'd have breakfast the next day, talk about what they did or didn't do the night before, and go home to their humdrum Saturday night sex lives. With it being Friday night and tomorrow being Saturday night, she wondered if he'd want her to give him sex.

Only not knowing where his cock had been, he'd have to tell her all of the details of what he did with whom first. For sure, she wasn't ready to jump into bed with anyone, especially not even her husband after he dragged her here and after he's had sex with God only knows who. For sure, whether she enjoyed herself or not, doing her wifely duty by accompanying her husband to the dance, now that she knows what they're like, this will be the last swingers' dance she'd attend.

* * * * *

Scene Eleven: Two hundred couples, fifty single men and fifty single women

With each table seating ten people and with 40 tables there, there was enough room to seat 200 couples. She found out later that the singles, 50 men and 50 women, were lined up on each side of the wall while the couples sat at the tables. Informally and customarily, the singles didn't sit unless they were invited to sit by another couple. Weird that even swingers had formal and informal customs that changed from one city to the next only, the logic behind that being, singles sitting at a table, unless two singles sat together, would make for a nine person table instead of a ten person table. Yet, with people up at the bar, in line at the buffet, chatting with this one or with that one, roaming the hall, or taking someone back to their room...to talk, most times many of the chairs at the tables went unoccupied. With the room fluid with sexual motion, just as couples were, singles were free to come and go too.

With them arriving there early enough, Julie and Jim watched people slowly trickle in and walk over to the bar to order a drink before taking a seat at one of the empty tables. She watched those couples who had just entered the room scan the landscape. As if making their selection of where to sit, more by choice than by random, with this one recognizing that one, she watched new attendees eye those couples already seated at tables. It wasn't long before another couple sat at their table and then another couple. It wasn't long before their table was filled with swingers rubbernecking around to look at this one or that one while always keeping an eye on the door to see who else was arriving. Seemingly, even with ten swingers sitting at a table, always looking for more and/or for someone else, no one, even swingers, were happy with what they had.

Half of the swingers were dressed in costumes and half were not. Indeed, it was a diverse mix of humanity. With introductions made around the table and around the room, many of the couples already knew one another and those couples who already were acquainted with one another and, no doubt, previously had sex with one another, stayed together while watching the action within the room. Then, when the band started to play, swingers stood to dance. Looking nervously hopeful, while somehow knowing that he wouldn't, Julie sat with Jim waiting for him to ask her to dance.

She looked so beautiful. She looked so sexy. One of the most strikingly gorgeous women in the room, everyone noticed her. No doubt, whether male or female, everyone wanted her. Even at a swingers' dance where the sex was free and easy, she was a catch.

Still waiting for him to ask her to dance, she waited for him to pay her as much attention as he was paying all of the other not as attractive women in the room. She was there to dance. That's what he told her they were here for, to have a drink, which she already had, to talk to swingers, which she already did, and to dance. Only, with them the only couple still seated at their table after all the other couples moved to the dance floor, he still hadn't asked her to dance.

Obviously, he doesn't want to dance with her. No doubt, he wants to dance with someone else. Obviously, cramping his imagined swinging style, he doesn't want to be seen with her on the dance floor. While waiting for him to ask her to dance, she watched him checking out every woman as if they were free for his taking.

What's wrong with him not to be satisfied with someone who looks like her? In comparison to most of the female swingers in the room, she was a ten on a scale of ten. With most of the women shorter, heavier, and older with dark hair and smaller breast, she was any man's or woman's prize. Blonde, busty, and beautiful, swinger or not, she was any man's sexual fantasy.

* * * * *

Scene Twelve: Doublemint twins, "Cigars, cigarettes, chewing, breath mints."

"Cigars, cigarettes, chewing gum, breath mints. Cigars, cigarettes, chewing gum, breath mints," said two passing young, attractive sexy women when walking by their table.

Two, twenty-something-year-old women, identical twins actually, dressed as cigarette girls resplendent with cigarette trays filled with cigarettes, cigars, chewing gum, and breath mints strewn over their shoulders, gave Jim the eye as they passed by him. Julie looked from the women with anger to look at her husband with jealousy. She knew that sexy, attractive, identical twins, was something that he couldn't resist. A gross understatement with identical twins being every man's sexual fantasy, she knew he'd be enamored having sex with these two women.

Where could any man have his sexual way with not just one young, hot woman but also with her identical twin sister but at a swingers' dance? Not a man to allow a sexual opportunity like this to pass him by, he was up and out of his seat before they even passed by their table. With Julie thinking that he was finally going to ask her to dance, instead, ignoring his wife and forgetting his promise that he made to her to just look, Jim returned the twins' look with a smile and stood as if hypnotized and in a trance. Instead of staying by his wife's side, he got up to leave. Instead of asking Julie to dance, he was eager to leave her company for the company of the identical twins. 

How dare he? What's wrong with him to abandon her to sit there alone? How could he treat her in such a disrespectful way? Only, what did she expect? She was at a swingers' dance where practically anything and everything goes. Only, for the sake of their happy marriages, there was an unspoken and unbroken code among swingers. Never did they disrespect their wives. They always thought of their wives first before playing with another couple. It takes two, if one swinger wasn't happy with one of the players, then they kindly declined to search for another mutually pleasing couple. Not even there an hour and Jim was breaking all of the rules.

"I have to use the men's room," he said lying to Julie.

Of all the places to lie about going off with another woman or man for sex, the swingers' dance wasn't one of them. As long as the couples were in agreement, men, women, and couples were free to go and do their own thing without guilt and repercussions. She watched him catch up to the two women and lean down to whisper something in their ears. Then, she watched her husband of seven years abandon her for two women that he just met and that were a good ten years younger than he was. So much for their marriage vows.

How dare he? How could he do such a thing? Why would he leave her there alone? God, he's such a pig. Ready to have a good time dancing, eating, and drinking, if only for the sake of her husband, now she was there alone. No longer a couple, she was a dreaded single. 

After all of that conniving and convincing with him talking about them having sex with another couple my ass, he abandons her for two single women. Granted they're identical twins, seemingly every man's sexual fantasy, but her first swingers' dance, they had only just arrived. As previously agreed, they weren't supposed to jump in bed with the first person who walked by them. How dare he do this to her?

They were just supposed to look. They were supposed to stay together and not abandon one for someone else. They were supposed to have a drink, dance, and talk to some of the swingers. They were supposed to find out what swinging was all about before having random sex with a stranger. Now with him gone, she sat at her empty table alone while watching everyone else dancing but for her. Of all the people left alone without a partner to dance with, the prima ballerina had become a wallflower.

She was angry. She wanted to leave. Thinking about leaving him there, taking the car, and going home, only God knows the trouble he'd get into if she wasn't there to supervise and to put a stop to his bad, out of control, drunken behavior.

Only, now, she had no idea where he was. He could be anywhere. He could be up in their hotel room. He could be in the twins' room. He could be out in the parking lot somewhere. Maybe he took his car or their car and left with them.

If that was the case, if he took his car and left her there to fend for herself in a room full of swingers, she hoped he was gone for good. She'd be better off without him. Filing for bankruptcy, she'd sue him for divorce.

Swinger's Halloween Masquerade Ball her ass, she didn't even get to dance. Obvious to her now, he was there for one thing. He was there to satisfy his perverse sexual appetite by having sex with other woman under the pretense that he was doing nothing wrong, only swinging. God, he's such an asshole. God, he's such a pig.

* * * * *

Scene Thirteen: Anne and Monty introduce themselves to Julie

"Hi," said a tall, beautiful, dark haired busty woman wearing a deep blue, sequined gown. "I'm Anne," she said holding out her hand for Julie to shake.

As if she was coming to her in a dream, she sparkled and for a second, she thought she was Kathryn Zeta Jones. Then, she realized that she was the woman she saw in the parking lot getting out of the black Cadillac. Just as she smiled at her then, she was smiling at her now. One in a million, she was even more beautiful up close. Well preserved, albeit for the dark hair, when she's her age, she hoped that she looks as good as this woman does. If she still looks this beautiful now, she could only imagine what she looked like 20 years ago.

"Hi," said Julie looking from her to look at her husband, the Danny De Vito, albeit taller, look-a-like before accepting her hand to shake.

"This is my husband Monty," she said.

Monty? What an interestingly delightful name. Such a cool name. If only just by his name, he captured her attention. As if his name was plucked from a 1940's era movie, except for the moderator, Monty Hall, of Let's Make a Deal, she didn't know anyone named Monty. She wondered what Monty was short for, perhaps Montgomery, Montell, or Montague. Just because of his name, she looked at him with a different eye. Now instead of him disgusting her as was her first impression of him, he intrigued her. 

"My pleasure to meet you," he said holding out his hand and bowing. When she gave him her hand, he clicked his heels before kissing her hand. 

Wow, he's so European. He's so cosmopolitan. He's such a gentleman. In the way that he made her feel like royalty, she wondered if he was royalty. Sitting there with her bright white tutu, instead of feeling ridiculous because she was abandoned and left sitting alone, she suddenly felt like a princess. She suddenly felt as if she really was a famous prima ballerina and they were both standing in her dressing room.




Swingers' Halloween Masquerade Ball



"You're very beautiful," said Anne giving her the same once over look that men normally give her.

'Oh, my God,' thought Julie. 'This beautiful, dark haired woman thinks that I'm beautiful. Her saying that I'm beautiful is like Elizabeth Taylor, when she was alive and in her prime, saying that I'm beautiful. I pale in comparison to her good looks.' 

"You are too," said Julie. Thinking better of saying it, she smiled at what she was about to say. "Has anyone ever told you that you look exactly like Catherine Zeta Jones? You could be her more beautiful sister."

She looked at the woman as if she was a movie star. She looked at the woman as if she really was Catherine Zeta Jones. She looked at the woman as if she was about to ask her for her autograph. She looked at the woman in the way that a man would look at a woman. She looked at the woman as if she wanted to kiss her. Only, Julie wasn't lesbian. She wasn't even bi-sexual. Not ever kissing another woman but for her grandmother, her mother, and her sisters, she's never been with or attracted to a woman before, until now.

"I get that all the time," she said with a warm smile.

"The resemblance is uncanny. I feel as if I'm talking to Catherine Zeta Jones," she said.

As if they were old friends, she felt comfortable cavorting with them, two, obvious professional swingers. Who would have thought that she'd befriend two professional swingers? Certainly, Julie was the last person to think that this couple would be hitting on her. If judging them by all swingers, she never knew that swingers were so nicely human. 

"May we sit?"

Julie moved her pocketbook from the chair next to her and placed it on the floor beside her.

"Yes, of course," said Julie. "Please join me."

She stared at the woman as if she was a horny man. She stared at the woman as if she was interested in having sex with her. With her stare transfixed on this beautiful woman, she looked from Anne to look at Monty before returning her focused attention back to Anne. Other than on TV and/or in the movies with the makeup and the lighting, she couldn't recall seeing someone so extraordinarily beautiful.

Even Monty with his interesting first name, his manners, and his charm was not only looking better to her but also he somehow appealed to her. With her father never on the scene, she suddenly looked upon him as the Daddy she never had. Only, perish the thought, with him about her father's age, if she was to have sex with Monty, that would be akin to her having sex with her father.

"Please forgive me for being so abrupt but we don't have a lot of time," she said looking at her diamond studded Rolex. "We're in between engagements. With tonight Halloween night, we have another party to attend," said Anne. "Halloween has always been our very special night."

Odd that Halloween of all nights would be their very special night, suddenly Julie imagined Anne being a witch and her husband being the Devil. She imagined that she was suddenly transported to a scene in Rosemary's Baby or in American Horror Story. She imagined Anne being Jessica Lange and wearing a dark wig, along with this beautiful designer gown, as her disguise. This was a Halloween costume ball after all. Only, Anne looked so much more like Catherine Zeta Jones than she did Jessica Lange.

Still with her nervous being left alone at a swingers' dance with two obvious, professional swingers, she imagined Anne and Monty being reincarnated on this very night, the Devil's birthday, to impregnate some beautiful woman with their baby. Nah, her imagination and her nerves were getting the better of her. What are the odds that Anne is a witch and Monty is the Devil reincarnated? The premise is absurd.

Still, she could be a witch, she was beautiful enough to be a witch. And Monty could be a warlock instead of the Devil. Why couldn't there be witches and warlocks walking around, especially on Halloween night? For her to be so attracted to her, a woman, when she's never been attracted to women before, she could have cast a spell over Julie to make her appear younger and more beautiful than what she is.

Moreover, perhaps with her knowing that she was enamored with Catherine Zeta Jones, she could have shapeshifted her appearance in the way that vampires usually do. She could have shapeshifted her appearance to make her look just like Catherine Zeta Jones. Better looking than Angelina playing Maleficent, Halloween always brings out the most mysterious and interesting people.

"I see," said Julie with a look of confusion on her face.

Anne looked at her and smiled before taking Julie's hand in hers.

"Allow me to get right to the point. Both my husband and I are sexually attracted to you," she said looking from her to look at her husband before returning her focused gaze to Julie.

Julie was filled with as much fright as she was filled with sexual excitement. What? They're both sexually attracted to her? Really? What does that mean? Only, what did she expect with this being a swingers' dance?

'Flattered, she couldn't believe that this extraordinary beautiful woman, a woman who looked just like her movie star idol, Catherine Zeta Jones, was sexually attracted to her. Wow, I can't believe that both she and her husband are sexually attracted to me? Okay,' she thought to herself. 'What does that mean exactly? Does that mean that they want to have sex with me?'

* * * * * 

Scene Fourteen: "Perhaps we could go to your room...and talk."

Yet, instead of being frightened, she was intrigued. As if they were old friends, as if she knew them from another life, and/or as if they were distant relatives, she felt relaxed in their presence. Except they were on a different plateau than she was. There was something so sexually sophisticated about them. As if they both had PhD's in sexual seduction, they weren't the typical swingers, not that she even knew what a typical swinger was with this her first time at a swingers dance and her first time meeting swingers.

Only, if she had to put her finger on what surprised her about them, they seemed more confidently poised and sexually enlightened than she imagined swingers to be. If she was going to give her body to anyone, for some strange reason, as if she was already controlled by a spell and had already decided to have sex with them, she imagined giving herself to Anne and Monty, especially to Anne. No matter that she was a woman, she was sexually aroused by the thought that someone who was out of this world beautiful wanted to make love to her. It's as if Miss America asked her if she could lick and finger her pussy before asking Julie to lick and finger her pussy too.

"Thank you, I think, but," she said with reservation while wondering if she was going to blow her opportunity to have swinging sex with Anne and Monty. "This is my first time at a swingers' dance. I'm embarrassed to say that I've never had sex with anyone other than my husband," she said. Somehow, she felt foolishly inexperienced admitting that to a couple of professional swingers. "I was a virgin when I married him."

Anne patted Julie's hand while giving her a sexy smile.

"Perfect," said Anne with a big smile. "That's all the better. You're the closest woman to a virgin that I know and I know a lot of women," she said with a sexy laugh. "Don't worry about a thing dear. Monty and I will take care of everything."

'Take care of everything? What does she mean by that? Exactly what needs to be taken care of,' thought Julie. 'Who are these people?'

Julie looked at them with embarrassment.

"I'm chagrinned to say that my husband, um, took off with the Doublemint gum twins."

Monty gave her a curious smile and now she wondered if Monty had something to do with Jimmy disappearing with the twins. Maybe Monty put a spell on her husband for him to leave. Maybe Monty put a spell on the Doublemint twins for them to leave with her husband. Maybe the Doublemint identical twin women are witches too. Maybe Monty setup her husband to get him out of the way so that he and Anne could get her alone. Maybe this whole thing is a setup just to seduce her, the prima ballerina about to be turned into not only a swinger but also a black swan.

"I know," said Monty. "Hoping he'd leave, we watched him go before we approached you. To be honest, if you don't mind me saying, we didn't like the looks of him. I followed him out to the elevator and he disappeared upstairs with the women."

Suddenly she felt sad. She felt angry. She couldn't believe her husband abandoned her for the first women, albeit identical twin women, who gave him the eye.

"Oh," said Julie suddenly hurt by a spark of possessive jealousy.

Keeping herself in check, she took on the character of a swinger, while trying not to show that she cared that her husband was obviously having sex with two younger women. Anne looked at her with curiosity before asking her question. 

"Are you a guest here at the hotel?"

"I am. I have a room. Yes," said Julie.

"Perhaps we could go to your room," said Anne with a pause before giving her a sexy smile, "and talk."

As if she was the man and Monty was the woman, Anne was aggressively forward. Something told her that these two wanted to do more than just talk. If only Jimmy was here he'd never believe that she was being proposition by a Catherine Zeta Jones look-a-like and Danny De Vito's taller, older brother, Monty De Vito.

"Sure, I'd like that. It's too noisy down here," said Julie with a pause before returning Anne's sexy look, "to talk."

Oddly enough, as if she was walking out the door with royalty, all eyes were upon them. Yet, strangely enough, no one dared to make eye contact with Ann or with Monty. Instead, as if envious, they made eye contact with her. All the swingers at the door still in line waiting to get in made a wide space for them. The men bowed and the women curtseyed.

Suddenly, she felt so special. She felt as if, indeed, she was walking out with royalty. What the Hell? Who are these people? And from all of the other swingers at the dance, why did they pick her to take her back to her room...to talk?

Unsure why she agreed to go back to her room with them, for some strange reason, perhaps because she now had a face and a body to go with her image of a swinger, but she was just as sexually excited as Jimmy had been. Julie, Anne, and Monty walked to the elevators. When the doors opened, she pushed the sixth floor button. She couldn't believe she was taking a swinging couple back to her hotel room.

What if they robbed her? What if they raped her? What if they murdered her? Only, there was something about them that she trusted. With loving expressions on their faces, they had kind eyes. More than that, having never been attracted to a woman before, in the way that she's always been enamored with Catherine Zeta Jones, she was suddenly attracted to Anne.

With her glamorous movie star, good looks and her confident poise, she was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. Moreover, it was obvious to her that Anne wanted her. Starved for sexual affection and loving attention, it was obvious that Monty wanted her too. Ready to submit to their sexual seduction of her, it was obvious that Julie would allow them to do anything they wanted to do to her naked body.

* * * * *

Scene Fifteen: Julie has sex with swingers, Anne and Monty

As soon as Julie entered the room and closed the door behind her, Anne wrapped her arm around her waist and pushed her up against the door. Even at this close distant, with not a wrinkle on her face, Anne was so very beautiful. Her big, beautiful brown eyes, as if they were two tunnels to her soul, peered deeply into Julie's blue eyes before she parted her lips with her tongue. Oh, my God, having never French kissed a woman before, for some unexplainable reason, she allowed Anne to kiss her in a way that her husband doesn't even kiss her.

Anne kissed Julie in the way she longed for Jimmy to kiss her. Wow, what a kiss? What an incredible kiss? Such an unbelievable kiss. Anne had Julie swooning with just one kiss.

Unbelievably, it took a woman to show her the passion that she's been missing from her marriage. Sexually excitingly, it took a woman to show her how much she was wanted. Shockingly, it took a woman, a swinger of a woman, for her to feel loved, wanted, and desired. If only she had met Anne before, she may not have married, what's his name, her husband, what is his name, Jimmy?

Never has she been kissed by a woman before. Never has she has she received such a passion filled kiss, a kiss that promised her so much more than just a kiss. As if Julie was already under her spell, she couldn't wait for Anne to kiss her like that again and again. Kissing and kissing her again, with her weak in the knees, Anne had Julie not only swooning but also wanting more. As if Anne was the man and Julie the woman, as soon as Julie wrapped her arms around Anne's neck, Anne's hands were all over Julie's big breasts.

Returning her passion, Julie kissed Anne with all the pent up love hungry passion and sexual frustration that she had when longing to kiss her husband in such a romantic way. Only, always turning his head away from her after he kissed her the three prerequisite times, Jim always made her wonder if she had bad breath. Then, when Anne abandoned Julie's breasts to reach down between her legs to cup her crotch and to feel her already moist pussy through her costume and panty, she thought she was going to have an orgasm right then and right there.

A first time for everything, not only was this the first time attending a swingers' dance but also this was her first time French kissing a woman. Now, with Anne obviously expecting more than a kiss, Julie couldn't believe that she was feeling her through her clothes. Having never been sexually touched by a woman, Anne first her breasts and now her pussy.

As if she was a doctor feeling her pulse or taking her temperature, she felt Anne's finger trace her pussy slit. Then, as if already an expert with her body, applying the right amount of pressure on her clit through her clothes while slowly rubbing it, Anne had Julie sexual aroused in only a minute. What Jimmy couldn't do in the ten years that she's known him and in the seven years that she's been married to him, Anne did in just the few minutes that she was with her.

As if Anne was an X-rated TSA agent, this was the first time a woman has been so physically familiar with her body. Only, wanting to experience so much more, Julie wanted to touch and feel Anne in the way that she touched and felt her. In a quiver of sexual excitement, she wondered if Anne would strip her naked and finger her pussy. In a quiver of sexual excitement, she wondered if Anne would lick her pussy while fingering her pussy. In a quiver of sexual excitement, she wondered if Anne would allow her to return the sexual pleasure of her favor by inviting her to eat her too.

"Shall we get more comfortable?"

"I'd like that," said Julie.

Eager to strip herself naked, when she went to unzip her costume, Monty was already behind her unzipping her. Then, the gentleman that he is, as if he was their man servant, he helped Julie off with her costume before he unzipped Anne's dress. Such a sexy sight to see, with her having the body of an Olympic swimmer, Anne remained in her bra and panties while Julie, not wearing a bra beneath her costume, was nearly naked but for her panties.

Suddenly coming to her senses and feeling uncomfortably naked with Monty staring at her, she folded her arms across her naked breasts. Curiously enough, she was more embarrassed being naked in front of Monty than she was being naked in front of Anne. As if they were already lovers, she felt totally comfortable stripping off her clothes in front of Anne. The two glasses of wine she had downstairs was enough to give her a buzz but not enough to make her drunk enough for her not to know what she was doing or was about to do.

"You have a beautiful body," said Anne who was easily forty-something-years-old and a good ten years older than Julie.

"Thank you," said Julie covering her breasts with her hands from Monty's stare. Feeling so foolishly modest, with him a swinger and her not yet a swinger, she suddenly felt that she needed to give him an explanation. "Sorry Monty but no one has ever seen my tits but for my husband."

He smiled a kind and patient smile while walking to her. She suddenly imagined him being her father. She wondered if he was her father, if she'd still want to have sex with him. 

"Allow me to be the first then," said Monty gently removing Julie's hands from her breasts. "Nothing to be modest about, Julie, you have beautiful breasts. They're so big and so shapely. May I touch them?"

"Yes," she said as if in a daze.

"May I feel them?"

"Yes," she said watching him feel and fondle her breasts.

"May I finger your nipples?"

"Of course," she said closing her eyes while he had his wicked way with her tits and nipples.

"May I suck them?"

"I can't wait for you to suck my tits Monty," she said wrapping her hand around his neck and pulling him to her.

Only, when he reached out his hand to touch her breasts, feel her breasts, and fondle her breasts, Julie involuntarily recoiled as if his hands were on fire and his fingers were flames. Then, when he started fingering her nipples with the practiced experience of a world renowned surgeon, and with Anne moving to her to kiss her again and again, she thought she'd cum. Putting one arm around Anne and her other arm around Monty, she gleefully allowed Monty to not only finger her nipples but also to suck her nipples. Something that Julie thought would never happen with her having swinging sex with not only a man but also with a woman, they already were a threesome of sexual pleasure.

* * * * *

Scene Sixteen: Anne and Monty give Julie a night she'll never forget

Anne took Julie's hand and escorted her to the king-sized bed. It was then that she was glad that Jim had reserved a room with a king-sized bed instead of a room with two beds. Anne positioned Julie back on the pillows and made out with her while feeling her breasts and fingering her nipples before sucking her nipples. As if he was a pickpocket picking panties instead of wallets, a man with such a deftly delicate touch, she didn't even feel Monty remove her panties. When she looked down, he was already positioned between her legs licking her while fingering her. Never has she ever experienced such sexual pleasure. If only for the reason of his skilled fingers and tongue, she now knew why Anne was married to Monty.

Having only given herself to her husband, she couldn't believe that a husband and wife swinging team were making love to her in the way that Jim has never made love to her. Oh my God, Jim has never kissed her in the way that Anne was kissing her. Jim has never licked and fingered her pussy in such a loving yet sexual way and in the way that Monty was now. Never has she ever felt such sexual pleasure and it didn't take Monty very long to get her where she needed to be and a place where her husband seldom ventured to take her there, a rocket ship launch to the moon. 

To look at Monty, no one would expect that he was such a tremendous lover but he was. To look at Monty, few women would invite him to their bed. Only, if she closed her eyes to imagine Ryan Reynolds licking and fingering her pussy while Anne, as Catherine Zeta Jones, kissed her, that worked. With her incorrectly judging a book by its cover, when she first saw them pulling up in the parking lot, in thinking that Anne was with Monty because of his money, now she thought differently.

Then, when Monty traded places with his wife, she couldn't believe the size of Monty's hard cock. He had a huge, long, thick prick. He was naked? When did he get naked? And if judging him from his stiff erection, he was ready to make love to her.