Within days of our initiation to the Lifestyle, I created a profile on a couple of the swinger sites, but eventually settled into using SLS as our primary choice. It wasn't long after that that I found a surprising email waiting for us. A couple from the Melbourne area, about 70 minutes away, was inviting us to their place for a party. Admittedly we were too new to know what to do at a swinger's party (other than the obvious, of course). They host on Saturday nights, and it would just be too hard to get there on time with the work schedule Mrs. had at the time.

Fast forward 4 months. We've had couples. We've had threesomes. We've done hotel parties, we've done house parties. We done same room, separate room and hall passes. Mrs took some much needed vacation and I called on our friends to see if they would be hosting the weekend we were available. They said yes and we were set.

Instructions said be there by 8 sharp. We arrived at 7:45 and our hosts met us at the door. We put our stuff down and noticed the party was happily rolling along. We landed in the kitchen, said hi to those standing around in many states of undress. What we quickly noticed is that this was a party of primarily 20 somethings. All trimmed, all toned, save for a few. While I was necessarily uncomfortable, I quickly scanned faces for those in our age range (40 somethings). Not many, but a few.

We decided we'd step outside, and finally we'd strip down and got into the pool. By then, they had already spotted us.

They were 50 somethings, and I know they were feeling much of what we were feeling after looking around. We said hello and chatted a bit, but finally Mrs and I stepped into the pool and found a spot to talk to each other about our surroundings.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see the couple we'd just talked to. He'd gotten in the pool and went over to his wife. They exchanged a couple words, and like sharks, they headed our way, smelling blood.

Before long we were all close, touching, stroking and kissing. We spent about 10 minutes in the pool like this, talking and getting aroused. He put Mrs up on the edge of the pool and buried his face in her crotch. In the meantime, I led her out of the pool and we headed upstairs. I knew they'd soon follow.

Admittedly I don't know that she would have been my first choice, but she was quite a wonder in the bed. As we commenced I warned her that I have a problem with giving oral.

"I don't know when to stop."

This was obviously not a problem for her.

Mrs and I eventually took turns on her, with her squirting at nearly every orgasm. He and Mrs had fun until he was ready to enter her and we told him he needed a condom. He lost interest and eventually left the room. Mrs. took this in stride and watched us continue, then eventually joining in for a FMF. Mrs was even kind enough to unwrap the condom and put it on me so I could finish the job on our new friend.

To show my appreciation I gave her a necklace, much to her and my wife's delight. Yeah, we'll have to see them again (turns out they live about 30 minutes away from us).

While I'm still puzzled by the attitude of going bare with someone you just met a few minutes ago, we had a great time. Mrs was unfazed by his departure, saying "It's his loss." And I have to agree.