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It's hard to keep your towel on while opening a beer.

How we ended up at a swinger's party is beyond me. It started with a listserv, this blog, and somehow here we were. After being reminded by the deep voice on the intercom and the old guy leaving the building to close the doors tightly, we followed the music up three floors to the "discreet location". We were greeted by a large man with long dreads pulled neatly back. As scared as I was, I have to admit he appealed to my old jungle fever ways. He asked us who had RSVP'ed and what the email address had been, and then he asked if we had ever done this before. He was excited that we were swinging virgins, commenting that "the first time is always the best." If he says so. That certainly wasn't true the last time I was a virgin. After a quick tour - 2 floors, some beds closed off with curtains, and an area for massages (a woman does the men and a man does the ladies), we were led to a "locker room" the size of a closet and handed towels. This felt like the commitment point. Once we stripped out of our clothes and into those towels that didn't wrap completely around any of us (men or women), we were officially in with the rest of them. Sure a white towel that's too small doesn't make you a swinger, but you now have a better chance of becoming one.

The whole place was dark, with lots of candles. After putting our 6 pack of Corona in the fridge (the place was BYOB and we decided that once the beer was gone, so were we) we planted our toweled selves on a couch in a great spot to observe. We watched a black woman going up and down on a large black cock from the porno playing on the TV in front of us. That was the most sex we saw. There were 2 old white men walking around. One sat with a woman, who clearly worked there, on a couch. I caught parts of their conversation - when she lost her virginity, and that anal sex is a different kind of pleasure. She was pretty, thick, and we suspected somehow related to the large man who ran the whole thing. He walked by every now and then, usually fully clothed but once putting his shirt on. Another older white man sat down on the couch next to my friend. The man attempted to make small talk, I'm sure assuming that the man he was making small talk with had brought his girl (me) along to share. Lucky for me I was with the right company, and being well protected.

While I had no intention of spreading my legs for anyone in this place, I was surprisingly comfortable as my towel only half covered me. It wasn't fancy a fancy place, but at least it smelled ok. Laying on one of those beds wasn't appealing to us at all. We were curious about the "exotic massage" and, of all things, that would have been my first choice of activities. However, I suspected that exotic may lead to a happy ending of some sort and, while I was attracted to the masseur, I did not feel the need to experiment. Note that we made a point of keeping the towel between our bodies and the couch.

We didn't get or see much action that night, but we suspect the bad weather played a role in the lack of bodies at the party. The large man didn't want us to leave, but he understood and said he'd comp us if we came back on Tuesday.

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