An Evening at Athena

The white two-story house sits roughly a hundred feet off the road. A sign identifying Athena Social club stands about thirty feet from the sidewalk. A walk comprised of red brick cuts through the lawn to the front door.

My boyfriend Todd and I had passed the place many times over the past 3 years, sometimes asking ourselves what goes on inside. We were to learn that swingers gather there, perhaps to spice up their relationship.

My name is Stephanie Colton. At age 46 I've been divorced for 7 years. Four years out of that not very good marriage Todd and I met through a dating app.

At 5' 9, my figure is vase-shaped and "The girls" are 34 D. The boyfriend stands 5' 9. He has the lean physique of a man accustomed to long dstance running. Within days of our first chat through the dating app running together became a daily routine.

Becoming swingers is a whole other story. I'll just say that a 4th of July poolside get together with our friends Ron and Alicia had turned into an orgy. That was 3 years ago. Though nothing like it has happened since then, the notion remains alive in Todd's subcoonscious and mine.

A warm Saturday morning in May found us having coffee on his balcony. As the smoke streamed from my lips the notion to be a swinger rose to the surface. I took another deep pull on my Salem Light 100 then proposed it.

Todd chuckled at the suggestion.

"If you could fuck a big name actor who would you do?"

"I don't know. I never thought about it."

"Hon, I just want an idea who might attract you if we go to a swingers club."

"What does that have to do with actors?"

"A body type and face," said Todd.

"Ok. I like tall but not too tall, say between 5 9 and 6 0. Bow-shaped lips are sexy. I like a Roman nose."

Todd didn't reply so I put a question to him.

"What are you attacted to in a woman?"

"Boobs," he replied.

"You and every other man I know," I quipped.

By 7 a.m. I had taken a shower and slipped into a purple sleeveless, square neck, low back mini dress. In front of the mirror behind my dresser I was just starting to do my makeup when Todd came into the bedroom.

"How long does it take to put a face on?"

"I don't watch the clock. I just do it."


Probably 15 or 20 minutes after answering his querie I finished my makeup with a shade of pink lipstic.

There was several seconds of silence. "I just have to do my nails and brush my hair then we can go."

"Women take a Long time to get ready."

I grinned then replied. "Men seem to like us this way."

While he was still watching I painted my nails dark red and slipped in black 3-inch pumps.

Todd put his arm inside my arm and we walked to the blue Toyota Carolla.

We waited just a minute, maybe less, after the ringing the doorbell. A woman with neck-length blond hair, blue eyes and full red lips opened it letting us inside.

"Welcome to our swingers party. We hope that you'll have a pleasureable evening."

"I think we will," I replied.

We entered a large room furnished with love seats and coffee tables. Blue lights cast a hue on furniture. I scanned the room as did the guy who brought me. Only a few couples populated the room but they all seemed to be enjoying their stay, making small talk and flirting.

Guests went up to a well-stocked bar.

About two minutes into my stay I saw a potentinal pickup. A strikingly handsome 6-footer, he was wearing a navy blazer over a teeshirt. A light-brown trimmed beard framed is face.

I approached and asked,"would you like company."

"By all means join me. I'm Jake."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Stephanie."

"May I buy you a drink Stephanie?"

"A Kalua Sombrero," I said.

"I'll be right back."

My eyes followed him to the bar. Roughly 2 minutes later, give or take a few seconds, he returned with two drinks.

"Mind if I smoke," I asked.

"Not at all," he replied.

I lit one then returned the pack to my pocketbook before taking the first sip of my drink. Before long a blue cloud hung between us. Between pulls I held my cigarette beside my right ear

We fell into easy conversation getting acquainted with each other. "My truck is my office. I work for Comcast."

I mentioned that I work in HR at a hospital.

"I'm single and here with my boyfriend." I withheld the fact that I'm divorced.

"Do you mind if I ask your age?"

"Just turned 46," I replied.

I couldn't help noticing that his eyes shifted to my ample cleavage so I placed a hand millieters from his manhood. After all, I had purchased this dress for an occasion such as this one.

"I just turned 50."

"Are you married?"

A brunette sitting across from us was facing Todd. Her eyes held his eyes. Her hand was resting on his thigh.

"That's my wife Janette."

Her full lips were painted red. A side-swept braid framed a diamond-shape face.

She turned to look at us.

"It's nice to meet you."

"Likewise," she replied. "Is this your husband?"

"Just friends," I replied.

"I love that dress."

"I just bought it the other day."

" Have you guys been in the lifestyle a long time?"

"We're newcomers," I said. "What about you?"

"Jake and I got into the life 5 years ago. We try to come to parties once a month except in winter."

What's permissible outside the bedroom? Would it be OK to take his dick out?

"Do you guys live far from here?"

"About 50 miles," Janette replied.

"Todd and I live in Murfreesboro."


"That's not far at all. You guys should come here very often."

I gave a smiling nod then related the lone incident of swinging in my life.

"Our friends Ron and Alicia had us at their house on the 4th of July. They have a pool so we skinny dipped. By mid afternoon we were drunk and flirting. It was Just 4 of us."

"Did you guys do everything?"

I gave a silent smile.

"Do you guys have kids?"

"My son's 22," said Janette.

"Does he know that his mom and dad are swingers?"

"We told him in an e-mail when he was living at Ohio State."

"Does he have a girlfriend?"

"Not that we know of," said Janette.

By this time my hand was resting over Jake's penis.

Janette continued. "If you leave the bedroom door open it's an invitation to watch you guys fucking."

I let the remark sink in then said, "we'll consider it."

I glanced to the staircase then at another staircase, this one leading to the basement.

"Upstairs or downstairs," I queried softly.

"Any room you like," he replied.

I looked toward the descending steps and down we went.

A fairly large room was bathed in purple light. Against the walls were a few leather chairs.

"We should leave the door wide open."

He gave a silent nod with a grin.

I slipped out of the dress then pulled of my Demi bra and panties.

"Hold my breasts." The softly spoken words hung in the air as his hands cupped my breasts and jiggled them. Soft moans expressed my delight. He slid a hand down to my vulva. My labia opened and my clit slowly swelled. Wetness spread inside me.

His dick hardened against my palm so my hand closed around that six-inch shaft.

Barely a minute passed before two naked young men and their partners took seats facing us.

"I need to watch the boys masturbate. Girls that's your option to do likwise or not."

We took the position called "cow girl" I faced toward the spectators. Before long my soft moans crescendoed into screams as tension wracked my body. My boobs jiggled as I bobbbd on his lap.

The boys facing us were doing exactly as I wanted to do, rubbing their erect dick. The girls stimulated their own lady parts.

The ride home was quiet for a little while.

"We sould do it again," I suggested.

"That was cool."

"Sure was," I replied.