We head into our second visit to the club with a very different attitude. We may not be the most beautiful people in the room, but we’ll be damned if we weren’t going to be social, mingle and flirt with some other people. We have great, outgoing, sarcastic personalities and we both tend to put people around us at ease.

Gone were the butterflies, the feelings that we were doing some “wrong” and apprehension about what we were going to do if someone approached us. We had been chatting with a couple from the club (and the swingers site we frequent) and had agreed to meet up at the club and have a couple of drinks. There was no expectation of anything (at least on our part), but they were both attractive, around our age and they seemed to like us from our pictures.

We also agreed (grudgingly) to meet the Persistent Guy couple, with whom we had been chatting, for drinks prior to our club visit. As you may remember, they were totally paranoid, refused to trade any face pics and were really, really uptight. He was older (late 40s) and his wife was in her mid 30s. We had seen her tits, but no face shots.

Bizarre.

So, we take a leap of faith and head out to meet these folks at a local restaurant. We walk in and can’t find them or, more accurately, they can’t find us since we don’t know what the hell they look like. Finally, the guy sees Jane, grabs us and we walk back to their table.

They are both Amazonian tall. I exaggerate, I’m sure, but they were both well over 6 feet. I am 5’10” and Jane is 5’7” so we’re not exactly shorties. She was very pretty and he was…well…he was old. He looked his age, but wasn’t an unattractive man. He reminds me of someone I would expect my Dad to hang out with, but not someone I’m gonna hand over my wife to.

We sit down and start talking and drinking. We’re getting along very well – they are really nice people. Eventually, the conversation turns to sex and we share some experiences. They are swing virgins, just like us. She is very bi-curious and he is, well, just a dirty old man.

I can tell that Jane is just being nice at this point. While there was some attraction between the girls, my wife does not find him attractive. They both clearly like us. We tell them we have to get going, since we have plans (to go fuck someone else).

Did I say that out loud?

We finish our drinks, say our goodbyes and head back home to get ready for the club.

Later, as we’re getting ready, Jane puts on a very nice low-cut sweater that shows off her cleavage, no bra and a nice pair of jeans that she calls her “MILF” jeans. She looks great, as usual and I make sure to take a little video of her with our new digital camcorder. She flashes me a little nipple and I’m totally turned on.

I can’t wait to fuck her tonight.

We pack much lighter this time around – way less booze and clothes. We didn’t want to get wasted again as that had pretty much ruined our last trip. And since we didn’t like that night’s theme, no extra outfits were required.

I wear pretty much the same thing as last time: Slacks and a nice shirt. Yawn.

We are running a few minutes late (ok, 30) from the time we had told the other couple we would be arriving. We check in, pay and get buzzed in. We dump her purse and stuff in our locker and head out to the club area to stow our drinks in the fridge.

We’re like old pros!

We look around and find nobody even close to resembling them. What the hell? It wasn’t like I said, “Can’t wait to fuck your wife!” or anything like that.

Why would someone agree…?

Oh yeah, everyone is a fucking flake.

So we decide, fuck it – we’re having a good time. I make a drink, she grabs a beer and we start wandering around. There is a woman in very skimpy lingerie dancing on the stripper pole next to the dance floor. She is working it like a pro, hanging upside down, doing all kinds of crazy shit.

Jane is enthralled. This woman was a little bit older than us and had a pretty good body, kinda small tits, but looked great. As she comes off the dance floor after her second song, Jane leans over as she walks by and says, “Honey, I have to tell you: That was hot as hell. And you looked great doing it. Impressive.”

The woman is cordial and polite and thanks Jane. She looks over at me and I nod and smile. I’m gonna let Jane drive this bus if she’s feeling aggressive.

After a bit, we tire of leaning against the wall and being ignored by The Beautiful People and decide to walk around for a bit. As I get a refill, she grabs my arm and points me towards the door. A young couple walks in. The girl is very sexy: blond curls, very nice tits, and full, pouty, red lips. She is a little bit (just a little bit) chubby, but she bears a striking resemblance to Alicia Silverstone. With blonde hair and much larger breasts. And a bigger ass, which is good in my book!

The guy is kind of short, goatee, pretty good looking in a hipster kind of way (but really cute! –Jane) and Jane leans over to me and whispers, “Now, that’s what I’m talking about…”

I nod in agreement, but they probably are headed toward The Beautiful People and we’ll never see them again. We walk around the club area for a bit and then head over to the theme room area.

We enter the theme room lobby to check out the scene and who do we run into but the couple we were scoping out moments before! They are sitting together on a black leather love seat and eying us closely.

We start chatting with them - small talk and pleasantries and I stick my hand out and introduce myself.

“I know who you guys are,” he says, “We chatted on Yahoo a couple of times. You’re Dick and you’re Jane.”

We are at a loss.

“What is your screen name?” I ask.

He tells us and Jane looks at me and we both say our special nickname for him out loud (we make up nicknames for everyone we talk to so we can remember who’s who). It’s kind of an embarrassing nickname. He sheepishly looks away and says, “Yeah, that’s me.”

“No shit? Cool, good to meet you dude! What is your name?” I query.

“Andy. And this is my friend, Sally,” he says, nodding to his buxom blonde cohort.

We exchange more pleasantries, I lean over to shake hands and Sally grabs my hand, looks me in the eye and gives me a look that makes me feel all funny inside. It’s a look I’ve gotten before from girls who want to fuck me, but it’s not a look I’ve readily accepted from anyone other than Jane for the last ten years. I return her lusty gaze and…

I’m terrible at this.

We get to talking about all kinds of stuff: Sex, computers, the club, jobs, sex and more sex. In an effort not to seem too interested, Jane and I walk around a bit and check out the insides of all the rooms. It’s still fairly early and nobody is playing yet, so we have run of the place. Half the rooms I don’t even remember from the tour – only that damn room with the flashing lights.

We come back from our impromptu tour and are being super social – flirting and talking with everyone we can. Ugly? Overweight? Scruffy? Old? It doesn’t matter – we’ll still talk to you. We probably won’t fuck you, but it never hurts when people remember you positively.

We head back to the main club area for a bit. Jane and I tire of working the room and try to find a place to sit down. We settle in at an empty table near the dance floor. When we sit, an older guy comes over and sits down next to us. Apparently, he was sitting there. He’s cool though, and sits and talks with us for a few minutes. We dance for a couple of songs and, while we’re out on the floor, I pull Jane’s tit out and suck on it.

Can’t do that in a normal dance club…

We both need another drink, so I head up to the fridge. While I’m mixing my drink, Andy approaches me, grabs a beer and leans over to talk.

A: “So, are you guys gonna go to the big room tonight?”

D: “We’re thinking about it. Are you?”

A: “Thinking about it.”

D: “So what’s the deal with the girl? I thought you said you were single when we chatted.”

A: “She’s just a friend that I play with sometimes. Not a girlfriend, just a fuck buddy.”

Just then, his “fuck buddy” approaches. She has changed into a slinky black lace mini-dress that leaves very little to the imagination.

“Are you two going to the big room tonight?” she asks, batting her eyes at me and licking her pouty, red lips.

“I don’t know. Let me go get Jane,” I say, only mildly uncomfortable with this newfound attention.

Oh yeah, Jane. My wife. Let me go get her.

I motion to Jane to come here.

Quickly!

She walks over and joins us.

“So, are you guys going to the big room tonight?” Sally asks again.

“I don’t see why not. We didn’t go last time and I really want to check it out,” says Jane.

“Very cool,” replies Sally, “When are you heading in?”

“In a little bit, I think,” says Jane.

“Very cool,” coos Sally.

Jane hip checks me against the cooler, leans in close and says, “She has been giving me eyes all night.”

“Oh, you too?” I reply, mouth agape.

This should be fun.

The four of us head to the locker room to change. And when I say change, I mean get naked!

Oh wait, naked. Crap. I don’t like being naked. Especially in front of other people.

Strangers.

Next: Part II: Disaster Averted