Bachelorette Party Recruiter
A true story as told to Fred Lake by his wife Tiffany
© 2018 Fred Lake
About twenty years ago, when living in another city, Fred and I were active swingers and had been for a decade. We had a lot of swinging friends we partied with, some of whom we had become true friends with and saw occasionally for non-swinger events. We also had non-swinger friends, and some of them knew each other without knowing that some were swingers. Sometimes the two worlds collided. The events of this story are taken from my journal, written at the time. When the situation began, I had no idea it was going to turn into a great way to recruit more swingers.
One of our non-swinging friends was Charlotte. I knew her from work; her company had hired my company as consultants. Charlotte had a daugh+er who was getting married. Fred and I were invited to the wedding, and Charlotte asked myself and Roxanne, a swinger friend of mine, to plan a bachelorette party. Charlotte didn¹t have a clue that Roxanne and I were swingers, but she knew we were always going to parties and thought we¹d be good at planning. We asked Charlotte just how wild she wanted the party to be, and she said: "anything goes, my daugh+er is not a goodie-two-shoes." We specifically asked if male strippers would be welcome, and she said: "of course, it¹s a bachelorette party."
So we planned on a big party. I rented a private party space, one where the facility owners arranged the furniture to suit your event, handed you the keys, and walked away (after collecting a damage deposit). The main room was about twenty by thirty feet; restrooms and a storage room for various kinds of tables and chairs were in the front part of the building. We put the chairs in a U-shape in the middle and moved some big Ottomans against the walls behind the chairs. I knew the facility as the swingers rented it every now and then for one of the larger orgies and our company rented it now and then for meetings and presentations. I bought a lot of booze and some snack trays of various types of food.
Roxanne arranged for four of the younger men in the swinger club to be the male strippers. They had good bodies and had great moves, as Roxanne and I could personally attest. (I found out later that the four of them danced for bachelorette parties and other events on a regular basis. They even appeared every month as a male strip review from all-female audiences. They were billed as "The Four Whoresmen of the Cumpuckerlips.")
The night of the party arrived, and the party started as the women were delivered to the party house. Charlotte, myself, Roxanne, and Charlotte¹s sis+er Bethany, were from our generation. The bride, Carmen, was just over twenty-one, and five her bridesmaids were all between 19 and 28. (Two were married, one engaged, and the other two had boyfriends.) We got the party started with some music and booze and a couple of silly party games. The bride opened her presents, which included lingerie and two sex toys. Drinking continued and we switched to faster music. Some of the girls were dancing, and it was getting pretty loud, but it was a free-standing building in a business district so nobody outside would care.
Except of course for the two police officers who showed up and announced they were going to arrest everyone, starting with the bride. Carmen was handcuffed spread eagle to a coat rack and a light fixture. She stood there swaying to the music with her arms stretched out to each side. Nobody was really fooled and the two police officers started dancing and stripping. As happens in such things, no one (except Roxanne and I) knew how far the strippers would go. I¹m sure a lot of the women expected (or hoped) that they would stop with their G-strings, but of course they went bare-naked and soon had their swinging dicks in full motion. For this story, we¹ll call them Matthew and Mark.
The naked Matthew and Mark then began to feel up the bride while the other women cheered them on. Even Charlotte (who was pretty drunk already) and Carmen didn¹t seem to mind. The strippers then began unbuttoning Carmen¹s blouse and unhooked her bra. Her tits were exposed to everyone and the strippers took turns sucking them and rubbing the crotch of her pants. They unbuckled the straps of her bra and threw it aside, but there was no way to get her blouse off without releasing her from the handcuffs.
The cops, Matthew and Mark, then produced a bag of plastic rings about ten inches across and had the girls try to toss the rings around their erect cocks.
At this point two firemen walked in with their bunker coats and fire extinguishers. They announced "We aren¹t here to cool this party down, but to heat it up!" We¹ll call them Luke and John for this story. The women went crazy, and the two firemen proceeded to get naked. All four men were soon rubbing on all the women (including me, and I was intimately familiar with their bodies from the swinger group). Matthew produced cans of whipped cream and the men got the girls to lick it off of their chests and cocks.
Charlotte (who was happily married) seemed to be enjoying their attention (and the whipped cream). The firemen convinced Charlotte to go stand beside Carmen, and Roxanne asked everyone if it was fair that the bride was showing her tits (so were two of the bridesmaids and Roxanne by this time) but the mo+her of the bride was not exposed. The two firemen then stripped Charlotte to the waist, which involving removing her dress and bra and leaving her wearing only her panties and pantyhose. The police promptly "arrested" her for "public nudity" and handcuffed her to the light fixture and another coat rack beside her daugh+er. Matthew and Mark then released Carmen¹s hands (one at a time) in order to remove her blouse, leaving her naked from the waist up. The two women, mo+her and daugh+er, were standing-hanging there half-naked but were not complaining. Roxanne and I were both topless by this time, and all but one the bridesmaids quickly were as well.
Then one of the cops said: "We need to kick this party up a notch!" and with help from a fireman proceeded to remove Carmen¹s pantyhose and Charlotte¹s pants. Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John men were dancing around the room, kissing and fondling the girls. (They getting their cocks stroked, and I¹m sure by then a couple of cocks got into somebody¹s mouth, including mine.) As they passed Carmen and Charlotte they would feel them up, playing with their tits and sticking their hands down their panties.
It wasn¹t long before Charlotte¹s panties were around her knees (she had a full bush) and Carmen¹s were on one of John¹s helmet. (Her pussy was trimmed but not entirely devoid of hair.) The men continued to dance around the room, and were finger-fucking and titty-sucking any women who would put up with it (including the now-naked Roxanne and myself). Mark and Luke dropped to their knees before the bride and her mo+her, licking their pussies and driving them crazy. Then Matthew and John found the sex toys and proceeded to insert them into the vaginas of Charlotte and Carmen. Everyone in the room was chanting as they writhed in pleasure. We were all guessing which one would reach an orgasm first. (Charlotte surprised everyone when she screamed an explosive orgasm.)
Mark danced by me and I took the chance to suck his cock, as I had many times before. Roxanne surprised me by laying back to expose that she had no underwear on, and ordered fireman Luke to fuck her. The bridesmaids were going crazy watching a 45-year-old women get fucked by a 25-year-old naked fireman. More and more of the girls¹ bodies were exposed.
This bothered me somewhat. Here we were, two swinger women and four swinger men in the midst of eight vanilla women who had no idea that Roxanne had probably fucked at least one of these guys every week for the last year. I didn¹t really think we¹d push things that far; I thought four men feeling up drunk women would be about as far as it went, but I didn¹t know what Roxanne had arranged ahead of time with the men. (I was in charge of food and beverage; Roxanne was in charge of the strippers. At this point I didn¹t know they were professional bachelorette party entertainers.)
I looked around, and saw a bridesmaid sucking one of John. Matthew was feeling up Charlotte with one hand and Carmen with the other. The remaining two strippers were dancing around the room feeling up women and getting felt up and sucked. They were gathering up discarded underwear and piling it in the center of the room. I noticed that one of the bridesmaids was still fully dressed and another still had on her pantyhose and panties. These were, no surprise, the married ones.
I looked around again and saw that Matthew was actually fucking Charlotte standing up as she was still handcuffed to the wall. That was serious. Charlotte was a married lady. I got up and went over to make sure she was cool. By the time I got there (which involved a brief makeout and grope session with Mark) Charlotte had Matthew¹s sperm running down her legs.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Better than okay!" she screamed. "Best fuck in years! God I needed this, and I¹m not done!"
I made sure she seemed okay and asked her if she wanted to be uncuffed. She said yes, so I hit the obvious button that made the fake handcuffs unlock, releasing her. She went into the room and talked with Luke, who headed for Carmen like a heat-seeking missile.
"Your mo+her says you need to get fucked," he said. I overheard this and was shocked. Charlotte had just cheated on her husband and was now sending a stripper to help her daugh+er cheat on her fiance. The wedding was only two days away!
"Are you okay with that?" I asked Carmen.
"Yes, and it¹s about damn time," Carmen replied. "I have needed a cock in me since they boned me with that blue thing." She looked at the stripper and said: "You damn well better make me cum! And don¹t even think about using a rubber!" Luke promised he would do her right. Then he released her from the handcuffs and carried her to one of the Ottomans. He put her down and spread her legs, then slid his already-erect cock into her already-dripping pussy, without a condom, as she had ordered. The maid of honor came and laid down beside her on another Ottoman and soon had a stripper fucking her as well. Mark was wearing a condom.
Convinced that Carmen and her maid of honor were in no pain, I looked around to see what was going on. The other two strippers (John and Matthew) had somehow produced a bag of plastic snap-links (like a link of chain but with a spring-loaded gate to allow them to be clipped together). They were busily connecting all of the bras and panties in central pile into one huge chain that stretched diagonally across the room. They got everything connected and then noticed the two married bridesmaids. One of them, fully dressed, was in the corner with Bethany. John approached them but Bethany waved him away. Matthew went to the other married bridesmaid and asked for her panties to complete the chain. After some encouragement by the other bridesmaids, she consented and allowed Matthew to remove them himself. (I found it interesting to try to spot my own underwear which were somewhere in the chain.)
Bethany and other fully dressed bridesmaid were together in the corner. They must have moved some chairs to build themselves a barrier. The girl was almost in tears, and was wearing all of her clothing although her blouse had been unbuttoned. She was also wearing a wedding ring, which I hadn¹t really noticed before, but it made sense. I went over and asked how she was doing and got the story from Bethany. It seems Mary was Bethany¹s married daugh+er and Carmen¹s cousin. She had become a bridesmaid due to the family connection, even though she never hung around the Carmen. (Cousin Carmen had been one of her bridesmaids six months earlier.) The two had nothing in common and, as they say, "ran in different circles." Mary was shocked at the behavior in the room and at the antics of her cousin and aunt, and seemed to be terrified that she was going to be dragged into the middle of the room and ****d. I helped to calm her down, told her that this kind of party wasn¹t for everyone, and that no one did anything against their will. (Not that drunk women remembered what their will actually was.) I arranged to send the two of them home in a taxi.
The party lasted another two hours and got wilder and wilder. A couple of the bridesmaids got fucked (so did I) and a couple of them (even the married one) gave a stripper a blowjob (so did I). Two of the bridesmaids went sixty-nine on each other. At one point one of the strippers challenged Charlotte to five rounds of rock-paper scissors with the winner shaving the pubic hair of the loser. Charlotte must have been pretty drunk to agree, but she lost. The stripper produced a small electric clipper and proceeded to reduce her full bush to a barely noticeable bit of fuzz. At least they didn¹t try to use a straight razor and shaving cream, which (considering how drunk the women were) might have ended in disaster. My journal (written the next day) includes a cryptic note: "maid of honor got it in the butt?!"
Eventually, we ran out of booze about the time the men ran out of cum. I called for Fred to come over in the van to help take the bridesmaids home. I did not have a single drink that night and so I drove Roxanne, Carmen, and Charlotte home. (This had been arranged ahead of time in case of some emergency. The four strippers hadn¹t drunk more than a drink each and got themselves home. No doubt their wives welcomed them with demands to hear the whole story. Looking back twenty years I wish someone had brought a video camera or any other kind of camera, but I¹m just as glad nobody did. (I don¹t think that cell phones with a camera existed then, but at least, nobody at that party had one.)
The next morning I was a little concerned that I¹d get a call from Charlotte that the wedding was being cancelled, but no call came. (I called that afternoon and got her husband Roger. He said everything was fine but that Carmen and Charlotte were busy with last-minute wedding details.) Charlotte spoke to me at the wedding and assured me that everything was fine but that she wanted to have a private conversation with me. We arranged to meet in a local park after work on Tuesday.
We picked out a bench in an off-the-beaten-path location where we could have some privacy. Charlotte said that sex with Roger (her husband) have been boring for many years but that she had really enjoyed sex with the dancers. (She eventually fucked two of them, as did Carmen.) She wanted their numbers so she could arrange to have an actual affair with them. (Roxanne had refused to give her their numbers.) I said I would consider it but that she needed to think long and hard about what she was risking. Then I told her that all of the dancers were married and that at least one of their wives might be willing to have an affair or at least a one-night-stand with Roger. She said that might be very interesting. We agreed that she would take a few days to think about it and we¹d speak again later.
I asked her what Roger thought about her shaved pussy and she said he had only barely noticed. Charlotte told him she shaved it because of the hot weather.
Charlotte called a week later and said that she had broached the idea with Roger who replied: "It could be interesting but I don¹t believe you¹d ever do it." Charlotte said she intended to show her husband just what she could do.
I suggested that she might pick an evening and I would see if I could arrange a "bachelor party" for him. She laughed and said that Roger never had a real bachelor party before they eloped twenty-four years earlier so that might be a good surprise for him. Two days later Charlotte called and said that Andrew, Carmen¹s new husband, should be included in the bachelor party because he didn¹t really have a bachelor party of his own and anyway Carmen wanted to fuck the strippers on a regular basis in future. I was worried about this, and called Carmen. What she told me stunned me.
Carmen and Andrew had officially become swingers during their honeymoon, almost by accident. On the fifth afternoon of their nine-day honeymoon, they went into an adult store looking for something fun to do that night. While looking at the various body oils, lubes, toys, lingerie, and games, they noticed another couple about their age moving through the store like they knew where they were going. The man was clearly in the lead, while the women (a devastatingly pretty redhead) was blushing red, giggling, and saying things like "Oh my God, I cannot believe were going to do this." They went to the back wall of the "showroom" and used a key card (like at a hotel) to go through an unmarked door.
Carmen and Andrew had no idea what that was about, but suspected it was something naughty. As they shopped, they noticed that in the next few minutes three men used key cards to go through the same door. As they were headed for checkout, they saw another couple, not much older than themselves, head for the door with a keycard in hand. The blonde gave Carmen a "you know what I¹m gonna do" grin. The guy in front of Carmen and Andrew at checkout was paying $20 for a keycard.
Andrew asked the clerk "What¹s up with the cards?" She answered "That¹s for the glory holes. You can get a free card if you go in as a couple." Carmen and Andrew knew what a glory hole was and laughed. As they headed to their car with their purchases, they were saying things like "Could we ever do that?" and "Do you want to?" and "Are you serious?" By the time they got to their car, they had decided to give it a try. They put their purchases, her purse, and wallet in the car (under some sweaters) and marched back into the adult store. "We¹d like a key!" they said together. "I thought you might," the clerk said with a wicked grin. Halfway to the unmarked door, Carmen (who had been watching) noticed three men get in line and could see that the first one had bought a key and the second one had a $20 bill in his hand.
They went to the door and used the key to get in. They found themselves in a small hallway with two doors. One door had a sign saying "Men enter here" and the other door had a sign that said "Women only." They smiled, kissed, laughed, and wished each other a good time.
Carmen went through her door to find herself in a hallway with six doors to the left side. All of the doors were standing open. She looked into the first room to see it was the size of a large closet. There was a block of foam on the floor by the far wall, which had vertical hand rails either side of a hole the size of her hand. There were two tissue dispenses on that wall, one above and one below and to one side of the hole. There was a towel rack on one wall with several towels, a couple of towels thrown in the corner, coat hooks on one wall, and a small stool. There was something wet and shiny running down the wall from the hole.
She looked in the second door and saw the redhead on her knees wearing only panties. She was obviously sucking some guy¹s cock. The third door had the blonde. She was naked, facing the door, with the bottom pressed up against the glory hole. From her expression it was clear that she was getting fucked. Both of the women had hung their clothes on the hooks on the wall.
The fourth room was empty, so Carmen decided it was time to face the music. She took off her blouse, bra, shoes, and Jeans, hanging up her clothes as she did so. She thought about it a minute and took off her panties as well. She kneeled down at the hole and expected a cock to appear magically, but nothing happened for over a minute. She looked through the hole and saw that the other side of the area was very dimly lit. She stuck her hand through the hole and waved. Moments later she felt someone on the other side shake her hand. "Pleased to meet you," a voice said. She heard the jingling of a belt buckle and the sound of a zipper, then a half-erect cock appeared in the hole. She reached for it.
Meanwhile, Andrew had entered the other door into a dimly lit hallway. There were open doors on the right side, and several men standing around. The first room was empty, but in the second a man was standing against the far wall with his pants dropped around his knees, and another man was standing to one side of the small room stroking his cock. Two other men were clearly in line. The third room was about the same, except that the man at the wall seemed to be stroking himself into whatever was on the other side. He reached the four room and saw Carmen¹s hand waving. He thought about tricking her but thought more of it. Turning around, he picked out a guy who seemed nice and pointed out the waving hand. "Your wife? the man asked. "Seems to be," Andrew answered. There was no one in the fifth room and the sixth room proved to be a restroom. Andrew went back and got in line for the second room. The line had gotten shorter while Andrew had explored, perhaps explained by the men now in line for Carmen¹s hole. Andrew waited his turn patiently.
Meanwhile, Carmen was sucking off one guy who came in her mouth. The second cock through the hole was black, and Carmen was excited as it would be her first black cock ever. She teased it with her tongue and began to stroke it and suck it.
Andrew reached the hole in the second room with his cock quite erected. He looked through the hole and saw a nice pair of tits. "May I?" he said, sticking his hand through the hole. She maneuvered his hand to her breasts and let him feel all he wanted. Then he got down to business.
They were in the glory hole area for well over an hour. Carmen swallowed eight loads; Andrew came in the mouths of three different women, none of them Carmen. That night as they were fucking Carmen whispered into his ear, "I like that black guy fuck me. Sorry!"
After both reached a great orgasm, Andrew said, "If you really fucked that guy, how would you like to go to an real swinger club?" Carmen asked what he meant. "The clerk at the adult store gave me tickets for a swinger club ten miles from here. They¹re having a party the day after tomorrow." Carmen was enthusiastic. They went, hung around in the nightclub area until they met a couple they liked, and had their first official full wife swap.
So I found myself arranging for a swinger surprise bachelor party. I felt like a pimp. Roxanne was "in" the minute I asked her and we started discussing other swinger women we could recruit. We decided that since there had been four swinger stripper studs for Carmen that we only needed two other women, but when we asked the stripper studs if their wives would want to help us out, all four agreed, even demanded, to be part of it. So we now had six women for the party. Charlotte and Carmen wanted to be there, but I thought that was a very bad idea and suggested an alternative arrangement which they accepted.
Charlotte designed the trap. She told her husband and Andrew that she had arranged a special surprise for them. She wrote a note to Roger and Carmen wrote a note to Andrew; both notes basically said "I¹m getting fucked right now and have arranged for you to get fucked too. Enjoy yourself. I¹m not k**ding." I was to hand these notes to the lucky boys when I arrived.
Fred took me to pick up two of the young wives; Roxanne and her husband picked up the other two. All six of us were wearing what we considered normal for a swinger party: T-shirt without a bra, soft shorts (like gym shorts), panties, and flip-flops or sandals.
Charlotte met us at the door and let us in, then got in Fred¹s car and headed for Carmen¹s apartment. We stripped as we headed for the back of the house.
The four Whoresmen drove over to Carmen¹s apartment a little later. Carmen and Charlotte would entertain the six men during the evening.
Roger and Andrew were in the den watching porn the big screen TV when we entered. All six of us were, by then, wearing only panties, and even those were a combination of skimpy, crotchless, and see-through items. The men were flabbergasted when we entered. "We¹re your surprise," we announced. I handed over the hand-written "hall passes" and told the men to get ready for a wild night.
Roxanne and two of the girls attacked Andrew while the other two and I went after Roger. I didn¹t pay much attention to what Roxanne was doing, but one of the girls on my team (in her crotchless panties) climbed up and sat on Roger¹s face while the other one and I got to work on getting his pants off and his cock out. We took turns sucking him for a while, then dragged him onto the floor. I saw Carmen was already on top of Andrew, riding him for all he was worth. I was going to be sure I got Roger first, but one of my team mates beat me to the cock, which was just as well, as he lasted about ten seconds inside her.
After Andrew finished inside Roxanne, we all took a moment to catch our breath and talk a bit. The two men were surprised that their wives would arrange this for them, and they did ask if their wives were being treated properly at the other party. I was going to get Roger next, but Andrew surprised me by asking if he could have me next. In the end, Roger screwed all four of the young wives while Roxanne and I played only with Andrew. He said he had never been with a woman older than himself and wanted to see what it was like.
About eleven o¹clock, Charlotte and Carmen walked in. One of the Whoresmen took their wives home and left the rest of us to talk. Charlotte, Carmen, Andrew, and Roger had a lot of questions about the local swinger scene and wanted to be sure they got invited to a party very soon.
The four of them were very interested in joining the swinger lifestyle. We discussed various things that might happen, and told all of them to go get tested by their doctors.
I talked about the situation with some of the other ladies in the swinger club, and they were (as always) interested in bringing new members into the fold. (Yes, that¹s a subtle but sexy play on words.) There were some events planned, semi-planned, and lightly pencilled in. One that looked interesting to me was scheduled for the same party building in a months¹ time. I was to be a sort of strip tease contest with more than a dozen couples. (Roxanna and I were already planning to be there, but it seemed like a good opportunity to "present" the two new women to the men of the club.)
Plans moved quickly. Charlotte and Carmen were excited; so were Roger and Andrew. One of the ladies in the club called me and suggested that we "auction" the two new ladies with the highest bidders getting to fuck them. The money would go to a charity that would not be told the details of how that came to pass. The Four Whoresmen were already booked for another event the same night which was just as well as they would crowd the room with people who had already met the newcumers.
The night came, and there were 15 couples in attendance. Some of the women just wore regular clothes that were easy to get out of, others wore stripper clothes, and some wore "costumes" of various types. Charlotte dressed as a "business lady" in a stylish suit while Carmen found one of her old college cheerleader outfits that fit and wore it to the party. For the first hour as people wandered in (some insisted on being fashionably late, others just weren¹t very organized) and had drinks and chatted. At this party, the women had wrist bands. White meant the men did not have to use a condom, red meant that they did. Charlotte and Carmen both wore white bands, as did about half of the women. Then it was time for the contest.
The women went out of the main room into the lobby of the building. (The outside windows were painted over for privacy.) The men quickly undressed and took seats around the room. Some of them covered their junk with a towel, but many did not. Donna, one of the swinger ladies who organized the event, became the Mistress of Ceremonies and introduced each dancer. (We ladies had drawn numbers from a hat.) There were too empty sex swings hanging from hooks in the ceiling (like I said, we had used this room before) with their empty straps dangling straight down.
One by one, we entered the room by one of the doors, danced around to music we had in a boom box, stripped completely naked, and danced back out the other door. There was a lot of cheering and lewd comments, and some promises to fuck our brains out and leave us all sore and full of cum. After every women had stripped, Donna whipped off the satin robe she was wearing and the rest of us came into the room together and lined up for all the men to see.
Donna then announced that the charity auction was to begin. For the first item, her husband (Willard) held up a small electric razor and called out the names of the three women with the heaviest bushes. "I will give $50 to charity if one of those women will allow me to shave her pussy!" The crowd cheered. One of the women firmly shook her head "no", the second looked terrified, and the third just said "Ok, I¹ll do it, it¹s for a good cause and all that." She climbed into one of the sex swingers and the other two women were invited to hold her legs as far open as possible. Willard then stood beside her and reached over to begin shaving her. She started at the top and for the first minute it looked like nothing was happened. The hair was being cut, but the thickly matted bush was still firmly connected. After a while, however, bunches of hair started to fall, and soon enough her beaver was completely bald.
"Thank you," Willard said.
One of the other bushy wives said "If you¹ve got another fifty bucks, you can do mine." Willard was only too happy to complete to the cheers of the crowd. When she got down out of the swing, Donna said to the third woman "Don¹t you want to raise another fifty bucks and make it a clean sweep?" He husband shouted "Do it, honey!" but she just blushed and shook her head. The crowd began to chant "shave it, shave it!" Donna then said "My husband says if you let him shave you, he will make it $100 for each of you. So will you do it for $200 added to the pot?" The chanting built to a crescendo and the third bushy wife finally agreed. All during her shave the crowd changed "Cut it, cut it, cut it!"
One of the other wives in the room, with natural fur but by no means a true bush, asked if Willard would give $20 for her pubic hair. When Willard appeared to hesitate, another man said "I¹ll give $25 to shave her!" and Willard handed over the razor.
Three more women came forward to be shaved for various amounts by three other gentlemen.
Then Donna said "We need to move on," and called Charlotte to the front of the room. "Charlotte is a new swinger. She had her first experience in this room only last month, and since this is her first official party, we¹re going to auction off the rights to fuck her." The bidding rapidly escalated, reaching $115. Then a voice was heard saying "I will give $200 to fuck her!" and everyone looked to see who entered the winning bid. To the shock of everyone in the room, it was Andrew, the brand new husband of Charlotte¹s daugh+er Carmen. Donna asked Charlotte and Carmen if that was okay, and both agreed. Charlotte turned red but smiled like the cat who are the canary. The bidding for Carmen was swift, with the final bid reaching $200. (No, it was not her fa+her.) The two women climbed into the sex swings and the winning bidders took their places. Soon, both women were swinging free with sperm dripping onto the floor from their pussies.
I wondered what could happen next when Ruth, a woman who had been in the swinger group far longer than me stepped up to the stage. "You all know me," she said. "I¹ve been fucked by most of you, but I have always made men use a condom. Even my husband has only gone bareback three times, when we created our c***dren. But for this worthwhile charity, I¹ll agree to fuck bareback any man who will donated $100! This is a one-time deal. After tonight, condoms will be required." Hands went up all over the room, as Ruth was well known to be a fanatical condom user. Donna asked her how many men she was willing to fuck. "As many as have $100. All of you, if you want. Every swinging dick in here can leave a load of sperm inside me, if that¹s what you want." In the end, she raised $1700 for the charity, including men who fucked her twice. She used most of a tube of lube before it was over, and we had to mop up the sperm from the floor under her sex swing.
While Ruth was getting her brains fucked out, the rest of us got busy, pairing off and doing what we were there to do.
A few days later, the six of us (Fred and I, Carmen, Charlotte, and their husbands) with Donna and Willard. Much was discussed about swinging. Carmen and Charlotte (and their husbands) became active members of the club, and were active for many years. The four of them went together to Hedonism. I had a chance to email Carmen while writing this story, and she is still an active swinger (in a different club from our current one) although her parents no longer are.
For the two years and some that Fred and I still lived in that city, there were quite a few bachelorette parties held by the Four Whorsemen of the Cumpuckerlips at that party room. They continued for a long time after we left. They were useful in recruiting swingers, and I fucked at least a dozen men who joined the group after their wives or fiances or daugh+ers attended one of our parties. Most of the parties were fairly tame with anyone getting fucked, but if some of the women started fucking a lot of them ended up doing it, and some of those became swingers.
A more successful method of recruiting was something we discovered a month or two later: Divorce Parties. Ex-wives pissed off at ex-hubby's cheating wanted to get even. But that is another story.
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© 2018 Fred Lake
About twenty years ago, when living in another city, Fred and I were active swingers and had been for a decade. We had a lot of swinging friends we partied with, some of whom we had become true friends with and saw occasionally for non-swinger events. We also had non-swinger friends, and some of them knew each other without knowing that some were swingers. Sometimes the two worlds collided. The events of this story are taken from my journal, written at the time. When the situation began, I had no idea it was going to turn into a great way to recruit more swingers.
One of our non-swinging friends was Charlotte. I knew her from work; her company had hired my company as consultants. Charlotte had a daugh+er who was getting married. Fred and I were invited to the wedding, and Charlotte asked myself and Roxanne, a swinger friend of mine, to plan a bachelorette party. Charlotte didn¹t have a clue that Roxanne and I were swingers, but she knew we were always going to parties and thought we¹d be good at planning. We asked Charlotte just how wild she wanted the party to be, and she said: "anything goes, my daugh+er is not a goodie-two-shoes." We specifically asked if male strippers would be welcome, and she said: "of course, it¹s a bachelorette party."
So we planned on a big party. I rented a private party space, one where the facility owners arranged the furniture to suit your event, handed you the keys, and walked away (after collecting a damage deposit). The main room was about twenty by thirty feet; restrooms and a storage room for various kinds of tables and chairs were in the front part of the building. We put the chairs in a U-shape in the middle and moved some big Ottomans against the walls behind the chairs. I knew the facility as the swingers rented it every now and then for one of the larger orgies and our company rented it now and then for meetings and presentations. I bought a lot of booze and some snack trays of various types of food.
Roxanne arranged for four of the younger men in the swinger club to be the male strippers. They had good bodies and had great moves, as Roxanne and I could personally attest. (I found out later that the four of them danced for bachelorette parties and other events on a regular basis. They even appeared every month as a male strip review from all-female audiences. They were billed as "The Four Whoresmen of the Cumpuckerlips.")
The night of the party arrived, and the party started as the women were delivered to the party house. Charlotte, myself, Roxanne, and Charlotte¹s sis+er Bethany, were from our generation. The bride, Carmen, was just over twenty-one, and five her bridesmaids were all between 19 and 28. (Two were married, one engaged, and the other two had boyfriends.) We got the party started with some music and booze and a couple of silly party games. The bride opened her presents, which included lingerie and two sex toys. Drinking continued and we switched to faster music. Some of the girls were dancing, and it was getting pretty loud, but it was a free-standing building in a business district so nobody outside would care.
Except of course for the two police officers who showed up and announced they were going to arrest everyone, starting with the bride. Carmen was handcuffed spread eagle to a coat rack and a light fixture. She stood there swaying to the music with her arms stretched out to each side. Nobody was really fooled and the two police officers started dancing and stripping. As happens in such things, no one (except Roxanne and I) knew how far the strippers would go. I¹m sure a lot of the women expected (or hoped) that they would stop with their G-strings, but of course they went bare-naked and soon had their swinging dicks in full motion. For this story, we¹ll call them Matthew and Mark.
The naked Matthew and Mark then began to feel up the bride while the other women cheered them on. Even Charlotte (who was pretty drunk already) and Carmen didn¹t seem to mind. The strippers then began unbuttoning Carmen¹s blouse and unhooked her bra. Her tits were exposed to everyone and the strippers took turns sucking them and rubbing the crotch of her pants. They unbuckled the straps of her bra and threw it aside, but there was no way to get her blouse off without releasing her from the handcuffs.
The cops, Matthew and Mark, then produced a bag of plastic rings about ten inches across and had the girls try to toss the rings around their erect cocks.
At this point two firemen walked in with their bunker coats and fire extinguishers. They announced "We aren¹t here to cool this party down, but to heat it up!" We¹ll call them Luke and John for this story. The women went crazy, and the two firemen proceeded to get naked. All four men were soon rubbing on all the women (including me, and I was intimately familiar with their bodies from the swinger group). Matthew produced cans of whipped cream and the men got the girls to lick it off of their chests and cocks.
Charlotte (who was happily married) seemed to be enjoying their attention (and the whipped cream). The firemen convinced Charlotte to go stand beside Carmen, and Roxanne asked everyone if it was fair that the bride was showing her tits (so were two of the bridesmaids and Roxanne by this time) but the mo+her of the bride was not exposed. The two firemen then stripped Charlotte to the waist, which involving removing her dress and bra and leaving her wearing only her panties and pantyhose. The police promptly "arrested" her for "public nudity" and handcuffed her to the light fixture and another coat rack beside her daugh+er. Matthew and Mark then released Carmen¹s hands (one at a time) in order to remove her blouse, leaving her naked from the waist up. The two women, mo+her and daugh+er, were standing-hanging there half-naked but were not complaining. Roxanne and I were both topless by this time, and all but one the bridesmaids quickly were as well.
Then one of the cops said: "We need to kick this party up a notch!" and with help from a fireman proceeded to remove Carmen¹s pantyhose and Charlotte¹s pants. Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John men were dancing around the room, kissing and fondling the girls. (They getting their cocks stroked, and I¹m sure by then a couple of cocks got into somebody¹s mouth, including mine.) As they passed Carmen and Charlotte they would feel them up, playing with their tits and sticking their hands down their panties.
It wasn¹t long before Charlotte¹s panties were around her knees (she had a full bush) and Carmen¹s were on one of John¹s helmet. (Her pussy was trimmed but not entirely devoid of hair.) The men continued to dance around the room, and were finger-fucking and titty-sucking any women who would put up with it (including the now-naked Roxanne and myself). Mark and Luke dropped to their knees before the bride and her mo+her, licking their pussies and driving them crazy. Then Matthew and John found the sex toys and proceeded to insert them into the vaginas of Charlotte and Carmen. Everyone in the room was chanting as they writhed in pleasure. We were all guessing which one would reach an orgasm first. (Charlotte surprised everyone when she screamed an explosive orgasm.)
Mark danced by me and I took the chance to suck his cock, as I had many times before. Roxanne surprised me by laying back to expose that she had no underwear on, and ordered fireman Luke to fuck her. The bridesmaids were going crazy watching a 45-year-old women get fucked by a 25-year-old naked fireman. More and more of the girls¹ bodies were exposed.
This bothered me somewhat. Here we were, two swinger women and four swinger men in the midst of eight vanilla women who had no idea that Roxanne had probably fucked at least one of these guys every week for the last year. I didn¹t really think we¹d push things that far; I thought four men feeling up drunk women would be about as far as it went, but I didn¹t know what Roxanne had arranged ahead of time with the men. (I was in charge of food and beverage; Roxanne was in charge of the strippers. At this point I didn¹t know they were professional bachelorette party entertainers.)
I looked around, and saw a bridesmaid sucking one of John. Matthew was feeling up Charlotte with one hand and Carmen with the other. The remaining two strippers were dancing around the room feeling up women and getting felt up and sucked. They were gathering up discarded underwear and piling it in the center of the room. I noticed that one of the bridesmaids was still fully dressed and another still had on her pantyhose and panties. These were, no surprise, the married ones.
I looked around again and saw that Matthew was actually fucking Charlotte standing up as she was still handcuffed to the wall. That was serious. Charlotte was a married lady. I got up and went over to make sure she was cool. By the time I got there (which involved a brief makeout and grope session with Mark) Charlotte had Matthew¹s sperm running down her legs.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Better than okay!" she screamed. "Best fuck in years! God I needed this, and I¹m not done!"
I made sure she seemed okay and asked her if she wanted to be uncuffed. She said yes, so I hit the obvious button that made the fake handcuffs unlock, releasing her. She went into the room and talked with Luke, who headed for Carmen like a heat-seeking missile.
"Your mo+her says you need to get fucked," he said. I overheard this and was shocked. Charlotte had just cheated on her husband and was now sending a stripper to help her daugh+er cheat on her fiance. The wedding was only two days away!
"Are you okay with that?" I asked Carmen.
"Yes, and it¹s about damn time," Carmen replied. "I have needed a cock in me since they boned me with that blue thing." She looked at the stripper and said: "You damn well better make me cum! And don¹t even think about using a rubber!" Luke promised he would do her right. Then he released her from the handcuffs and carried her to one of the Ottomans. He put her down and spread her legs, then slid his already-erect cock into her already-dripping pussy, without a condom, as she had ordered. The maid of honor came and laid down beside her on another Ottoman and soon had a stripper fucking her as well. Mark was wearing a condom.
Convinced that Carmen and her maid of honor were in no pain, I looked around to see what was going on. The other two strippers (John and Matthew) had somehow produced a bag of plastic snap-links (like a link of chain but with a spring-loaded gate to allow them to be clipped together). They were busily connecting all of the bras and panties in central pile into one huge chain that stretched diagonally across the room. They got everything connected and then noticed the two married bridesmaids. One of them, fully dressed, was in the corner with Bethany. John approached them but Bethany waved him away. Matthew went to the other married bridesmaid and asked for her panties to complete the chain. After some encouragement by the other bridesmaids, she consented and allowed Matthew to remove them himself. (I found it interesting to try to spot my own underwear which were somewhere in the chain.)
Bethany and other fully dressed bridesmaid were together in the corner. They must have moved some chairs to build themselves a barrier. The girl was almost in tears, and was wearing all of her clothing although her blouse had been unbuttoned. She was also wearing a wedding ring, which I hadn¹t really noticed before, but it made sense. I went over and asked how she was doing and got the story from Bethany. It seems Mary was Bethany¹s married daugh+er and Carmen¹s cousin. She had become a bridesmaid due to the family connection, even though she never hung around the Carmen. (Cousin Carmen had been one of her bridesmaids six months earlier.) The two had nothing in common and, as they say, "ran in different circles." Mary was shocked at the behavior in the room and at the antics of her cousin and aunt, and seemed to be terrified that she was going to be dragged into the middle of the room and ****d. I helped to calm her down, told her that this kind of party wasn¹t for everyone, and that no one did anything against their will. (Not that drunk women remembered what their will actually was.) I arranged to send the two of them home in a taxi.
The party lasted another two hours and got wilder and wilder. A couple of the bridesmaids got fucked (so did I) and a couple of them (even the married one) gave a stripper a blowjob (so did I). Two of the bridesmaids went sixty-nine on each other. At one point one of the strippers challenged Charlotte to five rounds of rock-paper scissors with the winner shaving the pubic hair of the loser. Charlotte must have been pretty drunk to agree, but she lost. The stripper produced a small electric clipper and proceeded to reduce her full bush to a barely noticeable bit of fuzz. At least they didn¹t try to use a straight razor and shaving cream, which (considering how drunk the women were) might have ended in disaster. My journal (written the next day) includes a cryptic note: "maid of honor got it in the butt?!"
Eventually, we ran out of booze about the time the men ran out of cum. I called for Fred to come over in the van to help take the bridesmaids home. I did not have a single drink that night and so I drove Roxanne, Carmen, and Charlotte home. (This had been arranged ahead of time in case of some emergency. The four strippers hadn¹t drunk more than a drink each and got themselves home. No doubt their wives welcomed them with demands to hear the whole story. Looking back twenty years I wish someone had brought a video camera or any other kind of camera, but I¹m just as glad nobody did. (I don¹t think that cell phones with a camera existed then, but at least, nobody at that party had one.)
The next morning I was a little concerned that I¹d get a call from Charlotte that the wedding was being cancelled, but no call came. (I called that afternoon and got her husband Roger. He said everything was fine but that Carmen and Charlotte were busy with last-minute wedding details.) Charlotte spoke to me at the wedding and assured me that everything was fine but that she wanted to have a private conversation with me. We arranged to meet in a local park after work on Tuesday.
We picked out a bench in an off-the-beaten-path location where we could have some privacy. Charlotte said that sex with Roger (her husband) have been boring for many years but that she had really enjoyed sex with the dancers. (She eventually fucked two of them, as did Carmen.) She wanted their numbers so she could arrange to have an actual affair with them. (Roxanne had refused to give her their numbers.) I said I would consider it but that she needed to think long and hard about what she was risking. Then I told her that all of the dancers were married and that at least one of their wives might be willing to have an affair or at least a one-night-stand with Roger. She said that might be very interesting. We agreed that she would take a few days to think about it and we¹d speak again later.
I asked her what Roger thought about her shaved pussy and she said he had only barely noticed. Charlotte told him she shaved it because of the hot weather.
Charlotte called a week later and said that she had broached the idea with Roger who replied: "It could be interesting but I don¹t believe you¹d ever do it." Charlotte said she intended to show her husband just what she could do.
I suggested that she might pick an evening and I would see if I could arrange a "bachelor party" for him. She laughed and said that Roger never had a real bachelor party before they eloped twenty-four years earlier so that might be a good surprise for him. Two days later Charlotte called and said that Andrew, Carmen¹s new husband, should be included in the bachelor party because he didn¹t really have a bachelor party of his own and anyway Carmen wanted to fuck the strippers on a regular basis in future. I was worried about this, and called Carmen. What she told me stunned me.
Carmen and Andrew had officially become swingers during their honeymoon, almost by accident. On the fifth afternoon of their nine-day honeymoon, they went into an adult store looking for something fun to do that night. While looking at the various body oils, lubes, toys, lingerie, and games, they noticed another couple about their age moving through the store like they knew where they were going. The man was clearly in the lead, while the women (a devastatingly pretty redhead) was blushing red, giggling, and saying things like "Oh my God, I cannot believe were going to do this." They went to the back wall of the "showroom" and used a key card (like at a hotel) to go through an unmarked door.
Carmen and Andrew had no idea what that was about, but suspected it was something naughty. As they shopped, they noticed that in the next few minutes three men used key cards to go through the same door. As they were headed for checkout, they saw another couple, not much older than themselves, head for the door with a keycard in hand. The blonde gave Carmen a "you know what I¹m gonna do" grin. The guy in front of Carmen and Andrew at checkout was paying $20 for a keycard.
Andrew asked the clerk "What¹s up with the cards?" She answered "That¹s for the glory holes. You can get a free card if you go in as a couple." Carmen and Andrew knew what a glory hole was and laughed. As they headed to their car with their purchases, they were saying things like "Could we ever do that?" and "Do you want to?" and "Are you serious?" By the time they got to their car, they had decided to give it a try. They put their purchases, her purse, and wallet in the car (under some sweaters) and marched back into the adult store. "We¹d like a key!" they said together. "I thought you might," the clerk said with a wicked grin. Halfway to the unmarked door, Carmen (who had been watching) noticed three men get in line and could see that the first one had bought a key and the second one had a $20 bill in his hand.
They went to the door and used the key to get in. They found themselves in a small hallway with two doors. One door had a sign saying "Men enter here" and the other door had a sign that said "Women only." They smiled, kissed, laughed, and wished each other a good time.
Carmen went through her door to find herself in a hallway with six doors to the left side. All of the doors were standing open. She looked into the first room to see it was the size of a large closet. There was a block of foam on the floor by the far wall, which had vertical hand rails either side of a hole the size of her hand. There were two tissue dispenses on that wall, one above and one below and to one side of the hole. There was a towel rack on one wall with several towels, a couple of towels thrown in the corner, coat hooks on one wall, and a small stool. There was something wet and shiny running down the wall from the hole.
She looked in the second door and saw the redhead on her knees wearing only panties. She was obviously sucking some guy¹s cock. The third door had the blonde. She was naked, facing the door, with the bottom pressed up against the glory hole. From her expression it was clear that she was getting fucked. Both of the women had hung their clothes on the hooks on the wall.
The fourth room was empty, so Carmen decided it was time to face the music. She took off her blouse, bra, shoes, and Jeans, hanging up her clothes as she did so. She thought about it a minute and took off her panties as well. She kneeled down at the hole and expected a cock to appear magically, but nothing happened for over a minute. She looked through the hole and saw that the other side of the area was very dimly lit. She stuck her hand through the hole and waved. Moments later she felt someone on the other side shake her hand. "Pleased to meet you," a voice said. She heard the jingling of a belt buckle and the sound of a zipper, then a half-erect cock appeared in the hole. She reached for it.
Meanwhile, Andrew had entered the other door into a dimly lit hallway. There were open doors on the right side, and several men standing around. The first room was empty, but in the second a man was standing against the far wall with his pants dropped around his knees, and another man was standing to one side of the small room stroking his cock. Two other men were clearly in line. The third room was about the same, except that the man at the wall seemed to be stroking himself into whatever was on the other side. He reached the four room and saw Carmen¹s hand waving. He thought about tricking her but thought more of it. Turning around, he picked out a guy who seemed nice and pointed out the waving hand. "Your wife? the man asked. "Seems to be," Andrew answered. There was no one in the fifth room and the sixth room proved to be a restroom. Andrew went back and got in line for the second room. The line had gotten shorter while Andrew had explored, perhaps explained by the men now in line for Carmen¹s hole. Andrew waited his turn patiently.
Meanwhile, Carmen was sucking off one guy who came in her mouth. The second cock through the hole was black, and Carmen was excited as it would be her first black cock ever. She teased it with her tongue and began to stroke it and suck it.
Andrew reached the hole in the second room with his cock quite erected. He looked through the hole and saw a nice pair of tits. "May I?" he said, sticking his hand through the hole. She maneuvered his hand to her breasts and let him feel all he wanted. Then he got down to business.
They were in the glory hole area for well over an hour. Carmen swallowed eight loads; Andrew came in the mouths of three different women, none of them Carmen. That night as they were fucking Carmen whispered into his ear, "I like that black guy fuck me. Sorry!"
After both reached a great orgasm, Andrew said, "If you really fucked that guy, how would you like to go to an real swinger club?" Carmen asked what he meant. "The clerk at the adult store gave me tickets for a swinger club ten miles from here. They¹re having a party the day after tomorrow." Carmen was enthusiastic. They went, hung around in the nightclub area until they met a couple they liked, and had their first official full wife swap.
So I found myself arranging for a swinger surprise bachelor party. I felt like a pimp. Roxanne was "in" the minute I asked her and we started discussing other swinger women we could recruit. We decided that since there had been four swinger stripper studs for Carmen that we only needed two other women, but when we asked the stripper studs if their wives would want to help us out, all four agreed, even demanded, to be part of it. So we now had six women for the party. Charlotte and Carmen wanted to be there, but I thought that was a very bad idea and suggested an alternative arrangement which they accepted.
Charlotte designed the trap. She told her husband and Andrew that she had arranged a special surprise for them. She wrote a note to Roger and Carmen wrote a note to Andrew; both notes basically said "I¹m getting fucked right now and have arranged for you to get fucked too. Enjoy yourself. I¹m not k**ding." I was to hand these notes to the lucky boys when I arrived.
Fred took me to pick up two of the young wives; Roxanne and her husband picked up the other two. All six of us were wearing what we considered normal for a swinger party: T-shirt without a bra, soft shorts (like gym shorts), panties, and flip-flops or sandals.
Charlotte met us at the door and let us in, then got in Fred¹s car and headed for Carmen¹s apartment. We stripped as we headed for the back of the house.
The four Whoresmen drove over to Carmen¹s apartment a little later. Carmen and Charlotte would entertain the six men during the evening.
Roger and Andrew were in the den watching porn the big screen TV when we entered. All six of us were, by then, wearing only panties, and even those were a combination of skimpy, crotchless, and see-through items. The men were flabbergasted when we entered. "We¹re your surprise," we announced. I handed over the hand-written "hall passes" and told the men to get ready for a wild night.
Roxanne and two of the girls attacked Andrew while the other two and I went after Roger. I didn¹t pay much attention to what Roxanne was doing, but one of the girls on my team (in her crotchless panties) climbed up and sat on Roger¹s face while the other one and I got to work on getting his pants off and his cock out. We took turns sucking him for a while, then dragged him onto the floor. I saw Carmen was already on top of Andrew, riding him for all he was worth. I was going to be sure I got Roger first, but one of my team mates beat me to the cock, which was just as well, as he lasted about ten seconds inside her.
After Andrew finished inside Roxanne, we all took a moment to catch our breath and talk a bit. The two men were surprised that their wives would arrange this for them, and they did ask if their wives were being treated properly at the other party. I was going to get Roger next, but Andrew surprised me by asking if he could have me next. In the end, Roger screwed all four of the young wives while Roxanne and I played only with Andrew. He said he had never been with a woman older than himself and wanted to see what it was like.
About eleven o¹clock, Charlotte and Carmen walked in. One of the Whoresmen took their wives home and left the rest of us to talk. Charlotte, Carmen, Andrew, and Roger had a lot of questions about the local swinger scene and wanted to be sure they got invited to a party very soon.
The four of them were very interested in joining the swinger lifestyle. We discussed various things that might happen, and told all of them to go get tested by their doctors.
I talked about the situation with some of the other ladies in the swinger club, and they were (as always) interested in bringing new members into the fold. (Yes, that¹s a subtle but sexy play on words.) There were some events planned, semi-planned, and lightly pencilled in. One that looked interesting to me was scheduled for the same party building in a months¹ time. I was to be a sort of strip tease contest with more than a dozen couples. (Roxanna and I were already planning to be there, but it seemed like a good opportunity to "present" the two new women to the men of the club.)
Plans moved quickly. Charlotte and Carmen were excited; so were Roger and Andrew. One of the ladies in the club called me and suggested that we "auction" the two new ladies with the highest bidders getting to fuck them. The money would go to a charity that would not be told the details of how that came to pass. The Four Whoresmen were already booked for another event the same night which was just as well as they would crowd the room with people who had already met the newcumers.
The night came, and there were 15 couples in attendance. Some of the women just wore regular clothes that were easy to get out of, others wore stripper clothes, and some wore "costumes" of various types. Charlotte dressed as a "business lady" in a stylish suit while Carmen found one of her old college cheerleader outfits that fit and wore it to the party. For the first hour as people wandered in (some insisted on being fashionably late, others just weren¹t very organized) and had drinks and chatted. At this party, the women had wrist bands. White meant the men did not have to use a condom, red meant that they did. Charlotte and Carmen both wore white bands, as did about half of the women. Then it was time for the contest.
The women went out of the main room into the lobby of the building. (The outside windows were painted over for privacy.) The men quickly undressed and took seats around the room. Some of them covered their junk with a towel, but many did not. Donna, one of the swinger ladies who organized the event, became the Mistress of Ceremonies and introduced each dancer. (We ladies had drawn numbers from a hat.) There were too empty sex swings hanging from hooks in the ceiling (like I said, we had used this room before) with their empty straps dangling straight down.
One by one, we entered the room by one of the doors, danced around to music we had in a boom box, stripped completely naked, and danced back out the other door. There was a lot of cheering and lewd comments, and some promises to fuck our brains out and leave us all sore and full of cum. After every women had stripped, Donna whipped off the satin robe she was wearing and the rest of us came into the room together and lined up for all the men to see.
Donna then announced that the charity auction was to begin. For the first item, her husband (Willard) held up a small electric razor and called out the names of the three women with the heaviest bushes. "I will give $50 to charity if one of those women will allow me to shave her pussy!" The crowd cheered. One of the women firmly shook her head "no", the second looked terrified, and the third just said "Ok, I¹ll do it, it¹s for a good cause and all that." She climbed into one of the sex swingers and the other two women were invited to hold her legs as far open as possible. Willard then stood beside her and reached over to begin shaving her. She started at the top and for the first minute it looked like nothing was happened. The hair was being cut, but the thickly matted bush was still firmly connected. After a while, however, bunches of hair started to fall, and soon enough her beaver was completely bald.
"Thank you," Willard said.
One of the other bushy wives said "If you¹ve got another fifty bucks, you can do mine." Willard was only too happy to complete to the cheers of the crowd. When she got down out of the swing, Donna said to the third woman "Don¹t you want to raise another fifty bucks and make it a clean sweep?" He husband shouted "Do it, honey!" but she just blushed and shook her head. The crowd began to chant "shave it, shave it!" Donna then said "My husband says if you let him shave you, he will make it $100 for each of you. So will you do it for $200 added to the pot?" The chanting built to a crescendo and the third bushy wife finally agreed. All during her shave the crowd changed "Cut it, cut it, cut it!"
One of the other wives in the room, with natural fur but by no means a true bush, asked if Willard would give $20 for her pubic hair. When Willard appeared to hesitate, another man said "I¹ll give $25 to shave her!" and Willard handed over the razor.
Three more women came forward to be shaved for various amounts by three other gentlemen.
Then Donna said "We need to move on," and called Charlotte to the front of the room. "Charlotte is a new swinger. She had her first experience in this room only last month, and since this is her first official party, we¹re going to auction off the rights to fuck her." The bidding rapidly escalated, reaching $115. Then a voice was heard saying "I will give $200 to fuck her!" and everyone looked to see who entered the winning bid. To the shock of everyone in the room, it was Andrew, the brand new husband of Charlotte¹s daugh+er Carmen. Donna asked Charlotte and Carmen if that was okay, and both agreed. Charlotte turned red but smiled like the cat who are the canary. The bidding for Carmen was swift, with the final bid reaching $200. (No, it was not her fa+her.) The two women climbed into the sex swings and the winning bidders took their places. Soon, both women were swinging free with sperm dripping onto the floor from their pussies.
I wondered what could happen next when Ruth, a woman who had been in the swinger group far longer than me stepped up to the stage. "You all know me," she said. "I¹ve been fucked by most of you, but I have always made men use a condom. Even my husband has only gone bareback three times, when we created our c***dren. But for this worthwhile charity, I¹ll agree to fuck bareback any man who will donated $100! This is a one-time deal. After tonight, condoms will be required." Hands went up all over the room, as Ruth was well known to be a fanatical condom user. Donna asked her how many men she was willing to fuck. "As many as have $100. All of you, if you want. Every swinging dick in here can leave a load of sperm inside me, if that¹s what you want." In the end, she raised $1700 for the charity, including men who fucked her twice. She used most of a tube of lube before it was over, and we had to mop up the sperm from the floor under her sex swing.
While Ruth was getting her brains fucked out, the rest of us got busy, pairing off and doing what we were there to do.
A few days later, the six of us (Fred and I, Carmen, Charlotte, and their husbands) with Donna and Willard. Much was discussed about swinging. Carmen and Charlotte (and their husbands) became active members of the club, and were active for many years. The four of them went together to Hedonism. I had a chance to email Carmen while writing this story, and she is still an active swinger (in a different club from our current one) although her parents no longer are.
For the two years and some that Fred and I still lived in that city, there were quite a few bachelorette parties held by the Four Whorsemen of the Cumpuckerlips at that party room. They continued for a long time after we left. They were useful in recruiting swingers, and I fucked at least a dozen men who joined the group after their wives or fiances or daugh+ers attended one of our parties. Most of the parties were fairly tame with anyone getting fucked, but if some of the women started fucking a lot of them ended up doing it, and some of those became swingers.
A more successful method of recruiting was something we discovered a month or two later: Divorce Parties. Ex-wives pissed off at ex-hubby's cheating wanted to get even. But that is another story.
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