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Dawn sighs as he closes the door and plops onto the bed. She grabs her phone and calls her friend up, bobbing her leg as she does.

“H… Hello?” Trisha says, her breathing a bit heavy.

“Trisha?” Dawn asks, furrowing her brow. “Are you alright? You sound a little sick.”

“N.. .nah, I’m fine. Just… ge-getting a good w-workout! Don’t mind me.”

“Oh, before the party? Alright…” Dawn says, shrugging. “Listen, I’m torn between two outfits, and I was wondering if you could help me pick one.”

“Mm… you got the… the black dress?”

“Yeah,”

“That’s perfect!”

“Okay, then. What about Rob?”

“Oh, honey,” Trisha coos. “You don’t have to worry about how he’s dressing. Let him be comfortable in whatever her wants. No one’s going to care what the two of you are wearing, trust me.”

“What about my dress?” She asks, lifting it up.

“That one’s for me,” she says, giggling, then letting out a gasp.

“Trish?”

“N… nothing. I got to go get ready. See you!”

With that, Trisha hangs the phone up, leaving Dawn to wonder what was happening. She shrugs and hops off the bed, dropping her towel and slipping into her undergarments.

With a knock on the door, Dawn leaves the room, putting one strap over her shoulder as she goes to answer it. There, standing in the doorway is a college-aged girl carrying Christie. “Hey, there!” She says. “I’m the nanny Trisha called. I’m here to pick up the kids.”

“Thank you so much for this,” Dawn says. “Guess there won’t be a space for kids at the party, then?”

The girl blinks, but then shakes her head. “Oh, of course not. Please, with how wild it gets at Trisha’s parties, you don’t want any kids nearby. Nah, me and some of the other babysitters are taking all the kids over to the local arcade, Miss T’s treat.”

“Wow, she’s really gone all out for this thing,” Dawn says, rubbing her chin. “Alright, then. Well, I got all the information here, let me just write down a few more notes…”

The two soon arrive at Trisha’s place, and Rob whistles as he points up the driveway. “Would you look at that. The place is already packed.”

Dawn lowers her window to get a better angle. As she does, the thumping of music comes from up the hill. “Damn… they’re all going to go deaf up there.”

“You sure you still want to go?” Rob asks

“Hell yeah!” Dawn says. “We need this, and I’m not going to stand Trish up.”

“Good point. Let’s see if we can find a good spot.”

Parking near the bottom of the hill, they are the last car in a long line of those parked. They are of all makes and models, ranging from sophisticated and expensive brands to rusty old junkers. The couple walk up, Dawn’s heels clicking on the road, as Rob heads up in his shorts, t-shirt, and tennis shoes. It’s the most casual Dawn has seen her husband in a long time.

The closer they get to the large, three story house, the more they feel the base rock through their bodies.

“They gotta have a lot of energy!” Rob shouts. “To dance through all this music.”

“I can’t hear anybody else,” Dawn says. “Maybe it is a little loud. Should be better inside though. I hope she can hear us!”

With a hope, Dawn preses the doorbell, and the two wait, shuffling around anxiously as music continues thumping through their bodies.

Rob bobs his head to the beat and soon gets into it. Dawn giggles and swings her hips back and forth, swishing her dress.

The door opens up, and Trisha stands before them. Her hair is down and she dresses in a kimono. The fit is loose, with a plunging neckline that shows off her cleavage. Rob’s gaze tracks downward. Having never seen Trish dress down, he never did realize how nice her rack was until just now.

“Dawn, Rob, it’s so wonderful to see you!” Trisha says, spreading her arms wide, which only serves to undo her top even more, to the point Rob swears he could see the beginning of brown areola.

Dawn frowns, but she hugs her friend, nonetheless. “So, uh, Trish, is the party not on yet? I mean, shouldn’t you be dressed?”

Trisha smirks and steps back. “Just come on in, darling. And Rob, be a dear and close the door.”

Rob looks up to her, catching her eyes. Her smirk tells him that she’s well aware of what he was looking at.

Blushing, he pulls the door shut behind him as they step in.

“The party is well and truly on, darlings,” Trisha says, stepping lightly on the wooden floor with her bare feet. Once she takes them through the foyer and to the dining room, they can see very well into the backyard. Both of them stare with their jaws dropping as they see that there wasn’t dancing going on in Trisha’s backyard. No, there are a bunch of people, young and old, rich and poor, naked, chatting, rutting, fucking!

Dawn snaps out of it first and turns to her friend. “Trisha, what the hell? This isn’t a party it’s a-

Trisha stands facing away from them and she cracks a smile before pulling the sash on her kimono. The outfit drifts down off of her shoulders, down her arms and sides, over her thighs, and rests at her ankles, showing off her delightful dark back and butt for both of them to see. “It’s a swinger’s party, dears. Now, get undressed and get ready for some fun.”

“W… wait a minute, here!” Dawn says, wrapping her arms over her own chest, as if she had already undressed. “Y-you can’t just spring this sort of thing on me! You said this was going to be like a college party! I never did anything like this in college!”

“Really, now?” Trisha says, hands on her hips, facing her friend, her body on full display. “You never had wild parties with multiple men, not even back in college?”

“N… not quite like this…” she mutters, rubbing her arm.

Rob, tearing his eyes from Trisha’s, gazes over to his wife to see her reaction. The blush on her cheeks is so red, she looks sunburned. “I… uh, I think we need to sit down,” he says, patting Dawn on the shoulder and leading her over towards the couch.

Trisha finds a chair seated across from the couch and lowers herself onto it, crossing one bare leg over the other, her hands brushing up and down her thigh. “Alright, lovelies, how do you want to start this?”

“How did… how did you organize such a thing? I thought you and Ty were happily married…? Where is he now?”

Trisha brings fingers to her lips and shakes her head. “Oh, dear, no. It’s nothing like that. We’re more happy now than we’ve ever been. The only reason I’m not with Ty right now is because I needed to take a break, take a shower, and greet you in a somewhat presentable way. We kicked the festivities off with quite the bang. Ty invited his friends from work and all of them have such stamina. I mean, look at-”

“No, nope, nu-uh!” Dawn claps her hands over her ears. “I’m not having any of that.”

“Now, Dawn,” Rob starts, patting her thigh. “This is quite shocking, to be sure,” as he says this, his eyes lock onto Trisha’s, not moving off of them for a second. If they did, they would surely plant on her chest or down on her thighs, “but I think we should hear her out. After all, she is your friend. She wouldn’t offer you something without thinking you’d enjoy it.”

“That’s… that’s some terrible logic,” Dawn admits.

“Look, I can understand you’re apprehensive,” Trisha admits. “Me and Ty were too, once upon a time. I mean, how were we supposed to know that we’d enjoy watching porn together? How did we know that it was the swinger videos that got our attention? How were we supposed to know that one day, I would whisper into Ty’s ear, telling him I wanted to try it?” She closes her eyes and rubs the arms of her chair, letting out a long sigh. “That night was amazing. I entwined myself with a stranger, and Ty dominated my partner’s lover. Then, we all came together in the bed in a foursome… a foursome, can you believe it? I know I couldn’t, but after that… after that, Ty and I made such passionate love, all the while talking about what we were going to do the next time we paired up with another couple! I couldn’t get enough, and I want you to feel like how I felt that first day!”

With her own closed eyes, to avoid looking at her naked friend, Dawn adds, “You’re taking this orgy thing lightly, aren’t you? I mean, what if people get pregnant? What if someone’s got a disease!? I don’t want to get crabs because someone was a sicko and decided to spread the love.”

Dawn giggles, “Oh, darling, don’t worry about that. It’s all taken care of. Each person I invite has to give me a clean bill of health. It’s as simple as that.”

“But I never…” Dawn trails off, then she stands up, stomping her foot. “You… you looked through my medical records?”

“Well,” Trisha says, rolling her eyes and standing up herself. “I am your doctor, aren’t I?”

Dawn facepalms. “This is ridiculous.”

“Look, dear,” Trisha responds, placing her hands on Dawn’s shoulders. “I’m not forcing you into anything, but if you want to give this a try, just once, I picked out a couple who are still kinda new at this, but have a few parties under their belt. They can show you the ropes, and I really think you’ll like the two of them. Just out there,” she turns around, giving Rob a view of her delightful rear, but his eyes go up to where she was pointing. All he can see are groups of rolling bodies undulating to the beats of the loud music outside. “That’s Dan. He’s in that group by the pool. You see, the one with all the ladies lined up in a row? And Beth? She’s servicing that gentleman over there… I think they’re nearly done. I’ll actually get up and tell them you’re here.”

“W-wait!” Dawn says. “I didn’t agree to this!” she says. “That’s okay.” Trisha’s eyes twinkle as she speaks. “You are free to go, and if you’re not here when we all get back, well… I’ll just have some of them myself. It’s win win. How about I let you two talk it over a little bit among yourselves before you commit to anything. It should take me a few minutes to pry them free from their fun.” She giggles and heads out the door, her hips swaying seductively as she knows that Rob is watching.

Dawn slumps back on the couch, running her hands through her hair. “What the hell have we gotten ourselves into?” she sighs.

“Huh?” Rob snaps his attention from Trisha to look at his wife. “Look, you’re the one who had to convince me to come here. I’m just along for the ride and everything, but… this is your ride we’re on, and it doesn’t look half bad to me!”

“So, are you just not into me, anymore?” Dawn asks, her words meek.

Rob does a double take. “The Hell!? Of course not!” he gasps. “What would make you think that? We’ve talked about this. Dawn…” He grasps his wife by the shoulders, looking her dead in the eyes. “I am opening myself up to new things. I want you to do that, too. But you tell me you don’t want to do this, then we’ll go back home. We’ll cook us up a nice meal, and just enjoy ourselves for the evening while the nanny looks after the kids. I don’t need to swing to be in love with you and to spend every little moment I can with you. I don’t even need sex. I mean… I’d miss it, sure, but I’m doing fine enough as it is without it.”