by: Jeannie Duncan©
I don’t often accompany Jack on his business trips but I’d never been to the northeastern part of the country and I’d been told that Connecticut in the autumn is beautiful so here we were in the rental car we’d picked up at JFK, tooling along a country road looking for the hotel where we had reservations. I was mildly surprised when we topped a rise and found it.
“I didn’t expect such a large hotel away out here in the middle of nowhere.” I exclaimed.
“There isn’t any ‘nowhere’ in Connecticut.” Jack explained. “It’s the road system makes it seem that way. You can find yourself on a road labeled North, South, East and West all at the same time - now there’s something else I’ve never seen before.” He was pointing up at a large notice on the hotel marquee. ‘Swingers Ball - Wednesday Evening’.
“Must mean big band swing dancing.” I suggested.
“Probably.” Jack pulled up at the hotel entrance and a valet opened the door for me. By the time we checked in our bags were already in our room. There were two king size beds and the glass doors opening on a private balcony offered a beautiful view down a valley of red and gold autumn leaves.
Jack took a note from his billfold. “This swinger’s ball notice out front?” He inquired as he handed it to the bellboy.
The young man slipped a surreptitious glance at the note as he slipped it in his pocket.. “They won’t bother you up here sir.” He smiled. They have two lower floors for their partying."
“This a regular event here?” Jack asked nonchalantly.
“Twice a month sir.” The lad answered. “It’s saved the hotel from bankruptcy. I can get you complimentary tickets if you’d care to take a look.”
“That might be interesting.” Jack slipped him another fiver.
By the time I’d showered and changed, the shadows were lengthening. My watch still said four forty five but local time was a quarter to eight so we went downstairs for dinner. There was considerably more activity than when we had checked in - more suits than you’d find in a west coast hotel at this time of day and a few of the women were attired in evening gowns. “I’m glad I brought a long dress.” I said to Jack. “I’ll have to change if we’re really going to that ball.”
“I think I have a tie and white shirt in my suitcase.” He answered.
It was nine thirty by the time we’d dined, dressed and reported to the ballrom on the second floor. The no-nonsense lady seated at the table with the prominently posted ‘No Singles Please’ notice smiled at us as she accepted our comps and gave back registration forms and two beverage coupons each. “If you’re not with a party just find a seat without a reserved notice at any table.”
We entered and made our way to the bar where we exchanged two of our coupons for glasses of fairly good blush wine as we looked over the growing assembly. It could have been an alumni convention or a church social.
“Oh oh.” Jack was looking across the floor at a table for eight at which two couples were seated.
“What?”
“One of the fellows I have an appointment with tomorrow, Andy Sommers, the one with his back toward us.”
“If he hasn’t noticed us shall we just duck out?” I asked.
Jack turned to face me. “Let me think. Tell me if he looks this way.”
The man did turn and looked at me. He was quite a handsome man in a rugged fashion. His hair was slightly disheveled, his tie was off center and his smile was just short of insolent as he looked me over. I gave him my best condescending nod. “Don’t turn around.” I told Jack. “He’s looking at us.”
“Do you think he’s recognized me?” Jack asked.
“He’s not looking at you.” I shifted my gaze to the woman holding the man’s hand - what a doll. She was about four inches taller then I and had maybe a ten pound advantage, half of which was straining to escape a silky powder blue blouse. “If you keep your face toward me we can get you out of here safely.”
“Oh what the hell.” Jack laughed. “We’re all broad minded or we wouldn’t be here. Let’s just go say hello. Andy’s a cool guy - you’ll like him. If we’re interfering with anything, we’ll move on.” He turned around and a momentary look of surprise passed over the man’s face before he quickly recovered and waved us over. Jack took my hand and we threaded our way across the dance floor.
“Hey Jack.” The man at the table stood up as we approached. “Didn’t expect to see you ‘til tomorrow. This is my wife, Phyllis, and I’d like you to meet our very good friends and neighbors, Doreen and Eric Moselle. Have a chair.”
Jack introduced me and said we didn’t want to intrude but Andy insisted. “You’re not intruding. The four of us always come together to these parties - we’d be afraid to brave the natives without backup but if we’d wanted privacy we would have stayed home.” He winked at Doreen and I got the picture.
Another couple came by and asked if the remaining two chairs at the table were taken. We invited them to join us and introduced ourselves. Doreen and Eric smoothly captured their attention leaving Phyllis and Andy opportunity to get better acquainted with me and Jack. I quickly took a liking to Phyllis. She’s my type of gal - a bit more brassy than I see myself but nothing phony. Andy is much like Jack; definitely my type of man.
A fairly decent band began a medley of - would you believe it - swing time favorites from the forties. I had a dance with Jack and a couple with Andy. By the end of the second we had an unspoken agreement on where the night was heading. I’m a great fan of close contact dancing. About eleven thirty Doreen and Eric and the other couple disappeared. I didn’t notice whether or not they all left together. Jack suggested we repair to our room for a nightcap and Phyllis was first out of her chair.
In the room, Jack poured us each a small measure of brandy from the flask he keeps with his shaving kit. I seated myself at the foot of one of the king size beds and kicked off my shoes. Phyllis did likewise on the other bed. Jack sat down nonchalantly beside Phyllis while Andy joined me. I cuddled up to him and he put an arm around me. Together we tossed back our tot of brandy and dropped the glasses to the carpet.
It took me about three seconds to discover that Andy still had the erection I had given him on the dance floor and he had my panties past my knees. From the direction of the other bed I heard Phyllis ask, “Jeannie, is it OK if I screw your husband.”
“You might as well.” I replied. “I’m too occupied at the moment to do it myself.” And that was the truth. I was fully occupied by an extremely satisfying serving of masculinity. I love that first ten seconds when it’s in to the hilt and without moving seems to keep expanding until it fills every spare nook and cranny of my insides. I also love the next ten second - and the next. The things Andy was doing with that male thing! pumping, stirring, stroking, at times nothing at all - as usual, it was exquisite yet never enough. I wanted more - and more - until the frustration exploded inside me and I turned into a cloud of confetti fluttering to the ground.
I couldn’t recall Andy coming to me but he must have. He was lying on his face with his mouth open and his eyes half closed - no further interest in me - damn men.
The men left for their conference early in the morning and later Phyllis and I took the commuter train into New York to see the sights and the shops. We had a great time, spent more money than we should have and talked over the previous night. We agreed that we had the beginning of a mellow relationship and shouldn’t spoil it by overindulging our men too soon so when we got back to the Connecticut hotel, we took them to dinner after which we led them to the lobby where I said goodnight to Phyllis and turned to Andy for a farewell kiss. The men looked at each other in momentary confusion but they got the message.
Next day, on the plane, Jack started, “Next month's meeting is in Seattle. I asked Andy if he would be bringing Phyllis. -”
“Yeah, I know.” I interrupted. “I told her to tell him not to bother with hotel reservations. They’re staying at our place.” Jack settled back in his seat with a big smile on his face.
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