Chapter 6
"I guess we should go into the party one at a time," Bernard said as he climbed out of the car.
The big man left the windows open so the car would get a chance to air out a bit during the night.
He knew that the backseat still reeked of the sex juices that had spilled on it while they had parked.
"Why do you say that?" Michele asked quietly.
She walked around the front of the car so she could stand beside her lover.
She placed her tiny hand in his much larger one and gave it a little squeeze.
"I thought that it would be best if we were discreet," MacIntyre said, looking down into Michele's dark eyes.
She looked back up at him, tilting her chin, and Bernard could see that her eyes were filled with affection.
"Silly boy," she said, and she offered a little giggle that confused the man.
"What's so funny?" Bernard asked, pulling his hand away from hers so he could hold her by the shoulders.
She moved toward him slowly and pressed her body against his.
Her breasts were against his chest and she got up on her toes so she could grind her hips against hips.
"I think that your lifestyle had altered your perceptions a bit, Michele. I don't want that to sound rude."
"Talk to me, Bernard. Tell me what's on your mind."
"It's just that here in middle-class suburbia it isn't nice to cheat on your wife. Not that that stops people from doing it. But everyone goes out of their way to keep it a secret."
"Rules like that are dumb. The human race is instinctively promiscuous."
"Why do you say that?" Bernard Shakey asked, he felt like kissing those pouting lips very badly.
"I read it someplace in a book. Anyway, from my experience it is true. Fidelity only caused anxiety in relationships."
"How long have you and your husband had an open marriage."
"We went to an orgy on our honeymoon," Michele said.
This time they both laughed together and Bernard planted his lips on Michele's.
They kissed soulfully until both sets of lips were wet and shiny from the hot spittle they shared.
"I think we should go into that house right now and find Mac and Stacy," Michele said seductively.
"I don't think that is a very good idea. I don't know what they have been doing, and I get the impression that I don't want to know."
"You are so square. Are you trying to tell me that you would be jealous to see your wife naked with my husband."
"Sure. I guess so. That seems to be natural enough."
"How can you be jealous when you just got done fucking me?"
"I don't know. I guess that was just the way I was brought up."
"You mean that men and supposed to have affairs but if women try to do the same thing they are tramp sluts.
Bernard did not like the way the discussion was going.
She was making him sound as if he was some kind of animal.
He couldn't help the way he felt. All men felt that way.
Bernard could tell that he was being drawn into something brand new.
He wasn't sure he was ready to be a full-fledged swinger.
"I know that that doesn't sound fair," Bernard said. "But. . . "
"But nothing. Come with me. We are going to go find Mac and Stacy."
Again the black-haired women took Bernard by the hand.
She led him toward the front door of his house slowly.
Bernard could feel his heart start to pound with nervousness.
The palms of his hands began to feel all cold and clammy.
He couldn't remember being so nervous in quite some time.
He .didn't know how good any of this was going to be for his marriage.
Up until that night he had thought that he cherished his marriage to Stacy more than anything in the world.
But now he could tell the mysterious black-haired woman was in the process of changing his values.
He didn't know if they were going to change for the better or for the worse, but they certainly weren't going to stay the same.
As the two of them entered the house Bernard was pleased to find that no one had even noticed he was away.
Everybody was getting very drunk and he could see that there were couples pairing up among the singles.
Even some of the married couples had split up and were chatting with other members of the opposite sex.
All of this was normal enough for a party, but Bernard found himself looking at all of it in a brand new light.
There was about an equal number of men and women at the party.
When Michele looked at the rowdy group in the living room she couldn't help but wonder what the same scene would look like if everyone took off their clothes and started to fuck each other on the spot.
She smiled and hoped that the final step of MacIntyre's plan would work.
First corrupt the hosts, and before you know it the whole party would get completely out of hand.
The plan had both worked and failed in the past but there was something in the air that told Michele the night was going to turn into a hot orgy.
She continued to hold Bernard's hand and the couple made their way quickly up the stairs to the closed door of Bernard's bedroom.
Michele tapped at the door with her knuckles and inside the room Stacy pulled her mouth away from MacIntyre's cock with a start.
"Who's th-th-there," she stammered and she could feel beads of sweat forming on her brow immediately.
"Michele and Bernard," Michele called out. "We want to come in."
"No! Stacy called out.
"Come on in!" MacIntyre said calmly.
Stacy looked at her lover as if he were crazy.
Michele moved her hand and quickly opened the bedroom door so the moment of anxiety would be over for the naive couple.
"As long as we are going to fool around anyway," MacIntyre said. "There is no point in doing it behind each other's backs."
"Complete honesty is the key to being a good swinger," Michele added.
Bernard and Stacy looked at each other nervously for a moment.
Then they both smiled, and soon were laughing.
Since they were both equally guilty, they decided that neither of them felt a need to feel any shame.
Besides, Bernard found that he liked the way Stacy and MacIntyre looked naked on the bed like that.
He could feel the ache in his balls returning. He couldn't help but wonder what the swinging couple had in mind for them next.
Since both he and his wife had been so easily seduced there was no point in expecting the seduction not to go further.
"I think the four of us should get naked together," MacIntyre said.
Michele quickly agreed. Stacy was already naked.
Bernard certainly did not want to feel as if he were left out.
Bernard quickly took off his clothes, feeling his cock growing hard, and Michele got naked also.
As Stacy watched Michele undressing she felt something very strange.
The little blonde found herself thinking things she had never thought of before.
Stacy thought that Michele was beautiful. And she could feel herself getting horny as she looked at the black-haired woman with the big tits.
Stacy Shakey had never considered herself bisexual before.
But now she was starting to think that having a lesbian affair was not a bad idea at all.
It help that Michele was the most beautiful woman Stacy had ever seen.
Stacy wondered if Michele would feel the same way about her.
The two women made eye contact, and Stacy felt relieved.
She could see that Michele was looking at her with lust in her eyes.
The little blonde could tell that they were feeling passion toward one another with equal intensity.
"What are we supposed to do now that we are naked?" Bernard said, regretting his question the second it came out of his mouth.
He was tired of sounding naive. He was tired of being a square.
All of a sudden Bernard wanted to be as hip as the Symmses.
But MacIntyre and Michele had found the naivete of Bernard and Stacy refreshing.
They liked the feeling of turning little lambs into big tigers.
"I think the first thing we should do, old buddy," MacIntyre said. " Is go downstairs and get ourselves a beer. We don't have to put any clothes on. I think you will find your guests won't mind a little nudity. We'll just tell them that they should get with it. At the moment I think our wives have something they want to get out of their system."
Bernard, looked at the way Michele and Stacy were looking at one another.
He decided that he needed a beer very badly.