Swingers' Halloween Masquerade Ball

"They're not just swingers, Julie, they're people. They're just like me and you," he said.

Sadly and frustratingly, if she wanted to stay married to him, she knew that she'd have to relent and go with him to the stupid dance. As he said, if only to go to see what it's like to dance, have a drink, and to talk to the people, she could do that. Only, what if she saw someone she knew. What if someone she knows saw her at a swingers' dance. The only redeeming factor would be that they were there too under the same pretenses. Only, they'd never believe her that she was just there to humor her husband, to dance, to have a drink, and to talk to some of the people and to go home. They'd never believe that she went there and didn't have sex with a stranger or strangers. They'd forever think of her not only as a swinger but also as a wicked whore.

"That's not true Jimmy. Most of those people are nothing like us," she said.

He didn't get it. He'd never get it. Just as she didn't understand where he was coming from, she didn't understand where he was coming from.

"Most of those swingers practice safe sex. They wear condoms Julie. Moreover, many of those swingers are monogamous within a small group of swinging friends," said Jim. "Besides, having sex with a stranger is exciting and not gross. It's intoxicatingly beautiful to be sexually intimate with someone you just met and hardly know. Moreover, you don't even know if the name they give you is their real name or not. Wow," he said. "That's so hot."

Now every time she looked at him, it hurt her heart to think of him naked and in the arms of another woman. Now every time she looked at him, she imagined some whore of a swinger sucking his cock. Until death do they part, what happened to their wedding vows when promising that they'd remain faithful? With him taking their marriage vows too lightly, she took her marriage vows seriously. Forever faithful to him, a promise is a promise and never to be broken.

"This is just about you having sex with other women," said Julie giving him a look that would melt steel. "With you looking for justification by wanting and expecting me to embrace your perversion, you think that if I have sex with someone else then it's okay for you to have sex with someone else too. You're just looking for my permission to cheat on me."

Even though she didn't know the bitch or bitches that he'd be sexually intimate with at the swingers' dance, she already hated them.

"We don't have to do anything Julie. We can just watch. I'm just curious what it's like. Harry at work said that the Halloween Costume Ball was the best one to attend," said Jim.

He smiled his patience at her.

"Harry at work? Are you stupid? You told a co-worker about us attending a swingers' dance? What's wrong with you?"

If looks could kill, he'd be dead.

"No, we were just talking. Besides, he doesn't even know you other than that you're my wife," said Jim. "He's never met you."

She imagined him bringing Harry home and expecting her to do him while he watched. She imagined sucking Harry's cock before allowing him to fuck her while her husband sat in the corner watching her with his co-worker while masturbating himself.

"Thank God I've haven't met some of your friends. You'll be bringing them home while expecting me to give them sex next," said Julie.

It hurt her that he wasn't happy with her in the way that she was happy with him, most times, until he acted sexually crazed in the way that he was acting now. It hurt her that he wanted to have sex with someone else, a multitude of swinging women. It hurt her that he wanted her to have sex with other men while expecting her to tell him all that she did to them and all that they did to her. It sickened her that he expected her to have sex with a woman. God, this whole swinging thing is a complete demonic nightmare.

"I'd bring any and all of my friends home for you to have sex with them only if you want to and only if I can watch," said Jimmy laughing.

In the way she looked at him, if she was a witch, he'd be cursed. If she was a witch, he'd have a shriveled cock. If she was a witch, he'd be the woman and she'd be the man. If only she was a man, she'd be in control of him in the way that he was always trying to control her.

"Fuck you, Jimmy. Fuck you," said Julie. "God you're such an asshole sometimes."

She looked as if she was about to cry in exasperation.

"C'mon, lighten up Julie. I was just kidding," said Jim rubbing her back. "I'd never ask you to do any of my friends, which is why the swinging lifestyle is so great. It's all so anonymous. If we do have sex with any of these people, we'll never see any of them again, unless you formed an attachment to them and wanted to see them again."

He didn't understand. He just didn't get it. Not wanting to be passed around from man to man while being expected to give them sex, for better or for worse, for richer and for poorer, she married him. She didn't want to have sex with anyone else but him. When he put that ring on her finger and they took their vows, she was done with all men but for her husband just as she had hoped that he'd be done with all women but for his wife. Yet, in the way that he's always staring at and commenting about other women, he's not done with other women. In the way that he wants to try the swinging lifestyle, he's just beginning his sexual life with other women.

"Okay, okay, okay, I'll go but if I don't like what's going on there, I'm leaving," said Julie. "I mean it Jimmy."

She had no choice. She had to go to keep her eye on him. Otherwise, if she stayed at home, she'd be worried sick while not knowing who he was with and what he was doing.

"Agreed," said Jim.

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Scene Seven: "Are you ready to embark on a new lifestyle, a swinging lifestyle?"

Jimmy parked his car in the hotel parking lot as Julie stared out her passenger side window with dread while watching people lugging in their overnight bags. Her worst nightmare realized, then, she had an insightful moment. As if the epiphany she had enlightened her, not knowing what to expect at a swinger's masquerade ball other than orgy like sex, all the people alighting from their cars looked like people she'd see at the mall. With all the Halloween dance attendees ordinary looking people, not sure what she expected but she wasn't expecting this. If anything, she and her husband looked hotter than any of the couples she's seen thus far.

Surprised by how average many of them looked, maybe they looked more sexually appealing when they had their hair coiffed, were wearing makeup, and were wearing their swinging clothes or Halloween costumes. Maybe after they've had a few drinks and with the lights turned down low, they all looked better without their clothes. Expecting to see New York models, Texas beauty queens, and/or California beach girls, with them mirroring the majority of the general population, many of the women were overweight and many of the potbellied men were just average looking. In this group, with her a tall, beautiful, busty, blue-eyed, and naturally blonde, she'd stand out like a naked woman in a Kansas cornfield.

"Are you ready to embark on a new lifestyle, a swinging lifestyle?"

He sounded like a preacher making false promises while worshiping a false God and that God was sex. Matter of fact, that God wasn't a God at all but the Devil.

As if in a race, Jimmy already had his hand poised on the car door handle ready to beat a mad rush to check-in at the hotel of perversity, debauchery, and sin. Instead of being in a hurry, she had her finger poised on the car door lock switch ready to lock herself inside their car against the barrage of swingers that were quickly filling up the parking lot. Only, somehow, she felt comfortably safe within this group of people.

"No, I'm not ready to embark on a new swinging lifestyle," she said. "What happened to just looking?" She gave him a sour look. "If you don't mind, I'd like to sit here for a minute while people watching."

Nonetheless her insightful moment, her epiphany, and her feeling comfortably safe within this group of swinging people, she still felt nervous. A big step for her by even attending this dance, whether she had sex with anyone or not, she'd be telling those present that she was looking to have sex with someone other than her husband. It wasn't so much the people that she was worried about. She was worried about the assumed intimacy and the sexual contact with a stranger, a man that she didn't even know. How could she do that? How could she suck and fuck a stranger? How could she make love and have sex with someone that she didn't even know? She didn't do that wicked behavior when she was single, so why should she do that wicked behavior when she's married?

Oxymoronic in her definition, how could she make love to a man she just met when she didn't love him. As if she was about to cry and as if she was going to her execution instead of going to a Halloween Masquerade Ball, albeit a swingers' masquerade ball, she looked away from her husband to stare out her window. Feeling so alone while he felt so sexually excited, they were at opposite ends of the sexual spectrum.

She wondered which one of these couples they'd end up with in bed together tonight. She wondered which of these women he'd fuck and which of these men she'd suck. Maybe she could alleviate the dread and the nervousness that she felt now by picking out a couple now that she could conceivably have sex with later. Only, she couldn't bear to have sex with anyone but her husband. She wondered how many of these women her husband would have sex with and how many men she'd have to say no.

"Okay. Whatever? Take your time. There's no rush, just because all of those people filing in ahead of us will get their pick of a better room," he said looking at his watch while tapping his fingers impatiently on the steering wheel.

Obviously, an understatement, he was excited about attending the swingers' ball and she dreaded even getting out of the car.

"Don't pressure me, Jimmy," she said giving him a sad look of dread. "It's enough that I'm here, isn't it? Besides, in this hotel, no doubt, all of the rooms are the same."

He sighed loudly while looking at her before looking out his window.

"We have until 5 pm to check-in before they give our room away," he said noisily playing with his car keys.

As if he had just admitted that he had sex with one of her sisters or wanted to have sex with her mother, she shot him a dirty look.

"It's barely 2 pm," she said. "With checkout time at 11 am, they're probably still making up the rooms."

As he routinely does, he wasn't listening to her. Ignoring her, he didn't even look at her. Never giving her enough time to get ready, he was always in a rush to get there as he was always in a rush to leave. Seemingly wherever they went, he was more interested in driving his car, a Mustang GT, than he was in getting there and having a good time. He was such an asshole sometimes. Only, this time, he seemed more interested in not only getting there but in staying to have a good time.

Maybe having sex with others is what they needed to do to rekindle their sexual interest in one another. Maybe they needed to become swingers to remain married and without having to seek a divorce. Maybe swinging is the glue they needed to cement their broken relationship. With her mindlessly staring out of the car window, he stared at the swinging women with lust while ogling at their tits and asses. No doubt, in the way that he was staring at some of the swinging women, he was already undressing them with his eyes while, no doubt, imagining having sex with them.

"Wow, look at that one. She's hot. Gees, look at the blonde and there's a redhead," he said looking from one woman to another.

She only wished he'd look at her like that.

"Two can play this game," she said with jealousy. "How would you like it if I ogled the men, Jimmy?"

He shrugged her his indifference before giving her a look of sexual excitement, no doubt by the thought of her ogling men.

"I reserved a room with a king-sized bed or maybe I should have reserved a room with two beds," he said. "What do you think? Should I have reserved a room with two beds instead of one big bed?"

She couldn't believe she was sitting here in the car and in the parking lot of the hotel ready to attend a swingers' dance. She couldn't believe he was going on about the type of bed in the room when she was imagining some strange man stripping her naked.

"Two beds?" She shot him another dirty look. "Are you hoping for a big night?"

Without him admitting that he was, he looked at her and flashed her a sexually excited smile that told her that he was indeed hoping for a big night.

"I can still change the reservation if you'd prefer two beds to a king-sized bed."

She looked at him, sighed, and rolled her eyes.

"Whatever," she said shrugging her disinterest to him in the way that he shrugged his indifference to her. "I'm sure you won't be doing much sleeping," she said. "Only, if I go back to the room and you see the Do Not Disturb sign on the handle, you'd better be alone when you open that door," she said.

She imagined him disappearing and being gone all night with someone's wife. He had better use a condom if he was fucking another woman. He had better shower first before coming to bed. She couldn't bear him smelling like pussy and like he just had sex with another woman.

"I think the king-size bed is better," he said mindlessly while not even listening to her.

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Scene Eight: Catherine Zeta Jones and Danny DeVito

She continued staring out the window while watching people pulling in the parking lot, getting out of their cars, and carrying in their luggage.

"I wonder which one of those people are swingers," she said watching more people pulling in the lot and getting out of their cars.

She watched a tall, sexy, and very attractive, mature woman in her late 30's or early 40's with dark hair, big tits and a shapely ass getting out of her car. Maybe because where she was, in the parking lot of a swingers' dance, she suddenly had lesbian thoughts. If she was interested in having sex with a woman, she'd be interested in her. Definitely, she could see any man, a swinging man or not, being interested in her. Stunningly beautiful with a body to match, the whole package, she was totally gorgeous. Why would someone who looked like her, a woman who could have her pick of any man, young or old, want to attend a swingers' dance. It made no sense to her.

In the way that she resembled her with her mannerisms and outside appearance, she reminded her of Catherine Zeta Jones. With her not being surprised that they may be swingers, she half expected Michael Douglas to emerge from their new, shiny black Cadillac. Only, a short, fat, bald, older man in his 50's or 60's and who looked more like a taller Danny DeVito than he did Michael Douglas, alighted from the driver's side of the car. He was so much older than her that she wondered if he was her father.

With obviously money the answer to her unasked question, she wondered why someone who looked like her would be attracted to someone who looked like him. Definitely, being that she could already tell the type if only from their swagger and in the way they dressed, they were swingers. She just hoped that Jimmy didn't want to get with them. He'd be having fun with his beautiful wife while she'd be stuck with her not so good looking husband.

Suddenly, as if the woman knew that Julie was watching her, she turned and made eye contact with her. Then, she smiled at and gave her a little wave. Feeling uncomfortably intrusive for staring at her, she smiled and waved back. If Julie thought the woman was beautiful before, she was even more beautiful when she smiled. Even her bright white teeth, were perfect. Wow, looking even more beautiful than Catherine Zeta Jones, never has she seen a woman as beautiful.

"Which ones are swingers? Probably all of them," said Jim with a dirty laugh while staring out his driver's side window at couples filing in the hotel. "Harry said the costume ball is the biggest swinging event of the year with 200 couples, 50 single men, and 50 single women attending. I can't even imagine 500 people in one room looking for sex. The room must be electric with horniness and hormones," he said laughing.

She didn't understand the phenomenon of swinging. She didn't understand why people weren't happy with the one they married. She didn't understand how anyone could have sex with a stranger.

"Why the need for all the single men and single women?" She turned away from her surveillance of the parking lot to look at her husband. "What's that about?"

She looked at him while imagining him in a hot tub with three naked women.

"Some couples are into ménage a trois," he said with a dirty laugh. "Believe it or not, there are some men who want to watch their wife with another man or a woman," he said giving her a Grocho Marx eyebrow, his not so subtle hint.

She didn't have to ask him what that was or to know what he was thinking. His sexual fantasy of watching her having sex with a man as well a woman may be happening tonight. She imagined him expecting her to have sex with a husband and his wife while he watched. She imagined him expecting to have sex with a woman while both husbands watched their wives having orgasmic sex.

"Gross," she said. "I hope you're not expecting me to have sex with a woman because I'm telling you right now that I won't do that Jimmy."

He looked at her and smiled. No doubt he was already imagining her making love to a woman as well as to a man.

"Let's just go and check-in before they give our room away."

As if she was a subservient, Japanese concubine, she walked behind him while walking through the lobby and wearing her dark glasses, a floppy oversized hat, and with her head down. Embarrassed by his unashamed behavior, not wanting anyone to know that she was with him and that they were a couple, imagined or real, she didn't want anyone deeming her as a swinger in the way she was picking out the apparently obvious swingers in the parking lot.

"I'll stay here while you check-in," she said finding a seat a distance away but a chair that gave her a good, vantage point view of the check-in desk.

Already developing a practiced eye, she was beginning to discern the swingers from the regular hotel guest. All but for a few, coiffed, perfumed, and made up, the swingers were all better dressed and better groomed.

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Scene Nine: Dressed as a prima ballerina, Julie wore a white tutu

Different from all of the others who were there, not in the spirit of attending a Swingers' Halloween Masquerade Ball, Julie put it out of her mind that she was at a swingers' dance. Instead, she pretended that she was at a normal Halloween costumed dance. The bottom line, whether it was a swingers' dance or a normal dance, her husband took her dancing. Moreover, it was a Halloween costume ball, even if it was a costume ball expressly for swingers.

That night, wearing a snow white tutu, Julie was costumed as a prima ballerina, something she always wanted to be but was never a good enough ballet dancer to dance professionally. Now if only for a few hours, if nothing else and if this swingers' dance was a bust, this Swingers' Halloween Masquerade Ball allowed her to pretend that she was a prima ballerina. Now that she was entering a ballroom to sit at a table while waiting to be approached by some perverted man or men, doomed to have sex with strangers, if she felt like anything, she felt more like a black swan than she did a prima ballerina.

Already removed from his wife and as if he was no longer married to her or to anyone, Jim roamed the ballroom. The perfect name for such a swingers' dance hall, ball room defined what Julie imagined would happen here. Having never met a swinger and not knowing any swingers accept for those she's seen on Jerry Springer reruns, she didn't give swingers credit for having any class. Sure there was some isolated nudity where a woman danced topless. There were even pockets of sexual acts where a man was receiving a blowjob in a darkened corner of the room or where a woman was sitting on a man with her skirt raised to her waist but for the most part the crowd was well behaved. Yet, except for some of the sexually outrageous costumes, the dance appeared as if it was a respectable dance. At first glance, no one would know that this was a swingers' dance.