After a moments hesitation, you respond, answering a few questions for him. Within a few days, you've exchanged multiple emails with the couple. They ...sk for a dick-pic (to verify that you're at least average in that department), and a scanned copy of recent STD tests, which you fortunately had on hand after a scare a month ago (turns out it was just some minor chaffing due to the brand of undies you were wearing). Josh also asks if you would mind being filmed, as he wants to record the whole. We arrived as usual on Friday night, the night before the party. We did this each week. The club, almost 200 miles from our home was owned by close friends, not just fellow swingers.Jim and Phyllis had run the club for almost 20 years. They had been 'In The Lifestyle' most their wedded lives. The 'CLUB' was their home. Almost 4,000 sq ft, tri level home in the country of a small southwest Michigan community. Six bedrooms, dance floor, bar, huge hot tub, nice kitchen, DJ, all the amenities of a. I had tried to anyway. She had read what I said, passed a few comments, asked more questions. Some of what she said reflected her own lack of confidence: did it matter that she was a little younger than I? Would I find her mature enough? Most of what she said led me to believe she was a most articulate and caring individual, not some mad person who wanted to flay me alive. She liked to be in control, she said. To have a girl serve her. Sounded good to me. Present I checked in and discovered she. I reached down and pulled my bottoms up and turned around expecting to see my husband. My husband was not there, but the other guy was. I asked him where my husband went? He said that my husband said he was going to the bathroom and to get some more drinks and would be back, then he said that after he got out of the hot tub was when I asked him to fuck me which he did. He then told me "thanks skank" and got up and out of the tub and left. I could not believe I just fucked some stranger, I could.