Before the Internet changed every aspect of our lives there was a fantastic printed publication called Loot that was for sale in newsagents, train stations etc. Loot came out several times a week, a different day meant a different page colour. It was absolutely jam packed with adverts for cars for sale, houses and flats to rent, pages for a wide range of hobbies and services, all kinds of stuff for sale and much more. It also had several pages each day of contact adverts. Various categories including of course Men looking for women, women looking for men, every possible variation was offered and there was a substantial section called Casual Relationships. These were mostly swingers ads. In short, any edition of Loot could enable one to sell your car, rent a flat, buy a caravan, find a gardener and even arrange for a slim male to come round and entertain your wife while you stayed happily downstairs watching Match of the Day. We did that too but that’s another story and everything in this particular story is 100% true also.

At the time Loot was around we had already had our eyes open to the possibilities and opportunities that naturism and the swinging scene had presented and were occasional attendees at events at Eureka and Silverleigh in Kent. The contact ads in Loot offered something different and soon we were advertising in there too, both to meet other couples and also as I said before, for some additional fun for my wife who by this time had developed an appetite for lingerie and exhitionism, usually at the same time.

We can’t remember the exact wording of our Loot advert but definitely we were in the market to meet people with a similar outlook as ourselves. Sometimes the meeting would turn into something sexual immediately whilst others, if you didn’t click for whatever reason, would end with a polite, goodbye and good luck. Every meeting was always proceeded by an agreement for no pressure or expectations.

One response to our advert was from a couple who lived very close to the clubs I mentioned earlier, so we knew the area they lived in well and we were invited to their home for a social chat one weekday night. They were very nice and the wife, a softly spoken Irish lady was lovely, but I knew immediately that he wasn’t my wife’s type at all so we would be just going through the motions of politeness and chat before making our excuses to leave. However, they were very keen to tell us their story. He was a builder and had actually built the very large house we were sitting in. What was interesting though was that they told us that they were members of a long-established swingers club based in Essex and Suffolk where they had previously lived. At length they told us that all members were strictly vetted and the club even had a committee and treasurer. All very interesting but as we said our goodnights and thanked them for a nice evening, we assumed that we would never see them again.

Until,,,,,,,,,,

A few weeks later and completely out of the blue they telephoned us and asked if we wanted to attend a social evening at their house along with other members of their group something we readily agreed to without knowing to much more of what type of event it would be.

Having been to parties before we were well versed in dress codes which were always that the women were in great outfits both outerwear wise and lingerie, so our preparations were no different. When we arrived the lovely Irish wife took our coats and jackets and we were led through to the very large lounge area we had sat in before, where there were 10-12 couples all ranged from mid 30s to early 50s and all white assembled both sitting and standing. Other than the owners we knew nobody there and for a long time we found ourselves making small talk with complete strangers, though without exception all the ladies were lovely. We were sitting close to a couple for about 15 minutes, she was quite short I recall, shortish blond hair, beautiful shortish dress and absolutely drop dead gorgeous. Her husband must have been in finance as I remember we were chatting about some very dull things such as interest rates and mortgages. All the people there were chatting politely, but we had no idea where this was all going to lead to or how, if at all this was going to develop into a swinger’s event.

I can’t remember the time but after about an hour of polite social chat with these strangers more people seemed to arrive at the front door in a group and went directly into the kitchen which was off of the hall then off into other parts of the house. By this time the owner of the house came to talk to us whilst at the same time some of the women including the gorgeous blond seemed to disappear. We knew something was kicking off but were now making dull small talk with the builder in his house whilst dying to know what was happening elsewhere. Luckily, he then offered to show us around the house which he had proudly built. As he took as into the hall another car drew up outside and he stopped us there whilst he opened the door. As the car doors opened the penny quickly dropped, all the inhabitants {I think there were 5} were young, slim black guys as were the group that had arrived a few minutes before and had now gone upstairs, presumably with some of the women who had previously been in the downstairs room.

The owner led us upstairs and opened the first bedroom door on the landing telling us this was the smallest room in the house. On the single bed was the goodlooking blond we had been talking to 20 minutes earlier but this time she was minus her dress and knickers being athletically shagged by a very slim athletic black guy she had presumably met moments earlier, her legs were up over his shoulders and he was balls deep in her. Her hubby was nowhere to be seen and now was not the time to resume our conversation about mortgages with her. As we were shown around the house each room had a combination of the elegant white women we had made small talk with earlier being athletically entertained by the dark-skinned guys that had arrived in groups. What was most fun though was that most of the husbands had remained downstairs continuing their finance discussions whilst the wives were getting well and truly shafted upstairs. Finally, the owner led us into what he described as the “master bedroom”. In there was his wife giving oral to one of the husbands we had previously met downstairs before he got on top of her and started shagging her as the owner closed the door and said “see you later” to her.

It was time for us to leave. It was great fun, but it was also something that we hadn’t prepared for or discussed. Back downstairs my wife asked for her coat and was taken back upstairs by the owner to the room where all the wives’ coats and jackets had been taken. There was an orgy going on between the young black fellows and the wives. As my wife reached down to pick up her coat one of the guys grabbed her leg and tried to pull her down into the melee of bodies.

We thanked the owner and said our goodbyes, never to see anyone from that evening again.