Swingers Stories

That usually makes it all the more difficult for me to try to develop a romance. I suppose another reason was because I was seeing this other women pretty seriously. I like things pretty simple and didn't want to complicate one relationship and possibly screw up a nice friendship. Besides, if I started dating one, that would probably cause some ill feelings in the other. Too many ways to get into trouble.

That isn't to say I didn't fantasize about them. Many times I would allow my thoughts to wonder to torrid visions of sexual encounters with my neighbors, even as a threesome.
Our two apartments were in the inside corner of an L-shaped building that faced a picturesque hillside. The windows were extra large in the living rooms and bedrooms to take advantage of the view. This also meant that if the curtains were open, we could see into each other's apartments.

I typically kept the curtains in the living room open all the time, being the carefree bachelor that I am.

One of my favorite pastimes was to sit in my easy chair by the window and read. I also regularly glanced upward to see if Donna or Alicia could be seen. If they we made eye contact, we would usually exchanged a friendly wave. We were all pretty comfortable with the relationship.

Over time, I've seen the girls entertain the gamete of relatives, girl friends and boy friends. I must admit that I always felt just a bit sad when a boy friend was visiting and the drapes were closed as the evening progressed.

Eventually, and inevitably, my relationship with my girlfriend turned sour and we broke up. Even during it's best moments it could only have been described as flat and not terribly exciting. But a loss is a loss and I went through the obligatory depression and sorry-for-myself period.

So, one evening, while in this emotional funk, I was reading and happened to glance over the tops of my reading glasses and into my neighbor's living room window. There were about five or six women visiting and it looked like they were having some kind of party. This struck me as a bit unusual so I watched a little more intently.

It didn't take long for me to figure out what was going on. They were having one of those lingerie parties. One woman was presenting her wares to the invitees. They were drinking white wine and there was lots of giggling going on. I couldn't hear anything but from their gestures, it wasn't too difficult to imagine what they were saying.

"OH NO! I couldn't wear that!" a very over-weight woman must have been saying while she covered her mouth with one hand and pointed to the very small sheer teddy being held up by the matronly woman that was wearing too much make-up. I then saw slender Alicia take the garment and hold it over her tight fitting T-shirt and faded jeans. "She could wear that just fine," I caught myself saying out loud.

I went back to my book but checked in on the party occasionally. It eventually broke up around 8o'clock. I watched Donna and Alicia make their way around the apartment picking up after their guests had left. Although the hillside is nice, I rather preferred the view of two very attractive women repeatedly bending over in very tight jeans.

I was just about to finish reading and close my book when I took one more glance across the way. In the window was Donna waving at me as if she had been trying to get my attention for some time. She was mouthing "come over" and waving at me. There was nothing unusual about the request so I thought little of it and heaved myself out of my comfortable chair.

As soon as their door opened, I was greeted with a big hug and a kiss on the cheek by Donna. The stereo was playing pretty loud but I doubt if the two of them noticed it. They were probably pretty used to it by now. The air was pretty stale so it was a good thing that Donna went over too open the living room window.

There was a heavy odor of sweet cheep perfumes. I assumed that it came from the perfumes of their guests and the assortment of body oils, lotions, candles and incense that had probably been whiffed by the gathering. There was also another scent that I was much more interested in but I couldn't quite place. It was much more delicate and seemed almost straining to get through the other, more artificial smells. I liked it. What was it? I knew that smell.

Donna, now standing before the screened window, turned to me and said in a louder than necessary voice, "Wannaglass of wine? It's really good." She giggled then she went of to fetch a glass without waiting for my answer.

It was pretty clear to me that she was already quite familiar with that particular vintage wine. I have the feeling that they had spent most of the afternoon getting well acquainted with it.

Silently, I wondered, "Where's Alicia?"

As if on cue, out from the hallway swished Alicia. "Swished" was the only way to describe it! I could swear I heard a swishing sound as she went right past me towards the kitchen to join her roommate.

"Hi Rick," she said to me, and then stopped and talk to the closed kitchen door. "Hey! How do I look?" she asked the door.

I think she too had been introduced to the "good vintage" wine. Alicia stood a few feet in front of me facing the kitchen door. Like her roommate, she wore a T-shirt and jeans. But over this unremarkable ensemble was a pink and very sheer ...uh..wrap?..no...uh...robe?... nope, definitely not a robe. I'm not sure what you'd call it. It came down to the middle of her very attractive butt and was trimmed in some kind of fluffy stuff that ran around the lower edge and up the front. Even with the T-shirt and jeans I could tell that this garment had great possibilities.

Donna zoomed out of the kitchen and almost collided into Alicia. (I was to find out later that there would be a lot of "zooming" and "swishing" going on that evening.)

Stopping just momentarily, Donna said, "Looks great!" Then she continued her zooming, and zoomed right up to me. She handed me the wine, whispered into my ear, "Sorry to hear about Marilyn. But we love you." She again kissed me on the cheek. I guessed that I was supposed to take comfort in that.