The Alcove: Part 3

Heather’s uncertainty seemed to be whether she could reveal her “surprise” to us, her most trusted, loyal friends. But she was clearly uncomfortable. She ran a fingertip around the rim of her wine glass. She shifted from one hip to the next several times to reposition herself on the floor. Her eyebrows stitched together into deep, contemplative grooves above her beautiful, crystal blue eyes. Her lips, stained with wine and lipstick, pursed together into a thin line. I had never really seen Heather so closed before.

Stacia placed a hand on Heather’s arm, clearly seeing the same discomfort that I was seeing. “What is it, Heather?” she said while gently rubbing Heather’s forearm. “Are you in trouble?”

“Oh god no!” said Heather. “Nothing at all like that!”

“Then what?!” I said restraining my impatience, a character flaw on which I continued to work.

“Thing is…well…you know how I’ve been going to Las Vegas every couple months to see my boyfriend?”

“Yah the guy that never seems to call or text and has never shown up to meet us,” said Leah, who was not a fan of this phantom boyfriend.

“Yes, him,” said Heather. She sipped her wine. “Well, thing is, he is actually a married man.” We collectively gasped. Heather immediately started waving her hands to calm us down. “Wait, wait, let me explain,” she said.

Heather sat her glass a side table. She talked with her hands, large sweeping gestures, and she knew her wine would be flung all over the carpet by the time she was done had she not sat the glass down. I was, of course, grateful.

“Wait. Yes, he’s a married man,” Heather continued. “But, you see, his wife is actually…fuck…well she’s also my girlfriend, I guess.” Silence. Dumbfounded silence.

I shook my head and said, “you’re dating a married couple?”

“Yup,” said Heather placing the tip of her finger on her nose to indicate I had guessed correctly.

“It actually all started when I was in Vegas for that conference last year and, well, Rita, the wife, basically picked me up at the bar.”

“No shit!” Leah and Katy were immediately more interested. They loved picking up women at bars. Getting picked up by another woman, however, was a fantasy well known amongst us friends.

“Yes,” said Heather.

“How old was she?” asked Katy.

“So this is the other surprise,” said Heather. “They’re in their forties.” Another collective gasp. Look I’m not at all ageist, truly I’m not. But Heather has never been the type to seem interested in people outside of her generation. In truth, I’m probably the only one in the group that’s had sex with someone in their thirties and that was one time. My friends weren’t shaming her, really, it was just they had never really contemplated sex with a married couple that, for some, could be the age of their parents. And that just creeped a couple of them out. I, on the other hand, do find older men and women attractive, but had never seriously thought of going to bed with them.

“Married and in their forties and picking you up in a bar?” said Gillen. “Sounds like you’re dating swingers.” The group laughed. Except for Heather. She just smiled, sipped her wine, and waited until we quieted again.

“I am,” she said. “And honestly I have never been happier to be with them. They fly me out. I join them for a weekend full of fun with them or a weekend of fun with them and their swinger friends and then I fly home.” Everyone started speaking at once. Questions were being asked. Is the sex great? How many parties have you gone to? So you are having threesomes all the time?  And so on. Beyond questions there were compliments and uncertainties. That’s awesome! Wish I could do that but I don’t know if I could. Heather just let the questions and comments flow while she patiently sipped her wine. But her eyes betrayed her. This wasn’t the end of the secrets. She had much more to share. Stories to be sure. But I realized she was sharing this information as a set up. But to what?

I sucked down the last of the wine and, like any responsible host would, I got up to open another bottle of wine to share with my girls. My mind wandered to what Heather’s experience must be like. Free flights to Vegas. Maybe a black town car to pick her up and take her to the rich, middle-aged couple’s home. She never said they were rich or had a chauffeured town car but, fuck it, it was now my fantasy too. The thought of a sexy middle-aged couple giving me their undivided attention sent electricity through me. I pressed my pubic bone against the side of the counter top just trying to ease the tension between my thighs. It became more difficult the more I thought about Heather sucking the man’s cock while she splayed her legs wide for the man’s wife to tongue her clit and pussy. The thought made my hands shake and it seemed so fanciful I could barely imagine it being true. And the thought of swinger parties?! Whatever happened at those parties were just stories I had read or videos I had seen that were surely just fantasy. But Heather had apparently attended several with the married couple. Extraordinary! Unbelievable!

I made my rounds with the freshly opened bottle of wine. By now my head was dizzy and I wasn’t sure I could feel my face. Katy and Leah, normally not so covert, were quietly sneaking their hands across each other’s laps and sliding their fingers towards each other’s pussies for quick rubs. Not too much to lose complete focus and control. More like teasing just to keep the fire stoked, then their hands would retreat. Their faces were on fire with arousal. I was shocked they had not given in to their desires and just fucked right there, which was what they normally would do. They somehow managed to keep some control. I, of course, smartly sat on the floor beside Leah, just in case things got more handsy.

Gillen and Mindy continued to pepper Heather with questions and chided her for not sharing this information with them, her roommates, sooner. They were concerned about her safety. What if something had happened to you, then what?! Heather tried to deflect their concerns as best she could. Stacia also chimed in with questions, but hers were in the same vein as what my fantasies of the situation were about. What goes on at the swinger parties?! Is it just a complete orgy? Are there gross people there?  She didn’t answer too much about the swinging stuff, to my dismay, but she did assure us all that everything was cool with her and the couple and that they were incredibly sensual and completely safe. She was just part of their relationship. But that’s when things finally turned towards what Heather really wanted to talk about related to her swinger friends.

“Have you ever heard of glory holes?” asked Heather. Of course we all had. You can’t watch porn and not be exposed to it at some point. “Well, at the back of a little building where they host their swinger parties, they’ve been thinking about doing a fantasy glory hole room.”

“What the fuck is that?” asked Stacia.

“Basically they want to offer something different than just men sticking their dicks in a hole for a suck off,” said Heather. “They have talked to their swinger friends and learned that many women in the swing lifestyle also want to be able to just have a good fuck session without knowing who is fucking them. “

“Like being blindfolded and fucked by a bunch of strangers,” I said. Everyone turned to me as though surprised at the idea. “Oh whatever, bitches! You know that would be hot.” This time I was chided and peppered with pretzels that had only just refilled the bowls on the floor. “Whatever,” I said. “You fuckers would love it.”

“Actually, kind of like that for sure,” said Heather. “They basically want to create a place called The Alcove on their property where women can be anonymous and have a gangbang with people just coming into the alcove to get off and leave. Just purely about the sex.” I wasn’t the only one having some difficulty imaging how this would work. Everyone seemed to be pondering it further. Heather saw the confusion.

“Leah and Katy,” said Heather, prompting each of them to withdraw their hands quickly from the others lap. “You two love to suck cock more than anyone in this room.” Everyone laughed, but nobody disputed the truth of this. They would give head any chance they got.

“Damn right!” said Katy flashing a bright smile and brushing a wisp of blonde hair away from her eyes.

“So you could be in the traditional glory hole situation where there’s a cutout in a wall where you could suck off every cock that appeared there,” said Heather. “I mean anybody could, of course, but you two obviously would love that.” They both shrugged their shoulders and nodded their heads in agreement.

“But there are other glory holes too,” said Heather. “They want to build a spot where someone would be elevated enough in the air that they would be unlikely to get a cock, but they would get lots of handjobs and tongues.”

“Sign me the fuck up for that!” said Stacia. Stacia loved taking a good cock, but she would let someone go down on her for days if she could ever find a partner like that.

“Exactly!” said Heather. “I knew you’d love that.” We all laughed in agreement.

“The rest of the place would be holes where half our body would be hidden in the hole and the other half out of the hole for easy access for anyone to enjoy.” Heather sipped her wine and waited.

“So it actually is kind of a group gangbang just for us, but totally anonymous and private,” I said.

“I think so,” said Heather. “At least that’s how they make it sound.”

“Have they already tried this out?” asked Gillen.

“No,” said Heather. “That’s where the pact comes in.”

“The pact?” asked Katy.

“We would be the first set of women to do this for them,” said Heather. “It would be something we’ve never done. It’s obviously all about the sex. And, well, I can’t even imagine how many times we will come.” We all were nodding and looking at each other. Was this it? Was this the idea we had long been searching?

It was something novel. Something that we wouldn’t want others to know about but could definitely be kept a secret. We would be in a different city. It seemed to check all the boxes for the pact.

“Is it safe?” said Mindy, always mindful of that issue.

“More safe than you might imagine,” said Heather. “See they have a pretty big network of swingers in the Vegas area. Single men and women too, married or attached men and women. Transitioning people. Everyone!”

“How is that safe?” I asked.

“Oh, well, in order to be a part of their exclusive network, you must provide proof of being tested for diseases and infections on a monthly basis. No test, no invite. The members must upload their results to a confidential website my friends manage. Bottom line, it’s safe.” Heather calmly waited for the results of her proposal. Each of glanced at each other to see if anyone would balk at this idea. Then the smirks turned to smiles. Smiles turned to giggles and then outright laughter.

This was it! It was exactly what we needed to do to fulfill the pact.