This is a swingers’ party. As in swinging. As in open sex.” Then it hit her. “Oh my God, you thought swing party meant music?” I was so embarr...assed, my cheeks must have been beet-red. Lucy smiled and hugged me. “Don’t worry. You’ll be fine.” Steve came back with three glasses of wine. Lucy told him about our conversation. “John thought swing meant music and dancing,” she explained. “Oh. Um, no problem. The wine will relax the nerves and take some of the shock away. As for meeting someone, we. Please leave a message.”“Please” sounds as alien on your tongue as “thank you” or “I love you.” Please is a verb describing what I should do for you. Please is what you make me say when I'm naked, needy and on my knees with my hands spreading my asshole open in front of your husband, begging for his cock and your attention. The tension of the sinful moment your husband's cock stretches my asshole.“It’s me, Tess."I can hear the need in my voice like a burn on my face transfiguring me into. “What’s this?”“The donations we collected on Saturday.”Please don’t open it ... Please don’t open it ... Please don’t open it... “We, uh, really need to get to class now,” I added, starting for the door. “Or we’ll be late...”I wanted to run away and quickly. But the time for leaving had passed. None of my other band mates were helping by just standing there.So it got worse. Dr. Kendall’s hands were separating the handles. He was peering inside.And then: “Holy shit...”I looked up. Everyone did,. Angel said, "I had just spread the word this morning that you were off limits for some time. Something changed while you to were walking this morning."Ben said, "Yes. We talked and were honest about how we felt about our feelings and the lifestyle here. We came to an agreement that allows us to be part of the group but also allows us to be the couple that we believe is important to us, too."Erin picked up the thread. "I had not participated in the fucking up until today staying with Ben. I had.