Adultery A Swinging Odyssey by Pimanko-Completed

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The date was set for a weekend in the late spring. Aiko and Gerald were to arrive early Saturday afternoon, stay overnight and leave the following evening. The location was John and Susan's country home two hours north of the city by car.

Aiko and Gerald arrived punctually, at 2 o'clock, on the appointed day to discover that their hosts' home was a mansion. John and Susan were obviously very wealthy.

Gerald was about to press the buzzer when the door opened. It was John. "You're here right on time," he said. "Come on in. Everybody else is already here," he continued. "We asked them to come earlier."

The couple stepped into the house. The foyer was huge and beautifully laid out in gold, yellow and soft browns. Classic-style paintings hung on the walls.

Susan walked into the foyer. She greeted them warmly. "Welcome to our modest little home!" she said jokingly.

"Wow, that's quite the place you have here," Aiko exclaimed.

Susan laughed. "Well, I'm not going to show you the whole thing at one time. You'll get to see most of it in due course any way. It's time to get ready, Mank," Susan said using her pseudonym. "Please, come with me, Manko."

The two walked up a flight of stairs. For a few seconds, Gerald forgot about John. His eyes followed the sway of two very nice sets of hips and asses. Gerald broke out of his reverie when he realized John was watching him.

"I enjoyed watching them too," John grinned. "Follow me, Pimmel," he said, "for the time has come to start using your pseudonym. Our swinging friends are waiting for us upstairs. Our mates women will join us later."

They walked up the other flight of stairs.

"My friends," John announced as he and Gerald stepped into the room, "firstly, please let me remind you. If you want to keep your privacy, don't use your real names. We revealed our true identities to our guest couple; they have done likewise to us. You'll know this man as Pimmel, and his wife as Manko. Please afford them every courtesy."

Toasts were poured. John lifted his glass. "Cheers," he cried.

"Cheers," everyone responded in unison. They downed their drinks.

Including themselves and their hosts, there were six couples in total plus the two men. Gerald assumed the two men's wives were in the lady's room.

Each person greeted Gerald in turn without mentioning any names. It was just as well, Gerald thought, because he was poor at remembering names when they were introduced in quick succession. John introduced four pairs as couples. Two men came without their wives. Apparently, their wives chose not to attend but consented to let their husbands go.

Gerald wondered why their wives opted out but didn't get the chance to ask John. He had just left the room.

John returned to few minutes later. "Susan and Manko will join us shortly," he announced.

A minute later, the two women entered. Aiko wore a black maid's dress complete with a little white apron. It had sexy modifications, including a plunging neckline, the edges of which barely covered Aiko's nipples, and a very short skirt.

"Attention! Hors d'oeuvres are about to be served," John announced.

As Aiko headed toward the door with the 'Kitchen' sign on it, Susan nudged her husband.

"Oh, I almost forgot. Wait a second Manko," he said.

Aiko stopped.

"Pimmel, please choose one of the wives as your sex toy."

"I don't really know anybody," Gerald replied, "except of course your wife, Susan. So, although all the women attractive, I choose Susan."

"You heard him, Susan" John said. "Go put on the maid's dress."

"As you require, sir," she answered formally.

A few minutes later, Susan returned wearing a dress identical to Aiko's.

Picking up a tray from the kitchen, the two pseudo-maids walked among the assembled guests offering hors d'oeuvres and providing napkins. Many pairs of eyes peered down their cleavages and checked out their legs and asses. Not all of the eyes were male, Aiko not uncomfortably. Her only consolation was that Susan was receiving the same treatment, just less of it. Susan was well known to them; Aiko was brand-new and exotically Asian.

The two women served hors d'oeuvres to their mingling guests for about an hour. Other than the obvious ogling and leering, nothing else happened.

"Ladies and gentlemen," John announced, "it's almost 4 o'clock. No more food will be served until dinner at 6 o'clock. Please join me in our home theatre for drinks, while the staff clean up and set the dinner table."

The room emptied. "You may return to your room." John ordered the two pseudo-maids. "Be back here no later than 5:50."

Aiko and Susan headed for the change room.

"We'll serve dinner too," Susan told Aiko. "We have to eat early in the kitchen. But before we, we have to change into our regular clothing to keep up appearances."

"They don't know what's going on?" Aiko asked Susan.

"I hope not," she answered giggling. "We gave staff strict orders not to enter this part of the house until they are told to. You might have noticed the room with the 'Kitchen' sign on it isn't really a kitchen; it's a small antechamber with a wall opening to the real kitchen. Doors on both sides of the opening discourage staff from snooping. They open their door only when they're putting food inside. Our door has a peephole. We don't open our door unless food is inside and their door is closed." Susan laughed. "It wouldn't do if they discovered our naughty games."