Friday Knight Writers' Block

Hokey Pokey

© 2003 by be287m

Reposted with permission of the author.

"You put your right foot in, you put your right foot out. . . ."

Oh God. Bill's head jerked up. It was bad enough that the hosts had actually "organized" an activity in the middle of an orgy, but they had to play the hokey pokey?? They thought it was cute??

He looked down at the woman he was thrusting in and out of. Like all the women, she was on her hands and knees, facing into the middle of the circle. Lori? Larissa? Melanie? He couldn't remember her name from the earlier introductions. She was pushing back against him, moaning in full porn star mode. He knew she couldn't possibly be feeling as much pleasure as her acting indicated—they still hadn't found a decent rhythm and the fact that he kept slipping out was getting really annoying.

Fortunately, it was only another minute or two before the hostess stopped the music. That was his cue to pull out, change condoms, and move around the circle to his right. Well enough of this shit. While the other men fumbled with foil wrappers, Bill got up and walked over to the hostess. Her eyes lingered on his cock as he approached—what made it mandatory to check out another swinger's privates before making eye contact?

"Bathroom?" he asked.

"Me too," came an alto voice from behind him.

The hostess motioned towards the stairs. "Second door on the right."

Bill turned and followed a rather cute blonde to the stairs. He at least kept his eyes above her neck. Mostly.

She was waiting for him when he emerged from the bathroom.

"I'm sorry," she said, smiling a little. "I can't go back in there. The hokey pokey was too much." Bill grinned.

"I know what you mean. When my ex and I started swinging, it was for the thrill and the excitement. And it's reduced to this?? If I wasn't doing a favor for my friend Kathy, I wouldn't have come tonight." The blonde grinned in acknowledgement.

"I understand. I think my boyfriend's only interested in me these days as a way to get in the door. He immediately goes off to see who he hasn't fucked yet. But when we started, it was really exciting. It felt naughty, really."

In the background, the music changed to a new song. A Beatles tune. There was no way Bill wanted his mind associating Beatles tunes with sex.

"Want to do something naughty?", Bill asked, feigning innocence. The blonde tilted her head, still smiling. "I used to hang out all the time at a great coffee shop near here, before I got involved in swinging. It was almost home, really. How about we grab our clothes, ditch our partners, and go get some latte?"

She broke into a broad grin. "Yes. Let's."

Yes, time to leave the orgy. Time to get his right foot, and all the rest of him, out.

--Fin--

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