Recap: Lester explores memories of meeting and falling in love with Stephanie, and watches a couple having sex at the club.

Ranger

"That." She told me, resolve in her voice. "I want to do that."

Stephanie's hand reached behind her and grabbed mine. I saw Santos' eyes glance at the action, then look ahead. I knew he had feelings for her. He'd had a crush on her for a long time. Luckily for both of us I wasn't jealous. If something happened to me, he would take care of her. Swinging had started in the military, men sleeping with their comrade's wives, ensuring that even if they didn't come back, there was someone to be there for the women they loved too much to be possessive of.

There was no doubt that the couple Stephanie was watching looked like they were having fun. And I decided I would be willing to do just about anything under the sun if it put that look of joy on her face.

"Sure thing Babe. Anything you want." Especially if it involved anal.

Our tour guide explained how to reserve the room, then bid us farewell. The couple inside the room was finishing up, she was carefully dismounting, he was gathering up their clothes. The crowd dispersed to play Peeping Tom elsewhere. As I went to the place where I could pay the deposit to get the Sybian room I glanced at Lester again, who was staring at Stephanie hard enough that he didn't notice me looking at him.

Marie

It had been a weird few weeks. Who would have thought that attempted shoplifting of Halloween candy would turn into an arrest, depression, meeting a great guy, and finally ending up in a swinger's club? Still, it had been a fun, wild ride, and I was really enjoying it.

I knew from the start that Stephanie and Lester had a thing for each other. I may be crappy at hiding candy, but I'm good at reading people. I went into this relationship knowing they had feelings, even if they wouldn't say it. I'll admit to a little twinge when I saw Lester staring at Stephanie with a dreamy look in his eyes, but then I shrugged internally. I had no real claim on him, we'd been dating for about two weeks and I knew from the start he was a player. Stephanie had warned me of that. I'd also seen how she and Ranger looked at each other, like they finally felt whole and at peace together. I knew a bit of their backstory, Lester and I had talked about it late one night after we were so exhausted from fucking there was nothing to do but chat. I really needed to get a TV for my bedroom.

Lester had been a tiny bit nervous when he asked me if I wanted to come with him here tonight. The truth was, it wasn't my first trip to the Pleasure Garden Club. I was always a bit of a wild child, and my dating life reflected that. The chance to go again had sounded like fun, especially when I wasn't strongly attached to anyone. I had known from the start what might happen, so when Ranger came back with his news, I knew what to do.

"I gave the deposit for the room, we just have to wait for the couple in there to finish up." he informed us as he walked back to us. "There's just one problem."

"What's that?" Stephanie asked, looking a little nervous, like she might lose her nerve if something went wrong.

"Last week the door was accidentally locked when the door closed with no one in it, and they couldn't find the key. They had to break in. So the frame is broken, and the door won't stay shut."

I knew enough from dating Lester that he always wanted the door closed and preferably locked. It had to do with having their backs covered while they were vulnerable, and I guessed Ranger would hate having sex in a room with a door that wouldn't lock, let alone close.

"I'll keep it closed for you" Lester said, not suprising me at all. I knew he would want to watch. Hell, I knew he would want to be in the room, not just standing outside holding the knob. I imagined this might be the closest he came to being with a woman he'd lusted after, and maybe loved, for years. Something passed between the eyes of the three. Some kind of understanding. So I decided not to stand in their way.

"You have fun with that. I'm going to go dance. The rest of you want to join me?" I pulled the other men we had come with (Bobby and Tank I think?) along with me.

"Hell no, I want to see this." the woman with Tank said.

"Go dancing Lula, Cluck-in-a-Bucket will be on me for the next week." Stephanie said. Seemed she didn't want Lula watching. I got the feeling they were friends, but some things are easier to do in front of strangers.

"Common, Lula" I said. "Let's go have fun on the stripper pole." And I pulled the group away, leaving Lester, Ranger, and Stephanie staring at their shoes as the door opened and the other couple walked out, grinning widely and holding each other tight.

Stephanie

The room smelled of sex. Not sweat, not body odor, not exactly. More like the sexual energy had been absorbed into the walls, and they were pulsing with it. My heartbeat jumped the moment we entered, and my doo-dah started dancing to the same rhythm. Numbly I stared around as a man came with a box of 'attachments' that all looked like disembodied penises. Ranger gently reached in and lifted the one that looked the least intimidating, a purple dildo that looked more like a funny shaped lollypop than an actual piece of anatomy. It was a lot less scary than the others. I was vaguely aware of things being cleaned, the mechanics being explained, of the bed and the wicker coffee table and the yellow walls. But mostly I was thinking of the couple in here before us, the look of bliss on her face, and that I now had the two hottest guys in Trenton with me in a small room that almost oozed sex.

"Are you sure you want to do this Babe?"

Ranger was looking into my eyes. Soft and caring and tender, but his dilated pupils betrayed his lust.

"I'm sure." I glanced at Lester. "Are you both sure it's ok for you to be in here?" Isn't there some guy code thing about, I don't know, seeing another guy's junk?" The two of them did their physic eye-contact thing.

Lester laughed softly, while Ranger gently brushed my hair away from my neck, kissing my collarbone. He whispered into my ear, "We've been watching each other's backs, and fronts, for 30 years. There's almost nothing we haven't already seen. And in here, in this room, you can have anything, anything you want, and it's OK. Do you understand?" He looked into my eyes, and I did. I did understand. I here we were safe, apart from the real world. Ranger knew I had feelings for Lester, and he was OK with that.

His fingers curled under my shirt, knuckles brushing against the soft skin of my belly. My heart pounded even faster and my nipples pebbled. I wanted him, I wanted them both. And maybe, just this once, I would have them.