Disclaimer: Swingtown is not mine. I just like playing in their sandbox. (I'm also old enough to remember a certain author suing fans who wrote fic about her books back in the day. Please don't sue me. I'm poor.)
A/N: "All quotes that are in italics," are lines from episodes of the show.
Pairings: Susan/Trina, Susan/Tom/Trina, Susan/Roger, Susan/Bruce, Bruce/Susan/Tom/Trina.
Prologue-
The first time that Susan met their new neighbors, she and her husband Bruce had been in the middle of a spontaneous rendezvous in one of the many unoccupied rooms of their newly bought home when the sound of an unfamiliar doorbell interrupted them.
As they scrambled to pick up their discarded clothing and make themselves look somewhat presentable, she wondered how they could have been together for almost twenty years without him realizing why a few frantic kisses and a warm palm sliding underneath her skirt wasn't quite enough to get her going. Not anymore, not since they were in their early twenties. That definitely wasn't a conversation that she'd anticipated having with him, not that night or anytime soon.
Somehow, they managed to make their way downstairs in a respectable amount of time, and found Tom and Trina Decker smiling on the other side of their front door. They were a well put together couple who wore matching red tops and white shorts and seemed perfectly normal, lovely even. Susan quickly found out the hard way that they were also highly perceptive. Mrs Decker, Trina, had picked up on just how flustered the two of them were and the state of their rumpled clothing right away. It was incredibly embarrassing and, if Susan was reading them right, though they apologized and said they'd come back later, they actually seemed amused to have caught them in an intimate moment.
Their reaction was so far from any other experience she and Bruce had with friends and family in the past. Sex just wasn't a topic of discussion. Ever. Even in passing. It was just the way that they'd been raised.
"Well, tell you what," Trina offered, "If you like to share, why don't you bring it to our party tomorrow night?"
"Come either way, we'll light some fireworks, you can make some new friends. Whatever you're into."
There was something about the way that Tom Decker said that last bit, 'Whatever you're into...' that caught her attention. Susan had a feeling that whatever party they were hosting wasn't going to be your typical cookout or dinner gathering. As much as that piqued her curiosity, and it really did, tomorrow was moving day. That meant a lot of manual labor, coordinating, moving furniture, and organizing. They were going to be exhausted.
"Tomorrow's going to be a long day-" Susan started, surprised when she was cut off by her husband.
"We'll- We'll try to make it."
"Great..." Trina's nose crinkled, her gaze flitting back and forth between them as if she were silently assessing the situation, "I'm guessing you have children?"
Susan nodded, curious as to where the conversation was going, "Two."
"Well, you might want to get a sitter," she suggested with a kind smile, "This party will go late."
Maybe it was the fact that Susan and her husband were still a bit rattled after having attention drawn to exactly what they'd been doing upstairs before the doorbell rang, or it could have been the casual air about the other couple, the one that radiated of mystery and intrigue. Or, maybe it was the expensive bottle of wine that they'd gifted them, as if it was nothing more than a pretty trinket they just had laying around. Either way, something had both Susan and Bruce watching them with rapt attention as they'd jogged off into the early evening air, and she had a sneaking suspicion that meeting them, moving in next door to people like them, meant that they were destined to change more than just their address and the size of their bank account that summer. How so? She had no idea. Not yet anyway.
They'd gone home not long after that, staying up into the wee hours of the morning so that they could finish packing the last of their belongings and have everything ready for when the movers came at 9am. Susan was exhausted and overemotional about it being their last night in their first home, and no matter how hard she tried she simply could not fall asleep.
She laid there, watching shadows slowly shift back and forth across the ceiling, and tried to think about anything other than leaving everything that she knew and was familiar with behind. It started with mentally figuring out what boxes she'd want to be put into which rooms, quickly changing to the few poorly thought out plans that she had for redecorating their new home, before eventually leading to thoughts of the Deckers. By then, Susan had finally began to doze, eventually falling asleep to made up images of the party that they'd been invited to, her half conscious mind conjuring flashing images of fancy dresses, disco music, and dancing...
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Six hours after the movers had left the following afternoon, they'd finally gotten all of the important furniture set up or, at the very least, in the general area that they would reside in. It had been a non-stop, sweaty day, and even though every part of her wanted to do nothing more than take a nap, she was pleasantly surprised when Bruce brought in two glasses and the chilled bottle of Dom Perignon that the neighbors had given them the night before. As a part of their little celebration, he naturally brought up going to the party next door, and it honestly didn't take very much convincing to get Susan to agree.
She was far too intrigued by that point to say no.
It took a bit of searching and a fair amount of time, but Susan eventually found a pretty dress hidden deep in one of the many boxes of her clothing, got cleaned up, did her hair, and borrowed her daughter's makeup when she couldn't find her own. It was more effort than she'd put into herself in a while, but the look on her husbands face when she came down the stairs was worth it.
It was nearly 8pm by the time they were ready to leave and were surprised to find their old neighbors, Janet and Roger, at their door with leftovers in hand so that they didn't have to cook after a long, hard day of work. Touched by their thoughtfulness, Susan asked them on a whim if they'd like to join them. She knew from experience that her somewhat cautious and schedule orientated best friend wasn't generally impulsive by nature, but she wanted to at least extend the gesture. The last thing that she expected was for them to accept.
"I hope you don't mind, we brought some old friends."
"Old neighbors, actually," Bruce added.
Tom didn't seem bothered at all, in fact he smiled and gestured for them to come in, "The more the merrier."
As they stepped inside, Susan immediately knew that she'd made a mistake. Her gut instincts about the party had been correct. She could see at least two couples making out and a whole gaggle of people dancing far closer than anyone she'd ever seen do so in public. She and Bruce may have spent the entirety of the free love and hippie movement raising their children, but she wouldn't lie and say that the concept hadn't always been tempting to her. Their old neighbors, though? Especially Janet, who had always been a model of propriety? Susan was shocked when they willingly, though clearly uncomfortably, followed them inside.
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Hours later, it was long past midnight, and she and Bruce had been lounging together on one of the Decker's sofas for an indeterminate amount of time. Who knew that swinging was a thing? Or, that it was something that normal people did? More importantly, though, after both Tom and Trina had separately suggested opening up their marriage to the both of them, why were they seriously considering doing it? They'd been talking it over, drinks in hand as they watched people slowly start to trickle out and head home, and neither of them seemed to be quite ready to leave yet.
The Thompsons, however, had left long ago. Susan still wasn't sure how Janet discovered what type of party they were at, or what she had probably walked in on or seen, but judging by the look of absolute disgust on her face when she realized that she and Bruce had decided to stay? It was probably going to take a lot of apologizing and explanation on her part before their friendship went back to any resemblance of normal. On a typical evening, that thought alone would have had Susan's stomach in knots. Knowing that her best friend was out there, upset and possibly angry with her, was high up on the list of things that she never wanted to happen in her life. But, the possibilities that the rest of the night held for her and Bruce were far too alluring to pass up.
So, they stayed put.
By the time Tom and Trina found them, Susan had been riding the pleasant, dreamy high of her first quualude and roughly two and a half gimlets for the majority of the evening and it didn't look like it was about to stop anytime soon. She was nervous, but relaxed, and keenly aware of every move that Tom made as he approached her from behind the couch. First, he rubbed her shoulders, then caressed her hand, followed by the catch of his stubble against her hair as he opened her palm and then pressed it gently into his wife's.
Her heart raced wildly.
It only took one shared look with Bruce for her to know that they were actually going to do this. No more discussion, no more what-ifs, no more thinking.
They got up from the couch with clasped hands and, despite feeling shaky on her feet, they followed the other couple deeper into the house. Once in the bedroom though, a truly modern room compared to her and Bruce's hand-me-down furniture set, Trina turned and approached her, probably hoping to dissipate any potential awkwardness.
"You are so beautiful, Susan."
With a shy smile, she welcomed the other woman's attention. Delicate fingertips trailed up her arms and fiddled with the neckline of her flowery, purple dress. Even though the holiday heat had waned once the sun set, she felt hot, like a permanent blush had licked its way across her body, and every tantalizing touch sent shivers up her spine.
Susan let her gaze trail down Trina's body. Arousal flickered to life inside of her like a furnace on a cool winter night, and that was the moment that she realized there wasn't any other place she'd rather be. Not when she felt Tom press up against her back, both strong and surprisingly comforting, and not even when she spotted Bruce doing the same to Trina. The only way she was leaving the Decker's house anytime soon, was if there was a fire, near fatal accident, or a natural disaster.
And then, Trina kissed her.
Susan gasped in surprise, her stomach swooping unexpectedly, and suddenly the lingering noise of the party faded into the background. All she could focus on was their lips as they brushed tentatively together. The contact was chaste at first, as if the younger woman wasn't quite sure how she would react, but Susan was just far gone enough to sink into it without a second thought. Every worry that she had, every busy or nervous thought swirling around inside of her head, floated away. All she could feel were soft lips and even softer curves pressing against her own, and she, more than anyone else, was both shocked and pleasantly surprised by how wonderful it all felt.
Susan sighed and melted back against Tom, more than happy to let the two of them do as they pleased. She tangled her fingers through the other woman's dark hair, anchoring herself as she trailed kisses down her chest, nipping and teasing at any skin that she could find. At the same time, a pair of stronger, larger, hands slid their way below Susan's hips, blunt fingertips pressing inward just over her pelvic bone. It reminded her of the first time that Bruce felt her up in the back of his Chevy when they were sixteen and full of hormones. It was intoxicating.
Speaking of Bruce... Susan's eyes fluttered open just as Trina leaned back and began tugging at the tie around her waist. She searched for her husband's eyes over the other woman's shoulder, concerned that this might be too much for him, but apparently she had nothing to worry about. Susan chuckled at the expression on his face- shell shocked and dazed, but she recognized the growing look of hunger twinkling in his eyes.
Oh yes, Susan smiled, it was going to be a glorious night.