So I am running late for a meeting, and also my turn to stock up out work bar. Driving to a client I notice a bottle store sign on a shopping centre sign board and I pull in . When I walk into the deserted bottle store, a chime rings and an older gent steps out and greets me. Hi, I need to place an order for some booze and have it delivered, do you do that? Yes yes we do that, Ok heres the list, quite a bit but I need it latest tomorrow morning, can that be done? Yep , lets see the list....ok...ok...just some of this whiskey I have to bring in but can do... Ok, I will be back later today to pay , so if you could give me a total and we can go from there, check stock etc. When I return he has his invoice ready, not bad actually... We go into his office for credit card machine, clears the desk and wait for him to fill in the slip. Yes this was in the 80's.... I pay and he promises to be there the same evening, whiskey will be tomorrow am...that ok? Sure! But I notice this little green covered booklet , half hidden but I can make out swinge..... As promised delivery happens that day. The next day, sitting in my office I get a call from reception for a visitor. In reception is a lady who hands me her card and says she is delivering the balance of the order. Sure, and she hands me her card, lovely smile, pretty plain older woman and I guess she is the wife. I invite her for a coffee, coke, and she accepts a cup of tea. We chat and have a very pleasant meeting, and she is keen for us to buy from them again, explaining they had retired to Durban from Welkom and bought this store which was struggling. Any way we do place regular orders and meet up every now and then, sometimes when in the area I pop in to the store and we do get on well despite them being 20 odd years older than me. One day they ask if it would be ok for them to buy me dinner as a thank you for the business. Why not ? We have an amazing evening, them with not so good English but a good laugh. And we meet up once in a while for a drink, or coffee , usually in their store. Then one of those days we are still having a good chat at closing time, so we pack up and move down to the Blue Waters hotel, get comfy and carry on. This was in the ladies bar which used to be in the corner on the first floor, a real retro place, carpet on the wall, sunken bar, dim lights and cubicles to sit in. And we chat and laugh, and out the blue Gert asks me if I know what a swinger is?...not really I say, why? They giggle and then try explain it away, but the conversation keeps going that way. Eventually, I get their full idea on swingers and just discuss the concept as a conversation piece which taught me a lot about it. Then one day they ask me if I want to join them for a braai, and after some though I accept. What shall I bring? Net ys, se hy.... I arrive with the ice, its hot and Gert greets me, Hettie is in the pool, kom ek kry jou a drank, wat wil jy he? Brandewyn ,coke en ys. We go through and Hettie in in the pool and by the looks of it topless too. Ons gas is hier Hettie!!! She turns and greets me, only her head out of the water, then she get out facing away from me and yes, she is topless but her towel covers her up quickly and she joins us. Ek het jou gese hy is amper hier.....and she just giggles and tells me she loves skinny dipping. The afternoon goes on well, she gets in again, eventually we are all in, Gert and I in shorts and Hettie quite discreetly topless. Then Gert called me to help him cook the meat, and we carried on having a few more drinks and chatting. Then he turns to me, and says that Hettie and him really like our get togethers because they are new to Durban and only very few people they have managed to befriend. As the evening winds on it becomes apparent I wont be driving home, we party, laugh, play in the pool and eventually we are kaalgat, all of us. Then Gert and Hettie get into an embrace in the water, watching two middle aged folk getting frisky leaves me feeling a bit weird and it gets even more so when Hettie beckons me to come closer and before I know it she has her tongue deep inside my mouth.....and then still holding onto ,me she does the same to Gert. Are you ok? she asks me, sorry I just got carried away...must be the booze she says.... Look , she says, we are swingers, we like having a bit of fun with someone extra and we like you, so if you are ok you can join in...theres more than enough to share... More to come