Pete first heard of the Casa de Eros from a chick he had been balling, Sally Marcus, who worked at a Redondo Beach club he often visited. One night after he had made love to her in the motel and was about to go back home, Sally said she had something to ask him.
"Your wife like to swing?" she asked.
"I don't know," he said honestly. "Why?" "Because if she does, I know a groovy club that you might dig."
"Well, what about it?" he asked.
"I can't tell you now. I'm a member and each member is sworn to secrecy up to a point. I can tell you about it but not where it is or who's connected with it."
"All right. Tell me what you can."
"Well, a lot of well-known studs belong to it. Professional golfers, movie stars, writers, and so on. All swingers. It's a swap club but you can do anything you want, really."
"Go on," he said.
"Well, if you're married, like you, you have to bring your wife along. Even if she doesn't want to swing she has to sign a paper."
"How come?"
"So she can't cause you any shit."
"She might join. I don't know. We have been speaking but little else. She used to be sexy but lately I haven't been able to make it with her."
"See?" Sally said, sitting on the edge of the motel bed, pulling back on her stockings. "The interest has gone out of your life. A little swinging will fix it back up. There are a lot of groovy couples up there. Interested?"
"You bet your sweet ass I'm interested. What do I have to do?"
"Bring your wife and I'll meet you at a place and we'll talk to one of the owners. You fill out a card and pay the fee and then we all go up to the place."
"Sounds like a spy thriller." Sally laughed.
"They're careful. Look, Pete-it's all legal. You don't have to do anything. They have a sauna, a pool, a television lounge. It's open twenty-four hours a day. You ask a person if they want to swing, if they do, fine, if not, you're not allowed to touch them. That's the kind of club it is."
"Okay. When can we try it?"
"Anytime. This week. There'll be a membership meeting on Wednesday. If you dig it you can do your thing and be a member. What you do is strip before all the members and then they take a Polaroid shot of you in the nude and put it in the files. That's so you can't come back and cause them any shit."
"Where'll we meet?" he asked her.
"I'll meet you Wednesday night at the Bluffs. It's a restaurant in Colton, just off the freeway. One of the owners'll come down and talk to you and your wife."
So the pact had been made. Bunny agreed to go along. It hadn't been hard to convince her.
Sally was waiting for them at the Bluffs and they went in to the bar side and ordered drinks. Soon a tall man, it was Harry, came by and sat down with them.
"Sally tell you the score?" he asked.
"Some of it," Pete admitted.
"Well, you give me thirty dollars for yourself and five bucks for your wife and those are your dues. If you don't join though, we refund your money and no questions asked. No hard feelings."
"What happens when we join?"
"Well, you have the run of the club. Sally told you what we have. We have a system of buying drinks that's all legal so we can serve twenty-four hours a day. You buy a coupon book from the office for fifteen bucks. They're good at the bar. Actually you're buying the glass, not the drinks. It's legal."
"Okay," Pete said.
"The money first," Harry said.
Pete counted it out, feeling like he was making a clandestine buy of heroin.
"Now fill out these cards," Harry said, handing them to Bunny and Pete.
On one side of the cards was a blank for personal information: name, address, phone number, business affiliation; the other side had a number of categories listed with blanks for check marks by each one:
INTERESTED IN SWAPPING, HOMOSEXUALITY , VOYEURISM , GROUP SEX ,PHOTOGRAPHY, HETEROSEXUALITY , OTHER.
"We never let these cards go out of our sight," Harry told them. "Fill them out here and then we'll go up to the place."
When they had finished, Harry took them outside to the parking lot. They drove up Reche Canyon until they came to a gate with a guard at it.
"See. It's private," he told them. "The guard has a two-way radio and is in constant contact with the house. We can't be raided."
When they got up to the top of the hill they could see the lights of San Bernardino in the distance. They went into the office and Harry took their pictures with the Polaroid.
"Part of the system," he told them. "We take your picture in here and in the nude after your initiation. Care for a drink?"
Bunny and Pete ordered drinks. Harry took them around the club and introduced them to everyone who was there. He showed them the "bedroom," after they had seen the recreation room and lounge.
"You can have any kind of sex in here," he explained, "but you have to respect the rights of the others in here. In other words you can't just bang anybody you see over in the corner. If you're invited in here, fine, otherwise stay out. We have an orgy room for group sex."
He took them down the hall and into an ante-room. Beyond this was another room, dimly lit with purple light.
"This is the orgy room," he said. "If you come here there's no holds barred. Anyone can have anyone any way they want. See the sign." He indicated a sign that read: "ORGY ROOM: PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK."
Bunny giggled. Pete raised his eyebrows.
Next they went to the club room where there was a bar and tables, a large movie screen, and a small stage.
"Here you can dance, bring your own films to show or see those that others bring. The bar is always open. You'll be initiated here tonight if you still want to."
"What do you think, Bunny?" Pete asked his wife.
"I'm game," she said.
"Okay, fine," Harry said and took them back to the office where he gave them each a card that said Casa de Eros on it with the 24-hour phone number.
At the initiation, there were two other couples who were also joining the club. The procedure was for the female to stand on the small stage, alone, and pick out different members of the audience, males, who would then come up and remove an item of clothing. The men did the same thing, picking out females to remove an item of clothing. It was a simple and fun affair with much applause and good-natured laughter. As soon as one of the new members was nude, Jean, the hostess that night, came up and photographed that person.
The first night Bunny was taking on Harry, Dale and Willie while Pete was balling Jean in another part of the "bedroom." It was this first night that awakened Bunny to the potentials of her own body and that made her view sex in a different light. She found that she was having too much fun to mind that Pete was balling Jean or even her discovery that he had been balling Sally for a long time.
Harry started to breathe more rapidly and as he increased his pumping motion, he spurted his sperm inside Bunny's pussy as orgasm overtook him.
"Let me have it all, Harry," Bunny said,, surprised at her own brazenness. But her vagina was twitching with desire and she felt that she could take on the entire membership of the club that evening.
Harry pumped and spurted his last until his cock went limp and then climbed off. In a twinkling, Dale was around in front and poking at her pussy with his extended cock. Harry lay alongside, panting.
"I want to watch it go in," he told Dale and Bunny. Willie still sucked away on her breasts.
"You watch," Dale puffed and moved the head of his cock to her cunt lips. He was on his knees, his heavy belly hanging down almost to the mattress. Bunny was in a half-sitting position leaning back on her extended arms, up thrusting her pussy so that Dale's cock could reach it.