Swap City

“Most of the people in the development are already involved. Even if one partner isn't already involved in cheating, their partner likely is. That's a situation that isn't going to work long term.”
There's then a lot of discussion, which Donna moderates like a professional counselor (and that with no training at all!) It takes a while, but everyone finally agrees that open swapping will be better than cheating. The entire development will meet, for swapping, in the clubhouse each Wednesday, after work. The initial swap assignments will be printed out from the scheduling computer program at work and be posted in the clubhouse.
(Most of the girls try to project the image, “I'm only going to do this to prevent violence and fit in with the rest of the neighborhood.” Most of the boys [me included] react like a small child who has just been told that the only cure for a disease that they have, is to eat lots of ice cream and cake. I suspect that there will be a lot of intense conversations at home that night. It might be fun to imagine yourself getting to sample sex with the neighbors, but what if your partner finds out that he/she prefers someone else?)
Later that night, at home, Donna and I work out our personal situation.
Donna tells me, “Joe you can screw all the girls you want here, but you'll have to understand that I, as the organizer, will sometimes have to screw more than my share.”
I tell my wife that it's a terrible blow to me, but I understand the need for the sacrifice, etc. (I know that the boys will quickly tire of Donna’s mouse love and I can then screw their wives, while my wife remains relatively untouched. Boy, am I in for a surprise and that in the not very distant future!)
On the next Wednesday we get ready to go to the clubhouse, after supper. I plan to just wear my jeans over my tight white and my flip flops to keep from stepping on painful little pebbles. I'm then stunned to see that Donna is completely nude, except for a fancy new pair of high-heels. I have a sort of a mousy little housewife image of Donna and I had just never imagined that she could calmly walk nude to a meeting. (I also notice that Donna has apparently been doing a workout or some such and that she's looking a bit better than before.)
I kind of stammer and ask Donna, “Shouldn’t you at least wear something as we walk, in public, over to the clubhouse?”
Donna sighs and lectures me, “Joe, I'm the organizer. I would be nude very soon anyhow, once we get to the clubhouse. I have to set the tone, get the girls started. This will be a big step for some of the ladies and I have to set an example for them.”
I just shrug and accept the situation. I take off my jeans and just wear my tight white and my flip flops.
We get ready to go to the clubhouse. I realize that the clubhouse is just next door to our place and Donna won't be nude in public for very long. We then go out our back door and walk down the more or less hidden backyard walk, instead of out our front door and down the main street.
When we get to the clubhouse, most of the rest of the ladies are nude, just like Donna. I realize that her short nude walk wasn't really all that much of an item.
Then we get down to business. The swapping schedule is posted on the clubhouse wall and nude Donna stands in front of the group and reads off the pairings. (I can't believe that it's my mousey little wife doing it!) Donna doesn't seem at all embarrassed and she reads the pairings in a calm voice, as if she were reading a bus schedule. She also answers a couple of questions. (I'm amazed at her poise, in a situation that's entirely strange to her.)
I'm scheduled to fuck Janey. She's the neighborhood gossip and she looks like a crazy rabbit. Supposedly, she has already screwed every guy in the development, except me. I grab Janey and lead her over to an inflatable mattress.