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Almost forgot, time for the conclusion of Drew’s last Truth or Dare. You remember Drew, he’s the one with a very sordid past and very little shame. Got a question or dare? Send ‘em to us at truthordare@zoomdoggle.com and make him doggle for your delight. In the meantime, here’s the conclusion to his first ever dare, the swing club. Take it away Drew…

Let’s see, where were we? Oh, right, Trini — my on-again, off-again, of many year’s back, who’d agreed to go with me to the swing club so I could fulfill my first dare — and I had just decided to take off… with another couple, Nicole and Dave.

This worked for a number of reasons:
1. Having just moved to New York, I’ve yet to find an apartment. You can’t bring a girl home when you’re crashing on your homeboy’s couch.
2. Trini had mentioned earlier that, because of our history, no matter how well things went at the club, we could not, under any circumstances, go back to her place together (looks like I’d found a loophole).
3. The possibility of girl on girl. Better yet, girl on boy on girl.

As we hastily changed back into our clothes, Trini and I talked things over.

“What happened while I was in the bathroom?” I asked. Turns out Nicole and Trini began to touch each other. Nicole asked if Trini was interested and she had replied yes.

“So are we swapping now?” I asked, momentarily hurt by my exclusion from this decision.

“No, baby,” Trini said, and she looked deeply into my eyes. “I want to you. I jut want to mess around with her.” OK, I thought, I can do that.

“And David?” I asked. “He doesn’t expect the, uh, full swap, right?” She wasn’t sure, but she thought not. I didn’t want Trini to be touched by some other dude. Especially this David guy. Especially in front of me.

We met up with them outside the club and got a cab. The cab ride over was not tense at all, as we talked about how overwhelmed we all were by Le Trapeze. When we walked into their apartment they offered us some Champagne. We drank while Nicole lit candles and turned down the lights. An orange glow came over the scene.

Before I knew it, Nicole and Trini were kissing. It was a pretty hot, as is almost always the case when women make-out. All I could do was stare. I sensed David looking at me, but I resisted the urge to meet his eyes.

Why you looking at me, Dave-o, the shows over there?

The girls lips separated and they laughed and reached out an arm to David and me, letting us know it was time to come and play. I quickly helped Trini out of her clothes, David the same with Nicole. I then quickly shed my attire, like I was wearing a Velcro suit or something. Trini and me kissed and I felt Nicole’s hands on my body, so I touched hers as well.

Should I be touching her?

I was worried any contact between Nicole and me would be an invitation for David to start touching Trini, which I knew she didn’t want. I would have to be delicate, literally feel out the situation

Soon we all made our way onto the bed, where it was clear the action was being controlled by the two girls. They would kiss, caress and lick each other while David and I would come in and add to the mix. Still, the whole time, David’s gaze seemed uncomfortably aimed at me.

Trini and I began to focus on one another and I heard Nicole beg David to bone her, which sounded pretty hot. She began turn her attention towards him, but he stopped her. Is he teasing her or something? I didn’t think so. Is he worried about something? Maybe he’d drank too much and couldn’t get it up.

After a while, Trini was getting close to The Big Yell and felt like some sort of sex god because of my performance. However, I began to get a weird vibe from Nicole and David. Nicole was now reaching for me, rather than David. Trini let out a moan, I’d gotten here there. And then, it was done. She wandered off to the bathroom, leaving me, alone with my newfound friends.

Suddenly I was acutely aware of my nakedness. “I’m going to go get a drink of water,” I said as I slipped back into my underwear.

Thirty seconds later my options became clear. “Come back to bed,” Dave shouted to me, Trini, or the both of us, I couldn’t be sure which. I could take off like a thief in the night, but it was probably too late for my buddy, who I was crashing with, to let me in. I could grab Trini’s hand and beg that we take the party back to her place, far, far away from whatever it was Dave had in store for us. Or I could… or… um… I flopped down on their couch.

“You’re not going to sleep on the bed?” Trini whispered in my ear a minute or two later. I pretended like I was stone-cold passed out already.

The next morning, I relieved to find Trini was on the couch too, but our hosts were already up, awake, and hovering.

“Tea?” Dave offered.

I explained that I had somewhere to be. An early morning appointment of some sort. On a Saturday. Nicole insisted we exchange numbers “In case we ever want to grab dinner.” And then the women exchanged hugs, David and me a handshake. Only when I hugged Nicole she seemed to linger a bit longer in my arms. My imagination again?

On the subway ride back to Trini’s we talked. I asked what she thought of Nicole.

“I didn’t like how she kept wanting to fuck you,” she said, “I don’t think Dave liked it very much either.” So I wasn’t imagining!

So there you have it, I swung. It wasn’t the full swap, but damn near close. As I found out, the swinging community is definitely not a place for couples who are not completely comfortable with each other. I just needed a day or two to decided if it was really something I was ready to share with the world. Turns out I’m pretty OK with putting it out on the internet. So, what’s next, got a question that needs answering? An experience you’ve always wondered about? Let me play surrogate. Drop us a line at truthordare@zoomdoggle.com and tune in next week see the mayhem unfold.

—Drew@zoomdoggle.com