The Married Guy, one of my fuck buddies, has been hassling me about going along to the Masters Swim Squad training for weeks.  His wife bought him membership for Christmas and he thinks it might be good from my swimming.

A little bit reluctantly, I went along.  Picture this, I just get out of my car, I’m walking towards the pool entry and I get a text message from the Married Guy saying he can’t it.

I’m already here, I might as well go.

Everyone was really nice.  The coach was a young guy who gave me one really good pointers, unfortunately he wasn’t wearing a speedo like the majority of guys were.

During the session I talked to a bunch of people but I felt like this one couple (male/female, husband/wife) were kind of hitting on me.  They did ask me to grab a beer after we finished in the pool.  I had to help a mate move some furniture so I had to pass on the beer.

The next day I spoke with the Married Guy and I mentioned the couple I thought was hitting on me.  He started laughing and I was on the outside of the joke.  Married Guy said that the couple were big time swingers and everyone knew about it.  He was laughing because he thought they would hit on me but wasn’t sure if they’d do it the first night.

It is funny how the Married Guy seems to live vicariously through me, if I hook up with someone, he isn’t jealous, he gets turned on by hearing about what I’m getting up to.  With that in mind, it isn’t surprising that he asked me if I would have sex with the Married Couple from the pool?  Of course I would!!!

The next Masters Swim Training session I went to was two weeks later.  The Married Guy was there, as were the Married Couple.  Again everybody was nice and I enjoyed the session.  At the end the Married Couple asked me for a beer and I said yes.  It was funny how the Married Guy was holding in his laughter when he overheard me getting asked out.  We agreed to meet at a nearby pub and six minutes later the three of us were sitting down having a drink.