Part one can be found here for people late to the party.
So my fit shitlady and I attend a swingers party in town. This is held at a private residence which is completely remodeled for entertaining. The upstairs has a dance floor and stripper pole, DJ sound system and open bar. The downstairs has lots of rooms for getting to know people better by taking their clothes off and rutting like wild animals. It's like Chuck E Cheese for adults, without the giant rats and smell of little-kid puke. My wife and I have been to a few parties here before and always had a great time. We know the hosts and 'regulars', so were expecting some action.
Real quick for people who aren't swingers: he're how some parties work. The host/hostess is the person who owns the property. They usually charge a door fee to cover the costs of snacks, booze, etc. This lets them screen people too. So the charge might be something like Single Ladies:Free, Couples:$30, Single Men:$150. There's a limit on the number of single guys, because otherwise the orgy is nothing but a sausage fest and unless you're looking for the Jimmy Dean Christmas party, no one wants that.
Story Begins: Wife and I arrive, go upstairs, and are introduced to normal sized couple with TumblrButter friend. They're trying to get her laid for some reason and think this is a good idea and will end well. She's a typical vacuous cow who is desperate to show her 'kinky side.' Pathetically tries to look frisky by wearing this huge black corset to reign in a pair of massive mayo-melons. The Torrid knock-off corset has a zipper in the front that has burst, so it's being held closed by metal eyelets at the top, allowing her gut to burst through the bottom. Every picked up a garbage back just to have trash spill out the bottom? She looks like a sculpture of that carved out of Crisco.
After a few minutes of small talk, the living McNugget sees a single guy across the room and goes on an intercept course. The guy is very fit and handsome (the hosts have plenty of single guys to choose from, so no surprise) and she pounces like a trashy mugger with low self esteem. Wife and I stay at the bar, make new friends and have a great time but I spare the occasional glance to see how the single guy is doing. He's not doing well. He's getting pawed like a lion tamer in a steak suit. Thirsty ham is grinding against him to the music, and for all his muscles he still has trouble keeping his balance with every squishy impact.
When he breaks free to get another drink from the bar, I introduce myself. I find out he's active military from a base about 60 miles away. He's looking for action at a place where he won't risk running into anyone he knows. Guy has driven an hour and dropped $150 just to be a chew toy for a thirsty cow. But suddenly things look up! He sees Vanessa come into the room and immediately starts making a play for her. I know Vanessa from previous parties. She's blonde, big tits and great smile. Good personality too, so I mentally wish him luck. He cuts the hammy dead and spends the next hour playing tongue twister on the dance floor with Vanessa. Hammy jiggles next to them in a pitiful mimicry of dancing until hunk makes an actual "shoo" gesture at her.
Piggy slops back to her friends and sulks, making pitiful sighs and hoping someone's going to ask her "what's wrong?" Everyone ignores her until she actually asks the couple who brought her to take her home because of reasons. They can tell she's about to fall apart and make a big embarrassing scene, so they gather their stuff and go. Military guy comes back to the bar for another round and I can tell that he and "Vanessa" are about to go downstairs and get their freak on. So I take him aside and say "You do know that 'Vanessa' is a guy, right? He's a transvestite." Looking in his eyes I can almost see his brain shrug and give a mental thumbs-up to his cock. "It's cool," he says. He takes two beers from the bar and heads down the stairs with "Vanessa" on his arm.
"Curvy" Fatties take notice. To a hunk, the rankings are hot girl>plain girl>girl>hot transvestite>hippo in a corset>fatty"
Let me make it clear that transvestites are cool and liven up any party. I knew "Vanessa" well enough to know that she'd probably told Military Hunk the situation before making out with him on the dance floor, but wanted to be sure that there wasn't going to be any trouble. If MH reacted badly, the host and I would have shown him the door instantly. I don't know what they did when they left the dance floor, but I didn't see them for the rest of the night so I don't think either one had any complaints. The couple who took Obeast home knew about "Vanessa" as well and told piggy because they figured it would take the sting out of getting turned down at an orgy. I think they tried to phrase it like "it's his loss, he could have had you and instead he ended up with a guy!" She didn't take it well and refuses to even think about attending another party.