Swinging couple enjoys a new playmate at the fair.. It was an interesting sort of microcosm, this event. Luke looked around and smiled, at all the people in medieval garb, random weird tents, period items. Men splitting wood by hand, and all the strange accompaniment. They would be here for three days, enjoying the festivities, taking in some of the amateur entertainment the camps put on (theater, music, talent, etc.), and tomorrow Luke was greatly looking forward to his introduction to armored fighting. Granted, his “sword” was wooden and the events were not quite cutthroat, but still, it looked to be fantastically fun, and he was incredibly thrilled his friend Rodney had talked him into it. He had no idea how well he’d do—he moonlighted as a martial arts teacher and was fairly accomplished there, but had never once forayed into this area of combat—but still, it looked fun as hell.
But truthfully, there was another reason he was here, and that was the women. Rodney had explained in great detail that for many couples, while they were monogamous in everyday life, there were often certain exceptions in place for the events. There was some elaborate ritual with a fruit with cloves stuck in it where if you offered it to the opposite sex, their response was supposed to dictate what they were willing to do with you. “Throw the clove on the ground if you’re willing to hug,” Rodney had explained, “bite the clove if you’re willing to kiss. But be careful that if you take the last clove, or if you bite the fruit itself, you’re basically agreeing to warm their bed the rest of the night.” He also advised him about “kilt checks,” and that he should always submit to them—apparently girls would tease your precious bits on the premise of checking to make sure you hadn’t worn underwear, asking “are you regimental,” since traditionally they were never a thing. There was a pub and also a separate tournament drinking game, and while there were plenty of people who came with their families and friends just to have some fun and enjoy a bit of cutting loose and medieval flavor, all understood that as the night got darker, most anything went. And since Luke and his longtime girlfriend Kiana had recently passed into the realm of being swingers (another story for another time, though a good one), he loved the idea of a place where they might get into an adventure or two with some attractive people. As he stood in camp, taking a quick stretch in just his kilt, he noticed one or two glances from attractive women as they passed by. At 6’2″ and a well-toned 190 lbs topped by a chiseled face, brown hair, and deep green eyes, Luke was a good looking man, and he hoped to use that to his advantage this weekend.
He shook his head and broke his reverie, turning back to the tent. It was a rather large affair he had splurged on, supposedly capable of sleeping 10. It took a fair bit of doing, and about an hour to not only set up, but also “furnish.” Three feather beds and an assortment of blankets and pillows ensured a comfortable bed—Kiana liked the outdoors, but she had never really been a camping girl, per se. But, looking around at the rather cushy surroundings, Luke wondered if perhaps it was a better setup than their bedroom at home. As he was appraising his work, Kiana came strolling into the front entryway.
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