The swinging lifestyle is no longer just for far-out weirdo -types.. it's also for average, middle class, middle American weirdo-types. Cheri was on hand at the Tropicana Hotel in Vegas to meet the 3,000-plus couples gathered together for the Lifestyle Convention- the biggest cumming-together of swingers and swing organizations in North America. While there, we uncovered the true, naked face (and many other parts) of the modern day American swing scene, but the thing that stunned and amazed us most was just how goddam normal these people looked.
Conventional wisdom tells us that swingers are fat, ugly, old, and grotesque. But increasingly, the average American swinger is also young, pretty, and thin. Sure, some could scare the paint off a house, but for every hairy-humped hedonist burning his social security check on butt lube, there's a pretty young thing spreading her horny ass for naked strangers. In fact, most swingers are rather middle-class and many are plain stinking rich.

At the height of the orgies, we saw stripped-down debauchees flashing Rolex watches and enormous diamond rings. What's happening here? These are the kind of folks you'd see in the check-out line of an average suburban supermarket.Of course, there are quite a few things that set the Lifestyle apart from the majority of Americans. The average Lifestyle guy doesn't mind seeing his wife treated like communal property. A stranger's Tube steak tickling her tonsils or a stiff rod pistoning her puss is fine with him, so long as as he gets to dunk his dicky between a strange slut's lips (either upper or lower) himself. But let's face facts. We all dream about being monkey in the middle at a full tilt orgy. And for many such dirty dreamers, if all they had to do to get a crack at some brand new nookie was to hand over their regular squeeze in temporary trade, hey, fair would be fair. The real thing that seperates Lifestylers , is that they're out doing what the rest of us just sit on our couch and fantasize about. They're truly living out their American dreams.Who the hell are they?
The Lifestyles Organization (LSO, Ltd.) is a swingers' umbrella group based in Southern California. This is the organization's 28th annual convention. The Lifestyles folks readily admit they put on the convention with an enormous amount of help from the swing clubs all over the country.One such local area club is an amazing place in Fort Lauderdale, Florida called…Trapeze-a wild, on-premise swingers' establishment that co-sponsored the bawdy bash-and invited us along for the ride. Trapeze is an elegantly appointed, upscale club. It's definitely the classiest in the Fort Lauderdale area, and the most popular. It's the most famous one, too: About two years ago it was raided by the Broward County Sheriff's Office. But rather than take the bust lying down, Trapeze fought the case in court-and won.

Ever since, swinging's been going full-speed ahead in Florida, and Trapeze leads the pack.
If you squint your eyes while at the Vegas show, you could be at a convention for any industry. On the main floor is a sprawling exhibits area where companies trawl for customers from booths: a gauntlet of bright, smiling faces hand out flyers for informational seminars amid the usual controlled hum that accompanies indoor buiness people. But right about there is where the similarities between Lifestyle and every other convention end. The booths in the Lifestyles exhibits area are selling erotic lingerie, orgy vacations, and ass dildos. The Seminars have titles like "Sadist, Masochist, Dominant, Submissive: Are you one of us? ,"Still doing it after 60", "Tips and tricks for world class Fellatio", "Erotic Spanking: A multidimentional Perspective", as well one titled simply, "Disability." The main event contest is of the wt T-Shirt variety (sponsored by the Trapeze folks, who invited Cheri to sit on the judges' panel).

But the real reason everyone's come to Vegas is the upstairs hospitality suites, where pleasures of the fleash are traded like business cards. Of course, the biggest and best suite is hosted by Trapeze. Trapeze's owners clearly believe in Southern Hospitality with a twist…a very twisted twist. We know we're in for a treat when the first thing we see on entering the main room is a dude rigging a steel frame "gynecologist's sling" to an industrial-strength electric winch. The owner of Spin Doll Manufacturing is setting up, too.
Rick Van Thiel is a trim, elf-like gent. He markets a wide variety of weird and deviant techno-devices, including a special steel fitting and silicon sheath that turns a cordless hand drill into the mother of all vibrators.

But Rick set another, more fantastic device in the suite's back room.
His "Orgasmo" is a big black box with a removable latex cock on a steel shaft that vibrates and plunges with a variable 2" to 6" stroke. He places it in front of a tubular steel fuck-chair, and we soon witnessed it driving women wild.
Also present and ready to swing into action: Susan Bruce with her line of hand-blown glass dildos.
We watch as Susan, a recently retired stewardess, demonstrates her homemade meat-puppet on a blonde swinger, causing the flaxen floozie to double-clutch with delight, enjoying her extreme orgasm with a true hedonist's vigor.
Our plan is to have a sign posted outside the Trapeze suite letting people know we'll be shooting folks fucking for CHERI, then to ask individual couples if they want to be photographed. Frnkly, the plan seems dicey: it's one thing to orgy-out: it's another to allow your rutting to be recorded.
To our amazement, as the room fills up and the clothes come off, lots and lots of Lifestylers are perfectly willing to have us take snaps of them doing the nasty. These people are regular folks: they are also really, really nice. They're happy to be having a good dirty time, and happy to show the world what fun it is.
The only thing many people requested is that they not be identifiable, which is why we're showing more pussies and peckers than profile: more frontal nudity and fuckshots than faces. It's perfectly understandable of course. What soccer mom wants a picture of her suckin' three filthy cocks waved about at the next PTA meeting?

Because we went to such great pains to get model releases and ID's from every person in these pix, we also got to know a great deal about them. While we will never betray their trust, we think it's an enjoyable tease to tell you that somewhere in these shots there's an astrophysicist getting a rocket shoved in her pocket, a doctor jamming his joint into his best friend's wife, an investment broker watching his woman get mouth-and -cunt fucked, and a flight attendant lowering more than her tray while her hubby's face is buried up to the ears in another slut's snapper.
In several cases we devised simple yet effective means of diguising a women's identity. For instance, when one lovely lady asked to be photographed anonymously enjoying the Orgasmo, owner Rick Van Thiel obligingly climbed up on the chair and shoved his cock in her mouth, effectively protecting her anonymity with her drooping nutsack.

Either way, working a swing party is a true ball-out effort. The Lifestylers are a great group and we don't have a bad thing to say about them. But let's face it-this isn't some hippy love-in, this is a fuckfest, and whenever you get 6,000 horned-up people together, especially in loony Las Vegas, there's bound to be a bit of friction.
To a certain extent, the good will begins to unravel on Saturday night.
The Trapeze hospitality suite is on the 21st floor of the Tropicana along with several other such suites. Walking down the hall late that evening, a gaggle of six or seven young women hustle out of those suites, clearly upset. They are supporting a tall, slender blonde woman in her early 20's who is bawling hysterically.

The head of security of Trapeze's suite escorts them to the elevator. "If there's anything I can do to help…"he says, but the elevator door opens before he finishes, and off go the girls.
We head to the door of the orgy room, where a young gentleman in charge tells us exactly what has happened.
"She and her husband were in a group screw when the guy who was fucking her pulled off his rubber and raw-dicked her then busted his nut inside of her. She freaked out and her husband totally wants to kill the guy. Shit, he's still in there. He's rabid. People are holding him back.
And where is the offending male? Predictably, having finished, the secret squirter scooted off into the night like a dirty dog and is nowhere to be found.
Lucky for him. The rubberless offender has clearly violated a cardinal rule of swinging: Never take your condom off and cum inside someone. A gentleman in the Lifestyle may be pleased as punch to have the love of his life fucked by strangers, but nothing you could do could be so rude and uncouth as to unwrap your shlong and bareback his beloved.
For better or worse, the swinging scene is a true cross-section of society, both good and evil. Hell, being easy isn't easy-like in life, you've got to watch who you fuck with. So goes the Lifestyle…