My wife started the game a few years ago. We weren't going to make the big swinger club party for New Years Eve, so we made sure we attended a smaller house party on the week before Christmas. She got to talking with another woman about how to break the ice and meet new people, and suddenly she invented a new game.

She put five types of wrapped hard candies in a bag, and each of the women chose one. She put the same five types in the bag again, and each of the men chose one. Couples were formed by matching candies, and we all made new friends. For some reason, my wife decided to call the game 'Five Golden Rings', and it stuck.

The next year, at the same house, the hostess got involved, and then there were nine couples that wanted to play. My wife changed the name to "Nine Ladies Dancing", and she wrote down nine different dance styles on slips of paper. Once again, couples were formed by matching, and we all made new friends.

People certainly must have enjoyed the game, because this year, all of the couples wanted to play. The hostess changed the name of the game to "The Twelve Days of Swinging", and she changed the rules a bit. First, the women drew numbers for the days. Then the hostess sorted the hearts out of a deck of cards and dealt them to the men to determine an order. Finally, the men rolled a twelve-sided dice to get matched to a woman. The final rule was that if a duplicate number was rolled, the man was matched to the woman with the next available higher number, with twelve rolling back to one.

It all seemed way too complicated, but we were all looking forward to making new friends, and the picking began. I was momentarily happy when the hostess dealt me the King of Hearts. I thought I should go first, but I was wrong. The dice rolling started with the guy holding the Ace.

He rolled a three. I thought it was apropos that our friend Amanda had pulled the three, because whenever she and I would play, I found her to be quite responsive, and it was easy to make her orgasm. I had to take care, though, because no matter what pleasures I may or may not have taken, after three intense orgasms, she was ready to move on to a new partner. I smiled and hoped I would find her later in the evening.

I figured the king would come after the ace, but the hostess handed the dice to the guy with the Two of Hearts. Suddenly, I wasn't sure I liked how things were going to add up.

The second guy rolled an eight. Once again, I had to chuckle, because our friend Tanya held the eight. If there was any maids present that should be a-milking, it was her. Her breasts were huge, and her favorite position was to be on top with her breasts hanging in the man's face. I had learned that I needed to be careful not to nibble too hard, but she would have huge orgasms when I properly worshiped her succulent flesh.

The third guy was rolling before my brain registered a mathematical complaint. I held up my card and gave the hostess a questioning look. The king was going to be number thirteen in a game of twelve women, and I wasn't sure I liked the odds.

The hostess gave me a smile, and she quickly informed everyone that she had forgotten to mention a rule. In the case that one of the men matched numbers with his spouse, a substitution would be made, starting with the holder of the king. Now that I at least had a chance, I started paying attention again.

I missed a couple of quick rolls, and the partridge, the rings and the drummers were all taken away. My wife had been the Five Golden Rings, which was perfect, given the history of the game.

The next guy rolled an eleven and was matched with a woman who was aptly named Piper.

I had really hoped to meet up with her again. She and I had only played together once, and it accidentally ended up being very one-sided. At the start of our encounter, she had asked if I was willing to go down on her. Apparently, that was something she craved, but that her husband would not do for her. I had decided to show off my skills, and several orgasms for her later, she needed us to stop for a bit. Suddenly, she heard her phone ringing, and she said it was important that she answer it.

The call ended up being a minor emergency with her kids, and so she and her husband quickly packed up and left. She was very apologetic, and I was firm in stating that her family was more important for her than my hard dick. She promised to make it up to me, and this was the first time we had met again. I hoped that the guy who rolled her number was as happy to give her what she desired as I had been.

The doves, the calling birds, and the swans all paired up and left, and I was starting to worry about my odds again. With only three women left, the next guy, the host of the party, rolled a ten.

Nancy was probably the biggest mix-up of naming ever. She rarely played, and I doubt that she had been a-leaping with more than a couple of "Lords" in all of the time that I had known her. She was friendly enough, but she turned down all offers.

On the other hand, my wife loved to play with Nancy's husband, and Nancy seemed to enjoy watching the two of them go at it. Nancy was also pleased that I was content to sit with her and watch without trying to force any unwanted attention. I hoped the host had better luck with her than I did.

As the two of them walked away, I suddenly realized that my odds had drastically improved. There were two men left, and the two women that were left were their spouses. If the next guy rolled anything other than a seven, eight or nine, he would get paired with his spouse, and the substitution would happen.

The die hit the table, and I was elated to see that it landed on a six! Before I could say anything, though, the guy totally cheated. He snatched up the die and announced it had been a nine! I was too shocked to say anything, and before I could register a protest, both couples had exchanged partners, and they were gone.

For the longest three seconds, I stared after them, but to no avail. I barely paid attention as the hostess gathered up the other cards and then took my card away from me.

"Hey, wanna know something funny," she asked as she made a show of shuffling the hearts back into the whole deck. As I turned to stare at her, she lifted the top card, revealing the King of Hearts.

"My husband thinks he needs me to follow one rule," she stated as she cut, folded, and re-stacked the cards. She turned up the top card, and once again, it was the king.

"He doesn't want me to pursue any other guys, although if a guy comes to me, I'm allowed to say 'yes' if I want," she continued.

"I have noticed how respectful you are towards the women at these parties," she stated, "and somehow that respect seems to have kept you from ever approaching me. Hasn't it?" She was smiling as she asked. At the same time she handed me the cards, and her eyes directed me to shuffle them and set them on the table. Once again, the top card was the king.

"I keep hearing good things about you, and yet you never seem to ask," she stated. She bridge shuffled the cards, and as they snapped down into a clean stack, one card flew out and landed on the table. She turned it over, and there was the king. She placed it face down on the top of the deck.

"I can't believe my subterfuge was almost ruined when he rolled that six," she said with a teasing smile. At the same time, she cleanly cut the deck, setting the top half down and moving the bottom half on top, and then turning up the king yet again.

"Lucky for you that he lied," she teased, but then with a look, she asked, "Or was that lucky for me? So, are you going to ask me to dance, or what?"