(Authors note: This is based on a true story our heroine told me in the chat room but enough is made up to call it fiction.)

“That would be fun, wouldn’t it. But do you think Mark would go along?” Paul asked.

“No, no, it’s just a fantasy.”

A few moments of naked cuddling passed.

“Did you and Mark ever talk about swinging?” Paul asked.

“No. He’s so straight.”

More moments passed. We were kissing deeply and Paul’s hand was gently rubbing my very sloppy pussy. His cock was in my hand.

“Didn’t I read about people complaining about some sort of swinging club near the border?” he asked.

“I don’t know.”

Paul pushed me down so I was laying across the bed. He climbed between my legs and started vigorously eating me. He never seems to mind when I am a mess like that.

When I started to cum for the nth time that night, he mounted me. I love how hard he works when he’s thrusting away inside me. And after a couple rounds it takes him a lot longer to finish. So he often will take a pause with his hard cock at rest inside me. This night – it was a Wednesday – he stopped, and after catching his breath horse-whispered, “Maybe we should check them out.”

“Who?”

“That club place.”

“Oh. … He, he.”

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That Friday, after talking to Mark on the phone, I drove over to the mall parking lot and got into Paul’s car. We drove for 45 minutes to an old house that was obviously out of place in an industrial area. We parked around back and sat in the front seat for a few minutes playing with each other’s bodies. When we got out of the car, loud music hit our ears.

We went to the door and paid our entrance fee, which went to keep the bar free and maintain the place. A married couple realized we looked lost and introduced themselves. Marty and Eric. They led us to a bank of lockers that must have been salvaged from a school. Now we knew why the web site had encouraged us to bring combination locks. Eric and Marty both had cheap looking satiny robes on and there were robes in our lockers, too.

Eric was behind me running his hands all over my chest and reaching under my skirt. Marty was pressing her tits against Paul’s back and rubbing his cock thru his pants. I could tell he was still hard after our dilly-dally in the car. “Ooooh,” she murmured and began to undress him.

Eric wasted no time with my clothes either. His cock was hard against my back as he reached under my skirt and slid off my panties. I wriggled them down the rest of the way as I slipped out of my shoes. His cock was hard against my back. He un-clipped my bra and caressed my breasts under my shirt as he kissed my neck.

Then without much ado, we were both naked. Paul’s cock was sticking straight out. Eric had somehow managed to contain his in his robe. Paul and I re-opened the lockers and put on the robes that were hanging in there. I tried not to be obvious when I looked mine over and saw it was clean before I put it on. We hung our clothes in there as best we could and locked up.

I guess I wasn’t sure whether the fucking would start right there, but Eric and Marty led us to what must have been the living room. People were dancing with and without their robes on. Couples on the sofas were doing what people do on sofas. We passed through there with a few cheers for the new couple and down the hall toward the bedrooms. A small table had a bowl of condoms. Paul and Eric helped themselves.

Marty found an unoccupied bedroom. It was painted red and a TV was playing a sex CD. There was a small love seat and a king sized bed. “OK if we turn that off, ” Marty asked. We agreed. Eric and Marty motioned us to sit on the sofa and knelt between our legs. Eric tugged on my legs until my butt was on the edge of the seat. My robe fell open and I bent over to start kissing him. Our tongues played with each other and his hands were gently twiddling my nipples. Marty had Paul’s cock in her mouth and had taken it really deep.

I started to moan when Eric took my breasts one at a time in his mouth while his hand rubbed first my tummy, then my thighs and then my pussy lips. As he pressed between my lips and found my little bump, I cried out – not too loudly I hope. My hips started rocking when two fingers penetrated my vagina. He did one of my favorite things while he was fingering me – he started licking my clit. Oh my god!!!!

Paul and Marty were already on the bed when we decided to go there. She was writhing on her back and he was licking away at her pussy. I laid on my back and Eric stood next to the bed where I could take his cock in my mouth. He rubbed my pussy while I brought him almost to the point of cumming. “Fuck me. Fuck me now,” I said. Eric grabbed one of the condoms and opened it. I helped him unwrap it over his penis with my mouth. Paul and Eric climbed on top of us girls at the same time. Marty’s knees and mine collided as we both opened up our legs as wide as they could go. We giggled as the boys entered us.

I looked over at Paul and we exchanged the silliest of grins before the passion of the moment took over. Eric’s thrusting soon led us both to orgasms and Paul and Marty only lasted a few moments longer. The boys collapsed on top of us and kissed and caressed for a few minutes.

When it was over, we took advantage of the box of HandiWipes and the trash can, which had evidence that we weren’t first in that room that night. The evening had just begun.

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Paul and I put on our robes and wandered out into what was probably the family room. People were dancing in various degrees of robed and unrobed. The music was slow so there weren’t a lot of flying body parts. A couple paired up with us and we began dancing with our opposites. Charlie and I introduced ourselves and wrapped our arms around each other as we swayed back and forth to the music. While we may have started out in a more formal position, we were soon pressed tightly together. I could feel his breath against my ear and I rested my chin in the crook of his neck.

“Your wife?” I asked, nodding toward Paul’s new date as they drifted away.

“Ha ha, no. That’s Lily’s husband over there. Your guy?”

“We’re having an affair, hehe.” But I quickly lost track of Paul and his new girl.

It wasn’t the first time I ever had a man’s or boy’s erection pressed against my belly on the dance floor, so I wasn’t surprised to feel a bulge in Charlie’s robe. Our dancing turned to grinding. Charlie had both hands on my butt cheeks forcing us tightly together. I was doing the same to him. The silky cloth of the robes made our rubbing feel so smooth. I could stand on my tiptoes and rub my pubic bone against his hard shaft. It felt good for both of us. I was aroused and wet again.

Well, I had to look. I reached down and untied his robe. A nice sized uncircumcised penis emerged and I took it in my hand. Charlie untied my robe and told me how beautiful my boobs are. We each wrapped on arm around the other’s back and pressed our exposed bodies together again. Sandwiched between us, Charlie’s free hand slid up to my breasts and started massaging with his fingers. My hand was flat against his erection stroking away. I stood on tiptoes again and the back of my hand gave me pleasure there too.

But I wanted a stronger sensation, so I took his cock and put it between my legs. I was all wet down there and his shaft slid easily back and forth between my thighs. And with each stroke, it seemed like my lips parted a bit more until the top of his shaft was rubbing on my little bump. I was moaning quietly, and so was he.

“Do you think maybe it’t time to take out a condom?”

“Not yet,” he said and I realized we had “danced” our way over to a half-unoccupied sofa. He slid my robe off and dropped his to the floor. Then he sat me on the edge of the cushion. I could tell there was a layer of plastic underneath the slipcover and chucked a bit. Well there I was, legs apart, totally exposed to the crowd. Several of the guys and also women checked me out as Charlie knelt between my legs. I’d been shaving where it counts for years and kept a bit of decoration out front.

Charlie started kissing my toes – all ten of them – god that made me hot. Then he sucked on my ankle bones but his eyes were focused on my pussy. I couldn’t help myself and started rubbing there. He pushed my legs up so he could kiss my calves. Then he put my legs down and licked all around my kneecaps. He pushed my legs even further apart and began licking inside my thighs.

“You have a beautiful cunt,” he said. I don’t like the word cunt, but I let it pass and smiled at him. Besides he started licking in the cracks on either side of my pussy. I’m so sensitive there! And then he gave me a break as he licked my bushy area.

Charlie was licking the outside part of my pussy lips. Then his mouth wrapped totally around my pussy and I could feel his tongue keep playing on my lips. As he pushed it in further, it reached my clit. At the same time, two fingers found their way into my vagina. Stroking, licking, stroking, licking, stroking, i could feel a rip-roaring orgasm mounting and I wanted to hold off.

“Stop. Stop,” I said and helped him stand up. His cock had dried off since he’d had it between my legs, but I could still taste myself as I took it in my mouth. It wasn’t the best oral sex I’d ever given a man, but that wasn’t the point anyway. I do use my tongue a lot when I have a cock in my mouth.

I’m sure Charlie must have had condoms in his robe but that was on the floor and there were a few on the end table next to me. So while my mouth was sliding down and up on his penis, I unwrapped one of them and figured out the right side to put on his tip. I rolled it down until it couldn’t go any further and took his cock in my mouth again. A burst of fake strawberry flavor filled my mouth – I hadn’t looked at the package. But I gave him a few more strokes and eventually said, “Now.”

I laid back on the sofa with my legs apart and my pussy begging. Several men were standing nearby, watching and masturbating like they’d never seen a girl in that position at the club before. Charlie used his cock to tease my clit and even my asshole.Then he pushed it in. Oh god, I needed that. His strokes were deep and powerful. He squeezed my boobs and played with my nipples while we fucked. My hips rocked up against his thrusts. After all that we had done, I was surprised how long it went on. My own rubbing added to the pleasure and I was having that orgasm well before he finished. Charlie was a good lover and I kinda wished we didn’t have to use that condom.

“That was wonderful,” he said as his fading erection popped out. He kissed me and went over to a another box of HandiWipes.

I was about to get up and put on my robe when one of the masturbating guys held up a condom and said, “May I?”

I was taken aback, but what the heck. I smile at him and he took that to be a yes. I realized I was getting dry, which often happens after after a good orgasm, but the club provided. There was a pump bottle of lubricant on the end table and I put some on my fingers. The new man watched as I rubbed it between my lips and pushed some inside.

There wasn’t any foreplay this time, which was fine with me. He fucked me on my back while. Then I turned around and got on my knees with my elbows propping me up on the back of the sofa. It was a bit awkward as my face was against the wall. But no matter! He actually did lick me this time and then came a burst of deep orgasm inducing fucking until we both came and he pulled out.

Then another man wanted a turn. He wanted to eat me first, which I did like. And before he put the condom on, he had me return the favor. I was still on my knees and he stood beside the arm of the sofa. I could taste another woman’s juices on his organ. I wasn’t as highly aroused, but when the time came, it felt good having his penis plunge in and out of my vagina.

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I put on my robe and went to the bathroom to pee. A man wanted to watch! Well, what the heck. so i wandered over to the shower stall and stood with my robe open and my legs apart. I couldn’t help but remember when I did that for my brother while I was still a virgin. He masturbated while I peed. “We don’t allow water sports, here,” he said, “It’s too bad. He he.” That was very definitely fine with me,

In the kitchen, I poured a glass of wine. A tall man came up behind me and whispered, “I was watching you. You are a beautiful woman,” which I took to mean, “Can we fuck?”

He reached around and through my robe started playing with my breasts.Then one hand wandered down and began rubbing my pussy through the silky cloth. When his hands worked inside my robe he realized I was dry again. He noticed too, but he took advantage of another bottle of lubricant to take care of me. He wasn’t as precise as I would have been. The outside of my pussy got totally lubricated as he found the crack between my lips. Then he took another dollop and forced his fingers inside. Then a third dollop which i wasn’t expecting went around and into my asshole. “I hope you’ll let me go there, too,” he asked. I assented.

So I dropped my robe and leaned over the counter. He fucked my pussy for a while. It was actually getting sore, so I was happy when I felt his cock pressing into my rear. I relaxed as best I could – he was big – and had the satisfying sensation of his organ spreading my opening wide. I’ve never figured out why that feels so good.

When he finished, I was spent. Actually I was probably spent before he showed up. I went looking for Paul. I found him laying on the carpet with two women. A plump one bouncing up and down on his erection and a scrawny one sitting on his face. It was only because of a mole that I even knew who he was under all that flesh.

On the way back to the mall parking lot we shared our stories about the night’s adventure and laughed a lot. But we never went back.

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