Swingers Club
I’d been feeling restless since this morning, and I knew I was going to need to really give it a good workout today. I couldn’t concentrate on anything. I tried to think about all sorts of things, but my thoughts always ended up on sex. “I can’t go on like this—I have to get off!” I thought to myself, and pulled out my vibrator to give it a good going-over. I really gave myself a good ride and hoped I’d finally calm down and be able to focus on everyday things. But the opposite was true! Those few orgasms only intensified my desire for a man. Now I felt like I could even ride a broom. I reached for my phone and called my partner to ask when he’d be back. Unfortunately, I found out it wouldn’t be until late afternoon. Oh man! I had to think of some work to take my mind off my perverted thoughts. But no matter what I did, I saw a dick or a wet pussy in everything. It was clear to me that if I didn’t have a good fuck with a guy, I wouldn’t make it. But wait until the afternoon? The thought was horrifying! Then a saving idea struck me. I grabbed my phone and texted my lover to ask if he’d like to spice up his morning and stop by for a bit. His reply came quickly—he’d love to get laid and would be there in twenty minutes.
I quickly went to take a shower and get changed. Just as I was slipping on my pumps with 12-centimeter stiletto heels and fastening my lace garters, the doorbell rang. I quickly pulled my mini-skirt down to my butt so the hem of my panties would peek out, and went to open the door, all excited. I wanted to come across as the biggest slut! “Hi, I got here as fast as I could!” he said from the doorway. I’d intended to offer him a snack, but when I noticed his pants, I grabbed him and dragged him straight to the bed, telling him I’d give it to him right away. There was only one thing on my mind: “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I pulled my panties down to my ankles, bent over the bed, and spread my cheeks. “Shove it in there and fuck your slut!” I told him crudely, because he really liked that. He didn’t wait a second—he took off his pants, stood behind me, and was already fucking me. That was exactly what I needed—to feel that hot cock inside me! I thrust back at him, thinking my pussy was going to burst open. We came together, and I was shaking as if it were my first time. I stood there while his cum dripped out of me onto the floor. I was finally satisfied and started craving something other than sex. We sprawled out on the couch and relaxed with a cup of good coffee. After a little while, we said goodbye, and I could finally get back to the work I’d left unfinished—which, actually, I hadn’t even started yet.
When my partner came home that afternoon, we were thinking about what to do that evening. “How about we go out somewhere?” he suggested. “I’m not against it, but where?” I asked. “Well, I was thinking we could go have some fun. What do you say?” he asked mischievously. “How about going to a swingers’ club!” “Well, I’ve already had sex today, but why not,” I agreed, and my little hole started to stir again. “All right, it’s a deal,” he said, picking up the phone to arrange a visit to the club. “All set—we’re heading out around eight!” he announced excitedly.
There was a pleasant atmosphere in the club, dance music was playing, and everything had such an erotic vibe. I felt right at home there. There were about six couples and a few horny singles looking for company for the evening. We ordered drinks and took a look around. After a few shots, our nerves settled, and we started having fun. I realized right away that there was no point in sitting there prim and proper, so I made myself comfortable and offered the men sitting nearby a glimpse into my lap of pleasure, which was still covered by white panties glowing in the ultraviolet light. Set against my black miniskirt, it was impossible to miss. I immediately noticed a few insatiable stares, which provoked me to take off my miniskirt and blouse. I was left wearing only panties and a thong, like a hooker waiting for her client. But it didn’t fail to have an effect, and within moments I had a suitor interested in my little self right next to me, and across from us sat a nice couple who were also scantily clad. We had a great time, flirting with each other and swapping seats. One of the guys sitting with us asked if I’d like to go dance with him. I asked my partner if he had any objections, and we headed out to let loose on the dance floor. We were dancing body to body, and he kept rubbing against my erect nipples. It turned me on quite a bit, so I pressed myself even closer to him and watched out of the corner of my eye as my partner took advantage of my absence to kiss the wife of the couple sitting across from us. When our eyes met, I signaled to him that I wanted that too; I parted my lips slightly and ran my tongue between my teeth. But my gesture was misunderstood, and instead of my partner, my dance partner took the hint and kissed me on the lips. In the heat of the dance and the excitement, I passionately returned his kiss. When he saw that I had no objections and was willing to play along, he slipped his tongue in and slid his hand under my panties. Not to be outdone, I slipped mine in too and gently pressed against his fingers, trying to guide them between my labia so he could play with my little hole. After a moment, he pulled his hand out, licked his sticky fingers, and asked if I’d mind going to a room together. He wasn’t exactly my type, but I wanted to enjoy the evening, so I didn’t object—because I thought we were all going together.
When we finished dancing and sat down, I relayed his suggestion to the whole group. I felt like no one was paying attention to me. My partner and that other guy were making out with his wife, who was already naked and oblivious to what was going on around her. “Heyyyyy, why don’t we go up to the room together?” I asked one more time. Still nothing! “You know what, let’s go,” I grabbed my dance partner by the hand and dragged him upstairs. “Maybe when they realize we’re gone, they’ll come looking for us,” I thought to myself. On the way up to the room, I reminisced about the years when I used to lead customers like this in the club. “Oh well, at least I’ll get to reminisce about the old days,” flashed through my mind. We were fucking, and all the while I was wondering what they were probably doing down there. I was turned on by the idea that my partner was banging his wife down there. When my dance partner came, I couldn’t stand the tension anymore and ran downstairs for a drink. My partner didn’t even notice I was downstairs because his head was between her legs and he was licking her pussy. I leaned toward him and whispered in his ear, “We’re in room two.” I went back to the room, sat down on the bed, and hoped they’d be there any minute. “So, want to go for another round?” he asked. “Whatever you want,” I replied and lay down on my back so he could do whatever he wanted. He grabbed my ankles, spread my legs wide, and started fucking me again.
I was holding him still when suddenly the door opened. “Ah, there you are!” echoed through the room. That’s when I perked up! “Finally! That took you long enough!” I stammered, because my dance partner was pounding into me like crazy. My partner leaned toward me from the side and kissed me. When I smelled how beautifully his whole mouth smelled of pussy, I pulled away from the dance partner and started making out passionately with my partner. “I saw you licking her. It was beautiful and hot,” I remarked between licks on his lips, feeling how that image was driving me wild. While I couldn’t get enough of my partner’s fragrant lips, someone was pleasuring me through my ass and sticking their tongue in there. By then, my dancer had finished with my new girlfriend, said goodbye, and headed down to the bar. She didn’t waste any time—she gently tilted my head aside, knelt straddling my partner’s face, and let him lick her. I moved down and gave him a blowjob while her husband fucked me from behind. After a while, my girlfriend and I switched positions and lay on our backs side by side on the bed. We each took our own partner, and we fucked beautifully right next to each other. “Switch places—I want to see you fuck her,” I told my partner. The guys exchanged a glance and switched places. He pulled it out of me—completely wet—and slid it right into her. Her husband was really enjoying himself with me, too! He made long, slow thrusts, and at the end of each one, I’d push back against him so I could feel him as deep as possible. All the while, I watched my partner beautifully pounding his wife while licking her nipples. I was in such a state of ecstasy that I didn’t even notice my lips were almost touching my friend’s cheek. In the heat of the moment, I took the plunge and kissed her on the cheek. I was worried about her reaction, but she pleasantly surprised me when she returned the kiss. She moved her head even closer to me and started kissing me with her tongue. By then, I was dripping wet, and it was clear that our partners were really enjoying it, too. They started fucking us more intensely, and we kissed like crazy. We were so caught up in each other that we didn’t even notice the guys had already come inside us. We snuggled up to each other and continued on our own.
Meanwhile, our partners had gathered themselves and gone to get a drink. As soon as the door closed behind them, we rolled onto top of each other and started licking each other. We teased each other’s clits and licked our guys’ cum out of each other’s holes. It turned me on so much to lick my partner’s load out of her pussy. I thrust my tongue deep into her hole to lick out as much as possible. She dipped a finger in her pussy, shoved it into my ass, and played with my hole. She teased my ass so deeply that I couldn’t hold it in and peed all over her face. Finally, we sat facing each other with our legs spread, pressed our sticky pussies together, and rubbed our labia against each other. We both helped each other out by fingering our clits. Our pussies were dripping all the way onto the sheet. Then came a shared, explosive orgasm, and our sweaty bodies trembled uncontrollably! As the orgasm faded, we kissed for a while longer, and as the icing on the cake, we peed on each other. Pleasantly exhausted, we took a shower together and headed over to the bar to join our guys.
Downstairs, it was pretty quiet—most people were in their rooms, and one couple was getting it on on a bar stool. We sat down with our partners and chatted about our little shag session. We sipped our drinks and didn’t want to leave. Then my partner suggested we continue at our place. The suggestion was unanimously accepted, and a taxi was called. It was already clear on the way there that we’d made the right decision, because my friend’s husband was fingering me the whole time in the back seat. I had to really control myself so the taxi driver wouldn’t kick us out halfway there.
When we got home, we poured ourselves some drinks, turned on some music, and kept flirting with each other. My friend stood up and started doing a striptease. “This is off to a great start,” I thought to myself, and joined her. We went down on each other and undressed while the guys watched us from the couch with their dicks in their hands. They were quite a sight! I couldn’t take it anymore and went to take turns giving them blowjobs. Well, it was clear that the late hour and the alcohol were already taking their toll. But that didn’t matter at all, because the mood was great and we all felt relaxed and at ease. When my friend finished dancing, she collapsed naked onto the bed and started masturbating. My partner took notice and went over to help her out with his tongue. Meanwhile, I was giving her husband a blowjob. “Hold on a sec, I’m going to take a piss,” I said with my mouth full and ran off to the bathroom. I left the door open, sat down on the toilet, and got ready to pee. Just as I let it out in a full stream, my friend appeared in front of me, stuck his hand under me, and let me pee on it. Hot droplets bounced off his hand and splashed onto my ass. Then he jerked off his cock with that wet hand and shoved it into my mouth. Everything was so relaxed and spontaneous. From the room, I could hear my friend moaning passionately beneath my partner. “Should we go join them?” I tried to ask with my mouth full. “No, turn around—let’s fuck right here!” he replied. I didn’t argue and bent over the bowl for him. He rubbed himself against my piss-soaked lips, slid into my pussy, and fucked me beautifully. I remembered the morning with my lover, the fuck with the dancer when I played the slut for him, and the cute lesbian experience with my friend, and I screamed, “Splash my unfaithful cunt!” I pressed myself against him and could already feel him filling my hole. I didn’t want to let him out of me just yet, so I let him release himself beautifully inside my pussy. Finally, I pulled back so he could slowly slide out. It was quiet in the next room, too. When we got back, my friend was lying on the bed; my partner’s cum glistened on her stomach in the candlelight, and you could tell she was slowly drifting off to sleep from exhaustion. I couldn’t resist—I went over to her, licked the cum off her stomach, and finished by giving her pussy a long kiss. That woke her up, and we went to sit with the guys, each of us with our own partner. We chatted for a while longer about our evening together and agreed that we’d definitely do it again. Our new friends slowly got dressed and headed home. And so ended a wonderful day with an experience at the swingers club.
