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The swinger’s club! - Part 1

Writer’s note: So I had all sorts of concerns when I started writing this but my husband said ‘just put a writer’s note and then do it your way!’ so here it goes. I did try to follow some of his formatting.

I’m sorry it’s SO LONG but I wanted to get as much in as I could. I separated it into two parts so I didn’t get too long winded LOL.

This is about the couple who my husband had bisexual sex with taking me to the swinger’s club for the first time. It happened about 2 months after I hooked up with the wife at the party, but was about a year or so? before I started dating my husband.

I SUCK at remembering conversations like hubby does LOL. I’m more of an activity details person but I’m going to give it my best shot. Hope you guys enjoy :)

I was nervous, excited, and horny which is a shit combination and an amazing one all at once. I had spoken to my friend on-and-off in the days leading up to the night but that was pretty stupid because she had never been herself, but she was supportive I guess?

I remember texting her the afternoon leading up to it and it went something like this:

Me - ‘Hey, I’m really fucking nervous and scared but I’m also like, really horny and can’t stop being wet? I’m so confused.’ Her - ‘They gave you too much time to think about this LOL’ Her - ‘How many times have you masturbated today?’ Me - ‘Like three! I’m thinking about doing it again! But it won’t stop, I just need more.’ Her - ‘You need to stop overthinking all of this, you’re going to keep yourself from having fun!’ Me - ‘But what if someone finds out?’ Her - ‘And? You’re a gorgeous woman who wanted to have some safe fun. Who cares?’ Her - ‘And don’t these places have strict rules about that, anyway?’ Me - ‘I guess, I don’t know why I ask you about it you’ve never been.’ Her - ‘Quit being COMBATIVE. Stop. You’re letting yourself get too worked up and this hasn’t even started.’ Me - ‘You’re right. They did tell me I can just go and watch, I don’t have to participate.’ Her - ‘But we both know you will! Now make yourself cum again and CHILL OUT.’ Me - ‘OK.’

She was right and I knew she was right all of the doubts were in my head but my body wanted dick and I knew I would probably have plenty of opportunity for that, which meant my head was going to do everything it could to sabotage it LOL. I pulled out my favorite vibrator and started watching group sex again. One of my favorite scenes - a thick woman with large breasts taking on three thick cocks while her friend filmed it.

My friend and I always talked about doing it but I could never pull the trigger. Either way when the guy inside her started to cum it was always a guaranteed orgasm for me and this time was no different, then I slipped off to sleep.

I woke up feeling refreshed and less anxious which was nice but that all sank away when I looked at the time and realized I had slept just 30 fucking minutes.

Thankfully there was a text from the wife.

Her - ‘How are you?’ Me - ‘NOT GOOD. LOL’ Me - ‘I’ve been nervous, scared, and wet all day. I DONT KNOW WHAT TO FUCKING DO LMAO’ Her - ‘Yeah that sounds about right. Why don’t you come over for a drink? Calm your nerves?’ Me - ‘What about your husband?’ Her - ‘Not here, I’ll explain when you get here. Just wear whatever but bring what you need to get ready.’ Me - ‘Can I shower there? It’s still so early.’ Her - ‘I had hoped you would (smirking face).’ Me - ‘Oh.’

She didn’t say anything back and her confidence turned me on but it was also frustrating. I just didn’t understand how someone could be so sexually free and slutty but also command such confidence and operate easily like a normal human being.

I guess I had a lot to learn but I sighed and started packing an overnight bag, after I threw on a t-shirt and a pair of jeans and went out the door. It was a weird feeling locking up the house, I felt like a different person but it’s hard to explain.

The ride came and went and I was so fucking nervous I couldn’t focus on anything but not getting in a car accident LOL. I pulled up to her house where I had been several times in the past months to visit or hook up with her, got out, and knocked on the door.

She opened it completely fucking naked.

Me - ‘Oh hey...’ Her (with a knowing smile) - ‘C’mon in.’

I walked inside and she closed the door.

Her - ‘Let’s get your stuff into our room, and we’ll have a drink.’ Me - ‘Your husband?’ Her - ‘Oh, he’s with his buddy playing a few rounds. Not to worry, they know to get ready as his place, I already texted him.’ Me - ‘They?’ Her - ‘Yes, you’ll be his ‘wife’ this evening so he can get in. Solo guys aren’t allowed unless they put down a significant amount of cash and are on an exclusive list.’ Me - ‘Oh, his... wife?’ Her (smirking) - ‘Don’t worry, it’s for show. He already has someone he’s meeting there. Some nonsense deal, I don’t know the details, but he needed a way in.’ Me - ‘Oh...’ Her (curious) - ‘Disappointed?’ Me (pouting) - ‘I hate to say it but I need dick. Like, REALLY fucking need it.’ Her - ‘Oh girl, there will be plenty tonight! I’ll do my best to get you off your high over the next little bit, but don’t worry - if you want to fuck it will be available.’

I relented and set my stuff down on her bed. She had left but came back with a glass full of ice and some kind of drink.

Her - ‘Here.’

It was a rum and diet coke, my favorite. She started to take off my shoes and jeans.

Me - ‘What?’ Her - ‘C’mon, we have about 2 hours before we have to get ready and you need to take that edge off.’ Me - ‘Well this will definitely do that.’ Her (with confidence and a laugh) - ‘And we all know how you get, so let’s drop the act.’

I almost hated how well she had gotten to know me in just a few months time but it was SO FUCKING TRUE. One drink and if you were near me and wanted to get laid it was going to happen. I like to say that I suffer from ‘alcohorism.’

Two drinks and anything goes.

Three and I was going to talk a bunch of sexy shit and then pass out LOL.

I took another big drink and I will let y’all know that the conversation up to this point is pretty close to what happened as I remember it, but I don’t remember much talking over the next two hours (although we did) I just remember that first she put my drink down and pushed me on the bed and fingered me and licked my clit until I came, then she put a plug in my ass and fucked me with a strap on. So just know that the conversation/interaction below is PROBABLY how it went but may not be exact because I was very horny but also somewhat drunk.

She was good because she had learned me so well and knew exactly how and where to finger me and her tongue was fucking magical. The steady manipulations inside me was just too much.

Me - ‘You’re going to make me cum.’ Her - ‘Yes baby girl, do it. You need to relax.’

She put her lips around my clit and sucked and that was it, explosion time. I screamed out and started pushing juices all over her face.

Her (talking to me like I’m a baby) - ‘Yes, did that feel good?’ Me (distant) - ‘Fuck yes, I need more.’ Her - ‘Turn over, let’s see what we can do here.’

I shifted onto all fours without question and stuck my ass in the air. I heard a drawer open and then felt a few things fall to the bed beside me. I looked over to see a strap on, she had already picked up everything else.

Me - ‘Please, please fuck me.’ Her - ‘Soon, pet. First we need to get you filled up, push you over the edge so the next time you cum you’ll be good.’ Me - ‘What do you...’

I remember being cut off here because I felt the lube touch my ass. Again, I HATE how much this woman knew me in such a short amount of time but when I’m sober the ass is off limits. Drinking? I want it in the ass first.

She started to finger my ass and I moaned.

Her - ‘You’re such a good little slut, now get ready because here comes your plug.’

I remember feeling it enter and it felt AMAZING. It was the perfect size and spread my asshole just right so of course, I moaned.

Her - ‘Such a good girl, that ass swallowed it perfectly. Now, let’s get this on.’ Me - ‘Please, please fuck me with it.’ Her - ‘Oh, I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to fuck you hard.’

She wasn’t lying. She put it on quickly, grabbed my hips, lubed it up, and shoved it in. This woman was so FUCKING good she knew what a good size dick was for me after we had played with a few of her dildos, and she was hitting EVERY spot. I started to scream after a huge orgasm almost split me in fucking two.

I passed out, hard.

She woke me up gently, I found out I had been asleep a little over an hour.

Her - ‘Hey, how are you feeling?’ Me - ‘I need some water, and more dick.’ Her (smiling) - ‘So insatiable. Well don’t worry honey, it’s time to get ready and we’re going to go meet our cocks and then head to the club.’ Me (smiling) - ‘Finally.’

I put up my hair up because I just had it done and hopped in the shower. My pussy was still soaked but the nervousness started to creep back in.

Me (yelling out of the shower) - ‘Hey, I drank my water. Can I get another rum and diet?’ Her (from the bedroom) - ‘Sure honey, one sec.’

I hopped out of the shower and she brought me the drink. I took a look at her and she was fucking stunning: she was wearing a black dress with a huge plunge, almost to her belly button, but also a slit up the side. My dress was similar because, surprise, she had picked it out LOL.

Me (gawking) - ‘Doesn’t leave much to the imagination.’ Her (smirking) - ‘Isn’t that the point?’ Me (surprised) - ‘Wait, are you wearing a bra or underwear?’ Her (confident) - ‘No. Again - what’s the point?’

While she had a point I started to drink faster because this was way outside my fucking comfort zone up until this point. I went through my full routine, lotion, perfume, everything, because I wanted it to be perfect then put on my makeup and my dress. My hands shook while I went about my business even after the drinking.

Then she walked in with two plugs.

Me - ‘What are those for?’ Her - ‘One for me, one for you.’ Me - ‘But aren’t we riding down first? Can you wear those in?’ Her - ‘It’s to keep you in the mood, me too. And yes, we can.’ Her - ‘Besides, we over did it with the second round, I should have stopped but you know how I get with you.’ Me (blushing) - ‘Yeah, I do.’

I bent over the bed and lifted my dress and let me tell you, not wearing underwear is kind of nice. I felt really fucking sexy and very free - probably some of the alcohol talking LOL - then I again felt the lube and the plug enter me.

Her - ‘Beautiful. Now do me.’

I came to realize that the whole time I’d been at her house we hadn’t once focused on her and I wasn’t sure why, that definitely wasn’t our normal play routine but maybe she had a reason I thought.

She was so sexy, so thick but also fit and her ass was so cute. I lubed a finger and put it in and listening to her moan started pushing me into subspace but also made me feel powerful. I took it out, lubed the plug, and put it in and holy fuck it was so sexy watching her ass just swallow it.

I went to go eat her and she stopped me.

Her - ‘Oh no no, not yet. I’m still trying to get back into a good place after I let those two fuck me this morning before golf.’ Me (now very turned on) - ‘Oh my God that’s hot, how was it?’ Her - ‘Amazing, but they went a little too hard considering what we’re doing tonight but I’ll be OK.’ Me - ‘I still haven’t seen this guy.’ Her - ‘I was going to show you a picture, but now I want it to be a surprise.’

We laughed, finished getting ready, and headed outside to meet the guys as they sat in the truck in the driveway. She hopped in the front and I jumped in the back.

The friend (nervous?) - ‘Hi, my name is Jim (fake name).’ Me (slightly drunk and really turned on) - ‘Hi Jim.’

I took his hand and he kissed it and the first thing I thought was ‘I’m terrible because this man’s cock is 100% getting sucked on the way down to the club.’

Her husband - ‘Hey (my name), good to see you!’ Me (voice getting deeper and more sex-based) - ‘Good to see you, too.’ Her husband - ‘You better get back there before we take off, I think Jim is going to need some comforting.’ Her - ‘Yes sir.’

She kissed him, got out of the truck, came around and got in the other side pushing Jim in between us. He was so hard and I was so turned on I couldn’t help myself so I put my hand on his leg and his cock twitched.

I felt so powerful and so turned on and I was SO WET. I kept grinding my hips on the seat as I felt the plug move around in my ass, and this poor guy was breathing so heavily but who could blame him? Here were two sexy fucking women who were clearly ready for sex and smelling like expensive whores.

His breathing was heavy and I moved my hand over his cock.

Me - ‘Mmmm, it’s nice.’ Her - ‘Why don’t you see it for yourself.’ Him - ‘Wait...’

I didn’t, I took his belt and undid it then undid his pants and his zipper. He had put on briefs too so I had to pull everything down but his cock popped out and was so hard and it was PRETTY.

I pulled out my tits and started sucking.

Him - ‘Oh fuck her mouth is so good.’ Her - ‘Oh trust me, I know.’ Her (pulling out a tit) - ‘Suck on this.’

I couldn’t believe the car was just driving because I could NEVER focus with what was going on in the back seat LOL. But he was so hard in my mouth, the feeling of the plug in my ass, his legs twitching against my tits it was just fucking amazing.

His legs locked and his cock went rigid so I knew what was coming. I started massaging his balls until he let loose a moan and I shoved it in my throat feeling every little bit of cum wash down and it was a LOT.

Her - ‘Mmmmm, you did good baby girl.’

I came up to look at my handywork. I was in full subspace now I wanted to please everything and everyone. He was breathing very heavy nearly passed out against her tits.

Me (disappointed) - ‘It appears my “husband” is spent for the night.’ Her husband - ‘Nah, he’s in good shape. Give him a bit to relax and he’ll refuel at the club and be back at it.’ Her - ‘Besides, with us around I’m sure he’ll find a round 2.’

We laughed, got back in our seats and put on our belts and waited. I was slowly touching myself and I was so wet but I didn’t want to cum, I just wanted to be ready for when we arrived.

TO BE CONTINUED!

Our first foray - Part 2

Writer’s note: This story is a little more dense and is about how my wife and I worked through it, there’s but two quick mentions of sex, for those who are only interested in that. Formally stated, Newton's third law is: For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. The statement means that in every interaction, there is a pair of forces acting on the two interacting objects.

For those of you who read my story yesterday and thought to yourself, ‘this worked out too well’ I have two statements -  1) We had been over a year looking

2) You’re absolutely right, because real life pushed back

The next morning, my wife woke me up with her mouth. This is not an unusual occurrence, if she sees I have morning wood a lot of times she swoops in - she and I both have an oral fixation kink (which will come up in other stories) so it’s natural.

As she adjusted herself onto all fours I took the opportunity to run my fingers along her pussy - soaked, which was strange for this early in the morning. She was usually a little wet after sucking for a few minutes, but this was surprising.

Me (playfully) - ‘Did you wake up thinking about me and (friend’s name)?’ Her (muffled with a mouth full of cock) - ‘Mmmmhm’

I felt her pull my balls tight and start to force my cock into her throat, so I returned the favor with a finger to pull on her g-spot while I ran my thumb along her clit. She came once, pushing juices all over herself and sheets like the night before, and then started to add a stroking motion to her blowjob - I was done quick after that.

She hopped out of bed quickly and threw on her robe.

Her - ‘See you downstairs?’ Me (surprised she jumped up so quickly) - ‘Ye... Yeah. Be right there my love.’

I walked downstairs and began to make our usual coffee and breakfast spread. As I started the coffee and the burners running, I checked my phone - there was the usual business mess, and a text from my wife’s friend. 

Meanwhile, my wife stared out the kitchen window to the woods beyond.

Me (cautiously) - ‘You OK? (Friend’s name) texted me.’ Her - ‘You’re going to leave me for her, aren’t you?’ Me (very quickly and surprised) - ‘No! I would never do that!’

The question was as shocking as it was dead pan. My wife and I were the type of couple that made other people puke - we were cute, we REALLY liked each other, we loved the same things, and were each other’s best friend. 

It was the conviction in the statement that shattered me. She really believed that I might leave her, but I came to find out later from reading further about queaning and working through relationships during that time, it was normal. It was fear and doubt of the kink manifesting itself in anger.

So imagine my surprise when, after doing my research, I thought back on the next part of the conversation.

Her - ‘Don’t bullshit me. You’re way too into this.’ Me - ‘You said I was the one overthinking it. We haven’t even really talked about the actual act, I really don’t know how this is going to work.’ Her - ‘It’s simple. You meet her, you fuck her, and you take that big cock and pump her full of cum. She’ll get big and pregnant and you can keep fucking her and being happy while I’ll be alone forever.’

So let me tell you, dear reader, in that moment I’m speechless - and it doesn’t happen often. I have -ZERO- idea where to go from here. Why all of these adjectives? Why pregnant? I had never expressed interest in kids of my own and my step-children were older at this point, now grown. And why did she think I was not only going to leave her, but someone like her would be alone forever?

None of it made sense, because I was ignorant of the psychological jumps she was making. Unfortunately, I’m a nerd as well as a doofus so my first thought was to pull out the Anakin line from Star Wars - ‘Hold on, this whole operation was your idea!’

Thank God I did not say that.

Instead, I do what most people do in modern society when a situation has become awkward and tense - I pulled out my phone. And there, on the screen, was my out.

Me - ‘Look, (friend’s name) texted me and can’t tonight. Work emergency and her kid’s having car issues.’ Her - ‘Seems convenient.’ Me -’Here, look.’

I showed her the text and her mood changed, visibly. She softened and hugged me.

Her - ‘I’m sorry, I just... I just got scared. This is a lot.’ Me - ‘I totally understand, this is for the best I think. We still have more to research and more to look into.’ Her - ‘You’re right.’ Me - ‘We have some time to think about it and talk it out before she’ll be asking when we’re meeting, so I’m going to start reading more into this and what happens when it’s actually going to happen. When you’re ready, we can talk more - and if we’re not ready when she reaches out again, we’ll shut it down.’

But, I had one question.

Me - ‘Why were you so wet and ready to suck this morning?’ Her - ‘Well, you know I can’t resist. I still like the idea of you fucking her. It was just... once you finished, I kind of realized the day was going to start and then the next person you would be finishing with would be... her.’

I could tell that the last part turned her on, but at the same time she was still visibly shaken. We continued to hug for a few more moments, then went about our day - or, at least, tried. I gave up on doing new things at work for the next few days and focused on my usual mundane stuff while researching this process.

It was during this research that I found out about the kink manifestation. Of course, I then came to realize that the other parts of that statement she made were telling of some of the things she wanted but had repressed. It’s important to note that my wife made consistent mention of feeling repressed her ‘whole life’ so I suppose I should not have been surprised.

The days seemed to fly by, but there was a tension at home. I could tell my wife harbored a long of sexual repression and a lot of resentment that she felt society had forced on her. She barely used her phone during that time, which was odd, very clearly battling herself for what she really wanted.

We had never gone 24 hours without some kind of sexual activity. We went into day three with no sex.

In thinking about what she said to me, it became more (but not fully) clear what she really wanted. I decided that night, with one day to go until the weekend, to try and open up the conversation. As I was cleaning spinach for dinner, she sat at the kitchen table.

Me (nonchalant) - ‘So, I’ve been doing research.’ Her (smirking) - ‘I’ve noticed, you’ve been preoccupied with SOMETHING.’ Me - ‘Ah, well if that’s the case, it’s important - I think - to note that your fear and anger are totally normal and we can work through that. What I was curious about was some of the other things you said.’ Her (hesitant, realizing it was out there) - ‘Like what?’ Me (confident) - ‘Well, the pregnancy fetish was surprising, to be sure. But I was unaware you had a humiliation fetish as well? That seems so unlike you.’

Looking back, I should not have been so direct. It’s my nature, and thankfully it didn’t derail the whole thing (which is still surprising), but I could tell I caught her off guard.

Her - ‘I thought we were focused on queaning.’ Me - ‘We are, but I think those two factor into what you want, long-term anyway.’

There was a long pause, the air in the room was heavy with anticipation. From my end, I let it marinate but I didn’t say anything - this was the make-or-break.

Her (exhaling) - ‘You think I’m weird, don’t you?’ Me - ‘No, not at all. In fact I think it’s beautiful and it means a lot to me that you want to share this, experience it, and have fun with it - and you want to do it with me.’ Her (flustered) - ‘But how do you make something like that happen? The kids are here every other week, work, responsibilities...’ Me (confident) - ‘We work through it, one step at a time, but it starts with actually trying the basics. I’m sure it all seems very hot and sexy now, but remember that me having sex with others will affect you. If I ever did get another woman pregnant, same thing. If another woman humiliated you, even in the heat of the moment, it would affect you. Based on what I’ve read, and what I believe to be true, we have to work through this slowly.’ Her (relaxing, and after a few seconds pause) - ‘I want you to fuck (friend’s name).’ Me - ‘Are you sure? Do you want to be involved? Do you want to be there?’ Her - ‘No, the way I always see it I’m going to do something like have my nails done, or go out with another friend for a drink, some activity outside the house, on my own, and you pay for it (she laughs).’ Me - ‘OK, I’m going to text (friend’s name) and tell her to be here at 6 p.m. tomorrow.’ Her - ‘OK, I’m ready.’

I finished dinner, but before setting the table I texted the friend.

Me (in text) - ‘Hey, we talked it out and we’re ready to try. Tomorrow, our place, 6 p.m.? Her - ‘Yay! Will she be there?’ Me - ‘No, she wants to be away but wants pics. Are you OK with that?’ Her - ‘Of course! Kids?’ Me - ‘With their dad this week.’ Her - ‘Oh wow this is going to be perfect! See you tomorrow!’ Her - ‘I’m going to wear this tomorrow to work and come right after!’ It was a picture of her in a body suit and jeans, clearly not wearing a bra. Me - ‘I can’t wait to get it off of you.’

That night as I wrapped up work, the texts started to come through with pictures of women watching other women get fucked, and threesomes with one woman pregnant.

Her (via text) - ‘Is it OK that I want this?’

I went up to the room, she was naked under the covers and the light hum of a vibrator echoed.

I started to get undressed and she pushed the covers back. She was glowing, her pussy soaked, her nipples tight. I came to her side of the bed and began to fondle one of her tits while I slipped two fingers inside her.

She exhaled and started breathing heavily. She took me in her mouth, her head bobbing as I fondled her tits and tweaked her nipples. I felt her start to rock her hips as she was about to cum with my fingers inside her, and it felt amazing for her to exhale rapidly and moan with my cock in her mouth as she orgasmed.

I climbed into bed and bent her over, stuffing my cock into her waiting pussy. The feeling was amazing, she was soaked, and the sounds were even better. She was already there, I forced her to lift her hips as I pulled her hair back and shoved my cock in as far as it would go.

She cried out, but I eased her.

Me - ‘Stay there baby, your pussy feels so good. Do you want me to fuck her like this tomorrow?’ Her - ‘Mmmmhm.’ Me - ‘Do you think her pussy will be good?’ Her - ‘Yes daddy.’ Me (leaning in close) - ‘Better than yours?’

It was a gamble, I knew, but to my shock she came - hard. She pulled off and curled up, clearly in a vulnerable state. I laid next to her, took her hand in mine.

Me - ‘I love you very much, I just wanted to see how it went.’ Her (quivering) - ‘I liked it, and I’m surprised I liked it.’ Me - ‘I know, it’s OK.’

She took my cock and slid it back in.

Her - ‘Slow, please.’ Me - ‘Of course.’

I eased in and out of her for a few minutes, telling her how beautiful she was and how much I loved her. Eventually I came inside her, and then fell asleep.

Part 3 tomorrow!

@notreallyherefor 😂😉👍🏻