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SWINGERS CLUB

We've been extremely bored lately and looking for a sexual distraction from our daily routine. We've discussed options, and have investigated the web site to a "Swingers" club in the city. We agreed to give our devilish adventure a try, after agreeing that we didn't have to partake in any activities unless we both agreed. I was nervous about it, but we set Saturday as our date night for there.

Ron dressed in jeans and "Wife Beater" T, that really highlighted his muscular arms and flat gut. I picked out a midriff baring button down thin faux leather strapped tank top, thigh high socks, and a pair of loose shorts that exposed a sliver of my nicely rounded ass cheeks. With my handsome husband at my side and my long legs displayed, there was no doubt we were out for mischievous fun.

Registering by signing a disclaimer and paying the hundred for first time admission, we were issued cloth Zorro style masks to begin our adventure with a degree of anonymity. We were advised that keeping them on would be up to us. We figured recognizing someone would be the deciding factor concerning keeping them on or not. At this point we headed straight for the bar.

After ordering a couple of tequila mixed drinks to diminish our inhibitions and add to our courage, we were approached by a 20ish guest, who came directly to my husband. Sliding her hands under his shirt, she announced her objective. Explaining that she was dared to give a hand job to the first guy who made eye contact with her, Ron glanced at me with a queried expression. I asked the nymph if I could watch. Her eyes widened, as a frightened expression overcame her. Really! She blurted. I nodded, unbuttoned my husbands jeans then began to pull his zipper down. Startled, she ran back to her friends without completing her challenge.

We both had a good laugh over it, until another girl from the group approached my husband with no concern for my presents, nuzzled his ear and whispered something I couldn't hear. His eyes widened as he glanced over to me, shrugged his shoulders, and explained that he just received a proposition that was hard to refuse! I suggested he put it on hold until we had a better feel for the experience we were embarking on. Apologizing, he disappointed the young lady by turning her down.

Walking down the hall to another bar area, Ron created some space between us. Observing my being nudged, bumped, and subtly groped, he was enjoying the attention his lady was receiving.

Still nervous from the gauntlet I had exited, we discussed trying out the "Swingers" play room, which we read about on line. Entering for the first time there was a viewing area where we could decide to proceed to the "Virgin" area. Entering we observed wide bars to observe the "Play" room, where there were some members participating in various sexual activities. We moved closer to the wide bars to observe the activity, and decide whether to partake.

With it just passing 11pm there were more people entering the room, which made me feel comfortable. With Ron behind me and the wide bars separating us from the activity, he began to kiss my neck, fondle my body, while pressing his hardening shaft against my ass. As he excited me, I looked around noticing that we were gaining the attention of people in both rooms. The audience we were garnering, aroused me exponentially.

A middle aged man in the play room, who was on his knees with the head of a blonde moving up and down while servicing him, gestured to me to join him. Instantly I felt flustered. Pantomiming for me to undo my buttons, I felt my face turn beak red from his attention. Ron must have noticed, and suggested I please my new fan. I dropped my head back on his shoulder, and told him to do it.

Releasing enough of the closely gathered buttons, for him to be able to slip his hand behind the material and feel the heat of my breastd. "Damn your nipple is hard", as he proceeded to free a few more buttons.

With an ample amount of cleavage revealed, my admirer rested his hand on

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