After my success with Kim, I was a changed man. I began looking for opportunities around me. A friend of mine filled me in on a growing swingers club that was looking for new members – even single men, like myself. It sounded too good to be true. I went.
It was true.
This place was like a slice of heaven. Lots of lovely willing women – lots of smiling happy guys. Not a hint of jealousy. The basic premise was share, share, share. I indulged, sometimes singly with a woman, sometimes receiving attention from several women at the same time, sometimes sharing a woman with a guy. I'm not bisexual, but I didn't mind him being on one end of her, while I took care of the other. I also didn't mind if our equipment bumped as a woman tried to give simultaneous fellatio to us both – it was fun to see her try to stretch her mouth open enough to take us both in.
I also didn't mind if our manhood happened to rub while we were performing a double penetration on a willing woman. After all, I was focused on the sensations that my dick was reporting about how her cunt or ass felt as I reamed her opening – not so much on what the other guy was doing. Although I admit I did feel his dick moving in her other tunnel at such times. And, of course, if we were jacking off on her face, or her tits – well, when a dick spurts, it also jerks, and semen can fly every which way. The first time the other guy's semen splatted on my body, I instinctively thought it rather gross, but I gradually got so accustomed to such badly aimed ejaculations that I paid it no mind.
So, all in all, I loved my time at the swingers club, and the women found me to be a thoughtful, thorough lover, and several sought me out. But the one that caught my eye was Rose.
She was tall, about 5'9" high, almost towering over the other women. If that wasn't enough to catch your eye, you'd be drawn to her flaming red hair. I love red hair like that. And her bewitching green eyes that demanded to be looked into deeply. She was single, coming to the club all by herself because, basically, she was a nymphomaniac, if I ever met one. She always seemed to want sex – gobs of it. Sometimes from the other women, if the men were all in refractory periods, trying to recharge for more action. But she really preferred men. And perhaps focused on me – or maybe I'm flattering myself.
She had an average build, and natural breasts, that virtually begged to be caressed, licked and sucked. She also liked oral attention at her sex, from her clean shaven mound and labia, all the way to her anal ring. Since she had that flaming red hair, I wished that she'd left some in her pubic region, but I learned that keeping it smoothly shaved reminded her of her youthful days, so she preferred it that way.
I also learned that Rose loved to kiss – deeply and passionately. More than once, one of her kisses took me over the top, causing me to shoot my load of semen into her seemingly insatiable cunt. Our relationship developed to the point that we started meeting outside the swingers club atmosphere, over coffee, or over lunch, and we began sharing more information about our lives.
Rose told me about her adult child, and her current boyfriend. She revealed that she didn't expect her relationship with him to last very long, because, like earlier boyfriends, he was growing possessive. Sooner or later he was going to learn she was 'cheating' on him – in his eyes at least – and would probably storm out. It's tough having a relationship with a nymphomaniac if you're insecure and possessive, so I understood what she was saying.
Gradually, over time, she confided two things to me. First, that she loved taking a submissive role in the relationships she'd had. She loved being given orders, especially sexual ones. Second, that her current boyfriend had a penis, but what she really wanted was a cock. I asked for clarification of her terms. Grinning, she said 'penis' and held her hands up, about 5 inches apart. She said 'dick' when her hands were about 6 inches apart. Then she said 'cock' and held her hands about 8 inches apart, and laughed.
Now she and I both knew I was in the 6 inch range, maybe even 6 & ½ inches on a good day, so I was a bit taken aback and crestfallen when she revealed this information. She must've understood my expression, because she reached across the table and grasped my hand tenderly. "I'm not criticizing you, you know. What you have is fantastic, because you know how to use it, and you know how to play my body like a fine musical instrument. My orgasms with you are wonderful, and I want lots more of them. But, at the same time, I yearn for a huge cock to really stretch and fill me, and to ream me out thoroughly, from time to time. No one at the club can do that."
I was actually glad Rose shared this information with me, because it got me to thinking and planning. Sure enough, the time came when her boyfriend left her, after learning about her activities at the swingers club. I felt no compunction about inviting her to my place for dinner, and an evening playing together, just the two of us.
After a fun dinner of good food, chat, and laughter, I started testing her submissiveness. I told her that, if she was willing, I'd like to try dominating her. Her green eyes started glowing, and she licked her lips, nodding – signaling me to continue.
I turned on some appropriate music, and pulled her over near a straight backed chair, as I sat on it. I said, "Give me a striptease. See how inspiring you can be, you lovely slut."
She swallowed visibly at being called a 'slut' but offered no objection. Her body began to sway with the music, and her hands took their time exploring her body through her clothing. The zipper to her dress went down her back, so about halfway through the song, her hand went behind her back. I couldn't see her hand move very well, but I could hear her zipper opening. Her dress began sliding sideways off her shoulders, bit by bit, as her zipper opened more and more and her hips swayed side to side. Her eyes told me she was really getting into performing for me.
By the time the second song started, her dress was only being held up by one of her hands, pressed at the center of her chest. Dramatically, she removed that hand, and dropped both her arms down close to her sides. The dress cascaded to the floor, leaving her clad in only a bra and panties. Sensuous woman that she was, Rose was wearing sheer, satiny undergarments. Her dark areolae and nipples were easily visible through her bra, and the cleft of her pussy showed clearly through her panties. The center of her panties was damp, and her scent, intensified now, was setting my blood to boil. Sure, I'd seen her naked body lots of times, but there's something extra erotic about seeing a woman strip for me like this.
She leaned toward me, and shimmied her shoulders gently, making her still trapped dangling tits seem to fight the confinement of that bra. Both her hands went behind her back, and I knew she was unhooking the bra. The shoulder shimmy continued as the bra came unhooked, and I smiled as I saw her tits seem to cast that confining bra to the floor. They swung free now, and Rose stepped in close, coming back to a more erect stance, and shook them invitingly in front of my face. I started to reach for them, but she stepped back, grinning – this was supposed to be a tease, after all. I laughed.
