The Pickup Game
The clock had long past struck the witching hour, the dance floor was still popping with a few men and quite a few women. Some of them were topless, all of them were shameless.
Mary and Adam toured their club. The window to the room that had the sex swing was open, a woman sat naked in it, her man for the moment was kneeling before her, licking at her beaver; on the bed a couple was fucking. Perhaps seven people were in the group room in various stages of foreplay and intercourse. An assemblage of naked bodies were erotically taking the waters in the immense hot tub. Just an average night at DJs Island.
They returned to the common room, Mary shouted to him over the throbbing bass of the music. "I'm still in the mood!"
They put their heads closely together. "Richard wasn't enough for you?" Adam asked.
"No, he was good. I just want more."
Around 10:00 they'd met Richard and Diane at the buffet, old friends. It had been prearranged, after some talking and a some dancing, the foursome had moseyed into a private room, shut the door. For over an hour they'd frisked, mainly Mary with Richard, Adam and Diane. Both of the women yelled and screamed multiple times, both men left with big smiles on their face.
Richard and Diane had plans for the next day, by midnight they were putting their coats on; Adam and Mary had no place else to be, always enjoyed the ambience of the swing club.
When Mary revealed she was still in the mood, Adam knew exactly what to expect, smiled at the memory of previous similar moments. "Fine," he urged Mary, "go have fun."
Mary blew him a kiss, pranced to the dance floor. Adam sat at a nearby table and stared at his wife for a moment, renewing his love for her. She was wearing pumps, her desirable leg peeked out from the high slit in her skimpy skirt. She'd decided not to wear the blouse, her slight breasts were nicely hoisted in a red, meshy bra. Her torso was rosy with the previous exertion and the eroticism of the situation. She'd taken the time to brush her hair, a few minutes had been spent in repairing the rouge, powder and lipstick after the wrestle with Richard. If she wasn't the most beautiful of the women on the dance floor, if she wasn't the youngest, she was certainly appealing. And Adam could see a number of men appraising her, certainly some were wondering if she was up for an escapade.
There was a cadre of wives who were wildly reveling with each other, touching and kissing, even exposing each other's tits. Since Mary was rarely in a bisexual mood, she spun to the other side of the floor, began gyrating in time to the technopop. She wasn't by herself for long, a couple moved closer, Mary faced both of them. It seemed clear they were looking for a unicorn, a single bi woman to caper with both of them; after a couple of moments Mary moved away. A man dressed only in speedos, a little pudgy, moved close; Mary danced with him a bit, allowed him to get behind her and pull her ass into his groin. But it was simple titillation, she wasn't about to take it further, not with him.
Another gentleman approached. Adam sized him up, thought 'yeah, maybe.' The man was three or four inches taller than her average height. His blond hair was well styled, he was dressed in slacks and a polo shirt. He was, perhaps, ten or fifteen years younger than Mary's age of 58. Adam watched as they smiled at each other, progressed into the barnyard mating dance.
For a long few minutes, the bodies were positioned a foot from each other, approaching only when Mary bent and shook her boobs at him in time to the music, then slid away. She turned her back to him, he grasped her waist with firm hands, didn't attempt to pull her closer. Facing away from each other, they thumped hips together. Mary twirled a strand of her hair, held his upper arm as she leaned forward.
The DJ allowed the music to slow, the bright strobes were replaced by soft raspberry lighting. Mary moved into his arms, held his shoulders, her bra nudged calculatingly into the man's shirt. Adam could see them speaking into each other's ears, he figured they were hinting their desires, negotiating. The man's hand drooped first to the small of her back, then further, he was cupping her left ass cheek. She raised her face, placed her hand on the back of his head, pulled it down for the first kiss.
They moved together for not more than two minutes, Adam saw the guy's fly was pressed against Mary's belly, a good sign. Then holding the man's hand, Mary strolled over to Adam's table, they sat. "George, this is my husband, Adam."
"Nice to meet you," they both said, shook hands.
"Where are you guys from?" George said.
Adam replied, "O'Hara township." George didn't know where it was, Mary explained it was a northern Pittsburgh suburb. "How about you?"
"I came down from Sharon, I heard about this place, always wanted to visit it, heard it was crazy."
"It is," Mary confirmed, "Lots of fun."
The talk continued for a few minutes, Adam told a funny story about a cop that had stopped Mary for speeding, how she talked her way out of it by unbuttoning her blouse. During the discussion, Mary dropped the code word when she said, "We were down in the Caribbean a couple of years ago, it's Paradise."
The talk of tropical islands soon came to its conclusion, Adam began the diplomacy. "George, I can tell Mary likes you. We have a couple of things we need. We always use condoms. And when Mary's into it with a guy, I usually sit around and watch for a little bit, then I might join in, help you out with her. Just to let you know, I'm not bi."
"That's fine with me," George agreed, dropping his eyes to Mary's red bra, coming to the realization she'd soon be taking it off for his pleasure, his eye sparkled with the fire of craving .
"Should we find a room?" Mary offered and stood. George nodded his head as Mary led him down the hall, on their way to cloud nine.
Adam followed the pair to the bank of private rooms, saw from the clock at the end of the hall it was after one o'clock, they had forty-five minutes or so before the club closed, plenty of time.
Mary's smile was broad with her fantasies of the new toy, for that was what George was to her. Oh, she wasn't heartless, she knew George had a family, friends, concerns, didn't discount his reality as a person. But she'd also been in this situation more than a few times, she realized in all probability she'd never see George again, that his lustful thoughts were certainly of what he was going to get to do with Mary, not that he was planning on calling her the next day. She had Adam for that!
The door to the selected room slammed, a soft table lamp lit the den of iniquity. Out of his back pocket Adam produced a pair of foil packets, dropped them on the table next to the bed.
The room had a queen sized bed with a clean sheet and two pillows on it, a couch where Adam took his place, ready to watch his favorite porn. Mary kicked off her sandals, sprawled on on the bed, motioned to George to join her. He took a moment to unlace his shoes, place his socks in them. He laid beside the woman, a bit above her, took her in his arms, gave her a kiss.
Knowing their shared purpose, shared desire, Mary and George moved into foreplay with ease. His hand went to the bra, hers to his groin, rubbing the tool still hidden to her. George bent to her chest, kissed at the line of fabric and skin, licked at the nipple still in the lace. At this, Mary's breath hissed, she had sensitive tits. He fumbled at her back, trying to get the damned garment off, after a few tries he eventually found the key to the puzzle, Mary's peaks popped out.
