The Swingers Club

This is a fiction story.

After my first encounter with Amee, I hooked up with 4 other ladies in the next 2 months. Except for Diane, they were all one and done encounters. I had sex with Diane 4 times, but she was married, and it was too hard for her to get free, so we agreed to move on. My thoughts kept drifting back to Amee and her lush body, and I decided to give her another try. She quickly responded to my text with "Sure!" and an emoji, and we set up a time and place to meet the following evening. I walked into the bar, and saw her sitting at a table, grinning at me. Amee was 14 years younger than I, but she looked older, having had a rough time after her divorce 3 years prior, and only recently getting back on her feet. She was a chubby 5-3, with a jowly double chin, fat under her upper arms, and belly hanging over her belt. But she had beautiful eyes, a great personality, and absolutely amazing tits topped by big brown nipples. She was very uninhibited in bed, at least she had been for our one time. As I walked to the table, I remembered how good it felt to lay down on her fleshy body and sink into her curves.

"Hello Handsome," she purred, as I bent over to kiss her. She smelled great, and my cock stirred at the thought of undressing her again.

"Hi there, how's the world treating you?" She proceeded to tell me, pausing long enough to order another drink.

"So, that's the story. I think this new job is going to work out for me, at least I hope so, I really like it, and the pay and benefits are better than anything I've had since the divorce." She took a long sip at her drink, and looked at me. "Now, what have you been up to? After I didn't hear from you, I assumed you'd moved on. And, let me say this, it was fine, I had no claim on you."

"I've been on a few dates, being honest, but no one I cared to see again. Just enjoying my freedom."

She gave me a wicked grin. "Aw, but you wanted to see me again, huh?" The banter continued through another round of drinks, then we left, and I followed her back to her house. Once inside, she kicked off her shoes, and gave me a long, deep kiss, rolling her tongue sensuously around mine, her boobs flattened out against my chest. Soon we were in her bed, and I pushed her legs apart to get at her pussy. Her lips had a purplish color, and were very pronounced, and I pushed my tongue between them, then swiped up and over her clit.

"Ooooh, God, I love how you do that!" she cried out. She was a very vocal partner, and continued to moan and yell as I tongued her to her first orgasm. Then I was on top of her, plunging through the lips into her. As before, I noticed how loose she was, but it still felt good, and soon I was dumping a load of cum into her slick and wet pussy. She got wetter than any woman I've been with, leaving both of us smeared with pussy juice, and a wet spot on the sheets.

A couple of hours later, I was stretched out on her bed, Amee next to me and propped up on an elbow, her boobs splayed out on my chest.

"Have you ever been to a swingers club?" she asked, as she idly fondled my cock.

I opened my eyes, and looked at her. "No, I haven't. Have you?"

"Mm-hmm, I belong to one here in town. It meets every month at a house out on the lake. It's fun." She grinned at me, then leaned over and sucked my stiffening cock into her mouth. Later, she brought it up again. "I can bring a guest, if you'd like to go, and see what it's like?"

"Maybe. I suppose everyone gets naked, and fucks as many as they can until they get tired?" I said this with a grin, and was rewarded with a punch in the shoulder.

"No, dummy, that's not how it goes at all. It's like a big lounge, everyone has their clothes on, and hang out, chatting and having drinks. If someone catches a member's eye, they can ask. No means no, no exceptions. But if both people agree, then they discreetly leave and go to one of the bedrooms. Since you aren't a member, you couldn't ask anyone, but you'd get asked by several women, I'm sure of that."

I thought it over, then asked, "And you wouldn't be upset if I said yes to another woman?"

"No, not at all. Now, if you think you'd be upset if I disappeared with another man, then say so, and we'll forget the whole thing." I really didn't see that being a problem, especially if I was also getting laid, and said so. A couple days later, I received a text from her, that the next meeting was in two days, and what time I should pick her up. Two days later, we were driving out to the lake as the sun dipped below the horizon. Amee had let me know she had to pay a guest fee, and I told her I would take care of it.

"How much are the dues?" I asked.

"Since I'm a single woman, it's free. Married couples pay dues, and single men pay right at 3 times what couples pay. That's to keep the numbers somewhat balanced. Most of the people are couples, usually 10-12 couples There are usually 6-7 single gals, and 3-4 single men. Practically all are around our age." We arrived at a lane in a wooded area, and turned in. A man in a suit stepped out in front of the car, looked over Amee's membership card, and waved us on. Once inside, I gave the money to the doorman, and fetched drinks for us. Finally settled in, I checked out the crowd. Like she had said, it was an older crowd, 50's and 60's. Both the men and women ranged from very attractive, to downright homely.

We chatted with a few couples, small talk, but no one asked me anything except where I worked, etc. After an hour, I noticed a few people drifting out of the room, one at a time, and assumed the pairing off had begun. I excused myself to use the bathroom, and when I returned, Amee was gone. Well, that didn't take long, I thought.

I was standing at the bar when a slender and very attractive black lady walked up to me. "Are you here with Amee?" she asked in a smoky voice.

"Yes, although at the moment I'm not sure where she is."

"Oh, she's in one of the rooms, with my husband." I must have looked surprised, because her mouth turned up in a small grin. "He has a thing for heavy white women, and Amee has big ones to make it even better." I looked at her, but her expression didn't change, although the grin looked a bit forced now.

" I see. How about you? I'd think these guys would be lined up asking for you."

"Oh, I do get asked, but most of the time, the men here don't interest me. Sometimes, not often." The bartender brought her a drink, and she sipped at while looking around the room, then turned back to me. "Now you, you interest me." This time when she smiled, it was real.

Smiling back, I said, "You interest me too. My name is Chad, by the way," holding our my hand. She placed her hand in mine, it was warm, and smooth, the nails perfectly done in a dark red polish.

"Suellen is mine, but I prefer Sue." She left her hand in mine, and looked at me. Raising an eyebrow, she slipped her hand away, and asked, "How did you come to know Amee?"

"Online dating site. I was just looking for fun, no strings, and she was fine with that."

Sue nodded, and sipped at her drink again. "Do you prefer heavier women?"

"Not necessarily, I like all kinds. She has a pretty face, and she's very matter-of-fact, and open minded. That's why I approached her in the first place." This seemed to satisfy Sue, she nodded, and looked away. I was definitely attracted to her, and was hoping she'd ask me to join her for some fun. Her hair was cut close to her head, which was the same caramel hue as the rest of her. She wore a black sleeveless top over black slacks that hugged her ass and hips. In spite of being slender, she was nicely curved, and sexy as hell.

"Do you and your husband come here often?" I asked, trying to extend the conversation.

She turned back and fixed me with her gaze again. "Yes, every month. He wouldn't miss it." There was a definite tone of sarcasm in her voice.

"You don't seem to like it as much as he does," I ventured. "Why do you come with him?"

She sighed, and shook her head. "It's too complicated to go into here." Now she had a sad look to her. I was really attracted to her, and wanted to hear her story, in addition to getting her into bed, I wanted run my hands all over her body. I decided to take a chance.

"That's true, I'm sure, so why don't you meet me for coffee tomorrow afternoon? I'm a good listener." She raised her eyebrows, and stared at me for a moment, her look was skeptical.

"Coffee? Uh-huh. Then you'll suggest we go to a motel, I suppose?"

"I'd rather that be in my bedroom, not a big fan of motels, but no, just coffee and conversation. Anything more than that is up to you." Her face softened as she considered my offer, then smiled and held out her hand again.

"All right Chad, I'll meet you tomorrow. How about 2:00, at the Starbucks near the mall?" We shared another drink over small talk, until her husband came back into the lunge, then she said good bye and slipped away. Amee didn't appear for another hour. She was right, I was approached by several older ladies, but I politely declined their offers, I was thinking about Suellen. When Amee finally returned, she had that just-fucked look, with the messy hair and make up, and rumpled clothes. She wanted to go home, she said, so I obliged and dropped her off after a quiet ride back to her house. She kissed me good night, but didn't ask me to come in, and I was glad.

The following day, Sue and I met as planned. She was dressed in jeans, and a nice semi-sheer blouse, just as sexy as the night before. We sat down with our coffee, and she gave me that look again.

"So, you still want to hear my story?" Even with her eyes boring into me, searching for signs of phoniness, I supposed, she was still beautiful, and I wanted to strip her naked and have my way with her. I pushed those thoughts aside, I wanted to gain her confidence, and I was more than a little curious about her.

"Yes, I do. You come off as a very intelligent lady, and classy, yet you seem, I don't know, unhappy with your life? So, if you're willing to share, I'm willing to listen." As I held her gaze, she relaxed, and sat back into her chair.

"All right, like I said, it's complicated, but you asked for it, so here we go. I'm several years younger than my husband, 11 to be exact. He was my professor at college, back in the day. I was very taken with him, and looked for excuses to go to his office, or stay after class. He was charming, witty, and it was obvious he was interested in me, too. Well, no surprise I'm sure, we started having sex. He was, and still is, a very good lover, very attentive, made sure I always had my fun, you know what I mean. After a month or so, I found out he was married. At first, I was mad at him, but he told me she was a cold bitch, he was planning to leave her, and that he loved me. Well, those are the words of every cheating spouse, but in this case, they were true. They split up, and she moved away, and we became a couple. It was all on the down-low at first, not wanting to get him in trouble with the university. But he still took me on wonderful vacations during breaks, and I spent most of my time at his house. Shortly after I graduated, we married."

"Soon after we returned from our honeymoon, he started showing his controlling side. It was little things at first, like wanting me dress a certain way, what movies we saw, things like that. We had a big argument about me going to work, which was solved for him when I got pregnant with our daughter. I stayed home, raised her, and more and more fell under his control. I was so busy with her and her life, that it was just easier to give in and agree to his demands. After she left for college, that was when he wanted to get into the swinging lifestyle. I was horrified, mad, and depressed, all at the same time. I couldn't get my head around why he wanted to do that, I did anything and everything he wanted in bed, but it obviously wasn't enough. Then he sat down with me, and soothed my hurt feelings, saying I was still beautiful and all that, he just wanted to spice things up. I finally agreed, and of course, once we started, there was no end. Besides the local club, we belong to a club in Florida, where we go for vacations."

"At first, I wanted nothing to do with any of the other men, just sitting at the bar while had his fun with whoever he chose. As you can guess, there was no shortage of white women wanting to scratch their itch for a black man, so he was very happy. Finally, I was approached by a good looking man, and decided what the hell, and had sex with him. Since that time, I've had sex at the club with 3 other men. My husband makes all the proper noises about my having the same rights, yada, yada, but it really bugs him, and big surprise, none of those men have ever approached me again. Not sure what he has said, but he's steered them away somehow. I'm sure you noticed last night, that most of the men at the club are old and fat, not exactly my idea of a good time. So, I go, have a few drinks, watch people, and wait for him to get his rocks off. That's where I'm at. So, you still think I'm worth chasing after?" She eyed over her coffee mug, waiting for my response.

"If I can ask, why are you still with him?"

"Two reasons. One, I signed a pre-nup. Two, I'd have to go back to school, and bring my education up to date. I'm old enough I don't want to do that. I'm okay with my life, he doesn't abuse me, he gives me money. I can put up with his kinks."

"Well, you weren't wrong, it's complicated. But to get back to your question, yes, you are worth chasing after." She smiled at that comment, actually smiled, for the first time. When she did, her face lit up, she was truly beautiful. I really wanted her.

"Well, I might let you catch me, I haven't decided yet. Give me a couple of days to think about it, okay?" We chatted over a second cup, exchanged phone numbers, and went our separate ways. I was on edge the next two days, hoping she'd call or text, but as the time passed with no word, I gave up, it was just a game and I'd been played. Amee sent a couple of texts, but I deleted them, my interest in her had faded along with my hopes of seeing Sue. I thought about making the first move, but held back, feeling I'd be giving her the upper hand. It was nonsense, of course, but my mind wouldn't let go of her. Finally, I decided to go away for the weekend, and was packing when my phone chirped. It was Sue.

Hi, it's Sue, RU still alive? I stared at the screen. Not wanting to blurt out a response, I put the phone down and ran a glass of water. Sipping it slowly, I pondered a couple of ways to respond, and decided to be flippant.

Yep, sure am, what's up?

No response right away, so I got back to packing. My phone chirped again.

Sorry it took so long to contact you, been waiting for an opportunity. Buy me a drink? Okay, that was more like it.

A drink? Not coffee? I put a smiling emoji at the end.

No coffee, Jack and Coke. At the Regency, nice bar on the 7th floor. I knew of the place, quiet and upscale, and conveniently in a hotel. Hmm, yeah, I'd buy her a drink.

Sounds like a plan. When?

Tonight. 8:00. You'll need to wear a jacket.

At 7:45, I walked off the elevator, and down the hall, turning into the bar. It was a big room with a low ceiling, nice square bar in the center, flat screens on all 4 sides. Away from the bar, in a series of alcoves, easy chairs and couches sat around low tables. It glowed with soft lighting, and a low buzz of conversation completed the scene. Sue sat at the bar, one leg crossed over the other, her foot bouncing lazily as she watched the game. She was dressed to kill, a shiny gold top with a scoop neck and short sleeves, tight brown slacks, gold shoes, and gold dangling earrings. Her head turned slowly until she saw me, then to my surprise, her face lit up with a big smile.

"Bout time you got here," she said in mocking tone. I walked right up, and planted a kiss on her cheek, then ordered a beer from the bartender.

"I'm 15 minutes early, that was good enough for my football coach." She rolled her eyes, but was still smiling. Then she put her hand on my arm.

"Honey, I am teasing you. I know you're early, but I need to push your buttons, see if you can handle me." She raised her eyebrows in question, and left her hand on my arm. My beer arrived, and I clinked the bottle against her glass.

"Oh, I think I can handle you, I don't scare easy." I gave her a big grin, and took a long pull from the bottle.

"Hmph, if I thought you scared easy, I wouldn't be here. I've got you pegged as a pretty confident guy. Am I right?"

"You're right, I'm confident, but until I met you, I was in a sort of give-a-shit mode. But around you, I feel like I have to be on my game, I like that." We looked at each other, each taking the measure of the other. She seemed to come to a decision, and sat back on her bar stool.

"Well Chad, I think I told you I haven't made a habit of running around on my husband, even though he has on me. And this may or may not surprise you, but one of his women is your friend Amee. Apparently once a month at the club ins't enough for him." The last sentence dripped with sarcasm and bitterness.

"No, it doesn't surprise me. I'm not seeing her anymore, by the way." She nodded, took a sip of her drink, then fixed me with that hard look again.

"Good for you. You can do better. And if you're game, you can start doing better with me." Her eyes bored into me, almost a challenge. I almost laughed, that was exactly what I waned to do, but I played it cool, thinking that's how she wanted the game to go.

"I see. So you're going to let me catch you, is that what you're saying?" I couldn't help grinning when I said that, and was rewarded with a narrowed eyes.

"Oh, you're a clever one, you think. Maybe I should finish this drink, and leave." Now it was my turn. I sat the bottle on the bar, leaned forward, and put my hand on hers.

"No, I think you should finish that drink, and we should get a room. Right here, right now." Her eyes opened wide, for just a second. Then she shrugged, downed the drink, and stood up.

"All right then. So happens, I reserved a room. Here's the receipt, go get the key, I'll be waiting on the floor." With that, she strode out of the room, hips swinging. This is going to be fun, I thought. After securing the key, I took the elevator to the floor. She was seated on a chair at the end of the hall, and stood as I walked to her. I held up the key, stopped at the room, unlocking and opening the door, and stepping aside. She walked through, I followed, and closed and locked the door. And there we were, standing a few feet apart, looking at each other. She didn't seem nearly as brassy and confident, so I decided to be slow and gentle with her. Closing the gap between us, I put my hands and her hips, and gently pulled her to me. Her arms went around my neck,and we kissed, at first just brushing our lips together, then as the heat built harder with more intent. I took an exploring stab with my tongue, and her lips parted without hesitation. Now we were full-on french kissing, and grinding our pelvises together. She smelled great, clean and fresh with a hint of musk. I let my hands drift down, and cupped her trim, shapely ass, pulling her tight against my straining cock.

She broke the kiss and pushed me away, then whisked her top up and off, revealing a lacy red bra holding surprisingly full breasts. Next went her slacks into a pile at her feet, letting me see the matching red panties. As she kicked them away, she looked at me, and laughed.

"Are you going to get undressed, or just gawk?" I snapped out of my trance, and in a flash was clad only in tight black briefs, my cock tenting out the front. She eyed me with interest, and reaching behind her back, deftly unhooked her bra and let it fall away. Her tits, probably a C, sagged onto her chest, but were still beautiful, caramel colored skin with dark brown circles and nipples. Once again, I just stared, so she made the next move, pressing herself against me again, sticking her tongue into my mouth, and sliding a hand between us so she could rub my cock. That was followed by her running her other hand down my chest, across my belly, and onto the band of my briefs. She stepped back, and holding my eyes, squatted down in front me.