Note: This stand-alone story is part of our continuing adventures in swinging. It is also the last chapter of the story. Thanks to all who have read some or all of these tales, and I appreciate all of the comments, good and bad, that I've received. I hope you found at least some of these stories humorous.
Chapter 12: In Da Club 4 -- Vampires, Boobies & Blowjobs, Oh My!
Apparently, the super bowl of parties at swinger clubs is the Halloween party. I know that New Year's Eve at the clubs can get pretty wild, but from I read and what others have told me, Halloween is THE blow-out of monster proportions. The end-all, be-all of swinger parties. Mardi Gras, Carnivale and a Roman orgy all rolled into one hellacious night.
Definitely a chance for the freaks, perverts and sex maniacs to really let it all hang out.
Aaaaaaaaaall the way out.
Anne and I decided to give it a shot. To go for the big one. We'd been to a few clubs, had some good times and lived to tell about it. So we figured, why not? I mean, really, what's the worst that could happen? Really?
We picked a club that we'd gone to once before. Although we didn't hook up with anyone that previous time, we also didn't meet up with any of the nutjobs and whackadoos that we'd seen in some other places.
Um, creepy soccer guy?
Anyway, the club was planning its annual Halloween bash, and we thought it would be fun.
We emailed another couple that we knew and played with in the past, Toby and Andrea, and asked them if they would like to go with us. Well, I contacted them. I did all the leg work while Anne got to fuck. Not that I minded.
That's a big part of swinging. Being comfortable while watching your wife getting fucked by another guy. I know that some couples will only swing if they're in separate rooms, but that seems to be a cop out to me. If you're willing to let your spouse play with others, you should be able to watch them do it.
But what the fuck do I know?
Anyway, Andrea was a hot blond with some big tits.
Niiiiice.
I liked seeing her naked, and Anne seemed to enjoy Toby. And by enjoy I mean fucking. So, we figured that they would be a fun couple to go to the club with for the Halloween party.
Ok. So now we had the club and a couple to go with.
There was only one thing missing.
Costumes.
What to wear? What to wear? I worried, briefly, that this was going to involve another trip to the mall and the junior miss section. Well, perhaps a mall I wasn't banned from entering.
Luckily, however, Anne had no problem coming up with her costume idea almost immediately.
SCHOOLGIRL!
I know, I know, it's been done to death, but I have to tell you, she looked fucking HOT in her tiny plaid skirt tight white button-down shirt. Add in the knee socks and the chunky black patent leather shoes and, OOOOOOOO!!!! I wasn't sure if we'd be able to get out the door before I simply threw her over the bed and, well, you know. . . BANGED THE SNOT OUTTA HER!!
MMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!
And my costume? I think it was a cape. Or maybe a sheet. A mask? Again, is anyone looking at the guy's costume at the swinger club? Really?
So, with Anne decked out in her cute little schoolgirl outfit and me in my cape/sheet/mask thing, we headed downtown to the club. This being the Midwest in late October, it was cold. Fucking cold. Not the best kind of weather for Anne's tiny little outfit and big-heeled stripper shoes. So I dropped her off in front of the club. I was terrified that she would step out of the car and slip. How do you explain to the emergency room doctor how your wife broke her leg while dressed as a complete slut trying to get into a swinger club?
You don't.
So I prayed to all that was holy that she would just make it into the door. Please God, please just let her get to the door!
Thankfully she made it inside without any problems
Wait a minute. She made it inside. What if when I finally get inside they think I'm a single guy and don't let me in? Swinger clubs are not fond of single guys. Single women? C'mon in!!! They love single woman! They don't even have to pay the ridiculous cover charge. Single guys? If they do let you in, you pay even more than a couple. That is, if they even let you in.
"No, really, I'm here with my wife. You already let her in, remember? She was dressed as a school girl."
"Uh huh. Look buddy, we've got fifty women in here dressed as school girls."
"Yeah, o.k., but my wife is the really, really HOT schoolgirl! And I was just parking the car after I dropped her off."
"Sure you were. You've got a super-hot school girl wife while you're dressed in a. . . just what the hell is that? A cape? A mask? And I'm supposed to believe that someone dressed like you came here with a woman? A hot woman?"
Well, in reality I parked the car, grabbed our cheap bottle of red wine out of the back seat, and quickly made my way back over to the club. Fuck it was cold! I almost tripped or slipped on the ice covered sidewalk about sixteen times. But I made it to the front door, adjusted my mask/cape and went in. Thankfully, Anne was waiting there for me.
God she looked good. Mmmmmmmmm, schoolgirl!!!
I stared at her for a bit and then turned to the little window area and started filling out the ten page admission form and forked over my hundred bucks. The guy working the door was also staring at Anne. Well, her tits.
What can I say? The woman has a great rack!
After I finished the giant form and emptied my wallet of all my money, we headed inside.
It was pretty crowded and still kinda early. I was pumped. This was it! The super-swinger party! Let's get crazy! Let's get fucking nuts! Let's, um. . . let's, ah, let's head over to the bar with our bottle of wine and get a drink.
So that's what we did. We got two glasses of cheap red wine and checked out the scene. People were dancing and flirting and having a good time.
And we were standing there. By ourselves.
Even though it was the ultimate swinger party, it didn't make it any easier to meet new people. So, after standing around talking to each other for a while, we decided to walk around the club a bit to check out the sights. People were dressed all sorts of crazy, sexy costumes. My favorite was one particular hot, tall blonde woman. She was completely naked, her hair was in pigtails and she was carrying around one of those giant multi-colored lollipops.
I LOVE THIS PLACE!!
We wandered and saw that the club was more crowded. Just when I was beginning to wonder if Toby and Andrea were going to make it, they walked in. We went over to them and said our hellos. Andreas was dressed, of course, as a school girl. She and Anne were like bookends. Hot, sexy, erotic oh-so-fuckable bookends. Toby was a hobbit. Or a werewolf. Or maybe a lamp. It was one of those. I think. He could have been Elvis.
Who cares?
Now we had some people! Now we were a group! Others looked and us and said, "Wow, how did they hook up? How can we meet someone as cool as them?" They are awesome!
Actually, no one was looking at us. Everyone was too busy thinking about how to go about trying to hook up and fuck the naked lollipop chick.
The four of us decided to keep walking through the club. We passed the private rooms and the large public room for group orgies and ended up in an area that seemed to be part dungeon and part sex shop. Anne and I hadn't made it into this room before, and we were quite intrigued. The first dungeon room had some type of weird contraption that sort of looked like a pommel horse for some Olympic sport, but was also apparently designed for fucking.
Who knew?
As I was still trying to wrap my head around how it was used, we wandered into the next dungeon room. It was filled with whips and feathers and masks and all sorts of other bizarre stuff.
And I mean bizarre.
Like the fat dude with the ropes.
Seriously.
When we walked in, we saw that there were a few other people in costumes hanging out in the room.
"Cool," I thought. "Let's see what's going on in here."
That's when I noticed that they were all turned and looking at something.
Like a show.
There was even a bench that a few people were sitting on.
Watching the fat dude. With the ropes.
The thing is, it wasn't like he was a particularly good looking fat dude. I don't even think that he was a fat dude in a costume. But he did have a rope.
He was a fat dude with rope.
Which he was tying around the chest of some random woman.
Um, huh?
Apparently, the chubby boyscout wasn't practicing a hitch knot. Instead, he was in the middle of some kind of weird erotic binding thing. Erotic binding? That's a real thing? You mean I could have been tying up chicks with my shoe laces and they would have gotten off on it? Really?
But there they were. The fat man and the bound babe. And she was all smiles. The guy was blabbering away about technique and knots and pressure. I was kinda half listening and half staring at the whips on the wall. Every once in a while, he would stop droning on about all the amazing things that he could do with the rope and switch over to a switch. Or whip. Or whatever else some other woman had in her hand in the room that he would tell her about. He may have been large, but the guy had an eagle eye for what the women in the room were doing around him.
"So, like I was saying, you don't want to make the rope too tight around the chest. It's meant to caress and not . . . oh, I see that you're looking at my cat-o-nine tails. Yes, well, you don't want to strike too hard on the skin and leave a mark or seriously hurt someone. Instead, it is just a soft swipe with the leather ends. Just enough to bring a tingle of pain and pleasure."
Seriously? This guy was like the Pied Piper of torture toys. The four of us watched him work for a bit. Tying and explaining. And all these women were eating it up. They were staring at him all goggle-eyed and waiting on his every word. Just about at the time that I thought that Anne and Andrea were getting bored with the guy, Anne suddenly volunteered to be his next, um, participant? Guest? Tied up woman?
Huh?
Now this creepy looking doof is staring at her like she would make a welcome addition to his kill pit ("It puts the lotion in the basket!") and Anne is stepping forward so that he can tie her up? Oh, sorry. I mean take part in some erotic binding.
Why hadn't Anne ever said anything to me about tying her up? I mean, we had played with some silk scarves a few years back, but I never thought that she was this, ah, hardcore about this kind of fantasy. Heck, I could get out the garden hose, an extension cord and a kite string and we could have a hell of a time!
But I had nothing on this schlub. He was working the rope around Anne's chest. Talking to her the whole time. Explaining why he was putting the rope here and tightening it there. I noticed that she was getting a bit flushed as he wound the length around her large breasts. He was like the fucking rope-whisperer of something.
Should I be taking notes? Practicing? Did anyone have a camera so I could take a few shots of the knots to try at home? I felt completely out of place. I had to get out of there. Instead of a fun time, it felt more like I was at a college lecture. You know, the class that you haven't been to all semester and now its time for the final? Everyone else was watching the guy tie up my wife with intense interest and suddenly I'm worried about failing a fucking college class.
Fuck!
I need to do something else. Think, man! Think about something else!
I decided to look over at Andrea in her little school girl outfit.
She was cute.
I wondered what she would say if I started running my hands up and down her back, slowing moving towards her chest. Perhaps bending her over the little bench, pushing her skirt up, pulling down her little white panties and pushing my cock right into her.
Man, that would be fun.
And you know what? I wouldn't need any ropes to do it.
Andrea looked over at me and smiled. I wonder if she knew what I was imagining doing to her?
