Author's Note: This story has been submitted for the
Literotica Nude Day Story Contest 2024
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"Can't decide on a costume? You won't need one here! Announcing Our 25th Annual Nude Halloween Extravaganza!
"Live DJ! Contests and Giveaways! BYOB. Private Rooms & Lockers. Couples & Singles welcome! Reserve your tickets now!"
Brenda stared at the online ad for several long minutes.
It was the last thing she'd expected to come up in her feed when she'd done her simple Google search:
"Halloween events near me."
She was just glad she'd searched on her cellphone during her break, and not on the company PC. She certainly didn't need HR finding that in her history. Especially considering the images of scantily clad women that featured heavily along with the advert for the upcoming party.
Brenda had never been to a swingers club before. Never even considered swinging. She'd married young, while still in college. Dan had been a good guy, at least back then. While never very adventurous, the sex had been fine. Great in fact. At least up until they'd both gotten jobs and the reality of juggling careers and marriage had kicked in.
It quickly became an all too familiar tale: the growing distance, the fights, the contradictory goals for their lives and future together.
When Brenda discovered that Dan had been cheating on her with a sex worker, she'd quietly packed her bags and gone to stay with her mother.
The divorce had been quick and relatively painless; other than the house they'd lived in, they'd had very few shared assets. Brenda had eventually sold the house, found an affordable apartment and moved on with her life.
Her first order of business had been a beach getaway vacation, one she and Dan had already planned and paid for when she'd thought there was still a ghost of a chance at saving their relationship. Just before everything had gone to hell and proven her wrong.
Despite the still fresh, bitter sting of the divorce, Brenda had enjoyed herself immensely on that trip, and had even engaged in some light exhibitionism that had drawn the attention of a lovely older man named Paul.
Brenda often recalled the fond memories of those long nights she'd spent with Paul during that week; usually while using her favorite vibrator.
Eventually of course, their time together drew to a close, and while they'd both enjoyed each other's company, they'd also recognized it for what it was; a satisfying but temporary fling. And so they'd parted ways amicably, with half hearted promises to "stay in touch."
Upon returning home, Brenda concentrated on her career, foregoing any kind of social life. But now she was looking to get out, go somewhere, do something, anything, to break free from the monotony.
And Halloween was just around the corner. It had always been her favorite holiday, and for a very special reason: it was also her birthday. And this coming one would mark her 31st. What better excuse to get a little crazy, right?
Still, up until the moment the ad appeared on the screen, she'd never considered anything even remotely as wild as a swingers club. She'd heard about them, of course. But she really didn't know anything about what actually happened there. Other than that people met up for sex, obviously.
Brenda eyed the ad one last time, memorizing the name of the club, The Purple Orchid, before closing the browser window. Her break was almost over, time to get back to work. But she was definitely intrigued enough that she'd decided it warranted more investigation when she got home.
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Brenda stood in front of the full length mirror and contemplated both her body and her attire.
"Am I really going through with this?"
After doing some research on swingers clubs in general, and The Purple Orchid in particular, Brenda had purchased her discounted "single female" ticket online.
She still had no idea what she wanted from this experience, but at least now she knew what to expect. While most people went to these types of places to hook up with other partners, there was no obligation to do so. Many went just to observe, or to have sex only with their partner while others watched, etc.
The most important thing to Brenda was that she felt secure, and the club rules stated explicitly there was a "No Means No" policy, strictly enforced. No one was allowed to touch anyone without consent, and attendees were under no obligation to engage in anything they were not comfortable with. She didn't even have to get naked if she didn't want to.
A quick trip to a Halloween shop on the way home from work had netted her one standard Sexy Witch costume. Because despite the "costumes optional" disclaimer, she'd still need SOMETHING to wear, at least while en route to the club.
It wasn't much to speak of, really. A short, tight black dress, low cut over the chest with a lattice of straps across her modest cleavage. The hem of the dress ended just below her ass and tended to ride up every time she bent or turned. Brenda wasn't sure how she felt about that, but had decided the worst that could happen is she'd wind up flashing some butt cheek. She'd done that before, on the beach trip, and it had given her a thrill.
Besides, a little light exhibitionism would be next to nothing compared to what some women there would probably be displaying.
Long bell sleeves with a jagged edge reminiscent of bat wings hung from her arms. A vinyl witch hat and faux leather lace up boots completed the ensemble.
Brenda had added some make up; dark black eyeliner, some rouge for her cheeks, fake eyelashes and ruby red lipstick. The costume had come with a long black wig, but she ditched it in favor of simply wearing her own naturally dark blonde hair.
All in all, nothing all that unique, or spectacular. Cute? Sure, for a basic Halloween party, perhaps. Sexy? In that generic 'Off The Shelf' way, maybe. There'd be women there in far more revealing outfits. But Brenda had chosen this particular costume for a more practical yet risqué reason: the ease of which it came off.
Because she was seriously considering getting naked.
She still had a hard time believing she was even thinking about it. Brenda hadn't even felt comfortable in her bikini on the beach, at least not at first.
It's not that she was ashamed of her body, per say. She'd stayed in good shape, ate healthy, did yoga and went for regular walks.
Her breasts were decently sized, and while they hadn't yet started to sag, they weren't quite as perky as they used to be.
Then there was her ass; nice and round and pleasantly plump. But with a hint of cellulite that wouldn't go away no matter how much she exercised.
Still, overall she still felt she was attractive. Not a stunner, but she could still turn some heads. She'd proved that to herself on that vacation.
And yet doubts crept in. Brenda wasn't sure what mortified her more; the idea of being naked in a room full of strangers, or the possibility they'd completely ignore her.
Her plan was simple. Show up, feel the place out, have a few drinks and go from there. If it was too weird, too crazy, or too humiliating, she could always just bail and go get shit faced at a bar somewhere.
With butterflies in her stomach, Brenda grabbed her keys, her purse and the bottle of her favorite wine and headed out the door to catch her Uber.
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The Purple Orchid was already pretty crowded by the time Brenda arrived. The first thing to strike her as she entered the club was how clean it was.
The second was the variety of people. While there were plenty on the younger side, there were also quite a few middle aged couples, of all shapes and sizes.
She was surprised most of the patrons were still clothed, although many, especially the women, barely so. While there were costumes all around, there were many simply dressed in a wide variety of lingerie.
The music was another surprise; instead of the usual techno club stuff she'd expected, the DJ was playing a wide variety of classics from the 70s, 80s and 90s. Much more her style.
Brenda checked her bottle of wine with the bartender, an adorable topless redhead, then took a seat to the side of the wide, spacious dance floor. She wanted to observe the crowd while she drank her first glass of the evening to steady her nerves.
It was mostly couples she noticed. Very few single men, even fewer single women. Although there was so much interaction between people on the floor it was tough to tell who was with who.
While the men mostly remained clothed, the women were losing theirs quickly. Especially after a few jumped up on the platform off to the side with a dancers pole and started a strip-off.
Brenda watched as a buxom older woman bumped and grinded up against a young petite blonde probably half her age.
A crowd quickly gathered around them as their antics continued, both women already bare down to their panties; large, mature breasts mashed up against tiny, perky boobs as the two women danced playfully together.
Brenda felt her own nipples stiffen as she watched. Part of her wanted to join in on the action; to strip off her costume and gyrate her naked body in front of the excited crowd.
But she wasn't quite ready for that just yet. Instead, she asked the bartender to top off her drink, then decided to explore the club further.
Adjacent to the dance hall was another section, filled with couches and cushioned chairs laid out in a circular pattern. There were small tables as well, many stacked with towels and washcloths. Brenda didn't need to speculate too much on what they'd be used for.
Several couples reclined on the couches, and her eyes were quickly drawn to one in particular; a thick brunette sprawled out on her back, legs open wide, her hairy pussy quite openly revealed as her man fingered her beneath her short Naughty Nurse costume. Her head rested on his lap. His cock was of course out and fully erect as she casually stroked him.
Brenda caught both their eyes as she moved by and saw a welcoming glimmer in them. She returned their smiles but kept moving, towards the rear of the club.
