Living together brought us satisfactions that unattached singles can never even imagine. When she knows me down to the core but still wants me, it's infinitely more satisfying. But after a few months the fantasies began to return, the edgy excitement of the forbidden. Colleen brought them up first. Instead of retiring to our bedroom for our evening fuck that had become routine, a great pleasure but still routine, she stripped for me in the living room. Knowing how much she likes to display her body, I encouraged her. My high-rise apartment has a big picture window that opens out to another building across the street, so there's just a chance that someone saw us, and she knew it. I took her on the rug - or maybe she took me. She wound up sitting on me right next to the window, pounding up and down, boobs flying. Perhaps it was the hardness of the floor, or the cool draft, or just the novelty, but our simultaneous climax was so intense that she fell forward onto me as both of us nearly blacked out. All the world, past and future, disappeared, swallowed in an overwhelming present of carnal contact. Afterward Colleen turned my head, tugged on my earlobe and whispered, "I was imagining us doing that at a club. With other people watching."
"You've already done that. Remember Jake's?"
"I want to forget Jake's. That's over. But I know where we can fuck for an audience and feel good about it."
"You mean we'd do a sex show at some dive? I don't think I..."
"No, no, there's no entertainment there. It's actually at your friend John's E-club. Some nights he rents out the whole place to a swingers' club, so they can hold orgies. It's members only. At first it seems like a normal night club, everybody has their clothes on, then the master of ceremonies has the guests do outrageous things, and before you know it there's the most wonderful sex going on everywhere. If we go there, I warn you, I'll probably wind up having sex with other men. But you'll get to have other women, if you want. I wouldn't mind, I'd want you to enjoy it."
"You really wouldn't mind?"
"Well, I don't want you falling in love with anybody, but I'm feeling those urges again. Remember my big sexual appetite? And I promise I won't fall in love with anybody, even if a dozen guys get inside me in one night."
"You'd let yourself get gang-banged?"
"No, silly, I wouldn't let myself, I'd invite each one, I'd be in charge. If there's one thing you've taught me, it's that sex doesn't need to involve humiliation. I want, no, I need that sexual high - the thrill that I can only get from guys penetrating me with their cocks, hard and raw. A lot of guys. Don't worry, you'll be one of them, you'll be the main one, but you won't be the only one. And I want to see you fuck other girls, I'd revel in your masculinity, your power. I'd even hold your cock for you and slide it into another girl."
"This all sounds totally unreal, a little depraved, but - God it's exciting."
I was hard again, sooner than usual, imagining Colleen watching me with other women. I stood her lithe body naked, her hands against the window facing outward, and scratched her hard nipples from behind. We glimpsed a couple in an apartment across the street, a floor above us, openly watching. I entered Colleen from behind; despite our previous activity she was tight, the new excitement contracting her vaginal muscles, but she was also drenched. I slid in and out of that wet-tight pussy with a new intensity, knowing that strangers were watching, and that soon we would give others a much better show. Their voyeuristic excitement would add to our carnal lust.
A week later we approached the E-club, ready for the exposure and activities Colleen craved. She explained, "At first it'll seem like an ordinary club. There's some alcohol, but most of the people, men and women, don't need alcohol to loosen up. They're already ready. I've only been here once for the orgy night, but boy, it was a rush."
At the door we met John again; one of the fringe benefits of owning the club, he explained, was that he would get invited to these events, even though he wasn't involved in organizing anything. That fell to the swingers' organization. He explained, "At eight they lock the doors, and a few minutes later the master of ceremonies starts the show. They lock up to keep other people from coming in, even members, after the sexual buildup starts. Officially the club is closed then, so we can get around certain laws, but I don't think anyone has tested that. At least I hope not. You have to do whatever the master of ceremonies asks, and in exchange I promise you'll have sexual experiences like you can't imagine."
At the entrance a businesslike older woman explained the rules, verified our membership and our health records, and charged us an outrageous fee. She also checked our coats and cell phones for us. In the bar near the entrance the tables were arranged in the shape of a horseshoe, surrounding a floor that was empty except for a few knee-high boxes padded on the top. We still had about half an hour before the doors would close, as we found our assigned spot at one end of the horseshoe. There were still a few empty tables, most them seating four, all facing toward the center. A couple was already seated at our table. Colleen broke the ice: "Hi, it looks like we're sharing a table. You two look like you'll have some fun here."
I could see what she meant. The guy looked like a prosperous executive, the tall-dark-and-handsome type that every woman seems to want, well-dressed in an expensive dark suit with leather trim. The square jaw, confident demeanor, and faultless hair with just a hint of gray were all there. But there was also a touch of mischief in his eyes, a glint of adventure. His companion, the classic trophy wife, looked out from behind lots of blond hair cascading everywhere, a cherubic face with big lips and laughing blue-green eyes. Her obviously tailored dress hugged her body, black with bejeweled borders. Its top consisted only of two lengths of sheer cloth, nearly see-through but not quite, that tied behind her neck, leaving her backless and nearly frontless, her generous boobs pushed together and bulging out on both sides. A body to die for. We could see the outlines of her nipples.
Everyone shook hands and exchanged names and pleasantries, but immediately the talked turned to the theme of the evening. Colleen confessed, "This is Brad's first time here, so I expect we'll be asked to fuck in front of everybody. I can't wait, he has a perfect dick and he knows how to use it."
This wasn't the language I expected from Colleen, but this wasn't the usual situation either. It should have seemed crude, but it came out delightfully direct. Our companions weren't offended. Hunter, our executive friend, observed that we didn't come here just to fuck each other - we could do that at home. Colleen responded, "But here other people will be watching. That makes it so much more exciting and daring. I don't know why, but I've always loved exhibiting myself."
Cheryl, the trophy, interrupted. "I know what you mean. We're into that too."
Sensing an opportunity I broke in, "Cheryl, I can't wait to see those amazing boobs of yours naked, and your cunt with a man stuffed in it." She shivered, but looked me in the eye.
Colleen was wearing a silky white blouse with a low-cut scoop top, of course without a bra. Leaning over the table and turning left and right, she let our companions peek underneath. Not much skin was revealed, but a woman willing to show herself was definitely revealed. Both of our companions looked, not hesitant to peer down a woman's blouse. "You have lovely tits, Colleen," Hunter commented. "But I'm sure we'll see a lot more than that tonight."
Colleen turned to me and cooed, so that we all could hear, "He likes my tits, dear. Isn't that sweet? He'll have some fun with them later."
I asked, perhaps naively, "Why do we need an MC? Couldn't we just start enjoying each others' bodies right now?"
