Two other couples sat near us, the women stroking their men, the men rubbing the tits and clits of their partners, while my willing wife sucked my cock deep and slow. Her fingers and chin, my balls, wet with her spit, glistened in the dim light and the images from the widescreen TV.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Lee," I whispered, wrapping her auburn pigtails in my hands.
I gazed with affection upon my goddess in her schoolgirl outfit, her full, D-cup breasts spilling from her half-buttoned white blouse, her ass barely concealed by the red plaid pleated skirt, her feet shod in black patent-leather mary janes with pink hearts on the tops.
It was only our second visit to this popular and exclusive swingers club. In fact, we'd agonized about returning because our first experience exceeded all of our expectations. Why go back and let a lack-luster night taint the memory of our first time?
But, after trying unsuccessfully to get pregnant for several months, we realized that we needed to change scenes, that we had to get naughty and remember how nasty and pervy we could be together.
Like the first visit, we adhered to our strict soft swing rules: We wouldn't touch anyone or let anyone touch us. We were there to watch and immerse ourselves in the erotic, sexually charged environment. Neither of us could stomach the thought of sharing the other with someone else – but we were perfectly happy to fuck, suck, and play around other people who were doing the same.
We liked the sound of people sharing their bodies, moaning and grunting, begging for more, demanding it faster or harder. We enjoyed the sight of hard cocks disappearing into wet mouths, soft thighs wrapped around thrusting heads and hips, and tongues sliding in and over wet cunts.
After the orientation, conversation about "the lifestyle" with two other couples during dinner, and a few glasses of lush red wine, we relaxed into the atmosphere, feeling aroused and liberated. We danced a few songs on the humid, overcrowded dance floor. Later, while receiving therapeutic massages near a crackling fire, our excitement grew while a woman upstairs expressed her enthusiasm for the vigorous fuck she was getting.
My wife and I recognized each other's kinky nature early on, and we later confessed to one another our curiosity about the club. I told her about my fantasies of fucking her in front of other couples, horny couples who wanted to join in but could only observe, both the men and the women wishing to discover how she felt and tasted, appreciating with their eyes the exquisite curves and succulent places I savored with my hands, mouth, and cock.
And there I was, my dream come true.
"I'm going to cum on you, honey," I whispered to Lee. "Do you want my cum?"
Lee looked up at me with her sparkling green eyes. "Mm hmm," she hummed, her mouth clamped tightly onto the head of my cock.
"Tell me you want it," I instructed. Lee pulled away from my drenched cock, a shining string of spit stretching from her bottom lip to the hand she gripped me with.
"I want your cum, honey. I want you to cum all over me," she pleaded.
In the club's movie room, my succulent slut bobbed and drooled on my cock, twisting her agile fingers over and around the slick length of my shaft. Her lush breasts pressed across my thighs, and I encouraged my wife to suck me deeper and faster by thrusting my hips toward her face.
The couples around us breathed, sighed, and groaned low in their throats, watching and masturbating one another in a rhythm that matched ours.
