Time for a Change
After several years making regular visits to our favourite swingers club in Manchester, Liz and I had built up a select group of regulars who understood the things that turn us both on.
The people we knew were great and we would often play together, but the stream of new single men seemed to be drying up. One of the single guys said it was due to a change of ownership and the new boss wanting more couples-only action. This was driving the single guys away. Prices had also gone up for single guys, which was another restriction many weren't putting up with.
We would find ourselves struggling to find any real action at all. We both had a taste for the gangbangs now and, while the odd guy on his own could be fun, it was hard for even the biggest of cocks to measure up.
It was on one of our last trips to Manchester that we bumped into a new acquaintance who sent us in a different direction.
It was about halfway through the evening on this particular session. Liz had done a bit of fooling around with random guys, but it wasn't anything to go wild about.
We went for a wander around the club and decided to have a couple of minutes in the sauna. For those who have been in a proper sauna, you will know that it isn't somewhere you spend too long. We were just about to leave for a cool down when a promising candidate came and joined us.
Liz decided to shed all clothing, giving him a beaming smile and leaving him in no doubt that she was available to him. He smiled and introduced himself as Wayne.
Once the introductions were over, we really were overheating.
"Fancy a shower to cool off, Liz? Wayne asked. Liz threw her crumpled outfit to me and kicked off her stiletto heels.
"Sounds like a great idea." she replied.
The showers were just opposite the sauna and Liz and Wayne were straight in there. He had one of the biggest, fattest flaccid cocks I had ever seen, and trust me, I've seen quite a few!
They wasted no time soaping each other up and I watched in awe as Wayne's cock started to respond. By the time he was fully erect it was a sight to behold. As they rinsed off and dried, Wayne asked,
"Do you want to find a room?"
Liz leaned forward, giving his big cock a kiss and said,
"You can take me anywhere you want."
I love it when my wife couples with another guy and I become the spare part. Wayne is a nice guy and he was mindful of this. I reassured him that I was enjoying everything as much as either of them and he seemed to relax a bit more.
Liz led Wayne, by the cock, to a downstairs playroom with a viewing window. The room had a double bed, which was wall-to-wall, with just standing room at the foot of the bed. Wayne was going to lock us all in, but I decided to stand outside and watch through the window.
Wayne was a considerate lover and, despite having such a big cock, he spent a long time working on Liz with his hands and tongue. I saw her cum a couple of times before he even tried to enter her.
By this time the two of them had drawn an audience and I found myself being gradually edged away from the viewing window. Several guys had their cocks out and they were wanking themselves off at the sight of my wife taking Wayne's big cock.
Liz told me later, she was a bit scared when she saw his full length and felt how hard he got. She said that with him taking lots of time to get her ready and being gentle on entry, she took his whole length without much effort. Not much hope for my little member, I thought.
The two of them built up quite a good rhythm. Wayne was clearly an experienced lover. He had a big cock, but he wasn't trying to split Liz in two, he really was doing his best to pleasure her.
Something else, which I had never really considered, was colour contrast. Wayne was of African or West Indian descent (I haven't asked him, so I don't know). The difference in colour meant that even from a bit of a distance, I could see every thrust. I watched as he withdrew his cock. It seemed to go on forever. Then he would slowly push it back in. I could see light reflecting off their combined juices.
One of the guys outside the room started to cum in his hand and he moved aside. I tried to get closer again, but as quickly as he stepped away, the swelling audience filled in the gaps. I couldn't get near to even watch my own wife fucking another man. My little cock was standing to humiliated attention and I took the opportunity to wank myself to climax, like the other guy had done.
Once I'd cleaned myself off, I decided to leave Liz, Wayne and their audience to it. I made my way upstairs and had a couple of games of Pool with some of the regulars. After about thirty more minutes, Wayne and Liz emerged, clearly glowing after a really good session.
We had a couple of games of Pool together and Wayne told us about another club that he was switching to. Apparently it had a bmfc night (Black Man's Fan Club) once a month, which he always tried to attend. We had never heard of this type of event before, but it did sound like an opportunity for lots of single men to pleasure Liz.
When we got home, I was all over the Internet, researching the club and the bmfc nights Wayne had told us about.
The club was in Chorley, near a railway line. I guessed whoever had set this club up had thought of everything they could to make it easy for their regulars to attend.
The bmfc had a website, which publicised up-coming events. In order to attend you had to either be a member of the club, or a registered member of the bmfc. We could register as bmfc members online, so that's the option we went for.
Getting ready for that night was awesome. Liz and I had great sex in the lead-up to the event. I could never make her cum with my tiny cock, but I licked her to lots of orgasms, as we talked about what might come to pass.
Liz also teased me mercilessly about the big cocks she was going to enjoy. Sometimes she would make me put on one of my body stockings, while she wanked me off, reminding me that the bmfc real men wouldn't be humiliating themselves like that. She really knows how to push my buttons and I would regularly spit my pathetic bit of cum on her beautifully manicured hands.
Liz had now taken control of my stocking wearing. She had even been online and bought more embarrassing outfits for me to wear, like a maid's outfit and a sexy, white pvc nurse uniform with matching pvc gloves. She kept the outfits in a locked cabinet, so that I had to ask for them, or wait to be told to put one on. This somehow heightened the eroticism. I loved not being in control of events and Liz knew it.
When the night came, we had our usual afternoon of retail therapy then headed for the hotel. It was a short drive to the club, but we both wanted to drink, so I ordered a taxi.
In Manchester, the taxi drivers were really relaxed and chatty. They would ask questions about what went on in the club, or say that they had been a few times. It was very different in Chorley. The driver positively recoiled when I said where we wanted to go. The drive over there was silent and tense, but strangely erotic to someone who finds sexual fun in being embarrassed. Liz could tell I liked the feeling and she discreetly rubbed my cock through my trousers until I had a little hard on.
When we got there, the cabby took his money and drove off as quickly as possible. We were left in an empty street with a car park and railway track behind us and old, brick built industrial buildings in front of us. There was no real signage to see, so we followed the loud music to a large white door. I opened the door and we stepped into a sort of empty reception room with another door at the other end. This door was locked and it had a camera above it. I pressed a buzzer to the side of the door and heard the clunk as the door was remotely unlocked.
We stepped inside and Liz led the way up a short flight of stairs to a reception area. We were warmly greeted and asked for our names, to check off on the guest list. We paid our fees and we were shown into the club by a charming lady wearing a see through mini dress.
She asked us if we had been before and when we said no, she gave us a tour of the club and went through some of the rules. The main rules were, dress down after 10pm, no means no or you will be out on your ear, and fuck anyone with their consent, anywhere in the club. I was listening, but I was being slightly distracted. Her perky nipples were hardening with the rubbing they were getting from the fabric of her outfit. She saw me looking and smiled.
"You were listening to those rules, weren't you, Dave? she joked.
