"My husband doesn't decide who I fuck," Julia told the man firmly after he asked her if her husband was as open-minded as the other men here, if he allowed her to be with other men. "I am the one who determines who gets this pussy," she said, coming straight to the point."So if you're going to ask someone for the use of it, that would be me."
He smiled and nodded his head. "Of course," he said, hearing clearly her attitude on the matter. "Then I am asking. What do you think? Do I stand a chance?" She leaned in and gave him a peck on the cheek.
"A chance, yes. Maybe slim, but a chance," she said with a slight grin. "With me you have to prove you are worthy," she added with a smile.
"Your husband seems happily occupied with Cheryl, Dan's wife," he said, nodding towards the other side of the room.
"He is. He likes her. I like her. She is a wonderful piece of ass," she said unashamed of being so blunt. "She also gives good head. My husband has told me. Other men have told me. We are free here to be with who we choose to be," she told him. "To be with a woman here you have to prove yourself," she said.
"And how do I do that?" he asked.
"By being honest, and by making yourself desirable. By showing the women here you can be trusted," she said. "We have to pick you," she told him. "We don't fuck phonies. Prove yourself to be a real man, a trustworthy man, then you stand a chance of fucking one of us. If you don't, then you stand no chance. Just don't try to charm us. We don't react well to charmers," she said with a guileless grin. "Be yourself, let us get to know you. You had to be invited here," she said. "So you should know what we do here. Who invited you?" she asked.
"Cheryl and Dan asked me to come," he said.
"That's a good endorsement," she said nodding. "They are a great couple," she said. "Good people. As you can see my husband is fond of Cheryl." He nodded and smiled. "She also cares for him."
"Of course they told you about our guidelines here, right?" He said they had, although he wanted to just make sure, that is why he asked about her husband's attitude. "I almost didn't believe them."
"Let us get to know you: dance, chat, visit, make friends with us," she advised. "Don't rush it. Just relax and enjoy yourself here."
Later that night they met again in the social room. "Would you care to dance?" he asked her. "I'd love to," she said putting out her hand. "The fact that you said you came here at the suggestion of Cheryl and Dan helps. They are a delightful couple," she said. He agreed as they began to dance. Julia leaned against him and put the side of her head against his chest.
"I have taken your suggestion and I have met what seem like nice people," he said.
"Do you like to soak?" she asked. He said he loved it, and she then asked if he would like to join her in the hot tub. "We can get towels in the changing room, leave your clothes there. We are a clothing optional resort," she said. "If you don't mind being nude with me," she said with a grin.
"That I would love even more than the soak," he said, motioning for her to lead him to the hot tub.
She had decided she liked him. He was easy to talk to, not hard to look at, and had a nice set of 'bedroom eyes.' After a few minutes of getting to know him, talking about sports, some politics--which she was relieved to find they agreed on--and their academic backgrounds. They had chatted for a while, then she leaned over and let him know she was feeling comfortable with him by placing a kiss on his lips.
He returned the kiss and thanked her. "You're welcome," she said with a sigh. "Would you like to see the couples' room?" she asked. Without answering he put out his hand and she took it, stepping out of the water and taking his arm. Then she led him into the house, drying one another with the towels before going inside. They walked naked, side by side, into the house.
They went right to the "couples room" and stood in the doorway for a second, kissing before going inside. After leaving the hot tub she had put on a thin, transparent shift and she tossed it to the side as she stepped to the bed. He placed his hand on her hip and kissed her before she stretched out on her back on the bed, holding her hands up to him, imploring him to join her.
There were numerous mattresses on the floor, spread out with a small walkway between each one, most were occupied, two people on each one. He and Julia found one that wasn't occupied, then they stretched out on it and molded together into a heated embrace with her opening her legs for him and arching her back to meet the thrusts of his hips. He entered her with one quick push, sinking deep in her pussy.
There on the mattress in the couples room, he fucked her like a seasoned veteran of the swingers group, pushing repeatedly as deep as the length of his penis would go into her vagina. She moaned and encouraged him with her sighs. The new guest named Matt fucked his new friend with an eagerness that kept her coming and pushing her hips up to meet the force of his passion. She called out to heaven, loving the screwing she was getting. "Oh, Matt," she yelled, calling out his name, repeating it over and over.
When he came with a rush, she scooted around and took his cock into her mouth and milked him fervently, swallowing as much as she could catch. A few couples on other mattresses turned to watch them as she eagerly sucked his cock. When they were spent and resting, trying to regain their breath, he asked if she knew where her husband was.
"I just hope he had as much fun as I did," she said as she fought to get her normal breathing back. As she regained her strength he asked how long they had been members there. "For about five years," she replied.
"That's a lot of different men," he said. Quietly she nodded. "He doesn't mind you fucking that many different men?" She said that was the same number of women for him. "And you don't mind?"
"We feel sex is just recreation. Something fun we like to do," she said quietly. "It is not love. It is not what we married for."
"I am glad you didn't," he said. "I enjoyed that."