It had been a week since my friend Emily and I had experienced one of the most exciting nights of our lives, a night when we visited a local swinger's club. The week finally passed but it felt more like a month because all I could think about, every minute of each day was going back. Emily had told me that night, when I dropped her off at her apartment that I was to call her the following weekend so we could go back for more. The entire week, flashbacks of Emily having sex with a couple we met that night ran through my mind continuously. I found I was now consumed to discover what she wanted to do for an encore.
Unfortunately, we both had to work Friday night making Saturday the day I nervously called her. My palms were sweating as I held the phone waiting for her to pick up the phone. I was concerned that she might have had a change of heart as the week passed with thoughts of regret about what she had done that night at the club. My heart raced when I heard her soft voice answer the phone.
"So, are you ready for another adventure?" I asked, fighting to keep my voice from cracking with anxiety.
"I was wondering when you were going to call. I've been thinking about what happened last weekend all week. I was afraid you might have felt guilty and decide not to call" She said this with a tone that was expecting me to say I couldn't go.
She couldn't be more wrong.
"Are you kidding? All I can think about is seeing you lying on your back with your legs around Jim as he was fucking you! You have no idea how exciting that was to watch!! That and thinking about you playing with a woman for the first time that night, too. You have no idea how much that meant to me, you letting me watch you." Saying this was an understatement.
"I don't know if I would ever have done what happened that night without you being there. It was incredible what happened and I have you to thank for that. It was such a rush!" I could hear the excitement in her voice; I sensed that visions of that pleasurable night were going through her head.
"So, I guess you are ready to go back?" I asked, excitedly.
"Yes!" This was all she said, all she needed to say. My heart raced faster.
"I was hoping you would say that!" I paused a brief moment than said, "I'm curious though, I know a lot of things happened that night but is there anything that stands out for you?"
She paused a minute, thinking. Then said, "I think when I came while being on top of him. Feeling Sasha touch me while fucking her husband was too much. I haven't got off that hard in a long time."
If I had been touching myself when she said that, I could have cum right then and there.
She continued, "But, even though it was stupid of me not to wear a condom, as we drove home that night I loved feeling his cum running out of me. I was so turned-on when he fucked me that last time; I wanted to feel him get off inside me. I shouldn't have done it, but I don't regret it either. I loved feeling that!!"
"Humph!!" I groaned loudly. I loved hearing that she enjoyed feeling it as much as I enjoyed watching.
"So, have you had any fantasies or desires that you've thought about this week? Things you would want to happen for real?" I asked anxiously.
"Yeah!" She paused a few second, then said, "I want more!"
She never elaborated specifically on what 'more' was. As had happened last week, my curiosity heightened. However, before I could explore the issue any further, she abruptly said, "Pick me up at eleven tonight! Okay?"
"I'll see you at eleven!"
As I hung up the phone, I couldn't believe how lucky I was. I stood in the middle of my living room, shaking my fists in the air as if my favorite team had just made the winning score in the Super Bowl.
The hours passing until 11:00 PM hit felt like an eternity. It was a sense of relief when I finally knocked on Emily's door to pick her up. She smiled warmly when she answered and as usual she looked lovely, her shoulder length, sandy blond hair falling to the side of her face. She had soft, lightly tanned skin wearing just a slight touch of make-up; not much needed because she had that type of attractiveness where little was needed in the first place.
As she did last weekend, she dressed conservatively wearing nice forming slacks that highlighted her perfect, tight little bottom. But, unlike last week when she wore a loose shirt that hid her features, tonight she wore a tightly fitting shirt that fully enhanced the subtle curvature of her natural breasts. A breast size that I knew from experience fit perfectly into the palms of a lucky person's hands. She had that 'girl next door' look, but unlike most 26-year-old women, she had a sexual appetite that could match or surpass any man she would ever meet.
The drive to the social club took us about 30 minutes. Once again, despite my being married and her being single, we played the loyal couple by holdings hands as we walked into the club. After paying the cashier, we immediately discovered that there were a lot more patrons present tonight compared to last week. We soon discovered why when we learned that this night happened to be the third anniversary of the club's existence. I was immediately intrigued when I heard this, hoping that this would mean more variable activities for Emily to choose from.
We walked to the juice bar for some drinks then sat down at an open table next to a large wooden floor, occupied by a number of people dancing. It was obvious as we moved that many sets of eyes had locked-in on Emily. Once again, she was one of the more attractive women in the club. Also, as we had found last week, the clientele consisted mostly of people in their late 40's and early 50's, causing her youth to obviously stand out as well. Although nobody stood out for us, we both agreed that there appeared to be more attractive people at the club tonight, which meant, perhaps, more favorable prospects for the night ahead.
We sat at the table working on our drinks for about thirty minutes, occasionally conversing with people who came by to exchange pleasantries. Just as she had the week earlier, Emily had a wonderful way of being charming but tactfully show disinterest if someone hitting on her wasn't very attractive. I knew Emily wasn't looking for Mr. GQ but she did have some limits, she wasn't going play with just anybody.
"Have you seen anybody that has got your eye?" I asked as I leaned into her so she could hear me over the music.
"There are a few cute people here and there." She said, leaning into me as well.
"A lot of these people look twenty or more years older then you, is that a turn-off?" I asked, curious.
She smiled and thought a moment. "No! If I thought they were attractive and nice I would consider it. As long as they didn't tell me I look like their daughter!"
I laughed. However, before I could ask her anything further, the song playing overhead ended and a man started to speak through a microphone. The man talking was an older gentleman and quickly introduced himself to the crowd as the owner of the social club, speaking for several minutes about the clubs history and how happy he was to have met such nice people over the years. He then expressed his gratitude to everyone for coming tonight, announcing that he had a special thank you for all of us.
Moving from the social area at the back of the club, I could see a man walking towards the dance floor. He was completely nude except for a safari hat on his head. I could see that he had a leather chain in his hand that was being pulled but I couldn't immediately see what was at the end of the leash, a table full of people obstructed my view. But soon, a surge of adrenaline shot through me when I saw what was attached to the end of that leash.
Attached at the end by a collar around her neck was a young woman, walking seductively on her hands and knees like a cat towards the dance floor. But, what made the scene exceedingly erotic was the fact that she was not only completely naked, her body and face had been artistically sprayed with body paint to make her look like a leopard. She wore fake ears in her hair; the only thing missing was a tail. Seeing her, the club soon fell completely silent.
With everyone's full attention, the man guided the woman to the center of the dance floor, luckily, directly in front of Emily and myself. He then stopped and we watched as the woman started rubbing her succulent body back and forth against the man's muscular legs, much like a house cat would display affection to it's master. While watching this incredible scene, there was no doubt that every penis in the club was becoming hard, every pussy becoming wet. I quickly looked over at Emily and saw that she was anxiously biting down on her lower lip as she watched.