They had talked of going to a swing club several times, but tonight they had decided to actually do it. He had spent time looking at swing club directories on the Internet and had discovered that there was one located within a 3 hour drive of where they lived. He had been surprised, in fact, at just how many websites he had found for such groups. Apparently, they were not alone in their curiosity.
The idea of watching other people have sex had always appealed to them and they had discussed what it would be like to be watched by others as well. He sometimes would fantasize when they were together that they were on a kind of a stage while other people watched. He imagined the other men, and women, becoming aroused at seeing his wife’s full breasts flushed with arousal as he licked and sucked her nipples. Then he would kiss his way down her body until he was between her legs and when she gasped as his tongue touched her there for the first time, he imagined that he could hear women in the audience gasp slightly as well. As his tongue would explore her wetness and her body would begin to quiver, he would hear the sounds of rustling clothing and soft sighs and moans coming from the group of people who were becoming aroused as they watched. He would imagine them touching each other and the air would become charged with a sexual tension. When at last his tongue pushed her over the edge and she cried out, in his mind, he would hear other women experiencing their own pleasure.
By this time, he would be so excited that he would get on his knees between her legs and sink himself into her exquisite wetness and in the fantasy they would all be watching breathlessly as his cock disappeared and then reemerged glistening with her essence. Unable to restrain themselves any longer the others would fall on one another and the room would be filled with the sounds and scents of passion and fulfillment and his own orgasm would overtake him and shake his body as she cried out again and they would hold each other tightly until the tremors passed and they were trembling in one another’s arms.
At least that was the way it always went in his fantasies. He honestly had no idea what might actually happen at the club. They had talked at length about what they would like to experience and, more importantly, what they did not want to have happen. While the idea of watching and being watched and even some touching and being touched by others appealed to them, neither of them had ever had intercourse with anyone else and they agreed that that was a line they would not cross. That was something they had given each other many years ago and was an intimacy that belonged exclusively to them. They realized that such a notion might be viewed as particularly strange in the atmosphere of a swing club but, if everything he had read about the lifestyle was true, other people would respect their decision. Besides there were still many things that could be fun if everyone involved agreed.
At any rate, after all the discussions and all the fantasies, here they were preparing to visit a club for the first time. They had driven to the area earlier that day and had checked into a hotel. Neither of them said much as they readied themselves. Both of them were quietly contemplating what the evening might bring. He watched her standing in front of the mirror, brushing her hair. She had just stepped from the shower and slight wisps of steam still rose from her naked body. She was so incredibly beautiful. Her breasts were naturally large and full and the voluptuousness of her body made his pulse quicken. He knew that she worried about the way she looked but in the 20 years they had been together his desire for her had only grown stronger. The pleasures her soft curves had brought him were something that he craved and would never ever get enough of. Looking at her and imagining others taking in her beauty, especially when she was aroused, caused a stirring in him and he was tempted to take her in his arms right then and lose himself in those sweet pleasures, but he resisted and thought again of what might happen tonight.
He had never imagined that any woman would give herself over to the joy of sex as much as she did. She would abandon herself to it and her ability to orgasm repeatedly never ceased to amaze and fascinate him. Sometimes he would become so caught up in making her cum that she would have to plead with him to stop so she could breathe. He never tired of seeing her aroused and was convinced that it would be just as exciting for others to see as well. In fact, he wanted others to see her and he hoped that it would happen at the club.
When they were ready they walked to the car and he held the door open for her. She slid into the seat and he admired the flash of her legs as she rearranged her skirt. It was a light breezy skirt and she had perfectly complemented it with a blouse that was cut low in the front to reveal her creamy cleavage. He went around and got in the car and started the engine. Turning his head so that he could back out, he noticed again the swell of her breasts and imagined the possibility that he would be undressing her and revealing her to other admiring eyes.
They drove through the night, talking quietly and holding hands and soon they were at their destination. He parked the car and got out to open her door for her. Their eyes met and he took her hand. “I love you,” he said and she smiled and kissed him. It was a soft, moist kiss that they lingered over for a moment. He could feel her excitement in her lips and in her body and knew that it matched his own.