Eleanor watched as Ray, her impromptu guide and savior in this strange new world knocked lightly at the closed door. She felt more than a bit like Alice in Wonderland. What rabbi hole had she fallen down when she agreed to her husband Stan's demands that they go to a swingers club?
The faithful, loving wife and mother who had only ever had sex with her husband had in less than one hour watched an obese, older woman ride a fucking machine to what looked like an orgasmic nirvana that Eleanor had never dreamt existed. She had seen her second full naked man... cock and all. She had watched as a woman performed oral sex... on three men... while her husband obediently cleaned his come out of her... so the other men could... She had even been propositioned... by another woman?
Eleanor was not certain what to expect on the other side of that closed door but she knew in her heart that no matter what happened this night she would never again be the same. And neither would her marriage. She looked over at the man who had been her high school sweetheart. For the first time, she saw him... really saw him. Not the handsome, football star and hero that she had married, but the aging, bitter man he was becoming, trying to capture even a fleeting moment of excitement and glory... and failing. All she felt was... pity.
The door opened a crack and a middle aged man smiled at Ray, "Hey, Ray, you come to join the party?"
Ray shook his dark head, "Not exactly man. I got a couple of newbies here and giving them a tour. Anything happening in there that you wouldn't mind sharing?"
The man gave their small group a once-over, "I'll check," he replied before closing the door.
Ray turned back to her a gave that same conspiratorial smile that he had a dozen time that night. It was odd that this man whom she had just met was more understanding and protective than the man who had been her lover and husband for so many years. And that was something which she knew she would have to take time to process... lots of time. And what it said about her marriage and future.
The door opened once more and the man stood back, "My girls said it would be all right, Ray... because it was you."
Ray shook the man's hand, "Thanks, my friend. I promise we won't disturb the scene."
The scene as Ray called what was happening on the bed was a woman, Eleanor could not tell how old exactly as her face was covered with a hood of some sort, and she was tied to the bed... spread eagle. And two other women were on either side of her. They were kissing ad teasing her. Their hands moving over her full curves. The woman was moaning and shivering.
Eleanor was once again shocked to discover how curious she was about this lesbian show... and how excited it made her. What would it feel like to be that woman? Blindfolded, tied down and helpless as other women toyed and played with you. Would they know how to touch you better? Where? Just the right amount of pressure and perfect timing to ensure maximum pleasure? It was not something that Eleanor had ever thought about... being with another woman. But the tingling wetness between her legs told her it would be in the future... a favorite fantasy to masturbate too when Stan was too busy to notice her or had failed to give her the pleasure she needed before taking his own.
Over the years, she had read her books. Men would probably be shocked by the stuff in those trashy romances, especially these days... bondage, toys, and yes, even threesomes. But almost always the threesomes were with two men. In fact she had never read one with a woman before. She wondered why?
Because what she saw before her was perhaps the hottest, most sensual thing that she had ever seen. In fact, she had to force herself to remain standing where she was... to not go to that bed and join the other women. But if what she had seen before was enticing what happened next was mind blowing.
One of the woman moved over on the bed between the woman's open thighs. Eleanor found herself sucking on air, trying to breathe as anticipation surged and coursed through her. But the other woman was in no hurry. She softly trailed her fingers up and down her friend's inner thighs. Never touching the woman where it mattered most. Oh, she came close, so close, but for several long minutes, an eternity it seemed, she fastidiously avoided the woman's shaved pussy.
Pussy? It was a word that Eleanor rarely used... even in her own mind. It was raw and dirty somehow. Even though some of her racier books freely used words like pussy and cock... and worse, Eleanor had just always found them... offensive. But somehow that seemed the only right word, the appropriate one in this case... the woman's bare, glistening wet, pink, open pussy.
Eleanor was lost in her thoughts... in the live sex show that was playing out before her. If other things she had witnessed this night were shocking, this was... accelerating. Her whole body felt alive. Her skin tingled and her own nipples pebbled within the confines of the too tight corset. She felt the moisture in her own pussy, cunt even, begin to trickle into her thong. She could not remember the last time that she had been so turned on. Perhaps never?
Now the third woman was licking and sucking her friend's tits. They were on the small side actually but she had stunningly hard, big nipples that were a darker brown than you would expect on such fair skin. They were so hard as the woman suck and blew, twisted and pinched with her fingers, that you could even see the tiny oil glands that formed bumps around her areola. The woman was moving and writhing on the bed as her friends continued to toy with her.
Eleanor blushed as she noticed the man watching her. The man that had let them in the room... and Ray. But her husband... his eyes were glued to the women on the bed. Not that she could blame him. It was a very enticing sight. On that her own gaze returned to.
Just in time too as the woman between her thighs changed positioned once more. Instead of kneeling, she now lay flat on her stomach, her face just inches from the woman's shaved pussy. Then she placed the palm of her hand on her friend's bare mound, used her fingers to spread the woman's inner lips open.
Eleanor could actually see the pinkish inside of the woman. Her clitoris stood at the top of her opening, like a guard at attention, like a tiny cock even. And the woman's inner folds were spread enough that she could almost see the wetness seeping out of her. Just as her own was flooding her panties and trickling down her thighs.
The two women who were torturing her looked at one another and smiled. It was some silent form of communication as the other woman begged and pleaded with them for more. And they gave it to her. The one nipping and biting at her nipples as the other plunged her tongue between the woman's wet folds.
Eleanor gasp but no one could hear her over the moans coming from the woman as her friends worked her body over... right. Hands, mouths and mostly importantly minds all combined to pleasure and torture her. Eleanor could see the woman's body reddening, her breathing becoming more shallow, gasps for air. She could watch the tension building, strumming like some ancient, primal melody through her body.
She felt her own dancing in time to the same tune. But she did not have four hands and two mouths working to stimulate her senses so she was doomed to remain... on the edge. Aroused as she never had been before but with no relief in sight.
"Sexy, ain't it?" was the deep, dark whisper against her ear. "Do you know standing this close I can smell how aroused you are? Your husband is a fool." His words caressed her mind even as his hot breath caressed the skin next to her ear. For a split second she thought she felt his lips and tongue against her neck, but then it was gone.
The woman screamed. The loudest, most blood curdling sound that Eleanor had ever heard. Even with the bedroom closed, she knew that everyone in the house could hear as the woman reached orgasm. Hell, as loud as she was, Eleanor would surprised if one of the neighbors did not call the police. But the thing was that this scream was not in fear or pain... it was pure pleasure. A powerful release unlike anything that Eleanor could even imagine... but she knew that she would be trying to in the weeks and months to come as she played alone with herself while Stan snored.
After the woman's body finished convulsing, the room fell silent as her two lovers caressed and kissed her softly. There was something so... intimate, so loving in it that it seemed so out of place.
The man who had opened the door for them was the first to break the silence, though even he kept his voice low, "You are welcome to take her place, beautiful. I am sure that my girls would not mind the chance to taste fresh meat," his eyes ran up and down her lush curves until Eleanor felt more naked than clothed.
But before she could politely decline, Stan spoke up, "She ain't playing, if I can't join too."
Eleanor had never been so ashamed in her life as both Ray and the man turned to glare at him. It was clear that these men found his petulant behavior as distasteful as she did. But the older man managed a polite if strained smile when he replied, "I am sorry if you misunderstood but this is girl time. The women play together here... alone. Even my own role is merely to protect and keep certain unsavory influences away."
She could tell from the way that the man said those words, "unsavory influences," that he was referring to Stan. She fought to find her voice then but once more it was her own protector for the night that stepped forward, "It is always a pleasure talking to you, Jay. But I promised the lady a soak in the hot tub. Thank you for allowing us to watch... and thank the ladies too. I know that Elle really enjoyed the show."
The man smiled at Ray then stared sternly at Stan. He kissed Tricia's hand before turning to her, "I meant what I said. The ladies would very much welcome your presence to their little group," once more his eyes met Stan's, "under certain conditions."
Eleanor felt another hand on her arm then. Painfully tugging her back out of the room. She turned and stared up at the angry mask that her husband's face had become. Did she even know this man? What had her marriage and life become, she wondered, as they stepped back into the hall way.
