I should start at the beginning of it all, so our point of view can be understood. Our names are Angela and Bill, we are what in some circles are referred to as swingers or lifestyle people. Simply put, we like the idea of multiple partners during sex, however for us it is more than just mindless heartless sex. We are not into the fuck and flee sex that so many of our fellow swingers seem to enjoy. We need something deeper, something with more soul to it. We need to establish that mental connection with what we call our playmates. One could safely say we expect more from the couples with whom we choose to be involved.
Now it takes a tremendous amount of trust and love for each other, as a married couple, to even think about being in this lifestyle. This way of life is not for those who's marriages are in turmoil of any kind, it will only lead it to a miserable ending. Beware that this is not a way to fix problems in a marriage. Occasionally though, for those that can be honest with their partner and themselves, for those few who can truly accept this lifestyle, it can make ones marriage even stronger.
Strangely the catalyst for our involvement with this beautiful lifestyle ,was at first glance our constant search for new spicy things to do during sex. Later we started to gear our desires towards Angela's bisexuality and my passion for satisfying women.
One of the largest misconceptions is that the lifestyle is limited to just wife swapping. Now for some, the wife swapping is a major part of the lifestyle. To us life is never that black and white. As for us we always look for the grays, there is so much more fun in the middle of the roads.
Angela and I have only been in the lifestyle for a short time. We had discussed for months what we wanted in the playmates we would choose. What our sexual boundaries would be with those playmate and our emotional involvement. The difficult part, was finding just the right couple. A couple, with whom we shared the same goals and boundaries while still having the initial sexual and mental attraction to each other. With all that said this still was not a part of our first wonderful tryst.
Like many others we went to the clubs, and found one in particular we could feel free and comfortable. We loved going to the Paradise club to watch and talk with other couples who had a similar appetite for sex. The public displays of lust only made us inpatient as we longed to experience the delight for ourselves
Like over anxious children we rushed into the first time. One Saturday night, I believe it was naked twister night at the club. The club was jammed with other horny lifestyle people from the area. All of whom were touching and fondling each other all over the place. Half naked women and men playing like pubescent teens at a make out party. In many ways it was such erotic fun, yet it was kind of sophomoric foreplay at the same time. As adults, we just seem to relish that stuff don't we? We played the game for a bit with each other, fondling and teasing one another. Truth be told we were a little to scared to actually play with other people. How far would we be expected to go, and were would we truly want each other to stop. After playing a bit with each other, we went down stairs to peek into the rooms. It was about 11:30 and that's usually when they lock the doors and people drift downstairs and the action really starts. We loved watching all those horny people fuck and suck each other with total abandonment. That sweet smell of sex that fills the rooms, inviting us with every whiff. Part of each of us wanting this sexual freedom, not as a separate freedom to be enjoyed alone, but as something we could share as a couple. All we needed was the trust in each other and the right couple, not to mention the courage to play.
Much to our surprise nobody was down stairs at all. Generally by that time of night someone is downstairs fucking their brains out. We decided this was a good time to try getting used to being naked around the club. Our excuse would be to give each other a massage with Angela's new oil. Although we knew we would be seen, we pretended that our intentions were completely innocent. Still we loved the erotica and that socially unacceptable part of be naked in public.
Now Angela loves this little Wiccan shop up here. The woman who works there, makes Angela herbal mixes and oils for her aroma therapy and Wiccan interest. This week Angela had her make her a sensual massage oil, which Angela designed of course. This is Angela's new talent, one that she is getting very good at. So with oil in hand we journeyed into the massage room. We quickly undressed while laughing like school kids. Our clothing thrown over the oversized chair in the corner of the plain white room. Now one needs to realize all the rooms downstairs have doors, except for the big group room and the massage room. So there we stood completely exposed to all who would pass. You know both of us were getting more and more aroused at that thought alone. As you already know, being naked to us is no big deal, and has always been a turn on. The only new thing was our location. After all we are new to this club scene, and we only were naked once before here and that was in the hot tub, well hidden by the bubbles. So this was still a new experience for us both, being blatantly naked for all to see. Angela, with a momentary squeal, laid her naked body down on the long cold brown leather massage table. I poured and liberal amount of oil into my hands, an attempt to warm it before I applied it to her back. I started to massage Angela with that wonderful sensual oil, the aroma was intoxicating. The smell of sandalwood, lemon, jasmine, and all of Angela's secret herbs blended so sweetly in the air. The shine it left on her skin made her look as soft as she felt. Angela's olive skin has always felt like silk and now it had the same shine.
I work on every inch of Angela's body. Slowly and with sensual care and patients, I placed my hands each and every time, with erotic seductive intent. Angela's body melted under my touch, moans of relaxation and arousal came with every sensual stroke. One could clearly see that Angela was enjoying her massage. Although her body gave way to each tender caress of my fingers, I knew my actions were turning her on. My hands did a slow loving dance on every inch of Angela's hot body. Working my way down from her neck to her buns, she so did love her buns massaged. Then I slowly work my way down her legs and massaged her next favorite area her toes. Angela moaned with delight, as I caressed each and every toe. After massaging Angela's entire back she rolled over inviting me to continue my erotic dance on the front of her body. The sensation was as erotic for me as it was for her, I felt myself growing harder. Angela's nipple became more wrinkled and aroused with every stroke of my hand. I stood at the head of the table and slid my hands down her body, as I drew my hands back I felt Angela inch her way back up with them. She inched her way back so her head would be hanging off the table facing my bobbing cock. She sucked it into her hot mouth, it was like and electric shock to my body. I wanted so to just fuck her face. I pumped rhythmically for a bit shoving it deep down her throat. As I would pinch her nipples and stroke her ample tits. She would suck even harder. "Not yet I cried" I love the way she sucks my cock, but did not want to cum. No not just yet later.
Occasionally a couple or single would look in the room, but this didn't stop us at all. I truly believe that the knowledge that people could watch us just turned us on even more. One couple in particular had made a comment about how lucky Angela was and then just left. No body really asked to join, they just watched a bit and moved on.
Shortly after our last visitors left, Angela rose from the table. She had that, I mean business look. One could clearly see she rose with a purpose and said to me "it was my turn." No way was I going to argue, I always love a good massage. Angela's has a sensual touch and a talent for erotic massage which I love. First she did my back, so tender was she and so seductive. After my back she worked on my legs and feet intentionally brushing my sack and cock as she stroked my inner thighs. Angela knew I was getting hard and wanted to tease me more. She had me roll over. My cock bobbed in the air, as she poured oil on it. She grabbed my cock and stroked it slow. Gradually she increased her speed, but never to hard. My toes curled she could do anything to me right now, I was hers to play with. Then she put one hand on my belly and stroked my shaft so fast she made me moan with ecstasy, and then stopped. "Fuck, shit!" was all I could say. She knew if she had continued, I would have shot my load all over the room.