Author's Note: This story picks up where the series La Playa - Polynesia leaves off. Those of you who like a story and understanding the motivations of characters may want to read both the original La Playa series and La Playa - Polynesia for context and background. For those of you who are just looking for a good wank, I hope you'll give the story development up front a quick glance as you scroll to the lesbian fisting scene in the latter paragraphs. In both cases, I sincerely hope you enjoy!
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The week after their return from Polynesia Deana was doing a bit of yard work in her garden when she saw Julie come out of the guesthouse on their ranch in the Texas Hill Country with two glasses of wine in her hand. It was the first Saturday they were back, and they were alone on the ranch. Steve was on his trawler-style power cruiser, a small yacht really, down on the Texas coast. He was taking one of his long weekends alone to do some strategic thinking now that the Polynesian venture was off to a successful start. Deana gave the ranch staff the weekend off, so the two women were alone.
"Join me?" Julie asked, offering Deana a glass of Chardonnay.
"Love to!" Deana responded, accepting and lifting the glass in a toast with her husband's lover. "Let's go sit at the fountain and enjoy the afternoon."
Deana led the way to a small sitting area on a patio that was directly outside the master bedroom of the main house. Facing southeast, it was still amply lit with afternoon sun filtering through the oak trees that surrounded their home. The area included a small fountain that ran out into an artificial stream. The stream flowed around the side of the house and down to the southwest corner of the building, where it emptied into a large Koi pond adjacent to Steve's barbecue station where they did their evening entertaining.
They were dressed similarly: Deana wore cargo shorts and her favorite tee shirt. It was an old shirt, very thin, and she never wore a bra around the house, so her nipples were prominent. Julie was also in cargo shorts, but she wore a sleeveless "muscle shirt" that showed off the curve of her braless breasts, and the full breast when she bent forward. Deana wore sneakers, and Julie had on light sandals. Pulling patio chairs up to where they could rest their feet on the side of the fountain, the two women sat in silence for a few moments, drinking in the beauty of a late spring Texas day along with their wine.
"This place is so beautiful," Julie said. "No wonder you don't mind staying here while Steve gallivants around the globe."
"Yes, I fell in love with it the very first day Steve brought me here early in our marriage." Deana replied. "The original house was his parent's retirement home. He inherited it after we came here to help his Dad when his Mom was dying. I love this place deep down in my soul."
"I can see why," said Julie. "You look very comfortable and at peace with yourself here."
"I truly am," replied Deana. "And I know I keep talking about it, but it really is remarkable to me how much more comfortable I am in my skin now that I'm part of Steve's lifestyle. I wanted to talk to you about it, ever since that morning I got to Papeete. It just never seemed the right time, but now is a great opportunity with our man off on one of his jaunts. I wonder what new scheme he'll come home with this time?" replied Deana.
"Probably a plan for world peace through sex!" Julie laughed. "I've been wanting to thank you for all the wonderful things you said to me that morning, and I've been trying to show my gratitude every time we've made love since."
Julie had joined Steve and Deana in an impromptu fuck that Saturday morning in Papeete, one week ago to the day. Since that time, the three had played together on their flight back to the States in a private jet, and then much more during their four-day layover in San Diego. Steve had also fucked both Julie and Deana one-on-one.
"Oh, Julie, it's me who is grateful!" responded Deana. "The past couple of months have felt like I'm just waking up out of a long, dark dream. I've always been afraid of sex - my Catholic roots are showing - but now I just can't seem to get enough. The real twist is that I no longer think I have to wait for Steve or seek his approval. Hell, now I don't even have to have Steve at all, and I'm learning so much from you! Thank you for being so patient with me over the years."
"I'm so glad for you, Dee," Julie said, taking another sip of wine. "I know just what you mean about waking up - but mine was a Baptist dream, not Catholic, and it took my divorce to break me out of it. Then I got into swinging, joined The Club and met Steve, and everything else fell into place for my life."
"The Club is a member organization, and our most important meeting of the year is next weekend," Julie continued. "It's a three day event, and it is only for our most senior members. Believe it or not, along with fucking each other silly, we actually hold a membership meeting during this annual weekend! The Club includes our closest friends in swinging, and I know Steve hopes you'll come to the event."
"Yes, he's asked me to come, and I'm looking forward to it!" replied Deana. "I'm hoping you'll do some 'coaching' with me before we go," she said with a shy smile.
"That will be fun!" exclaimed Julie. "As you know, next weekend is a three-day holiday, so there will be activities exclusively for our full Club members only from Friday evening through Monday afternoon. As I said, these people are our closest swinger friends. They are on the top tier of membership, and as such they enjoy special privileges on the premises and with each other. That particularly applies during this annual meeting. You are going to see people into some fairly extreme forms of sex play there. You'll see BDSM scenes. You'll see women taking whole wine bottles into their vaginas. You'll see some people getting into some pee play - maybe even Steve. And you will likely even see some people playing with dogs."
"God, you're kidding!" said Deana. "I've always known Steve was bisexual, and that seemed to include a fair amount of kink, but I never dreamed he was into, what do they call it? Water sports? And The Club even condones bestiality?"
"Don't think less of him because of it," begged Julie. "He's still the same incredible guy, and he's not really all that extreme. I just don't want you to be surprised at anything that happens at The Club. And yes, one of our members breeds Mastiff Hounds, and he likes to keep two males trained to fuck people. I've tried it, and while I don't think I'll ever do it again, I have to tell you it was actually a mind-blowing experience!"
"Well, I'll give it some thought, but I really think my first reaction is one of being intrigued, not put off," said Deana. "When you guys snowballed me after we fucked on the plane, the Catholic school girl part of me wanted to run and throw up, but the new sexpot part of me decided that it was really neat, and I knew I wanted to try more. I even love anal sex now, which is a huge step. I think I'll be willing to give some more things, a try next weekend, though not the dogs, especially with you and Steve there to keep me safe."
"Oh, The Club is the safest environment for play and experimentation I've ever seen," said Julie. "You wouldn't believe how experienced our senior members all are, and safety and respect are always their first concerns. If you really want to try some new things, you might consider putting yourself up for auction."
"For auction? That sounds a little ominous! What do you mean?" asked Deana.
"We hold a fundraiser on Saturday afternoon each year," explained Julie. "People can walk up and toss a collar into a bowl. This means they volunteer to be someone's slave for the next 24 hours, and then we auction the slaves off. We don't explain to the Sisters how we raise the money, but we donate over $50,000 annually to a Catholic orphanage that is located just down the road from The Club."
