There was always the rush of anticipation whenever Aaron and Renee visited the swing club. They made small talk with the people at the desk as they paid their admission fee, but like kids on Christmas morning, they wanted to know what was behind the door outside the reception area. The gifts under this tree were the gifts of ultimate pleasure, they knew, and they were rarely disappointed.
So every time they entered the club, they did so with wide-eyed excitement. There were friends here, and there were also those who would become friends.
Aaron and Renee came to this as a couple somewhat late in life. He had first dabbled in swinging in his mid-30s, but had been unable to find a partner who would be continually interested in both him and the lifestyle. She had been through some failed marriages, to men who did not treat her like the special person she was; desiring sexual intimacy -- yes, she was HORNY -- she turned to an Internet swing site to find a man to play with.
It was there they found each other. Their first date was to a club, and they rapidly became an item. It was apparent that they loved each other first and that they loved the lifestyle second.
So when they visited what became their favorite club, it was with a sense of anticipation backed by the knowledge that experience brings. Something fun was going to happen; they just didn't know what.
Terrific stuff for a couple in their early 50s, looking forward to the rest of their lives together and to making every moment a memorable one. She loved a tall man who could be a gentleman, who would talk with her (not just TO her), with an interesting intelligence. He loved a beautiful woman who was his intellectual equal, who spoke eloquently with just touch of a Southern twang.
It helped, of course, that he had an 8 1/2-inch dick and she had 38DD tits. It certainly got them noticed when they visited a club and got busy fucking.
So it was on this night. They hung up their coats and put their bag in a locker; shortly thereafter, they began circulating around the club, greeting old friends and saying "hi" to potential friends.
On this particular night, they knew their friends Ron and Billie would be there. Ron and Billie were gregarious types and loved a good orgy; they had started their own group on the Internet and regularly invited friends, old and new, to join them.
Ron and Billie were in the hot tub, and Aaron and Renee walked into the area. There was a nice conversation, and an agreement to meet later.
There was a little bit of dancing. The club played way too much hip-hop and techno-pop for their liking; they are a little too old for that. When the slow stuff comes on -- one of their favorites is "When a Man Loves a Woman," by either Percy Sledge or Michael Bolton -- they hit the dance floor, kissing and hugging like adolescents and generally redefining the term "dirty dancing." Of course, they didn't really stand out; the dance floor was filled with couples doing the exact same thing.
When the song was over, and on this night, they stayed out for a second slow song, Aaron and Renee decided to take another walk through the club. It was late enough in the evening and couples had already started to play. Aaron and Renee couldn't resist getting busy as well. When they were kids, they called it "getting to third base"; now, they just see it as a natural expression of their passion for each other and they were glad to show everyone walking by exactly how much they love sex and how much they love each other.
Besides, as the old saying goes, you ain't seen nothin' yet. The fun was just starting.
On this one particular night, they heard a woman's delighted moans of passion from a corner room. The club has one of those oddly-shaped tubular chairs in that room, and a man was giving his blonde wife a pussy licking that had her in ecstasy. The door to the room was open; Aaron and Renee went in and stood against the wall for awhile, just feeling each other up while this couple -- they found out later that their names were Brent and Nancy -- occupied the chair. Eventually, though, after making eye contact with Nancy, Aaron went to Nancy's right and Renee went to her left. Aaron leaned down and whispered in her ear, "May we?" Her answer: "Oh, please, yes."
While Nancy writhed from Brent's assault on her clit, Aaron and Renee went after her tits -- with Nancy's permission, of course. Each of them grabbed a nipple and played with it; both reached down and gave it a good suck and a good bite, one right after the other.
"Oh, God, that feels good," Nancy said, reaching up with her hands to push her new friends' heads to her breasts.
"That's why we're here," Aaron replied.
After a few more minutes of that, Renee suggested that they leave. She was horny, and she wanted to fuck.There was no real place in the room they were in to do that.
"I'm with you, honey," Aaron said. He paused a moment, though, before leaving the room. "If you want to play, you'll have no trouble finding us," Aaron told Brent and Nancy. "We'll be playing in an open room someplace. Feel free to come on in."
"We may do that," Brent said.
Holding hands, Renee led Aaron into the great room with the couches; they walked past some other couples just starting to get intimate with each other -- and with other couples. As they were walking past them, Aaron thought of how there is nothing like the sight of watching five couples giving oral sex to each other with complete abandon.
Yes, he thought, we'll soon be getting involved with that.
There are 11 private rooms at the club; two of them have multiple beds in them, while the others have just one king size bed each. The club didn't scrimp on the beds and the mattresses; they hold up under the pounding they receive every Saturday night.
