NOTE: This is pure fantasy, designed to be stimulating to the imagination, where cheating and misbehaving are safe, in fact, are a purpose of the LIT creative exercise. No pain-in-the-ass moralizing, please. You really sound like intellectual midgets, clueless about the core purpose of this medium
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My name is Annie, and when this story begins, I only knew that my friend Sheila had invited me to a "wild and crazy club" that she had heard about, located about 15 miles from our suburban home. My husband Mike had insisted that we experiment with "having some fun alone," most likely meaning he was bonking his secretary while I was supposed to do some parties and clubbing, so I wasn't exactly out of bounds maritally, but damn.... Here's the story.
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Sheila (33) and I (34) are about the same size, 5'6" -- long legs, about the same 34B curvyness, which guys seem to like. Her hair is brown, mine is a little darker. We wore nearly matching short white mini-dresses and white thongs. Nice accent to our tans. No bra, neckline floppy. We were within range of slutty, but just short we decided.
The club was once a big old brick farm estate, three stories high, sprawling, many rooms. The downstairs was dominated by a huge party room, full bar, couches and chairs all over the place, warm friendly oak paneling, random mostly rustic decorations. It was a cool room. Music was upbeat, but not ear-bending, lots of people, maybe thirty in the main room, some couples, some singles, ages from 20ish to 50ish. We visited the bar for vodka and tonics. Great buzz in the room. We learned there were dancing rooms, a pool and ping-pong room, a video games room, a video studio, a video viewing room, then some special rooms for people who had special interests. We looked at each other quizzically, but if we'd been thinking harder it probably wasn't hard to figure out.
We tried a dancing room for a few minutes, but it seemed there was more groping and clawing then we were ready for, so we each danced once with acceptable, but barely, groping and clawing and a bit of nuzzling for Sheila which she declared annoying. So we went back to the main room where the main action seemed to be animated chatting, drinking, laughing and showing a lot of skin. We decided we were ready to compete, but our little white outfits weren't close to prize winners. There were nipple flashes and panty flashes and pantiless flashes. And it was co-ed, with some hunky athletic types in V-cut shorts and sports jerseys, even a sheer see through which I hadn't seen before, but the guy looked good in it.
Sheila and I separated to mingle solo for awhile and she came back smiling, "I'll bet I've shown more panty than you have." I didn't doubt it. With a drink or two in her, she's more blatant than I am, which is saying something, but I smiled back and said, "I'll bet I've shown more tit then you have," which probably wasn't true, but I had definitely earned some attention in one circle of tall guys I was chatting up.
Maybe an hour and two more drinks later, it happened; two hunks intercepted us walking down a hallway, threw us over their shoulders and carried us -- as we blubbered various 'what the hell's -- up the main flight of stairs, up a smaller flight, and into a surprisingly large room with a couch and chair seating area and a huge 4-post bed. We were unceremoniously dumped over the soft back of the couch, asses up, heads dangling toward the seat cushion, mini-dresses about mid butt cheek.
A deep male voice coming from a guy behind us said, "Okay ladies this is an adult entertainment room. Leave now if you don't want to play."
So Sheila and I whispered a quick private meeting. "You wanna play? "Well everyone here seems nice." "But we are sprawling here unexpectedly with our asses exposed to strangers." "We were already exposing our asses to strangers." "Oh yeah, good point." "I vote aye." "I'm in."
And Sheila spoke for us, "We'll play."
Well that announcement earned us dresses pulled to our waists and bare-bottom spankings, one hunky guy each, not really hard, but hard enough that our bodies quivered with every swat. I tried to reach back and somehow protect my buns, but it was hopeless so I just held Sheila's hand. Sheila tried to look back at them, couldn't twist her head far enough but said, "Hey, what the hell...OOOUCH, that stings."
"This is punishment for your shameless cock-teasing."
"That's bullshit," Sheila whined, "everybody was cock-teasing."
"And all will be punished."
"Except the ones that say they won't play," I reminded him. "[whack] OOUCH."
