Saturday morning felt like it took four days to pass. Mindy and I had decided to attend the meeting of the Black Cat Club being held that evening at our friends Sharon and Mark's home. The meeting started at eight, and we were both excited and nervous. We were sexually charged and trying with some difficulty to keep our hands off each other to save our energy for the meeting.
The Black Cat Club was a small group of sexually adventurous couples who had welcomed us after our trial meeting last month. They held monthly meetings, rotating the location amongst the members' homes. The area of the country we lived in was relatively conservative and did not allow these types of groups, so the meetings were kept secret. In order to attend you needed to be sponsored by a couple in the group, and Sharon and Mark had been ours last month.
Mindy and I had, at least I thought, shared our community's conservative sexual views. We enjoyed sex with each other, and would occasionally try to 'spice things up' with toys or light roleplaying, but when I brought up seeing Mindy with other men things had changed. The interest she showed had surprised me, and we had agreed to check out the group Sharon had told her about.
That meeting changed everything. What started out as a relatively boring dinner party ended with me fucking my wife as multiple men shared her mouth and came all over her. Since that night we have dealt with emotional issues and have grown much closer together, both in the bedroom and out of it. I had noticed a considerable change in Mindy; she had grown more confident, affectionate, and seemed more comfortable in her own body. In the bedroom she had grown more submissive, giving me her body willingly and open to experimentation.
The changes in me were noticeable as well, and Mindy had commented on them more than once. Where I had always been hesitant, afraid of hurting anyone I now could be forceful, taking control both in bed and in my life in general. It was a great feeling.
Now it was time for us to go back to the club. We had walked into the meeting last month ignorant and unprepared, and the evening, while thoroughly enjoyable, had gotten completely out of our hands. This time we decided to prepare more and discuss what we each wanted out of the evening as well as each of our boundaries.
Mindy was clear about what she wanted that night. In the meeting last month she had a few small encounters with some of the other women at the club. She had played with and sucked Sharon's breasts, and spent a few minutes licking the pussy of the host Carol. These had been her first experiences with other women, although she has mentioned a passing interest in women in the past, usually as part of our roleplaying dirty talk. Tonight she wanted to explore that more intentionally. I supported that idea wholeheartedly; I had suspected for most of our relationship Mindy was bisexual, but because she never mentioned the idea I avoided it as well.
As for boundaries Mindy was clear as well. She was open to playing with other men, but she did not want another man's cock in her pussy. Also, she was alright with me playing with other women, but no intercourse there either. I was fine with that; Mindy was really the only woman I wanted to fuck anyway. It was true ten years ago when I had proposed to her, and is even more true today. She said she may eventually change her views on these rules, but wanted them in place for tonight, and I readily agreed.
I had no idea what I wanted out of tonight. Identifying my desires was not something I was ever very good at. My boundaries were simple, and generally in accord with Mindy's; I was the only man allowed to fuck her. The truth was, the idea of watching her get fucked was a bit of a turn-on for me, but I suspected it was one of those fantasies that was better left to fantasy.
Our rules in place, we prepared for our outing. We dressed nicely; me in slacks and a blue button-up long sleeve shirt, Mindy in a light blue sundress with large sunflowers scattered on it. The dress fit her figure beautifully, and did a fantastic job of subtly hinting at the wonders that laid underneath. She wore black sandals with a short heel and rhinestones across the toe strap, and I noticed she had painted her toenails in a blue that matched her dress.
Mark and Sharon had recently had a pool installed, and had let Mindy know the party tonight would be centered around it. So we packed our swimwear, towels, a small waterproof vibrator, and a bottle of lube into a bag Mindy had set aside for the occasion. We had washed Mindy's new swimsuit to remove the cum I had blown all over it in the fitting room of the department store last night. Finally Mindy pulled a box out of our closet I did not recognize. I asked her about it and she shyly smiled at me before opening it and showing me it's contents. I had no idea when she had snuck out and purchased the large purple strapon dildo, or where she could have possibly purchased it from.
"What is that for?" I asked.
Her smile dropped and she stared at me like I was an idiot.
"I mean, of course I know what it is for; I just meant why did you buy it?"
She laughed. "Well, I know we talked about me trying out some time with a woman, and I had this extremely inappropriate thought about how much you seemed to enjoy fucking me with yours. I just thought I might like to try it out."
I smiled at the idea. It had never occurred to me just how erotic it would be to watch Mindy with a dick, fucking another woman. This woman has found an amazing talent at unlocking new kinks within me; things that I had never even thought of became near obsessions when it involved her. "I think that is a wonderful idea, love," I said.
She looked away, closing the box and putting it in the bag. "Besides, if we don't find an interested woman tonight I could always just try it out on you," she said flippantly, glancing at me to see my reaction.
I don't know what reaction she was looking for, but I don't think she got it. Instead I simply froze, my mind locking up with converging thought processes. What would that feel like? I'm a guy, we don't do that stuff. Well, some men did. Would that make me gay? I mean, I don't have any problem with homosexuals, I am married to a bisexual after all, but I've never even had a stray thought in that line. No, of course it wouldn't make me gay, how could having sex of any kind with my female wife be gay. I'm being an idiot. Maybe she is just joking; yeah she is probably just joking. She has that devilish smile she gets, maybe she isn't joking. What would that make her think of me? Would she still see me as a man, masculine and all that? Maybe she would be disgusted with me, leave me and take the kids. That thing was huge. Ouch.
Eventually she took pity on me. She walked over and gently kissed my lips and patted my cheek. "Oh love, you should see your face. Relax, I promise I wont fuck you in the ass unless you agree to it." She laughed evilly. "Come on, love. It's time we head out; we aren't going to have time to stop for dinner after dropping the kids off if we don't leave soon."
I came back to reality with her comments and laughed at myself. I followed her downstairs and we spent the required forty-five minutes getting the kids in the car. We dropped them off at Mindy's parents and after the normal twenty minutes of "I don't know, where do you want to eat?" and "Oh, I'm not that hungry anyway, anywhere you want to go is fine with me" back and forth we decided on a mexican restaurant new to town. The food was fine, I suppose, but it couldn't capture much of my attention.
At seven forty five we paid for our food and drinks and left the restaurant, heading east toward Sharon and Marks. They lived a few miles out of town in a more rural area. They had an acre lot surrounded by woodland, and while the home they had on the lot was modest the rest of the land was beautiful. It was clear they spent their lives outside; large swaths of the land was bursting with the colors of the fruit and vegetables they grew, fenced off to keep their goats and chickens from eating their fill. We had spent quite a bit of time at Mark and Sharons and so we felt comfortable circumventing the front door and walking through the wrought iron gate on the southern side of the property.
I called out "Hello!" as we entered, and we were immediately greeted by Gus, Mark and Sharon's big basset hound. He knew us immediately and ran over to Mindy for attention, which he always got in ample supply from her. She knelt down and scratched Gus behind the ears as we heard Mark coming around the corner.
"Hey, you're here! Great to see you two!" Mark held out a fisted hand for me to bump, then wrapped Mindy up in a hug as she stood. "I am so glad you guys decided to join. Come on back, come see the pool!"
We followed Mark back to the backyard where we were greeted by Sharon, who had been skimming the last few leaves out of the pool. "Hello! How are you?" Sharon wrapped her arms around me, squeezing perhaps a bit tighter and holding it a bit longer than usual, before moving on to hug Mindy. She then turned and with a flourish waved at the pool. Their new pool was large, forty foot long and thirty wide, rectangular with a strong geometric style. They had large fire pots at each corner of the pool, adding lighting and mood to the darkening evening.
"Oh, it is gorgeous!" Mindy cooed, more enthusiastic than she probably felt. We both knew the trouble they had gone through with the pool installers and she probably hoped to soften that sore subject a bit. "It is so much nicer than the mockups made it look!"
"Yeah, well it had better be for what we paid for it," Mark mumbled, eliciting a chuckle and a pat on the shoulder from me.
"It looks great, man. It really does," I told him soothingly.
"Are we the first people here?" Mindy asked, looking around.
"Yep, fashionably early as ever!" Sharon laughed.
"We are pretty far out here compared to everyone else," Mark said. "Everyone probably just underestimated the drive. Come on, let me get you two drinks." He walked over to the bar counter he had installed beside the pool.
"Nice! They added power and plumbing to the bar too? That is really nice," I said to Mark.
"Yeah, well after being almost six months late, upcharging me over twenty thousand more than the original estimate, and trying to blame it all on us, I let them know just how unhappy I was. The sales guy tried everything to smooth it over when he found out I work in the city planning division. I figured it was the least they could do to make it right."
"You should have just managed the project yourself, Mark," Mindy said, which got a grimace from Mark.
"Yeah, if I hadn't been so busy I would have. Would have done a much better job of it, too." Mark pulled a bottle of Grey Goose from the shelf below the bar counter and popped it open. Mark could be a grumpy bastard at times, but he did have great taste in vodka, so he always won me over.
Mark passed the filled glass to me across the bar after pouring and serving Mindy her screwdriver. "Thanks," I said, and took a sip. Ice cold, he must have pulled it out of the freezer right before we got here. I liked Mark.
Gus started barking in the side yard, letting us know we had company. Mark headed over to welcome them, and after a minute Dave and Carol came around the corner holding hands with Mark leading the way.
