I imagine our story begins with my wife Dawn and I experiencing a little hiccup in our marriage.
Basically what it boiled down to was that my wife Dawn wasn't getting what she needed and a change of some sort was inevitable, if we were going to stay together.
After much discussion it was mutually decided to spice things up a bit by trying just a taste of the swinging lifestyle. This story is about how just a taste can turn into something totally more.
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In our discussions on where to start the swinging process, my wife Dawn admitted to having fantasies of being with more than one man at a time and said this would be her idea of an acceptable start. When Dawn told me this, I admitted to her that I thought if that were to happen it would be a turn on for me also. Truth was, I really didn't know how I would react, but knew I needed to be flexible or we would be divorced, and that was for sure.
Dawn is a very small woman and attractive to put it mildly. At 37 she looks closer to 25 and only weighs in at around 110 pounds soaking wet. For her small size she has nice 36C breasts and a pretty full firm ass to boot. I knew it would not be a hard sell to find someone to make this fantasy come true, it was just knowing how to go about it that seemed complicated.
Dawn put me in charge of this and I began to cruise the Internet for candidates. For the next few months I had nothing but deadbeats reply to a few ads I had placed here and there as Dawn began to grow impatient. It wasn't long and my wife made this known and suggested we try going to a swingers club and see if we could run into a few fine young gentlemen there.
The words she had spoke, "a few fine young gentlemen", rang in my ears as I attempted to respond back to her in my state of surprise. When she had said more than one man I guess I had just assumed she meant one other and me. I guess the only thing I could say was "Ok" as I continued to contemplate what she meant by "a few."
We talked a little more and decided we would find a club that was the furthest from our home, yet still inside driving distance, and then just take the plunge and do it. Some research of the local clubs listed online quickly produced a very good candidate about 55 miles from our home.
The club seemed a little different from the others and when I looked closer at their website the next day, I could see why. This particular club had a kinky twist to its nature in that it featured lots of props, theme rooms and activities that all took place every Friday and Saturday night. I was going to say something to Dawn about the semi kinky nature of the club, but the next day when I got online on our PC, I could see by the history that my wife Dawn had been all through the web pages of the club and I figured at that point she knew what she was getting into, so I backed away from questioning her on the subject. Thinking back, I half expected her to back out when she was faced with the nature of the club, face to face.
That Friday finally came and when I returned home from work I could tell that Dawn had spent all afternoon getting ready for the big event. When Dawn walked out of the bathroom she was wearing a very revealing black thong and a single under strap push up bra and I wondered if she was really going to go out like that. What blew me away the most was the fact she was void of any pubic hair where the thong didn't cover and I found myself locked in thought as I stood and stared.
Seeing this, Dawn picked up a paper she had printed off the club's website that said how a woman should dress and then without saying a word, pointed at the how men should dress part directly below it. I quickly read it and proceeded to follow the directions for men. The directions for men were simple. The paper suggested not wearing underwear, t-shirts or socks and that condoms would be provided so there was no reason to stuff them in ones pockets. Once I was ready, Dawn slipped on an overcoat and black high heels, and then off we went for our big adventure.
When we arrived at the club it appeared to be somewhat secluded and very well kept on the outside. At the door we had to show our ID, pay a ridicules fee to join and then take the required tour prior to signing the final page of the agreement.
Dawn and I were given our tour by a nice looking young lady that as far as I was concerned could have easily been a dancer. It was still early and the place only had a few couples and select males wondering about or talking as we were given our tour.
The young woman took us first to what she called the orgy room. There she explained that in this room anyone that entered could expect more entering and everyone having sex, so she said not to go in there if you are at all selective about partners.
The woman then took us further down the hall to what she informed us was the gangbang room. She explained that if a woman wants a gangbang, she could hand out a certain color bracelet to the men and or women she wants involved. Then when the room is available and the woman is ready, she simply turns the wheel above the door to her color to get everyone together.
She then took us down a dark hallway to the right where we were shown a large number of rooms that had different sized holes in different places in the walls that separated them. All the rooms had curtains that she said could be opened or closed and this section was called the glory hole rooms. She asked if we needed more explanation and I quickly said no, but Dawn said, yes.
Dawn asked some specific questions about what type of things take place in the glory rooms and I blushed as the young woman explained everything from a woman on her knees sucking a man's you know what that was coming through one of the holes to a woman backing up to one of the holes and having men reach through or stick their cocks through for the woman to back up against. The young woman also explained how you could just watch through the holes also if you wanted to.
We were then asked to follow her back out of that hallway and then further down the main hall to the last room at the end. When we got there she explained it was a little like the small rooms, only in this one larger room, it was more set up for a larger group of people. She showed us how the room was cut in half by a wooden plank wall that could in several places either hold someone in place like a set of stocks or on their hands and knees.
As I Looked at the wooden plank wall that separated the larger room into two rooms, I could see there were 4 holes near the floor, all slightly different sizes. Around the padded holes was a small barn door or double door affair, I assumed to facilitate getting a person into position and then closing tightly around them. Other holes were up higher at say hip height and looked to me like they could be used as stocks like in the dark ages.
As I contemplated in my own mind, the sexual implications of the wall, my wife Dawn asked how the room worked and what took place there. The young woman then demonstrated how the top plank lifted up and in her case she could be placed in it, bent at the waist with her legs pulled wide apart. She then explained how a man, a group of men or a group of men and women could do as they wished to her in that position.
The young woman continued on to explain that the lower holes could be used to place her on her knees and then close the barn door assembly around her waist to hold my wife in place. She then explained how again it would hold someone in place while others did as they chose to them.
Something about this contraption, being held in place or perhaps having things done to her seemed of interest to my wife, as I could see the gears turning as she stood and listened to the young woman's explanation of the rooms use. The young woman then gave a quick warning that the activities that take place here can be considered a form of bondage and safeguards need to be considered if we were considering to ever use the room.
As the young woman and I started to walk again, I noticed my wife Dawn stood locked in a stare at the room and I had to say her name several times to get her attention. I also noticed that on the way back to the small office area, my wife seemed to stay very close and continually rub my arm as we walked. Looking back it may have been a signal I missed.
When we arrived back at the small office, the young woman handed us both a release and agreement to read and sign. A quick read of both documents showed it to be not only a sobering total release of liability, but also a consent to many forms of treatment, should they happen to occur. I was still reading when my wife cleared her throat as she handed her signed copy back to the young woman. Taking the hint, I quickly signed and handed mine back as well.
I was still concerned about what we had both just signed as my wife Dawn pulled me to one of the couches in the social area to sit down. People were just starting to show up at the club as we settled in to watch. I asked my wife what she thought and she said she really didn't know, but one thing she knew for sure was that we needed rules for what we were thinking about doing and we needed them right now.
I have to admit that this caught me off guard and I quickly realized that Dawn had something in mind for us and the only way to find out was to agree with her rules. With that thought process I replied simply, "OK." Dawn then explained the rules and as she did so I have to admit my head started to swim just a bit as I listened.
My wife said that we were going to do this, and if either one of us says no, it's over and we fall back to some not so pleasant other plan. Dawn then also said that, having me watch her was beginning to really turn her on and because I said it was a turn on for me to, tonight I would just watch.