I watched intently as your lithe body swayed on the dance floor. Lost in the moment, your pretty head flung back, I could see you laugh. Your partner leaned in close; Jim could really move, and it seemed his body was glued to yours. Behind you, Donna’s soft hands slid playfully across your back as she whispered in your ear, the obvious source of your amusement.
It had almost been a year now since we met Jim and Donna. I could only marvel at how comfortable you had become with them. When I first approached you about the lifestyle, you were nervous, concerned that you would not enjoy the intimacy with others, that it would somehow hurt our relationship. Meeting another couple, a special couple, had transformed that concern into genuine affection, and no small measure of lust.
Donna deserved the credit for bringing you to a new realization of yourself, your sexuality. You had confided in me early on that you would ‘someday’ want to make love to another woman. I could tell it was a curiosity that remained despite the deeply satisfying sex life and relationship that later developed with me. I knew you would not act on it alone, so it had to be as a couple, and from some prior experiences, a ‘swing’ club might be just the place to fulfill your fantasy.
I knew I loved you as I had loved no other, and I was satisfied and content in our relationship. But I wasn’t beyond having some fun, and I knew you to be the same. Our first visit to a club was simply to get you into the atmosphere, see what it was like. As I had expected, your arousal quickly got the better of you, and we ended up together in a private area having great sex while other couples wandered past.
The second time, I convinced you to be prepared to meet someone. We talked at length, I knew communication was important. I wanted you to be comfortable, to be able to relax and enjoy what I felt would be an incredible experience. This was a time when you could shed all inhibitions and give in to desires without concern. I had succeeded in ‘awakening’ you sexually, now I wanted you to explore your sexuality, to know the joys and pleasures of being a hot, sexy, desirable woman.
I know we got lucky. Jim and Donna were experienced in the lifestyle. They knew how to meet new people, circulating throughout the bar area. When they introduced themselves, I watched your reaction as Donna looked at you. Your face reddened slightly, a flush of excitement and heightened arousal. We talked for awhile; they were an unassuming couple, casually but tastefully dressed. Jim was tall and slender, not overly handsome but not unattractive, and his personality unpretentious. He was a confident, successful executive as I was to find out over time, but somehow hadn’t developed the often accompanying arrogance.
Donna was clearly the extrovert. Her fine features, dark hair and chestnut brown eyes gave away her Latino roots from her mother’s side. She knew how to dress, choosing patterns that accented the curves. As I scanned down to her legs I noted the muscles; clearly she was fit, and probably into sports like tennis or golf. Her manner was effervescent, yet not annoyingly so. Both she and Jim kept us both in the conversation, ensuring no one was left out.
It was a pleasant conversation, and only after some time did I become aware that we had slowly moved to a quieter corner of the bar. Jim and Donna invited us to join them at a table, where we could watch the dance floor. Voyeurism is part of the experience, and I knew you loved it so we followed them to a table.
As if on cue, the conversation shifted to sex shortly after we were seated. I knew we had advanced into a qualification phase with this couple, and was pleased at how smoothly and naturally they had handled it. I had no clue as to their preferences, but it was time to be open about ours. It might make or break the relationship, but better to find out now. Donna took the lead in the questions, and was careful to get both our opinions. I nodded at you when you indicated your interest in another woman, but was unsure you wanted a male partner. Donna showed no expression, and Jim had simply smiled. He had one eye on an interesting couple on the dance floor.
Finally, I asked Donna about she and Jim. Their story was remarkably like ours, only it had happened two years ago. Donna had concerns at first, but really enjoyed the freedom of the club, and had overcome inhibitions to a point where she never felt more comfortable about herself, her sexuality, and different sexual situations. She didn’t elaborate on the latter. Jim interrupted by indicating it had been difficult at first getting to meet couples they enjoyed being with, but over time had met good friends. From time to time, they would either arrange to go to the club together or meet at one of their homes. It had become a social pastime, which they enjoyed along with a very strong and healthy sex life with one another.
As Jim was talking, the couple on the dance floor who had caught his attention earlier, were joined by another male. What was unfolding in front of us was the not so subtle seduction of the young woman. If she had any reluctance, it was being stripped away, as were articles of her clothing. She was down to her sheer bra and matching thong by the time the music changed and, to the chagrin of those watching, decided to resume the rest of the dance elsewhere in a more intimate setting.
I looked over to you and your glance told me something was happening. Donna had moved closer to you, her arm over the back of your chair. During the dance she had begun playing with your ear lobe, tracing her fingers down the side of your cheek. You look startled, but not disturbed. Leaving her arm around your neck, Donna leaned back toward me.
“I’m going to ask your wife to dance, is that okay?”
Almost involuntarily I replied, “Yes…of course, enjoy,” and smiled.
“Let’s go,” Donna motioned you to the dance floor. It seemed more of a command than a question; however, you were on your feet and heading to the floor in an instant.
You had always liked to dance, possessing a musical appreciation and sense of rhythm. The first was relatively fast tempo, the two of you dancing individually yet together. I could see you looking around the floor, watching those around you. Donna did the same, but after awhile, looked only at you. Her stare was hypnotic and, by the time the music changed, you were looking only at her. The change took the music slower and Donna moved closer. Her body gravitated up against yours, brushing and touching you as you danced.
Donna kept her eyes on you. She moved seductively, dancing in front, then to your side, then behind your back. Her hands slid down your shoulders, tracing down your arms. Her hips bumped yours lightly, then rubbed against you. You hesitated slightly, then fell into the rhythm, letting the music take over. I saw Donna gesture, then nod. Another woman danced over toward you. She moved in concert with Donna as they alternated around you in a tightening circle. The song approached the end, Donna slipped in front of you, and as the music changed kissed you full on the lips. The other woman pressed you into her from behind.
Donna’s tongue slid between your surprised lips. Her hands moved up under your breasts lightly squeezing them. She maintained the kiss for only a brief moment but I could tell you were completely entranced. Donna could have had her way with you, right there on the dance floor, and I doubt you would have objected or even cared. When she broke off the kiss, she hugged you. Your other dance partner moved away. Donna grasped your arm and led you back to the table.
I could tell by your florid complexion that you had been deeply affected. Donna had your pussy tingling, and I knew you would want more. Donna looked approvingly at Jim, then at me. I could only smile; there was no doubt in my mind she was in control. As you sat down, Donna’s arm draped over your shoulders. You looked at her and she kissed you again, a kiss that said, “Let me show you the time you have so desired. I can make it happen.” Less startled than before, I saw your tongue flick out and engage hers. Yeah, you were into it, the tightening in my crotch signaled my arousal. You were going to get your fantasy fulfilled, I was delighted, and horny as hell.
The next fifteen minutes were a voyeur’s delight. The dance floor was alive but the action was at our table. Donna was making her move and I could tell she knew instinctively how to bring you to a frenzy of desire. She had moved closer, her arm draped over your far shoulder pulling you closer to her, then slowly traced her fingers down the side of your face and neck. Her other hand had disappeared, unbuttoning your dress just enough to slide it underneath. You shifted in your seat, enough to spread your thighs, and allow Donna access to what I knew was a very hot, wet, swollen pussy.
Donna kissed you, her tongue penetrating deeply, assertively swirling and twisting. I noticed her hand drop from your neck, down beneath the top of your dress, and into your bra. You let out a spontaneous gasp as her fingers pinched your nipple. Donna whispered to you, but all I could hear of your reply was an emphatic, “Oh, yes!” She pulled her hand back to your neck, turned your head toward her, and kissed you again, long, deep, and passionate. As she kissed you, I could see the rising urgency in your eyes. Donna’s expert fingers had found their way to your clit and as she slowly increased the pressure of her strokes, you were succumbing to the wonderful sensations it brought.
Jim looked on attentively, occasionally glancing at me to gauge my reaction. I was simply getting harder by the second. It was more erotic than I could ever have imagined, seeing you with another woman, being seduced by her. And Donna seemed so perfect with you, knowing your every desire, and going with it in a way that had transformed tension into excitement.
Donna played with you for what seemed an eternity. She knew when you were getting close, and backed off slightly, only to resume at just the right moment. Your face and neck were a deep red color, a telltale sign of your arousal nearing orgasm. Finally, Donna pulled back from you, looked into your lust filled eyes, and asked you softly, “Are you ready to come for me?” You nodded your response and then she drew you to her in a tight embrace.
