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.
