(The following is based on a true story: my own. I have taken some literary license with regards to when things occurred and the players involved, but all of the events did take place.)
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Bob drove through the wooded Seattle suburb looking for two brick pillars that he didn't want to miss. The directions to "the Club" had been detailed, but his eagerness made him worry about passing it by. Barb was less excited. They had heard about New Horizons from the bi couple, Dave and Linda, with whom they had their first swinging adventure after ten years of marriage. It had been a far cry from their Ozzie and Harriet, utterly normal, suburban life of work, friends, and church, and it had been difficult talking Barb into that encounter. But, her misgivings had been washed away by the orgasmic tsunami she had experienced with two men licking her clit while a bi chick sucked her tits. After Dave and Linda had left, they had fucked five times before dawn; now she was once again having second thoughts.
New Horizons, they were told, was the Disneyland of swing clubs, the largest club in the United States, the place where fast track swingers went to play (and there were 750,000 of them in the U.S.), and that to him was exhilarating, to her intimidating. The club was founded in 1978 by a woman who wanted to promote sexual freedom by making it safe for women to express their sexuality; it now had several thousand members, all couples and single women. Usually, men cajoled their wives into coming, then, once cumming, the men found they couldn't keep their now insatiable partners away.
As they drove through the gate to the gravel parking area which was shaded by spruce, fantasies raced through Bob's head like wood nymphs dancing naked. Forest enclosed all the buildings; and the path passed through an arched trellis overgrown with roses to the tall, cedar-walled structure which was fringed with rhododendrons, . Unlike the theme park, everything was real. The huge carved oak doors of the entry, which would fit in any fairy tale, opened onto a tiled entryway which led to the lobby, where voluptuous chairs and couches cozied together. A bar and kitchen were situated toward the back, and a glass wall separated the lobby from a large banquet hall. Behind a plain desk with a computer sat Connie (by her nametag), a thirtyish brunette who was plump, but in all the right places, and who greeted them with a warm smile. Apparently, she was the founder's daughter.
"Welcome to New Horizons! You must be here for the orientation."
"Hi, yes, we're Bob and Barb Tipton. Nice to meet you."
"Same here. I got your check, but did need you to fill out some paperwork. The other couples should be arriving soon for your tour. Larry and Jodie will be showing you around. Please, make yourselves comfortable."
She made us nametags, first name only, and we plopped into a love seat and started writing. Shortly, four other couples wandered in, all looking anxious but smiling, and Bob couldn't help checking out some of the women surreptitiously. They varied from forty, fit and trim to twenty-two, tanned and hot. They had spouses that complemented them in their physiques, but no one was a supermodel or billboard stud. The fact that they were fairly attractive excited Bob; the fact that they were fairly ordinary delighted Barb, reassured. The two fit right in at thirty-eight and well proportioned, Barb having smooth curves where they ought to be and 38 C breasts, and Bob staying in shape by hiking, climbing and skiing.
The room was quiet with anticipation except for the occasional soft and nervous "Hi," and Bob decided to browse the photo albums which were scattered about. They were filled with photos of a cute girl in a leather strap jumper which concealed nothing, painted penises, grass-skirted blondes sans coconut shells, Uncle Sam reclining in a chair with three red-white-and-blue women in front of him giving him head, Gidgit in a polka dot bikini with holes cut out for her nipples, harem girls, pimps, whores . . .welcome to xxx Romper Room, he thought, definitely (i)not your typical theme park. Larry and Jodie walked in. He was about fifty, tall, and rugged in khakis; she was red-headed and petite, and her cotton jumper made her look energetic, like she could ride you all night.
"Hi, I'm Larry and this is my wife, Jodie. Welcome to the Club! We're happy to have you here," he said. Everyone grinned and nodded but remained quiet. "Before we get started, I just wanted to make sure everyone's clear, do you all know what New Horizons is?"
"Yeah, it a place where a girl can get gang-banged every Saturday night!" blurted out the athletic forty year-old with enthusiasm.
"Beth!" exclaimed her husband, smiling. Everyone laughed.
"My," said Jodie, "We certainly have some eager beavers tonight!"
"Mine certainly is!" added Beth.
"Don't worry Beth," reassured Jodie, "You'll get as much luvin' as you want tonight."
"Guys, please wait until we finish the tour before you line up," kidded Larry, "Anyway, New Horizons is a swinger's club for couples; so, if you don't like sex, this probably isn't the place to be." He looked around with mock seriousness, then slapped his hands together. "I guess everyone here must like sex!"
When everyone stopped laughing, Jodie continued. "This is a very safe environment for women. The first rule of the club is that 'No' means "No,' not 'maybe', or 'yes, please, but I'm playing hard to get'. So, nobody here will make anyone do anything they don't want to; you don't have to participate." "That goes for the guys too: if five women want to hold you down and lick your body all over, you can do what the former President recommends and 'just say no'," said Larry, "That is, if you're crazy."
"A lot of couples just like watching, then go home and fuck each other's brains out," added Jodie, "So, don't feel obligated. The second rule is: 'No drugs.' We have a pretty good relationship with the neighbors and the police, and don't want to risk ruining it. Liquor is just fine, but you have to BYOB. Oh, I almost forgot, you have to wear some clothes in the lobby since non-partiers occasionally come in, everywhere else . . whatever."
"Well, shall we start our tour?" invited Larry, leading them through the door and down some steps to the dance floor.
The 'Grand Ballroom' was huge, with tables for four or six which would seat several hundred people. A balcony with more tables looked down on the bandstand, and there was another level just off the main floor as well. Through a glass wall, one could see an Olympic sized pool and spa; another wall looked out on the grounds and a gazebo.
"Tonight may be a little less busy, but tomorrow night, this place will be packed," stated Larry, "We're having two different bands this weekend for the 'Northwest Celebration'." Guiding them past the steaming pool, he led them up a spiral staircase to the balcony, then opened one of two carved oak doors and ushered them into a hallway. "Now this is where the real action happens, the 'Annex' or 'Satellite'." Passing indoor and outdoor hot tubs, they arrived at a large, open bathroom with lockers. "Co-ed with showers, and a bidet for the ladies. You can keep your street clothes in the lockers."
As they continued the tour, Bob's head was spinning, and Barb found herself getting aroused as well. Beside the bathroom was a sunken area with couches and a fireplace, the 'Conversation pit,' and surrounding this were massage tables and chairs that looked like they came out of a gynecologist's office. Barb started imagining positions. Next door, a large video room was stacked with contour couches and big cylindrical pillows, perfect for being laid over on and then laid. A rustic wooden stairway led up to the party rooms, which were arranged in a round balcony overlooking the 'pit,' and a sign at the bottom said: "No beverages, no singles, partners only."
"We don't let single men up here to avoid having a lot of guys wondering around with their dick in their hands, but, a lady can take as many guys up as she wants as long as they stick with her," explained Jodie, "Of course, that doesn't mean you have to go up with your (i)own partner."
"Yeah, sometimes I don't see Jodie for days," said Larry, winking.
Climbing up the stairs with breaths held in anticipation, they came to a hanging bead wall, which Larry parted, ushering them in.
"This is the 'Mirror Room' for groups," said Larry. Warm sunlight streamed through the large windows on to a huge mattress where two couples were humping away, the naked ladies on their backs side by side, their images reflected in the mirrors above. Their dripping pussies and the men's hard pricks, wet with their juices, were fully exposed to the tour group. Bob felt his cock twitch in his pants, and Barb's cunt moistened in surprise. "Sometimes there'll be twenty people on the mattresses in here, all tangled up," Larry described, nonchalantly. He didn't interrupt the sweaty foursome.
They were led past the 'Arabian Room,' which was hung with lace curtains and with mattresses mattresses everywhere. 'Miss Daisy's Academy for Young Women' had prim mauve couches and mirrors, and there were little alcoves with beds tucked away in every nook and cranny, some cantilevered over the balcony's edge. Up a short ladder, they came to a low-ceilinged room with wall to wall mattresses and mirrors on all sides, the 'Red Room,' and an alcove with a queen sized bed overlooked the action. Bob thought he heard a collective sigh from the group while he suppressed a moan. Rounding the circle back to the 'Mirror Room,' they passed bunk beds, couches, mattresses and more mattresses. In short, the balcony was a narrow circular path completely surrounded by places to fuck. One could easily imagine coming round a corner to find Minnie Mouse being gang-banged by Mickey, Donald, Goofy, and Pluto.
Pimps and Whores
The tour concluded with a discussion about the parties, jealousy, safe sex (condoms were available everywhere), and the anxiety associated with the first visit, then the couples were left to wander about on their own. Bob and Barb changed into their costumes for the 'Pimp and Whore' party, he in a leather vest with a silk shirt open to the navel and a thick gold chain around his neck, she in red hot pants, fishnet stockings, and a halter top a size too small. They strolled along forest paths through the thirteen acres of grounds, past the koi pond and waterfall, to the gazebo.
"You have to admit, that scene in the Mirror room was really hot," said Bob, breaking the silence.
"My God, I couldn't believe it!" exclaimed Barb, "And, they were the pretty much the only people we saw on the entire tour!"
