I looked at my husband and nodded my head, tonight would be the night. He had been waiting for me to agree for months and I am finally ready to do it. My husband wanted to go to the local swingersâ club and check out the place. Heâd read about it online and tried to talk me into going for months. I kept saying no, but maybe we had too many cocktails that evening.
Trey had come home from work and said he had a rough day. So I offered to pour up some vodka tonics to relieve his stress. I sat next to him and as we began sipping our fresh drinks, he began to feel my thigh. He ran his hand up and down, firmly, each time getting closer to my moistening pussy. We finished our first round, and he abruptly stopped. He ordered another round, and I jumped up to pour. I definitely wanted to keep him in the mood. It had been a while since our last time, and I wasnât going to pass up an opportunity to have him bury his face in my wet pussy.
As I sat down with the next round, I noticed he had unzipped his pants. I gently reached inside his boxers and began rubbing his balls, careful not to start stroking his dick. I wanted to keep the mood going as long as possible. He started to tell me about the club again, I sipped my drink and then again. His cock started to harden as he spoke about the sex club and I began stroking it. I couldnât help myself for some reason, I put my empty glass down on the coffee table, and I wrapped his huge cock in my mouth.
I started to lick up and down on the shaft and then twirled my tongue around the head. He pulled back my hair and moved my head up.
âOur drinks are empty again, Cate. You need to take care of that,â he said. I quickly obliged.
I grabbed our glasses and returned as fast as I had gotten up. This time, I brought just the bottle and poured shots. I instantly took mine, and then proceeded to rub on his shaft once again. He took his shot, and then pushed my head down on his dick.
âYou want to make me happy?â he asked. All I could do was mumble âmmhmmâ since his huge cock was deep in my throat. âDo you want to have some fun tonight?â
âMmmHmm,â I responded once again.
âI want to go to that club, and tonight we are going to go.â He grabbed my blonde hair, and pulled my head up once again. âYou want to go?â
And thatâs when I nodded.
âGet ready, we are leaving in half an hour.â
I donât know what came over me. I poured a second shot for us both. I knocked it back and jumped up to go get changed. I went to my closet and grabbed my new black halter dress. It didnât required a bra, since it had one already built in, I decided not to wear any panties since I was hoping that Trey may want to have some easy access. I threw on my black heels, and walked slowly back down the stairs. Trey had his keys ready.
We walked to the car, and began our journey.
Once we got to the highway, the sun was already down. I decided to show him how horny I was becoming and put my legs stretched out across the dashboard. I raised the bottom of my short dress up so that he could see the inside of my legs; he instantly put his hand on the inside of thigh. His hand started to slowly go up my leg and he touched my shaved lips. âNo panties??? What are planning to get into tonight?â
âItâs not what Iâm going to get into; itâs what is going to get into meâŠâ I replied. I moved his hand into my cunt, and felt his fingers start to explore my pussy. I made sure not to get him to excited, we were driving on the highway. I noticed truckers slowly passing us as they looked in our passenger side window. Seeing a free show, they took their time to move along.
We arrived at the club and he asked if I was ok with this. He would understand if I had changed my mind. âWe wouldnât have gotten all the way here if I didnât want to check it out at least!â I said. The valet took our car and we entered the club. We signed up for our membership we made our way through the dark club. It seemed like a normal dance club or bar. It had a dance floor and large bar that seemed to have everything.
Trey and I ordered another round and began to take in the surroundings. We saw a bunch of people coming out of what seemed to be shower rooms in towels. Then they would walk into a room that had a sign on the door. We finished our drinks and went to investigate. We followed along with everyone else, undressing and putting our clothes in the locker room, grabbing a towel and making our way to the door. The sign read âNo Street Clothes Beyond This Point.â
We passed the doorway and saw the real club. People were either wearing their towels around their waist, exposing tits of every size, or they werenât wearing them at all, showing their shaved pussies or dicks to anyone who wanted to see.