The Club House.
We have friends, good friends, that knew that we fooled around with others. We all had an understanding that we wouldn't try to get them to do what we did, and they did the same. This led to lasting friends with no pressure. This story happened in October of 1987.
One of the couples was Kurt and Caroline. Terry has known them long before she met me. They're a tall good looking couple with no kids. She's about five foot nine with blond hair, big tits. Nice body with legs that never quit. My fantasy is to fuck her with her legs wrapped around my neck. Kurt is tall and good-looking. Terry told me when she introduced me to them, that she had a fling with him years ago when she felt bad for him because he was having problems with his first wife. When she found out that he was also going out with Caroline, she broke it off.
I got home from work around seven o'clock. Terry told me that Kurt called and wants me to call him back, which is what I did.
"Hey, Chuck. Thanks for getting back so quickly."
"No problem Kurt. What's up?"
"Caroline wants to broaden her horizons and go to a swingers party, and knowing what we know about you two, we were wondering if you would like to go... Hello? You still there Chuck?"
"Ah, yeah Kurt, I'm still here. Let me get this straight. Your straight-laced wife, the one that wanted me charged with rape because I put my hand on her leg. The one that goes to Church every day including Sunday? That Caroline?"
"Yep, that's the one," he laughed, "She never sued you, by the way. She wants to be more sexual and do some of the things that you guys do. She loves to watch other people fuck, but she won't do It. She wants to open up some. We want to spice up our boring sex life. "
"Wow, Well what's the story on this party."
"it's in a house in CT. It's an old mansion and the couple that owns it turned it into a swingers playhouse. This Saturday, they're hosting a party. I have four tickets. My wife won't go without Terry being there. This would be a big step in her opening up sexually."
"I think I've heard of this place. So how should we dress and who's driving."
"Well, I'm driving and I'm not sure what Caroline is wearing."
"Put her on the phone," I gave mine to Terry.
"Caroline! This is Terry, how are you. Don't be nervous. Listen, are you free for lunch tomorrow? Great. I'll meet you at the Harborside at one. That alright with you? See you there."
"Why are you meeting with her?"
"She'll never talk about sex with you guys around. I'll get more information if we're alone."
The next day came, and when I got home, she was in the kitchen fixing dinner.
"So how was lunch with Caroline today?"
She was setting the table, "very interesting. I think Caroline is a little more sexual than you think. There's another personality just waiting to come out. She has the same fantasies that I do. she just needs an outlet. Kurt needs to be more aggressive with her. You could do wonders with her, but don't let it go to your head."
"Should I talk to him? What do you want me to tell him."
"Tell him that when he asks for sex, he shouldn't take no for an answer. Some of us like to be pushed."
"I think I get it. Do you think she will open up at the club? Or are we wasting our time? "
"I think both you guys will be surprised. It may take a little prodding to get her going, but I think, in the end, she'll be joining us at our parties."
So I talked to Kurt, and he disagreed with me. He still thinks that she won't do anything. I just told him that he didn't know Terry. And then I thought about what I just said. He does know her. A little too well.
The big day came, and you were getting ready, "so, what are you going to wear?"
"I don't think I'm going to wear what I would if we were going alone. I think I should be a little more conservative."
"Sounds like a good idea. It will be interesting to see what she wears."
The wife opted to wear a pleated black skirt with a white blouse. She still didn't wear a bra. No stockings and simple two-inch heels rounded out a conservative look.
They were a little late picking us up, so Caroline never got out of the car. It took us a little over an hour to get to the house. During the drive, the talk fell as it always does to sex. Caroline stayed pretty quiet the whole trip.
We knocked on the door, and a gentleman answered. Kurt showed him the tickets, and we were escorted to a fairly large room that was being used for a combination bar and lounge. there were couches and recliners in one area, and even a small dance floor occupying a corner.
I forgot to say that this was BYOB. Other than the tickets, which I didn't know the cost of, the only other money you had to spend was to go downstairs where all the fun is. That cost you twenty-five dollars. For that, you get to go downstairs, and a towel. There are lockers downstairs to put your clothes in. Each locker has a key that you keep around your wrist.
There is no nudity on the first floor. You at least have to keep your towel wrapped around you. We got there earlier than expected, and there were only two or three other couples there along with a couple of single girls.
I dropped the booze off at the bar and got us drinks. We made ourselves comfortable on a large couch.
I was explaining how things worked when an older woman came up to us and introduced herself. Turns out Carol and her husband Bob run the place. She said they'd been running it for about ten years, and they have a pretty regular clientele. She offered to show us downstairs, and I recommended that the girls go with her and we would stay here.
I did that because I knew by talking to her that if Caroline was going to open up, it wouldn't be in front of men. They were gone about twenty minutes, and when they came up all three were laughing. Always a good sign.
Carol said she had to get going, and looking at me she told us all to have fun. We watched as others came in and made themselves comfortable. We watched as couples went down the stairs. A disc jockey started the music, and a few got up to dance.
Terry said, "well Caroline, are you going to go downstairs?"
"I don't know Terry. I think I'll sit here a while and watch what goes on."
Kurt said, "nothing is going on up here, all the actions downstairs."
Terry said, "let her take her time. All good things come to those who wait."
while they were trying to decide what was going to happen, I had my eye on two girls that were dancing. They were young. I would guess nineteen or twenty. One of them was a blonde, slim, attractive girl that kept looking at me and whispering something to the other girl.
My wife asked me a question, and when I turned to answer her, I felt a tapping on my shoulder. It was the blonde.
"I was wondering if you'd like to dance."
I didn't expect this, "Ahh, yeah sure."
As I got up, I looked at my wife. She just looked at me funny. We went on the dance floor and there was a slow song playing. This girl just took me in her arms and we started dancing. We introduced ourselves, and Karen asked me who everyone was. When I told her that Terry was my wife, she smiled and asked me if she played with girls. This was getting interesting.
While we were dancing, Karen kept pushing herself into me. I think she was trying to see if I was hard. I was. I had my hands on the small of her back, and she reached back and placed them on her ass.
The song ended and I thanked her. When I went back and sat down, Karen came over to us. she leaned down with her head between Terry and myself, and said to Terry,
"Would it be alright if I took your husband downstairs?"
There is no way to put into words the expression on my wife's face. I don't think I've ever seen it again. She sat there for a minute and I wish I knew what she was thinking.
"And, you are?"
"I'm sorry," I cut in, "Terry, this is Karen."
I wasn't sure how this was going. I've never had a perfect stranger want to have sex with me, and especially one so young. Terry just had to put one in there.
"I think it will be alright to borrow my husband. Please don't overwork him, I'd like some left for me."
I thought that would be the end, but Karen came back with, "Thanks, but no guarantees."
I thought Kurt was going to die laughing. Karen grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the bar so I could pay my twenty-five for two towels and a chance to fuck my fantasy girl.
we walked to the stairs, and just before I lost sight, I looked at my wife... That look.
When we were downstairs we were in a wide hallway with doors on either side. Lockers were lining both walls. We walked by a room with no door. I stopped to peek inside. There were two couples on wall-to-wall mattress's going at it. Karen told me that this is where we're going. This is where everyone meets.
While I was standing there watching, Karen went to an open locker and started taking off her clothes.
"Hey, Chuck. Don't tell me your shy. Get naked for me."
My mind kept seeing Terry's look as I walked over to Karen. She was just taking off her bra and I couldn't help but stare. A pair of the most beautiful tits looked at me just begging to be squeezed and fondled. I sucked my gut in and took off my clothes.
When I had my clothes off, I turned and she was right there next to me.
She looked down at my package, "Well, it looks like your up for the occasion."
She grabbed me by my cock and led me to what I found out from her was the meeting room. There were four or five couples now and also Karen's girlfriend.
