This continues the story of how I became obsessed of being a voyeur as well as a swinger. It took time and a lot of energy before I could influence my wife to fulfill my desire to see her with other men, but it was worth it. The combination of these two factors later led us to what happened next.
Zaki
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It took more than a week before we heard from Chris and Janet, but the wait was well worth it. We agreed to meet at a local club that was well known for being a place where couples could meet with privacy assured, according to Chris. With such assurances, I watched my wife change into western garb that was sure to please any man who saw her after she removed the outer garments which hid her much more flirtatious dress. I had my usual slacks and short sleeved shirt, but little could hide the semi-rigidity of my cock as I thought of what we might experience tonight.
We arrived first. The place was exactly as Chris had assured us. Only dim lights at the entryway allowed anyone in the club to see who entered, otherwise we were in an almost totally dark club where the sound of laughter proved the efficacy of the drinks we were served. There must have been twenty or more couples in the area around us, but we could barely make out the shapes of those who were, even at that, obviously enjoying each other.
I saw Chris first as he came through the door. I rose to greet him and show him to our table before Janet entered behind him. I was struck by her beauty and barely managed to greet him as my eyes were drawn to a graceful young lady whose eyes drew me like a magnet. She followed us to the circular booth where we were seated and ordered a drink with Chris as she hung the cloak which had only allowed a hint of her lovely form to show. I introduced Zaidah to them and saw that Chris and Janet both were quite pleased with her own beauty.
Not knowing the lack of formality swinging creates, I was surprised when Chris slid into the booth next to Zaidah, leaving me to choose between sitting next to him or to Janet. Obviously Jeff had told them of our lack of experience and I let Janet's hand on my arm steer me to sit beside her. That was a pleasure. Now that she had doffed her cloak, I could see she too was in western dress, with a blouse that showed as much as it hid, and a skirt that was slit on the side to almost her hip. As she crossed her legs, I heard the hiss of nylon on nylon but saw that the top of her stockings ended at mid thigh. I hadn't thought of buying nylons for Zaidah, but I knew that beneath her longer skirt, also slit on the side to her knees, she wore only a very filmy pair of panties. While her blouse was a little less revealing than Janet's, she had unbuttoned it down to the swell of her breasts – and I knew she wasn't wearing a bra. As she leaned forward to touch Janet's hand, I saw the neckline sag, giving Chris a very good view of her firm, full breasts. He didn't miss the opportunity.
We sat and chatted as two couples would do anywhere, making the same inane conversation strangers often do, then Chris started the ball rolling.
"Jeff told us that the two of you were novices at this, so I want to assure you that while we aren't the most experienced couple in the world, we have been around for a while. Nothing you do with Janet will shock me, and I hope you and Zaidah feel the same way."
I could see that Zaidah was blushing, and I smiled to show I understood, wondering how much Jeff had told this couple.
I was surprised to hear Zaidah agreeing. "I know I won't," she nodded slowly. "Jeff explained that what we all agreed to would be a little difficult to say aloud or experience after so many years of suppression, but that it becomes easier with experience."
"Yes, it does," Janet added. "Jeff was our first too, and he made us feel very comfortable so, please, let's enjoy ourselves. We all know what the purpose of this meeting was and I find Zaki to be handsome, like my husband here, so why shouldn't we enjoy each other in the way we know we do with our husbands at home." To demonstrate her honesty, Janet reached up, took my head and turned it toward her. The touch of her lips on my own was more than delightful, and I found myself exploring her mouth with my tongue as Chris did the same with Zaidah.
"I think we need to take this somewhere else," I managed to say although almost breathless from the intensity of the kiss I had shared with Janet. I was certain of it as I watched Chris' hands caress Zaidah's full breasts and saw the reaction it caused.
We drove to our home in separate cars, but instead of having Zaidah with me, Janet shared the front seat while Zaidah accompanied Chris. It seemed so perfectly logical since neither of our new friends knew where we lived, and also because their two late teen aged twin daughters, Mary and Maria, would be at home. I wondered, as Janet told me this, just how much the girls knew about their parents activities. We found the answer to that much later, but that's a much later part of my story.
"Please, make yourselves at home," I told our guests. Zaidah had already taken Janet's hand and was leading her toward the bathroom as it seemed ladies always do 'to freshen up.' They returned later, their eyes shining with mirth and I had to wonder what both had been up to.
We shared drinks and snacks with our guests and sat next to each other's spouse getting acquainted until once again Zaidah and Janet left the room. Following a great deal of suppressed giggling, I heard Zaidah ask if we were going to sit in the living room by ourselves the rest of the night discussing nothing important.
With a glance at Chris, I got up and started toward the sound of her voice with Chris following close behind. I found her in the bedroom with Janet. Where she had gotten them, or when, I never knew, but the two were dressed almost alike in thin negligees that hid nothing. I almost gasped aloud as my eyes took in the sight of these two beautiful ladies. With firm breasts high on their chests, and the dark hair of their mons venus they could have been twins. I started toward Zaidah, but Janet stepped between us with a smile and a shake of her head.
"Unh-unh," she said, "She is Chris' tonight. You must make do with me."
That certainly wouldn't be hard, at least not as hard as my cock which found itself rigid and upright in my trousers. Janet helped me take them off along with the rest of my clothing as Zaidah did the same for Chris. When she got to his shoes though, Zaidah did something that I had only seen her do once before. Wrapping her small hand around the most of Chris' swollen cock, she touched it with her tongue and then took the head in her mouth. Chris' groan of pleasure was lost in the same noise I was making when Janet did the same thing to me. Although Zaidah had done this for me many times in the past, seeing and even more so feeling the heat of Janet's mouth on my cock had me near orgasm immediately.
Fortunately for me, Janet wanted much more than that and pulled me backward, with her until we were both on the bed. I had bought this bed just in the last week, anticipating our new life style would require more than just a sleeping platform for the two of us. Chris was equally busy testing it out with my wife, pulling her on top of him as he took off her negligee, leaving her nude except for her high heels. She lay on top of him with his swollen shaft between her thighs as they kissed again and again. Then Zaidah sat up, astride Chris and took his shaft in her hand, centering it on her already glistening opening, and slowly lowered herself on his length.
I might have kept staring at the beautiful tableaux had it not been for Janet's hand pressing downward between us toward my own very rigid cock which was already oozing pre-cum. With two slow, dragging wipes of my cock head over lips swollen with desire, I felt her hand direct me toward the opening of her pussy. She sighed as I felt the swollen head slip between those lovely lips and press against her inner ring of tight muscle. It was heaven to feel it yielding and then even more so as I felt the first inch or so slide into her hot core.
