Title : The Pineapple Lounge
As my wife Lisa and I approached The Pineapple Lounge, our hearts were pounding with anticipation. We'd heard so much about the club from our sexually liberated friends Tori and Ian, and we couldn't wait to experience it for ourselves. We dressed to impress, following Tori's advice. Lisa donned an exotic short black skirt that hugged her curves in all the right places, and a sheer navy blouse that left little to the imagination. Underneath, she wore matching lace underwear that felt like a secret only we yet shared, and her stunning Prada heels made her legs look endless. With her slim and tall frame, she could easily be mistaken for Naomi Watts. Meanwhile, I sported a half-grey stubble beard, which Lisa insisted made me look rugged and younger.
As we walked into the venue, the thumping bass of the club music reverberated through our bodies, and the scent of perfume and sweat filled our nostrils. We were met by one of the female staff who helpfully took us through the "House Rules" and gave us a very quick guided tour. The Pineapple Lounge was classier than we expected, with a proper bar, soft seats, and a part-filled dance floor. The crowd was mostly younger than us and dressed in revealing clothing, but the atmosphere was friendly and welcoming. Various 'spaces' led off from the main room, including rooms with a jacuzzi, a sauna, a giant bed, an area with BDSM equipment and several rooms partitioned by curtains into more private areas.
The atmosphere of the club was far from seedy, though the attire of its clientele was certainly provocative. It was obvious that the staff had been meticulous in creating a space where everyone felt secure and relaxed. As we observed our surroundings, we experienced a feeling of liberation and enthusiasm. The night potentially held many novel experiences for us, so we were eager to explore all the club had to offer. As we explored, numerous people were forthright enough to invite Lisa to join them in likely sexual activities, but unsurprisingly she was apprehensive about participating. I reassured her that we could take things as slowly as she wished. Nevertheless, she did appear to enjoy simply being a spectator, though I wasn't sure how it was affecting her mood.
As we sipped our cocktails at the bar and watched the dancers on the floor, I couldn't help but feel a stirring in my loins. Lisa noticed my gaze and stuck her chest out towards me before she leaned over to whisper in my ear, "Do you like what you see, darling?" I felt a shiver run down my spine as I looked into her sparkling eyes, "I love what I see," I replied.
Lisa giggled and squeezed my hand tightly, pulling me off my stool and towards the darker corner of the club. We found a private nook in front of a flickering fake fire, and as we embraced, I felt her body heat drench my skin in warmth. The scent of her perfume wrapped around us like a cocoon, intoxicating me with its heady aroma. I ran my fingers down her arm, stopping to trace the fabric of her blouse before sliding up her thigh. She trembled at my touch, and I crushed my lips against hers, tasting the sweetness of her lipstick on my tongue. Our kiss deepened as our desire ran a little out of control, and I couldn't help but explore her curves and feel the lace of her underwear. We indulged in passionate whispers of our wildest fantasies and desires, making us even more connected to each other and aroused beyond belief.
It was during our indulgent exploration that we saw that a striking blonde woman had been watching us. On her discovery, she smiled and confidently approached us. We would learn that her name was Suzie. She was clad in a vibrant silk kimono that barely contained her ample bosom, which now heaved with every breath. Her eyes sparkled mischievously as she asked Lisa for a dance. Although hesitant at first, Lisa was unable to resist the seductive energy that Suzie exuded. She looked to me for approval, and I eagerly nodded, anticipating what may follow (in my dreams). Suzie helped her up and the two beauties strode out onto the dancefloor. As they danced to the beat, I watched in amazement as my wife moved with a newfound freedom and sensuality. Her skirt swirled around her hips, teasing glimpses of lacy underwear, and her blouse clung to her curves, accentuating every tantalizing detail. Meanwhile, Suzie struggled to contain her nudity beneath her flapping kimono. I was sure I caught glimpses of not just her dark aurorae and nipples but also her bare pussy.
After a while, the enchanting girls took a break and sauntered back towards me, with the gazes of several admirers watching their every step. As they approached, I couldn't help but notice the way their hips swayed in perfect unison, drawing my own eyes towards their luscious curves. Ever the gentlemen, with a charming smile, I offered to get fresh drinks for the two of them, and while I was away, I decided to make a quick stop at the bathroom. Upon my return, I spotted the pair from afar, and my heart skipped a beat at the sight that greeted me. There, in our secluded corner, was Suzie, with her arms wrapped around Lisa's waist, drawing her in for a tantalizing kiss. My breath caught in my throat as I watched the scene unfold, my senses heightened by the sight of their bodies entwined in a fiery embrace.
As I made my way back to the table with the drinks in hand, my heart started racing at the sight before me. It wasn't just Suzie's lips on Lisa's, but their hands were intertwined and they were lost in a deep embrace. I stopped in my tracks, unsure of what to do. Should I interrupt them? Or should I turn around and walk away, pretending like I didn't see anything? The sight was both mesmerizing and intimidating. After what felt like an eternity, Suzie finally pulled away from Lisa and turned to face me. Lisa turned sideways too. Both of their cheeks were flushed, and Lisa's eyes were filled with both excitement and fear. The front of Suzie's kimono was also gaping open, confirming how sumptuous her breasts were. I wondered if Lisa been touching her there?
I chose not to say anything and handed them their drinks, which they gulped down surprisingly quickly before they skipped hand-in-hand back to the dance floor. Their second 'performance' was no less charged than the first and I enjoyed being a voyeur.
In anticipation of them wanting a refill at their next break I returned to the bar to collect another round of drinks. However, I got a surprise when I came back as I found that Lisa and Suzie were nowhere to be seen. With the dance floor now packed with bodies, at first, I assumed they were still dancing, but hidden from view. But as I searched for them, my nerves began to build, and my mind couldn't help but wonder if Lisa had gone off to indulge in something naughty without me.
