Chantelle was never one to rush getting ready for a night out, like any woman her 10 minutes and 10 minutes in reality were far apart. Michael was showered, shaved (upstairs and downstairs),ready to go wearing a black polo shirt and ripped black jeans complimented with his favorite fragrance, already on his 2nd bottle of Budweiser in the hotel room while Chantelle was in the bathroom getting her hair ready.
Four weeks prior to this, the morning the revelations were made by Chantelle and Michael about their deep swingers and partner sharing fantasies were made known, they sat down at the kitchen table and discussed what was said and if they should pursue it. Chantelle made it very clear that she would not get jealous of Michael being with another woman as it was purely sexual to stimulate their sex lives to the next level. Michael was on the same page also, that he would not get jealous of Chantelle being with another man. Rules were set that Chantelle was to go onto the pill and that condoms were to be worn for all penetrative sex for safety, to start with they would meet together only however if they were to meet separately the other should know their whereabouts and that this was based upon mutual fun and not due to an inability on the others behalf. This was to be based upon honesty.
Tonight they were about to make their first step into the swingers and swapping lifestyle. They googled swingers clubs in the northwest of England and discovered a few not too far away and also stumbled across a swingers website for members only which they soon signed up to and made friends. They befriended a couple in their 30's, James and Beth, who were also newbies to the scene and agreed to meet socially at a pub and then head to a swingers club down the road.
Chantelle stepped out of the bathroom at the Travelodge sporting her hair in a tight ponytail, wearing a matching black bra and lacy black french knickers along with a set of black hold up stockings with a white line around the tops, his favorite ones.
"Will I do?" she said as she posed in the mirror.
"Ohh fuck yes you will, I'm nursing a boner already"
"Well you'll have to hold yourself back then wont you. If we have sex now we'll probably lose the urge to go out" she replied back. She slipped on her red dress, black heels and spritzed on some Marc Jacobs and we headed out.
They headed down to the hotel bar to settle any nerves they held about tonight and to have a final chat that this was indeed what they want to do. Sat down with their drinks, Michael with his pint of Coors and Chantelle with her Old Mout Cider.
"Well here we go babe" said Chantelle nervously.
"We dont have to do anything tonight, we dont even have to leave the pub if we dont want to. There is absolutely no pressure" Michael replied back reassuringly, sensing the tone of Chantelle's voice.
"Yeah I know, lets at least go to the club and experience it, then we can decide what we are comfortable with" she said, sounding more assertive and confident.
We had one more in the hotel bar before walking down to the Kings Head where we arranged to meet James and Beth.
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Arriving in the pub we found the table where James and Beth were sat. They stood up and exchanged pleasantries, James giving Chantelle a peck on the cheek and me a handshake, Beth giving us both a cheek kiss. James was dressed in a similar manner to me wearing blue jeans and a white buttoned up shirt. Beth was wearing blue dolly shoes, black tights and a flowery dress.
"Well its nice to meet you guys finally" James said with a smile on his face. We had been talking on the website for a week or so and decided to meet in a place that was roughly in the middle ground for both of us.
"Absolutely, you too" Chantelle replied back, smiling from ear to ear. "You both look fabulous" she added.
"Thank you very much, so do you guys" Beth commented.
James went to the bar to buy a round for both couples, Michael offered to pay entry for the club.
