Clara had always been curious about the swingers club. She had heard so many wild stories about the things that went on there, and the thought of being in the middle of it all made her wet. One night, she finally decided to check it out.
Clara stood in front of her full-length mirror, admiring her outfit. She had carefully chosen it for the occasion - a black lace bodysuit that hugged her curves in all the right places, paired with a matching garter belt and stockings. The outfit left little to the imagination, but that was exactly what she was going for. She turned around, checking her reflection from every angle. The bodysuit had a plunging neckline that revealed a hint of her ample cleavage, and the back was entirely open, revealing the curve of her spine. The garter belt hugged her waist, accentuating the curve of her hips, and the stockings made her legs look long and toned.
As she surveyed herself in the mirror, Clara couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. She knew that the outfit would turn heads and make her the center of attention at the swingers club.
Feeling a sudden surge of desire, Clara moved away from the mirror and lay down on her bed. She began to run her hands over her body, teasing herself through the lace of her bodysuit. Her fingers traced the outline of her nipples, causing them to harden in response. She moaned softly as she pressed her thighs together, feeling the familiar warmth building between them. With a low groan, Clara slipped a hand beneath the lace of her bodysuit and began to stroke herself in earnest. She closed her eyes and let out a string of curses as she plunged two fingers inside herself, imagining the thrill of being surrounded by multiple partners at the swingers club. Finally, with a shudder, Clara reached her climax. She lay there panting for a moment, catching her breath, before sitting up and smoothing down her outfit. It was time to head to the club and let the real fun begin.
As Clara walked into the dimly lit room, she took in the sight of the other women who were already there. They were all dressed in seductive outfits, with lacy bras and thongs that left little to the imagination. One woman was wearing a corset that cinched her waist tightly, accentuating her curves, while another was wearing a sheer robe that barely covered her nipples. Clara felt a rush of excitement course through her body as she looked around the room. The scent of sex was thick in the air, and she could see several couples already engaged in various stages of play. She couldn't wait to join in the fun.
She made her way over to a group of women who were lounging on a plush couch, their hands wandering over each other's bodies. Clara took a deep breath and slid onto the couch, letting her hand rest on the thigh of the woman next to her. The woman moaned softly as Clara's fingers trailed over the lace of her thong. Clara leaned in and kissed her deeply, tasting the sweet tang of her lipstick on her lips. The woman's hands were already on Clara's breasts, squeezing and caressing them through the thin fabric of her bra.
As they kissed, Clara felt another woman's hand brush against her leg. She opened her eyes and saw a brunette with long hair, her lips curled into a sultry smile. Clara reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her closer. The brunette knelt between Clara's legs, her fingers hooking into the waistband of her thong. She pulled them down slowly, baring Clara's wet pussy to the room. Clara gasped as the cool air hit her heated skin. The brunette leaned in and ran her tongue over Clara's clit, making her moan loudly. Clara leaned back against the couch, her legs spread wide as the brunette worked her magic. She felt the other women's hands on her breasts, tugging at her nipples and squeezing them roughly.