Devin broke the moment asking, “On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate this?”
“Sssh,” I sighed, “Let's just enjoy this.”
“Seriously,” he said, “One to ten, with a ten being mind blowing.”
“Devin, let it be,” I protested, “Just be quiet.”
Devin sat up in bed and looked at me.
“Oh boy, here we go again,” I thought, “Devin drop it.”
“Three, four... did you even cum Lindsey?” he badgered.
I now sat up in bed, pulling the sheet up covering my breasts, and drawing my knees up to my chest.
“It wasn’t all that great was it Linds?” He continued the postmortem, “We are in a rut and I have a great idea.”
He grabbed his jacket and pulled out a magazine. There was a scantly clad couple on the cover.
“You think we need to look at porn?” I screamed as I ripped the magazine from his hand and threw it across the room.
“It is not porn, just calm down,” he said as he retrieved the magazine from the other side of the room, “it is a lifestyle magazine.”
“What the hell are you talking about Devin?” I said, not calming down.
“Please, just look at it with me for two minutes,” he bargained, “if you aren’t interested I will drop it.”
“Two minutes, that is all!” I told him as he climbed back into bed.
We laid on our stomachs, with pillows tucked under our elbows, and started to look through the magazine.
It wasn’t porn, at least, not exactly. It was a magazine about the “swinging lifestyle.” I was surprised to see ads for three clubs right here in our own little midwest hometown.
I was impressed that they stressed an absolute drug-free policy and a high class, non threatening atmosphere. At least that is what they said in the articles about swinging.
Truth be told, I always had been intrigued about this world. From giggling about it in locker rooms in high school to sometimes fantasizing about it during masturbation sessions. I had never said anything about these fantasies to Devin. What an erotic coincidence.
After about an hour, Devin pointed out the time, “I assume, since we are still looking at this, this is something you are interested in?”
I played it coy, “You know I am open minded. I am willing to listen, to explore this a little more... maybe. Is this something you are really interested in?”
“Only if you are Linds,” Devin said as he dressed to head back to his place, “only if you are.”
“Let’s think about it. I will read up more about this on the web,” I offered, “You should too. Now you need to go and rescue Jack (his dog) - he’s been alone all day.”
I walked him to the door. We hugged and kissed goodnight. I loved the feeling of being naked and kissing a fully clothed man.
“Maybe I should stay a little longer,” he said holding a breast and sucking on my nipple.
I pushed him out the door and went into the bathroom to shower.
After getting the water temperature perfect I stepped in to the flow of soothing water, letting it envelop my body. I love the feeling of the warm water cascading through my hair, following the curve of my back, and curling around my ass as it dribbles away from my pussy.
My old fantasy of joining a swingers club started to return. Were they really like I imagined? Groups of beautiful naked bodies twisting and cavorting in ecstasy? Strangers staring at my body with desire and probing me with their fingers among other things?
I shifted my stance in the shower changing the warm flow. The path now took the water mostly down my front ending with the water dripping off my hard nipples. I loaded my puff with bath lotion and started slowly caressing myself, lost in fantasy.
I imagined that two way mirrors hid club members from my view as they watched me showering. I gently tugged on my hard soapy nipples.
I felt their eyes on me. I was sure they were naked too and becoming as aroused as I was. I started to lather my pussy. It felt so good as I leaned back into the warm tile wall. My left hand was massaging my lips as my right hand tugged at my nipples.
One by one, my fingers started to penetrate me, curling up to my g-spot. Oh my god, I loved this so much.
My thumb joined in the fun now, as it toyed with my growing clit. My hips started moving in rhythm with my hand. I felt their eyes on me and I saw them start cuming as I started to whimper at the approach of my own orgasm. The “yes, yes, yes.” I yelled out, as I came, was more a response to Devin’s plan, than to my body’s own pleasure.
As I toweled off and wrapped my hair up, I slipped on my most luxurious robe. I sat down in front of my computer and began an exploration of the world of polyamory.
The famous swinging clubs around the country sounded kind of pitiful, to me at least. Accounts I read, described middle aged couples, in less than top shape, engaged in swap play. Some descriptions told of tourists sipping drinks watching it all, only to leave after an hour with the taste of cheap liquor on their tongues and stories to tell --or not tell-- their friends back in Iowa.
The most intriguing venues, to me, were those gatherings in private homes by invitation. These parties had dress codes, grooming rules, and very specific policies of behavior. Based on Devin’s magazines, there were two such clubs close by our location.
I had the most delightful dreams of what the swinging life style was like that night. First thing in the morning, I called Devin and told him to meet me for dinner at our favorite restaurant.
“Devin,” I said looking him straight in the eyes over the candle at our table, “is this something you really want to do?”
“Only with you by my side Linds,” Devin earnestly said. “I think it could really bring us closer.”
“If it doesn’t rip us apart,” I hastily interjected. “Wouldn’t you be wild with jealousy watching another guy - or other guys - fucking me in front of you?”
Devin grabbed my hand under the table and rubbed it over his hard cock. “Does this tell you how I would feel?” He added, “How would you feel seeing it slide into another woman’s pussy?”
I took his hand and slowly slide it up my skirt, along my thigh, and against my pussy. I felt his fingers explore me. I know he felt how wet and swollen I was.
“You aren’t wearing panties Linds,” he grinned. “We both really feel the same about this don’t we?” he laughed.
I showed him the ad and told him to e-mail them for an interview. He quickly texted a response to the ad.
“What if you pass the “physical” and I don’t?” I asked.
“Lindsey, you are 5’9” and 128 pounds of pure female hott. My god, how could you say that? Long beautiful brown hair, green eyes, and the most magnificent breasts that ever filled a 34B cup,” Devin starred with pure lust at me and added, “Lindsey, you are every guy’s wet dream.”
“When the women there, get a look at your hard body and gorgeous blue eyes,” I responded adding, “they’ll cum before you can even get out your seven inch stud stick!”
We laughed and agreed we’d both pass the physical. But what else will they ask? “Bzzzz,” Devin’s phone alerted him he had an e-mail. He looked up and said, “Tomorrow night at Manny’s Steak House. We are to ask for the Everson party.”
I wore my favorite VS black push-up bra dress that gave me a little sexy cleavage for a change, a black lace thong, black silk stockings, and my favorite black platform peep toe heels. Devin insisted I wear a little black choker he gave me for my birthday too.
Devin wore my favorite Collezione grey Merino suit and looked fabulous as we walked into Manny’s, arm in arm. “The Everson party?” Devin asked the maitre d.
“Very good sir,” the plump balding little man said, “right this way.”
As we introduced ourselves and met Winston and Barbara Everson (an attractive couple, perhaps ten years our senior in their mid thirties.) We ordered drinks and exchanged the usual chitchat. After we placed our orders and had another drink, Winston asked, “what prompted you to respond to our ad Lindsey and Devin?”
We both started to speak, but Devin deferred to me, “This is something we both have been interested in for a while now. For me, longer than that - back to high school actually.”
Winston leaned forward to us both and whispered, “This is not something that should be done as a lark, or to save a relationship. Have you considered all the ramifications?”
“We think so,” we both responded.
Over a wonderful meal, Winston and Barbara both explained a number of things that we needed to know as potential members. Their club had approximately 25 couples and rarely any singles attended. The monthly meetings always took place in one of the members homes or at a discreet hotel’s hospitality suite where a number of suites would be held for the members to use during the evening.
“Evening wear is required,” Winston went on, “at least at the beginning of the evening.” He chuckled.
There were occasional theme nights, requiring different dress and behavior. They frequently stressed to us that “no” meant “no” and we were never do anything we felt uncomfortable doing, even if we had begun something and then changed our minds.
“I really suggest, that if you do decide to join us,” whispered Barbara, “that the two of you pick a safe word to use if you feel uncomfortable.