My True Stories
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Posted:Jul 17, 2019 11:49 pm
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The following stories are ALL TRUE, and happened to me during the time period of 2001-2005. I changed all of the people's names, and the name of the location, but if you're a Las Vegas local and frequent any of the Swinger's clubs in town, then you'll recognize it for sure. The "chapters" are all numbered, and it's best to read them in order, but each one stands on it's own. They are pretty long, the original intention was to write a "dirty novel", but I never got around to writing more after 4 chapters.
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The Blue Room Chapter 1 - Exposure
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Posted:Jul 17, 2019 11:52 pm
Last Updated:Oct 28, 2020 11:42 pm
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The Blue Room
Chapter 1 - Exposure
My name is Jake, and I’m going to take you on a tour of the Blue Room Social Club and Spa. Then, I’m going to tell you a few true stories that illustrate the kinds of things that go on there. This and all subsequent stories about the Blue Room are true, however the names of everyone and everything (including the Blue Room) have been changed.
As you enter the front door of the Blue Room, you find yourself inside a short vestibule with a display to the right offering some souvenir type items such as sports cups, ball caps and coffee mugs alongside sexy lingerie and suggestive T-shirts for sale. On the left is a small table with two chairs displaying the town’s local underground newspapers and flyers for other clubs in the area. Just before the main door is a window where George is waiting to greet you to the club. There are signs on the walls proclaiming the rules, but George repeats them, just the same. “Welcome to the Blue Room, Jake. It’s good to have you back. Just a reminder: No means No, Yes means Yes, there’s no drugs, alcohol, or paying for sex. This is an Adult Social Club and Spa, which means there’s open nudity and open sex allowed anywhere in the club. Do you have your membership card?” I show my card and George buzzes me in.
I’m a regular here, and I know all the staff on a first-name basis. I come in as a single male, but because I have been coming here for so long, I have a lot of friends inside and I don’t stay single for long. Over the time I’ve been coming here, I have developed “special” relationships with several single women. The basic gist of it is that whenever we’re in the club at the same time, we portray ourselves as a couple. This makes other couples more comfortable being with us, and allows us both the opportunity to have sex with them when they otherwise wouldn’t normally “hook up” with a single male or female. I currently have 5 such “special” lady friends. Three of them know each other, and two of them like each other. They all know and understand that I can’t and don’t remain exclusive with any of them. I come in here to play. It’s what I come in here for, and I’m not about to change my lifestyle. I realized a long time ago that I could never limit myself to only having sex with just one partner for the rest of my life.
I have had sex with all these women both by ourselves and with others on many occasions. We are very close, and we truly love each other. Just not in the way most people define love. We have genuine affection for each other, but we all know that the kissing and hugging remains within the confines of the club.
We all have outside lives that we must maintain. I’ve taken several of them out to concerts and dinners and had “dates” with them, but that’s about as far as it goes. We all know that we are not building any type of long-term relationship other than what we do in the club. One of my “girls” (Jesse) is married, but her husband doesn’t mind her coming here because he can’t handle her sex drive. He sees this as a way for her to be satisfied sexually without worrying about whom she’s with or where she’s doing it. I have met him and we even had a three-way at the club one time. He respects me and knows that I am not going to try to take her away from him or disrupt their marriage in any way. I also respect them and their marriage. Jesse and Richard are very much in love and have one of the strongest relationships I’ve ever seen. Jesse and I have a mutual affection for each other that is purely physical. We do not desire to make any sort of future together, we simply have great sex together and with others. Richard understands that for both she and I, this is just sex. I am completely clean and safe in every way, and he knows I would never let Jesse get into any kind of unsafe situation, or let things get out of control with other members in the club. At the same time, Jesse gives Richard all the sex he can handle when she gets home.
But I digress. I promised you a tour of the club, so let’s go inside. Once inside the door, you follow a narrow, short hallway that empties into the “main body” of the club. The first thing you see is the jukebox on the left side wall, and the pool table that occupies the space immediately to the right. The bar is directly in front of you, and beyond the jukebox there are two poles set on a stage for girls to dance on if that’s what they’re into. A lot of women have a fantasy of stripping for their husbands/boyfriends, so this is available for them to use. The Hostesses sometimes use the poles to dance on, as well, in order to loosen things up or to get people in the mood. The Hostesses are there to provide tours or to give gentlemen or couples lap dances or rub-downs. They are not prostitutes. They cannot take off their bras or panties, and cannot touch or be touched by patrons on their breasts or genitals. Their main function is to make people comfortable in the club and to help members meet each other. I’ll talk more about the Hostesses a little later.
There is a small dance floor between the pool table and the bar, framed on one side by the dance poles, and three “booths” arranged side by side and closed off by beaded curtains hanging down from the ceiling all the way to the floor. The booths are semi-private, and provide a little bit of shelter from the noise of the club when it gets busy. There is a painting on the wall immediately behind the bar depicting a bar-like scene where all the people are nude or semi-nude and enjoying various sexual acts. To the left of the bar is a door leading to the men’s locker room and restroom. As you follow the bar all the way to the right, there is a hallway that goes behind the three booths with the beaded curtains and leads toward the “back” of the club.
Halfway down this hallway there is a glass door leading to the Jacuzzi and shower areas, and another door leading to the couple’s locker room and lady’s rest room. From within the couple’s locker room is also a door leading to the Orgy Room. This room is approximately 18 feet square and dominated by a large bed, 10 feet square. This is a Couple’s Area, and can only be accessed by people with a Couple’s key, which is available from the bar. There are several areas within the club that are Couple’s Only. These areas are only accessible to single men or women if they are invited by a couple, or if they hook up as a couple together.
The term, “Couples Only” is not quite accurate, as the areas are completely accessible to groups of two or more. Basically, these areas are closed to single males or females. There are other sections of the club for singles to meet and interact with other members.
As you go further down the hallway towards the back of the club, you soon enter the first “social area” made up of several couches, a coffee table, and a table and chairs. This is where we sit and get to know each other. We tell our jokes here and generally just shoot the shit. There are two “Voyeur Rooms” located here, with locking doors and windows that are transparent as long as the people inside keep the lights on. If the occupants of the room prefer privacy, they can turn off the lights and the windows are no longer transparent. Many people use these rooms to live out their exhibitionist fantasies without worrying about other people disturbing them or trying to join in.
There is also a wrought-iron gate in the lounge area. This gate is locked and is only accessible with a Couple’s key. Inside this gate are six cubicles that are more or less identical. Each features a bed, pillows, wicker chair, trash can, a box of Kleenex and a fabric curtain in the doorway. These are the “private rooms” for couples. The accepted etiquette is that if you want someone to watch or join in, leave the curtain open, or turn the light up. If you want to be left alone, close the curtain and/or dim the light. At the end of this small area is another lounge area featuring couches and coffee tables. The center of this room is dominated by a large circular sofa with a large potted plant nestled in the center. This is the Couple’s Lounge Area and is fairly identical to the main lounge area outside the gate with the exception that there are no single members allowed within this area. This is a special place for couples to meet and interact with other couples without the almost constant barrage of single males trying to hook up with them. It sounds tough on the males, but if a couple wants to hook up with a single male, they simply stay within the areas that are accessible to single gentlemen. This also makes it easier on the guys, because it’s easier to identify the couples that are looking to hook up with a single guy, rather than wasting time with a couple that is not interested.
Now since this is my tour, I’m going to go ahead and give my own plug. Notice how this coffee table is padded? It’s very comfortable to lie down on. One of the things I enjoy doing here is giving ladies -downs. It’s not sex exactly, it’s a very erotic, sensuous body-rub that I love to do. Now I’m not licensed in Massage, and it’s not what I do for a living, so I can’t call it a “massage”. It’s just a very sensual, -down from your temples to your toes, and I don’t leave anything out. My hands will touch every part of your body. By the time I’m done, most women orgasm. If I do anything that you feel is inappropriate or that you don’t appreciate, let me know, and I’ll stop. Otherwise, just relax and enjoy yourself. I get immense pleasure out of giving women pleasure and making them feel good. And the ladies realize after a very short time that I’m very sincere and not just trying to have sex with them. I’ll tell you how I got started doing the massages another time.
That’s the end of the tour, you’ve seen everything. Feel free to stick around, it’ll get busy pretty soon. While we’re waiting, let me tell you a story about my very first night here in the Blue Room. First a little background information: People don’t “become” swingers. It is a part of them their whole life, and the lucky ones are the ones who discover the fact early. I was one of those people.
While in High School I had a girlfriend that was approximately 9 years older than I was. She was very open-minded and adventurous about sex and I soon discovered that I had the same views on sex and sexuality. We spent several years living together and in that time we participated in several threesomes and some partner-swapping with other couples. I had never been to an actual “club” until very recently (only 6 months ago). Subsequently, we broke up over other differences in our relationship. Oddly we still talk on the phone and occasionally get together when she comes back to visit friends (She lives in another state now). We are still good friends and occasional lovers, we simply agreed that we can’t live together. I’ve had two other long-term relationships since then, but neither of them was very receptive of the idea of sex either with other couples or as a group or threesome. After breaking up with my most recent girlfriend, I was trying to figure out where I was going to meet a girl with the same views and feelings I have towards sex and sexuality when I said to myself, “DUH!!! Go where they go!” So I looked up “swingers” on the internet and soon narrowed the cascade of hits by specifying the town where I live. I soon had the telephone numbers and addresses of the two clubs in my town that looked the most promising with respect to distance and pricing.
I was very typical of the first time visitor. The first person I met was Jerry, the bartender. I asked all the stupid questions that everyone asks. I asked Jerry What kind of place it was and he told me that it was an adult social club and the kinds of activities that go on there. I asked him what kind of people came in there. He looked me dead in the eye and said, “Well, you know we get all kinds of people. We get a lot of retarded people, people in wheelchairs, old people, you know, people that can’t get sex on their own the way normal people do.” At first I was horrified! I actually believed him for a second or two before he broke into a huge grin and assured me that everyone there was just a normal “Joe” like myself. I was hesitant at first, but Jerry let me sit at the bar and relax a little bit. I met one of the Hostesses, Margaret, and the nighttime bartender that was just coming on shift, Beverly. After about 30 minutes, I realized that these were just normal people like myself who believed that sex and sexuality is a completely normal part of being human and weren’t shy about anything. Beverly explained that I could get a nightly membership for $40 just to try the place out. Then, if I decided I wanted to upgrade to a monthly membership for $125, then the $40 I already paid would apply to that total as long as I upgraded before closing time the next morning. I decided to give it a try. I paid for a nightly, and wandered about the club.
I saw people wearing regular clothes, some wearing towels, I even saw a couple of ladies in negligees. Some people were totally naked, completely unashamed to be showing their bodies to whoever might notice. And these were regular people, too! I mean they weren’t “model” types with perfect bodies and sculpted muscles. They were old and young, fat and thin, plain and beautiful, just like you and me. I became more at ease with every passing moment, and felt completely comfortable walking out of the locker room with just a towel wrapped around my waist. The setting was very much like a living room in someone’s house and I felt like a welcome, long-time guest. I met several couples and some single men and women on that first night.
While soaking in the Jacuzzi just minding my own business and enjoying the relaxing effects the water had on my body, I noticed a young attractive couple enter the Jacuzzi area. They were wearing nothing save for towels like myself, and they unashamedly shed their towels and got in the Jacuzzi. We exchanged “Hello’s” and they introduced themselves as Bob and Karen. I would say they were in their late 20’s and both were attractive. Karen is a tall natural blonde with nice melon-sized breasts and a “landing strip” shaved into her pussy hair. Bob is a little taller at about 5’11’’ with sandy brown hair and blue eyes. The Jacuzzi was large enough to accommodate up to about 6-8 people, and I was the only one there when they got in. Although there was a lot of space available all around the tub, they sat down right next to me and started making out. Here I was, a complete stranger, and this couple was kissing and fondling each other’s naked bodies literally right next to where I was sitting. I watched in fascination for a while as she writhed on Bob’s lap with his fingers buried deep in her pussy. Soon Karen turned to me and asked me to rub her breasts while Bob finger-fucked her. What else could I do? I reached over and started rubbing her breasts from the side while she sat facing Bob on his lap with her legs spread wide open, allowing complete access for his hands between her legs. Karen began moaning very soon and she began to rock back and forth on Bob’s lap with his fingers playing in the folds of her pussy. I got off the seat and moved in behind her so that I could rub my body against her back as I reached around front and rubbed both of her breasts.
Karen leaned back against my chest and turned her head to kiss me. She thrust her tongue deep into my mouth and I warily responded in kind. I was nervous at first because I didn’t know how her husband was going to take this sort of behavior (as if mauling her breasts wasn’t invasion enough). I glanced at Bob while Karen was kissing me, looking for signs that he was getting mad. I was reassured when he smiled at me then placed his penis at the entrance of his wife’s pussy lips. I tweaked her nipples and rubbed her breasts more firmly trying to provide as much pleasure as I could when Karen reached back to play with my penis while being fucked by her husband. She stroked me pretty hard and I began to really get into it, rocking to meet her stroke. She soon removed her hands and moved one hand up to my left hand and pressed it harder into the flesh of her breast while she simultaneously moved my right hand down to the top of her pussy. She pressed my finger to the nub of her clit and asked me to rub it while her husband was fucking her.
I happen to have very talented hands, so I took my time and gently (at first) strummed my fingers across her clit as though it were a guitar string, back and forth in a fluid motion. Now I’m pretty secure in my heterosexuality, so I don’t have any hang-ups or fears about touching another guy’s dick if we’re both making love to the same woman. I’m not gay or bi, but at the same time I don’t freak out if I make contact with another guy’s dick or he makes contact with mine. I am not interested in sucking another guy’s dick or having sex with another guy, but I don’t see any problems with using my hands to provide stimulation for anyone involved in a three-or-moresome. In my opinion, when in a group situation, there’s no reason why everyone can’t give everyone else pleasure. So it was completely natural for me to reach further down and stroke Bob’s dick as it slid in and out of his wife’s pussy, alternating my attention between her pussy and the shaft of his penis and his balls with my right hand while my left hand moved back and forth between both of Karen’s beautiful breasts. Karen reached back again and stroked my dick with her hand while kissing me and riding roughly atop her husband’s erection, causing water to spill out over the side of the hot tub.
We started to attract a crowd of onlookers, mostly single guys that circulate through the club waiting for something interesting to happen. Karen looked around and when she noticed her “audience”, she really got aroused. She stood up in the tub and turned around to face me, sitting back down on Bob’s dick. She pulled me towards her, opening her legs wide while atop her husband’s lap and welcoming me into a sensuous embrace. Her hands reached for my penis, gently pulling it up to her mouth. I climbed up on the seat they were sitting on, placing my feet on either side of their bodies and fed my dick into Karen’s waiting mouth. She tickled the head of my cock with her tongue, licking all around the sensitive area circulating the head of my penis. I groaned in pleasure and she opened up and sucked my dick into her eager mouth, pulling on my asscheeks trying to get me deeper down her throat. I rocked back and forth a little bit, easing my cock past her lips in a steady rhythm. Karen soon began pounding down on Bob’s dick buried to the hilt in her snug pussy; she was beginning to orgasm. She took my dick out of her mouth and pumped on it furiously, trying to bring me off at the same time. I just wasn’t ready to come yet, so I stepped down and mashed her breasts with my hands and pushed her down harder on her husband’s cock, intensifying the strength of her orgasm.
After she came, she got up off her husband’s cock and made him sit up on the side of the Jacuzzi. She bent down to suck him off and told me to fuck her from behind. I was not expecting this, and had not thought to bring a condom with me. I started to mumble something about not being prepared, but Bob unrolled their towel and tossed me a condom that was wrapped up inside. I put on the safe and proceeded to press the head of my dick to the very slick entrance of her pussy lips.
Karen moaned around Bob’s dick and pushed back against me, sinking my cock all the way to the hilt in the moist cavern of her cunt. I couldn’t believe how hot her pussy was inside! The Jacuzzi was hot, but it was nothing compared to the heat her pussy generated. This was the first time I had sex in a hot tub, so I was not ready for the heat. It took all of my will not to come right on the spot. I had to slow down and acclimate myself to the heat inside her pussy. When I started to pump my dick in and out of her pussy again, I was confident that I would last long enough to bring her to another orgasm before I had mine. I leaned down and rubbed her breasts while she bobbed her head up and down on Bob’s impressive cock. Still pumping my cock into her pussy, I ran my hands up the sides of her body and stroked my fingers through her hair and around to her face and neck, then I reached further and jiggled Bob’s balls while Karen worked over his cock with her mouth and tongue. Bob smiled at me and then pushed his wife’s head down all the way to the root of his dick, impaling her head on his spear. The stimulation was too much for Bob, and he started to buck his hips and pound his dick into Karen’s mouth and throat. He came very vocally, crying out in ecstasy as his seed flowed down Karen’s throat. Karen began to come too, her entire body shuddering between the two of us. She pulled herself off my still-hard erection, falling into her husband’s embrace.
They both looked at my rigid cock and realized that I had not come yet. Although I was very close at the end, I still had not had my orgasm. Karen had me sit down on the seat in the hot tub and sat down on my penis, facing me and burying me in to the hilt once again. I reached up and played with her breasts and sucked her nipples while she rode me hard. I felt a hand caressing my balls and realized that it could not belong to Karen, who had both of her hands on my shoulders. I looked past her to see Bob, who was also in the water and moving his body up close behind Karen’s. His hand disappeared, and I felt him trying to aim his cock at his wife’s asshole.
Karen’s pussy became suddenly very tight and I felt the unmistakable sensation of a cock sliding along the other side of the partition between Karen’s pussy and asshole. This was the friction that brought me to the brink. Between the heat of her pussy, Karen’s hands and lips playing with my body, and the feeling of Bob’s dick sliding in and out of her asshole on the other side of the barrier, I came thunderously. I shuddered and shook for a full minute or more, growling out my orgasm like some sort of animal. I came really hard (I always have, a lot of women say they love to watch and feel me come on top of them, I shake and shudder uncontrollably for a good minute or so).
After I was spent, I looked around and was surprised to see that no one was still watching. I don’t know why, but for some reason most people leave immediately after the people they are watching achieve their orgasm. This still puzzles me today. The only thing I can think of is that they somehow feel “guilty” or some such shit like that. Anyway Karen, Bob, and I sat in the Hot Tub for a few more minutes, all three of us in a group embrace. When the heat became too much, we got out of the tub and walked to the showers with our towels dangling from our hands.
All three of us stepped into the shower and standing on either side of Karen, Bob and I began soaping up her body under the warm water. Karen reached her soap-slicked hands out to both sides and began playing with both of our cocks while we massaged soap all over her entire body, paying special attention to her tits and pussy. Karen knelt down on the floor of the shower and rinsed our cocks off in the water spray. Then she pulled our dicks closer and pressing them together, took both of us into her mouth at the same time. This was a sensation like no other I’ve ever felt before.
It seemed a little strange at first, but I quickly warmed up to the idea when Bob started moving his dick slowly back and forth alongside my own in Karen’s hungry mouth. The feeling of his dickhead rubbing against mine as it went back and forth in her mouth was incredible. At the same time, Karen slid her tongue all around both of our cocks, sticking the tip into our pee slits and licking all around the heads of our cocks.
I was close to coming again when Karen stood up and pushed me against the cold shower wall and pressed her body up against mine. She began grinding against me and she thrust her tongue deep into my mouth, seeking my tonsils. I was delighted to see Bob reappear with more condoms and begin unwrapping one of them. Bob and Karen don’t use condoms with each other, they just keep them for when they play with others. I have found that most couples that play with single men have a similar policy. He handed the condom to Karen and she placed it into her mouth, kneeling down to the floor once again.
Using just her mouth, Karen unrolled the condom onto my dick. She abruptly turned around and backed up against me. I did not see Bob sticking his KY-covered finger into Karen’s asshole while she was putting the condom on me, but I sure was grateful for it when she backed up onto my dick. Once Karen had me snug in her rear door, Bob moved close in up front. He pressed his dick to the entrance of her pussy and shoved in with one thrust. Karen became a wild woman, literally climbing up Bob’s legs and wrapping her own legs around his waist. Bob and I held her up against my chest then Bob began pounding away inside her pussy while I did all I could just to stay in her asshole. The feeling of her snug asshole wrapped around my cock with the added sensation of Bob’s dick sliding against mine through the barrier was exquisite. The friction really got Karen hot and I could tell that Bob was really close to coming again, too. We all did our best to hold off but the attempt was in vain. All three of us soon climaxed together, Bob and I holding Karen up between us as our knees buckled and tried to give out from the exertion.
There is a certain point at which everyone realizes that the fun is over. It’s not so much a spoken agreement as it is a subliminal consensus. Sensing that the session was over, I graciously thanked both Karen and Bob and made my exit to the locker room. A few minutes later, they came out to the bar where I was sitting and bade me farewell. Karen kissed me passionately on the lips, adding one last thrust of her body against mine. I responded in kind, however I got the distinct impression that this was to be a short kiss, more or less a quick Thank You for a good time. I shook hands with Bob, commented that he was a lucky man to have a wife like Karen at his side, and they left for the evening.
I learned some things that night: First of all, I would need a generous supply of condoms. I made a mental note to buy a large economy pack on my way home (I have since learned to go down to the local Health District on my days off and get my condoms there for free. They have a surprisingly wide selection of top brands). Secondly, I learned that I would need to bring my own towel from now on. Although the club provided towels, they were not quite my size (I’m not a small man). I also learned that it is a good idea to bring a second change of clothes, in case anything should happen, I can still feel fresh and change into clean clothes after a quick shower.
Well, that’s all I have time for right now. I promise more stories as time goes by. I repeat at this point that all the “Blue Room” stories are true in the sense that everything I describe actually happened. I have taken the liberty of changing the names and re-arranging the order of some events, but everything I describe in this series actually happened to me unless otherwise specified.
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Chapter 3 - My Ladies
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Posted:Oct 28, 2020 11:45 pm
Last Updated:Jun 22, 2021 9:26 am
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Chapter Three – “My Ladies”
Hello, My name is Jake and this is the third installment of the Blue Room series of stories. If you have never read any of this series, I recommend that you read the beginning chapters in order to get the most out of the stories, as one builds upon the next. Each story has the ability to stand alone, however you will not be familiar with the layout of the club or the free and easy-going atmosphere of the place without having read the previous chapters. If you’ve never read the previous chapters you will not be “lost”, you just won’t get the full feeling of the place. Like all of the Blue Room stories, the people described and the events that take place in this story are completely real! I have taken the liberty of changing the names (including the real name of The Blue Room) and the exact order of some of the events that took place, but unless otherwise specified, everything in this series actually happened to me personally, or I was there to see it live and in person.
The Blue Room is an adult Social Club and Spa, which loosely translated means that it’s a swinger’s club. They have several amenities like showers and lockers, a jacuzzi, exercise equipment, a pool table, a stage for dancing with a pole, and several private and public rooms complete with beds. There is a bar that serves soda, juice and water (no alcohol, it’s against the law here to have alcohol on premises where total nudity is allowed). I have been coming here for a little more than a year and tonight I’m going to tell you about my “ladies”.
Since I started coming to the club, I have met and become extremely close with several single women (and couples, for that matter, but that’s not the focus of this story). Some of them are extremely wild, with absolutely no inhibitions or self-consciousness about their bodies and eager to “play” as part of a group, while others are more reserved, preferring a more intimate, personal one-on-one experience. Lots of women come in specifically to live out a fantasy such as having a threesome or to suck as many cocks as they can find in an evening. We even get a few (at least one or two per month) who want to be gang-banged. That reminds me of another story about a certain Playboy Playmate (no shit!) that comes into town about twice a year and while here, she and her husband come to the club to find anonymous sex partners for her to live out her fantasy of being group-fucked. I’ll tell the whole story another time, but the basics of it are that they come into the club and walk all through the place, handing out slips of paper to the single guys. The papers have numbers on them, and then they go into the Orgy Room and have the bartender call out the first numbers. Those guys go the Orgy Room and are each handed 3 condoms by her husband. The guys are then told to do anything they want with her, but they must wear condoms at all times, even when she’s sucking their cock. When most of the guys have exhausted themselves, the bartender calls the next group of and it goes on all night long. She usually comes out of the room with her hair and clothes in disarray and looking very worn-out as she is very rough sexually. Obviously, I cannot say who she is and on this issue I must remain true my word. I will not divulge any information about who she really is, what month/issue, etc. When I told her that I was writing about the club, she made that a condition of my relating her story. I will respect her and anyone else’s wishes to remain totally anonymous. I do, however, know when she’s scheduled to be back in town! I don’t know when I’ll get around to telling her story, but it’s a real bone-hardener, just like she is.
When a new lady comes into the club for the first time, I introduce myself to her and begin casual conversation. I let her know in no uncertain terms that I am a regular customer of the club and that I am there for her if she has any questions about the club or anything else in general. I find something to compliment them about and try my best to put them at ease in what can easily be an intimidating atmosphere. Obviously, it’s prudent to initiate some conversation with the individual to establish ground rules and make sure everyone’s on the same page. Nothing is worse than finding yourself in a situation that you were not prepared for or learning that someone is looking for more than you are willing to provide. Some people are looking for permanent, long-term relationships and this is DEFINITELY not the place to find one, even though I did find my girlfriend here, but that’s an exception to the rule, and I’ll explain that in Chapter 4 of this series.
While I have found that most of the women here are perfectly happy to have anonymous sex, admittedly some of them have serious personal problems. There may be a very good reason why they’re not in a committed relationship, then again, they may not be capable of keeping one. I’ve met quite a few women (and men, for that matter) in the club that were socially inept, emotionally scarred, somewhat eccentric or just plain nuts. That’s why conversation and communication are so important before initiating anything physical. It’s more than important, it’s vital that you make sure you’re not dealing with a psychopath. I can’t stress this point emphatically enough. You must make sure that you’re dealing with a competent, secure adult with the ability to make adult decisions. Dealing with someone else’s regrets, hang-ups or emotional baggage after the fact is a real bummer, not to mention a turn-off.
If things progress to the point where there is physical imtimacy, I do my best to make sure she is completely satisfied. Afterward, I like to lie with her, stroking her hair and body, drawing out the “afterplay” of great sex. It’s during this most intimate time that I steer the conversation to find out what she’s really there for. Some women come for revenge on their husbands, some come for completely anonymous sex, some come just to satisfy their curiosity, and some come just to feel “wild”. There are many more reasons, but the reason isn’t as important as what they want. I have found that many women want a man that is willing to just give them sex when they want it without any commitment of any kind. They have tried the “bar scene” and had their share of bad experiences there. In many ways this is better for them because they don’t have to bring a stranger into their home, nor do they have to go into someone else’s home where they may find themselves in danger. The club provides a safe, clean environment for them to have their fun, then go home. They would rather have someone that they know well and can trust not to hurt them and that they know is safe. I fill this role for many women. The Blue Room is perfect for these women. It is here that they can find me and other men like me that are looking for the same thing.
I’m getting off track, I was supposed to be telling about my ladies! As I was saying, I have several ladies with whom I am especially close and see on somewhat of a regular basis. I have explained a little about this phenomenon in the first chapter, but I’ll elaborate more here. When I come into the club and I find one of my ladies already here, I greet them with a kiss and a hug and if they haven’t already ‘hooked up’ with someone, then I ask if they want to be with me for the evening. If they don’t, that’s fine. But if they do, then no matter who comes into the club after that, I’m “with” this lady and we are a couple for the evening. If one or more of my other ladies comes into the club after that, of course I would never neglect them or blow them off. I greet them with a kiss and hug and explain that I’m with someone at the time, but they’re welcome to join us. When this happens, some of them go off on their own to see if anyone else they know is in the club, some of them join us, and some of them leave and come back another time. If one of my ladies asks me to be at the club at a certain date and time, then I’m hers for the evening even if someone comes in before her. I had to establish these rules after one night that nearly ended in disaster. I made up my mind right then and there that I had to make it fair somehow.
I now have 6 such “special” lady friends, Holly has been added since Chapter One. They now all know each other, and as of this writing, four of them have played together with me at the same time. They all know and understand that I can’t and don’t remain exclusive with any of them. I come in here to play. It’s what do, and I’m not about to change my lifestyle. I have had sex with all these women both by ourselves and with others on many occasions. We are very close, and we truly love each other. Just not in the way most people define love. We have genuine affection for each other, but we all know that the kissing and hugging remains within the confines of the club. There’s Jesse, Charlene, Chey (pronounced Shay), Jane, Holly and Robin. This does not include my girlfriend, Jean. She’s Chpapter 4.
Jesse and Chey are both happily married and have GREAT relationships with their husbands and are totally devoted to their families. They both have insatiable sex drives that are more than their husbands can handle. Of all the married couples that I know, theirs are among the strongest relationships I’ve ever seen. I hope that I someday find someone that I love as much as they have. I wrote about this in Chapter 1, check it out if you haven’t already. Charlene, Holly and Robin are constantly juggling boyfriends and/or “date” outside the club. Charlene is the only one that has brought a man to the club with her, while the others don’t let their boyfriends/dates know about this part of their life. That leaves Jane, she’s the only truly single one, but she’s much too busy to have time for a man in her life. She is very business-like in her demeanor. She comes in for sex, she has sex, then she leaves. No bullshit, no small talk, just business. I like her because when we’re together, I know that I’ll have time for another one of my ladies if they happen to come in.
Wellllllll, this one night was unexpected. It was about 6pm during a weeknight, probably Tuesday or Wednesday. Midweek is usually not very busy, all we generally see is a few hardcore regulars and very few tourists or first-timers. I was playing pool by myself when Chey came in and she joined me at the pool table. We were having a good time just enjoying ourselves when Jesse showed up. Jesse and Chey were both “regulars” like myself, and are frequently at the club at the same time. They know each other, and have frequently played together, both with and without me. Jesse joined us and we were soon playing “aggravation pool”. The rules of Aggravation Pool are very simple. You can do ANYTHING you want to distract the other player from making their shot, EXCEPT for touching either of their arms, the pool cue, or any of the balls on the table. This can include flashing the player, making loud noises, touching them sexually, etc. We were having a great time and the girls were both topless after about 30 minutes of playing the game. I already knew it was going to be a great night when all of a sudden, Robin showed up. She was not so much of a “regular” as a semi frequent visitor. She generally showed up 2 or 3 times a month, and since I’ve been coming in, she usually looks for me when she comes in. She of course knew that we were not “exclusive” and that I played with other women, but I don’t think she really “got it” until she saw our “aggravation pool” game and the things we did to make each other miss our shots. The girls stroked my cock through my pants, took it out and played with it, and sucked on it while I was trying to make a shot. They did similar things to each other, as well. They rubbed and sucked each other’s tits and pussies, and flashed their tits and pussies constantly when someone was trying to make a shot. Robin seemed OK, but she did not want to join us in our game. She went up to the bar and talked with the bartender.
I think you can see where this is going. In the space of under one hour, all six of my “special” girlfriends came into the club, each knowing that I would most likely be there. Charlene and Jane joined us at the pool table. I wasn’t surprised at Charlene since she was a fairly frequent visitor but Jane surprised me. I was the only one she knew in the group but she introduced herself to the other girls and made no secret of the fact that she was ready for whatever was about to happen.
Holly was very different, and as it turns out, she was the last one to come in. She was visibly hurt when she saw me with 4 other girls at the pool table (she didn’t even know about Robin at the bar) and she asked me if we could talk in private. I think she somehow felt we were somewhat exclusive and though she knew I hang out in a Swinger’s Club I don’t think she really understood that I had sex with other women until that very moment. She asked me what was going on and I said we were playing pool, but it looked like things were going to heat up A LOT real soon! She was very put off, and was definitely disturbed by the revelation that I actually had the nerve to have sex with other women in a sex club! (Go figure!) She did not slap me, but I got the distinct impression that’s exactly what she wanted to do. She was probably more pissed at herself for not seeing the reality of our relationship. She left. Plain and simple, she just turned around and left, didn’t say a word to anyone and never came back. That was the last time I saw her. I went back to the bar and had a quick conversation with Robin, asking if she was OK and she said it was OK but she just didn’t expect what she saw when she came to the club. I invited her to join the rest of us, but she said she really didn’t want to do a “group” thing and would come back some other time. She kissed me and then left but she did come back again a couple of weeks later.
I returned to the pool game and things had progressed rapidly in my absence. All four girls were naked, the pool game was forgotten and Jane was quickly making new friends with the other girls. Or should I say it was the other way around. They had her ON the table and the rest of them were licking her pussy and tits. By this time everyone in the club was watching this scene go down. I came over and stood next to Brian and Seth, who were both regulars whom I knew to be both polite and respectful. I knew that none of the girls would object to my suggestion that we go to the Orgy Room with the two other guys.
We all trooped in to the Orgy Room armed with towels, pillows and LOTS of condoms! We all got naked and the girls told us to sit back where the bed meets the wall. They began dancing for us, each girl moving slow and sensual. Their dancing became more exciting, rubbing up against each other and licking each other’s tits. They eventually ended up in a heap on the bed and we went to join them but Jesse said to stay put, they wanted to get more acquainted with Jane first. It was truly unbelievable. Here were four girls, all of them bisexual, putting on the sexiest show I had ever seen, period. Two of them had played together, one of them knew most of the others but had not played with them yet, and one who was new to the group, but very eager to play. Brian, Seth and I had raging boners in no time and we each put on condoms, knowing that this was going to be something very special. After about minutes or so, the girls had each racked up at least one orgasm apiece and they all agreed they wanted DICK! Jane paired up with Brian, Chey paired up with Seth, and Charlene and Jesse both attacked me. Charlene sat down on my face and Jesse sat down on my dick. They had sat down facing each other, and I could feel them playing with each other on top of me. I knew I would cum fairly quickly, this was A LOT of stimulation all at the same time. I did my best to hold off as long as I could but Jesse knew how to make me cum. She reached behind her and tickled my balls and asshole while riding me in a slow forward/back grinding action. She knew I would come fast, but she also knew I would stay hard afterwards (I am one of those very lucky men who can stay hard through several orgasms, ESPECIALLY when in a situation as stimulating as this). After I came, she lifted off me and removed the condom. Then she licked me clean and slipped another condom on me, then changed places with Charlene. I eagerly ate her pussy while Charlene took a ride on my still hard dick.
Brian and Seth weren’t that far behind me and they both shared orgasms with their partners before separating to see what would happen next.
One of my dreams came true that night. I was literally smothered in naked women! All four girls gave each of us guys a special treat. They had us lie down on our backs (one at a time) and they all climbed up on top of us and rubbed their bodies against us and against each other. I was completely covered in a mass of writhing, soft, warm willing flesh. They rubbed me all over, they licked me all over, and all four of them took turns fucking me while the others continued to rub and lick me everywhere. They did the same to both of my friends, and it was one of the most intense sexual experiences I’ve ever had. If you ever get the chance to be covered in women, GO FOR IT! I don’t care if you’re a girl or a guy, it is the most intense feeling you will ever experience.
We spent a total of about 2 hours on that Orgy Bed and everyone came at least 3 or 4 times. People in the club still talk about that night, even now 8 years later (this happened in 2001 and as I write this, it is currently 2009).
Well, that’s all I have time for right now. I promise more stories as time goes by. I repeat at this point that all the “Blue Room” stories are true in the sense that everything I describe actually happened. I have taken the liberty of changing the names and re-arranging the order of some events, but everything I describe in this series actually happened to me unless otherwise specified.
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Chapter Two - Erotic Touching
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Posted:Jul 18, 2019 12:01 am
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The Blue Room
Chapter Two - Erotic Touching (and more)
My name is Jake and this is the second installment of my experiences inside the Blue Room Adult Social Club and Spa. In the first chapter, I gave a brief tour of the club and then related a story of my experience on the very first night I visited here. I’m a regular of the club now, and as a result in addition to the familiarity I have with most of the members, I also help around the club when- and wherever I can. I offer rides home for anyone that wants one, I watch the bar while the bartenders take bathroom or meal breaks, and I’ve even fixed some of the doors and other fixtures inside the club. I often give tours for new people when the Hostesses are busy and I strive to make newcomers feel as welcome as possible.
There are several reasons for this. First of all, when people are comfortable, they feel welcome and want to come back again and again. Obviously repeat business is desired in any enterprise. Secondly, When someone is new to the club, they are likely to be very nervous. This can be quite an intimidating environment the very first time you step in the door. I consider it my mission to make that person feel not only welcome, but that they have a friend they can rely upon to stick around and make sure that they’re OK with the scene. I’m in effect “selling” the club and myself in the person’s mind by trying to make the best first impression possible. Upon completion of a successful tour, I will have explained to the person what is acceptable behavior, and what is frowned upon. I’ve also let them know what is expected of them and what they can expect from others while visiting the club. Even though I am not an employee of the club, I realize the value of keeping customers and drawing them back for repeat business. What is good for the club will ultimately be good for me, as well. This is why I do whatever I can to help out and make everyone feel welcome. I guess you could call me the unofficial ambassador of the Blue Room.
I have seen and been involved in some very interesting and erotic escapades in the very short time that I have been a member here. For example, I have developed a reputation for giving ladies extremely erotic rubdowns. These are very special “massages” whereby I spend the better part of an hour making a lady totally relax her entire body, then bring her to the pinnacle of sexual release using only my hands. This is how I explain it to a lady that is thinking of letting me do one: First of all, I am not licensed, nor am I trained in Massage. This is not a massage, nor is it what I do for a living, and I will not accept money in any way, shape or form for what I am about to do. This is strictly playtime for me, I do it for the immense pleasure I get from helping women explore the range of their own sexuality. I won’t even accept a tip. I am not qualified to give Massages, but that’s basically what this is, with one slight difference. I don’t stop where the “book” says it’s improper to touch people. This is not sex, but I will touch you in a sexual manner. What I am about to do is a highly erotic, sensual rubdown that encompasses your entire body, from your scalp to your toes. I don’t leave anything out. My hands will touch every part of your body. Women usually find it very relaxing at first, and then intensely erotic at the end. Most women will orgasm if they allow themselves to be led there. If I do anything that you feel is inappropriate or that you would rather I didn’t do, tell me, and I’ll stop. Otherwise relax and enjoy yourself. If you feel like having an orgasm, please go right ahead. That’s ultimately what this is all about. Feel free to let yourself go and enjoy it the way I intended. The only thing I ask in return is that if you enjoy yourself, please tell your friends.
Most women are a little tiny bit tense at first, because they don’t know what I’m really going to do. After the first couple of minutes or so, they become very relaxed as they realize that I’m not trying to have sex with them and that I’m actually enjoying it as much as they are. Let me tell you how this all started.
I was in the club with one of my regular ladies when Tracy, the nighttime bartender was having a really bad night. She spent most of the night snapping at people and generally being a class “A” bitch. She had some personal problems at home and was taking them out on everyone in the club. The manager finally told her, “Get out of here. Go get laid, kill something, whatever you have to do, but come back in one hour in a good mood or don’t come back”. Well Tracy was moping around the club when Tanya (The girl I was with that night) asked Tracy what was wrong. In between the swearing and complaining, Tracy revealed that she was having problems with the boarder she has sharing her home. Tanya told Tracy that what she needed was something to take her mind off her troubles for a while and that she should let me give her a back-rub like I do for Tanya some nights.
I explained to Tracy that I normally consider it foreplay, but I have very talented hands and if she thought it would help, then I would be glad to work on her back for a little while.
Tracy agreed and we got a couple of towels from behind the bar and I got some lotion from my locker. We paraded into the Couple’s Lounge, swiping a pillow from one of the Private Rooms along the way. I laid the towel down on the padded coffee table that is there and placed the pillow at one end. There were two other couples in the room at the time and they watched the procession, a quiet look of bemusement on their faces. I explained to Tracy again that I normally do this as foreplay, but that I will behave myself and only work on her back and other “appropriate” areas of her body. Tracy stripped down to her underwear and lay down on her stomach. I began at her shoulder blades, working my hands rhythmically across and along her back with a gentle, soothing touch. I don’t press hard because I don’t appreciate a deep-muscle massage being done to me and subsequently, I don’t do them myself. Besides, this isn’t a therapeutic massage. I’m just rubbing her back a little to help her relax. I rubbed her back all the way from her shoulder blades to the crease above her buttocks and when I approached the waistband of her panties I thought to myself, “What the hell, my girlfriends love it, why shouldn’t she?” So I rubbed her asscheeks briefly through the thin material of her panties before I made my way down her legs and ultimately, to her feet and toes. She tensed up for just a split second before relaxing when I touched her ass. I didn’t dwell there, nor did I make a big deal out of working her asscheeks, I just treated it like another part of her back and she responded in the same way. She later confided in me that she was going to stop me but that it felt so good, she decided to let me continue.
I continued on to her calves and toes, taking my time and really working the soles of her feet and giving each and every toe it’s own special attention. I then worked my way back up her legs, along her ass and her back again, all the way up to her neck, where I spent a few minutes concentrating my efforts just on the nape of her neck and her shoulder blades. Then on impulse, I moved upward and proceeded to ply my hands all around her scalp as though I was washing her hair. She moaned quite appreciatively and I made a mental note to remember that for the next time I was with one of my girlfriends. I worked briskly up and down her back a couple of more times and when I felt that the time was right, I asked her to roll over so I could do the front.
Tracy rolled over, her bright red bra a striking contrast to her white skin. Her nipples betrayed her arousal, and I could smell the distinct perfume of her excited pussy above the smell of the lotion. But she was technically working, and I didn’t want to get either of us in trouble with the club. I rubbed some lotion into my hands and gently applied them to her upper chest area, working it in from her neck to the top of her breast area without actually touching her breasts. I then skipped over her breasts and rubbed more lotion into her belly and rib cage area, being very careful not to dip a finger into the top of her skimpy underwear. I skipped over her pubic mound and spent some time rubbing the muscles in her legs, taking my time to really knead them softly and allowing my fingers to play as they would. I really don’t know how much time I spent down there, but it must have been a while because the lotion began to dry up. I slowly worked my way back up the front of her body, and after gently rubbing her neck and jaw line, my fingers naturally migrated to the cheeks of her face and her forehead. Tracy sort of meowled and a shudder ran down her body at this point. I asked her if she was ok and she told me that I needed to stop unless I wanted us both to get into a lot of trouble because she was so turned on.
I thanked her for allowing me to give her a rub-down and helped her up off the table. Tracy gave me a kiss full on the lips and a big bear hug and thanked me for a wonderful massage. I was in the process of folding up my towel and re-capping the lotion bottle when one of the other women in the room exclaimed, “I’m next!” I looked to Tanya, who nodded her agreement so I then unfolded the towel and invited the lady to lie down.
I introduced Tracy, Tanya, and myself and learned that her name was Rebecca and her husband’s name is Frank. Rebecca is a medium-height lady, not too thin, but not actually fat, either. I would consider her average in today’s society. Her body is not flat, but not round either, except for her breasts, which are proud 36-C’s with nipples that get excited at the slightest touch or breath upon them. She has Auburn hair and brown eyes. I explained to Rebecca that what I just finished was the “G” rated version of what I normally do for my girlfriends, and that I usually get a lot more personal in the attention I give to women’s bodies. She said, “That sounds cool” and I explained that I get really, really intimate with my hands and that I usually make my girlfriends come by the time I’m finished. She said that sounded even better and quickly took off all her clothes. She lay down on the table and I squeezed some lotion into my hands, rubbing them together to get it warm.
I began at her shoulder blades and neck area, working some tension there and letting her get used to my touch. I applied more lotion and worked it into her entire back, from her neck to the valley just before the start of her buttocks. I can’t adequately describe the feeling of putting my hands upon the eager flesh of a complete stranger with the full realization that in a few minutes, my fingers would be exploring the most intimate depths of her sex. I spent about a good 10 minutes just plying my hands around and across her entire back, just generally kneading the flesh and trying to make her comfortable and relaxed. Rebecca was really into this treatment and soon she was literally purring, her body actually writhing under my touch. I decided the time was right to move on down to the nether regions of her body and applied a generous amount of lotion to her buttocks and the backs of her thighs. I kneaded the flesh of her asscheeks like it was dough, periodically dipping a finger down and across the lips of her already wet pussy and then back up and across the puckered ring of her asshole. Rebecca sighed contentedly as I did this, and she actually rotated her hips and buttocks a little, trying to get her pussy and asshole to meet my fingers as they approached. I decided to have a little fun and made a point of missing the mark each time she did this. It was driving her mad with desire, and I knew it. But it was also a lot of fun for both of us, and her husband was watching with a peculiar smile on his face (I have since found out through experience that the husbands appreciate watching their wives getting these rub-downs as much as the women enjoy getting them).
Sensing that it was time to move on, I continued down her thighs and past her knees to her calves and then finally to the soles of her feet and her toes. I worked and kneaded her feet, gently bending each leg at the knee one at a time to bring the feet closer up to me so I didn’t have to bend down so far. I quickly discovered that I was going to get quite a workout just doing the massage part, constantly bending over, squatting down and then standing up as was dictated by the way my hands wanted to handle each part of her body. For example, I would have to stand up completely and stoop over her body so my hands would have the most natural access to the insides of her thighs and calves, then kneeling back down just to do the outsides of her legs as she was lying on the table. I worked my way up the inside of each leg, gradually inching my way higher and higher up to the very top, allowing a stray finger to brush across her pussy and asshole when I could go no higher. Then I would step around to the other side and work my way similarly up the other leg, again teasing her pussy and asshole with a whisper of a touch as my fingers reached their journey’s end. I then placed my hand directly on her pussy, “cupping” my hand around it and rubbing it that way without allowing my fingers to penetrate inside. I continued in this fashion to her asshole, again not allowing any fingers inside yet. I forced myself to stray back down the insides of her thighs a few inches, building the sensitivity for when I made my way back up to her pussy. From there I returned my attention to her asscheeks and on up across her back to the nape of her neck and shoulder blades. Rebecca was completely relaxed at this point, and if she were not so sexually aroused, I believe she would have fallen asleep by this point. I asked her to roll over so I could do the front.
She rolled over on the table, her face was a picture of complete calm and relaxation, while her stiff nipples and distended pussy lips betrayed her arousal. I applied lotion to my hands and began working her neck and upper chest area, allowing my fingers to caress her neck and jaw line up to and behind her ears as I did so. I then moved back down to her chest and for the first time, I touched her breasts. She let out a little gasp as my fingers brushed across her nipples, then I really grabbed a handful and kneaded her breasts, pushing and pulling on them as if they were bread dough. After doing this for a while, I decided it was time to continue down her body to her abdomen and legs. I poured more lotion into my hands and applied it to her stomach and above her groin, letting my fingers spread wide and then closing so that my hands were flat with the fingers all pressed together while moving my hands around all over the front of her body from just below her neck to just above her pussy. Grabbing the lotion bottle, I poured a little more into my hands and rubbed them together, evenly distributing the lotion between the two of them. I then placed each hand upon a thigh and smoothed them downward to and beyond her kneecaps, leaving a generous trail of lotion behind. I then went back up and worked on each leg independantly, rubbing the lotion into the skin and working my hands completely around the legs, all the way up to her pelvis and all the way down to her feet. While at her feet, I rubbed each of her toes for a while, making sure that my fingers went in between the toes and rubbed the arches and soles of her feet. I then brought my hands slowly back up her legs, rhythmically kneading the flesh of her calves and thighs all the way up to her pubic area. I then boldly placed my hand right on and around her pussy, cupping it while rubbing around the outside of her pussy. I continued this for only a short while, quickly dipping a finger just betweeen her pussy lips and up to her clit for a quick tweak before returning across her stomach to her breasts. I then spent some quality time with her breasts, rubbing and kneading them in time with the gasps and moans that were escaping her lips.
I have a technique of manipulating my fingers; similar to what it looks like when someone taps their fingers impatiently on a table, one right after the other in rapid succession. While doing this, I move my hand off to the side and downward, so each finger hits the exact same spot. I use this technique on women’s nipples, especially when I know they are really sensitive. The effect is dramatic, and can be compounded by licking the tips of the fingers every so often to make the contact that much more exciting. Rebecca was really getting into this treatment, wriggling her body this way and that, desperate for my hands to hit all her sensitive spots. I continued working her breast with the left hand while my right hand moved down her body to her lovely pussy. While keeping a steady tempo on her breasts with my right hand, I used two fingers of the other hand to seek out and strum her clit as though it were a guitar string, lightly brushing across it from side to side slowly at first, then more quickly and pressing harder as her body responded encouragingly to my ministrations. I noticed that her breathing became somewhat labored, she began to perspire, and her entire body undulated with the unmistakable telltale signs that she was well on her way to climax.
Rebecca began making little cooing noises, whimpering each time I traveled a finger from her clit and dipped it ever so slightly into her moist pussy, which was opening up just like a flower blooming right before my eyes. I removed my right hand from her breasts and used it to replace the left hand that was strumming her clit. Then I inserted the first two fingers of my left hand into her pussy, all the while keeping up the rhythm I was tattooing on her clit. I made the two fingers that I had imbedded in her sex move in a fashion so as to simulate two legs running in place, then I turned my hand palm up so that the miniature “feet” ran right up against her “G” spot. It didn’t take long for this dual action to bring Rebecca to a screaming, shuddering climax that everyone in the whole club heard.
Upon coming down from the peak of her first orgasm, Rebecca literally grabbed me by the ears and pushed my head down to her sopping wet pussy and begged me to “Please eat me, I need to be sucked out!”.
Well, I love nothing more than eating pussy, especially after a great climax like she’s had. I moved down to the end of the coffee table, laying down upon it on my stomach, my legs hanging over each side and my mouth in perfect position to really drive into her steamy sex. I know you will not believe this, but I am capable of flicking my tongue extremely rapidly for very long periods of time. I really can flick a clit with my tongue for literally an hour or more. I’ve actually done it for over 90 minutes and only stopped because the lady I was with could take no more. Rebecca did not know this, but was delighted to learn of my stamina. While I ate her pussy, my girlfriend Tanya and Rebecca’s husband Frank approached the table, both had already removed their clothes. They stood on either side of Rebecca and began rubbing her breasts while she reached up and began playing with them, as well. Not to be left out, there was another couple in the lounge that was watching the whole thing and introduced themselves as Randy and Theresa. They complimented me on my rub-down and asked if we would mind their joining in.
Since the coffee table was so small, and sensing that this was going to turn into something very special, I suggested that we all go to the Orgy Room and continue our party there. Everyone readily agreed and off we went, carrying our clothes in our arms. Once on the orgy bed, things really began to heat up. The three women told Frank, Randy and I to sit down on the edge of the bed. Then they made a show out of all three of them snuggling close together in front of us, their hands and tongues exploring all around their beautiful, naked bodies. After a few minutes of this and seeing our arousal, Theresa broke free from the group and knelt in front of us. She put a hand on Fank’s cock and mine, while dipping her head and sucking Randy’s into her mouth. She began to service each of us that way while we watched Tanya and Rebecca progress to some heavy lesbian action for our entertainment. This lasted for a little while, then Tanya and Rebecca got up on the bed behind us and we all turned around, Theresa climbing up on the bed, as well. (For those who have not read the first installment of this series, the Orgy Bed is huge! Covered in vinyl, it’s a full 10-feet square set 3 feet off the ground with a cushioned “bench” affixed all the way around it that acts like a step, or a convenient place to kneel upon while engaging in oral sex. This bed is large enough to accommodate as many as 20 people or more. I’ve never personally seen more than that, but with 10 couples all on the bed at one time, we were all very comforatble with lots of room left to move around. But that’s another story for another time.)
Things progressed rather quickly, all the women very eager and aggressive, with no inhibitions. It turns out that all three women are bi-sexual, which made for a great time for all of us. Through experience, I have learned that about 75-80% off the women that go to these clubs are bi, while most men won’t admit to it but about 35% actually are. As for me, I’m sort of “on the fence”. I don’t suck cocks or engage in anal sex with men (either direction), but I have no qualms about stroking one or having a guy stroke me while either in a group scene or a threesome with the same woman. Having said that, I found that Frank and Randy felt much the way I did. All three of us were secure enough in our heterosexuality that no one had any hang-ups about guiding someone else’s cock into a waiting pussy or feeling someone else’s cock alongside our own while we both received a blow-job from Rebecca, who absolutely LOVES having two guy’s cocks in her mouth at once.
Tanya laid down in the center of the bed and we all fell in on top of her, Frank feeding his cock into her mouth, while the rest of us rubbed and licked her breasts and sucked her tasty pussy. My tongue wrestled with Theresa’s while we both licked Tanya’s pussy and I had a couple of fingers buried in there, stroking the walls inside her pussy and working toward her G-spot. While all this was going on, Rebecca and Randy were each working on a nipple, both of them taking turns sucking and kneading her breasts. Tanya’s body went into overload, her ograsm quickly taking her through a series of rapid-fire convulsions that actually left her weeping.
Tanya got up and Randy took her place. We all re-arranged ourselves with Rebecca and Theresa sucking and licking his cock while Frank and I took our places behind them, each placing a condom-covered cock into a very warm, wet pussy. Tanya completed the picture, straddling Randy’s face and beding down over his body to get her share of his cock, as well. He was the first to come, with my orgasm right behind his. He couldn’t stand the three ladie’s tongues working on and around his cock for very long, and Rebecca’s pussy worked overtime, alternately gripping quite hard and releasing my cock as I fucked her. She had tremendous muscle control and after I came down from my orgasm, I commented to Frank that he was a very lucky guy. He said that he lets Rebecca surprise the guys they play with instead of telling them right away about her special talent. That was when Frank let loose inside Theresa, firing off an orgasm for her, as well. After that point, we all became a giant tangle of arms, legs, cocks, boobs and pussies, each of us just taking what we wanted as the opportunity presented itself. At some point during the evening, each of us guys experienced receiving oral sex from all the women at the same time, and both Theresa and Rebecca took cocks simultaneously up their pussy and ass. I honestly don’t know how many times I came, but I know for sure it was more than 4. The session lasted for over 90 minutes, and after that we all retired to the jacuzzi to freshen up and playfully tease each other’s bodies some more. Since that time, we have all played together a few times, and Tanya and I have played with each of the other couples separately much more often than that. Every time we see either of them, or they run into each other without us around, it’s always a hug-fest with much back-slapping and how-do-you-do’s. We all genuinely like each other’s company and look forward to seeing the others again.
I have had a lot of experiences like this one during the rather short time that I have been going to this and other clubs. I’ve only been going since March of 2000. I’m 34 years old and have had more sex in the last two years than the rest of my adult years combined. I’m not extremely handsome, nor am I what one would consider a “hunk”. I just be myself and let others judge me for that. I don’t go to the clubs with the expectation that I’m going to have sex that night. Rather, I go with the expectation that I’m going to meet some really cool, open-minded people like myself and if we hit it off, then that’s just icing on the cake.
There are too many single guys out there that go into a swinger’s club and expect to get laid just because they paid the admission fee. These people are very disrespectful of others and can quickly ruin an evening. Most of the clubs have a “good behavior” policy whereby if a lady or couple is being “hounded” by a single guy or if he becomes pushy all they have to do is notify management. (This applies to anyone, for that matter. Some couples and single ladies I know can be rather pushy, as well.) At that point, the offending person will be quietly taken aside and they will have the rules read to them out loud. If there is a second offense, they are “politely” encouraged to leave for the evening, a suggestion that they should follow if they wish to be allowed to return to this or any other club. Most of the clubs’ owners are friendly to each other and circulate names and photos of people that they have “86ed” from their club.
I promise more stories as time goes by. I repeat at this point that all the “Blue Room” stories are true in the sense that everything I describe actually happened. I have taken the liberty of changing the names and re-arranging the order of some events, but everything I describe in this series actually happened to me unless otherwise specified.
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