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What clothes do you like to see at clubs?

How do you like to see the other sex dressed at clubs?  

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  1. 1. How do you like to see the other sex dressed at clubs?

    • For women - show that skin (tiny skirts, backless tops)!
      50
    • For women - dressy and sexy (form fitting dresses)
      24
    • For women - casual and sexy (tight jeans, tanks)
      7
    • For women - mystery is nice ('regular' clothes)
      5
    • For men - show it off (tank tops, tight pants)
      4
    • For men - dress to impress (trousers, button down shirt)
      11
    • For men - causal chic (jeans, button down or polo)
      9
    • For men - it doesn't matter!
      2


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So we went to our first on-premise club Saturday and while we had a great time, we were amazed at the variety of clothes people were wearing. We got into a discussion about what outfits are the sexiest and so we thought we'd post a poll.

 

For the record, Mr. Ivory likes women who wear sexy dresses with some skin, but not showing everything. Mrs. Ivory likes her men wearing casual (jeans, button down shirt) but well fitting--why doesn't the oversized trend just die already?!

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How about as little as possible! :) Seriously, as you mentioned a sexy dress with some skin showing with more to follow.

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I responded to the men...Jeans and a button down polo...think that was the choice.

 

I think personally it's much sexier. Unless its a "formal" event I much rather see a guy in a good pair of fitted jeans!

 

Actually, that was one of the deciding factors on where to go NYE for us.

 

Hubby is a better dresser as far as formal...He is as comfortable in a suit as he is in jeans but personally I am not.

 

Now, I will wear the little slinky dresses however "after 5 formal required" isn't something I could be totally comfortable in. Probably could for a couple hours but not for an extended night out.

 

Melody

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I like women who look like they enjoy being women and dress the part. It doesn't have to be short or skimpy (although I won't complain!) but I like to see women in skirts, hose, ankle bracelets & heels! And she can wear something on the top half of her body, too... :D

 

Given the choice between a nicely-dressed, but "ordinary" woman and a supermodel in jeans, and I'll look at the nicely-dressed lady all night long!

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The post should have been multiple choice. But I like business casual with fewer clothes as the night progresses. You don't want to dress too casual, but the party girl/hooker look (IMHO) isn't very attractive. Bottom line, you should dress in a manner which shows the way that you want to be approached. So, if you're looking for someone who's ready to fuck at that very moment, go ahead and put on a mesh shirt and leather mini. If you're the type of person who wants a little bit of back ground information about your partner for the night, sporty casual works, and it can be quickly altered (unbutton your shirt, let the jeans lower enough to show off some butt, etc.) as you begin to feel more comfortable with your partners.

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I said show us that skin, ladies. Leave something to the imagination, but not much! I love to look at women - I just love it. And the more you're willing to display, the more I'll look.

 

This is exactly why I absolutely love spring - it's my favorite time of the year. People have been bundled up against the cold of winter for so long, the shorts, short skirts, sundresses, and tank tops come out, and I'm in heaven.

 

Something I've always wondered though - don't mothers inform their daughters that in certain lighting conditions, white pants/shorts/skirts become almost transparent? Not that I'm complaining, you understand - I'm all for it. But be warned that sometimes we can tell that 'the carpet doesn't match the drapes,' if you get my drift...

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I like men in tight boxers and tank-tops. Or leather pants and an open shirt.

 

I would never feel like hitting on a guy who dress to impress as you Americans seem to prefer (trousers and collar/button shirt) even less so if he has a wife on his site who shows a lot of skin. It looks like he does not even try to get some play.

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I like men in tight boxers and tank-tops. Or leather pants and an open shirt.

 

I would never feel like hitting on a guy who dress to impress as you Americans seem to prefer (trousers and collar/button shirt) even less so if he has a wife on his site who shows a lot of skin. It looks like he does not even try to get some play.

 

I agree! Okay, I've only been to one party, so I shouldn't judge until I've been to more, but I was sad that the men were so covered up! Most of the women were wearing next to nothing and the men all had long-sleeved shirts and jeans on. And the jeans were baggy!

 

Men may be MORE visual than women, but some women like to look too! Honestly, if a man is completely covered up and his wife is wearing a tiny skirt and tube top, he looks more like her pimp than her partner.

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As a man, I have also noticed that the guys tend to get dressed right away after playing or being in the hot tub. So I am not over the top if when I get out of the hot tub that I just wrap a towel around my waist for the rest of the evening?

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And the jeans were baggy!

 

Yuk! I hate that look.

 

She likes men in linen pants (gropability) and soft, silky shirts. I think I made up a word. LOL

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To be honest, I've never really thought about how I dress. Ok, maybe a little - I mean, I don't dress like a slob or anything - I go casual. I'll wear a pair of nice jeans (blue or black - not baggy, but not painted on either) and a golf shirt. I prefer a golf shirt to anything I have to tuck into my pants, only because that way I don't have to keep tucking the shirt in. :D

 

One time I went all out and wore my kilt to a local on-premise club, figuring that it would at least be an ice breaker. Boy was I wrong! NOT ONE person said a word to me about it. Man was I disappointed. I figured that with all of the "what's under the kilt" questions I'm asked any other time I wear it, I'd have my hands full - or the ladies would - either way... :D Nope - not one person even approached me.

 

What say you, ladies? Would you rather see a nice pair of properly fitting jeans, or maybe some dress slacks, khakis, or maybe something else completely? Keep in mind that it's winter now... :D

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One time I went all out and wore my kilt to a local on-premise club, figuring that it would at least be an ice breaker. Boy was I wrong! NOT ONE person said a word to me about it. Man was I disappointed. I figured that with all of the "what's under the kilt" questions I'm asked any other time I wear it, I'd have my hands full - or the ladies would - either way... :D Nope - not one person even approached me.

 

 

That is really strange...Ted has worn his kilt numerous times and the man stays busier than a one legged man in a butt kicking contest, having to prove what's under his kilt. The other men usually come up to him all night saying how much they hate him for wearing the kilt :lol:

 

Kilts are HOT!

 

Teresa

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I have to say that I like men's club wear- the nice khakis or dark pants, a casual buttoned shirt, open at the neck, preferably with a soft texture (the Mr got a new one from me for xmas), and good shoes. Nothing turns me off faster than running shoes. Took me about 3 months to drill that into the Mr's head, but now he knows- sneakers are for exercise, not playtime.

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The kilt can be the ice breaker but the personality seals the deal. And I believe I have seen Ted in his and he can seal a deal with his personality.:blush:

 

On dressing at a club here's a pet peeve of mine. The other night I saw two beautiful women dressed very hot!!! And the guy with them was dressed like a bum! Well maybe not a bum, but comparatively speaking... and it was New Year's Eve. Formal attire expected but not required. But, he was bouncing around like he was on something anyways....

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That is really strange...Ted has worn his kilt numerous times and the man stays busier than a one legged man in a butt kicking contest, having to prove what's under his kilt. The other men usually come up to him all night saying how much they hate him for wearing the kilt :lol:

 

Kilts are HOT!

 

Teresa

 

Of course they're hot - 8 yards of wool wrapped around your waist is gonna be hot! (JOKE!) :D

 

A couple of weeks after the night I wore my kilt to the club, we went to a house party. Late that night, after I had played with a couple of ladies, I was describing my disappointment after wearing my kilt to the club, and nobody even mentioning it. At the time, I was sitting next to a very pretty blonde (who happened to be stark naked, as was I) and she suddenly looked over at me, and almost shouted, "Oh my God! That was you?"

 

It turns out that they were there that night. Her father is a member of a local Scottish-Military society, and she was afraid that I was a friend of her father's. She had seen me walk into the club in the kilt, and once we got to our table, she had made her husband take her home. I reassured her that I didn't know her father at all (I'm not a member of that society) and that even if I did know him, what happens at a club or party stays there. She relaxed, and was fine with everything - good thing too, because we had just spent a little over an hour doinking like sailors on a 24 hour pass. Every time we see each other now, we laugh about it - I ask her how her father is doing, and she asks me what's under my kilt.

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Anything as long as it looks good on them.

 

I'd hate to see everyone dressing the same way; I like diversity.

 

I like to see clothes that accentuate a person's personality and physical features.

 

I've seen guys who wear nice jeans and their favorite t-shirt and they look incredibly HOT! Put those same guys in dress slacks and a sports jacket and they wouldn't look like they were comfortable or being themselves.

 

LM

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For me, it so depends on the person. I think guys look best in jeans (or slacks) and a button down shirt. That's just a sexy look for me. I think a man in a suit is also sexy but it's not really "right" for club wear.

 

For women, that's where it really varies. Each woman looks best in different things and a woman is sexiest when she knows what she looks good in. Some body shapes don't do well in short skirts and backless tops, some do. Knowing what works and wearing it well (and with her head held high) that's what I like to see on a woman.

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For women: anything from super sexy clubwear/dress to stripper like "show that skin" kind of thing.

 

For men: black trousers or khakis with a nice shirt. Doesn't have to be button down, in fact some of my favorites on guys in that situation are short sleeve pull over with just the three or so buttons by the neck.

 

I hate guys in "club wear" for men, and showing up to a swing party or club in jeans doesn't do it for me on guys.

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I like women in sexy dresses or jeans and a sexy top. I don't tend to like the super skimpy stuff until later in the evening - I like a little mystery at first!

 

For men I like a nice pair of jeans and a polo or button down shirt. I think trousers are a bit much unless it's a really swanky club. Khakis are always good.

 

I love to dress up, but I think it's important for people to be comfortable in what they're wearing. If I had to choose between a woman wearing a super sexy dress and great heels while being uncomfortable or the same woman wearing a nice pair of jeans and a sexy top with flats while feeling comfortable - I'd choose the latter!

 

Same goes for men. Men in suits can be soooo sexy, but if he's not comfortable wearing it, it won't be that sexy since he won't have the confidence to go with it.

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As a guy, I like to see skin as much as any other guy, but not so much the over the top stripper-wear. For some reason, while I can appreciate the amount of skin that look shows without really showing everything, it just gives off an aloof vibe to me (kinda like strippers do, so go figure). The attraction of swinging to me is the people in it are real, and so I want to see a real women wearing whatever she thinks makes her feel her best. That can mean really skimpy, or maybe not, but when she is comfortable in it, then that is what shows.

 

For guys, hard to go wrong with nice dress jeans or slacks, a button down shirt, and nice shoes.

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Something that likes nice appropriate to the time and place but easy to to get out of too, sexy shuck for the lady as PADOC posted above is quite nice.

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My wife and I had a long talk about this before our first trip to the club. We really dressed up nice. When dropping our daughter off at the babysitters we were asked if we were going to an award ceremony or something. I always figured, going to a club, dress to impress, so we dressed nice. She got several compliments on her dress as well. What we were surprised about though was how everyone was dressed so different. Yeah, some people were dressed as nice as us, others in jeans. To me though, it seemed like the couples dressed in jeans weren't really trying. It wasn't just the jeans, but everything else about them as well. They just were not trying to impress anyone at all, they also did not talk to anyone, very few people approached them and they never went back to the play rooms. That made up my mind for me. We will never wear jeans to the club. The next time we went, we did not dress near as nice, but still no jeans.

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My wife and I had a long talk about this before our first trip to the club. We really dressed up nice. When dropping our daughter off at the babysitters we were asked if we were going to an award ceremony or something. I always figured, going to a club, dress to impress, so we dressed nice. She got several compliments on her dress as well. What we were surprised about though was how everyone was dressed so different. Yeah, some people were dressed as nice as us, others in jeans. To me though, it seemed like the couples dressed in jeans weren't really trying. It wasn't just the jeans, but everything else about them as well. They just were not trying to impress anyone at all, they also did not talk to anyone, very few people approached them and they never went back to the play rooms. That made up my mind for me. We will never wear jeans to the club. The next time we went, we did not dress near as nice, but still no jeans.

 

We had a very similar approach to our first visit to the club. Dressed to impress down to the dress pants, shirt, tie and even dress jacket. She was also well dressed, sexy but not slutty. WE figured that we wouldn't go out to a decent night club looking like a couple of street bums so why would we go there dressed like that. We observed the same kind of variation in dress that you did. Some dressed similar to us, and others in jeans, Tshirt and ball cap.

 

After that first trip we came up with some baselines of what we wear. First of all, if you are going with any intent to play it is a good idea to reduce the number of articles of clothing you have to keep up with. Generally nice button up shirt with dress pants for me, no underwear and nice skirt and blouse or dress for Cheryl. She generally wears stockings without panties or bra, easier access and fewer items to keep up with.

 

That is just what we have found works for us.

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We had a very similar approach to our first visit to the club. Dressed to impress down to the dress pants, shirt, tie and even dress jacket. She was also well dressed, sexy but not slutty. WE figured that we wouldn't go out to a decent night club looking like a couple of street bums so why would we go there dressed like that. We observed the same kind of variation in dress that you did. Some dressed similar to us, and others in jeans, Tshirt and ball cap.

 

After that first trip we came up with some baselines of what we wear. First of all, if you are going with any intent to play it is a good idea to reduce the number of articles of clothing you have to keep up with. Generally nice button up shirt with dress pants for me, no underwear and nice skirt and blouse or dress for Cheryl. She generally wears stockings without panties or bra, easier access and fewer items to keep up with.

 

That is just what we have found works for us.

 

Yeah, same here. I will not wear jeans, but may wear slightly more casual slacks, but normally dress pants, undershirt, button down shirt or polo, slip-on shoes. Personally, I just have to wear an undershirt. I know it's one more thing to keep track of, but I always wear one.

 

Wife will always wear a dress from now on as well, and I told her next time she should not wear panties, but she ordered this sexy Lace Chemise she is going to wear next time:

Lace Chemise | Torrid

so she will probably wear panties with that. She did say next time she wears a dress she won't though.

 

Speaking of that Chemise, it should be here today or tomorrow and if it does, and we end up going to the club Saturday, she is going to wear it. So excited!!

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My hubby and I are from Las Vegas, and here, less is more, especially in the summer months. I like to wear as little as possible, mostly a nice short and low cut dress to show off my tanned tits, of course no underwear. I like my man to also wear as little as possible, usually an sexy shirt, commando slacks or shorts (yes, it is ok here), and shoes no socks. We end up ditching our clothes anyway with others we meet, plus, being nudists, we never wear clothes when home.

laura

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For the record, Mr. Ivory likes women who wear sexy dresses with some skin, but not showing everything. Mrs. Ivory likes her men wearing casual (jeans, button down shirt) but well fitting--why doesn't the oversized trend just die already?!

 

One thing to take note of: how thick is his neck? Off the shelf men's button-down shirts are usually tailored in such a way that a man with a thick neck will have a voluminous shirt lower down. I have a seventeen inch neck, deep chest, and very broad shoulders. Off the shelf shirts that fit my neck are, typically, like tents below the sternum. You can buy "slim fit" shirts, but if you don't look like a male model those don't always fit. If you have any extra weight, or are particularly muscular through your trunk, they won't fit very well. A naturally thick-built man, or a body-builder, finds himself betwixt and between "average built guy" styles. Your post has me thinking "maybe I need a tailored shirt or two," but that's not cheap.

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My wife liked to come in a nice outfit, such as a skirt and a button down blouse that she could slowly unbutton one at a time, until it was wide open, revealing her bra (if she was wearing one.) Then, she always brought a nice piece of lingerie (Christmas was a particularly good time for that stuff) to change into at the appropriate time.

 

Me, like the others, nice slacks, button down shirt. Boring, but about as effective as you can get.

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      I called Nancy, and we talked for about an hour just to get to know something about each other. She knew all about Dee from Sue and said she went through something like that 3 years ago. Her husband of 18 years just up and left her with twin boys to raise. She had been single a little more than a year when her sons went off to college, and she decided to start living her life for herself. She was upfront and outspoken and said that she had always liked sex, but over the years, it had become predictable and ho-hum with her husband until he left. She told me that she got into swinging with a friend from work and her husband. She found that she liked the excitement of having sex with different people, both men and women, and she was not looking for a husband, just a fuck buddy. I agreed with her and told her I was not looking for a life partner but just needed to start living again.
       
      As Friday approached, I began to get nervous about going to the party. I knew several of the couples that were going to be there because Dee and I had been with them for some time or another. Even the thought of fucking Sue, no matter how many times she and I had fucked each other, made me nervous. I stopped by Don and Sue’s house Thursday night after work and told them I did not think I could go thou with it. We were sitting at their bar, and Sue told me I was just nervous about meeting Nancy. She said that I already knew most of the couples that would be there and I just needed to relax.
       
      Sue then took my hand and told me to come with her. She walked me into the den in front of the couch and undid my pants, and pushed them down to my knees. She then told me to sit down and got on her knees in front of me. She reached into my underwear and started to stroke my dick. I could feel my dick responding to her soft touch when she said to just close my eyes and relax and enjoy. With that, she pulled my underwear down to my knees and started to lick my hard shaft and balls. When her tongue left my balls and started up my shaft, her left hand would start holding and roll my balls around oh so softly. As her tongue got to the head of my dick, her right hand would start to stroke my shaft. Her mouth opened, and she took the head of my dick in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. I had almost forgotten how hot her mouth felt when she would suck my dick or how good she was at it. She knew just what she was doing and how to please a man with her tongue, mouth and hands.
       
      I opened my eyes to watch her head bob up and down and see my dick disappearing and reappearing from her mouth. I saw Don sitting at the bar, just watching his wife suck another man's dick. This was not the first time Don has seen his wife suck my dick, but in the past, he was with Dee or any of the other ladies in our little group. If not, he was most likely helping me with Sue, either licking her pussy or fucking her while she sucked my dick. But to watch him sitting there fully dressed while she was sucking me was a little strange and comforting at the same time. I realized just how good of friends they both were.
       
      I started to feel my climax grow deep down. I guess it had been a while, and I felt a rush of heat as I started to shoot my cum in Sue’s mouth. She sucked and stroked my shaft to get all she could out. I also forgot just how horny Sue got when she had a fresh load of cum shot in her mouth. She was humping my leg like a dog, and I could feel the heat of her pussy through both her pants and mine. As I tried to catch my breath, she looked up and asked if I was relaxed now. I told her that I was, and she said good, now go home and have a good night's sleep and they would see me at 6:30 Friday.
       
      Don started to protest that I could not come over and get his wife all hot and bothered and just leave him there alone to take care of her. Sue kissed me on the cheek and said yes, he can because he will need all his strength for when she and Nancy get a hold of me the next night.
       
      I stood up and redid my pants and told Don good luck, and as I was leaving, I heard Sue tell him to get his clothes off right now. She needed a good hard fuck.
       
      Friday came, and I arrived at Sue and Don’s house at 6:30 as planned. Nancy was not there yet, but Sue told me that we were not expected at the party until 8. Sue, Don, and I were sitting at their bar talking, and I asked where was this party we were going to and they said it was at a couple's house (Dan and Barbara) who they had met about 8 months ago. I did not know them, and I asked if they knew that I was coming, and without knowing me, were they ok with that. Sue told me that they knew and were fine with it, also that Robert and Cathy, and David and Joann would also be there, and that they all had vouched for me. Sue asked if I was still nervous, and I said yes I was.
       
      Meeting a lady for the first time, as a single, would make any man nervous, much less one you were going to a swinging house party with her as your date. Who would not be nervous? But knowing 3 couples that were going to be there helped somewhat. (Robert and Cathy were the first couple that Dee and I ever played with when we got into swinging, and David and Joann were part of the group that we got together with for about 3 years).
       
      Nancy arrived about 15 minutes later, looking stunning. She wore a low-cut gray blouse and a black skirt that stopped about halfway to her knees. Dark stockings and black high heels. She stood 5’7", about 135 lbs., and had legs to die for. Blonde hair, blue eyes, great smile, and very well-gifted up top. Her blouse was cut just right so that the mounds of her tits were showing down to the top of her nipples. She had an incredible tan line that went from a dark bronze color to almost show white ½" above her nipples. She was in her early 40’s, and I started to feel very nervous again. The four of us sat and talked until it was time to leave for the party, Sue ran and got her party bag, and we all loaded up in their SUV for the drive over. Nancy and I were going to sit in the back seat for the drive over, and as she was getting in, I saw she had on black garters that were holding up her stockings; with her low-cut blouse, I already knew she was bra-less, panty-less, well only time would tell.
       
      We arrived at the party, and I was introduced to Dan and Barbara. They are a nice-looking couple, early 40’s early 50’s, like most of the couples there. I saw that Robert and Cathy were already there, along with David and Joann. With a total of 10 couples there at the time, that made it 3 that I knew and 6 plus Nancy that I did not know. (I kept hearing Dee’s words; Mingle and meet, Mingle and meet over and over in my head).
       
      The party was going along like most house parties did, with people greeting one another, some snacks, some drinks, music, and dancing. Small groups standing around talking, a lot of flirting going on. As time went by, there were more people in different stages of undressed. A couple would be seen walking down the hall towards one of the bedrooms, more couples would be going out to enjoy the hot tub on the patio. Everyone was having a good time excluding myself. I had almost forgotten how at ease one could be and how much fun it was to be around people that thought of recreational sex the same as Dee and I did.
       
      (You see someone and you say, "I would like to fuck that person" They look at you and say, " I would like to fuck that person", and the two of you get together and fuck. Both enjoy it, and that is that. Your spouse knows about it and, most of the time, is there to enjoy it with you if not joining in. No jealousies ,no hard feelings, no fights, and most of all, no means no. But in the back of my mind, I kept thinking that I am now a single man in a couple’s lifestyle.)
       
      I was talking to a couple when I looked towards the area that had been set aside for dancing, where I saw Nancy, Joann, and Barbara all dancing together. All three had shed their blouses and were giving one hell of a sexy dance performance. I knew from what I could see from her low-cut blouse that Nancy had a nice set of tits, but to see her dancing topless they were great. They were round and firm with nipples that stood out ¾". At 43 years of age, they were more than likely bought, but real or Memorex, I did not care. I just wanted to suck on them. Her stomach was flat and firm and showed that she took care of herself at the gym. She still had her skirt on, but those long legs and that flat-toned stomach just started me to think how beautiful the meeting place must look.
       
      When the song ended, Nancy walked over to me and put her arms around my neck and kissed me. She looked me in the eyes and said, let's go. I want to have you alone first, and I had no problem with that. We walked down the hall and checked the first two bedrooms and found them occupied. The master bedroom was at the end of the hall, and when we opened the door, we saw Sue and Dan had already gotten there. We started to close the door, and Dan said to come on in. There was more than enough room on the bed; he and Sue only needed half of it.
       
      Nancy put her arms around my neck and kissed me, and whispered that she wanted me naked. At this point, she started to unbutton my shirt. I felt her firm breast pressing against my chest as I ran my hands down her sides. Her skirt had no snaps but was held up by the elastic waistband. It was just a matter of hooking my thumbs under the waistband and stretching it out a little so it would slide down her long legs. Just as I had suspected, she was panty-less. As she undid my pants, I cupped one of her tits in my hand and lowered my mouth to her nipple. My other hand found her wet hot pussy, and I started to finger fuck her with ease. Her hands had pushed my pants down to my knees, and she was stroking my swollen cock with both of her hands. I could hear her breathing getting heavier with each passing moment as I sucked her nipple and fingered her sweet wet hole. She looked me in the eye and pulled my head closer to hers for a long sexual kiss. She started slowly going down to her knees, all the while kissing my chest and stomach. When she reached my now rock-hard shaft, she cupped my balls and the base of my dick in both hands and opened her mouth to take its head into her mouth.
       
      As I stood there getting this magnificent blow-job from this woman, I looked over to the bed. Sue and Dan had moved to the sixty/nine position, and Sue was sucking his cock like she did mine the night before. Dan had his face buried between Sue’s legs, licking her sweet pussy for all its worth. He had his hands spreading it as far as he could to get his tongue in as deep as he could. I remembered just how good Sue’s pussy tasted when she would come, and she always came from a good licking. I wondered just how Nancy’s pussy would taste and did she enjoy it as much as Sue. It would not be much longer before I would find out because of the way she was sucking my dick and watching Sue and Dan, I started to unload in her mouth. My first squirt was deep inside her mouth; the second one she had pulled back but had her mouth open so that it landed in her mouth but mostly on the tongue. As she was swallowing the first two loads, the third hit her closed lips and started to run down her chin. She wiped it off with her finger and then cleaned her finger with her tongue. She stood up and looked me in the eye, and said thank you, we kissed deep and long, and then I told her it was my turn. As she landed down on the bed, I removed my shoes, socks, and pants. She was on her back naked except for her garters and stockings.
       
      I laded down beside her and started to kiss her gently on the neck; slowly, I worked my way down to her nipples, where I sucked and nibbled on each one of them. All the while, I was running my fingers in and out of her hot wet pussy. Her pussy was neatly shaved with just a puff of blond hair left above it. I have always preferred a little hair left instead of an all-shaved pussy, (I wondered if Sue had told her that and she shaved that way just for me). I was working my way down to her honey pot, and she was opening her legs for me. I normally like to work a woman by kissing, nibbling, and sucking on the inside of their legs before I dive into pussy licking. That always seemed to bring their tension up a notch, so when I did go for the gold, they were more than ready for it. With Nancy having her garters and stockings on, that kind of blocked that approach. I soon found out that she did not need that step of foreplay; I also found out that she was anything but a quiet climaxer. I had no sooner started licking, sucking, and nibbling her pussy than she started humping and screaming and cumming. She was begging me to fuck her right then, I needed a little more time to recoup from my climax before I could go on, and she didn’t seem to want to give it to me. I looked from between the legs, and I don’t know if Sue saw the whipped dog look in my eyes or if she was so turned on by Nancy's pleading for a hard fucking or what, but Sue came to my rescue once again.
       
      Sue was on top of Dan, and he was hammering away at her for all he was worth. Sue leaned over and started kissing Nancy and telling her to let it come. I was still down licking her pussy and thinking, "Let this climax run its course, and things will settle down till I recover and can produce again. With Sue's kissing and sucking Nancy's tits and Nancy sucking on Sue’s tits and a double effect. Dan announced that he was coming, and I felt myself coming back into the game. As I slid back up on Nancy to where I could enter her, Sue sat back up on Dan and started riding him hard. She was about to have her own climax and needed to concentrate on that. Just as I put the head of my dick to Nancy’s pussy she said NO, not this way; she pushed me off and got on her hands and knees and said do me from behind; I like it this way the best.
       
      I have no problem with doggie style, so I got behind her and guided the head of my dick into her pussy. I normally like to start slowly, but Nancy told me to do it hard and fast. So I jammed it into the hilt. She instantly started to rock back and forth, and it took a couple of seconds to get into her rhythm, but I got there and was on the in-stroke when she was rocking back and on the outstroke when she was going forward. Like I said before, you know when Nancy comes, everybody knows when Nancy comes, and it did not take long for her to come doggie style.
       
      After she came down from her climax, her body just went limp, and she sank onto the bed face down. Ok, I understand about fast climaxes; been there and done that a time or two myself, but this is the first time I had experienced it happening with the woman I was with. Normally it’s the man that has this happening. I lay down beside her and put my arm around he, and kissed her on her shoulder. I can hear and feel her breathing hard, but that is all the response I get. I look over and Sue is still riding Dan’s dick. I see that glazed-over look in her eyes, one that I have seen many times before, and I know that she won’t last much longer. Just then, I see Dan arch his back and drive into Sue as deep as he can go, his hands are pulling Sue down onto his shaft, and I know that he is releasing his load into her. Sue is wide-eyed and tells him Yes, give it to me, and I know from being there that she has also reached her climax. I lay there and watched her rock back and forth as Dan kept his back arched to give her as much dick as he could. I know the feeling of her pussy muscles on a dick, and I know what he is feeling at this moment. They are constricting and relaxing, constricting and relaxing as she rocks back and forth. Milking every bit of his juice out that they can. I watch as they slow down, and then Sue collapses onto Dan’s chest; she starts that silly giggle that lets you know that you did a good job.
       
      Sue rolled onto her back next to Nancy and looked at me, and asked if I was enjoying myself, and I told him yes. Dan said he needed a drink and asked if any of us wanted one. Sue wanted a margarita, Nancy wanted a glass of ice water, and I said I could use a beer. As Dan was off to get the drinks, the three of us sat up in the bed, the women sat cross-legged, and I just slid up between them and used the headboard as a backrest. I could smell the must of just fucked pussy in the air. There were two women sitting crossed-legged with their pussies open for all to see, and I still had a hard-on. Sue spoke first and said to Nancy, " Did I not tell you he was a good fuck or not" At that point, I could have crawled under the bed, except that Sue was now rubbing my hard dick. Nancy agreed and said that she can’t wait to go again. Sue said that the night was young, but Nancy would just have to wait her turn now because she was next. Thank god Dan showed up with the drinks.
       
      The four of us sat there talking and sipping our drinks. We could hear the party going on in the other part of the house with the music and the occasional orgasm from one of the partygoers or another. Sue asked if we knew where Don was, and Dan said he saw him with Joann, to which Sue said, "Well, he will be occupied for a while". All this time, Sue was stroking my hard cock, then she said that it looked like I was ready to go again, and so was she. Nancy asked her if we could all do it like they did it at the last party. Sue looked at me and then back at Nancy and said that she thought it would be all right. I must have had a questioning look on my face because Sue told me that I would defiantly like this.
       
      Sue had me sit on the side of the bed with my feet on the floor. She then turned around and straddled me backward. I felt her guide my dick into her pussy as she sat down on my lap. " As exciting as the unknown is when having sex with a new partner, it is just as exciting as being in the know and having sex with someone that you have been with before. You know just what they like, and they know what trips your button; Sue knew just what to do to trip my button." She started to rotate her hips to give my dick that just-right grinding. Feeling her slow humping up and down along with the rotation was driving me insane. About that time, I felt a tongue wrapping around my balls and work up my shaft to where I was buried into Sue’s wet box. I looked around Sue to see Nancy on her hands and knees licking not only my balls and dick but also Sue’s wet pussy, and Dan was behind Nancy just fucking away. Sue started to rotate and moan, which caused me to shove up harder; Nancy was licking and sucking faster, which made Sue moan and rotate faster. It was like a snowball rolling downhill. The more it went on, the faster it got. I don’t know what was going on with Dan, and I did not care. I know that I came harder and longer into Sue’s pussy than I can ever remember doing. I remember falling back onto the bed with Sue laying on top of me and still feeling a tongue licking the both of us, and then I heard a far-off scream that said fuck me fuck yes fuck me.
       
      Sue was pulling on my arms and telling me it was time that we rejoined the party. We walked down the hall naked and into the den. We went to the bar, and I sat down on one of the stools. Sue went and got us both a drink and stood between my legs with her arms around my neck. She asked me what I thought of Nancy, and I told her that she was definitely different than any woman that I knew. She said that there was a long story behind that and she would tell me later, but not tonight, I laid my head down between her breast, and she was holding me and rubbing the back of my head when Don came walking up to join us.
       
      Don sat down on a stool, and Sue went over and put her arms around him and asked if he was having fun; I said that he looked like he had been road hard and put up wet. To which he came back with a one-word answer. " Joann". Sue and I just laughed, and I asked if she was still a whirlwind in bed, and he said that she was a man killer if you let her.
      Sue kissed us both and said that we men better get used to the whirlwinds because they are going to rule the world someday.
       
      Note from Jay:
      I have tried to express some of my feelings, thoughts, and happenings into the stories about how I got back into swinging after Dee’s death. I know that it is not your typical swing stories that you are used to reading here. I know that I have brought up couples out of the blue for those that have not been on this site for very long. There are stories posted by " Jay and Dee" that tells how we got started in the swinging lifestyle, how we found out that Don and Sue were swingers, and stories that were milestones in Dee’s and my journey into this wonderful lifestyle.
       
      A lifestyle that I thought had ended with Dee's death. A lifestyle of freedom, pleasure, understanding, and pure joy that I thought I would never be a part of again if it were not for Sue. Some might read into these stories that I have an infatuation with Sue. That is not true. I love Sue. If you go back and read The Surprise, you will know that I have known Sue since we were in elementary school. Her older brother was my best friend until we graduated high school; now, her husband is my best friend.
       
      If it were not for Sue and Don standing by me and pulling me out of my depression, getting me back into not only the lifestyle but life itself did I meet Pam.
       
      Pam is another story all together
       
      I lost Dee in 2004, and the stories about how I got back into the swing happened in 2006. In future stories, I will try not to go back too far into the past, but sometimes my thoughts go there, to a time, a place, or a person that is so important to me that I must bring it up for the story context.
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