Swing Time Dance Club

Halloween - Ted and I did something we’ve been considering for some time but not got around to doing - we went to the local swinger’s club.

We’ve been on the mailing list of the Swing Time Dance club since we moved here - an inheritance from the previous owners. At first we assumed it to be a dance club for people who enjoy the music of the forties and fifties but a check of the given web page established that it does indeed provide ‘an intimate social environment for free-thinking people’. The establishment billed itself as being ‘off premises’ and Ted had to explain that to me.

Anyway, last Saturday, Halloween, when the last of the trick-or-treaters had been sent on their way with the last of our chocolate bars, Ted checked the email for late messages and came up with a page inviting us to a special late night Halloween party.

“Come on down to the annual convention of witches, goblins, dragons, virgins and other mythical creatures. Be here at midnight to win prizes for best costumes.”

Ted, with his hair parted in the middle and slicked down, was still wearing his false fangs and black cape. He looked at me and I grinned back - “Why not?”

In my black cat tights with painted on whiskers and false ears I felt the confidence of camouflage as we entered the large old residence just outside city limits. The proprietor, a jolly gnome who gave his name as Frisk, nodded his approval when Ted presented his driver’s licence and smiled broadly at the three tens Ted tossed into the glass bowl. He led us to the main room where a quartet of trumpet, trombone, clarinet and sax were doing a questionable rendition of ‘Chatanooga Choo-choo’. There was a postage stamp dance floor where two couples were performing an energetic jitterbug and the rest of the floor was covered with bean bag loungers, most of whom were occupied by couples, mostly in some kind of costume - or lack thereof - who seemed to be enjoying themselves.

As we entered, the orchestra concluded the number and received a smattering of applause followed by louder applause when the bandleader announced they would take a break. Two of the couples looked up at us and one of the men reached out to pull up an empty bean bag. The woman with him waved us down to join them so Ted and I settled in.

The woman nearer me introduced herself as Sarah. “And that’s Debbie.” She gestured toward the other beanbag. “The two fellows are Paul and Martin but Debbie and I are such good friends we often forget which is whose husband.

“Tonight it doesn’t matter.” She babbled on. “I’ll probably lay both of them before morning. We don’t come here often but when we do, we come as a foursome so if we don’t risk becoming wallflowers.”

“Good plan.” I conceded. “And thanks for inviting us to join you.”

“You’re quite welcome - and don’t feel bashful about moving on if you make a contact.” Sarah leered at Ted. “Which I hope you don’t.” She clapped her hands. “It’s not proper etiquette to remain too long with one partner while here. All men shift one right.” She commanded. The three men stood up dutifully and Ted sat down with Debbie while Paul dropped in beside Sarah and Martin settled in with me on my beanbag.

I was at a loss about what was expected of me but Martin quickly calmed my fears. “No obligation.” He said quietly. “Sarah talks slutty but beneath that buxom bosom beats the heart of a proper Presbyterian housewife. Same with Debbie but about once a month the four of us get together and sort of forget just who’s married to whom. Mostly we come here for a couple of hours of pretending we’re wild swingers and then go home all fired up for a nice friendly swap, all happy and excited with the knowledge that we’re going to get laid before the night’s over. You needn’t feel committed to stick with us."

“Of course,” He added slyly, “We haven’t run into any couples as delightfully attractive as you and Ted - and from the way Debbie is snuggling up to your partner, I’d say nobody will be put out if you do stay.”

I looked over to see Debbie cuddling up to Ted who was laughing and already had a hand on her right boob while Sarah and Paul were looking on with amused smiles. I suddenly felt very comfortable with Martin. “Well then,” I smiled, “Our pretense to being a bunch of wild swingers is not all that convincing. We can do better.” Martin draped an arm over my shoulder and I pressed my left breast against him as I nibbled on his right ear. His right hand crept around to cradle my right tit..

The combo returned to play some slightly less frantic pieces but the din was still too loud to permit much conversation so for the next ten minutes we just necked and petted like - well maybe more than like when I was a teenager. By the time for the next music break, I’d had my fingers inside Martin’s fly but be had not yet discovered how to get inside my body-sock cat costume.

“Excuse us.” I looked up to see a young couple - considerably younger than anyone else in the place. He was a well built young man with arms and shoulders of an athlete or weight lifter while she was a slightly overweight blonde with a cheerful face and a bouncy bosom. I could imagine them fucking up a storm in the back seat of a Toyota but they seemed somehow out of place in a swinger’s club.

“This is Jerry and I’m Gerri - with a G. We’re new here.” The girl announced cheerfully, “And we feel sort of out on a limb by ourselves. Could we possibly join you - at least until we make a connection?”

“Of course.” Sarah took over and made the introductions. “It’s time for a switch anyway: come on fellows, one place to the right.” She pulled another beanbag in between hers and mine and waved Gerri into it so when the men shifted, mine was the one open for Jerry.

“I noticed you were getting along very well with Martin.”He said apologetically. “I don’t want to intrude.”

“Nonsense.” I laughed. “It’s like a square dance. Sarah’s the caller. A dance is where you find out whom you’d like to screw with - but you don’t screw here. That’s why it’s called ‘off premises’.”

My goodness, I didn’t know that just last week and now I’m acting the counselor. “But if you didn’t know that, what are you doing here? You should be home screwing the so screwable Gerri.'

Jerry grinned self-consciously. “Right - and I probably will be before sunup. Coming here was her idea.” He went on to explain that he and Gerri had been living together for three years and enjoying a very satisfying sex life but when he’d suggested they get married, she’d expressed reservations. She had bad vibes from a breakup of her family when momma had caught pappa spending a lunch hour with her cousin Emily.

“So she doesn’t want you to make her promises that might frustrate you at some future date?” I suggested. “

Gerri had been tuned into our conversation. She leaned over from the neighboring beanbag. “Plus I don’t want to make promises that could contribute to my frustrations. I love screwing lummox there but there are many beautiful people in this world I’d like to register with. - If I could only be sure that he could accept that, I’d marry him.”

“So you’re here tonight looking for a test case?” I suggested and turned to Jerry. “Do you think you could stand seeing another man screw her?”

He mulled over his answer for over half a minute. “To be truthful, for some perverted reason, I’d enjoy watching her screw another man.”

“That’s a very common perversion.” I informed him. “You want others to have a taste of the premium woman you have - and be jealous of you.”

“That’s an oversimplification.” He mused. “But there is a grain of truth there.”

Our noisy little orchestra returned and began setting up.

“I don’t know if I can take much more of this.” Ted spoke up. “I turned on the spa heater before leaving home and it should be good and hot by now. Anyone interested?”

Paul and Martin stood up immediately while Jerry gave a questioning look toward Gerri. She grinned and stood up too.

In the parking lot, Sarah got into Ted’s two-seater so I could ride with Debbie, Paul and Martin to guide in case we got separated while Jerry and Jerri followed in their VW.

When we arrived at our house, the girls were suitably impressed by the hot tub in the atrium. Debbie calmly turned her back to Jerry and asked him to unzip her dress while Sarah asked Ted to show how to turn on the bubbles. She then nonchalantly stripped off her clothing and stepped in. I must admit that for an older woman she had a truly impressive body - a trifle thick in the waist but not an ounce of flab, large self-supporting boobs and a full bush of pubic hair. Before sitting down, she held out her hand to Ted in invitation to join her. It took him three second to strip and step in. Debbie and Jerry were right behind.

“We can’t get eight in there.” Gerri turned to me. “Why don’t you show me the rest of your lovely house.”

“We might get ate in there.” Quipped Martin. “But we’d sooner stick with you. Can we come too.”

I showed them the two guest bedrooms and then led them upstairs to the master suite.

“Give me a minute to change out of this crazy cat costume.” I said. “I’ll be right back.” I went on into the dressing room and gratefully stripped off the clinging body-sock before turning to the wash basin to wash off the painted cat whiskers. As I reached for a towel, I glimpsed in the mirror to see Paul standing naked behind me. I smiled at him and he placed his hands on my hips. I stood up and wiggled my butt against his erection as he slipped his hands forward and up to cradle my breasts. We stood quietly for a full minute gently moving against each other and then I bent over the wash basin and he entered me from behind.

After several minutes of delicious long slow strokes I flipped him out. “That was delightful but these tiles are a little cold.” I told him. “Let’s try the bed.” We went back to the bedroom to find Gerri straddling Martin and riding him wildly. She didn’t interrupt the gymnastics but gave us a big grin and pointed down to the bed beside them inviting us to join them. Paul picked me up and tossed me down beside Martin where I lay back and spread my legs. Paul laughed and jumped right in.

He was good - damn good. Several times he brought me to the edge with just long slow strokes and then paused to let the tension subside. Finally I grabbed both cheeks of his ass and pulled him in hard. “Stop teasing me, damn you. I’m ready to explode - I want to feel you come to me.” I squirmed and bucked until I felt hm swell and as he began to spasm as I let loose all the built up frustration.

Gerri had finished off Martin earlier. She slipped a hand between me and Paul to feel the tremors in my belly. “I’ve never watched a woman climax before.” She said with a touch of envy. “You were impressive.”

I pushed Paul off to the other side and drowsed off with Gerri’s hand still on my tummy.

Later in the night I awakened to feel gentle fingers on my pussy. “Want to change partners?” Gerri whispered. I wiggled toward the center of the bed and she rolled over me, pausing for a moment on top with her ample breasts against mine. I’d never before been aroused by a female body but it did feel good. Our change-places maneuver completed with our bosoms still touching and each with an arm over the other and we dozed off again.

Some time later I was again awakened by stealthy probing. Martin had his dong between my legs from behind and was slyly searching for my point of entry I lay quietly pretending to be asleep until he found the target and slid in before I reached down between my legs to caress his balls. I opened my eyes to see Gerri’s grinning face. Paul was already inside her from behind and she was breathing in sync with his slow steady stroking. She moved her hand to my cheek and kissed me on the mouth. I didn’t object.

I had no urge to climax but Martin’s slow steady stroking was extremely soothing and when finally he swelled and began pumping his moistures into me I leaned forward and again kissed Gerri.

At sunrise I showered and went to the kitchen to prepare coffee and pancakes for the eight of us.

Jerry was all apologies for not having spent some time with the hostess - me. “I so hoped for a chance to get to know you.” He grumbled. “And now those two insatiable women have screwed me to where I have nothing left to offer you.”

“No problem.” I assured him. “You and Gerri stick around when the others leave. We have all day and another night. - And I have a feeling that will be just the beginning of a wonderful friendship.”

Jessie B. in Oregon

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