Lynn and I continued to have a fulfilling sex life as a result of our swinger encounters. We talked about having an open marriage, but that didn't fit well with the deep abiding love we felt for each other. The parties at the Summers' were great, yet neither of us liked the idea of spending entire nights with someone else. However, we agreed that in order to keep a healthy sexuality, we needed outside stimulation. The answer was joining a swingers' club.

Lynn and I were having dinner at the local pizza restaurant on a night Christy and Doug showed up. We invited them to join us. The four of us had a few drinks and shared a pizza along with and lots of laughs reminiscing about their parties.

Doug said, "Did you see the look on Fred's face when he realized he was taking Carly home? She had to be twenty years older than Fred!"

"Hey, don't laugh. I'm a dozen years older than Tammy and trust me, she didn't mind one bit."

Again, everyone laughed.

Christy spoke up and said, "Yeah, Tammy is quite the girl. Have you heard about Jane?"

Lynn asked, "What have you heard about her?

"I saw her the other day in town. You probably know that Bud isn't exactly Romeo. It turns out Jane couldn't take it any longer and sighed up with Ashley Madison. She told me it has changed her life. Jane has a ton of 'friends' on the site. They are all men." More laughter. "She just tells Bud when she goes out that she's going to her bridge club. Say, what have you two been up to?"

"Nothing new, Lynn said, "but we were thinking about joining a club. It wouldn't be a bridge club." Again everyone laughed because they got the joke.

She continued. "Do you know of any respectable swingers clubs in the area?"

Doug remarked that "respectable" is a rather ironic term when talking about swingers. "It's funny you should ask," he said. "We joined a club last month. It's rather exclusive and by invitation only Some friends from the golf club put us on the list. We've been at two events and they both were terrific."

Christy agreed and said, "You two would be perfect. Is it okay if we nominate you?"

Lynn said, "Of course. That would be great, right Curt?"

"Sure. Maybe you can give us a few details."

Doug said the club liked to include at least one sex game at each event. They are always fun and a great mixer. It is always totally voluntary. Everyone dresses immaculately. The last event was black tie with Champagne and hors d'oeuvres . There is an entry fee of $10,000 and dues of $500 per month per couple payable by credit card. The dues are charged on members' credit cards automatically each month."

I said, "It looks like they aren't taking any chances with people forgetting their dues."

Christy chimed in and said, "Hey, it's worth it guys. The cost isn't much more than taking a two week cruise, and it's with really beautiful people. Some are famous so I guess you could say this is a respectable club."

Doug gave us the club's name. He said they would contact us if there was an opening.

Lynn and I could talk of nothing else but anticipating the thought of joining the club. It made us both so horny that we couldn't keep our hands off of each other. Whenever we had a moment, we would be fucking each other. It could be in the kitchen or living room and in the rec room. The excitement built for weeks, but there was no contact from the club.

Just when we had given up all hope, a special delivery invitation arrived in the mail just a month before our eleventh wedding anniversary. We thought it would be a fitting anniversary present. The thing is, they asked for an interview. This alarmed us because an interview for a sex club could be intimidating. Who knows what they would ask. Christy said it was only a formality.

Lynn and I made an appointment with the club's membership committee on Wednesday evening of the following week. We decided to wear something conservative but stylish. Lynn looked fabulous as always. I made sure to get a haircut and shine my shoes. The meeting was at seven thirty.

There were six members that met us at one of the better restaurants in town. The meeting was more about them getting to know us and reviewing the member rules. We eventually felt comfortable during dinner, and they seemed pleased to include us in the club.

Saturday we received a letter welcoming us to the Couples Club of America with a password to register for automatic payments online. I registered on Monday. We both were over the moon with excitement.

It wasn't until a month later we received an announcement for the coming event. It had a cute motto that read, "Don't Incriminate; Inseminate." This would be our first as CCA members. Christy advised Lynn not to wear too many buttons. She said Lynn needed something easy on, easy off but sexy. I was to wear something smart and casual. It turned out to be a new members party.

The club had rented the ballroom and a DJ at a local hotel. Six rooms upstairs were reserved. It all started at eight. We were among two other new members. Everyone wore name tags that included how long each person had been a member, like "Stan Smith, a member since June 2013."

The first two hours included cocktails, light snacks and dancing. The club had arranged that every woman rotated their dance partner. It was a good low key icebreaker. Next was the first party game. Each woman wore a colored ribbon in their hair. The men would draw a colored poker chip from a dish that matched a woman's ribbon. Of course the men were not allowed to look inside the dish while picking a colored chip. Men and women paired up according to color. Everyone sat at tables with their partner to play strip poker, two couples per table.

Lynn was at the far table, and I was at the other end. We couldn't see each other as the games progressed. The rule was that after the first woman had lost her clothes, she could take her original partner to one of the rooms or choose the other man at the table. If she chose no one, the game continued until the second woman was naked. She then had a choice. If neither of the women chose a partner, the men chose.

I had picked a pink chip and that matched Helen's ribbon. She and her husband had been a member of the club for a year and a half. Patty, the other woman at the table, was a new member like me and was paired with Ralph. Ralph was one of the original members. Patty was first to remove her bra and panties but chose neither Ralph nor I. Awhile later, both Ralph and I were naked leaving Helen wearing only a thong. Neither woman chose us so it was our turn. Both women had beautiful bodies. It was hard to choose.

I said to Helen, "I got lucky when I picked the pink chip. How about spending some time with me?"

She blushed and rhetorically said, "Why not?"

We covered up, picked up a room key and headed to Room 314. I gave Lynn a wink as I passed her table on the way out. She was just taking off her bra, and it was apparent the men at her table were ogling her. It was obvious she would soon have a man to satisfy her lust.

After Helen and I spent a short time together, we left to join the group back in the ballroom. As we entered the elevator, I glanced over to see Lynn going into a room with a man with white hair. I wasn't sure, but he looked like the Mayor.

There were a few couples left in various stages of undress when we reached the ballroom. Six of us sat at a table talking about nothing interesting. One of the women, I think it was Beverly, whispered in my ear, "Curt, I think there is a room open."

Beverly, in her mid twenties, was possibly the youngest lady in the club. She was delightfully sexy. Her tits were small but her face was that of a goddess.

"Should we?" I asked.

She just gave me a seductive wink and off we went. On the way up, she asked if we should make it a three-some. I shook my head with a silent no. This time it was room 309 and it wasn't a short stay. Beverly was an easy fuck. She was undemanding and liked sex however and wherever I wished. I took advantage of her generosity. We probably overstayed our use of the room since several people knocked hoping it would soon be free. It wasn't until two in the morning that we left for downstairs. Lynn was nowhere to be seen. She didn't join me until a half hour later.

We probably got home at three that morning. Both of us felt exhilarated but exhausted. It had been a memorable night for both of us. She had entertained three men at different times and all of them knew how to satisfy a women. It turned out she had fucked the Mayor for her first session, then the CEO of a Fortune Five Hundred company, and finally, the retired Cy Young winner from 2009. It was a rather impressive list of celebrities. She admitted that she probably over did it, but being among the rich and famous made her give into each of their persuasive advances.

She asked, "Did you know you were with the wife of a billionaire? He owns one of those startup tech companies."

"No, who was that?"

"Beverly, the younger woman."

"Who would have guessed? She is so much like us." I replied. "She only said her husband isn't around a lot and the club is a good excuse for them to get away together. Beverly offered to do a three-some only I wasn't prepared for that."

"Do you think they do that in the club?" Lynn naively asked.

"I suppose they do, my dear. You just can't tell what new adventures await us," I said.

A few days later, Lynn received an e-mail inviting the women for a special outing. It was sponsored by the club, but was not one of their official events. The social chairperson, a woman, invited those who wished to have a girls' night out meet at a hotel starting on Saturday afternoon. It would also be a competition. 

The game was simple. The woman who seduced and fucked the most men before Sunday morning would win an all expenses paid weekend for two at a resort. However, the men must be strangers. The entry fee was the cost of a hotel room for one night plus $100. The date was hand picked because it was a weekend when the hotel was hosting a tournament for out of town golfers. Lynn said it was affordable and sounded like fun. So, she signed up. I would have objected, yet it seemed to me that Lynn had an excellent chance of winning. I liked the idea of a free resort weekend.

Lynn packed her tiniest bikini and most seductive clothes, checking in at the hotel around noon. That's all I knew until she returned home on Sunday. I was as horny as hell imagining what was happening at the hotel. The only distraction for me on Saturday was watching football. I didn't get to sleep until after midnight.

Sunday didn't come soon enough. Lynn didn't arrive fast enough. Finally, I heard the car drive into our garage. I met her at the door with a huge hug and kiss. "How did it go?" I asked.

"Great," she said. "I won!"

"Fantastic," I said enthusiastically. "Tell me about it."

She said that the day was sunny and warm for October, so all of the girls were at the pool in their sexy bikinis. There were no men because they were still on the course. By four in the afternoon, golfers began to trickle in and they immediately saw the harem of ladies lounging at the pool. It took only moments before the men offered the ladies a drink and began socializing. Ginny was the first to leave with a man. Soon after, the other men caught on and people began pairing up heading for each woman's hotel room. Before long, the pool was empty except for a few families.

Sid was Lynn's first partner. Sid asked her how much she charged. Lynn said she wasn't a prostitute and told him, anyway prostitution was illegal. The girls were just playing a game. He was short and a quick hitter. He was in and out before Lynn could even get a mini orgasm. Before they headed back to the pool, Sid left her a "gift" of $75.

It wasn't until after dinner that the real action started according to Lynn's account. The news got around that the girls were playing a game. The guys knew about the competition, and it became an orgy. Sometimes a women entertained three or four men at a time. Others told their partner to let it be known that she was free after he had finished. Each lady had their own way of promoting themselves. Every man left a gift of from $50 to $100. "Golfers are very generous," Lynn said. The women were kept busy until the men were totally worn out.

So I asked, ""How many men did you fuck?"

"I don't know. It's hard to tell. Maybe six or seven."

"With each of the girls servicing so many men, how did they decide who won?"

"By how much money we were given. I got $625. Joy was next with $600."

"Wow," I said impressed. "That's more than the cost of the room plus entry fee combined."

Lynn spent the afternoon napping. I was still horny and wanted to fuck her like a whore but understandably, she wasn't in the mood. It took her three days to recover. The resort weekend she won made it all worthwhile. They even included meals and drinks, and of course, we treated it like it was our second honeymoon.

The next official club event was called "Four To Go," and was held at a lodge with a conference center and a dozen cabins. There was a bit of a drive to get there since it was in the neighboring state, so it was an overnight stay. We were in the conference center having a buffet dinner while waiting for everyone to arrive. By nine, the last couple arrived, and it was time to pick a number. The women chose folded slips of paper from a cup. Lynn got number six and so did Faith. That meant that Faith and her husband Harry shared a cabin with us. We were roommates for a night. We exchanged names, shook hands and went outside to find our cottage. It was dark. The flashlights helped locate cabin number six. Inside, the four of us opened a bottle of wine that the club had thoughtfully provided. We openly talked about our sexual preferences.

Harry suggested that we get started. "You folks take that bed and we'll be over here in the bed by the window."

That's not exactly how it went. Lynn and I had parked our clothes in the closet and were cuddling with each other when Faith came over to our bed.

"You don't mind, do you?" she asked. "I am so attracted by Lynn's gorgeous body, I had to join you."

Faith stroked Lynn's hair and gave her a wet romantic kiss. Lynn was visibly startled because she had never been with another woman before. Faith continued by sucking Lynn's nipples until she went between Lynn's thighs kissing them on the way down. Her tongue vigorously attacked Lynn's pussy lips and clit.

Harry was not idle. He pressed his enlarged cock into my lovely wife's mouth. Faith said to me, "Come on, don't be bashful. I've got an opening for you."

I sank my hard dick into that woman's hot tunnel before she said another word.

There was a chorus of grunts and squeals of pleasure with each of us taking our turn to reach a climax. When we finished, I could better appreciate Faith's glamorous body. Her breasts were shapely with pink nipples. She wore a nicely shaved, but not fully shaved, pussy. Her smile was electric.

We sat together trying to gain momentum for our next round. The girls needed no rest. Harry hadn't lost his erection and decided to try his luck in my wife's succulent passage way. He mounted her without any pleasantries. Harry was all the way in like a knife in butter and proceeded to mercilessly ram into her. I wasn't sure she was enjoying the rough treatment. But by her sounds, apparently it was working for her.

Faith said, "I get so turned on watching Harry fuck another woman. He does it with so much enthusiasm; it's fun to watch. You know Curt, when he is finished with Lynn, I want you guys to do me DP."

I watched in amazement at both Harry's powerful strokes and his staying power. It turned me on more than I had imagined. My throbbing twitching dick needed some pussy.

"Okay honey," Harry said turning to Faith. "Are you ready for me?"

"Anytime my big handsome stud."

He moved on top of Faith and gave her the same treatment he gave Lynn. I took Harry's place with Lynn. Both Harry and I had cum once already, so we had plenty of staying power.

Faith began screaming and screaming finally demanding, "Get over here, Curt and take me in the ass."

I was so hard that penetrating Faith's ass was like sticking a fork in a mashed potatoes. That was my first DP, and it would not be the last.

Harry said between heavy breathing, "Come here Lynn. Take care of Faith's tits. She needs you to suck them 'til they're hard like a thimble."

Lynn didn't wait. Faith was enjoying the satisfaction of three on one. I had never seen or heard a woman display so much pleasure. Every orgasm seemed to lead to another more powerful orgasm. Finally it all stopped when Harry let out a holler and creamed her pussy while I was in the final stages of my own orgasm. The hot creampies from two men flowed like squeezing juice from an orange.

Harry jumped out of bed and said, "I gotta get our smart phone for this."

He took a dozen pictures from every angle urging his wife to push out more and more cum from both holes.

Next it was Lynn's turn but not until much later in the evening. We finished two bottles of wine before Harry and I could get it up. Lynn had no experience with DP, but she said she was game to try.

I was on the bottom stuffing her cunt cowgirl. She bent over while Harry plugged her ass from behind. Faith took to servicing Lynn' nipples.

Lynn was not prone to being overly vocal during sex but in this case, she was a screamer. She had tears running down her cheeks. It scared me until I realized they were tears of intense rapture. My partner and I kept reaming her. We both finished with several bursts of cum. Again the phone made an appearance making sure to get close-ups of the slimy fluids draining from Lynn's cunt and ass.

That was enough for one day. We slept late and left for home at noon.

Before leaving, Harry said he would send the pictures. "Oh by the way," he added. "If they are any good, I'll post them on the club site." I didn't realize the club posted pictures on their website. I was very curious to see what was there We waved goodbye and drove off.

On the way home, we confided in each other testing whether the swinger club was still a good idea. I was especially concerned about Lynn's feelings. She said everything was fine only that she was sore down there. There would be no sex together that night. We both were looking forward to the next event.

It was early morning when I logged onto the private CCA website. I just about went crazy flipping through the pictures. They represented the best in home pornography. There was stuff there that I didn't imagine could be done. There were videos showing some of the sex games in earlier events. All were terrific. There was a video of a blowjob competition. The women lined up on their knees and men had their cocks in each woman's mouth. When one guy shot his load, that couple was eliminated and each man moved to the next woman. This continued throughout the movie until one couple remained and was declared the winner. Obviously it was edited, so it only lasted five minutes. It was difficult to see faces, but I think Helen was a winner. The winning couple did what the club considers a "winners lap." She does a lap dance on his cock until he gives her a creampie.

There were pictures of three-somes, four somes and major orgies. One lady had three cocks inside her below and two in her mouth. "How did they do that?" I wondered. I had to show the pictures to Lynn.

She wasn't impressed until we got to her creampie pictures. "I've never seen cum drooling out of my pussy before. I can feel it but never actually saw it. Faith was right. It's really a turn on."

One set of pictures was alarming. They were of a few men blowing each other. Women were behind each man, laughing and putting dildos in their ass. I really don't care if other male members suck cock. I just am not interested. It seems so humiliating.

The next week Lynn and I fucked like hyper sexed teenagers. It was never too early and never too late. We fucked in the car. We fucked in the yard. I even fucked her in the department store dressing room.

One day I took her back to the adult book store, and she was so horny she sucked off three guys in the glory hole. I watched her do it and made a video. She actually liked the video and said, "I never knew I made those faces when I make a guy cum.

It's kind of funny, don't you think?" We were on a roll, a sexual rollercoaster. After two weeks, we calmed down and came to our senses.

The next event with the club wasn't until after the new year. That meant we skipped a month before our next invitation arrived. It would take place at a resort and spa at three Saturday afternoon. It was on Super Bowl weekend. The theme was "Super Blow Bash." We had a pretty good idea what that would involve.

This time all female members had a room assignment. The men were left to their own devices to hookup with a companion for the night. The party game helped with that.

We had the pool to ourselves. Nude bathing only. Everyone was happy about that. This event quickly turned into a nudist colony. No one wore clothes until it was time for the game.

We finished dinner after dark. A half hour later, everyone began to assemble for the game. The women headed for their locker room, the men to theirs.

A rack was filled with football jerseys and warm-up pants of various sizes for the men. The women chose cheerleader outfits for their costume. The bikini top covered a bare minimum. To say the skirt was skimpy would be an understatement. It was a simple matter of finding a good fit for everyone before heading back to the game room. I felt like we were back in college only this was much better.

Once everyone had gathered and sat down for an after dinner drink, Hilda, the social chair, brought out a wheel looking like the Wheel of Fortune, but this wheel read, "Wheel of Fornication." In place of dollars, the wheel contained spaces indicating different sex acts. In place of the "Bankrupt" space, it read, "Girl on girl."

The rules were simple. The men wrote their jersey number on a ticket and threw it in a hat. The woman with her birthday nearest the Super Bowl was first to spin the wheel. She would draw a ticket from the hat identifying her partner to perform the sex act according to the wheel. The next closest birthday was next and so on. Eight couples agreed to play.

Before the game began, the girls decided to put their uniforms to good use and lead a cheer for the guys. The whole idea generated a great deal of enthusiasm from the men. Watching boobs bouncing was tantalizing, but the kicking routine triggered a stronger team spirit by exposing eight appetizing pussies. It was hardly a surprise that none of the women had 'remembered' to wear panties.

After the cheerleading, everyone was anxious to play the game. Darlene was first. She drew jersey number thirty-four. That was Nate's jersey. The wheel spun and landed on "Missionary." Darlene and Nate now had their assignment. Pauline drew number three worn by Jake. The wheel rested on "Doggie." Vicky was next and drew number twenty-three. That was me. Vicky spun the wheel only to land on "Girl on girl." Two things happened at this point. First, my ticket had to be returned to the hat. The other is that Vicky had to choose a women with whom to have sex before the game could continue.

Of all people, she chose my wife, Lynn. Lynn's face turned beet red. She put her hand over her mouth as if to say, "Oh my God, not me!" Lynn has never been much of an exhibitionist, so the idea of fucking in front of an audience embarrassed her to death. Maybe that was what she wanted me to believe, because once she got into it with Vicky on the matt in front of everyone, they put on a short but hot lez show that obviously aroused the group.

Vicky choose another ticket and this time it was Dan. The wheel stopped at "Cowgirl."

It wasn't until two tickets later that Sherry chose my number. This time lady luck smiled on me when the wheel fell on "Anal." To be honest, I couldn't imagine a better situation. There was something about Sherry that gave her a "fuck me" look. Maybe it was her big boobs or facial expressions. More than likely, it was the way she dressed. It was always borderline slutty. I had seen Sherry at an earlier party and had learned she had earned her way through college as an escort. She attracted lots of attention, but I never had a chance to be with her.

After that I paid little attention to the wheel and didn't even know my wife's situation. All I knew was that I was going to have a good time with Sherry.

Finally all eight women had partners. It was time to enjoy the orgy. People were on chairs and sofas. Some were on the floor and one couple was having sex on a table. Anyway, whatever the wheel revealed is what people were doing.

Sherry pulled me over to a matt near the wheel picking up the essentials, lube and condoms, from a nearby table. She was impatient. First she pulled down my warm-ups and had my cock in her throat before I could say, "Hi, I'm Curt." Then she slipped a condom over my inflamed shaft and coated it with a healthy supply of lube. Handing me the tube of KY, Sherry bent over on all fours on the matt lifting her tiny skirt and spreading her ass cheeks to give me easy access. Clearly, Sherry was in a hurry.

She played with her clit while I took a moment to grease her butt hole, then I banged into her balls deep. She wasn't the kind to have a slow entry. Sherry wanted it fast and furious, hard and deep. That's what she got.

The noises in the room were familiar. Groans and shrieks and screams filled the air. Sherry was not afraid to express her delight with each of my thrusts. I ripped off her top and watched as those pendulous plus size breasts swung each time I pumped into her, over and over again. I didn't want it to stop. She begged for more, but eventually all good things come to an end, and cum I did, again and again. The condom's reservoir tip was too small to hold it all. My immense ejaculation filled it to overflowing. I was totally out of breath falling onto the matt exhausted.

Later, when everyone had finished round one of the game, we all sat around having a few more drinks. A new arrangement was suggested. Since the women had been given card keys for their room, it was suggested they toss them in a hat for the men to draw. I drew room thirty-eight, Frieda's room. She wasn't the prettiest woman of the group, but she had the sexiest body. I adored her pierced nipples and tiny tattoo of a penis just above her pussy where she was entirely shaved.

When we got into her room, Frieda said, "Curt, you and Sherry really had it going tonight. Ya want to see a picture?"

Surprised, I said, "What, you took a picture of us?"

"Well, I was with Tad fucking doggie. He has this enormous cock that split my pussy pretty good, but he didn't last long. I don't think he gave me more than a half dozen strokes before he blasted into me. I'll say one thing for Tad, he cums like a horse. He filled my cunt with so much of his spunk, some of it is still inside me. Anyway, that left me with time to watch the group and take a few pictures. I love taking pictures at these events."

She gave me her smart phone to browse through the pictures. Sure enough, there I was with my cock deep into Sherry's butt hole. It was hard to tell, but one of the other pictures appeared to be my wife with some guy doing sixty-nine. She had his cock all the way down her throat with cum oozing from her lips. It was a pretty great photo.

Then Frieda said, "We'll take some of us later, but first I want you to lick my pussy clean. It's still dripping from Tad," then she spread her legs on the edge of the bed exposing her pink wet pussy.

She was right. Tad's creamy fluid was slithering from Frieda's fuck hole. This wasn't the first time I had tasted another man's salty jizz. It was back when Lynn and I had our first foursome with Harry and Faith, so it just seemed to be the natural thing to do. It made me pretty damn horny too.

"Come on, Curt. Get some cum on your tongue so I can take a picture."

She grabbed the phone while I pressed a finger inside her slippery hole helping the cum flow onto my tongue. After clicking two or three shots, she said, "Come over here and kiss me. God, Curt, how I love the taste of cum!"

We kissed a deep kiss. She was like a vacuum cleaner sucking up every last drop of the creamy juice.

"Now it's your turn to stuff that hard cock into me, Curt. I want you to do me like this is the first time you ever fucked a girl."

Frieda knew all of the tricks to pleasure a man and she taught me a few things. One is that some women are very sensitive behind their knees. Frieda showed me where and how to use my lips and tongue to get her aroused. She might have been the most creative fuck on this planet. I couldn't believe what a great whore I was with. However, she liked to be in charge, so I just followed her lead.

Frieda stood on all fours at the edge of the bed with her ass up in the air. She said, "Just stand there behind me with your cock in my pussy. Don't move. I'll take care of the rest."

That's pretty much what happened. She rocked back and forth banging into me. I just watched my cock slide in and out of her while Frieda moved her ass faster and faster. I finally gave in and slammed my shaft deep into her at my moment of climax. With all of her experience with sexual positions, having her fuck tunnel coated with sperm turned out to be what she loved the most.

It took me forever to want to pull out. I was hard for a long time after that. Frieda kissed me and said, "I'm so glad we were together tonight. You're a great lover. I like that you're adventurous, and you are one of the few men able to stay hard inside me and fill my hole for so long."

She looked down at my raging cock and said, "You look like you're ready to go again. Hey, I have an idea," she said. "How about a threesome? I don't know if you have met Perry. He is such a gentle soul. You should meet him. What do you think of inviting him to join us?"

"Sounds okay," but I didn't know the rest of the story.

Quickly she called one of the other rooms and said, "Frieda here. Are you free, Perry? Yeah, Curt and I are next door."

Perry was already nude with his cock sticking out like a lance when he entered the room five minutes later.

After introductions, Frieda took charge again. "Curt," she pleaded, "pleasure me and clean me up while I spend some time with Perry's gorgeous cock."

She spread her knees giving me full access to her shaved pussy while Perry moved above her head so she could engulf his full erection. It was funny when I looked up. Perry and I were face to face although he couldn't see me. His eyes were closed, and his face had a dreamy expression. 

A few minutes into lapping up my cum leaking from Frieda's cunt, I felt a finger pressing into my asshole. My head was buried between two thighs, so I assumed it was Frieda massaging my prostrate. When I came up for air, a quick glance revealed it was Perry finger fucking my bottom.

Frieda said, "Curt, I want you to do me anal," and she turned over on all fours. Perry moved away and as soon as I penetrated Frieda's butt hole, Perry was inching his way into my anus. "Holy shit, I thought. They must have set me up for this."

The next thing I knew, Perry was plowing into me while I pounded into Frieda. My mind began to spin trying to take in all of the sensations. No one was in a rush to cum. The anal action and vigorous thrusting continued with Frieda's constant orgasms. I was first to release my load into Frieda's bottom. When I heard Perry scream, I knew it was my turn to get creamed. The warm streaming liquid inside my rectum was a feeling I'll never forget.

When it was all over, Frieda asked, "Have you ever had gay cock before, Curt?"

"No, I haven't. It was, well, kind of unexpected." 

In fact, I had never thought about having sex with a man other than being curious. I suppose when at a swingers club, it's best to expect the unexpected.

Perry added to the conversation with, "You were great, Curt. You made me feel so loved. I'd like to return the favor having you in my love hole sometime."

That would have to wait. I was exhausted and fell asleep. When I woke up, Perry was gone and Frieda was saying, "I wish we had more time, but we need to join the others downstairs."

She was right. It was dawn and time for breakfast.

My wife, Lynn, was already there sitting with a group of five men. They were engrossed in conversation. Lynn didn't even notice me. I could see a silly grin on her face, and each of the men seemed to want to be the one to impress her the most. It was an accelerated form of flirting. It looked serious. I didn't interrupt but enjoyed the spectacle. The whole thing reminded me of high school when my friends and I tried to dazzle the most popular cheerleader, usually without much success.

When breakfast was over, people began to gather their things from the locker room and were ready to leave. After a few hugs, club members drove off to their everyday ordinary lives. Lynn and I were among the last to leave. Her admirers kept asking for her phone number or e-mail address. She did her best to explain that the only time she is unfaithful to her husband is at the club. To a man, they would say, "Too bad."

The drive home took about an hour giving us time to unwind. Lynn opened the conversation with, "Well what happened after you fucked Sherry in the ass?"

I told her all about being with Frieda. Then I said, "There was one more thing that happened, but you might not want to hear about it."

"Of course I do," she said.

"Well my dear, it was something that I hadn't anticipated. It just happened."

"Okay, you have my undivided attention. What happened?"

I told her about Perry and how he surprised me when I was pumping Frieda.

She said, "Listen Curt, don't worry. Everything goes at the club and even if you enjoyed it, I don't mind. I would never confuse you with being gay."

"Thanks Lynn. How was your evening?

"It's a long story. I'll give you the Readers' Digest version. I started with a guy by the name of Terry. It turns out he is the father of a student I had two years ago. I remember her because she is a real slut, flirting with the guys almost begging them to fuck her. I was always amazed that the principal didn't send her home to put on something decent.

"Anyway, we got physical for awhile. Then I heard the door open and close. A second set of hands were on me. Terry and I were in missionary and this stranger put his cock in my mouth. I didn't mind, really. As you know, I have been with two men before. Eventually Terry finished and the new guy turns me over and starts fucking me doggie. Terry just stood there and watched when a third man came in the room. After the second guy came inside me, I was leaking cum all over the place, but that didn't stop the next guy. He was in and out of my pussy, then slid his cum filled dick in my ass. It took a long time before he came while the other two watched.

"Another man joined the three others and said in a slurred voice, 'How about DP boys?' He sounded drunk. Since I wasn't objecting, Terry, who had fully, recovered did the honors in my ass while the drunk was in my cum filled pussy. While this was going on, one more guy came in the room and quickly got into the act. When he was half way down my throat, I could see he had a camera taking a video. The other two continued pumping my ass and pussy during the video.

"Curt, I felt so much like a slut, a whore, and to be honest, I loved it. Terry and the drunk stayed inside me until the camera man exploded in my mouth. With cum dripping from my lips, he said, 'Smile, you're on Candid Camera'." That's when he went to take close-ups of the two cocks buried inside me. Eventually they finished with a holler like their team had just won the Super Bowl.

"God, Curt, having been gang banged with five guys coming in all of my holes made me so horny. It didn't matter any longer who I was going to fuck or how they were going to do it. It just freed my mind to travel into a different space. When George, the last guy, started plunging into me for a second time, I just couldn't stop cumming. Those men must have thought I am a nymphomaniac. Maybe I am, but I couldn't get enough cock last night. It was lovely, Curt. I still have so much cum in me, it might take a week to get it all out."

After a minute I said, "Well that's pretty explicit for a Reader's Digest version," and gave her a kiss.

Giving me a seductive smile she replied, "I didn't go into all of the details,".

It wasn't necessary for Lynn to go into more detail. They were shown in a video posted on the club website. The video showed much of what Lynn had said. It was a little discomforting for me to see a bunch of men standing around with hard cocks waiting their turn with my wife. My God, she looked so hot and vulnerable! Each man ravaged her body, piling into her as they wished. After several participants had fucked her mouth or her pussy, each man, in turn deposited their load in a cup. She drank from the cup as if it was a milkshake, licking her lips and giving the camera a wink when she finished. There might have been other perversions, but the video ended when a black man with an enviable size cock, exploded like a cork popping open a bottle of champagne, splashing her face, her hair and her tits. His creamy fluid hung on her chin like honey dripping from a spoon. That must have been George, the man she mentioned in the car when we drove home. It was no wonder that there were so many men vying for her attention at breakfast that morning.

Lynn didn't want to watch the video. She said it was okay in real life, but not something to relive in a video. That's when I decided it was time to talk to her again about our sex life.

"Lynn, I love you so much, and I would never put you in a situation where you might get hurt. That video from the club made me think if one of those guys was a little bit crazy, he might have harmed you in some way. I can't let that happen."

"What are you saying, Curt?"

"I'm thinking that maybe we ought to cut back on our club activities."

"You mean quit the club?" she asked.

"Maybe. At least be a little more careful about what we are willing to do. Remember the club rules say that if anyone objects to having sex with someone or refuses to do a sexual act, the person has the right to say no. You know, 'No means no.' We need to exercise that right and maybe go to fewer parties."

"But Curt, last weekend was fine with me. It went a little overboard, I agree, but everyone was nice about it."

"I realize that, Lynn. I'm thinking ahead. You know, if or when it isn't fine with you. All those guys asking for your phone numbers and e-mail suggests they want to go a step further."

"Okay, I think I get it. It makes you nervous, and I probably wasn't in my right mind."

"Look, it doesn't mean we have to stop swinging. Maybe going back to private parties would work."

"Okay, I can live with that, but Curt, when I get horny, I need some variety. You know, if I can get another guy's cock in me every so often, I can be a better wife and lover for you."

"Sure and me a better husband."

It wasn't much more than two weeks after our conversation that the club's website shut down. It said, "Technical difficulties." The next day I got a call from our friend, Doug. "Have you heard what happened at the club, Curt?"

"No, I only know the website is having technical difficulties."

"Bullshit! It's over. The club has disbanded."

"Why? What happened?"

"Apparently the vice president and the treasurer had a deal going. They took a cut for themselves from our dues each month. When no one answered the phone at the office earlier in the week, a few people got suspicious. Well, our two thieves had banked the loot they stole from us, and took off for some island in the Caribbean. No one knows exactly where, but they took along Jake's wife. We can't be sure if she went willingly or was part of the scheme. From what I understand, she was ready to split with Jake anyway."

We had been members of the swingers club at that point for a little over a year. The timing was right to end it. We had no interest in finding another swing club, and decided private parties were perfect whenever our libido began to fade. Lynn and I had become friends with several of the members, so it was easy to organize an occasional private party. We have now hosted three parties, and love the lifestyle and each other more than ever.