Ryan and I made our plan after the idea of checking out a swing club popped into our heads. That Friday evening, after talking to my husband, Travis, on the phone - his work would keep him away for another week - I drove over to the mall parking lot and got into Ryan's car. We drove for forty-five minutes to an old warehouse and located an entry that was much too polished for such a building. "Enchantment," the awning announced. Inside, we were greeted at a reception desk worthy of a first-class hotel.

"Members?" a cute girl in her early twenties asked.

"No. Our first time," Ryan replied.

"We'll have to join you up. I'm Caitlin by the way. Do you want an annual membership? Or just checking us out?"

"We've never been to a place like this, so maybe just tonight," I chimed in.

She took down our information, accepted our cash including a credit to be used at the bar, and told us our locker numbers. "For your valuables. Do you want a tour?"

"That would be nice."

She took us to the lockers which were on the other side of the back wall of the reception desk. We had brought combination locks, as the website suggested.

"Anything you don't want to carry around with you," she indicated to the open locker door. "Most girls leave their panties and bras, too, since they can be hard to find at the end of the evening."

"Girls?" I thought. "What century are we in?" Anyway.

So much for my black thong and push-up bra. I reached up under the little cocktail dress I wore and pulled down my panties. I had to unhook the garter to do that since the thong was too skimpy to work on the outside. I re-hooked the garter belt so I could keep the mesh stockings on. Ryan pulled the back of the dress down and removed my bra.

"Same idea for the boys," Caitlin added.

I guess it didn't surprise me that Ryan's already hard cock sprang out as he pulled his shiny black pants and silky boxers down. Caitlin was neither shocked nor impressed. Ryan pulled his pants back up.

The tour was interesting and, frankly, a little bit scary. We walked down a row of rooms with doorways. At a door where sounds of intense love-making emerged, Caitlin showed us how the occupants indicated they want to be disturbed. A slider indicated, "Free - Come in - Private."

Outside another room, she said, "These folks love to be watched," and cracked open the door. A middle-aged woman was eating another lady and was being fucked from behind. A man stood in a corner masturbating.

The scary part was a room with a four-poster bed with ropes, chains, straps, leather cuffs, and other paraphernalia hung on the wall. I was grateful that the room was "Free."

We made it to a common area. Two couples were making out on one sofa. You could say the men's hands were up the ladies' skirts, but since nothing was hidden, we saw their fingers at work in the girls' love holes. Cocks were out too, one in a girl's hand, one in the other girl's mouth. Another woman was bouncing up and down on a man's cock.

Caitlin pointed to two bowls labeled His and Hers. "Condoms are mandatory and everybody respects that," she said pointing to the His bowl.

The Hers bowl had dams and female condoms. There were little vials of lubricant, too. "You can't really prevent STDs if the lady isn't protected too. But for some reason, this bowl never gets emptied. Don't say we didn't offer. By the way, the bar is in there. There are two more common areas like this one."

She continued, "Anyway, you didn't come here for the tour, he-he. Look, there's a very nice couple, Amber and Daniel, just coming down the corridor. They love to play with newbies." She waved them over to us, "This is Ryan and Holly," she indicated. "Amber and Daniel," she nodded.

Amber wrapped her arms around Ryan. Daniel pulled me close. "You're first time here?" he asked.

"Actually, it's our first time anywhere. You know. For something like this," I replied.

"Your wife?" I asked, nodding toward Amber, who I took as Ryan's new date.

"Ha ha, no. That's Amber's husband over there."

"Married couple getting bored with each other? Your husband?" Amber asked.

I looked over at Ryan. He nodded. "We're having an affair," he admitted.

Daniel had turned me around. He was behind me running his hands all over my chest and reaching under my skirt. "Oh my! Nothing under!" he remarked as his fingers played between my legs.

I doubted he was surprised, but I appreciated the remark.

Amber had also gotten behind Ryan and was pressing her tits against his back. She reached down to rub his cock thru his pants. I could tell he was still hard after meeting Caitlin. "Oooh," she murmured and began to take his shirt off.

"Maybe we should get a room," Daniel suggested. I giggled since the last time I heard that suggestion, I was a single grad student. I and a boy at a party had violated the implicit decorum of the party with our kissing and more. And, yes, it was a good fuck.

After going by the bar to buy a large bottle of red wine, we found a "Free" room with a nice double bed. Daniel pulled my little dress down off my boobs and pushed me onto the bed. Amber let her dress fall to the floor, and with nothing under, was totally naked. She pulled Ryan with her as she also fell back onto the bed. Guess who didn't have any dams (or female condoms). Both of us.

I came to the club not sure what to expect, but here was a total stranger, pushing my dress up, lifting my legs into the air, and kissing my ankles. Wow.

"The stockings are so alluring," Daniel commented.

He kissed my calves. Then my thighs - on the inside above the stockings! My legs fell apart, hiding nothing. Daniel's tongue was licking my leg awfully close to my pussy.

I looked over at Amber and Ryan. His face was buried between her legs. She was pulling his head in deeper.

Daniel's tongue was playing between my pussy and my thighs. Both sides, back and forth. Oh God, please don't tease me like that, but my voice couldn't say the words.

Amber was bucking. Ryan had found her clit. Daniel was sucking on my pussy lips. "Oh Oh Oh," I finally heard myself exclaim as a tongue pushed between those lips. I grabbed his head, and just like Amber had, pulled him in. It's amazing how much of a guy's face can bury itself there. And his tongue! His tongue! It was licking the inside of my vagina. And his fingers? Squeezing the sides of the bump that was my clit.

"Oh, God, Ryan! Ryan! Fuck me. Fuck me now," Amber begged.

"Oh Yes Yes Yes. Fuck us both!" I exclaimed.

Shit. The boys had to tear open their condom packages and drag the latex on. Amber and I played anxiously with our clits. Then Daniel's cock was at my opening. Ryan pushed Amber's legs even farther apart as I watched his cock disappear. Daniel was inside me. Both men were shoving in and out. In and out. Both of us girls were convulsing up against the men.

I pushed Daniel off - I wanted this the good way - and got on my knees. He started to lick me again. "No, No, Fuck me, Fuck me," I insisted. His wonderful cock hit all the right places inside me, 'til I could tell he was filling his condom.

Amber hadn't turned over. I leaned across and started kissing her. Then I found her nipples to suck on. Ryan was still fucking her. I rubbed her clit as his shaft shoved in over and over next to my fingers. I think that was the first time he realized I was bisexual. When he was done, I crawled between her legs and pushed my fingers in. She bucked and bucked as I sucked on her clit. The ridges on the roof of her vagina told me she was totally aroused. A huge scream came out as her orgasm peaked.

Meanwhile, Ryan, without changing his condom, was fucking me. Somehow, he had managed to stay hard. Daniel watched with his organ hanging down til Ryan pulled away and moved back to Amber.

Then we all fell back on the bed exhausted. Daniel was lying on his back between my legs with his head on my belly. Ryan and Amber were lying on their sides, kissing.

Finally, the two swapped couples sat on each side of the bed, finishing the wine bottle.

"Did you like that?" Daniel asked.

"Oh my God, yes." Ryan and I replied in unison.

"Good things happen here," Daniel added, "But perhaps you two should wander around separately and explore the possibilities."

I wasn't so sure about that, but I assented. I straightened my cocktail dress and got my boobs back in place. I wandered further back into the common areas feeling very shy.

"You look lost," a tall slender blonde woman said as she approached me. She had on a sheer dress that highlighted her tiny nipples. I could see she shaved.

"Why don't you join us over here?" she suggested as she tugged me over to an empty sofa. The man she was apparently with followed a few steps behind.

Without asking whether I would like that, she started kissing me. Did I give out such strong bi vibrations? Our kisses broke when she moved to kiss my ear and my neck. I was already panting.

With two hands she pulled the top of my dress down and kissed and sucked my boobs. Her hand wandered up my legs and found my sex. The rubbing, rubbing, rubbing got my hips rocking up and down. I exhaled a loud sigh as two fingers entered me and her thumb pressed into my clit.

Oh, yes, she moved between my wide open legs and started sucking my pussy lips, her fingers still thrusting. I pulled my knees up to my chest as her tongue found my clit and my orgasm built.

Then, I realized the man had gotten closer. His cock was hard against my upturned leg.

"My husband," she said as she moved away. His cock was at my opening. I reached down to confirm there was a condom. Then he pushed into my welcoming insides. His hands squeezed my tits and he bent over to kiss me. Several minutes of his thrusts drove my orgasm to its crest. The woman was rubbing my pussy while he did me.

"Oh god, oh, oh, yes, oh, yes, yes," I exclaimed over and over.

Without even disengaging, he managed to turn me onto my side with my knees still pulled up. The woman was kneeling next to me and I managed to get one free hand into her sex. The fucking continued for more minutes until he exploded in his rubber - damn I missed feeling those juices inside.

As he dealt with the messy condom, I was able to give more attention to his wife. Oral and finger sex gave her the orgasm she wanted.

When we all collapsed, she offered, "I'm Emily. He's Charles."

"I'm Holly," I replied. "That was SO good! My friend Ryan is in the other room." We exchanged contact information. I gave her the secret email that I used with Ryan. But like so many cruise friendships, we've never got together after that night. "I need to find the ladies' room."

As I emerged from there, three or four men noticed me and surrounded me like yellow jackets at a bowl of honey.

"Oh my!" I exclaimed. A hand reached inside the top of my dress. Another came in from the other side. Suddenly, my tits were on fire from their fingers. The guy in front of me pulled the hem up exposing my sex. His hand grabbed my pussy. Two fingers pushed in. Despite everything that had happened already, my juices gushed. He finger fucked me with one hand as he manipulated a condom with the other. I had to help him roll it down. Then he was fucking me.

When he finished the second man came around. And the third. There was a bare cock in my mouth and it gave forth shortly.

If there was going to be any more of this, I was going to need one of those vials of KY. I found the bowl. With packet in hand, I wandered to the kitchen to see if there were any snacks. Instead, I found a half-finished bottle of wine somebody had left and poured a glass. Standing at the counter with my cup, I opened the packet. It squeezed out onto my fingers. I rubbed it between my lips and pushed some inside.

That's when I realized I was being watched. A tall man came up behind me and whispered, "I was watching you. You are a beautiful woman," which I took to mean, "Can we fuck?"

"You're Holly, aren't you?"

"Uh Huh"

I leaned over a table and let him have me. But I was too sore, even with the lube. I made him stop with a profound apology.

"Maybe you could use my rear," I finally offered. I felt him squeezing another vial of lube on my asshole and was pretty sure some was going on his condom. Then he slowly shoved his way in. I squeezed my sphincter as tight as I could, and, after a long series of groans and gasps, he filled his condom.

I was thinking maybe Ryan and I should go. I found him in the darkest common area. He was laying on a bed. One "girl" was sitting on his face. Another one was riding up and down on his condom-wrapped cock. I was behind her but could see his balls and the shaft disappearing inside her with every bounce. When that was over, the two girls climbed off.

"Did you enjoy our husbands?" one of them asked.

"How many husbands do you have," I quipped.

Ryan and I chatted in the car afterward.

"I was having fun, but now I'm feeling awful about what I did," I told him. "I just can't believe it. I'm not like that."

"Yeah. Me too, really," he replied.

We agreed we would never go back.