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(Based on a true story)
By Lance Barret
Terry stole a look at his wife as he drove. With her long straight black hair, bright red fingernails and black lipstick, she was the epitome of everything he desired in a woman. Her gothic appearance alone was sufficient to stoke his desire. All his life Terry had sought a woman like her. The look she sported bespoke danger and mystery. It was, as he had told her, a visual tease, a look that said, I might be a vampire. You cant really be sure. Nicholes attire completed the package and sealed the visual appeal. Comprised of a short leather studded mini skirt, black leather boots with heels that laced up the back and fishnet stockings that extended to the thighs, Terry thought the outfit was perfect. A bodice of leather with lace trimmings that pushed her breast together into deep cleavage completed the outfit. The studded wristlet she wore on one arm and the lace gauntlet she wore on the other were to prefect accessories to top of the whole ensemble. The leather collar with dangling silver chains around her neck only served to accent the visual appeal.
Nichole flipped the visor of the car down to access the vanity mirror. For the third time since they had left the house she checked her heavy makeup with its dark eyeliner extending to the corner of each eye in a sharp point. She turned to Terry.
Which club are we going to again? she asked.
The Bacchus Club, he replied.
You dont think this is too much for that club, do you? she asked.
Terry smiled. I think its perfect.
Nichole checked her makeup in the mirror once more. She brushed at her bodice absently.
Tonight Im not Nichole or Niki, she said. If anyone asks my name is Delilah.
OK, said Terry.
And Im not your wife either, she added.
So what are you? he asked.
Nichole shrugged. I dont know, your mistress, your friend, whatever you want me to be other than your wife. Use your imagination.
Terry laughed softly.
However you want to play it honey, he said.
The Bacchus Club was an upscale swingers club in the heart of downtown. It was frequented by a very classy well to do crowd. Almost everyone was well dressed. Designer shoes and sexy dresses, tailored suits and expensive jewelry were the rule. The parking lot was a conclave of Mercedes Benz, BMW, Jaguars and Lexus. A few among the crowd didnt get it. There were some jeans and sandals evident but they certainly were the exception for this particular establishment as were the pickup trucks and Toyotas that sat amid the sea of expensive automobiles. Terry fit in just fine with his slacks and sports coat with a button down shirt but Nichole turned a few heads as she entered. There was some subtle whispers exchanged and Terry couldnt help smiling as one tall blonde punched her husbands arm as his eyes lingered on Nichole as she walked past a bit too long for her liking.
The club occupied three stories of the building. The ground floor was taken up by the night club and bar. The second floor was divided into a number of private and group play rooms. The basement comprised a dungeon play area for those so inclined. Nichole and Terry waded through the crowd to the bar and ordered drinks to kindle their confidence or dull their caution. Three shots of straight Tequila later and any nervousness lingering in Nichole was supplanted by a free spirit caught up in the wild abandon of the atmosphere. Terry was glad to see that. It was an unspoken rule of attending such clubs that it was always best to let the ladies lead. Most couples who were into the lifestyle would tell you if you failed to follow this rule sooner or later things would not end well.
In no time Nichole was swept up amid the crowd on the dance floor bouncing and gyrating to the pounding music that permeated the place. Terry, never much of a dancer, watched her, drink in hand his expectations for the evening soaring. The same experienced swingers who would tell you about the unspoken rule would also tell you that you could usually gauge the success or failure of an evenings endeavors on the behaviors of the woman and how she interacted with others in the environment. Shyness and timidity could rarely be overcome with intoxicants alone. If the woman, or the man for that matter, werent feeling the vibe or really into it, they usually forfeited much of a chance at finding another couple to share with sexually. If that were true then Terry decided things were off to a good start.
Terry chatted up and made small talk with a few couples while Nichole shook her ass to the music. Nothing came of any of the exchanges. Finally a couple approached him and struck up a conversation. The woman wore an off the shoulder silver dress that was almost too short. Her makeup and the dim lighting only just hid the lines on her face. Her companion was a bit pudgy with a gray beard and just beginning to bald on top. The usual openers were exchanged. So, where are you from? Is this your first time here? What do you do? Terry fielded the questions politely. He felt no chemistry between himself and the woman. Still wasnt unattractive for her age, for a blonde anyway, and she was the first one that night to show any interest. He glanced across the dance floor and saw Nichole kissing a pretty, young woman. She looked up and smiled at him.
Is that your wife? asked the woman who had approached him.
Terry almost replied affirmatively but remembered Nicholes admonishment on the drive in.
No, he lied, a friend.
Shes so exotic looking, the man put in, his voice almost brimming with anticipation.
Nichole disengaged from the woman she had been kissing and drifted over to Terry. As soon as she approached the older blonde woman extended a hand and introduced herself as Sheena. Her husband Charles offered his hand as well. Nichole gave her name as Delilah and Sheena remarked that it suited her. Nichole pressed closely into Terry and placed a hand on his arm. She crossed her fingers and tapped them against his arm. Terry knew well what the silent signal indicated. Nichole and he had long established their signal system to allow them to communicate non verbally their level of interest in others. Crossed fingers signified a complete lack of interest in a particular couple or individual. It had always been their practice that in the absence of mutual interest they would not engage another couple sexually. Terry had no problems with that and he allowed Nichole to lead him away on to the dance floor, glad for the excuse to gracefully disengage from the couple.
As the night wore on Nichole continued to work the throng energetically, driven on by continued alcohol consumption. Terry had only rarely seen her in such form seemingly putting it out there with nearly reckless abandon. For his part he lapped it up, feeding off her energy and doing his best to give back in full measure. After dancing, grinding and grab assing with a group of women that Nichole was attracting for a while Terry needed a break. Sweating, his heart racing and his cock engorged from the attention, Terry made his way to the bar, doffing his jacket has he went. He ordered water and downed it eagerly.
Another man came up beside him. She wearing you out? the guy asked.
Terry nodded and smiled beckoning the bartender and asking for another drink.
She is hot, the man opined.
Thanks, Terry said.
Im Tom, said the guy trusting his hand out.
Terry shook it and introduced himself in turn.
Tom pointed his wife out, an attractive petite brunette, who was dancing with Nichole now. Tom gave her name as Michelle. Terry couldnt help noticing Michelles dress was pulled down exposing her small breasts. He smiled watching as Nichole pressed her face into the other womans chest and licked playfully at the exposed nipples. Michelle reached out and groped beneath Nicholes skirt.
Looks like theyve already met, Terry commented.
From across the dance floor Michelle motioned for Tom to come to her and he complied without hesitation. Tom pressed up against Nichole and sandwiched her between them, momentarily blocking her from Terrys line of sight. Terry downed his water and waded back amid the mass of shifting bodies. Nichole found him and coaxed him to press against Michelle. Michelle pressed her tight little ass into him making his cock rise anew. The quartet pushed their bodies together and followed the beat their moments sensual as if already engaged in intercourse through their clothing right on the dance floor. Not long after the crowd slowly began to thin as people coupled up and drifted off to find play areas.
Some whispered word passed between Nichole and Michelle and arm in arm they moved to exit the dance floor, indicating their men to follow. Terry took notice of the fact that they headed in the direction of the stairs that led to the basement dungeon play room. At the apex of the stairs Michelle paused to reach down and take off her heels. Terry watched. He had always been turned on by barefoot women. It wasnt a foot fetish thing per se but there to him there was something alluring about it he couldnt really explain. At home he often asked Nichole to go around barefoot but she complained about cold feet a lot so she usually wasnt able to play to his desires as he would have wanted. He watched Michelle descend the stairs, his eyes falling to her feet almost unconsciously.
The dungeon play area of the Bacchus club was quite well laid out. Dimly lit by strategically ensconced electric candles, the floor was dark tile and the walls were painted as if made of stone .Dark fabric was dr*ped at the ceiling to enhance the atmosphere and to further mute and diffuse the recessed lighting that shown down. The dungeon was taken up by the usual assortment of props found in most such play areas. Wooden crosses with leather bindings, a couple of barred cages, a pretend rack and walls that held the bondage instruments required for such extreme role play. Vinyl covered benches were situated around the room to provide seating for voyeurs and a group play room branched off via an arched entrance way. Smoke generators were set in various places occasionally puffing just enough fake smoke into the area to give it the appropriate creepy feel.
Terry and Nichole had frequented the club only a few times previously, not nearly enough to be considered regulars. They had never been inclined to use the dungeon before. A minor sense of apprehension flooded through Terry. Maybe it was the alcohol and exertion but for a minute Terry actually became concerned Nichole might be taking their game too far. Finally he pushed the hesitation from his mind. He had asked for this, prodded her into it. He trusted Nichole; she knew his limits and would never do anything to cause him distress. The pair of women led their male companions into the play area. Surprisingly for the time of night it was largely empty. A trio of couples occupied on bench along the wall. The three women of the group appeared to be engaged in conversation. The males were obviously doing the tentative touching that was common in such situations. Testing the water as it were, hoping to be encouraged to further push the boundaries.
One thing disturbed Terry as the group made its way into the area. A couple was engaged in BDSM play using the rack. A man was strapped face down, hands and feet bound by leather straps. To refer to the woman as corpulent was a gross understatement. Folds of flesh literally cascaded over the leather bodice she had somehow managed to stuff her mammoth breasts into. Both of the participants had to be, by Terrys estimation, in their late sixties or early seventies. Any attempts to push back the steady creep of age, they had obviously both given up on long ago. The woman stood over the retained man mercilessly wielding a leather wrapped crop. The mans bare ass was crisscrossed with welts, some seeping blood. Each crack of the instrument echoed in the confines of the room. The entirety of the scene made Terry shudder.
Without warning Nichole disengaged from Michelle and intercepted Terry in mid stride. She fixed her gaze on him.
Tonight we are going to try something new, she announced.
Before he could protest she pushed Terry back in the direction of one of the X shaped crosses bolted to the wall. Michelle and Tom watched. Terry was surprised by the actual amount of force Nichole exerted. He fell back against the cross, the impact rattling the chains that held the bindings. Nichole leaned in and whispered in his ear.
You wanted this tonight, she said. This is the person you asked for. This was the game you wanted to play. I want you to get the full experience.
Now strip! she then said loudly, turning and smiling to Michelle.
Terrys felt an immediate rush of blood to his manhood. He loved it when Nichole was forceful with him. She didnt do it often enough, even when he encouraged her at home, but when she did it filled him with lust. Despite his sudden surge of excitement Terry felt just a bit awkward to be made to undress while another couple stared intently at him. Being naked around others was no big deal. He and Nichole did that regularly, but this was different. All that aside, he did as commanded and slipped out of his clothes letting then fall to the floor. In another uncharacteristic move Nichole placed her foot amid the discarded garments and scattered the across the room out of reach.
Completely naked now and feeling a slight venerability, Terry was again shoved against the cross by Nichole. She worked quickly to bind him in place being sure he was secure. The restraints were carefully padded to avoid biting into Terrys flesh but she made sure they were sufficiently tight to prevent his slipping free of them. Satisfied she stepped back eyeing his semi erect cock. With a smile that was nearly a cruel sneer, she slapped the tip of it a bit harder that playfully then moved closer to Michelle and Tom.
Nichole began to kiss on the couple. Tongues entwining, lips and face darting back and forth alternating between female and male, Nichole seemed oblivious to all but new friends. After a full minute of this passionate making out she turned to stare at Terry. The lighting, the dark makeup and the black hair enhanced the gaze she cast over him to the point he imagined it became seductively evil. Terry was immediately equal parts aroused and disturbed in the same moment. The feeling was strange but not completely unexciting; a veritable paradox of emotional overload that made the instant one his mind would capture and never forget.
Nichole turned away from Terry and focused on Tom. She pushed him back onto one of the vinyl covered bench seats facing the restrained Terry, squatted down, and began to unbutton his pants. Michelle watched intently, her eyes constantly going from Nichole and Tom to Terry. Nichole extracted Toms cock from his pants and stroked it gently. As she did so Michelle stripped off her dress leaving herself wearing nothing save a red thong. She reached inside her panties and began to play with herself watching Nichole and Tom. Nichole stood over Tom and began to take off her clothes for him. As she did she cut her head back to Terry to watch his reaction. For Terrys part he started longingly at his wife as she stripped. He loved to watch her undress it was another of his weird fetishes. She took everything off but the stockings and high heeled boots then leaned over with her ass in the air facing Terry as she began to suck Toms cock.
Michelle crawled across the bench pushing her way in and joining Nichole in oral pleasuring Tom. Terry heard his involuntary moans and saw Toms head rolling back as the duo went to work on him. This went on entirely too long as far as Terry was concerned. Held there unable to do naught but act as an involuntary voyeur he was surprised at the pangs of jealousy that began to well up inside him. He and Nichole had long overcome that particular hurdle to swinging, or so he believed. Terry began to squirm uncomfortably in his restraints. Nichole could hear the chains rattling and turned her head to smile at him. Terry thought maybe she was done with this teasing she was subjecting him to but far from it.
With a flourish Nichole spun around and slung her legs over Toms facing Terry who was nearly wide eyed at what was happening she hovered her well groomed pussy over Toms cock and stroked it a second before plunging it deeply inside her in one quick motion. Holding her black hair back with one hand and using the other to keep her tits from bouncing Nichole rode Toms cock, grinding it deeper and deeper into her slowly and deliberately. Terry could see the other mans member vanishing inside his wifes pussy and it filled him with unease. Despite that he began to get hard watching the spectacle. Nichole was and always had been a very energetic and vocal sexual partner. One had no doubt if she was being pleased when she fucked. Unlike many women he had known who were quick to fake pleasure, Nicholes was genuine and soon her cries filled the room as she drove Toms cock home with abandon.
Nicholes screams increased in pitch and intensity. They grew shorter more rapid and Terry knew what that heralded. He heard he cry out in ecstasy and cease to bounce her body on Tom. She pressed him deeply inside her and from her pussy gushed a stream of female ejaculate that ran down the vinyl coverings and dripped on the floor. Still perched on Toms cock she laughed aloud and turned her head to him to check his reaction. Not all women were squirters and not all men had ever encountered one. Over the years reactions to Nicholes ability to soak the sheets had solicited a number of reactions from various men ranging from thinly veiled distaste to overjoyed surprise. Tom seemed to be okay with it and as soon as the waves of organismic bliss abated she put her hands on his knees and went right back to fucking him.
Michelle disentangled from them and sashayed over to where Terry was tied. She fixed a look on him that was equal parts sensual and mischievous. She placed a finger on Terry lips and traced a line down to the tip of his erect cock. Turning she bent over and slid the crimson thong down her legs and cast it aside with a sweep of her foot. She pressed her bare ass against Terrys cock that by now was ready to rip off his body. Grinding her ass into him she back up pushing his cock tightly between them. With suddenness the surprised Terry she dropped away from him and took his cock into her mouth. She was very adept at oral stimulation that was immediately apparent.
Michelle worked Terrys cock and he felt the building orgasm. Well versed in reading sexual partners Michelle didnt need to be warned of his impending and now unstoppable ejaculation. Terry glanced once more at Nichole as she rode Tom and he could not have stopped his cum if he wanted to. As for Michelle she pulled his cock from her mouth and pointed just to the left of her head. Terrys cum exploded in four powerful spurts as she encouraged it with her hands. The flying semen splattered on the tiled floor and Terry slumped in his restraints. Across from him Tom also reached climax and Nichole jerked his cock out of her letting his cum splash over her public hair and tummy. Tom moaned and slumped on the bench and Nichole extricated herself from him. She crossed the room pausing a second to note Terrys cum on the floor. She began to unfasten him from the cross.
Whatever issues had bubbled up inside Terry over the scene that had just played out was gone, washed away by the power of his climax. He leaned into her and whispered.
That was amazing, he told her. I cant wait to get you home.
Who says Im ready to go home? she retorted. Were not through. This partys just getting started.
Terry looked around. A small crowd had gathered during their escapade drawn by the intensity of Nicholes cries of delight during her session with Tom. Michelle disappeared for a bit but returned bearing water for the rest. Nichole, who was sweating like mad, eagerly downed it. Among the newcomers to the area were some friends of Michelle and Tom. Introductions were exchanged and two more couples joined the group. Terry was introduced to the men but almost immediately forgot their names, his mind still somewhat recovering from the oxytocin rush of the climax he had experienced. He checked out the women. Both were blonde but sported different shades. One, introduced as Sherry, had hair with a lot of body in it. It reminded Terry of a lions mane. The other who was leaner and sported straighter hair was Pam. At a glance Terry could tell Pam had breast implants and had also undergone some sort of lip enhancement procedure. Neither woman was really his type but he engaged them in conversation urged on by Michelle. As for Nichole she sat in the middle of the three males eagerly chatting and laughing, still naked as if such was the most natural state in which to carry on dialog with people. It did not go unnoticed by Terry that the hands of the two men who had joined their group explored Nicholes body eagerly.
Conversation between Terry and the women lagged and he soon became a passive participant as Pam, Sherry and Michelle carried on. He looked over to Nichole ready to signal her to disengage but she was now sitting legs spread allowing Tom and one of the other men to probe her readily. She was kissing the third one and seemed all but oblivious to Terry. For a moment Terry considered going over there and whispering in her ear but he restrained himself. Nichole wasnt always as outgoing as she seemed to be tonight. He enjoyed her being that way and was reluctant to do anything to break the spell she was under. After a few minutes Nichole bounded up from where she was.
OK, were going to a private room, she announced.
She gathered up her clothes and like three ducklings the men followed her. She paused in front of Terry.
Get your clothes. Were going to a private room, she reiterated.
Pam looked up a bit surprised. Sherrys male companion stopped and whisper to her. Pam shrugged seeking her husbands gaze but found him trailing behind Nichole as if he was mesmerized by the gothic looking woman. She shrugged.
So, I guess were going to a private room, she said.
Terry looked at his watch as they all followed Nichole. It had gotten much later than he had thought. He was amazed that at this hour there were private rooms open. Nevertheless there were not one but three. Nichole chose one with an adjoining room separated by a glass partition. The connected room was occupied and the curtains open. On the other side of the glass two couples lay, the females face to face in the middle, their men behind each on opposite sides. They seemed engrossed in a post sex verbal exchange and took no notice of the small group that entered on the other side. Once inside Sherry closed the door. Nichole immediately drew the three men to her. She dropped to her knees and began oral sex on the trio, moving from one to the other in rapid succession. Terry feeling left out tried to push his way in offering his flaccid member to Nichole. She stopped and looked up at him.
Youve got your own to play with, she said sharply before going back to her multiple cocks.
Terry felt rather dejected. Michelle still seemed interested in him because she began to fondle his cock. As for the other two women, Sherry seemed a bit too reserved almost nervous, and she sat back against the wall. Pam for her part stood watching the show with Nichole and the three guys. She obviously was troubled by it, to judge by her expression but she vocalized nothing. Terry could recognize it though and it made him feel strangely embarrassed. Despite the fact that Michelle eagerly encouraged him, Terry found himself overly distracted by the entire situation. He tried to push it from his mind and engage Michelle in mutual attention giving. He let Michelle play with him and she coaxed Sherry to join in. The blonde woman with the thick hair tentatively touched Terrys cock and soon he was receiving dual oral sex from both women. Sherry was still dressed and Terry fondled her breast through her clothes. He leaned in close to her finding his courage.
Can you strip for me while she sucks it? he asked.
Sherry replied she would and slid off the bed. Michelle took Terry deeply in her throat without any gagging and seemed completely ready to play to his fetish. Sherry began by pulling her shirt over her head. She wore a padded bra designed to enhance her tits visually. She reached behind and unhooked it letting it fall to the floor. It was immediately apparent why she chose to wear such a thing. Beneath it her breasts were tiny. Seeing this only aroused Terry as he thought the unique naturalness of each woman was what made the swinging experience so enjoyable. He often said if everyone looked the same there would be no fun in it.
Sherry wore jeans and heels. She reached down and slipped her shoes off then finally pulled her jeans down. She shaved her pussy. Terry preferred some public hair but this little thing did not dampen his enjoyment. Having taken off her clothes for him Sherry seemed to gather her spirit and she pressed close to Terry offering him her small breasts. Terry eagerly began to suckle her nipples and she giggled in response. Terry paused and looked at her.
Sorry, I just do that, she said.
Inwardly Terry shrugged and went back to her breasts. Nichole continued to perform oral on the three men. When she had done enough she held her hands out and they pulled her to her feet. She crawled on to the bed waving a finger to beckon then to follow. On her hands and knees Nichole spread her ass with one hand. One of the men produced a lube packet from somewhere and began to pass it back and forth between them.
Nichole looked back over her shoulder. Lots of lube if you are going to do this, she said.
That caught Terrys attention. Nichole had never been much for anal sex but whatever had possessed her had seemed to chase away all her inhibitions. One by one Tom and the others began to fuck Nichole, first vaginally then Tom pressed his cock into her ass carefully. Nichole yelped slightly then she bit her lip as he slowly dilated her and pressed deeper into her anal cavity. After he had fucked her for a minute he withdrew and the others tried their cocks in her ass. Each one got easier for her and in no time she was accepting them all as each took a turn. The constant shifting of sensations was such a unique feeling that she reached climax again. With a loud cry of pleasure she squirted down her legs. Pam saw this and balked, giving her husband a look that spoke volumes without a word.
Next to Nicholes anal antics, the two women who had previously been pleasuring Terry were now more interested in each other. Michelle lay across Terrys lap, legs spread while Sherry buried her face in Michelles pussy. Terry continued to fondle her breasts but the women had apparently lost all interest in him. The sounds of Nicholes cries drew his attention. What he saw he was a sight to behold. Tom and one of the other men were now engaged in double penetration of her anally. Never in all their time together or swinging had Terry seen Nichole being fucked so hard and at such a level of hardcore intesity. She writhed and clawed at the bed upon which she was perched. The more she yelled the more it seemed to spur the men on. She found Terrys arm and squeezed it digging her nails into his flesh. Then she felt the warm gush of cum fill her as both men ejaculated inside her ass. Still clutching tightly to her husband Nichole screamed and finally collapsed face down on the bed. Both men did likewise and the resultant jumble of naked bodies lay there having used up most of the air in the room. Terry glanced over to the glass partition. The two couples there were pressed against it staring at the intense sexual activity taking place just on the other side. Panting with exertion Nichole raised her head and found Terry. She offered a weak smile.
Is this what you wanted? she asked him quietly.
Back in their car Nichole doffed the black wig she had been wearing. Her natural red hair beneath was a matted disarray from the sweating she had done. She flipped down the vanity mirror and tussled her hair as if she could improve it by doing so. She turned to Terry.
So did you enjoy that? she asked.
Most of it, Terry replied.
You wanted goth. I gave you goth, she said.
Nichole clicked the interior light of the passenger compartment on, pulled some wet wipes out of her purse and began to wipe the now smeared and streaked heavy eyeliner she had worn from her face.
Still I think I did a pretty good job of it, she said.
It was different, he said. I did enjoy the look.
So what are we going to try next week, she asked.
How about classy executive, Terry responded.
Nichole pulled her regular glasses out of her purse and slid them on.
Wheres the fun in that? she asked I do that one every day.
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