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I arrived at the swingers' club around 10:00 PM, the dim lights and pulsing bass from the main lounge setting the perfect backdrop for the night's possibilities. I'd come alone this time, nursing a mix of anticipation and nerves, wandering through the crowded rooms where couples and groups mingled in various states of undress and flirtation. That's when I spotted Kat and her husband, Mark, lounging near the bar. Kat looked stunning as always—her short black dress hugging her voluptuous curves, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, and that mischievous smile that always hinted at hidden desires.

"Hey, you two," I said, approaching with a casual grin. "Fancy a game of pool? Like last time?"

Kat's eyes lit up, and she glanced at Mark, who nodded with an easy smile. "Sure," she replied, her voice laced with that sultry tone I remembered. "But remember, I'm not very good."

"Don't worry," I said, racking up the balls on the green felt table in the game room. "I'll give you some pointers."

She insisted on playing one-on-one, and I broke first, sinking one ball right away. I followed up with two more, running the table smoothly, but I could see the frustration creasing her brow. On my next shot, I missed on purpose—nothing too obvious, just enough to give her a turn.

Her easy shot was in the corner pocket, but she had to lean far across the table to reach it. As she stretched, her dress rode up just enough for me to catch a glimpse of what lay beneath: opaque navy blue crotchless tights, with silky satin underwear peeking out, teasing the eye. My pulse quickened at the sight—exactly the kind of allure I'd fantasized about. She took her shot and whiffed it completely, her front hand lifting awkwardly as the cue skimmed the air.

"Let's do that over," I suggested, stepping closer. "Mind if I guide you? Show you how to hit it right?"

"Of course," she said, her cheeks flushing slightly as she resumed her stance.

I moved in behind her, my body pressing against hers—shoulders aligning, my arms reaching around to steady her hands on the cue. My cock was already stirring from the view, half-hard and impossible to ignore as it brushed against her thigh. She let out a soft, flirty sigh, confirming she felt it too. I lined her up perfectly, my breath warm on her neck, and together we struck the ball. It sank with a satisfying clack.

"Yes!" she exclaimed, spinning around to throw her arms around me in a big hug. Her body molded against mine, soft and inviting, and my heart pounded. Was this interest, or just friendly excitement? I wasn't sure yet, but the electricity was undeniable.

For her next shot, she asked to use the same method, and I happily obliged. This time, my erection was full and straining against my khakis as I pressed into her again. After the ball dropped in, she reached back casually, the back of her hand gliding over my hardness. "I thought so," she murmured with a wicked grin. "I'm impressed with your game."

The double entendre hung in the air, thick with promise. We finished the game, and I let her win—barely holding back to make it believable. In her triumph, she hugged me tightly, her curves pressing into me, every inch of her body sending sparks through my veins.

She whispered something to Mark, who smiled broadly, his eyes gleaming with approval. Then, turning to me, she said, "How about we head to one of the private side rooms? To talk a little more... intimately."

My cock throbbed at the suggestion as she grabbed my hand, leading me through the club with Mark following close behind. The room was cozy—dimly lit with plush couches, mirrors on the walls, and a faint scent of jasmine in the air. She pulled me close, her face inches from mine, her breath mingling with my own as the conversation turned hushed and heated.

She glanced at Mark, who nodded encouragingly—they'd clearly discussed this. "Here goes nothing," she said aloud, before leaning in and capturing my lips in a deep, tongue-filled kiss. It was hungry, passionate, as if she'd been holding back for ages. Her tongue danced with mine, exploring, tasting, while her hand slid down to rub my hard-on through my pants. The friction was exquisite, making me groan into her mouth.

Mark watched from the side, his intensity palpable, one hand absently stroking the bulge in his jeans. I couldn't resist any longer—my fingers grazed under her skirt, brushing the front of her satin underwear. Heat radiated from her, and the moisture soaking through told me everything: she was as aroused as I was, her body responding with genuine desire.

She broke the kiss just long enough to ask Mark, "Do you mind?" Her voice was breathy, laced with need.

He chuckled, shifting to show the clear outline of his own erection straining against his denim. "Does it look like I mind?"

The air in the private room was thick with anticipation, our bodies already humming from the heated kiss and wandering hands. Kat's eyes sparkled with mischief as she pushed me back onto the plush couch, her dress still hiked up around her thighs, those navy blue crotchless tights framing her like an invitation. Mark watched from his chair, his cock in hand, stroking slowly as if savoring every second.

Prior to diving into the main act, Kat climbed up, straddling my chest and sliding her soaked pussy over my hardness, teasing me with the heat radiating through her satin panties. She kept going, inching forward until her drenched core hovered just above my mouth. I knew exactly what she wanted—what she needed. I leaned in, pressing my tongue against the fabric, tasting her sweetness through the thin barrier. She flinched in pleasure, a sharp gasp escaping her lips, her hips bucking involuntarily.

I gave her about 15 seconds of that torturous tease, lapping at the damp material until she was whimpering. Then, with a gentle push, I shifted her panties to the side, exposing her fully. My mouth closed over her clit, sucking and swirling with expert precision. She immediately started shaking, the built-up anticipation pushing her to the edge. Her body trembled above me, thighs clenching around my head.

She stood up briefly over my face, peeling off her wet underwear over her stockings and tossing them playfully at Mark. He caught them with a grin, bringing them to his mouth for a quick taste before sliding the slick fabric over his hard cock, using it to stroke himself. Kat lowered herself back down, this time with purpose. I was damn good at oral, and she knew it—her moans grew louder as she started grinding up and down on my tongue and face. The pace quickened, her juices coating my chin, her rhythm turning frantic as she shuddered in ecstasy. A full-blown orgasm ripped through her, her body convulsing without missing a beat, until she gave one last push against my mouth about 25 seconds later, collapsing forward with a satisfied cry.

Mark's eyes were wide; he hadn't seen her like this since they were dating decades ago. He gripped himself tighter, fighting not to cum right then and there. Kat, still catching her breath, wanted more—the main event. She slid down my body, her voice husky as she asked, "Did you bring a condom?"

I pulled three different brands from my pocket, holding them up with a smirk. "Pick one."

"Which one's closest to the real thing?" she purred, her hands still trembling from her release.

I handed her the one marked Bareskin. She tore it open but passed it back. "You put it on—my hands are shaking."

The second I rolled it down over my impressively hard cock, she positioned herself and slid onto me in one fluid motion. She ground against my stomach, sliding from tip to base, letting her clit rub against me for her own pleasure. The sensation was electric, her walls gripping me tightly. Mark was over the moon, his strokes matching our rhythm—he'd been dreaming of this for months, maybe years.

Kat's face flushed, her breaths coming in ragged gasps; she was so into it, I worried she might pass out. In one swift move, I flipped her over onto her back, entering her missionary style as she threw her stockinged legs over my shoulders. I pumped deep at times, shallow the next, varying the pace to keep her on the edge. We were really going at it, bodies slapping together in a frenzy. The condom desensitized me just enough to last, but she never let up, soaking it all in—literally, her arousal drenching us both.

All of a sudden, the sex shifted—got noticeably better, more intimate and erotic. We both felt it; the strokes deepened, turning sensual and profound. It felt so damn good. I thrust as deep as I could, an intense orgasm crashing over me like I hadn't experienced in years. I wondered how much I'd just released, wishing I'd pulled out and ripped off the condom to spill across her stomach, but I stayed buried inside, our bodies slick with sweat, breaths heaving.

We stayed motionless for a minute or two, savoring the afterglow, until I slowly pulled out, still not completely soft. "Wow, that was amazing," I thought, but as my cock slipped free, I noticed it immediately—the condom had broken. No wonder it had felt so friggin' good all of a sudden. Concern flooded me; safe sex was one of her commandments. I'd just unloaded a massive amount deep inside her.

She saw the look on my face and sensed something was wrong. Glancing down, she thought maybe it was blood from our hardcore session. "Take a look," I said softly.

She blushed as she saw the torn latex. I assured her quickly, "I'm clean—just got tested recently. No worries about diseases."

She smiled reassuringly. "And you don't have to worry either. I haven't had a period in almost a decade."

Then we both remembered Mark. He was staring, fully aware of what had happened. I braced for anger, but Kat wasn't concerned—she knew this was exactly what he'd always wanted. He grinned wickedly. "There's only one thing to do in this situation," he said, dropping to his knees and throwing her legs over his shoulders.

My eyes widened as he dove in, eating her out with fervor—lapping up every last drop of the cum I'd deposited inside her. It cranked the excitement up for all of us. I'd only experienced this with one other couple, but here it felt even more intense. Mark licked and sucked for 7-8 minutes, Kat convulsing again in pleasure, her moans mixing with the sight of her husband enjoying himself so thoroughly. He came up with a huge smile, and we high-fived like we'd just won the championship.

We hung out for a while after, talking and laughing, the room still buzzing with energy. Eventually, we decided to leave together, stepping out into the brisk autumn night. There was nothing left for us to do there—at least not this time around. But from the lingering glances and promises of "next time," I knew this was far from over.

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