AdultMatchMaker
AdultMatchMaker
Swingers Paradise
"When you get dressed this evening, make sure you do not have underwear on" Martin says quietly in response to her beginning to get dressed for the evening. "Of course, what ever you wish," she smiles. She slides on black thigh highs and then decides to question him a little on why a lack of underwear is important for this particular evening. "Because I think it will be fun for us to try out the bar you found on the internet a couple of weeks ago. I think we will take a cab there after dinner." "Ahhhh, all right" Thinking about the bar she had emailed him a hyperlink to, she looks over the clothes in the closet deciding what to wear."The Swingers' Inn" promised paradise. Everything was permissible; nothing was taboo. Playing with others was something they had talked about but had yet to try out in any fashion. She felt a tiny shiver (Apprehension? Excitement?) as she continued to dress for their evening. She wondered what it would be like to be taken by a nameless man; if he would enjoy watching her being fucked by a stranger. And at the same time she wondered if she would find the actual experience as exciting as she found their conversations on the topic.
Finally appearing in a black skirt and red blouse, he smiles his pleasure at her outfit. They go to a very nice restaurant and settle in for a long, comfortable meal. The destination after dinner is never mentioned. As a matter of fact, neither party broaches the topic of sex all through the relaxed, easy conversation. The wine is excellent, the food even better. It is only as they are sipping cognac, smoking leisurely, that the subject is mentioned again. "Are you about ready, sweetie?" He asks.
As he pays the check and helps her on with her jacket, her mind flashes a thousand different images of what could possibly happen there. She is a little nervous, but at the same time she feels anticipation, as she feels herself get a little wet at the idea. They climb into a cab that seems to be waiting especially for them. She hands him the address that she had gotten off the website. They continue chatting normally as they watch the city slide by from behind the windows of the cab. Nothing is the slightest bit abnormal about the scene except she truly appreciates him reaching for her hand as they ride through the night.
The cab stops at a neighborhood that is almost incongruous with housing a swingers' nightclub. They get out and approach the address. Once they are in the bar, it suddenly seems quite apt. Everything is dark and silly mood music is playing loudly. Low tables with u-shaped booths hug the walls. At first glance the bar seems deserted, but after their eyes acclimate to the dim illumination, they see that although it is far from operating at maximum capacity, there are probably 20 other people there. Thinking that this was a much calmer place than she had imagined it to be, she follows Martin to a table against the far wall toward the middle of the medium sized room. In only the time it takes them to light another cigarette, a waiter approaches them for their drink. As usual, he orders bourbon for himself and white wine for her. As they are sipping their drinks and chatting her eyes roam around the room. "So what do you think so far?" he asks.
"I don't know I fee..." her words die off as her eyes grow huge and her jaw drops as a woman strolls casually past them, naked except for a pair of spike heels. Staring at the woman, she remembers all of a sudden what this place is about. Blushing slightly, she grins at him sheepishly amd says " I don't know."
She grows thoughtful and quiet, smoking, and watching the room. He nudges her to look at the table behind them. She casually turns her head and is staring at two men getting it on with the spike heeled naked lady. "Wow" she says. She shifts back around and is pretending to be casual, trying to just watch the room when she notices the handsome young man in a dark suit that has joined the fringes of their little party, albeit at the other end of the curvy booth. About the third time she glances over at him with no small amount of interest, Martin finally says quietly to her "You should go over and talk to him."
Glancing up into his eyes for a second, she sees that he is serious. Setting down her drink, she stands up and slides over Martin so she is sitting on the other side of him closer to "Cutiepie" as she is now calling him to herself. As she gets comfortable again, she leans over a little bit so that Cutiepie will have no doubts she is talking to him. "This place is wild, isn't it?"
Cutiepie needs no second invitation. Sliding right over towards them, he picks up her thread of conversation as though he had wanted nothing better all night but to chat with them. "Yes, it is great"
As the conversation rolls along, she is constantly glancing over at him, wondering first about him personally, then about any man in the bar. Through it all, her hand never leaves Martin's thigh. Cutiepie must have noticed that right away because she has several times noticed his eyes glancing down at her hand. She instinctively knows when Cutiepie decides to move in for the kill. Grinning at his "So have you ever been to a place like this before?" She smiles at Martin and says "No, actually I haven't."
As his hand lands softly on her knee, she thinks about this for just a second before she lifts his hand away. "I'm sorry but you are not allowed to do that without permission." Cutiepie doesn't seem the least bit perturbed. He smiles at them both, and says, "Do you have much interest in places such as these?" She and Martin look at each other and laugh as she comes back with "We're here, aren't we?" Since he had not said much of anything through this whole little exchange, she was not expecting Martin to grab the hem of her skirt and pull it above her waist, adding "And we're not wearing underwear"
Time stops for a moment as a draft she wasn't aware of hits her naked cunt. Cutiepies' eyes grow large as she sees him staring at her. Glancing over at Martin, he smiles reassuringly at her. Feeling comfortable with the situation, she quietly waits to see what will happen next. Suddenly all of Cutiepies' conversation is directed toward Martin, even though he can't seem to drag his eyes away from her pussy. "Look at it. Its' shaved" is the best he can come up with. "Yes it is. Isn't it wonderful?" Martin says proudly.
"Yes it is. May I touch?" At Martin's nod of assent, Cutiepie slides a finger over and into her pussy. As she feels his thumb rubbing gently at her clit, she feels his fingers sliding into her pussy. At first the sensation is slightly bizarre to her, but then she gradually notices that several other men have come over to watch. Feeling the strange eyes on her, coupled with the sensation of strange fingers fondling her, she gets more turned on. As she contemplates how cool this feeling really is, she feels herself getting wet. Glancing up once more before giving into the sensations, she sees Martin watching her smiling. As she feels him stroking her hair, she leans back against him, opening her legs for Cutiepie and his well placed thumb. Stroking and pressing with just the right amount of pressure, she cums quickly, moaning softly.
Hearing Martin's voice brings her back to reality. "You know, this man has been very nice to you. You really ought to be nice to him as well." Hearing that, she sits up and asks Cutiepie if he has a condom. Predictably he does and he asks her if she would enjoy putting it on him. Still feeling rather lethargic, she declines politely, watching him to make sure the condom goes on to his cock properly. As he slides the condom over his cock she leans back into Martin's lap and opens her legs. Dripping wet, she needs nor desires any foreplay. Ramming his cock into her, he fucks her roughly. She watches him fucking her, as she still feels the abstractness of the situation. With most of her attention she is feeling his cock inside her, watching his thighs move: yet in the back of her mind, she is aware that she doesn't even know this man's name, and amazed at herself for not even caring. This thought for some unknown reason turns her on yet again, and suddenly her cunt is twitching and she finds herself cumming again. She becomes aware of something other than how her cunt is feeling about the time Cutiepie cums with a groan. As soon as she feels him cum, her attention is focused on Martin whose sole attention is with her. Seeing that his presence is no longer needed, Cutiepie gets himself together and leaves quickly.
Not very long after she has sat up, fixed her skirt, and lit a cigarette, they realize that last call has passed. As they are getting ready to leave, she notices Cutiepie, along with several of the watchers, trying to catch her eye. Pretending as though she doesn't see them, she smiles at Martin as he holds her coat for her to put on. Commenting on what a fun evening this had been, they leave the bar holding hands. As they hop into the waiting cab, they are oblivious to everything and everyone but each other.
