Sexy Saturday

by Annalise Wells

  Bob looks at me, then Alex, and finally at Brent. “Well, is anyone going to say anything?” Bob asks.

  I sigh and go to say something, but no words will form in my mouth. Britney coughs to catch everyone’s attention.

  “There is one other thing added to this scenario. That is if it’s true.”

  “I have to ask. I am astounded,” I say.

  Alex looks baffled. “I have to know. Tell us please.”

  Britney giggles. She looks to Bob and winks. “Where is the money?”

  Bob raises his hand. “I have a thought,” he says. “I bet you, it’s somewhere in that square kilometer patch of land.”

  Bob's office falls into silence again. The goal posts have moved without anyone saying anything. We all know what needs to be said. It is just who says it first.

  Karen appears from the bottom of the stairs and breaks the silence. “Where is Alex?” she asks.

  As if she has broken a spell, everyone starts chattering. “Here I am, and you must be Karen,” Alex says.

  “I am indeed. I was told you want to see me deal?” she asks.

  “If you are going to be a pit boss I need to see how good you are,” Alex says.

  Karen starts to shuffle. She cuts the deck three times and asks Alex to take a card and look at it. He peeks and shoves it back into the pack.

  “I hope this is not just a magic trick,” he says.

  “Of course not,” Karen says.

  Brent sits and watches her hands. “I will deal three hands as if it’s a real game. So… you, Brent, and Bell will play.”

  She deals us all two cards. We face them down on the table.

  “Are you ready?” she asks.

  “Yep, turn the flop,” Alex says.

  Karen deals three cards, face up. “I think it’s better if you turn your cards face up so you can see what’s happening,” she says.

  We turn our cards face up. The hands all look very similar. “Now, the next card,” Alex says.

  Karen turns the card. Brent and Alex have a better hand than mine so I would have lost. “How much would you stake on this hand?” Karen asks.

  “A few grand, you can see I don’t have a striking hand,” Alex says. “And Brent’s isn’t much different. It’s the last card that would determine the winner.”

  “Who do you want to win?” Karen says.

  Alex looks up. “Me of course.”

  “And you would want to win with the card you picked at the start?” Karen asks as she slaps Alex’s card on the table.

  Alex looks at Brent. “How did she do that?”

  “I have no idea. She is above my league if she can control a card in the pack. I can only do it with the top or bottom cards,” Brent replies. “Fuck!”

  “I can see you have confused these two. So, I have just one thing to say,” I ask.

  “What’s that?”

  “Who taught you?”

  Karen smiles. “Now, that’s my secret!”

  “Fuck!” adds Brent and Alex in unison.

  “What’s the big deal?”

  Brent

  “It’s not just a strong wind that makes you swing both ways.”

  Alex had collected Brooke from the airport and explained all about the swinger’s club and what we were about to achieve. She was a little off to start, but once she heard about us walking in with different partners and swapping back inside, she became somewhat, more comfortable. Maybe not as comfortable as Bell, but at least she was trying.

  Mikey had given the driver of the pink limo exact instructions where to go from the location on Bob’s computer. Bell and I sit in the rear seat as the driver makes his way to Alex’s hotel. The champagne is on ice and will be a welcome confidence booster, before we actually set foot inside the club. I have no idea what was going to happen, apart from in about ten seconds…. I am going to pour champagne for all of us.

  Alex and Brooke walk from the hotel exit as the door is opened for them. They slide inside and stare at the rather pink interior.

  “Don’t blame us, this was Mikey's suggestion,” I say.

  Alex shakes his head. “If he had a club, just think what it would have been like,” he says laughing.

  “You know where you’re going exactly?” I ask the driver. He nods to say a yes.

  The limo pulls from the front of the hotel and attracts some serious glances from passers-by on the sidewalk.

  “I have to say, Brooke, you look absolutely stunning,” Bell says.

  “I was thinking the same about you,” Brooke says giggling.

  “I just hope you don’t catch too much attention,” I say.

  Bell passes a glass of champagne to Brooke. “Oh god, this stuff gets me into so much trouble,” Brooke says.

  “I think you’ll need a bit of courage, so get it down your neck,” Bell answers. We all raise our glasses to our soon-to-come swinger’s adventure. Not that it will be all enjoyment and fun.

  “We are approaching the zone Mikey says those councilors own,” the driver says.

  We can see a sort of division from the intersection to both sides of the freeway. On one side, there’s the golf courses, the casino, and the hotel. And on the other, there’s the housing community where the club is.

  “I can see where all the money is going, or has gone, if they’ve built all these businesses,” Alex says.

  “Just look at how much bare land is available, they have a free reign with all of this,” I answer.

  The driver pulls up to the stoplights. As soon as they change to green, he crosses and drives down the street to the club.

  “Twenty million some of these houses go for,” I say to Alex.

  “I’m not surprised, they’re like small hotels some of them,” he replies.

  The driver turns the corner and stops in front of a huge house. We look out from the blacked-out windows. “Are you sure Bob has got this right?” I ask.

  “This is the exact location Mikey gave me,” the driver says. “I put it in the GPS.”

  We sit looking at the windows as a guy walks toward the car in a tuxedo. He doesn’t appear to be a visitor, he looks like security or a doorman.

  He knocks on the driver’s window. “Can I help you?”

  “I have four guests who wish to attend the event,” he replies.

  The doorman looks inside the car toward us. He nods. “Okay, let them out here, and you can wait further around the street.”

  The driver steps from the car and opens the door of the limo. I see the doorman checking the road in both directions.

  “Follow me.” We follow him into the house, and we approach what looks like a reception desk.

  “Do you have any identification?” a girl asks.

  “Here you go. You can have my passport,” Alex says. The girl smiles and takes the entrance fee, and we are guided to a bar area.

  “Enjoy,” the doorman says as he closes the double doors behind him.

  “I am going to the bar,” I say.

  “I am right with you,” Brooke says as she hangs onto my arm, very nervously.

  We approach the bar, and I order drinks for the two of us. Alex and Bell stand beside and order their drinks. “Nothing seems any different here, everyone is dressed, it’s just like a regular bar,” I say.

  Bell leans over the bar. “There will be a locker or change room somewhere, when we are ready.”

  I can already see a few guys and girls eying up Brooke, Bell, and also… Alex. I am not bothered, but it does give you a little confidence dent.

  “Is everyone ready?” Bell asks. “Hang on,” Bell says as she drinks a double whiskey.

  “Where do we go?” I ask the barman.

  “Just take the door at the end of the bar, the change room is there.”

  “And the women’s change room?” I ask.

  The barmen looks at me weirdly. “You do know where you are?” he asks.

  “I am stupid, I forgot where I was,” I answer.

  He smiles. “Fi
rst time to this sort of thing?”

  “Yeah, a hell of a place though for the owners,” I say.

  “Rich fuckers they are, all four of them. You might see them inside later,” he says. There is the first bit of information that was unexpected.

  “How would I recognize them?”

  The barman looks around. “Two of them are gay as anything, and another one will be dressed in leather. As a woman.”

  “Dressed to impress then,” I reply laughing.

  “There’s only one guy who he tries to impress.”

  “Thanks for the tip. I will keep my eyes open,” I answer.

  Alex leads us to the far door. Brooke grips my arm as tightly as she can. I watch Alex and Bell walking casually as if it was nothing.

  “Did you ask Alex if he’d ever been to one of these before?” I whisper.

  “I did, he said no, but he looks really relaxed,” Brooke comments.

  “That’s what I was thinking!”

  Alex pushes the door open, and there is a large change room. The wooden lockers align all the walls, and there are divisions down the room. I see men and women either undressing, or getting dressed.

  Bell is also right about the women, most of them are pretty damn hot, yet slightly older than Bell and Brooke. I wish I could say the same for the men, the bellies of some of them are huge. Are these the awful ones Janey was mentioning?

  “Here we go,” I say.

  Alex and Bell stand behind us as we slowly get undressed. I can see that a few of the visitors are wearing bathrobes. That seems to be the blessing… until we get inside what lies behind the next door.

  I have no choice but to stand and watch Brooke undress in front of me. She really does have a hot body, and I can see why Alex has fallen for her. Her breasts look beautiful and ripe and have just the right amount of firmness. Her body tapers down to her beautiful shapely hips, and her pussy looks really inviting. As I look down, Brooke’s finger appears in front of my face. She wriggles her finger at me to say, look up here, not down there.

  “Sorry. Bad habit,” I say.

  I slip from my pants and my shorts and hang them in the locker. I flex my muscles and notice my cock is already twitching. Please don’t get hard too quickly… for fuck’s sake!

  We all slip into our white bathrobes and walk toward the last doors leading into the room full of bodies. Alex pushes the door open, and I feel Brooke digging her fingers into my arm. The door opens, and there are naked bodies all around the room. The opulent furniture is scattered around; obviously chosen for fucking. There is nothing that would be considered comfortable for watching the TV.

  I pull on Bell’s bathrobe. She turns to face me. “How do we start all this?” I ask.

  Bell pulls at the belt of her robe and hangs it on a hook. “As simple as that,” she says.

  I look at Brooke. I can see the same amount of fear in her eyes as I am feeling. “After three,” I whisper. Brooke smiles and nods. I grab the belt. “One, two, three,” I say as we both slip out from our robes.

  Bell turns back to me and looks at my cock and smiles. “Just for your information, you have to do a little bit of kissing with Brooke to start,” Bell says.

  “You never mentioned that,” I whisper.

  Bell grins. “I knew you would freak.”

  “It’s not just a strong wind that makes you swing both ways.”

  Bell

  “Birthday suits don’t always keep up with the modern fashion.”

  I can see both Brooke and Brent are a little put off by the bodies that are everywhere. The sexual carnage that is happening right before our eyes is truly unbelievable.

  I sit on a crushed-velvet bench as Alex sits next to me. “We have to appear normal, you do know that?” I say.

  “What’s a kiss between friends,” he says giggling.

  Alex leans forward and places his lips on mine, I feel him cup my breasts and fumble with my nipples. I glance over his shoulder and see Brent and Brooke looking in our direction.

  Brent pushes Brooke against the wall and locks his lips firmly onto hers. His hands run across her hips as he grinds his body against hers. I feel a little strange watching my man kissing another woman, but I also feel a little bit turned on.

  I run my hands across Alex’s broad chest, his muscles ripple as my soft fingers tease his small nipples. His hand slides down my waist as he strokes my hips and runs his large hand over my ass. I feel myself melting slightly in his caress, or is it from watching Brent?

  Brent takes hold of Brooke’s arm and leads her to another bench. I can see his cock has been twitching, and he is semi-erect.

  Come on Bell. It’s time to switch. But I want to watch him just a while longer.

  Brent leans forward and takes Brooke’s nipple in his mouth, her head tilts back as her long hair flows down her back. Alex takes my nipple in his mouth and teases me with his tongue.

  This is wrong. This should be Brent.

  “Alex, I can’t go any further. We have to swap,” I whisper in his ear.

  “Thank fuck, I am feeling slightly uncomfortable, myself.”

  I step from the bench and saunter across to Brooke and run my hands over her shoulders. I grab hold of her breasts and caress her nipples. Brent lifts his eyes and looks at me.

  “We change,” I whisper.

  Brooke grins. “About time, Brent is getting a little too excited.”

  I glance down and see Brent’s almost-full erection. I change places with Brooke and continue where she left off.

  “I have never seen so many heaving bodies or naked tits,” Brent whispers as he kisses my neck.

  “Are they watching us?’ I ask.

  “Yes, they are watching all of us,” Brent says.

  Brent pinches my hardened nipples. That was thanks to Alex, although it was nice how he caressed me. In truth, it was an involuntary reaction. I’d been busy watching Brent touching Brooke.

  All of a sudden, a long-legged blonde walks over to us; she runs her hands over Brents' shoulders. Now, she puts her hands on his cheeks and turns his head toward her. She thrusts her tongue into his mouth, and their lips lock. She pushes Brent to lay down on the bench as I wrap my fingers around the base of his shaft.

  Bitch!!!

  Brent has the leggy-blonde running her hand over his flat stomach, I see him lift his gaze to me as she leans forward holding her breast close to his mouth.

  “Suck my nipple.”

  She pushes her chest to Brent’s mouth, he has no choice but to follow her order and take her nipple into his warmth. The blonde looks at me and smiles.

  “Nice cock you are holding there,” she says.

  “And I am just about to swallow it,” I reply.

  “Lucky girl,” the blonde answers.

  I lower my head and take the head of Brent’s hard cock into my wet lips, I feel the slit pushing against the tip of my tongue. I feel his body squirm as I tease and tantalize his body. The leggy-blonde is taking his hand and pushing it down to her wanting pussy.

  “Come on lucky boy, finger-fuck me,” she whispers.

  I pull Brent’s head from deep inside my mouth and frantically stroke his shaft. I can see the blonde widen her legs as she pushes Brent’s fingers into her arousal. She rocks her hips as she holds Brent's wrist and forces his hand deeper inside her pussy.

  I can’t do this anymore. I’m gonna to have to tell her to fuck off…

  I see Brooke stand behind the blonde and run her hands over her shoulder. Alex walks behind me and puts his hands on my bare shoulders. He brushes my hair behind my head and kisses me on the neck, very gently.

  “We could see you needed some assistance,” he whispers.

  I sigh as I hear Brooke speak to the leggy-blonde. “Do you mind? Um, these are our playmates for tonight,” she says.

  “Crap, I was enjoying that,” the leggy-blonde replies.

  “I’m sure you can find another hand to fuck,” Brooke says.

  “Enjoy your
self,” the leggy-blonde says as she turns and walks away.

  “Thank god for that,” Brent says as he lifts his head. “I was waiting for her to sit on my face. Well, not waiting for it. I thought that was coming,” he replies, trying not to giggle.

  I glance around and can see all the naked men and women around us are no longer staring, they are at ease with the newcomers and busy with their own antics. I see a woman knelt on a bench, she is busy swallowing a pot-bellied guy’s shaft as another guy is slamming into her from behind. The cheeks of her ass are red raw from the slapping he is dishing out to her.

  I actually feel it’s too much for me to continue. “Can we stop. No one will know we haven’t done everything,” I whisper.

  I see the doors open, and four guys walk into the room. Well, it appears to be four guys, one is dressed in a long, black, leather skirt and a leather harness covering his chest.

  “I think the councilors are here,” I whisper.

  We stand and grab our bathrobes. Brooke ruffles her hair. “The just-fucked look,” she whispers.

  We walk over to the bar where the councilors are congregating. The two guys are at the bar, and the two straight guys have sat at a table.

  “Where are the wives?” Brent asks.

  “Perhaps they don’t bring them here after all,” I reply.

  I speak too soon. Two elegant ladies walk through the doors and make their way to a table.

  “Alex, you go and talk to them, I am going to speak to the gays. Brent and Brooke, talk to the guys at the table,” I say.

  We all split and I make my way to the bar. “Nice dress, bitch,” I say playfully.

  “Hello, what do we have here? Mmm, a strange face, and my, what an incredible tattoo you have,” he says.

  I pull open my robe and flaunt my naked body to reveal all of my tattoo. “You like?” I ask.

  “The tattoo yes, the body… just not my type.” He smiles.

  I grab a glass of champagne from the bar. “One hell of a place you have here,” I say.