We cleaned up quickly and quietly, each of us absorbed in our own thoughts. My head was spinning with the implication that my husband was okay with the fact that I wanted to sleep with another woman—that I might actually get to live out my fantasy. I was both excited and scared. I had no clue what he had in mind though. Was he planning on bringing some random female home for me to fuck? Was he going to fuck her too? I wasn't sure I could handle seeing Daniel with another woman. I also wondered how he was going to feel about seeing me with one. Jealousy was a big issue we needed to discuss. The entire situation was all so confusing.
I was lost deep in my own disturbing thoughts when Daniel appeared out of the bathroom, dressed in a clean pair of pajama pants and carrying a small black folder in his left hand. He laid it on the table and across the front, in flowing silver script, was the word, “Celebrations.” I pointed to the envelope and looked at him quizzically. “What this?”
He shrugged. “Open it up and see.”
I did just that, popping open the clip that held the fancy folder shut. Inside I found a booklet with the headline, “Celebrations: where life is always a party!” And just below that a subheading; “Everything you need to know about living the Lifestyle!”
“I don’t understand. What’s the Lifestyle?”
He pulled out a chair and sat down at the table across from me, reaching out to take my free hand in his. His demeanor was totally serious, and I knew he was about to divulge something that would impact our lives forever.
“Have you ever heard of swinging or swingers?”
“Holy shit!” I jerked my hand out of his and jumped out of my seat. “You mean like swapping? No fucking way!”
“Now calm down, let me finish. I think you owe me at least that much.”
I couldn’t really argue with his logic, so I sat back down and zipped my lips. He ignored my outburst and started to explain.
“Swinging is not swapping. It’s not cheating either. Swinging is for couples that have a healthy relationship. It doesn’t fix a bad relationship; it just helps to enhance things. In fact, Celebrations doesn’t even allow single males into the club because usually the guys are just looking for sex. Single women are allowed, however. In fact, the women are the ones that usually run the show.”
“How do you know so much about this subject?”
Daniel sighed. “I have a bit of a confession to make. I found your porn collection about four months ago. Do you remember when I crashed the hard drive on my laptop?”
I was too stunned to do little more than nod my understanding.
“I was waiting on an important email from a client about the slogan for their new ad campaign, so I used your desktop. I was doing a little surfing while I waited and found all the recent websites you’d been visiting saved in the favorites folder.”
“But . . .” I stuttered, “You never said anything. Didn’t it freak you out? Why didn’t you confront me about it?”
“I’ll admit I was a bit shocked at first. Even though I kind of knew you liked women it was somewhat different to have the proof actually thrown in my face like that. I went through all of the movies you have on your hard drive. Not a one of them featured any guys. They were strictly lesbian themed. That’s when I realized something had to be done.” He reached across the table for my hand again, and I gave it to him, the need to hold on to something or someone almost overwhelming. “I want you to be happy. That’s my main focus in life as your husband. I can't be a woman for you. I would if I could, but I can't, so the least I can do is help arrange the experience in an atmosphere where you will be safe and feel comfortable. Provided that's what you want.”
“What about us?”
“What about us? We're still married and we still love each other. Do you think sleeping with a woman will make you want to leave me?”
My answer to that question was an easy one. “No. Definitely not. What I feel when I see a woman I'm attracted to is lust, pure and simple, not love. I know that sex involves some emotions, it has to if any attraction is involved, but no one could make me fall out of love with you.”
He smiled a big shit-eating grin that lit up his entire face as he picked up the discarded folder and the information it contained. “That's exactly what I wanted to hear, and if that's really the case, I have a proposal for you.”
* * *
It was nearly two a.m. by the time I finished looking over all the material Daniel had compiled for me. A lot of my previous misconceptions had been blown out of the water. It turned out that Celebrations was an on-site lifestyle facility. That meant that along with the main dance floor and other amenities you'd expect to find at a typical night club, they also had special areas and rooms set aside for intimate play among members. I had a totally different view on what swinging actually meant as well. At first, I'd believed it was just a fancy term for condoned adultery. Now I knew differently. Cheaters were actually abhorred in the lifestyle, considered outcasts and degenerates of the worst kind.
Swinging was more like a social preference. It wasn't just about the sex; it was about finding people you related to that shared some of your same interests and goals. It was like friendship with added benefits.
There was supposedly no pressure to perform either. No meant no! Rejections were as commonplace as acceptances. If a couple approached you and asked you to play you could decline the offer and they'd accept your decision gracefully and go on their merry way. It sounded absolutely fabulous on paper, but I worried that the actual atmosphere at the club would be nothing like the description. My concern must have shown plainly on my face.
Daniel got up and came around to my side of the table where I was still seated. “Celebrations is really as laid back as it sounds.”
I arched one eyebrow. “Am I really that easy to read?”
He nodded and stroked one hand down my left cheek. “Only to someone who knows you as well as I do.” He patted the back of my chair. “Why don't we take this discussion into the bedroom where we can get more comfortable? These hard wooden chairs make your ass hurt if you sit in them too long.” He chuckled as I stood up, and he patted my nearly numb rear. “You can ask me some more questions, and I'll do my best to answer them.”
As I followed him down the hall I asked the first thing that sprang to mind. “Okay then. How do you know so much about all of this?”
He hopped into our bed, laughing good naturedly at my initial inquisition as he shed his pants in the process. By the time he laid back he was completely nude, his dark tan in complete contrast against our white silk sheets as he patted the empty space by his side. “Lay down and I'll tell you all about it.”
With his playful attitude and his cock lying half hard against his thigh it was an invitation I just couldn't resist.
For hours we fucked and talked and fucked some more until we finally reached the point of exhaustion sometime right before dawn. It turned out my husband had done some seriously thorough research on the Lifestyle, even up and to the point of touring and purchasing us a temporary membership at Celebrations. He had all the answers and everything arranged. He'd given me the key to fulfill a lifelong dream. The only question that remained was discovering if I had the courage to go through with it. I was still pondering his offer as the sun rose and Daniel drifted off to sleep beside me, his softened cock nestled happily against my ass. The thought that I might actually get to fulfill my fantasy was still foremost in my mind as I fell asleep as well.
* * *
The soft sound of the shower running close by woke me to find our bedroom bathed in the warm glow of sunset. I was appalled at the fact that I'd obviously slept all day even though I had a valid excuse for being so tired. Daniel's excitement at the prospect of seeing me with another woman had definitely shown through in the various and vigorous ways he'd made love to me throughout the night. My body was still pleasantly sore from all the attention. It was a wonderful way to start the evening.
I was just about to join my hub
by in the shower when I noticed a garment bag hanging on the front of the closet door that hadn't been there earlier. It had a big red bow tied across it with a tag that read “Samantha” below it in big bold letters. It was obviously meant for me, and I couldn't help but investigate.
I had just unzipped the bag when Daniel came out of the bathroom. “I see you found your present already.”
I turned and eyed him with suspicion. “You've been planning this for quite a while haven't you? How did you know I'd agree?”
He shrugged as he dropped his towel to the floor and started getting dressed. “For about two or three months.” He chuckled at my shocked expression. “I wasn't completely sure you'd agree to it but I thought you might.”
My heart melted in my chest. “You're absolutely perfect, do you know that? How'd I get so lucky to find a man like you?”
He grinned. “I think we both got pretty lucky.” He pointed to the bag as he pulled on a pair of tan slacks. “Now go on and open your present. Time's a wasting.”
I did as I was told, shocked to find not one but three outfits nestled inside. “What the . . .?”
Daniel finished dressing, slipping into his brown loafers before joining me by the closet door. “You have your choice of what you can wear to the club. The women can be as casual or dressy as they want to be.”
I pulled the clothes out of the bag, laying out each outfit individually on the bed to get a good look at them. The first was a pair of casual black dress pants with a nice, yet slightly plain red top to go with it. The second was a very classy black dress, with a short, above the knee length hemline and a halter type strap that left my entire back exposed. The third was beyond a doubt the flashiest and the most risqué. It left very little, if anything, to the imagination. The bottom was a plaid pleated mini skirt that definitely wouldn't come to my thighs, if it even covered my ass. Since quite a lot of my rear was going to be on view Daniel had been thoughtful enough to include a little pair of lacy white panties to go underneath. The top looked like a standard white button down except for the fact that it stopped just below my breasts. It was more of a costume than an actual outfit, and I wondered if the naughty school girl look was one of Daniel's fantasies. I lifted the mini skirt and held it up to my waist. “Are you trying to tell me something?”
His eyes sparkled with mischief. “Maybe.”
“Have you been fantasizing about making it with a school girl?”
“Nope.” He moved closer. “I've been fantasizing about making it with you while you're dressed up like a school girl. Maybe you've been bad and you need a bit of discipline.”
I put my hand out to hold him off. “Slow down honey. One thing at a time is all I can handle. Let's see how tonight goes before we start thinking about spankings and tying each other up.”
Daniel sucked in a deep breath as he took a step back. “Alright. Sorry. The idea of you dressed like that and bent over with your ass in the air is just fucking hot.”
It was my turn to grin. “The idea of you lifting up my skirt, ripping off those little panties and fucking me from behind is hot to me too.” I put the skirt back down on the bed and reached for the black dress. “I'm going to go with this. Let's save the other one for next Saturday, okay?”
I left him unable to form a coherent statement as I headed into the bathroom to get ready for the evening ahead.
* * *
By the time we pulled into the parking lot next door to Celebrations my nerves were tied into knots. I was alternating between excited and terrified and Daniel knew it. He turned off the car and put one hand on my bare knee. “If you don't want to do this, we don't have to. Just say the word and we can go back home and pretend none of this ever happened.”
I thought over his offer and knew refusing would be the coward's way out. I didn't want to be a coward anymore.
“No we're going in.” I undid my seatbelt and got out of the car, making my way towards the entrance before I could change my mind. Daniel was next to me in a flash, putting his arm around my shoulders as we approached the front door. I'm not sure what I expected to happen, but I knew if I didn't at least give myself a chance I'd always regret my actions.
Daniel handed the guy inside the door a small black card with the Celebrations name and logo on it. The guy verified our membership and waved us inside. I was about to go in when Daniel took my hand and pulled me back. “My wife hasn't had a tour yet. This is her first time.”
Several heads swiveled towards us in interest as my husband made his announcement. The guy at the desk smiled kindly and pulled a small phone out of his pocket. “Terry, we have a new client who needs a tour. Can you do it?”
He hung up and pointed towards a side door I hadn't noticed before. “Go on through and Terry will meet you in a minute.” He looked directly at me. “Nice to have you join us. I hope you enjoy yourself. Please don't feel like you have to do anything you don't want to. It's perfectly fine just to watch. Although, if you want to accept an invitation to play, that's fine too.” He winked at me as Daniel led me into the little waiting area for our guide.
Terry turned out to be a six foot tall blonde bombshell with a figure like an hourglass. Her skin tight red dress showed off a set of tits and an ass that were pure perfection. Her figure was so fine that even a gay man would have taken a second glance.
The look she gave me as we shook hands started a raging fire between my thighs that instantly told me I'd made the right choice. Judging by the way my heart was hammering and my cunt was throbbing I thought I might do more during the evening than just watch but I'd take things one step at a time and see where they led.
The tour was relatively uneventful. Whatever preconceived notions I'd had were tossed out immediately. On the surface the main room looked like any other club. Clothing ranged from dress casual to over the top extravagant and the bar and dance floor were packed. The DJ's booth watched over it all, where the mix of music was loud, decadent and designed to dance to. I only saw two real things that were different. There was a roped off staircase near the rear of the building that obviously led to the private rooms and more intimate play areas. Two security guards were stationed at the bottom checking membership cards and ID's before anyone was allowed up. The second difference was the attitude of the members. No one was overly loud or drunk and everyone I met was so friendly. They nodded or shook my hand and quite a few introduced themselves and welcomed me to the club. No one was pushy or grabby, they were perfectly gracious. It was a pleasant change of pace and put me at ease instantly.
Terry finally excused herself and Daniel and I settled in at a small table near the bar, close enough to keep an eye on everything but far enough away from the main floor that we could talk to one another without screaming.
“So what do you think?”
I took another sip of my rum and coke. “It's really nice. You were right. I do feel safe and comfortable.” I caught sight of a slim brunette standing by the bar who kept looking over at me every now and then. A minute later a waitress walked by and handed me a fresh drink. I shook my head. “I didn't order another one.”
The waitress set it down in front of me and tilted her head toward the woman at the bar. “Courtesy of Ms. Thompson.”
As she walked off the brunette saluted me with her glass and took a long sip, smiling at me over the rim in a way that made my blood pressure rise. I mouthed a thank you and leaned toward Daniel. “Would you think I was a complete slut if I decided to do something tonight?”
Daniel choked a bit on his beer before he regained his composure. “Lord no. Did you have someone in mind?”
My throat felt suddenly dry. “There's a woman that keeps looking at me. She's over by the bar.” Daniel turned slightly in his seat so he could see who I was talking about. “The one with the long brown hair and the stiletto heels. She's the one that sent me the drink.”
“Wow. Um . . .” Daniel turned back to face me with a deep flush of arousal plain on his cheeks. “You do whate
ver makes you feel good. No pressure. Can I let you in on a little secret though?”
“Sure.”
“The thought of her kissing you, on both sets of lips, has me hard as a rock right now.”
I moaned. I couldn't help myself. “What should I do?”
Before I could decide my next move she approached our table, towing a thickly built, yet handsome older gentleman behind her.
“Hi there.” She stuck out a well-manicured hand with short, unpolished nails. “I'm Greta Thompson and this is my husband James. I couldn't help but notice you from across the room.” She sat down in the empty chair right beside me. “I've never seen you here before and my husband and I come to Celebrations quite often. Are you both new members?”
“Yes we are. My name is Samantha and this is my husband Daniel. This is my first time anywhere like this.” I looked down into my drink. “I'm a bit nervous.”
James sat down and started talking to Daniel while Greta kept all her attention focused on me. It was a heady feeling to have such a gorgeous female flirting with me.
She patted my knee but didn't withdraw her hand. “No need to be nervous. We're all friends here.” She stroked lightly over my skin, inching her hand up just a bit under my dress. “You're so beautiful. Such soft creamy skin.” She halted just shy of the crease where my leg met more intimate flesh. “Would you like to play?” She leaned forward until our mouths were just a hairsbreadth apart. “It can be just the two of us if you like. James doesn't mind. He likes to watch and truth be told, I'd like to have you all to myself. Of course if you'd rather swap or make it a group thing we can do that too.”
I wanted to kiss her so bad, but I was afraid to initiate it. Her offer had me almost dizzy with need but I knew I needed to be honest about my wants up front first. “I'm not looking to be with another man.”
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