Except they were naked.
The only ones wearing clothes were some scattered people carrying trays of food or drink. I guessed they were staff working at the club.
This was most definitely real. As real as the cries of delight from a chick getting fucked on a raised platform by the two pools. Real as the smell of suntan lotion. Real as the cheers from the volleyball court beyond the pools. Real as the splashes of swimmers. Real as the rustle of palm leaves in the wind. Real as the tiki bar close to the larger pool. Real as the building behind the pools, a stucco building with a Spanish-tiled roof. Real as the guy smiling at my expression as he was getting a blowjob from a chick who was sitting on a chair, and he was standing up, just as happy as he could be. And why not? A guy at a posh resort, getting his dick sucked.
Yeah, I was the obvious newbie. Nobody else stared with bug-eyed awe and had their bottom jaw hitting the ground.
That is, except for Tara. My girlfriend stood next to me, looking as dumbfounded as I felt. I surely wore the same dumbfounded look that she did.
“What do you think?” Kiefer asked us. “Did I do a good job of describing the place?”
“Oh, yeah,” I said.
Kiefer and Tiffany had met Tara and me at the front of the Strathmore Club, at a small entrance building. They had been waiting for us in their birthday suits, as casual as could be. To them, it was no big deal at all to be naked in this private world. And these middle-aged swingers were in great shape. Both clearly exercised a lot—at least from loads of sex, but probably more than that.
Speaking of sex, there was Kiefer’s thick shaft that my girlfriend had enjoyed in our threesome at the bungalow. It was hard to ignore. As for Tiffany, I had seen her naked at her holiday party, and I enjoyed seeing her nude again. Either her boobs were good fakes, or they had held up well.
When Tara and I met these two middle-age swingers at the front of Strathmore, they suggested we take a shower in the small entrance building and apply suntan lotion.
“You don’t want to get sunburned,” Tiffany warned. “Especially on those sensitive areas.”
As I showered, my excitement mounted. Since waking up that morning and driving to the club, I felt like a kid on the way to an amusement park. That kind of thrill was rarely felt as an adult. Then, seeing Kiefer and Tiffany naked made this grown-up amusement park start to feel real. My cock hardened with anticipation.
In the shower, I cleaned my erection as lightly as possible for fear of ejaculating. I wanted to save all my come for others. Why visit a nudist and public-sex resort if you’re just going to masturbate? No fucking way was I going to do that.
My dick was strong and bold as I returned outside. I felt a bit embarrassed by it—even though both of the experienced swingers had already seen me naked.
“My, my,” Tiffany said. “I see you’re ready for fun, Steve.”
I blushed. “I’m definitely ready.”
“Mind if I get your back?” Tiffany asked, holding up a bottle of suntan lotion.
“No problem.”
Tiffany was rubbing the lotion on my back when Tara returned from the showers, smiling when she saw Tiffany applying lotion on me.
“I see the royal treatment is starting already,” Tara said.
“Tara, you need it, too,” Kiefer said and began rubbing lotion on her back.
When Tara and I were all lathered up, we set out for the pool.
Kiefer told us that the small shower building at the club’s entrance served as a gateway. That was where the members took off their clothes, stored them in lockers, and got showered. It was a ritual to shed the outside world and prepare for the hedonistic, pleasure-loving world of the Strathmore Club. He said there were more showers in the main building by the pools. Those showers could be used after fucking, playing tennis, aerobics, weightlifting, or whatever. But the gateway shower was for leaving one world and entering a much different one.
As we walked over a small hill, the main building and pool area appeared before us. Here was the different world. One like no other I’ve ever seen. Sure, I’d been to resorts and seen fancy pools loaded with babes in bikinis. And those were nice. But not like this. Not with this nakedness. Or this fucking. Or this sucking. This was a whole other level of eyeball-popping, jaw-dropping spectacle.
This was full-frontal reality. Adios, fantasies of my imagination. Adios, bikini tops and bottoms that enticed you, but covered up those special parts of female anatomy. This club was most definitely full-frontal reality.
“Is Julie here yet?” Tara asked, scanning the crowd.
Julie Baird. The big-boobed beauty whom I loved to see at Kiefer and Tiffany’s parties. All the men ogled over her jugs that she showed off in tube tops, tight spaghetti-strapped shirts, and snug sweaters.
I remembered what Tara had bluntly said to me when Kiefer told us that Julie was a member here: I want to see you smush your face on them. I want to see your cock between them. I want to see them jiggle as you fuck her.
She had completely shocked me by saying those things. One had to wonder: Did she still feel that way? I certainly hoped so.
Kiefer smiled at Tara’s question. “Yes, she is. She’s over there, playing volleyball.” He pointed to the court. “That girl really loves playing volleyball.”
“Let’s go see her,” Tara said.
“Hold on, baby,” I replied, enjoying Tara’s initiative, that she wanted to get the ball rolling right away with Julie.
But I wanted to see the sights before diving right into the busty hottie. As much as I lusted after Julie, I wanted to do this properly. We just got to the club. I wanted to see some of the club and meet some members first, not just sprint after one of them.
I said, “Let Julie finish her game first. Since she loves to play so badly.”
“Okay, okay. I just want to get started. Evie Stevie.”
She still wanted to pay me back for Kiefer, for the threesome I had set up so that Tara could enjoy Kiefer’s thick sausage. She had definitely enjoyed it, and now she wanted to pay me back by having me enjoy Julie’s jugs.
And I loved her for wanting to do that.
“Not everything has to be Evie Stevie,” I said.
“I know, I know,” Tara said. “But I want to see you fuck her tits. And I want to feel them, too.”
Man, I loved my girlfriend’s wants when they involved other women.
“I love that, baby,” I said and kissed her. “But let’s not rush into it.”
“Okay, so she can wait,” Kiefer said. “Let’s introduce you to a few people. C’mon.”
Kiefer and Tiffany led us around to a handful of couples and introduced Tara and me. Such the gentleman, Kiefer always introduced Tara first, and then marked me as her boyfriend. It was made clear that this was our first time at the club, and that we were not single.
I guessed that single people were viewed as open season, while dating or married people had to be checked with first.
I was very self-conscious about my erection. Every time we met new people, they glanced at my boner. I noticed that they also checked out Tara’s body. Of course, I checked them out, too. It was wild that all of us checked each other out in polite, quick ways. There was no wide-eyed staring. A simple glance told volumes. Later, with a polite distance, there could be longer observation.
Shaking hands felt weird. The handshake is standard, of course, when being introduced. But what about when everyone is naked? Very odd stuff. You lean forward, try not to poke them with your erection, give ’em a quick once over, make eye contact, and then shake hands. It was a process more complex than usual introductions. You could size each other up a lot more than usual at Strathmore.
Everyone was friendly—they could not have been nicer to Tara and me. They welcomed us, wished us a good time, told us to ask them if we ever needed anything. Usually when someone says that, the anything could be, say, a quarter to feed the parking meter. Something simpl
e.
But at the club, I figured that anything was totally different: Well, you said to ask you if I needed anything, so how about your wife gives me a hummer?
A hummer would’ve been very welcomed, as my erection was making me more and more embarrassed. So, after we met a sixth couple, I proposed action to my girlfriend.
“Hey babe,” I said to Tara, “how ’bout we go to a lounge chair?” I nodded to a few unused chairs. “I’d like to give you a ride.” I nodded down at my raging hard boner.
She smirked at me. “That’s not why we’re here for. Have you forgotten all about Julie?”
She laughed at my reaction. Of course! Why didn’t I suggest Julie, who Tara wanted to find right away? I supposed I wanted to get off as quickly as possible.
Problem was, we didn’t see Julie at the volleyball court. There was a game going on, but the busty hottie wasn’t among the players.
“Ah, well,” Tara said. “You’ll just have to wait a little longer.”
I shrugged, trying to be nonchalant. “That’s okay.”
But then, when you’ve been lusting after someone for a few years, what’s a couple of hours? As impatient as I was, I figured I’d get around to being with Julie eventually. Besides, I was lucky to be surrounded by all this hot flesh.
Tara said, “We need to find someone else for you.” She scanned around, then said, “There. Those three over there.” She nodded to three ladies lounging in a row, with books opened on their laps, and chatting. “Let’s go meet them. And you can ask them what you just asked me. Let’s see how far you get.”
I parried: “But you could just give me a quick blowjob, and—”
Tara parried back: “Why don’t you ask them for a quick blowjob? We’re at a swingers’ club, you dope. C’mon, give them your best pickup line.”
A pickup line at a swingers’ club? What was that? How would you like some Irish in you? How ’bout a ride on a bucking bronco? You’re pretty, so how’d you like to suck my dick?
All of them sounded ludicrous to me.
I felt like such an amateur—which, of course, I was.
Tara, Kiefer, and Tiffany were almost next to the trio of ladies. I hustled to catch up. The ladies were nice: two blondes and a brunette. One was very good looking, while another had a big rack. Everyone did the quick once-overs, checking each other out.
Tiffany introduced Tara and me, making sure to say that I was her boyfriend. Tara and I shook hands of all three women. Their names: Ashley with short blonde hair and the biggest boobs of the three, Wanda with the prettiest face, and Trisha with a brunette ponytail and cheerful expression—she blended a cute face and perky tits.
I’m sure it was rude to compare, but at least I kept my comparisons to myself.
After we said our hellos, I cleared my throat and said, “How would one of you lovely ladies like to have some fun?”
There it was. I had thrown it out there. I hoped for the best.
The moment of silence seemed to last ten minutes, but it was probably only a couple seconds.
Ashley said, “Well, well. Aren’t you a friendly one?”
At first, I thought she referred to my request for fun. But then, I saw her eyes lock on my erection. I followed her intent observation. From the end of my concrete-hard cock, a line of pre-come stretched down and touched her thigh. It was a thick line, quivering and shimmering in the sunlight. It seemed like my boner had thrown out a fishing line and caught a thigh instead of pussy.
How long had a line of pre-come been hanging from my dick? I blushed from embarrassment. A clumsy pick-up line might’ve seemed cute to these ladies. But landing your string of pre-come on one of them? That felt far too forward. Even here.
I said, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean—I didn’t know—God, I’m so sorry about that.” I backed up a step, but the line of pre-come just stretched. It didn’t break.
Everyone in our little group laughed. I blushed even more.
Ashley looked at Tara and asked, “Are you guys restricted? Or is he available?”
Giggling, Tara said, “He’s available. Could you please put him out of his misery?”
I was flabbergasted. This swinging thing was still pretty new to me. My girlfriend asking another woman put me out of my horny misery? Wow!
Ashley smiled up at me. She leaned forward. Opened her mouth. Her tongue stretched out. The tip of her tongue touched my string of pre-come. Her tongue began to raise, collecting the string. Now my fishing line had a caught a sweet blonde’s mouth.
Her tongue seemed to rise in slow motion. More and more of my pre-come string disappeared. Her tongue got closer to the bulb of my cock. Closer. Almost there. The tip of her tongue touched the slit of my dickhead. I gasped. Ashley’s tongue pulled back, taking a new string of pre-come with it. Her tongue retreated behind her pursed lips. The string broke, flittered down.
“Are you in misery?” Ashley asked with a fake pout. “Aw, poor baby.”
With that, she swallowed me. I gasped in surprise. Slowly, her lips widened, and her mouth advanced, sending me further inside her. Warmth surrounded my cock. I gasped again. She held me, unmoving, with nearly all of my shaft deep in her mouth. Her eyes closed.
I glanced over at Tara, who was watching the whole thing. She winked at me. My embarrassment began to fade.
Ashley’s mouth patiently moved back, until I was completely out of it. “Is that better?” she asked up to me.
“Oh yeah,” I said. “How about doing that again and again and again? Please?”
Her lovely lips widened into a grin. “I like your politeness. That’s the kind of thing that gets rewarded.” Her mouth encased me in its warmth once more. Nice and slow. This babe wasn’t in a rush for me to come.
It felt wonderful. Much better than schlepping along with an embarrassing stiffy as I met the club’s members.
Speaking of members, I felt like everybody was watching me. As if Ashley and I were in a spotlight. But, as I looked around, I found that wasn’t true at all. Some members weren’t paying any attention to us—they were busy talking or reading or sunbathing with their eyes closed. Some members watched us, then smiled when they saw me notice them. One guy gave me a thumbs-up. One woman blew me a kiss. Another lady pushed her cheek out with her tongue, making a bulge that moved up and down, simulating a dick in her mouth. Her eyes laughed at my stunned reaction.
Who does this stuff? This club was rendering me dumbfounded.
Trisha was making out with my girlfriend. Just like that, she had dropped her book, stood up, and kissed my girlfriend. Trisha and Tara. That sounded like a nice couple. T & T. And they were a good-looking couple, too: pretty faces, brunette hair, perky breasts, and tight asses. T & T had great T & A.
Tiffany jumped into the fun by kneeling and blowing Kiefer. She could take more of his meat in her mouth than Tara could, during our threesome at the bungalow. Of course, Tiffany had a great deal more practice blowing her husband than Tara did.
Tara and Trisha moved to the lounge chair. Tara on her back, with Trisha on top of her, sucking on her nipples.
Meanwhile, Ashley was giving my cock a mighty fine blowjob. Her lips and mouth made me feel amazing, and it would’ve been very easy to let her continue until I blew my load in her mouth. But I didn’t want my fun to end so soon. As good as the hummer felt, I wanted to do more.
So I moved back, sliding out of her mouth, and I said, “Lie back.”
She was open to that, and I was glad to dive between her legs to politely return the favor. On the next lounge chair, Tara was being eaten out by Trisha. Two cunnilinguses in a row. Ashley’s pussy tasted nice and clean and snappy, with a hint of swimming pool.
I liked the club’s emphasis on cleanliness, as everyone was sure to be freshly scrubbed and ready for licking.
Ashley was definitely ready for licking. I set upon my task with delight. This pussy was well taken care of: smooth and hairless, but for a small s
trip on her mound. By the sound of Ashley’s moans, her pussy was being well taken care of now, with my tongue bringing her bliss.
“Honey,” Ashley said, and I raised my head to discover that she was talking to Tara—who was still being licked by Trisha in the next lounge chair. “Honey, your boyfriend knows how to eat some good pussy.”
“He sure does.” Tara grinned back. “I’ve enjoyed that mouth many, many times.”
I saw Kiefer pumping Trisha from behind. I had been so busy giving oral that I didn’t realize he had gotten behind her and given her his cock. The position was wild to see: Trisha getting fucked doggy-style as she licked my girlfriend’s pussy. Trisha’s ass looked incredible, as she was bent over. I liked how Trisha’s ponytail bounced as she was getting drilled and giving oral to Tara.
I went back to licking Ashley, and in no time her moans built to cries as she enjoyed an orgasm.
I decided to follow Kiefer’s lead by asking Ashley to flip over and get into doggy-style position.
“Love to,” Ashley cooed.
She had a groovy tribal tattoo on her lower back. Nice artwork to see while you rocked her in doggy-style. I eased my cock into her pussy, as she balanced on the lounge chair on all fours. Talk about a sweet sensation—her pussy felt amazing. I fucked her nice and easy, pumping in a good rhythm.
While I fucked Ashley, I looked around us more. Just beyond all the lounge chairs and patio tables were a couple of small raised platforms. They looked like small stages. Both had a big cushioned bed in the middle. On one bed-stage, a woman was riding in cowgirl position on top of a guy. On the other bed-stage, two women were busy in 69.
This was truly another world. Nudity was all around. Sex was happening in pockets here and there—not everyone was screwing. Most were simply doing what people do in a resort: sunbathing, swimming, talking, or reading.
Next to me, Trisha and Tara switched. So now, Tara was getting Kiefer’s big, hard one from behind while she licked Trisha’s pussy. It was much like back in the bungalow, when Kiefer fucked my girlfriend while she sucked my cock.
But this time, Kiefer and I were partners in doggy-styles. He, inside my girlfriend. Me, inside Ashley.
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