Date: Sun, 13 Oct 2002 19:10:18 -0500
From: Ronnie Rho <ronnierho@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Club	by Ronnie Rho

	After seven years of marriage, my wife and I were feeling that itch.  While
we were still best friends, our sex life had started to become monotonous.
Neither of us had really desired children, so we tied her tubes and mine,
and shagged quite regularly.  But, the thrill was going.
	We tried all the usual things: handcuffs, adult videos, body gels, and we
were still getting bored.  Joining the Club had been her idea.
	She found it on the Internet, and suggested joining.  We sent an e-mail
with one of our racier photos, and were accepted.
	The Club itself was a small, informal swappers group.  There were meetings
every Saturday at the host couple's country home.  The group size was
limited to about 20 couples, although no more than a third showed up any
given Saturday.
	We'd gather, drink some wine, and make small talk, until everyone was
comfortable, and then we'd pair off.  It wasn't as kinky as it sounds.  Most
of us would stay in the same wide-open den, while occasionally, one or two
couples would disappear to bedrooms for more intimacy.
	Men would bang each other's wives, with the full approval of that woman's
spouse.  Margie and I both found it terribly erotic.  I'd be jumping someone
else's woman, and look over at her getting nailed, by some other guy.  She'd
watch me, and I'd watch her.  Afterwards, we'd cuddle, compare notes and
watch some of the other action.
	We rarely knew anything about our fellow members, except for their first
names, preferences, and skills.  Other than the fact we were all doing it in
the same room, it really couldn't be called an orgy.
	Sure, it got wild every now and then.  There were usually some handcuffs,
blindfolds and other toys around, but their use was rare.  We were all just
a bunch of married people looking for variety.  I remember once, someone
brought some pot.  But the wildest thing that came out of that Saturday was
two of the girls slow-danced naked together, and kissed a little bit.  Two
of the guys started jacking each other off, but even with the drug, felt
uncomfortable, and stopped soon after they started.
	Each Saturday night, once everyone had been satiated, we'd all go home with
whomever we brought, and that was that.  Why would any of us think about
cheating outside the home when we had this release valve?  We were all
screened for disease before we could join, and then occasionally after that.
  Many, like Margie and me, were sterilized, and the rest used other birth
control, so there were no accidents.
	I know it brought Margie and I closer together.  Even after a long
afternoon of sex, we'd still end the day in our own bed, fucking like
wildcats.

	To keep it special and unique, we limited our visits to once or twice a
month.   No sense, we reasoned, in making this as common and dull as our
lives previous to joining.  We'd try things we'd learned from other members
on each other.   Margie learned that she really liked getting fucked up the
ass.  I found out that a tongue on my own asshole was a very pleasurable
sensation.  Besides, it almost guaranteed us new combinations every time we
went.

	It was midway through one of our meetings, when I noticed a new face.
Margie and I were cuddling on one of the couches, talking, petting, and
taking in the spectacle.  She had just gotten throroughly fucked by one of
her favorite studs, while I ate out his wife.
	Marie walked in with our hostess.  Diane was taking this lovely creature
around, introducing her to some of the guests who were either warming up or
cooling down.  Marie was wearing a black sport jacket, with no blouse
underneath, tight blue jeans and high heels.  She was an inch or two taller
than Diane, who was in her customary short silk robe and heels.
	There were many lovely women in the club.  Some were just plain sexy, while
others screwed better than they looked.  Marie was far and above the most
beautiful woman there.  Her dark brown hair was curly, and rested just below
her shoulders.  Her skin radiated with a Mediterranean glow.  Her eyes were
big and brown, her lips full and pouty.  I watched as she took off her
jacket to reveal beautiful, full, supple breasts.  A professional couldn't
have done a better job crafting her body.
	Margie noticed my interest, and poked her finger in my side.  "Go get her,
studly," she winked.
	Before I could answer, Diane and Marie walked towards us.  (We were one of
the few couples not currently busy.)  The two women held hands as they came
over.
	"This is Marie," said Diane, putting her arm around the new woman's waist,
"And I realize we may be bending some of our own rules bringing her here,
but I met her this week, and had to share her with all of you."  Diane and
her husband Stan had started the club about a year before we joined.  One of
the rules was no singles allowed.  Another was a one-month waiting period as
medical tests came back.  I looked over at Stan, who was busy humping some
redhead's brains out.  He noticed my glance, nodded, smiled and winked, as
if to say, "Trust us on this one."
	Marie sat down with us as Diane hurried off to watch her husband.  "So what
do you two like to do?  Anything...different?" she asked, licking her lips and
smiling at Margie.  My wife answered before I could. "We're generally into
sharing partners, but we'll try just about anything."  Both women gazed at
each other, and I couldn't believe it.
	Margie had once been kissed by another woman, and it had turned her off so
quickly, we left soon after.  Once, another man had rubbed my back while I
did his wife, and while it bothered me a little, it bothered Margie worse.
Funny, I thought at the time, how one thing, like switching partners would
turn my wife on so much, while another thing, like a menage a troi, left her
cold.
	But here she was, obviously flirting with this woman I couldn't wait to do.
Since I hadn't yet come that day, my hard-on was pretty obvious.  Marie went
down on me without hesitation.  And what a mouth!  Her lips felt as good as
they looked.  Her tongue, in a matter of seconds, had me nearly to the
brink.
	She withdrew, and looked up to Margie, pausing only to ask one thing,
"Wanna help?"  I couldn't have been more surprised because Margie did!  Or
at least, I thought I couldn't have been more surprised.  They shared my
rod, licking up and down, stopping only to kiss each other every few
seconds!  My beautiful bride and my wet dream, dueling their tongues over
each other's lips and my cock.
	Threesomes in our group were very rare, and usually done in privacy.  That
was one thing that kept us in this group.  The thought of being with two
people, while not a turn-off for me, was usually a little distracting.  Or
so I thought.  I had always figured that one-on-one was better, because
there was no competition for affection.  No-one would get left out.
	But here it was happening.  And in my lap too!  There was a competition,
and Marie won it.  She took my cock into her mouth and focused her attention
solely on me.  Margie, again to my surprise, didn't back off, or become
upset.  She started kissing, and nuzzling and sucking on Marie's neck,
cheeks and ears.
	Lesbian sex had never been my thing, but that was changing.  I watched as
my wife made lip love to this beautiful woman, and wondered what was next.
I didn't wonder long, because Marie's cocksucking talents were apparent.
She made me cum like I never thought possible.  My head swam, as I realized
I had been holding my breath.  And my other head soon swam in a mouthful of
my semen.
	Marie waited until my penis stopped twitching before pulling off.   She
looked up at me through those long beautiful lashes and smiled a tight
lipped smile.  I don't think I  smiled back, because I don't think I had the
strength.  She then turned her head to Margie, and they brought their faces
together for a kiss.
	Even in my endorphinated state, I could tell Margie was trying to suck all
my sperm out of Marie's mouth.  But our new friend had other plans.  She
pulled her head back, and up to mine.  And damn if her lips didn't taste as
good as they felt and looked.  We kissed for a while before I realized she
was sharing my own cum with me.  I had tasted my own cum in pussy before,
but this was pure.
	At any other time, I would have balked.  But Marie had cast a spell that
was too powerful to deny.  The two women put their heads down on my chest
and stomach and kissed a little, waiting for me to come back down.
	When Marie had determined that my breathing and heart rate were coming back
down to near normal she stirred.  Margie and I watched wide-eyed, as she
stood before us.  I was hoping she wasn't abandoning us for another couple,
and I was sure Margie felt the same.
	But she stood up, and undid those beautiful jeans.  She slid them off her
oh-so-sexy hips and down her luscious legs.  All the while, I don't think
she broke eye-contact with me.  Beneath the jeans, she wore black stockings,
attached to a lacy black garter belt, underneath a matching g-string.
	"Turnabout is fair play," she whispered, as she held out her hand to
Margie.  "Don't you agree?"  How could I disagree?  I couldn't wait to bury
my face in her pussy, just to try to make her feel what she had done for me.
  Margie stood up, and slid around behind, putting her hands on Marie's hips
and her chin on Marie's shoulder.  Margie, my hereto straight wife, gave me
a wicked smile and then started kissing Marie's neck.  My wife's left hand
went up to caress a breast.  Her right hand went south, to hook a finger in
the g-string.
	Marie locked her half-closed eyes on mine, and licked her lips.  I could
feel my own member recovering, and refilling with blood.  "Are you ready?"
she asked.  All I could do was nod.
	Margie's left hand joined the right on Marie's hips, fingers sliding past
the garter belt, slipping underneath the strings of the flimsy panty.  Her
thumb hooked onto the material and ever so slowly started edging it down.
Marie's hands had gone back up to her hard, dark nipples, pinching them
slowly.  I trembled.  I was ready to explode.  I couldn't think.
	I also couldn't wait.  I closed in, kissing the skin around her navel.
Closing my eyes and inhaling the scent that was Marie.  I started kissing my
way south, feeling the short curly hair of her pubes brushing against my
chin.  I could hear Margie's wet kisses on Marie's neck, and I sensed that
the g-string was no longer a barrier between me and heaven.  I continued to
kiss down, waiting to find the first trace of moisture, and that first taste
of clit.
	When I felt something poke me in the throat, I stopped.  I opened my eyes,
and slowly pulled back.  It was.  It was a cock.  It stuck straight out from
where the pussy should be.  It curved ever so slightly to Marie's left, and
I thought for a moment it was a strap-on.  But when it twitched, there was
no doubt it was real.
	I looked up, confused.  Marie said nothing, just smiled with anticipation.
I made eye-contact with Margie, looking for an explanation, guidance.  She
gave me the latter, by mouthing directions: "do it."
	Not knowing what else to do, I did.  I leaned in again, pursing my lips to
kiss the head.  Upon contact, Marie shivered.  Thus encouraged, I kissed it
again, this time bringing my left hand up to grasp it at the base, my thumb
reaching out and stroking Marie's testicles.  I opened my mouth slightly and
started in, letting my lips touch as much of it as possible.
	While I had never done this before, I had had enough blow jobs myself to
understand the fundamentals.  Marie's cock was long and thin, and as penises
go, was good looking.  It was warm in my mouth, warm but dry.  It was hard,
yet pliable.  And before I knew it, my nose was touching the skin and short
hair of lovely Marie's lower belly.
	As reason made a brief return, I gagged, and pulled back, looking up for
more instruction.  Marie made a soft, hushing sound.  Margie pulled on of
her hands away from Marie's breasts and touched my cheek.  "It's okay," she
whispered.  "Try again."  And so I did.
	I deep throated her again, this time without gagging.  It was a completely
alien sensation, having this throbbing, living thing in my mouth.  But it
was one I was slowly getting used to.  Someone's hand went through my hair,
and started nudging me into a rhythm: slow forward, slow back.  As I picked
up the rhythm, we picked up the pace.  I could hear Marie's breathing
quicken along with my motion.
	The hand left my hair as I felt Marie's weight shift.   I heard her take
several short, sharp intakes of breath, as I sped up.  I assumed Margie was
holding Marie steady as I performed my task.
	My right hand went around to Marie's ass, and I cradled it.  Her skin was
smooth and soft, and in any other situation, would probably be described as
cool.  But here and now, it was hot.  I held my hand there, more for
emotional support for the two of us than for any kind of physical support.
That was Margie's job at this moment.
	My left hand left her cock, and without any orders from me, slid up and
down her stocking-clad legs, caressing the skin, stopping at the apogee to
fondle her balls before sliding back down the other leg.
	My neck and jaw were just staring to ache, when I felt a tremor in those
balls.  A millisecond later, my mouth was filled with heat.  Marie cried out
and fell backward, only Margie preventing her from hitting the ground.  I
was shocked by the suddenness of the orgasm.  Not having been on the
receiving end of a male ejaculation, the quick departure of her cock from my
mouth set me even more off balance.  I had a quick flash of a baby being
pulled away from a nipple.
	But my mouth was filled, and I swallowed, involuntarily, before I realized
what was in there.  There really wasn't a taste, I noticed as it went down
my throat, but there was an aftertaste.  It was reminiscent of my own cum,
given to me by Marie, but tangier, almost spicy.
	I looked up to see Margie slowly lowering Marie to the ground.  Carefully
cradling the near-naked body, with her own.  Marie's mouth was open and her
eyes were closed.  Her breathing was shallow, and quick.  Margie's eye were
closed too, her hands stroking Marie's hair, her arms slowly rocking the
spent woman.
	It was then that I started looking around the room.  Everyone present that
day was gathered around, watching us.  Normally, that was a no-no.  This
Club wasn't meant to be a peepshow.  You could watch other pairings, but
gawking was out.
	That's when I noticed the other unusual activity.  Instead of boy-girl
pairs, there was boy-girl, girl-girl and even a couple of boy-boy couples.
Diane sat on the floor, leaning back into the arms of that buxom redhead.
The redhead's hand was between Diane's legs.  Stan was on the floor on the
other side of us, giving a very slow sensual message to another man.  And
all around the room, everyone's eyes were on us.
	I felt very exposed and a tad bit ashamed.  But that disappeared when Stan
winked at me, and leaned in to kiss his new boyfriend.
	My gaze traveled back to my partners.  Margie had her back against a couch,
Marie nestled in her arms.  She whispered to me, "That was...incredible."
	Marie's eyes fluttered open at the words.  She smiled at me, and pointed to
my crouch, where my cock was rock hard again.  "Give me a few minutes and
you can fuck me too."  She wetted her lips again, and continued, "Give me a
few minutes after that, and I'll fuck you too."
	I felt my asshole pucker, and I realized, I wanted her to.

EPILOGUE

	It's funny how people's tastes and desires change.  Just by taking a
different way home, you can find yourself wanting to change everything about
yourself.
	Diane and Stan realized they both wanted even more experimentation.  But
they knew many members of our little family might resist change.  When they
met Maria, they invited her to the party, warning only a few members they
felt were ready for something different.
	Somehow they knew Margie was looking for a different avenue.  Somehow they
knew I would go along with it.
	Today, there is more same-sex activity in the Club.  Stan is very bisexual,
and takes great care to indoctrinate other men into the fold.  He is the
only man that Diane will sleep with, as she has found that she prefers the
touch of another woman.
	At least, this is what I hear.  Margie tells me this anyway, when I see
her.  She too has found comfort with another woman.  We're still best of
friends, and she does occasionally stop by for fun on old times sake with me
and Marie.