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Part One
Hand-in-hand, Cathy and I walked quickly through the parking lot and to the door. We were half an hour late, and it was an unseasonably cold night. From the outside, the building appeared to be a warehouse. I wouldn’t have been certain that we were in the right place if not for the bouncer outside the door. As we approached, I turned to Cathy and asked if she was nervous. She nodded and said, “But excited too.”
She’d said nothing at all during the ride here, and neither had I. We’d talked about this so often in the weeks prior that there was nothing left to say. At this point I felt prepared, though in truth I did not know much about tonight’s proceedings beyond the address and the time. Cathy had heard about this event from a friend, who recommended it highly, but when we RSVP’d by email, few details were provided in response. Cathy and I had been together nearly a year now, and it was easily the best relationship of my life. We clicked in every way, including sexually. We were both very open sexually, and we’d attended a couple of swinger’s parties before this. Tonight, however, would be the furthest we’d ventured from convention.
“Hello. Cathy and Brian Dellmont,” I said, announcing our names to the bouncer. He peered at an iPad, reviewing what I assumed was a guest list, and finding our names, waved us along. “Enjoy yourselves,” he said.
I opened the door and held it for Cathy. We entered a large front room, with two grand doors on the opposite side, which I assumed led to the main hall. A blonde woman sat behind a desk. She wore a black blouse and a tight black mini-skirt. On the left of her chest was a badge that read “Staff” and below that “Ericka.” She appeared to be in her mid-twenties, a few years younger than Cathy. She stood and welcomed us. Then she looked at Cathy and said, “Ladies first. You may go through.”
Cathy smiled at me sheepishly and opened the door to the main room. I could see that on the other side there was a large hall with many tables throughout and a long bar at the back. A number of people were scattered about. The door shut. “We’ll have to go through the check-in procedure with you, Sir,” Ericka said.
She gestured to her right and said, “If you’ll please go through the door on your left here.”
“Of course,” I said and walked a few paces to this other door. Through the door was a small room, virtually a large closet, where a woman was seated on a chair. There was nothing else in the room except for a set of drawers at her side. She was brunette and perhaps closer to Cathy’s age, but she wore the same black uniform as the previous woman and also had a staff badge on her chest. She stood and approached me. “You look very handsome in that tux,” she said.
I laughed. “I think you’re being generous," I said.
I was not accustomed to such formal wear and felt slightly uneasy, but it was required for tonight’s event. Cathy had chosen a beautiful blue gown, which she looked considerably more comfortable in than I did in this tuxedo, and for my money, much sexier too. She had gorgeous long legs that showed through a deep slit in the gown’s hemline that ran almost to her hip. She had a fabulously curvy body that I idolized.
But right at this moment I was not thinking about her. The staff person came closer to me and said, “No, it’s true. You look very good.”
She placed her hand on my crotch and began to massage my groin. I was surprised but not shocked. I did know this would be a swinger’s event of sorts. The brunette dropped to her knees and unzipped my trousers, quickly taking my cock into her mouth. She pulled on it with her mouth in a workman-like fashion, and in a minute or so I was fully erect. Now she surprised me. She reached into a drawer and pulled from it a roll of measuring tape. She smiled at me and placed the tape along the top of my cock and noted the result. Next she wrapped it around the thickest portion of my cock and again took a moment to note the result. As she took the measurements, I could see for myself that my cock was 4.6 inches in length and 4.3 inches in girth. I, of course, knew this already, but I was slightly embarrassed for this strange woman to know it. She then returned my cock to my briefs and zipped my trousers. She reached into the drawer again and removed a roll of red, circular stickers. She peeled one off and placed it on the lapel of my jacket.
“You must wear this sticker at all times. If you remove it, you will be escorted from the premises by security,” she said as she lifted her arm and waved me towards the door.
“Have a wonderful night,” she said.
I could feel my cock quickly softening as I made my way to the door. I was again in the front room where Ericka sat behind the desk. There were no other guests waiting, but I assumed this was because of our late arrival. “Please go on ahead,” Ericka said.
Finally I entered the main room. I looked around for Cathy, but I did not see her. I imagined she’d gone to the bathroom or perhaps into one of the many rooms connected to the hallroom. There were many doorways with velvet curtains obscuring what was behind them. In the hall itself, I estimated there were about 25 or 30 people, some gathered at tables and about a dozen lingering at the bar. It was an attractive crowd, ranging in age from mid-twenties to early 40s, from what I could see.
At this point my curiosity was irrepressible, so I made my way to the first velvet curtain to my right. I pushed aside the curtain and entered a foyer area. Another staff person, again a woman, stood between two doors. I asked her what was behind the doors.
“You must enter to find out,” she said.
I reached for the knob of the door to the right side of her, but she quickly put up her hand. “You must go into that room” she said, pointing to the other door.
“Ok,” I said, and I entered the door to her left. The room inside slightly resembled the interrogation rooms so often seen on police television dramas. There were a few rows of chairs, and two gentlemen already seated. They appeared to be in their mid-30s and both had red stickers on their lapels. They faced a large mirror, which I knew immediately was a two-way mirror, providing a view into the room immediately adjacent to this one. In that room there were also several rows of chairs, but perpendicular to the chairs in this room. Six women sat in these chairs, but they did not face us. They faced a single man sitting at a lone chair in the front of the room.
I knew this man was not staff, for he wore a tuxedo and had a blue sticker on his lapel. His trousers, however, were around his ankles, and he was slowly stroking his cock, which I noticed was quite larger than my own. The women watched him carefully. I took a seat and surveyed the other room for my wife. She was not one of them. After a minute, a tall, black-haired woman in the front row raised her gown and spread her legs, revealing her pussy. She had thick, dark lips, her pubic hair trimmed neatly along them. Though the rooms were separated, we were still quite close, and I could see her pussy was quite wet.
I heard a rustling behind me, and turned to see that one of them in my room had begun stroking himself. He must have begun quietly when I sat down, because even at a quick glance I could see he was very hard. His cock was similar to mine in length, if not a bit longer, but it was exceedingly thin, perhaps under four inches in circumference. This made me feel a little more comfortable with my own standing.
The black-haired woman began to slam two fingers into herself, making a loud slopping sound. She sunk lower in her chair and spread her legs wider, revealing her asshole. The man at the front of the room cursed in excitement. After a few moments the black-haired woman let out a long groan, and a stream was expelled from her pussy. I’d never seen a woman squirt before, and it was quite a sight. She leaned her head back and moaned, but then stood up and approached the man in the chair.
She placed her left foot on the seat of his chair and exposed herself to him. She leaned close and said to him, “Did you know why I squirted? Because I was looking at your big fucking cock. I love it. That’s why I’m talking to you right now, that’s why I want you to see my cunt, because your cock is big.”
The man said in an exhale, “Oh God.” His cockhead was nearly purple at this point. She reached down and grabbed him by the wrists, pulling his hands away from his cock. She then began stroking his cock with both her hands. “Look how it fills up my hands,” she said.
I don’t know who, but another woman in the room called out, “Measure it.” At this the staff person outside the door came in, walked to the front of the room, and handed the black-haired woman a roll of measuring tape. The black-haired woman said to the man, “Stand up.”
She placed the tape along the top of his cock and turned to the five other women and said, “A little over seven inches.” Next she measured its girth and again announced to the others, “Five and a quarter.”
She put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him back into a seated position. She stroked his cock furiously. “I want to watch this cock cum. I want to make that cum travel up this long shaft. That cum’s got a long way to go, baby. Bet it comes out in big spurts, doesn’t it? Show me. Oh God, it’s making my cunt wet just to be near your dick.”
With this the man came, as the black-haired woman imagined, in several thick spurts. Her right hand, which was nearest his cock head, was covered in white cream. She raised her thumb and licked it clean. She opened her mouth to show the man a long streak of cum on her tongue and then swallowed it. She looked behind her, and two women quickly raised their hands. She approached each of the two in turn, and each licked one of the black-haired woman’s fingers clean and swallowed the man’s cum. He watched, saying over and over again, “Holy fuck.”
I was stunned, and it seemed so was the man who’d just came. I wondered if he’d been here before. Certainly a few of the women seemed familiar with the proceedings around here. A few of them stood and left the room, including the black-haired woman. In a moment she entered our room. I’ll admit I was intimidated by her. She walked up to man behind me who’d been playing with himself. She hiked up her skirt and placed her hand at the back of his head and pulled his head between her legs. She said, “Suck my clit, Ben, and keep your head right there so I don’t have to see that skinny thing of yours. It’ll kill the mood.”
It was clear they came here together. I, for one, was glad she was not my partner. I was surprised by the tone of the evening so far. Though I hadn’t known what to expect, I certainly did not expect what I’d seen already. The second man in the room appeared content to watch, and the black-haired woman did not seem to mind. Myself, I thought I could use a drink, and I hoped to find Cathy. I left the room.
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