There I was, a young, somewhat newly married woman standing in front of "Encounters," a swingers club for couples and singles, more specifically a club for "discreet couples and singles" or at least that's what their online slogan had read. I clutched my small white leather bag in my hand and nervously looked down at my wedding ring, twisting it in a circle with my thumb.
I had been asking my husband to accompany to a club like this for months. I didn't expect our passion to wane so early in our marriage. It made me sad, but more than anything it had me craving the attention of another man.
It seemed like just a couple days after we exchanged vows and returned from our honeymoon that my husband was offered a promotion with a new office. They even sprung for a new desk and, you guessed it, his very own sexy secretary with coppery red hair, a little too much blush (in my opinion,) and a bounce in her step that told me one thing: she was getting fucked 6 ways from Sunday by my husband.
Maybe it was the way she averted her eyes and bit her bottom lip when I walked in to surprise my husband with lunch or maybe it was the way he seemed to lose himself in some kind of fantasy world when he was fucking me, like his body was there but his mind wasn't. Or it could be the way I would walk into a room and he wouldn't even "see" me. But I knew. A woman always knows.
Last night I had the house to myself. He had another one of his late nights "at work." I made the decision right then that I was going to do something for me. Maybe it was childish but maturity has never been my strong point. I was going to get some attention of my own. I was going to make HIM wonder for once. I would go out around seven the following evening without leaving a note and, hopefully, I would come home smelling like a two dollar whore.
The excitement of the thought alone made me wet. I knew I wanted to get fucked, I wanted someone to want me, I wanted to please a man I didn't even know, I wanted to be nothing but three holes for his sucking and fucking pleasure. I wanted him to go home and imagine ME when he fucked his wife.
As I did my research on swingers clubs I couldn't help but chuckle at thinking how proud my husband would be. I'm usually the more impulsive of the two of us. Reading reviews and ratings was more his thing. I picked restaurants and activities on a whim. But I knew I didn't want to take the time to date; I am a married woman after all. However, I wanted to be sure the place I chose was at least clean and as the slogan at Encounters read "discreet."
I didn't think this was the best way for a marriage to start out, but I wasn't willing to give up on my husband just yet either. I thought a little fun might take away some of the bitterness I was feeling towards him. I wanted to have a secret all my very own. I wanted him to look into my eyes and wonder what it was that I was thinking about. I wanted to turn the tables.
Since the day I started puberty men have stared. My nickname in school was bubble butt. I've always had thicker thighs, a round ass and round tits with what I have been told are perfect nipples. I like to keep my black hair long and a little wild. It's a nice compliment to my round baby face. I had my pick of boys in high school and I could make most of my male teachers do whatever I wanted. I loved the way men would look at me.
Even though I had a wild side I was a good girl when it came to men. I seemed to always be caught up in a long term monogamous relationship. I still did my share of experimenting with the men I was with but cheating had never been anything more than a thrilling fantasy.
After I finished my research on clubs, even reading all of the reviews, I poured myself a glass of wine and toasted the air, already shaking with excitement for tomorrow.
"Cheers to a night of new experiences!" I said. The words once spoken aloud to no one but myself made me feel a little sad. I wished my husband was there with me. The thought of him and that red head left a sick feeling in my stomach. I drained my glass in about two swallows and the sick feeling was replaced almost immediately with butterflies. I closed my laptop and went to bed.
That night I dreamed I was in an outdoor market. I was picking fresh fruit and vegetables: apples, oranges, bananas and carrots so vibrantly colored it was as if my dream had a filter on it. I dropped an orange and reached down to pick it up. I felt someone staring at me so I opened my eyes with my head still between my legs and there were three different men behind me.
All three of them were staring right at my exposed ass and pussy. My dream self was wearing a short dress and apparently forgot her panties. With them staring my thighs got a familiar tingle and my pussy was throbbing. They were much older men, dirty old men.
It was then that I dropped all of my fruit and as the apples and oranges rolled away I happily got on my hands and knees, propping my ass high in the air just for them. I crawled around like a little slut taking my time to retrieve each bit of fruit as my pussy started to drip with wetness.
I turned around and looked over my shoulder, the three men had multiplied and there were easily 15-20 all watching and pointing. Some had begun to rub their cocks through their pants. I was dripping with anticipation and dizzy from all of the attention. "Please fuck me. Take turns with me!" I thought to myself desperately.
I rolled over and the sun was right in my face. I couldn't believe I had woken up! I squinted my eyes at the early morning light and felt for my husband. He had already left for work. Or did he even come home?
That sick feeling that was beginning to feel like a familiar fucked up friend returned. But not today! I wasn't going to let him take this day from me. I had my club picked out and now I just had to find a couple of ways to fill my day.
I considered briefly taking out one of my toys or putting my fingers in my pussy and finishing my fantasy from my dream but I smiled as I thought to myself: I am going to save it, save all of it for the lucky man (or maybe men if my dream was any indicator of the future.) I would give them all of it. Every last drop of my cum and all of these pent up feelings of wanting to be desired.
For some reason my mind flashed to that cute little red head, my husband's adorable secretary who wore too much makeup. Fuck her. I thought. Today was my day. My special day, leading up to my fun-dick-filled night. That's the spirit. I told myself. Now, where do I start?
I bounced out to the kitchen. Fuck you Eeyore, Tigger's back! I smiled as I hit brew on the Keurig. I stripped off my panties and my new Star Wars tank. I left a little trail of my clothing from the kitchen to the shower. He hates when I don't pick up my clothes. Funny thing is when we were dating he thought it was cute. Shortly after marriage and then his promotion he began to find it irritating.
I stopped and looked in the mirror at my tan skin and curvy figure. My ass was so big and round, it really was a sight to behold. I always felt so fortunate that I was gifted with the tits AND the ass. I sort of felt bad for girls who were given one but not the other or even worse, none at all.
My shower was quick because I knew I'd take another right before leaving for the club. I threw on a comfy sun dress, tossed my messy black hair on top of my head and secured it with a hair tie, added a little lip gloss some flip flops and poured my coffee in a to-go cup. I silenced the ringer on my phone; I knew one call from him and I would change my mind. All I had to do was hear his voice and I'd have second thoughts.
I was out the door and headed for south Phoenix. There was a lingerie shop in a slightly shady neighborhood I had always wanted to try. My husband always said, "it looks scary from the outside and who knows what goes on inside." Well, I was about to find out.
I pulled into the parking lot. First thing I noticed was how clean it was. Absolutely no litter anywhere. It was as if someone who worked there had the same thought as me: "trash in the parking lot would make this a trashy place" and made it their mission to keep it clean. I was nervous to go in but the excitement was a welcome feeling over the neglect and sadness that seemed to be dominating my life those past few months. I felt intoxicated with empowerment and new experiences.
