I was in heat again. I could feel the urges building up and my thoughts drifting to dark sensual images of sexual abandon. The craving to indulge in a very deep hedonistic experience of total sexual abandon.
I am a divorced, professional, middle aged woman with 2 college aged children. I had a nice career, with a nice income. I had no material complaints. I was 49 years old, five foot two inches and 140lbs. That sounds a bit heavy, but those pounds were in all the right places. C cups in a size four dress and athletic legs – I ran. I was built for fun. Not the super model thin but rather I was a woman who went to bed for Olympic style sex – lots of events. Since my divorce sex had been sporadic, mostly around those times when I just got so horny I had to have some. Then I would dress a little slutty, head to a local club, look available and pick the one I wanted to take home. It was mostly routine sex. Fun, transient and sometimes satisfying but I always felt like I had needs that were never met.
My sex drive had been on the rise recently and the age of internet porn had graphically illustrated for me the ways a woman could enjoy herself that only a decade ago was simply rumor or scandal. Browsing through the videos I came upon one of a women who fucked for over 20 men. I was captivated, how could she walk the next day?? I watched the video over and over, she was built like me and she was voracious. A man would mount her, her legs would go over their thighs and she would urge them to fuck her hard and fast. All the while she sucked on any cock near her face.
This wasn't a professional video; this was purely homemade. She was the eager participant. When one guy finished in her, she would pivot her body to put her legs opened to the next man to fuck her. She was in charge. She had cum all over her face, her body glistened from sweat and cum and the cum dripping out of her was amazing.
I couldn't get that video out of my head. She was suddenly my total slut role model.
Frankly the idea absolutely captivated me – but it terrified me too. The idea of having a lot of men who craved my body and who I eagerly wanted in me send me into erotic day dreams. To feel a man climaxing inside me and then to have that man replaced by another eager to again cum in me was so hot.
But I would be one women among all those men. If they decided to do anything they wanted with me there would be nothing I could do. I was not sure I was ready to put myself at that much risk. A mob of horny men can do a lot a damage to a woman. They key I decided was to get the "right" kind of men, only to realize that was kind of trying to find a herd of unicorns at the strip mall.
But I had no idea how to find men for a gang bang. I pondered this and shelved the idea as a fantasy never to be realized. One night, cruising on the net I ran across a swingers web site. On the web site there was a link to a retreat for couples and single women. I used an anonymous email address and asked about the rules and understandings. The owners wrote back a very nice reply explaining their site was a private club open to members to enjoy as they saw fit. Once a month that had an event where people could join and play if they chose. There was no obligation to participate and nudity was optional. The next weekend was three weeks away.
After work on Friday I jumped in the car for the almost three hour drive. I had the small bag in the back seat, the destination in my GPS and a full tank of gas. I was set.
I packed lightly. I have my favorite five-inch strappy sandals, a demicup bra and matching thong. I opened the glove box and pulled out the plain brown package I had placed there in the morning. A bottle of lubricant and a set of fur lined hand cuffs. The cuffs were an impulse buy. Not sure what I planned to do with the pink fuzzy handcuffs but just knowing I had them excited me.
I arrived at the address, a non-descript house off a quiet road. Frankly I was a bit alarmed. Was this the real thing or was I getting in over my head. I parked next to about five other cars and headed to the door. Jeans a tee shirt and runners didn't portray the lust I was in but made me feel safer. I hesitated at the door for a while and almost turned around but eventually I knocked.
The door was answered by a woman much like myself, similar age and build, blond hair and a touch too much makeup. She smiled warmly at me and I introduced myself.
"Sandy" she said as she held out her hand. "Jeanette" I replied as we shook.
"I called about and event here I found on the internet" I stated. How do you ask a total stranger if this is where sluts can get fucked all night??
She laughed. "Yes, it is honey. We are a swingers club and love single women visitors." She stepped aside and let me enter. Sandy showed me around her place. The main floor was just like any house but with mostly couches and overs stuffed chairs. A small kitchen, clean and neat.
"I think you want to see the upstairs, don't you?" she asked in a leading fashion.
I nodded. Climbing a steep flight of steps, a short hall let to a series of rooms. The first room was two large beds – that's all. The second was mattresses covering the entire floor.
"Room one is for couples or groups who want privacy. They will close the door when they are occupied. Room two is for those who like to join in or to play in public. Room three is for a more adventurous type and room four for is for submissive and their dominants." I noticed that room three was a room with no lights at all, a padded floor and what looked like a few oddly placed walls. I later discovered it was called dark room. Room four held a couple of what looked like thrones and a small bar – I was confused and it must have showed.
"Let's go downstairs and chat before the regulars get here," said Sandy.
Sitting at the kitchen table she began to tell me the rules.
"We get all kinds of people here. Mostly couples but occasional single women. We limit the number of single men so we have a nice balance of women to men. In here - no means no. If you don't want their attention say no – and they will leave you alone. If they don't, tell anybody and Bill will send them home. I guess you have never been to a swing club before" asked Sandy.
"No. But I read a lot about it. I really want to try it. I can't seem to ever get enough" I confessed.
A reassuring chuckle from Sandy "that won't be a problem here" she said. "There are condoms in bowls in all the rooms."
"Are you from around here?"
"No – I drove almost 3 hours to get here."
"We have a room in the back you can rent. $30 and it has two locks on the door if you don't want to drive home."
"Thank you so much. I was wondering if I should go get a room someplace nearby and come back in a bit."
The offer appealed to me. It saved me so much running around.
"Let's go look at it. Why don't you get your bag on the way?"
We stepped outside and I pulled my overnight bag and hand bag out of the car and followed Sandy. Around the side there was a flight of steps up to a door with a small light on. Sandy went up and unlocked the door.
The room as neat, homey, clean and smelled fresh and airy.
"I keep the windows open a crack. I hate the smell of a musty room," she said.
