It was our first time to go to a swinger's club. We had talked about it at length and it was something we both really wanted to try. So finally we made plans to go on Saturday night. The place was not at all what I had expected. It was like a very classy night club. There were bold dark drapes and dark polished wood everywhere. The only lighting was from candles that glittered from each table.
The couples were mostly of an older age group than Sam and I. There were a few that seemed to be in the same twenty something group as us, though. Everyone was dressed nice. The ladies were in dresses and skirts, all of which were short and revealing. The men all wore business casual. I was instantly relieved. I had been very uncomfortable in the outfit that Sam had picked for me. I was in a very short, black skirt made of thin material that swished around my thighs as I walked, and a emerald green silk blouse that showed off a lot more cleavage than I was used to showing. Sam also fit in perfectly. You would swear that he just came out of a business luncheon.
We were greeted at the door by an older gentleman that informed us that he was Bert, the owner of the club. We introduced ourselves and Bert checked our reservations. "I see this is your first time here. We have a policy that all first time visitors may be set with some of the club regulars if they like. It seems to help them break the ice. Would you like to try that?"
Sam and I looked at each other. It seemed that our biggest fear was going to be easy to overcome. Neither of us could figure out how to approach total strangers in a place like this. Now we wouldn't have to. Bert was going to arrange it for us. "Do we get to pick who we will sit with?" Leave it to Sam to think clearly at a time like this.
"Well, usually we don't do things that way, but I don't think that there is a single couple in here tonight that would be disappointed if you wanted to sit with them, so why not. I will walk you around a bit and point out some regular patrons and you stop me when you see someone interesting." The compliment made me blush a bit. I was used to stares toward my husband and myself, but usually people were not so bold as to openly say how attractive we were.
Bert led us through the club explaining which couples were which and some intimate details that he knew about each. There were Ron and Linda, in their mid thirties, both were aggressive and liked to be in control. Then there were Kevin and Shelia, a forty year old couple that had a fixation on shoes. At this point I looked down at my own feet, having never thought of them as a selling point before. Next there was Jesse and Clara. I knew before the little details that these were the people we would be sitting with tonight. They were in their twenties, both were professionals of some type, Bert wasn't sure in what business. Jesse was about 5'7" and 190lbs. He had dark wavy hair and sparkling eyes. He also had what some people would call a boyish face. Clara was small, only about 5'2" with long brown hair. She had huge brown eyes and a petite build. Bert informed us that they were both actively bisexual and only looked for other couples that were the same way.
"I think we would get along very well with them." I couldn't keep the playful smile off of my lips. Bert must have understood and gave a knowing grin back to me. He walked us up to their table. Shortly after our first few steps it was clear that they knew that we were approaching them. Both of them stared intently and made no move to cover the fact that they were checking us out. I was almost too nervous to keep walking. Then, they both stood up and started to smile. I relaxed a bit and started smiling myself as introductions were made.
"This is Sam and Crystal. Tonight is there first visit and I thought that you might entertain them. You know kind of show them the ropes of the club." That grin was back on Bert's face again. I was sure that they had some how passed secret knowledge between them with saying a word. "I will return with some drinks for everyone. What will it be Sam?" Before my husband could answer, Jesse suggested that since in was our first time out we should celebrate with some champagne. "Sounds like a good plan." Bert agreed, and he was off.
The booth that we were sitting in was more like a couch with a table in front of it. Jesse sat on one side by his wife. I sat next to her and then Sam sat beside me. The champagne was brought back and opened for us. The bitterness surprised my tongue at first but it was good. We talked a little about our jobs and families. Conversation seemed to come easily enough but it was as if we were all avoiding taboo subjects. I started feeling out of place and nervous again, so I excused myself to go to the restroom. Clara offered to show me the way.
We walked around the crowded bar and I couldn't help but notice all the heads, male and female, that turned to admire us. Clara swayed her hips as she walked and smiled flirtatiously. As we entered the restroom, I went to the mirrors and tried to touch up my lipstick. Clara walked up behind me until she could see my reflection in the mirror and pressed her body against my back. "Don't worry about your make up...you look great. It will just get messed up again later." We both laughed and she stepped away from me.
"I'm sorry if Sam and I are boring you guys. We are just unsure of what to say and do. If you would rather us move to another table I would understand." I watched her straighten her garter belt and stocking in the full-length mirror. "Don't be silly. You are both doing every thing perfect. If either of you had acted pushy, like some of the first timers that come in here, we would have already asked you to leave. Besides, you and Sam look absolutely delicious. I feel honored that you chose to sit with us. We are trying really hard to show you that you don't have to feel uncomfortable. I would hate to scare you guys off."
"You have no idea how much better that makes me feel. This whole time I thought you two were being tight lipped because you didn't want things to go in a more personal direction. I know that I wouldn't mind opening up a bit. "
"In that case maybe we should let the men know that we are ready to step up the pace a bit." Clara giggled and called me closer to her so we could make our conspiratorial plans After several minutes had passed we both left the restroom and tried to act like nothing had passed between us. It was hard to not grin knowing what we planed on doing the rest of the evening to tease our husbands.
When we arrived back at our booth, the men had scooted closer together so that they could hear each other over the crowd. I'm not sure if they were aware of it, but they looked like lovers whispering in each other's ears. I couldn't suppress a little giggle at that thought and Clara turned to shush me. We couldn't let them have any idea about our little plan. Both men stood as we arrived and we took our spots together on the couch. The original bottle of champagne was finished and we ordered more drinks. When we had endured as much boring talk of high performance cars between the guys as we could, Clara decided to put our plan in motion.
"You have beautiful lips, Crystal. I bet they could make Jesse quiver if I showed you exactly where to put them." I feigned shock just like I was supposed to. I gulped down a drink to cover myself. Both men had eyes as big as saucers. I saw the slight elbow that Jesse delivered to Clara and had to drink again to keep from giggling.
As fate would have it, at that exact moment, the DJ decided to play a seductive R & B song and several patrons were doing a bump and grind on the dance floor. It was a nice show, but I had other plans. I started moving my body to the beet of the music. I tried to look as erotic as possible and could feel several eyes on me. Suddenly I stopped and asked Clara to dance with me. Sam and Jesse both jumped out of their seats to let us out on the dance floor. We moved hand and hand until we found a clear spot. Then we danced fluidly to the rhythm. I watched the men out of the corner of my eye as I turned my back to Clara. She wrapped her arms around my waist and ran her hands up and down my body.
