It had been a week since my friend Emily and I had experienced one of the most exciting nights of our lives, a night when we visited a local swinger's club. The week finally passed but it felt more like a month because all I could think about, every minute of each day was going back. Emily had told me that night, when I dropped her off at her apartment that I was to call her the following weekend so we could go back for more. The entire week, flashbacks of Emily having sex with a couple we met that night ran through my mind continuously. I found I was now consumed to discover what she wanted to do for an encore.
Unfortunately, we both had to work Friday night making Saturday the day I nervously called her. My palms were sweating as I held the phone waiting for her to pick up the phone. I was concerned that she might have had a change of heart as the week passed with thoughts of regret about what she had done that night at the club. My heart raced when I heard her soft voice answer the phone.
"So, are you ready for another adventure?" I asked, fighting to keep my voice from cracking with anxiety.
"I was wondering when you were going to call. I've been thinking about what happened last weekend all week. I was afraid you might have felt guilty and decide not to call" She said this with a tone that was expecting me to say I couldn't go.
She couldn't be more wrong.
"Are you kidding? All I can think about is seeing you lying on your back with your legs around Jim as he was fucking you! You have no idea how exciting that was to watch!! That and thinking about you playing with a woman for the first time that night, too. You have no idea how much that meant to me, you letting me watch you." Saying this was an understatement.
"I don't know if I would ever have done what happened that night without you being there. It was incredible what happened and I have you to thank for that. It was such a rush!" I could hear the excitement in her voice; I sensed that visions of that pleasurable night were going through her head.
"So, I guess you are ready to go back?" I asked, excitedly.
"Yes!" This was all she said, all she needed to say. My heart raced faster.
"I was hoping you would say that!" I paused a brief moment than said, "I'm curious though, I know a lot of things happened that night but is there anything that stands out for you?"
She paused a minute, thinking. Then said, "I think when I came while being on top of him. Feeling Sasha touch me while fucking her husband was too much. I haven't got off that hard in a long time."
If I had been touching myself when she said that, I could have cum right then and there.
She continued, "But, even though it was stupid of me not to wear a condom, as we drove home that night I loved feeling his cum running out of me. I was so turned-on when he fucked me that last time; I wanted to feel him get off inside me. I shouldn't have done it, but I don't regret it either. I loved feeling that!!"
"Humph!!" I groaned loudly. I loved hearing that she enjoyed feeling it as much as I enjoyed watching.
"So, have you had any fantasies or desires that you've thought about this week? Things you would want to happen for real?" I asked anxiously.
"Yeah!" She paused a few second, then said, "I want more!"
She never elaborated specifically on what 'more' was. As had happened last week, my curiosity heightened. However, before I could explore the issue any further, she abruptly said, "Pick me up at eleven tonight! Okay?"
"I'll see you at eleven!"
As I hung up the phone, I couldn't believe how lucky I was. I stood in the middle of my living room, shaking my fists in the air as if my favorite team had just made the winning score in the Super Bowl.
The hours passing until 11:00 PM hit felt like an eternity. It was a sense of relief when I finally knocked on Emily's door to pick her up. She smiled warmly when she answered and as usual she looked lovely, her shoulder length, sandy blond hair falling to the side of her face. She had soft, lightly tanned skin wearing just a slight touch of make-up; not much needed because she had that type of attractiveness where little was needed in the first place.
As she did last weekend, she dressed conservatively wearing nice forming slacks that highlighted her perfect, tight little bottom. But, unlike last week when she wore a loose shirt that hid her features, tonight she wore a tightly fitting shirt that fully enhanced the subtle curvature of her natural breasts. A breast size that I knew from experience fit perfectly into the palms of a lucky person's hands. She had that 'girl next door' look, but unlike most 26-year-old women, she had a sexual appetite that could match or surpass any man she would ever meet.