This story could have ended up in more than one categories. For me the main theme here is a forced-upon initiation, hence the category NonConsent/Reluctance. There was another version of this story available. Due to too many mistakes I've replaced it. I apology to any reader for whom this might have been annoying. Anyway, I wish all readers a happy reading!
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We arrived at the house at the appointed hour. It was a Friday evening. My wife Demi and I were invited to a special night with our friends Paul and Chantal, at their resident. We would be introduced to a circle of close friends. Being introduced meaning getting acquainted very intimately.
For a long time me and my girl had fantasized together about extra matrimonial activities of the sexual kind. As much as we were dying to explore these forbidden grounds with a couple we felt at ease with, and who were attractive to the both of us on a purely physical level as well, we did not want to jeopardize a good friendship. About a month ago, after thinking this through for the umpteenth time I had hinted to my close friend Paul that we were into something out of the ordinary in our relation.
I could not have come to a better person. Paul convinced me that these thoughts are o so familiar. Both he and Chantal used to have the same problem. Now they had an intimate circle of friends whom got together once a month, to let of some steam so to speak. The monthly meetings were socializing events, but in the end had one exciting goal only: to mingle together and have a plain good-old-time.
Two weeks ago Demi and I had a long cosy evening with Paul and Chantal. After a nice dinner at our place Paul and Chantal finally convinced my wife and me to take the final step. They told us about their secret club of intimate friends. It was a circle of free-thinking people, whom all lived very ordinary lives, right here in our town. We would be amazed how many members we probably already knew... as friends, such as Chantal and Paul, or as neighbourhood acquaintances, as colleagues... maybe even as relatives... Hell, one couple was said to live within a few hundred yards from us!
Once a month they came together and let down their normal occurrence to the outside world, and let the beast get out. It sounded like a free-for-all merry-go-round kind of happening, where you could eat your heart out. A no holes barred kind of touching, feeling up, groping, sucking, blowing 'n fucking happening. Not all evenings were the same, Chantal told us. Some could be simply plain fuck-a-tons, or furious gang-bang nights, but others were more like your old swingers parties, where couples would drift of to separate rooms in groups of 2 to 6 people.
So a plunge into the deep it would be. We were told there are a few rules to the club. We had to abide by them, or otherwise we could not be considered as candidate members. A week ago we met Chantal and Paul again, at their place. First of all this was our chance to back out if we had gotten cold feet. The week before we were given an outline of what to expect from the club, without all the details, and we were given a week respite. But since this opportunity was more like a dream come true for us, or at least that's how it looked to us, there was not a chance we would chicken out. Secondly, last week was our first real test. Although we did not have a full blown swing experience, it sure was one hell of a ride. If that was a taste if things to come, is surely tasted like a lot more.
We didn't go all the way, but things did get heated up for sure. After we finished dinner we made ourselves comfortable near the fireplace. Paul took Demi in his arms, made a full body contact hug, lifted her up, and flowed her on the soft music towards a big recliner. He laid himself down and draped Demi on top of him, embracing her tightly. In the meantime Chantal took charge of me. She told me to lay down on the sofa, on my side. Than she nestled herself against me with her back against my front, and pressed her butt into my groin. My growing bulge became very noticeable in a matter of seconds, at which Chantal sighed with pleasure. She took one of my hands and guided it to her crotch, pressing my fingers against her femininity. I laid my other hand on one of her breasts. Chantal wormed one of her hands between our bodies, and gently rubbed my dick through my pants. What followed was a nice and long petting session. A lot of smoothing went on. I noticed how Paul at one time caressed Demi's butt, and later he rubbed her thoroughly all over, including pleasuring her by kneading her tits and pinching her nipples through her blouse. In the end he had pushed her skirt all the way up and was rubbing her twat right through the gusset of her panties. By the way my Demi squirmed on top of Paul, he surely must have found her clit as well and stimulated her with his finger.
Chantal squirmed in my arms because of my actions, and from her heavy panting I was sure she had a good time. Her kneading of my prick made it impossible for me to keep my composure. Eventually I soaked my briefs completely as my cock spilled out the hot contents of my balls. I became a very sticky mess down there at which Chantal had to laugh. She licked traces of my sperm from her fingers which had leaked through my pants, with a big smile on her face. "Wow, how tasty you are, Mark. That will come to good use..."
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As we entered the room I saw there were some eight couples assembled already. A few of them I recognised from our neighbourhood. That cute little Asian girl form across the street where we live sat on the couch, grinning broadly. Was this hot girl who was beaming at me presumptuously really the same Sheila I boggled my eyes at whenever I got the chance? My heart doubled its pace. Not in my wildest dreams had I really hoped for a chance to become ever more than just friendly with her. This nice girl with the pert ass and that fabulous petite chest, who sported the most exquisite facial features.
