The Case of the Suing Swinger

by Silverhawk

Caution: This Erotic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Consensual, Lesbian, Heterosexual, Fiction, FemaleDom, Light Bond, Swinging, .

Desc: Erotic Sex Story: Meet Jerry Mason, a private investigator in Nashville, Tennessee. Jerry is sort of the budget version of a PI, but his cases can be interesting, among other things. His latest cases include finding a boyfriend and investigating an insurance fraud. He solved both cases, and also found some things he didn't expect to find.

Gloria's big breasts pressed lightly into my right shoulder when she sat the little red basket with my cheeseburgers and fries down in front of me. She seemed to be doing that more often lately, the thing with her breasts, I mean.

"Here you go, Jerry. I hope you like everything."

I knew I was going to like everything. I always liked everything at Joe's, including Gloria's generously endowed chest, but tonight, I just wanted to eat and have a couple more double shots of Endenmoor single malt to ease the throbbing in my head.

"Thanks, Gloria, and I will. Say, you don't happen to have a couple aspirins back there somewhere, do you?"

"You got a headache?"

"Yeah, getting hit with a woman's purse always gives me one."

Gloria chuckled.

"And just what were you doing to her that made her hit you with her purse? Probably trying to get a feel or two, weren't you?"

"No, I wasn't trying to feel anything. I don't normally try to feel up women who have a couple hundred pounds on me anyway. I was just serving her boyfriend with a subpoena, and she got all pissed off for some reason."

"Two hundred pounds ... must have been a really big girl. What was the subpoena for?"

"Well, maybe it wasn't a whole two hundred, but she was bigger than I am by a bunch. Her boyfriend was ordered to testify in a DUI case. How was I supposed to know the woman's sister was the one being charged? All I was doing was delivering the paperwork. Anyway, she got all hissy, called me a fucking bastard, and swung her purse at me. She wasn't very tall, so I couldn't duck low enough and it hit me on the head. Must have had a cannonball in there, the way it felt."

Gloria patted me on the shoulder.

"Well, Jerry, you try to eat, and I'll go see what Audrey has in the first aid kit. Would you like another scotch? I'll have Audrey bring you one if you do."

Gloria walked away ... well, she was walking, but I'm sure she knew I'd watch her. Gloria is probably a little past fifty, but she looks like the early side of forty. She's a pretty brunette with long hair she keeps piled up under a baseball cap, and though her curves aren't slender, they're mighty inviting. She was using some of those sensuous curves a lot more than she'd have had to. That seemed to be happening more often too.

Gloria Morrison is one of the reasons I've been coming to Joe's Burgers And Barbecue for the last ten years or so. I like her burgers almost as much as I like her, and her fries are just this side of perfect. She's was the cook at Joe's when I moved into my new office about a block away, and she quickly learned how I like my cheeseburgers.

Gloria lost her husband three years ago and was out for a month. I was worried that she might not come back, but she did. Since then, well up until a couple of months ago, she was pretty much the same Gloria as before. I suppose she still missed her Dave, but she seemed happy, and she remembered how I like my cheeseburgers.

One night last spring, I was joking with Audrey about how hot her cook was. The next night, Gloria brought out my burger basket and she seemed a little more friendly. In fact, she was friendly enough to touch me on the shoulder. Since then, the touching has gotten more frequent, and the last couple of weeks, I've been treated to the soft press of her breasts against my shoulder, or my back, or my head when she sets down my food. She doesn't seem to do that with anyone else.

Audrey brought my scotch to my table.

"Gloria says you got hit with a purse trying to feel up a fat woman. You should be ashamed of yourself."

That was Audrey being Audrey. She's the owner of Joe's and the other reason I like the place.

I like Audrey Cunningham a lot, because I always know where I stand with her. She always says what she thinks and means what she says. There's no hinting and hoping I'll pick up on what she's thinking. It's just there, naked as a baby's butt and with no apologies. That suits me fine. I've never been able to decode "woman speak" very well, and that's probably why I've never been married. Most women think I'm not very understanding. Audrey doesn't wait for me to understand. She just tells me exactly what she thinks or wants.

Audrey's about forty, I think. At least that's what she told me when I helped her divorce her husband. He'd been banging their neighbor's nineteen-year-old daughter, and my video of him humping away on top of the little redhead beside their pool pretty much cinched her case. She got enough from him to buy Joe's when the actual Joe retired and kept the name of the place to keep the regulars coming in. Like me, she's not getting rich, but the regulars are a pretty loyal bunch, and she does all right.

Audrey is kind of pretty, but she's not all that sexy a woman. Her figure is what I'd call slender. Her ass is about average and her bust is there but nothing to make you say "Wow." I wouldn't kick her out of bed, but there's not much chance of my getting her into bed anyway. Since her divorce, Audrey doesn't have much use for men other than as customers. I won't go so far as to say she's a lesbian because I've never seen her with another woman other than Gloria, but I've never seen her with a man either.

I do know that a couple of the regulars have tried to get close to her but gave up after she said no with a few words they were sure to understand. The only man she seems to like is me, and she doesn't like me that way either. I think she likes me because I helped with her divorce and also because were pretty close to being the same kind of person.

"I was not trying to feel up any fat woman. I was just serving a friggin' subpoena when the bitch swung her purse at me."

"Well, maybe Gloria got it wrong, but she worries about you. Did you know that? I don't know what's got into her lately, but she seems to be taking an interest in you that I don't think is just friendly. You need to watch out, or you might end up doing something you'll regret."

Well, I figured Gloria had just adjusted to being without her husband and was getting comfortable being around other men. I didn't mind that one of those men was me, but I didn't figure it was going to go any further than it had. Gloria seemed like one of those "mom" types who bustle around taking care of someone they like, not a woman who'd try to do anything else. Besides, we both know we're just friends.

Gloria came back a little later with two little white pills in her hand.

"We don't have any aspirin, but we have these and they're about like aspirin. I used to take them when I had cramps but they work for headaches too."

I must have looked at her funny.

"Cramps, you know, at that time of the month?"

"Oh ... Uh ... I'm not gonna grow boobs if I take these, am I?"

"No, silly, they're just pain pills, a little stronger than aspirin, but they're not hormones. You'd need hormones to grow boobs. That's why I have 'em and you don't."

I figured Gloria must have had more than her share of hormones to grow a pair like she had. If she'd been any other woman, and my head hadn't hurt so much, I might have tried to find out just what her hormones had made. With Gloria, though, I didn't think it would be right. My motto has always been friends don't fuck friends ... well, unless the friend agrees to it, and I didn't think Gloria would ever do that.

The two white pills went down in one gulp of scotch, and half an hour later my headache started going away. Another double scotch helped it along even more so I ordered one for the road.

My name is Jerry Mason, the owner of Mason Investigations in Nashville, Tennessee, but I suppose you've gathered some of that already. What you don't know is that I'm the owner, sole investigator, bookkeeper, and secretary for the company. I got my start at Garrett Insurance when they had their own investigators on staff, but the corporate world just wasn't for me. I don't like being told what to do or how to do it, and corporations have these set procedures they use to make sure everything is above-board and legal. That way, they don't get sued as often.

My idea of investigating procedures is anything that gets me the information I want and need for a client. I never break the law, well, almost never, but I don't see any harm in stretching it until it squeaks. Those squeaks often mean the difference between finding out something or coming up empty handed. My clients don't care how I get the information as long as they get something for their money.

My clients aren't the rich socialites of Nashville. Those people go to one of the big investigative firms with offices downtown or out in the suburbs. They like the idea of all the tech gadgets they see on television and in the movies, and they'll pay a lot to know those gadgets are being used.

My office is downtown – the older downtown of Nashville – and on the second floor over a laundromat. I thought it would be convenient to just run downstairs to do my laundry, and the rent was right. What was the living room now has my desk, a couch and a few chairs. The kitchen and two bedrooms are where I live and it's more than enough room.

My clients need the same services as the wealthy people do, but they can't pay the fees the big firms charge. Since I don't have much overhead - just my rent, car, a supply of scotch, and eats - my fees are more to their liking.

Between investigation jobs, I serve subpoenas the big firms don't want to mess with and sub-contract to me, do a few skip traces for Lonnie's Bail Bonds, and once in a while I get a job from Garret. I was working on a job for Garret right then, as a matter of fact.

Garret had insured a private club out in the county for fire, other damages to the structure and contents, and for liability. The club was being sued by one Doris Keys, who claimed one of the chairs in the bar had collapsed under her and she'd sustained injuries to her back that kept her from working. The whole thing seemed fishy to them. That's why they called me.

Doris claimed she was just sitting at her table when the chair broke and dropped her on her ass. A couple of men helped her up, but she couldn't stand by herself. Her boyfriend took her to the emergency room where the doctor told her she'd just bruised the muscle in her hip, gave her some pain pills, and sent her home. The next day, Doris went to a different doctor who determined she'd damaged two vertebrae and would have to spend at least six months in a wheelchair. She then sued the club for medical bills, the cost of a private nurse, lost wages, and for of course, a lawyer's term for his commission, pain and suffering. She was asking for six million.

It smelled to me too. The doctors at Memorial's emergency room are damn good, at least they have been the couple of times I've been there. It was unlikely they'd have missed a cracked vertebrae. Doris' new doctor, Dr. Winkleburg, had been on the shady side of a lawsuit I investigated a few years back, so that also was pretty smelly. Then, there was the business of that private club.

Jack and Jill is a club that caters to the needs of couples who want a little lift in their sex life. Those couples pay the fifty dollar cover charge for the privilege of meeting other couples of the same mind as well as a few single men welcomed by invitation only, and some unescorted women who want a little variety. Unescorted women don't pay a cover charge, so there are usually several on hand.

Garret wanted to know if the chairs in the club were really bad enough to fall apart by themselves. Doris wasn't a big woman, maybe a hundred twenty soaking wet, so that's about what would have had to happen. The other thing they wanted to know was if Doris was really injured or was just faking it. I was planning on how to get that information when I got the subpoenas to serve. The subpoenas were easy money and I still had some thinking to do, so the subpoenas took priority.

The first two were easy, meaning the people served weren't particularly happy, but they didn't hit me. It was only the third that was a problem. If I'd known about the guy's girlfriend, I'd have tried to catch him when he was alone. Next time, I'll have to check things out a little more.

Anyway, I got the subpoenas served and decided I'd earned dinner at Joe's. I usually decided that anyway, but that night I had a headache and Joe's would be a nice quiet place to nurse myself back to health.

I woke up the next day with one hell of a headache and the really strong need to pee. After staggering to my feet and into the bathroom, I decided standing up wasn't such a good idea, so I sat down on the toilet ... for about a second and a half. When the head of my cock hit the cold water, I realized why women have such a thing about keeping the toilet seat down.

After getting things put right, and sitting back down, I tried to remember what had happened. I'm not very good at the remembering thing after a lot of scotch, so I figured I'd had a few more after my dinner. That would account for the headache too.

In the middle of trying to remember what happened, I heard the gurgle of my coffee maker and then the trickle of coffee running into the pot. I couldn't remember setting it up the night before. Somebody had to be in the apartment with me, though why they'd be making coffee while they stole all my stuff was beyond me.

The pistol I own but almost never carry was locked in the bottom drawer of my desk and I'd have to go past whoever was there to get to it. The only thing in the bathroom even resembling a weapon was the toilet plunger, so I pulled up my shorts, grabbed the plunger and crept down the hall toward the kitchen.

When I peeked around the doorway, there was Gloria, the same Gloria who cooked my burger basket last night, standing in front of the kitchen counter and watching the coffee maker slowly fill the pot. It was Gloria, all right, but I'd never seen Gloria in one of my dress shirts and nothing else.

I coughed, and Gloria turned, then smiled.

"Mornin', Jerry. Feel better now?"

I couldn't answer at first. I was staring at the way my shirt fit Gloria. I'm tall, but I'm kind of slim. Gloria's breasts pushed out the front of my shirt enough the buttons were straining to keep them in. There were also two very noticeable nipples desperately trying to poke their way through the material. Even in my current condition, Gloria was way too enticing for my own good. I wondered if she was this enticing last night and if she enticed me to do anything I didn't remember.

"Yeah, well, no, not really. My head still hurts, but I think that's just a hangover."

"Oh, too bad, but you did drink quite a bit last night. Jerry, why do you have a toilet plunger in your hands?

"I, uh, I thought you were a burglar or something."

Gloria chuckled and her breasts did an erotic little dance inside my shirt.

"So, you were going to plunge me unconscious?" She chuckled again. "You really need some coffee."

About that time, the coffee maker made the last gasp that said it was done. Gloria poured a cup full for us both and walked over to hand it to me. As she moved, her big breasts rolled softly under my shirt and I swear her nipples got bigger. Her hips also swayed seductively and I found myself thinking how it would feel being on top of them when they swayed that way.

"Gloria, how did you get here this morning?"

"I didn't. I got here last night when I helped you get home. You were in no shape to make it by yourself. Once we got up here, I decided I didn't want to walk back to my car by myself that late at night, so I just locked the door and stayed."

"Ok ... but why are you naked?"

Gloria laughed

"I'm not naked. I have on your shirt and my panties, see." She flipped up the tail of the shirt, and I saw the pink boy shorts that covered her nice, round ass.

"I didn't want to sleep in my clothes, and I didn't want to sleep naked, so I found this shirt. I kinda like wearing a man's shirt again. I used to wear Dave's to bed all the time."

Gloria giggled.

"Don't you like me in your shirt? Dave liked it when I wore his shirts to bed. He said it was easier to get me out of his shirt than out of a nightgown. He liked doing that too."

Well, before she said that, I wasn't going to ask the question, but now I had to.

"Gloria ... last night ... did I ... did we ... uh ... well, you know?"

She frowned.

"Goodness, if you don't remember, either you were drunker than I thought, or I must have forgotten a lot about men in the last couple of years."

"Gloria, I'm so sorry. I wouldn't have let that happen if I'd been myself."

She grinned.

"Don't worry, Jerry. Nothing happened. I put you to bed and then slept on the couch. I don't think you were in any shape to uh ... rise to the occasion anyway. You looked pretty limp to me. Besides, what if we did do something? I may be fif- over forty, but I'm not dead, you know. I'm flattered that you think you might have wanted to. I don't get told that anymore."

"You looked at my..."

"Well, it was hard not to look when your shorts came down with your jeans and I had to pull them back up. Don't look so embarrassed. I was married you know. I've seen a dick before." She grinned again. "You don't have anything to be ashamed of. Yours looked pretty nice, as dicks go."

Gloria snickered.

"You know, you might be sicker than you think. Your shorts seem to be sort of swelling up. Maybe I should have a look just to make sure you're OK."

Well, it was true. Even though my head hurt, the rest of me couldn't ignore Gloria's nice legs and her big boobs moving softly when she laughed and those round hips.

"Gloria, I apologize. It's just that you ... well, you never looked this way down at Joe's."

"Well, I trust you. Not that I'd mind if you wanted to do anything. It's been a long time for me, but I was pretty sure you wouldn't. I have to go anyway, so," Gloria gave me a look that said she was a little disappointed. "we don't have time ... if you wanted to, that is."

Gloria finished her coffee and then swayed those nice hips again as she walked back to the bathroom and got dressed. After she went home, I spent the rest of the morning finishing off the coffee pot and feeling sorry for myself. That afternoon, after writing up the billing for the three subpoenas, a nap seemed in order. About seven, I went down the block to Wong's for some sweet and sour pork. There was no way I was going to face Gloria again that day.

The next morning, I was trying to figure out how to catch Doris if she was faking it when my office door opened. The little blonde smiled and asked if this was Mason Investigations.

"Yes, Ma'am, you got the right place."

I stuck out my hand and she took it. Her grip was weak and her hand was as soft and smooth as velvet.

"I'm Jerry Mason, the owner. How can I help you?"

"I'm Sally Jean Barlow. I want you to ... oh, this is so embarrassing, but I have to do it or I'll go crazy. I want you to find somebody for me ... a man ... a man I met on a dating site."

"OK, I might be able to do that for you. Can you give me some more details?"

"I didn't want to do it but my boyfriend broke up with me six months ago. I was so lonely so I signed up on one of those adult dating sites, you know, like they advertise on TV, and as soon as I did, I got all these messages asking me for pictures of myself naked. Can you imagine that? I mean, being naked with my boyfriend was one thing. Being naked for a whole bunch of men I didn't even know is another. Besides, I thought I was too ... well, I don't have the figure I had when I was twenty, and that's what I told all the men who messaged me.

"They kept on asking, so one day I got a brave and put up a picture of the top half of me in just my bra. Of course I didn't show my face, but as soon as that picture was posted, I got even more messages. Some asked me to show what was under the bra and some still wanted to see all of me. Well, I wasn't gonna do that - take a picture of me all naked." Sally grinned. "I did get a little drunk one night and posted one in my bra but with the cups pulled down. How did that one man say it ... something about how my puppies had cute little noses."

"Well, there was this one man ... he was so nice and didn't ask me for anything. He just said he imagined I'd probably be beautiful, and that he'd like to meet me some day but he wouldn't push me for anything. We messaged back and forth for a couple of months and then he told me he was coming to Nashville on business and he'd like to take me to dinner. I knew it was risky and thought about it for a while, but I finally said yes, and a week later, I met Charles for the first time. He didn't want to be called Charlie, just Charles.

"We had dinner, and then he asked me if I'd like to go somewhere for coffee. By then, I liked him so much, I said we could go back to my house for that. Well, we did, but we ended up having more than coffee, if you know what I mean."

Sally sighed. "It had been so long, and it seemed so right ... We did it again the next morning and it was even better. Then, he went off to his meeting and I never saw him again. I tried messaging him, but he wouldn't answer. That was a week ago and I'm worried something's happened to him. I want you to find him for me."

Well, whatever she thought about her figure was dead wrong. Sally wasn't fat by any means. She just wore the curves of a mature woman, curves I and at least a hundred million or so other men like. I could understand why the guys on her web site would want to see those curves. While she was talking I was having a hard time ignoring the picture in my mind of those curves pressed against me.

I didn't have the heart to tell her the guy had probably just played her for a one night stand and it was unlikely I'd ever be able to find him. All the adult dating sites are really secretive about even the nicknames of the people who register there. They can connect the nickname with a real name and a credit card if they're forced to, but they won't do that without a court order. I can't get one of those. If I couldn't find him, I wouldn't charge her. That might make it a little easier on her.

I asked Sally for her nickname and password for the site, and for Charlie's nickname. Sometimes people put things on those sites that seem innocent by themselves, but can tell me a lot about the person if I take the time to put them all together. She also had a picture on her cell phone of them in the restaurant that I asked her to send to me.

Sally flinched a little when I told her I'd have to have a hundred a day with two days up front, but she wrote me a check. I said as soon as the check cleared, I'd get started. I'd been burned too many times to do otherwise.

In the meantime, I went back to my Garret job. Garret had told me the owner of Jack and Jill wasn't really cooperating with them. He just wanted the lawsuit settled without any involvement on his part, I suppose so he kept up his reputation with the regulars. I'd have to get inside somehow with one of my little hidden cameras. Jack and Jill didn't allow single men in without an invitation, and I doubted I'd get one. Like I said, I'm tall, but I haven't spent much time in a gym.

I could get in if I had a woman with me but I only knew two women well enough to ask for that favor. It was a pretty sure thing that Audrey would tell me to go fuck myself. Gloria might agree, but I'd have to be careful how I asked. After what she'd said that morning in my apartment, I didn't want her thinking I was asking for more than her help in getting some pictures. That night, I walked the block down to Joe's and ordered my usual. Audrey saw me come in and brought the double scotch to my table just as I was sitting down.

"Thought maybe you'd had enough of us since you didn't show up last night."

"Nah ... I was just feeling like some Chinese last night. I could never get enough of Joe's."

"You mean, Gloria's cheeseburgers. From what I hear, you didn't get enough of Gloria either."

"What'd she tell you?"

"That she took you home and put you to bed and then stayed the night but nothing happened."

"That sounds about right."

Audrey chuckled.

"She also says you have a big cock, and that you got a boner the next morning when she showed you her ass."

"She told you that too?"

"Yep. She said it's bigger than most she's seen, at least while they're soft. Said she couldn't see it when you got hard, but it looked pretty big then too."

"Oh, God. I hope she didn't say anything else."

"Just that she liked it that you got aroused. Don't be ashamed that she did that to you, Jerry. Those big boobs of hers are really gorgeous, and her ass ... well, I guess you've seen it ... I wish mine was that tight. I think she's really sexy."

Maybe Audrey didn't have much use for men because she really did like girls.

"So, you and Gloria ... you're..."

Audrey slapped me on the arm.

"Jerry, you have a filthy mind, just like all men. No, we're not lovers. We change clothes in the same room in back. Just because I looked doesn't mean I want her in bed with me. All women look at other women and compare. Now take that smile off your face. She's bringing your burgers."

Gloria walked up behind me and put the red basket down on the table. I felt her big breasts pressing into my back of my neck, a little longer than the last time, I thought.

Her voice was more of a purr.

"Will there be anything else, Jerry ... anything at all."

"Well, actually, there is Gloria. I need your help, if you're willing."

Gloria slid into the chair opposite me, perched her breasts on the tabletop and smiled.

"What do you want me to do?"

I explained about the Jack and Jill and how I needed her to help me get inside to take a few pictures. I assured her I'd protect her while we were there and that she wouldn't have to do anything except look like a wife or girlfriend while I worked. When I finished, Gloria grinned.

"It's a swinger's club? That sounds interesting. Oh, and you don't have to worry about me. I've been a wife, remember? I'll just pretend you're my husband, and I'll act like your wife. When do we go?"

The Jack and Jill was open only Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights, and I figured Friday night probably wouldn't be as busy. Gloria explained things to Audrey and took that Friday off. I said I'd pick her up about nine.

When I knocked on the door of the small ranch in Gallatin, I wasn't sure this was a good idea. When Gloria opened the door, all I could do was stare for the first few seconds. After that, I had second, then third thoughts. Gloria had to pull me inside.

"Jerry, come in. My neighbors'll be watching."

Once inside, I kept staring. Gloria had on a very short, black dress, short enough I could just make out the start of the lacy top of her black stockings, but that wasn't the only reason why I was staring. The neckline of the dress was cut almost to her belly button and her breasts made some very visible, very inviting cleavage. I couldn't figure out what magic was holding them up that way, but whatever it was, the effect was fantastic. Tall, black patent heels made a nice, erotic compliment to her stockings. Her hair fell in dark brown, shining waves over her soft shoulders and the makeup made her look like something out of a magazine. Gloria stopped my thoughts just as they were starting to stray from my job that night.

"Well, how do I look?

"Wow", was all I could manage.

"Thought you might like it. I haven't had a chance to wear this for years. Thank God it still fit. Think I'll attract any attention? That's what the women in these clubs want, isn't it ... to attract attention?"

"Gloria, I'll have to spend half the night fighting off the men."

"But I thought the point was the women go with different men and the men go with different women?"

"Yes, it is, I suppose, but you're ... you're my friend. I can't expect you to go that far."

Gloria grinned.

"OK, you can keep me all for yourself. Just don't stop me from flirting a little. It feels good to flirt once in a while."

I wasn't sure what she meant by me keeping her all for myself, but it was time to leave. Gloria turned on her porch light and we walked to my car. When she sat down in my passenger seat, her dress rode up until I could see the stocking clips of her garter belt and some creamy soft skin above her stockings.

The young girl at the counter happily took my fifty and then asked if we'd been there before. When I said no, she went on to explain what was available.

"The bar area is for meeting and flirting, not for sex. If you start anything there, we'll ask you to leave. Touching and kissing is OK, just don't start getting naked or anything more. Some of our customers are just trying things out, you understand, and don't want to see too much too quick.

"We have five play rooms available for your use. They all have doors that open into the bar area and you can go in any one to watch except the Girls Room and Boy's Room, well unless, well you know what I mean. Here, this brochure will explain how the rooms work.

The slick color brochure listed the rooms along with their use.

The Couples Room – play with your favorite couples any way you like.

The Baby's Room – Bring your own diapers. We furnish the cribs

The Girls Room – Girls only. Bring your toys and play the night away.

The Boy's Room – While the girls play, the boys can have fun too.

The Dungeon – Act out your darkest desires. Bring your own playthings.

"There's also an area outside for our nature lovers. It has a pool, hot tub, and seating for about twenty. There's a high fence, so you don't need to worry about anybody looking in from outside. Oh, and cameras are not allowed in the Dungeon or Baby's room, and you can't take pictures of anybody without their permission. If you do, we'll take the film or memory chip from the camera. Any questions?"

Gloria took my arm and we walked into the bar area. It wasn't much different than any other bar. There were small, round tables just big enough for four people scattered around a small dance floor. A couple of women were dancing sensuously to the soft jazz that played in the background. Some of the tables had one couple looking around as if waiting for someone. Others had two couples smiling and talking, with more than a little feeling going on under the tables. Gloria and I took a table near the bar.

"Jerry, did you see that? That girl reached under the table and rubbed the guy's ... the front of his pants."

"Well, I suppose that's what people do in this room. The girl said basically, if nobody gets naked or screwed, anything goes."

"I guess so. Hey, the guy just reached under her top and squeezed her boobs."

"Don't stare. I don't want to attract attention to us. Well, you're gonna attract a lot of attention, but that means I can take pictures without anybody noticing what I'm doing."

Gloria stifled a laugh.

"If we don't do what the others are doing, we'll attract attention that way. Wanna squeeze my boobs?"

"No, Gloria, I don't. I want to take some pictures."

"Well, I'm gonna rub the front of your pants then so they won't suspect."

I felt her hand slide up my thigh and settle on my crotch, then begin gently rubbing.

"Gloria, if you keep that up, you know what's gonna happen."

"I do. That's kinda the point of this place, remember? If it bothers you, just play like I'm not here."

Well, playing like Gloria's fingers weren't bringing my cock to life was impossible. I had to let it happen because I had no choice and she did have a point. One of the couples had been staring at us, but they were now looking at each other instead. I took the opportunity and took a few pictures with my little camera that looks like a fountain pen.

About then, another couple walked up and asked if we were waiting on anyone. Gloria said no, and they asked if they could sit and talk a while. Gloria said yes.

Gloria and Marion, his wife, talked about what was going on in the other rooms. Gloria seemed very interested in everything and asked Marion to explain how things worked.

"We've never been here before. What happens in the other rooms. I mean, I know it's sex, but ... well can you tell me a little more?"

Marion smiled.

"Well, the Couples Room is what it says. In there, you can watch, have sex with the one you're with, or trade as much as you like, any way you like. Nobody will try to pressure you into doing anything, but they'll be more than willing to help you have a good time. They have free condoms and I'd advise that you use them.

"The Baby's Room ... We've been in there, but we don't use it. It's where you wear only a diaper and act like a baby. It's mostly guys in the diapers with the girls acting as nurses. Can you believe some of them actually have milk and let the guys suck on them. I'd probably like the sucking part, but the milking ... ick.

"I've been in the Girls Room several times. It's a nice change of pace, I think. No hairy guys and no mess afterwards, well unless you're a squirter, and they have towels for that. There aren't any real lesbians there, just us girls that like it both ways.

"The Guys Room is about the same except it's for bi guys. Jim doesn't go in there, so I don't really know what they do.

"The Dungeon – it's what it sounds like. We've been there to watch, but I could never actually do those things. They have these wood tables and cross things where people get tied up and flogged or whipped before they have sex. It's more than most people would want, but if that's your thing, I'm sure you'd enjoy it.

I offered to buy us all a drink and then waived the waitress to our table. While she was taking our order, I saw Marion lean over and whisper something to Gloria. Gloria's eyebrows raised up a little, but then she smiled and nodded. They kept talking softly enough I couldn't hear them over the music, so Jim and I talked a little about sports.

After I paid the waitress for the drinks, I noticed Gloria's breasts moving around inside her dress. She had a smile on her face, just like the smile I saw on Marion's. The stroking hand on my cock had stopped when Gloria and Marion started talking. Now it started up again, and this time it was in earnest. Gloria was getting aroused and I had to do something.

"Uh, Jim, why don't you show Gloria and I around. Like Gloria said, we're new at this, so I don't know if we'll stay or not, but we'd like to see what there is to do here."

We spent a good ten minutes in each room with the exception of the Boy's room. Gloria agreed with me when I said we probably didn't need to see that one. I gave her the pen camera when she and Marion went into the Girls Room. During each of those ten minutes, we took a picture of every chair we could see in each room. There was a better than even chance Doris said she was in the bar just to keep from admitting she was nursing some guy in the Baby Room, or being tied in a chair in the Dungeon.

None of the rooms held many surprises, although I'll be damned if I understand what any guy gets out of putting on a giant diaper and playing baby. Gloria was interested in it all, and looked a little flushed after she and Marion came out of the Girls Room.

When we got back to our table, Marion asked Gloria if we'd be interested in experimenting a little. Gloria played her part well.

"Well, we think we want to, some day, but we really have to think about this a little more. Jerry and I, we've never done anything like this, and well ... maybe we'll see you next weekend?"

Marion said she understood, and kissed Gloria on the cheek as they got up and walked to another couple's table. We left as casually as we could, and told the girl at the desk we'd probably see her again.

Gloria didn't say much on the way back to her house. I figured something was bothering her, but I didn't really want to ask. I don't do women's personal problems well at all. I can catch their husbands cheating, or find their lost kids, but that's about where I stop. When I pulled up in her drive, she asked if I'd come in for a while because she wanted to talk.

We got inside, and Gloria left me in her living room while she started a pot of coffee. When she came back from the kitchen with two steaming cups, she sat down on the couch and patted the cushion beside her.

"Come sit here, Jerry. I don't think I can say this very loud."

I sat down, but not before noticing that Gloria's dress had ridden up again. My cock gave a twinge, but I willed it to stay down.

"OK, what are we gonna talk about?"

Gloria took a deep breath.

"Do I look like a lesbian to you? Please be honest with me."

"Well, since you want me to be honest, I think your average lesbian looks just like your average woman. That's the way the ones I know look anyway. There are a few who dress and act more like men, but most of them just look like any other woman. What makes you think you are?"

"Tonight, Marion touched my nipples, and they got stiff. And then, when we went in the Girls Room, I ... I got excited ... really excited. I didn't want to, but I did."

"Well, if you didn't want to get excited, I imagine you're not a lesbian. From what I understand, they only get aroused by other women. If you get aroused by men too, you might be what Marion said. You might like it both ways. Did you get aroused in any of the other rooms?"

"Oh, yeah, well except the Baby Room. That was just ... ugh. I can't believe those women change the diapers on a grown man."

"Well, then you're probably not a lesbian. That make you happy?"

"It depends."

"What does it depend on."

"It depends on whether you'll make me feel like I'm not a lesbian or not."

"Gloria, I appreciate your help tonight, but I don't think –"

Gloria cut me off by kissing me, then backed up a little and looked me in the eyes.

"Jerry, I don't want you to think. I got so worked up at that club. I need this and I need it now. If you don't want to, I suppose I'll understand, but the way you looked at me in your apartment that morning, and then again tonight, I think you really do."

She took my hand and pulled it to her breasts.

"I know you want to do this. Now make me feel like I want to feel."

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