How We Began Swinging

by Friskee_cpl

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Mult, Consensual, Wife Watching, Swinging, Gang Bang, Group Sex, Orgy, Anal Sex, Double Penetration, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Ever wondered how a couple begin swinging? Maybe they met at a swing club?

Dear Reader. I'm an Australian writer and use English spelling and Australian slang. If you can't with the fact that at times words will end in 're' or that there will be a 'u' in colour, please stop reading now. (Yes, we've had complaints.) CUCK WARNING! This story also contains married folk enjoying sex with other people. If that subject matter offends, stop reading now. If you've read that warning and still choose to send us an anonymous email, our response to you is at the end of this story.

Sharon couldn't believe what she was looking at. After saving over $7,000 her bank balance had dwindled down to only $950. Although her income was bolstered by the government's student allowance and the occasional part-time job, she had one more year to complete her teaching degree and hitting the workforce as a fully qualified English teacher.

She needed another job, preferably one that paid cash and wasn't traceable by Mr Taxman. The classifieds revealed nothing and she sat forlornly in her inner-city flat pondering her looming financial crisis. With the cost of her rent, food and transport her money would be gone in three months. Her flatmates Jodie and Christine both came from wealthy farming families who, thanks to some creative accounting seemed to always be broke, therefore allowing the girls even greater government support and frequent family handouts.

One Saturday night though the three of them were stumbling in a drunken daze down a street in Surry Hills when Sharon noticed a sign looking for wait staff posted outside a small wine bar. With great concentration she entered the number into her phone and saved it.

The wine bar looked nice enough, not so big to be crazy busy, but not so small to be dull.

The night ended as usual, one of them would pick up and the other two would bitch and moan until they came home with tales of sexual action. Then they would spend the Sunday dissecting the evenings events and whinging about men.

Sharon was no prude when it came to sexual exploration. Since leaving home she'd had quite a few partners both long and short term. At one stage she had two men playing for her affections, and her pussy. It ended in disaster of course when one of them came to visit on a Sunday morning only to find her lying on her bed with one of her vibrators lodged in her pussy and the other guy fucking her mouth.

As soon as she saw the other guy standing in the door way Sharon wanted them both to fuck her there and then, but after a very brief shouting match the intruder left, followed soon after by the man she'd been sucking off. Neither ever spoke to her again.

Being an English teacher in the making, Sharon was a lover of literature, especially well written erotic fiction. The more graphic the sex scenes the better and if the stories had pictures to help tell the tale it was a bonus. Eventually this lead to her perusing the internet looking for stories, videos and images that appealed to her.

With a startle she awoke on the Sunday morning as her phone chimed out a reminder about the position vacant advertisement that she had seen taped to the front window of the wine bar.

Fortified with caffeine and a bowl of cereal she called the number and completed the shortest job interview in history.

The conversation was brief to say the least and as for applying for work it didn't come much easier. After her introduction and a few invented work experience tales, he asked her to come in for a trial for a night. Before she even asked he told her yes, she'd be getting paid $125 cash for the night if she got the job or not.

The owner of the wine bar was a slight, neatly dressed Italian man called Vince who turned out to be a rarity amongst business men. Vince genuinely cared for and looked out for his staff. All of the staff spoke fondly of Vince and his generous spirit and most of the casual waitresses had all been there for years.

Sharon soon discovered though that not all was as it seemed at the wine bar. When she arrived she was told by Vince that the room up at the top of the stairs was for a private function and that she didn't have to go up there. All she had to do was serve food and drinks to the small gathering of customers downstairs many of which, it soon became obvious, were all invited to the private function upstairs. Many of the guests downstairs came in either wearing or carrying masks for the party that was kicking along only a few feet above. The guests were just your normal, common, ordinary folk. None overly glamorous, but none hideous either. So average in fact that Sharon thought nothing of them.

At the end of her first shift, at midnight on a Saturday night, Vince passed her the $125 cash and sat her down in the office out the back. Once he'd told her that she had the job he told her exactly what was upstairs.

"It's a swingers club," he said.

"Sorry?" Sharon said in disbelief, "A what?"

"It's a swingers club," he laughed, "Where people swap partners and have orgies and things like that."

"I work at a swingers club?" she said.

"No, not at all," Vince said, "You work here in the bar and that's all you have to do."

"How long has the room upstairs been a swing club?" she asked.

"About three years," Vince said, "Happened by accident after a small group of them booked it out."

"What happened?"

"They couldn't help themselves and began having sex in one of the side rooms," he said to a fascinated Sharon, "Then one of the waitresses told me and I confronted them about it."

"Wow," Sharon said.

"Then one of them made me an offer of becoming a part-owner in a new business venture."

"Is it legal?'

"Certainly," he said, "Its not a brothel or anything like that."

Sharon just sat back and looked up at the ceiling.

"So there are people up there right now shagging each other?"

"More than likely," he said, "But as I said you are under no obligation to do anything and if you see anyone acting inappropriately downstairs, or if someone approaches you downstairs that you don't want to, just let me know."

"Ok," Sharon said before following with a statement that steered her life in a direction that lay towards her future husband. "Can I go up and have a look?"

Vince was shocked "Really?"

"Yeah," she said, "I'll only be wondering about it if I don't."

"Ok then," Vince said, "I'll get one of the girls upstairs to come down and take you up rather than you just walking in like a single girl."

"There are girls upstairs as well?"

"Yeah," Vince nodded "Kay and Julie do exactly as you do but their uniform, pay and working conditions are somewhat different."

He reached for the phone and hit the autodial for upstairs.

As he chatted on the phone Sharon tried to recall some of the people she'd seen going up the stairs. There were a few women and quite a lot of men is something she recalled.

The term 'Swingers' made her uneasy. Desperate men and dirty sluts is what she immediately thought when she heard the word 'swingers'. Sad couples trying to add a sparkle to the relationship, men forcing their wives into sex, perverts, sado-masochists. They were all terms that she immediately thought of as soon as she heard the word 'swingers'.

The stories that she'd read about swingers though usually painted a different picture. These stories were normally about couples enjoying the swinging scene, about the rules in swing clubs and the relaxed attitudes that swingers had about sex. It was these two contrasting notions of swing clubs that had her thinking that a first hand account was the only way to clarify her thoughts.

"Kay," he said, "Could you go make yourself decent and pop downstairs please."

The term 'make yourself decent' intrigued Sharon who could feel the combined beating of a thousand butterflies in her stomach.

"Now don't be thinking that you have to work upstairs or do anything that you don't want to OK?" Vince said. "Kay and Julia get paid well because they work well and enjoy the job."

"How much do they get paid?" Sharon had to ask.

"I pay them $500 plus they get to keep all the tips."

Sharon was silenced. $500+ per night was damn fine money.

The sound of a pair of high-heel shoes clicking on the steps drew their attention and soon a lady in her late thirties appeared in the doorway. Her hair was mousy brown, shoulder length and curly and she wore a short black coat. Fishnet stockings clad her legs and the high heels weren't the cheaper brands that Sharon could only afford. She smiled at Sharon and rose an eyebrow as a greeting.

"Kay this is Sharon," Vince said, "Sharon this is Kay."

They both nodded and waved.

"Sharon has decided that she would like to, in her own words, go up and have a look at what happens upstairs."

"Really?" Kay said, "Well it's a good night for it because it's a birthday party."

"Perfect," Vince said. "Now remember Sharon you don't have to do anything up there other than just look around OK. Some people can be very persuasive."

"I'm a big girl," Sharon said as she stood up. She wasn't sure if what she was doing was right or not but her mind and body were humming in anticipation.

"Let's go then." Kay said.

Sharon followed her up the back flight of stairs and when they got to the top Kay stopped and turned to her.

"Vince collects their entrance fees and such and checks them out just here," she nodded towards a small room before they entered the venue, "This is the bar area so just follow me behind the bar and watch from there okay?"

Sharon just nodded and as Kay opened the door the smell of sex, booze and decadence wafted out.

At first glance Sharon thought that the bar area was just filled with about thirty naked and semi-naked people of all shapes and sizes chatting. She noticed that on a TV screen above the bar a video of cocks filling a pussy and an arse was showing and to her right she noticed a naked lady sitting on a chair and masturbating as a man fucked her mouth. Then she saw another woman giving hand jobs to two guys and another two women in an embrace.

As she moved through the small crowd towards the bar she felt a hand rub her arse and fingers brush up against her hips. The bar was neatly tucked in the back corner and her view of the rest of the bar was obscured by a screen and naked backs.

When Vince said that the ladies upstairs had a different uniform she imagined short black skirts and halter tops, not what Kay suddenly revealed.

Under that black coat Kay wore nothing more than a pair of fish-net stockings and suspenders and a small apron. No bra, no panties, just her naked flesh.

Suddenly Sharon wanted to hug Kay. She wanted to feel her skin, lick her nipples, rub her shaved cunt. She'd never had the urge to touch another woman ever before and she managed, only just, to restrain herself.

Kay though poured two beers and a glass of wine and passed them to the woman who must have been Julia.

Kay called Julia over and they conspiratorially whispered and nodded towards Sharon who was looking at the woman she'd seen as she entered. She was so entranced that she didn't notice Julia come up behind her.

"Do you want to come with me?" Julia said to a startled Sharon. "I'll show you around."

"Oh, shit, sorry." Sharon said. "You scared me."

Julia, who was in her early forties and tall, flicked her blond hair behind her head and nodded behind her.

"Get behind me and we'll work the room." she said, "Men will probably grope you, just so you know."

"It's already happened." Sharon said. "I'm okay with that."

"Good," she said. "Let's go get some orders."

To make her way through the crowd Julia rubbed arses and patted thighs and soon enough they were in the centre of the room and what Sharon saw made her stop in her tracks. What Sharon thought she'd been watching was a porno video but what it actually was, was a woman in her thirties being fucked in the pussy and arse, and sucking on a cock, as someone videoed her in action.

"That's Maria," Julia said, "it's her birthday and she wanted to be in gang-bang video."

Looking around the inner circle Sharon noticed several men in masks just standing there pulling on their cocks waiting for the chance to fuck the birthday girl. She wanted to drop to her knees and suck them all. She wanted to feel their hardness, taste their cum. Feel them fucking into her.

Transfixed she just stood there watching a man pumping his cock into Maria's arse as she sucked on one of the two cocks at her face. Her pussy was oozing moisture and it took all her inner strength not to squat down and join in.

The feeling of a pair of hands rubbing her inside thigh was enough to rouse her from her stupor and she quickly moved the intruders hands away before following Julia over to a small group.

A small cheer broke out and Sharon looked back at the gangbang and watched as the man who had been fucking Maria's arse pumped a load of cum over Maria's back.

"This is amazing," Sharon said, "I knew it would be wild but not like this."

"It's not always like this," Julia said, "Some nights it's really dull."

"Really?"

"Yeah," Julia said, "But that's where we come in."

"What do you mean?"

"When there isn't a special night on like tonight," Julia nodded around the room, "This place would probably only have about ten or twenty people here."

"Surely that's enough," Sharon laughed.

"Not when two thirds of them are men."

"So," Sharon said, "You take care of some of the men."

"Indeed we do," Julia said.

"What sort of things?"

"Well let's put it this way," Julia nodded to Maria "She isn't the first person to be fucked like that in this room."

Sharon had nothing but admiration for her new workmates.

From where she was standing Sharon had an excellent view of what was happening in the room. Not only was Maria being royally fucked in the middle of the room, but other couples were fucking, sucking, kissing and licking around the room. One lady was riding a man on a leather lounge and next to her another man was having his cock sucked by a thin and beautiful Asian woman.

Julia nudged Sharon and nodded down a corridor. "Go have a peak into those rooms down there,"

"Why," Sharon asked intrigued, "What's there?"

"Well one is the open shower room and there is a couple of other rooms you can look into if you like."

"By myself?" Sharon asked.

"You'll be right," Julia patted her on the back, "No really does mean no here."

Sharon chuckled. "But what if I want to say yes."

"You'll have the time of your fucking life." Julia slid her hands down to Sharon's arse and gave it a squeeze, "Off you go then."

Feeling somewhat out of place, mainly because she was the only person there fully clothed, Sharon slowly made her way past three men standing along a wall. Each one of them was waiting their turn on Maria and were stroking their rigid cocks as they did so. From the first guys cock hung a thread of pre-cum oozing nicely out. She felt her pussy tingle as she came closer wondering what would happen if she were to reach out and grab it. All three men smiled at the horny 25 year old student as she eyeballed the hard cocks on display.

"You're a new face," the first one said. "Welcome."

Sharon imagined herself reaching out and wrapping the thread of cum around her finger and popping her finger into her mouth savouring the vinegar tang.

"Thank you," she said, "The pleasure is all mine."

"Or the pleasure will be all yours," the second man said as he offered his cock to her. "Would you like to play?"

"Maybe later," Sharon desperately wanted to mount his cock, to feel it fill her. "Or another night."

"I'm looking forward to it already," he said as the third man nodded in agreement.

Sharon just smiled and continued towards the corridor.

The Asian lady who had been sucking the guy off stood up as Sharon approached and climbed up onto the lounge.

She spun around so that she was in the reverse cowgirl position, smiled at Sharon and slid down onto his cock. Once more Sharon was transfixed on watching the man's hard cock sliding in and out of the thin young woman's sopping wet pussy. The woman kept eye contact with Sharon who was impressed with how taut and sensuous her body was.

A cheer came up from the gangbang as one of the guys emptied his cock all over Maria's face, but Sharon quickly looked back at the Asian woman enjoying the cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Sharon had never touched another woman's cunt before but she could tell by how swollen that the Asian woman's clitoris was, that she was ready to cum. Sharon wanted to help her, she could have knelt on the edge of the lounge and rubbed her hand over the woman's heaving chest, sucked her nipples, licked on her clit as he fucked her.

Sharon could feel her pussy tingle and become moist with desire. These women weren't under duress, they were enjoying what they were doing. Probably more so than the men. For a moment she considered taking off all her clothes and being fucked on the lounge. It would surely be a story that the girls would be amazed to hear over Sunday brunch.

"You haven't even got to the corridor yet," Julia laughed as she approached the staring Sharon.

Sharon went to answer Julia but was distracted as another man hopped onto the lounge and offered his cock to the willing woman's mouth.

Impressed by the sexual freedom surrounding her, Sharon was becoming more relaxed about what she had thought at first would be a seedy and desperate scene.

For years she'd thought that her sexual urges were wrong, that a woman didn't fantasise about being in an orgy or fucked by numerous men. In order to convince herself that those thoughts were wrong she associated swingers with desperate losers unable to pick up. Ergo, she also thought that they'd all be fat and ugly. How wrong she was. Sure some in the club were carrying a few extra kilos but they weren't obese, just a little chunky.

Some, like the Asian woman who was now taking two cocks, were absolutely gorgeous.

Julia put her hand out to Sharon.

"Come with me," she said, "Let's see if anything is happening down here."

Down the corridor were three rooms, two on the right and one, the group shower room, on the left.

Julia stopped at the first door and flicked back a screen that was fixed in the centre of the door.

"This is a private room where if you want to take a man, or a few men, or a few women, you can." Julia said as she peaked inside. "You can always peek but you don't go in unless you were invited."

"What's happening now?" Sharon asked.

"Take a look yourself," Julia stood back.

Sharon bent over and saw one lady sandwiched between two men as another woman sat plunging a dildo into her own pussy as she watched.

"Fucking amazing." Sharon whispered to herself.

"And down here," Julia dragged the reluctant to leave the foursome Sharon by her hand. "Is the room where those that like things a bit kinky go."

The walls were bare brick and from them hung shackles, lengths of chain and in one corner a collection of whips.

But Sharon's eyes were drawn immediately to the petite lady in her thirties that was seemingly restrained in a pair of stocks. Behind her a man was fucking into her pussy and in front a man was fucking her mouth.

"Jesus," Sharon said as she walked in.

"This is Lisa," Julia said, "She's not really shackled in, she can get out whenever she likes."

Sharon just nodded and pushed at a swing that hung in the middle of the room.

"How does this work?"

Lisa looked up from the stocks and stopped sucking the hard cock in her mouth.

"I'll show you if you like," Lisa said releasing herself from the stocks.

Sharon admired Lisa's petite form and her neatly trimmed pussy. Once more she found herself drawn towards the three of them as they moved away from the stocks and to the leather swing.

"Is this your first visit here?" She asked Sharon.

"She works downstairs," Julia answered for her, "She just wanted to take a look."

"You should work up here," Lisa said, "I can tell that you'd fit right in."

"Bit early yet," Sharon said as the petite brunette with short dark hair hopped into the swing. "I'm still getting my head around it."

"Fair enough," Lisa said, "I'll have a chat with you after if you like?"

Sharon was watching Lisa spread her legs and part her pussy lips in anticipation of one of the men filling her.

"She's a bit dumbstruck." Julia grabbed Sharon's hand, "It might be time for her to go back downstairs and have a drink."

Sharon snapped back into reality and decided to sit the night out behind the safety of the bar.

"I might watch from the bar, serve a few drinks, stuff like that."

"No worries," Julia said, "That means I might go find me some cock."

"You go girl," Lisa said, "Here, Sharon, we can be who we really want to be without fear, without being judged."

Sharon had rapidly learnt that Lisa was right. She wasn't fearing for her safety, nor did anyone pressure her. Her prejudices about swingers had been totally blown out of the water.

For the remainder of the night though Sharon served naked men and women drinks at the bar and occasionally wandered around the club. She joined in conversations that were completely normal in any location. People talked sport, politics, real estate and to her delight, literature. As the night went on the sex was less sporadic and couples sat back in the spa relaxing with glasses of sparkling water and champagne.

Other small groups had showers and headed off into the Surry Hills night.

"Here," Kay handed her an envelope, "Vince said you should at least get paid for serving the drinks,"

"Really?" Sharon peered into the envelope and found $300. She was speechless.

"He's a good man," Kay said, "He said that you can pop up anytime you like but you're still needed downstairs mainly."

"That's fine," Sharon popped the money into her hand bag, "I enjoyed tonight, thanks for showing me around."

Kay kissed her on the cheek and Sharon ended the night like she had on many other occasions, alone and sexless.

For the next five weeks she never went back upstairs but kept an eye on those who moved from eating their meals downstairs, to walking up the twenty steps to decadence.

At home she read more and more erotic stories about swingers, she watched double penetration, orgy and gang-bang videos picking up whatever techniques she didn't already know. She spent some of the $300 extra that she'd earned on two dildoes, one for her pussy and the other for her arse.

She could see herself walking around the bar being fingered, fondled and groped by all and sundry. The decadence was alluring, the temptation irresistible.

She was tempted not only by the extra funds, but also by the decadence, by the unbridled debauchery that was playing out above her head. For weeks she fantasised about what she had seen. How she could have truly sucked the pre-cum off the swelling cocks, how she could have been Maria or Lisa or the unnamed asian lady.

Her masturbation and experimentation with sex-toys increased to a point where she often had one rubber cock in every hole. She loved the feeling of having a cock in her arse and one in her pussy. That heady mixture of pain and pleasure excited her like no other.

Five weeks earlier everything she knew and understood about relationships had changed. In the back of her mind she'd always thought that those upstairs were sluts and losers and that no relationship would survive such a lifestyle. She'd thought that those swapping partners upstairs had no chance of lasting. That swinging was a dying couples last gasp.

On one Friday night she was chatting to a couple when she felt a hand rest on her hip. It wasn't a sexual advance, just a hand seeking the attention of the recipient. When she turned to see who it was she nearly dropped the tray of drinks in shock.

Standing behind her was a lady she knew as Mrs Thompson and a man she correctly assumed was her husband and another taller, nervous looking man.

When Sharon was at high school Mrs Thompson was her English head teacher and mentor. Mrs Thompson was Sharon's inspiration to become an English teacher. Throughout her six years at high school Mrs Thompson was always there for her. When Sharon's parents broke up, thanks to her father's philandering, Mrs Thompson consoled her. When a school friend died in a car accident, Mrs Thompson was there to throw an arm around her.

Now here was Mrs Thompson, her husband and a tall stranger in the downstairs of a loosely disguised swingers club.

"Mrs Thompson," Sharon said, "I, um." Uncharacteristically Sharon was lost for words. How exactly do you welcome someone that you have known, someone you knew, loved and respected into a venue like that in which she worked.

"How are you Sharon," Mrs Thompson bent forward and kissed her on the cheek. "This is Peter my husband and Marcus, a friend of his from work."

Sharon shyly nodded to them both.

"Mrs Thompson..." Sharon began to talk but Mrs Thompson cut her off with her signature raising of her right hand.

"It's Caz now Sharon," she laughed, "No more Mrs Thompson, okay."

"Ok," Sharon said meekly, "I'm sorry."

"Boy's," Caz said to the two men lingering behind her. "Go get a drink while I have a quick chat with Sharon."

Caz told Sharon everything that she'd really wanted to say years ago. She told Sharon how she had an open relationship that was built on trust and although temptations still existed, they could easily be either fulfilled or expelled. Caz told her about how she loved to be fucked by numerous men. How she loved to feel filled and how she adored the taste of a woman's pussy.

Sharon couldn't help but feel aroused, intensely aroused. When Caz leant across and kissed Sharon on the lips Sharon didn't resist. She felt her tongue enter Caz's mouth, Caz's hands resting on her hips and sliding around to her buttocks. When Caz broke free she noticed how Sharon's eyes were glazed, how she looked much like she had when she began living a hidden and alternative life all those years ago.

Vince was watching from the bar and was speaking to Julia on the phone. The flu had taken a hold of Julia and she was a mess. As he watched Sharon kissing the middle aged woman in the bar, he took her aside. Vince had never had to ask girls to move upstairs. In his view the more willing they were to join, the better they'd be.

"Were you okay with that," he nodded towards Caz.

"More than okay," Sharon said "Could I do a shift upstairs tonight?"

Vince looked down at the petite 25 year old and smiled. "Excellent, I didn't even have to ask," he said, "Julia is sick with the lurgy, she's not coming in"

"Everything happens for a reason," Sharon said as she hopped up out of the chair and undid her apron.

Once more Vince reiterated his stance that she didn't have to do anything she didn't want to and if any men were to be aggressive to give him a call.

With a distinct spring in her step Sharon darted up the stairs and into the staff change room.

She didn't have any special clothes to wear, no stockings, no suspenders, no sexy underwear. All she had was one of the short aprons to wrap around her waist and the long boots she'd worn to work.

'What a way to start' she thought as she got undressed. She studied herself in the mirror and had to admit that she looked pretty hot wearing just the boots and the tiny apron around her waist. She pulled her long black curly hair out of her pony tail and teased it a bit with some water.

"Here we go," she said to her reflection before she walked out of through the door and into the room where her life would change forever.

She went immediately across to the bar and began to pour beers for the three men who stood semi-naked at the bar, watching and admiring her on the other side.

Sharon had a quick look around the bar and saw that Kay was over on the lounge sitting on some blokes lap and having a chat with the group of men around her.

Sitting at one of the tables was another lady in her thirties with short blond hair and a fine physique. She was wearing a mini skirt and fishnets and like Kay, was surrounded by men.

The three men at the bar were admiring Sharon's petite form as she went about her work setting up the bar.

"You're new here," one of them said as she passed him his drink.

"Yep," Sharon smiled and looked down at the towel wrapped around his waist, wishing it wasn't there.

"You'll have to come around here and undo the towel though," he said.

"Sorry," she smiled back at him, "But I have to go and serve a few more drinks first." She took the tray with a few glasses of wine and beer off the bar.

"For fuck's sake," one of the others said when he saw her walk around the bar with the tray of drinks, "That is one nice arse."

"Actually," said the man who had refused to take off his towel. "You win, here's a before shot." He opened his towel and a sizeable cock hung down.

Sharon felt a shiver run down her spine and her nipples harden. That was going to be hers. One cock of the many that she would suck and fuck that night.

She had a look around the room and the gender balance was certainly skewed towards the males. Caz and her two accomplices came into the room and headed straight towards her.

"You look fantastic," Caz said. "We're in for some fun tonight aren't we boys?" She turned to her husband and Marcus behind him who was trying not to stare at Sharon's pert breasts.

"Let's go get ready then." Caz said and headed off down to the group change room.

Sharon went dutifully back to serving the drinks and checking out the talent that was in the room. She sauntered over to the group in the middle with the blond and introduced herself.

"Are you Julia's replacement tonight?" one of the men said.

"I am indeed," Sharon said.

"I certainly hope that you work as hard as Julia does," he said, "Because she's a trooper."

"I'll do my best."

"I'm Emma by the way," she said "That's Phil my husband, he never introduces himself nor I"

"Typical male," Sharon said, laughed and went back to the bar wondering what to do next.

As if reading her mind Kay hopped off the lap of one of the men she was sitting on and came over.

"Now I guess you're wondering what happens next?" she said.

"You read my mind," Sharon said.

"You're remind me of myself when I first started three years ago."

Sharon was impressed, "You've been doing this for three years?"

"Indeed," she said, "The way Julia and I work is that we kind of pretend that this is our own party."

"Ok," Sharon said. "So I should just be the congenial and friendly host."

"The congenial, friendly and incredibly sexy host," Kay said as she rubbed Sharon on the arm.

"Oh guess who's here," Sharon said.

"I have no idea," Kay said, "Lord Lucan?"

"My old English teacher."

"Really," Kay said genuinely amazed. "Which one is he?"

"It's not a he, it's a she."

"Emma?" she asked.

"No," Sharon said, "It's Caz."

Kay looked around the room searching for Caz and her husband Peter.

"She's getting ready," Sharon said, "She shouldn't be long."

"I can't believe that Caz is your old teacher," Kay said and picked up a tray of drinks, "She's one wild lady."

"I can't believe it either," Sharon said, "She lives a double life."

"Fuck," Kay said, "Don't we all." She put the drinks down and continued. "What do you think I do during the day?"

"I have no idea."

"I'm a financial counsellor with the Salvation Army."

Sharon just stood there imagining Kay in a Salvos uniform.

Kay continued "So no, I don't go around telling people I work in a swingers club."

"Do you wear a Salvos uniform?"

"Fuck no," Kay said, "They're too daggy."

"Wish she would just on one night," One of the guys at the bar chimed in, "I'd love to fuck her in a Salvo's uniform."

"That's just so inappropriate," Kay said in mock admonishment.

After a few minutes chatting about how useless men were and how if they didn't have a cock they'd be going to the tip by the truckload, Sharon went for a quick stroll down to the change room to see if Caz and her party wanted a drink.

She expected to see them getting undressed, she didn't expect to see Caz sitting naked and spread legged on a chair while slowly stroking her husband's cock.

Shocked, Sharon just stood in the doorway with her mouth agape.

"I'm just taking some of the wrinkles out," Caz said, "It got squashed up in the car."

Sharon noticed that Marcus was still dressed and was sitting on one of the chairs and she gave a quizzical look to Caz.

"Oh Marcus is a bit nervous," Caz said, "It's his first time here at the club."

"Well," Sharon said pleased that she wasn't the only novice. "So am I Marcus."

Marcus stared at her and had a look of amazement and admiration on his face.

Remembering what Kay had said about running the place like it was your own party, Sharon made Marcus an offer.

"You can come and help me behind the bar if you like," she said, "Although you will need to get undressed and wear the obligatory towel."

"I suppose I could do that," he said in a deep voice that Sharon was immediately attracted to.

"Here," Caz said getting up out of the chair and releasing her husbands cock, "I'll help you get undressed."

"I'm going to go get a beer," Peter said and wrapped a towel around his waist. His cock was tenting the towel quite significantly and as he edged his way past Sharon, who deliberately didn't move away from the doorway, he brushed up against her. She felt his cock rub against her hips as he squeezed past and she took in an involuntary sharp breath as he did so.

Caz, who was 43, only about 5' 4" and had never had children of her own was in perfect shape and Sharon couldn't help but be impressed. She started undoing Marcus's shirt and he was more than willing to help. She looked over to Sharon who was still standing in the doorway, her heart beating faster as he got undressed.

"Marcus has never had two women at once," Caz said, "He's just fucked me with Peter."

"Really?" Sharon said as she moved into the room. "Well he's more experienced than me because I've never had anything other than just one guy."

"Well," Caz said, "I think that we should change that right here and right now, don't you think?"

Sharon sauntered over to Marcus who was now kicking his shoes off in anticipation of his pants being removed.

"He's certainly seemed to have changed his attitude," Sharon said.

"I think he likes you," Caz said, "I've known him long enough to tell."

"How long?" Sharon had to ask.

Caz started to unbuckle his belt, "Oh about six months now," she said, "I really want to keep this cock to myself though,"

"Let's see it then," Sharon squatted down next to Caz and sub-consciously licked her lips. As she squatted she could feel her pussy open slightly.

"If I'm not mistaken you've never kissed another woman either have you?" Caz asked as she zipped down his fly.

"Not in the way you're thinking, Miss," Sharon said before realising her error but before Caz could admonish her, Marcus interrupted.

"I like that," he said, "That dirty teacher - student liaison."

"Do you now," Caz said and pulled his pants down around his ankles. "Well one day you can come to my office and we'll fuck in a classroom."

"Knowing you you'll have some of the students fuck you as well," he said.

"Hey," she slapped him hard on the thigh, "Enough of that talk, you know we keep that separate."

"Yeah, I know," he said with a pronounced lift in his voice as Caz ran her fingers around the waistband of his underpants.

Sharon was shaking with anticipation as Caz teasingly pulled the elastic strap down over his swollen cock. Sharon could barely conceal her joy when his cock popped out and was already two-thirds erect. It wasn't huge, nor was it small, it was the perfect goldilocks cock, just right.

Caz grabbed it and brought it to her mouth sucking in his head in one glorious motion.

"Oh fuck," Marcus moaned, "That is glorious."

She drew a strand of precum off his knob and it hung tantalisingly down between them. She looked over at Sharon who was in a trance of desire and had begun to rub her pussy as she waited. The smile she gave Sharon snapped her out and Sharon moved over and dipped her tongue under the hanging man jam. When her tongue came in contact with the tangy semen Caz joined her and the two of them kissed for the first time.

Caz embraced her former student and Marcus stepped back and pulled all his clothes off. Admiring the display of feminine affection before him he stood there stroking his cock while enjoying the fine features of the two women before him. The girl's hands were exploring each others bodies with a determination and knowledge of pleasure zones that women can show each other.

Once more the girls kissed and Marcus pushed his cock between their mouths.

"Ok you two," he said as they licked along his shaft, "I've lost all my inhibitions, well done."

Caz looked up at him and Sharon took her future husband's knob into her mouth for the first time.

"You have no inhibitions you evil bastard," Caz said.

Marcus just laughed and held the back of Sharon's head as she expertly licked, sucked and deep-throated his cock.

"I think we should go out into the bar," Caz said.

"I think you should too," said her husband Peter who had reappeared at the doorway. "There are people out there going thirsty."

"Damn," Sharon said, "Isn't Kay available."

"Kay's busy," he said.

"Doing what?" Sharon said as she stood up and straightened her apron.

"Come and find out."

The four naked and semi-naked swingers walked down the aisle and back out into the main bar where Kay was up on the lounge in the corner rubbing her pussy with a vibrator as a man slid a thin dildo into her arse.

"Christ," Marcus said, "That's unreal."

"Come with me," Sharon said to him, "You made a promise."

"No worries," he said as he tied his towel around his waist.

As she walked past Emma she saw that she was stroking both her husband Phil's cock and that of another man.

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