Chapter 7

The GPS unit announced our arrival, and I swung the SUV into the parking lot. The club was in another building that could have once been a warehouse. This one didn’t look as bad as the adult theater, and the parking lot was well paved and nicely lit. I could see a relatively clean looking motel in the adjacent lot, beyond a wooden fence.

I pulled into a parking spot and stopped the car. Jenny didn’t quit her sucking, so I fingered her pussy as she blew me. I think she was determined to get me off, but I wanted to wait until later, so reluctantly, I pulled her up and kissed her. It was then she noticed we had parked.

“Oh, we’re here,” she said, laughing.

Jenny sat up and looked out the driver’s window. Teresa and Phil were approaching and saw her head come up from my laugh. They both smiled as I put my cock back in my pants and we got out of the SUV.

“I’m jealous,” Phil said laughing, “I didn’t get a blow job on the ride over here.”

I laughed and told him that he would have if the wives had switched cars. He said he would have to keep that in mind for the next trip. The club looked well maintained, with a well-lit entrance and a sign that said “Club Iniquity”.

“Odd name for a club,” Jenny said as I opened the door for everyone and we went inside. There was a small entry hall, with a counter on the left side. A pretty twenty-something woman with blonde hair was smiling at us from behind the counter, dressed in a very revealing dress that accentuated her large breasts.

“Hi,” she greeted us, with a deep Texas drawl, “welcome to Iniquity. Is this your first time here?”

We explained that it was and that we had come to see Tamara perform. We paid the entrance fee and she stopped us as we were attempting to leave.

“I just need to go over the rules with you and get you to sign this acknowledgment,” she explained and she turned a plastic-coated card to us so that we can read it. She pointed at each of the rules as she told them to us.

“Club Iniquity is a swingers club. Appropriate conduct is required at all times,” she began, and I think all four of us nearly fainted. Well, that explained the name. Nobody spoke.

“Women are allowed to go topless anywhere inside, as are men, but we ask that you not go fully bottomless at the bar and dance floor,” she continued, looking to us for acknowledgment.

I spoke for the group, “Ok.”

“There are private cabanas, with your own table service. They feature a sectional sofa near the dance floor with curtains that you can close if you want. You can play around there, but if you’re going to be fully naked and going at it, we ask you to close the curtains. You can leave them open if you’re just playing around or doing oral. People like to show off and watch.” She paused again.

“Ok,” I replied, nodding.

“If you interact with other guests, remember three simple rules: ask before joining, no means no, and don’t be a dick.” She chuckled as she finished the rule.

We all let out a nervous laugh, and I added, “Ok.”

“You can get drinks at the bar, and the open tabletops are first-come-first-serve. Will you be interested in a cabana tonight?” She asked, looking expectantly at us. I asked her how much were they and she explained that it was $150 for two hours with a bottle of “well” liquor and all the setups and munchies we needed. $300 to upgrade a premium bottle and $500 for top shelf. If we wanted a private room, they were $500 to $100 for 2 hours depending on what we ordered.

“If I want a cabana with Ketel One vodka, how much is that?” I asked, again, speaking for our silent group.

“That would be three-hundred for two hours,” she replied immediately.

I handed her my credit card, “Let’s do that.” I concluded. My wife gave me a surprised look, but, held onto my arm more tightly.

After running my card, the hostess turned us over to a pretty waitress named Shelly, who led us inside and to our cabana. To call it a cabana was a bit of an exaggeration. It was a large, square booth, with seats on 3 sides. The fourth side was open and faced the dance floor. There was a central square table in the center, and four columns, leading up to what appeared to be a large canopy, like for a bed. It had purple velvet drapes tied to each corner that could be untied and spread out to give concealment on the front and sides. The back wall was mirrored.

Jenny went in first and scooted around to the middle, facing the dance floor. Phil and Teresa hesitated for a moment, and then Phl went around to the left to sit beside Jenny and Teresa slid in beside me. Just as we were getting settle, Shelly returned with a bottle of Ketel One vodka on ice. With her was the bartender, named Anthony, who brought us a set of mixers, condiments and snacks. The table was equipped with a buzzer in case we needed anything from the bar.

I busied myself pouring drinks for everyone. I made Cosmopolitans for Teresa and Jenny and dirty martinis for Phil and I. When the drinks were ready, we shared a quick toast. Then the awkward silence set in.

I looked around at everyone, sitting my drink, “So,” I said, then ran out of things to add.

Phil nodded and replied, “So,” but had nothing constructive to add. It was Teresa who broke the ice.

“So,” she began, just like we had, but then quickly added, “the Adult Theater sure was interesting. My favorite part was when Jenny was on all four sucking your cock Dan, and Phil fingered her to two hard orgasms.”

Jenny sat forward looking at the other woman and laughed, “Well, I’m glad I explained that to Dan in the car on the way over here.”

Teresa scooted closer to me until our legs were touching. “I just wanted to get that out on the table, because I think Dan owes me two orgasms now.”

Phil chuckled and put his hand on Jenny’s thigh. Jenny leaned slightly against Phil and smiled up at him. He raised his glass towards me, “Careful, Dan. Teresa’s keeping score.”

I felt more than a little uncomfortable. It seemed like everyone else was much further along the path to acceptability with all of this than I was. “I see,” I replied, trying to sound cheerful, but failing, “let’s hope I don’t get any more behind.”

I saw Jenny recoil a little from my words, and she moved away from Phil several inches. Then I added, “I mean before I get caught up.” With that, I put my arm on the back of the chair around Teresa. She snuggled in under my arm, her hand moving to my leg. I saw Jenny watching me closely; then she leaned back against Phil.

I quickly finished my martini then suggested we do some dancing. Everyone seemed to like the idea, so I led Teresa out to the dancefloor, and I watched Phil similarly escort my wife. Some unspoken decision had apparently been made to swap partners, and I went along, not wanting to be the only person not into it.

We danced to a couple of songs. For me, it was a little awkward. Both songs were upbeat, so there was not a lot of touching. I kept watching Jenny, and we would exchange periodic glances. She seemed to be having a great time. I tried to make sure Teresa did too.

After the second song, the music stopped, and someone introduced Tamara. We were very close to the small stage at the front of the room and cheered when she came out. I was surprised by her outfit. Gone was the subtle, yet somewhat conservative black dress she had worn at the restaurant. Instead, she was wearing very sexy lingerie that left little to the imagination. She saw us and blew us a kiss then sat at a keyboard and started to play.

Her songs were mostly slow, and about halfway through the first one, Teresa pulled me into an embrace and started slow dancing with me. I smiled at her and looked around for Jenny, finding her and feel several feet away also slow dancing, He had both hands on her ass, and she seemed to be enjoying it.

Teresa pulled my body tightly against hers and put my hands on her ass. “That’s better,” she said, with her mouth close to my ear.

I squeezed her ass and massaged the cheeks through the fabric of her skirt. She started kissing my neck and my cock, which had been semi-erect this whole time sprang to full erection. She felt it pressing against her crotch, and she smiled, “And that’s even better!” she moaned.

The song ended, and we applauded, turning to look up at Tamara. The next song started, and it was another slow, sultry number. We continued dancing, and I was becoming lost with my arousal. I suddenly realized I hadn’t seen Jenny in a while. I looked around for her, but couldn’t find her. “They went back to the cabana,” Teresa said into my ear as she rubbed my cock through my pants.

My eyes darted back across the dance floor to our cabana, and sure enough, they were sitting on the sofa. Phil had his left arm around her and was kissing her hard, with his right hand visibly between her legs. “Uhh, do you want to go back and have a drink?” I asked, making up a reason to go back.

“Sure,” she nodded, “I could use one.”

I took her hand and led her back. We entered the cabana, but Phil and Jenny hadn’t looked up. She had spread her legs wide, and he had two fingers inside her pussy, working them firmly and slowly as they made out. We sat down together, and Jenny suddenly pulled away, looking at us with a surprised look on her face. Phile glanced our way then began sucking on her exposed nipple. She moaned and was looking at me with her mouth open. I could tell she wanted reassurance. I blew her a kiss, then started making drinks.

She let out a loud moan and started grinding her hips, holding Phil’s head in her hands. She was looking at me, eyes locked with mine for several seconds before she closed them tightly and gasped, “Oh fuck, baby” then turned her attention back to Phil.

I started shaking cocktails, and Teresa sat behind me, with her hands around my waist stroking me through my pants and fumbling with my zipper.

As I started pouring the drinks, I heard a male voice, “Well, well, you made it.” Surprised I looked up to find Josh, the bartender from the restaurant entering our cabana. Jenny sat up, and Phil pulled his hand out of her pussy, as she lowered her skirt, trying to recover a bit of her composure,

“Josh!” Jenny exclaimed, “Hey!”

I greeted Josh and offered him a drink. “Reversal of roles,” I said with a grin, “Can I make you a martini?”

He accepted my offer and sat down between Jenny and Teresa. While I made the drinks, Jenny introduced Josh and explained who he was to everyone. He apologized or intruding, but Jenny and Teresa assured him he was not imposing. I finished making the drinks and passed them out, then sat down next to Phil’s wife and offered a toast.

“Here’s to new friends and new experiences, may they both come often,” I said, stressing the word “come.” Everyone laughed and tipped their glasses. Tamara finished another song, and we let out a few cheers and applauded loudly. She waved at us and started another song.

I noticed that both Josh and Phil had gotten extremely close to Jenny, who looked to be eating it up. Teresa pulled on my chin, and I turned my face into her as she kissed me, slipping her tongue into my mouth. I kissed her back, hands moving to her 36D tits and squeezing them. She practically rolled her body against my hands, breathing in deeply.

She broke away long enough to pull her top off and throw it to the side. As she did, I cast a quick glance to my wife. Her dress was open entirely. Phil was sucking on her right breast and Josh the left. She had her hands on both men’s cocks, gripping them through their pants. I didn’t have much time to look at Jenny as Teresa straddled my lap and pressed her tits against my face.

I began to lick around one nipple, then sucked it into my mouth, rolling my tongue around it firmly. Teresa let out a shuddering groan and pulled my head tightly to her breast. She had her skirt up over her hips and was grinding on my crotch. I moved my hands onto her bare ass and began to knead the full, round cheeks.

Teresa’s nipple was larger and thicker feeling in my mouth than Jenny’s. I used my tongue to massage them as I sucked. I heard a noise and looked up to see our waitress refreshing our setups. She smiled and said, “Don’t mind me,” before moving to untie the curtains and close them, leaving us to some privacy. “Buzz me if you need anything.”

I was beyond aroused. I wanted to fuck Teresa badly, but I could not keep my eyes from wandering to Jenny. I was worried this might be too much for her, but I need not have been. I heard her let out a gasp, then a deep moan. I turned my head to look and was surprised to see Phil was kneeling between her open legs, lapping at your pussy, with long slow licks from the bottom to the top, over and over again, making her hips grind and buck, following his tongue. Josh was standing next to her, with his right foot up on the sofa next to her. He was fondling her tits with his left hand as his right hand held her by the head. His cock was thrusting in and out of her mouth. She was looking up into his eyes, oblivious of Teresa and me.