“You expecting an early snow and white Christmas? What’s with the long coat, Bill?” His mouth puckered as if holding back a secret.

“You can say that. I’m going to check out a semi private club. Depending on what I find, I’ll invite you and your lovely, sexy wife to the next meeting.” He refused to say any more. When I saw him the next day, he ignored me and drove off. Odd behavior for a friend.

A week later, December 2, he rang my bell knowing my wife, Sue, was out. “Al, I have to tell you about that club.” He gulped. “You must go check it out — maybe alone is best this time. Leave ALL your valuables in your car before you enter. Your first visit is free, then it’s a $30 member fee + $5 for an ID ankle bracelet that’s refundable. What you do there is up to you alone. Bring this completed application with you.” Breathless and nervous, he gave me the address on Long Island and a password. Curiosity won over caution and I drove out to the club for their next meet during our first snowfall.

The club was actually a mansion. After leaving everything in my car, I locked it and hid the key under a fender. A guard saluted me as I approached the wide plain door. Looking in the window, I saw an empty foyer. Two pretty women held each other as they passed behind me, giggling. I wondered what happens behind the green door that charged my friend so much.

When I entered the foyer, I stood alone a moment until someone asked for the password by speaker. I gave it and heard the door lock click. Before me was a dimly lit long hall leading to a brightly lit-from-behind buff man — totally naked. His long and thick dick lied over his big balls between his man-spread legs. That was my first clue. “Com’on, move it. You holdin up the line,” he shouted. Line? I turned and saw the two pretty women from outside were entering the hall — naked, and carrying their coats.

I gulped, moved to the man, and handed him my application. “By your password, I can tell this is your first time here. This visit is free. Next time wear cloth shoes and bring me a clean blood panel. Clothes off — everything but shoes, then step up on the inspection box.” Though I hesitated, I stripped in front of three strangers. The two beauties watching me made my cock swell. They smiled. Don stuffed all my clothes into a paper bag, stamped it with a code number, then stamped my hand with the same number. He handed the bag across the hall to a woman I hadn’t seen before. She was the naked coat-check-chick.

A barely visible black box stood flush against the wall. When I climbed up the two steps to stand on the box, my cock was chin level with the greeter, Don. Between the bright light behind him and the one strapped to his head, my cock and balls were the brightest subjects in the hall. Don squeezed my cock, lifted it, then slid my prepuce back and examined behind my crown ridge with his fingers and nose. He lifted my balls and looked under them.

“OK. Turn away and bend over.” He spread my cheeks and sniffed my butt hole. “You’re cleared for tonight. No fluid exchange until we see your clean blood panel. Future exams will be less intense. Wear this purple bracelet until you leave. It tells everyone that you are not cleared for fucking or other fluid exchange. Step down.” The women seemed to enjoy my cock dancing as I moved.

Don grabbed my cock and shook it three times while staring me in the eye. “Grab my cock and shake it three times. That’s the hedonistic handshake, also known as HH or GH. You are to use it with any club men you meet from now on. More than that is a hand job and you better make them cum.” As Don dipped his hands into a bowl of hand sanitizer, the women greeted him by name. No one asked me to move, so I stood and watched the women.

Fran, with the F cups, climbed the steps first with Don holding her hand. Her huge stiff tits didn’t look or move naturally. “I see you got your tits done since your last visit. Nice job.” She smiled and gave them an extra bounce. He lifted each tit and felt under them. “OK, Fran, back against the wall. Squat and spread ‘em.” Her bald pussy under her short landing strip spread wide. He pushed back her hood and circled her clit as I watched it grow and her deep pink glow in his head light. Don slipped a finger in her dampening pussy, then along her split cheeks to her pale brown hole. Cleared, she stepped down.

“Al, this is how we greet women with the hedonistic hand shake. You cup their pussy, then run a finger into their split three times to her clit. Some will thrust their hips to you as a sign you may finger them deeper. No more than three times or you must make her cum no matter where you are. Even tonight, you may lick their juices off your fingers, but you may not lick their pussies until I have your clean blood panel. And NO means NO. Bea, step up on the box. You two may enter.”

Fran gripped my cock and said she would wait for Bea. We watched Don examine Bea — under her B cups, between her gaping pussy lips, and along her wrinkled hole. My cock surged as I watched and Fran squeezed me with every surge. I cupped her pussy and she thrust her hips at me so I deeply fingered her wet pussy — she moaned. Don licked Bea’s dripping pussy. Coat-check-chick took their coats, hung them with tickets, and Don stamped their hands. His cock was fully awake and extended straight out.

Bea stepped down and gripped Don’s massive cock. She slowly shook it three times while staring deeply in his eyes as he ploughed her fattened pussy in sync with her thrusting hips. He circled her stiff clit and both began breathing hard. He said, “We-e-e b-b-better stop here or I’ll spoil your night’s fun and cum all over you.” Both sighed, and stopped. I stared at Fran for an explanation.

She said, “They have a, ahh, special relationship.” As we moved into the dim ball room, she whispered, “She’s his daughter.” When I looked back, I saw her lift his balls and kiss his cock before joining us. I chose to stay silent.

I’ve never seen so many pleather sofas and love seats in one room. Easy cleanup perhaps? Many faced each other for easy mixed access, I presumed. A raised stage trimmed with LEDs sat near the entry. Fran pulled me to friends who were early in their intimacies. The three men stood and exchanged GH with her; the three women stayed on the sofa and spread their legs before stroking each others’ pussies with Fran. She introduced me and nodded at the six groins I was to grip. The men were all hard and awkward to grip. We stopped at three shakes.

The women were all wet and took extra pleasure in shaking my cock while thrusting their hips at me. The last woman, blond Goldie, didn’t stop at three. She kept shaking my cock in her right hand as her left gripped my wrist and held me inside her. Stirring her hot pussy on my fingers, she flexed on them and stared at her companion. Fran said, “You know what you must do now even while her guy watches. Make her cum — before she makes you cum. I know that’s a tall order.”

Of course it was. Her guy was stroking himself as he watched her stroke me. He said, “If she makes you cum first, cover her face and tits in cum. We all saw your purple ID, but she wants to drain you to satisfy her mean streak. I hope you make her cum first.” A naked “mean girl?” So some ugliness snuck into a room of love. There’s a way to handle her even with my imposed limitations.

I stepped closer to her as she shifted her ass to the edge of the sofa. As I pushed a third finger into her, I pinched and twisted a nipple hard. Apparently enjoying pain, she moaned. Sliding into her with my thumb up let me push hard against the side of her clit and push her hood back. She lurched, then moaned. My next stroke went deep with my fingers tilted up and I stroked her G spot. She gasped. Two more strokes and I had her. Staying focused on her let me ignore her weak attempt to get me off. Hitting her C then her G made her sweat and gasp — still no orgasm.

Would shoving a finger in her ass be a violation for me? What if I used a carrot from the foam snowman? With no fluid exchange, I felt safe to use my fingers. With no regard for the mean girl, I dipped a finger in some horse raddish sauce, then quickly twisted it into her winking brown hole. As I filled her with the spicy sauce, I rubbed her clit and G. Just a few seconds later, she began to whoop and moan as her ass began to burn. When I rubbed her front hot spots, I spread the sauce on her wrinkled hole and she began thrusting off the sofa as she climaxed with a loud scream that got everyone’s attention. I withdrew and she stood and rubbed her rear hole before rushing off to a bathroom.

Her husband applauded. “I’ll have to remember that trick. She always fights her orgasm as if it’s a competition. I always lose. Thanks, Al.” My cock softened. I asked Fran what the protocol was if someone were actively filling any of a woman’s holes. It seems rude to ask him to stop so I can shake his cock in greeting.

“I agree. That’s never come up. Maybe it’s best to avoid them until they are done?” That made sense to me. She handed me an alcohol wipe for my butt finger.

“Where’s Bea?” I wondered as I looked around. Fran pointed to a cluster of people gathered around a love seat. When we approached, we saw Bea lying on a short man with her tit in his mouth and his cock in her pussy. Another man was behind her and fucking her ass while a third man was in front and stuffing her throat. “Does that take more concentration or a total lack of it? Does her dad know?”

“Her dad is by the door, watching. He’ll be one of the three men before the night is over. I don’t know about the concentration. I’ve never had a four-way.”

“Well, Fran, I’d love to help you with that, but I suppose it has to wait til I lose this purple ID. I can’t wait to get my wife in here.”

“Just remember, when she comes here she may want a four-way without you. Can you handle that?” As I pondered that, Fran waved and went to other friends. The more I watched that shapely ass wiggle, the more I wanted in it. While I wandered around, the variety of cocks surprised me. Besides thickness and length, many were bent left, right, up and even down. Watching couples copulate showed me how adaptable we are and began giving me ideas for the Secret Santa exchanges. Men were more “friendly” with greetings than women as most who were not occupied grabbed my cock and shook it three times. I returned the favor, as required.

There was no shortage of three and foursomes in the ballroom. There was no dancing in this ball room. Smaller rooms lined the big room with huge beds to hold their own orgies. When I wandered upstairs, I found a balcony that gave a bird’s eye view of the clusters of fucking in the ballroom. Several occupied rooms had restrictive signs like “Warm Swaps Only” while two halls were roped off. I saw enough and made my way out. The coat-check-chick read my hand and handed me my bag of clothes. Though I dressed in front of her and made my cock dance for her, she wasn’t impressed. She handed me an application for my wife. The cars were covered in light snow.

“Well, Bill, I went to the club and saw many small shows. After getting over the shock of completely stripping in the hall while others watched, I became more-or-less jaded. Seeing all the naked bodies was like being at a car show — most were nice to look at, a few were awkward, and a few were cock-hardening exciting.”

“Yet, overall fun. Right, Al? Did you catch a stage show or watch Don fuck Bea?”

“Stage show? No. He fucks his daughter in front of everyone? I did see him watching her in a four-way. He didn’t seem upset about the three cocks filling her every hole.”

“Sometimes they are the stage show since ‘incest is best.’ Are you going back and taking Sue? We all know she’s a closet exhibitionist.”

“Oh I’m going back, Bill. Sue will resist going unless she feels she had no choice. I’m sure she’ll love getting naked and G-handing strangers. The Secret Santa excuse will help me convince her. How will that work?”

“It is a little different from your office Secret Santa. You probably won’t know who gets your gift unless you’re there to watch the openings. The theme this year is food. Bring some sort of phallic food or sauce wrapped in Pink for females, Blue for males, or Yellow for either. For holiday gatherings, we are allowed to wear body paint — edible of course.”

When I told Sue “we” were going to an adult Secret Santa party in an adult club, she said NO with emphasis. Avoiding lies, I said we didn’t have to do anything with the other guests — that was true. I left out that everyone had to be naked.

The party date came and I had trouble containing my excitement. Though I had intended to go wearing just a coat and shoes, to keep up the illusion I wore a shirt and slacks too. I let Sue pick her outfit without comment. She claims to be modest, yet in some situation where she “has no choice” she strips with defiance and struts her graces as if she doesn’t care — she doesn’t.

Snow had fallen all day, but the parking field was plowed of the six-inch accumulation. The mansion impressed Sue even before we reached the green door. This time it was unlocked and the guard nodded. A few simply dressed others joined us in the foyer. When the inner door clicked, Sue and I were first to enter. We took off our coats before reaching the end of the dim hallway, then handed them to the coat-check-chick. I rested our two Yellow gifts on the inspection box.

“AL, she’s naked. Is that norm...? OH, the greeter is naked too. Wow. He is a big guy.”

“I guess you mean Don’s erection. Yes, both are required to be naked.”

As the people behind us turned in their coats, Sue squeaked “All these people were naked under their coats! What kind of place is this?”

Before I could answer, Don shouted “Papers. Clothes off.” Sue’s jaw dropped. She turned to look at Don’s thick stiffness, then turned back to me. I was already naked and handing my clothes to the coat check girl. Sue stared wide eyed at my stark stiff manhood as I got my ID stamp. Three of the five men behind us were already stiff too.

“Al, do you all expect me to strip? Here? Naked?”

“Yes, dear. But only because it is required. Dan has approved your blood panel. Now hurry. You’re holding up the others.” One of them said he didn’t mind waiting to see a beautiful newcomer strip. He fingered his wife as she stroked him in no hurry.

“Clothes off — everything, or step aside,” said Don. “Secret Santa gifts go in one of the gift crates by color wrapping.” A second man and his wife said they would enjoy watching Sue strip. Mouth open, Sue looked to me for a decision. My pulsing cock gave it to her. Just for clarity, I began unbuttoning her blouse. She watched my fingers without resistance. Her chest rose and fell faster when I reached the last button. She gasped when I removed her top and handed it to the coat-check-chick.

Gulping meant she accepted. When I removed her bra and exposed her round B cups and swelling nipples, she exhibited her cute tits to Don, then turned to flash the waiting crowd before she handed me her bra to turn in. Barely blushing, I knew she’d enjoy this. For a moment, she stared at the naked pussies behind us. Then, she stepped out of her shoes and unfastened her slacks. Like a party stripper, she let them fall slowly and exposed her pillowy cheeks bundled in green mini panties.

Taking her time bending and pushing her cute ass out told us all she was past her “modesty” and enjoying getting naked for strangers. After handing me her slacks with a tight smile, she pulled her panties up tight to show off her lusty camel toe. When she hooked her thumbs into her panties, she pulled one side down, then the other. Now she was teasing us all. Seven jaded cocks pulsed as we watched her expose just some ass crack, then spin to show off her landing strip.

With a wide smile, she exposed both cheeks and bent over. I sighed at her bold display. Most of the men moved to stroke their wives’ asses. Finally, she let her panties drop and kicked them to me as she hid her pussy. She bowed, arms out to the crowd, then turned and bowed to Don. Thinking she was in, she laughed. She was “in” but only for a surprise. “Very nice tease. Now step on the IB, feet apart at the edges,” urged Don.

She looked at me. “We all are required to have an inspection before we are allowed in the ball room. Your first is extremely thorough. You’ll see mine is less so.” The others came closer and we all watched my wife’s naked ass waddle up the steps. She covered her pussy and looked around.

“Hands on your head,” squawked Don. Her small tits rose and her nipples assumed their perfect shapes. Though not necessary, Don lifted each small tit and pinched her nipples. He slid his hands up each leg until he bumped her swollen pussy. With a little smile, he pushed two fingers into her wet pussy and licked them. As I watched and enjoyed my wife’s exam, he spread her lips, pushed his nose in her, and sniffed, then licked her exquisite nectar.

A slight sigh said he enjoyed her scent and taste. Finally, he had her turn around and grab her ankles. After pushing just one finger deep into her glistening pussy, he slid it up her butt crack, spread one cheek and slid the wet finger in her ass. She nearly flew off the stand. He pulsed that finger in and out as she began to moan. After sniffing her ass, he said, “OK. You’re clear to enter. Now you know what to expect. Now that you are cleared, I can share the secret sign. When someone flips an earlobe with three fingers, they are telling you they are members here. You should return the sign if you want them to know you are a member and are comfortable naked with strangers. You should know that we have a generous supply of alcohol wipes throughout and there are many cameras in the club. You may order a pricey custom edited record of your actions, with other faces blurred.” The others applauded lightly except for one woman who stroked her husband and me.

As we turned to enter the ballroom, Don cupped her pussy and slid a finger up her slit three times. She gasped and stared at me. He explained the GH and told her to shake his cock three times. “Now that you understand the GH, remember to greet everyone, male and female that way, unless they are doing the deed. Greet everyone here then go in.” As she cupped each pussy, each husband cupped her ass. One slid his cock up her crack. She reached back and shook it while shaking another cock. With a quick smile, she grabbed my cock and led us in.

Standing at the closed doors, Sue was in awe of the huge ballroom and busy balcony. Looking around, she said, “It’s like trying to focus on a multi ring circus. There must be forty ‘rings’ here.” I nodded. An older man with an impressive semi strode up to us and cupped Sue’s groin. She lurched as he slid up her slit three times and fingered her once before gripping my cock in greeting. She gulped and greeted him properly. Leaving him with a swelling cock.

We made our way around the room and exchanged greetings with several couples. Half masks were available and we chose to use them. Tensions eased as we watched varied sex acts in progress. Soon, Sue got used to unknown hands petting or spreading her cheeks.

Our first intense encounter was with an attractive couple on the floor. As we exchanged GH, Sue’s hand lingered on his big bent cock. He took that as in invitation and asked if he could fuck Sue. She declined, yet smiled and held a firm grip on his cock. He slipped a second finger in her wet pussy and went well beyond three strokes. As he fingered my wife, I fingered his.

Sue spread her legs for him and stared at me with dreamy eyes. When his wife climaxed on my fingers, Sue was already breathing hard as the stranger circled her clit. Though she resisted her orgasm, her tiny tits and big nipples rose and fell faster on her chest. Sue lurched forward, burying his fingers in her, when another cock slid up her spread cheeks. I watched it rub her pink wrinkled hole as she backed onto it. With her clit already at full attention, she reached back and rubbed the other cock against her, but not in her. That big cock slid under her and split her lower labia under the active, pumping fingers.

The second man wet his finger as her wetness coated his cock. After circling her star hole a moment, he slid it in her ass and pumped it. That brought her over the top and her orgasmic scream would have drowned the Christmas music if not muffled by the first man’s tongue in her mouth. Panting, she collapsed on his chest. The finger in her ass stilled, then unscrewed and left. The woman I just fingered caught the second man and silently dropped to her knees. She licked and sucked my wife’s nectar off his still stiff cock. He grabbed an alcohol wipe and cleaned his finger for his next invasion. The first man, Ben, whispered, “Look for me later. When you’re ready, my BENt cock will find and stroke your G spot to orgasm.” We walked away and I lifted my mask.

Fran found us as we wandered. She shook my cock as I GH’d her pussy. “Hi lover. Is this your wife? Happy to meet you. I see your purple band is gone, Al.” As she and Sue fingered each other, she added, “Hmm, I see you’ve fit in with us already, Sue.” She savored my wife’s juices. “When I find two more endowed men, we can show your wife the four-way you promised me. Then she can be the central star.” I grinned as Sue’s brows knitted in curiosity. “I hear Bea is planning a staged event with you know who shortly. See you there.” She pushed her tongue in my mouth and walked away shaking her hips. What a great ass.