Chapter 30

I went back across the hall to the bar and ordered another beer, this time from the male bartender. I took it next door to the relaxation room and sat. I was always pretty comfortable being by myself, so I had no problem sitting alone. When I was halfway through the beer, an older couple came in, probably in their fifties, I’d guess, tanned and in reasonable shape given their age. They took seats and laughed about something to themselves.

After a couple of minutes, the man turned toward me and said, “I don’t think I’ve seen you before. First time?”

I allowed that I was a guest and, yes, first time here.

He introduced themselves as Jack and Kathy -- I had no idea if those were real names or not -- and said they were taking a breather. “At our age, we have to pace ourselves. How’s your first time going?”

I told them I hadn’t been here that long, but I hadn’t seen anything that had appealed to me yet.

“Don’t you worry, honey,” said Kathy, “it’s still early. Things will get hopping pretty soon. Trust me, we’re old hands.”

We chatted for a few minutes more, then they made moves to get back to it. They were standing up and setting down their drinks, when two women came in the door, wearing the waist-to-knee sarongs. They all did the ‘Oh, fancy meeting you here!’ face, and kissed each other’s cheeks. One of the new women called her ‘Kathy’, so maybe those were their real names after all.

The two new women appeared to be in their late thirties or early forties, and well toned, the kind of muscle tone that you get from tennis and Pilates. Good looking, with a patina of ‘I-have-to-spend-a-lot-of-money-to-look-like-this-but-it’s-worth-it’. Both wore wedding rings, I noticed, but were sans husbands. Kathy whispered in her ear while the other chatted amiably with Jack, until Jack and Kathy took their leave with little waves of the tips of their fingers.

The one who had whispered with Kathy looked around, then pretended to see me sitting in the chair, as if she had been unaware of my presence.

“Oh, sorry, that was a little rude of us. Were you talking to Jack and Kathy? I apologize for interrupting, but we hadn’t seen them in ages. Bad manners.”

I assured them it was fine, we’d finished already.

“I’m Melanie, and this is Cecile. I don’t think I’ve met you before...”

She let it trail off, allowing me a space to introduce myself.

“I’m Tom, and you haven’t met me because this is my first time here. I’m a guest of a member.”

“So am I,” said Cecile, “Melanie is showing me the ropes. Isn’t this exciting?”

“Just what I was thinking,” I lied. Cecile took the chair to my left and started telling me about how enticing Melanie had made it sound, until she’d had to try it herself.

Melanie broke in. “I’ve given her the overview, but the reality’s always a bit different. I thought we’d give it a few minutes until it livens up, then make the rounds, see what’s going on. Have you been through the place?”

“Yes, I just finished the tour with my friend. I think I saw everything worth seeing.”

“And what were your thoughts?”

I had to pause to think about it. “I think I might be feeling a bit awkward, not quite sure how I feel about just asking to include myself with other people. I think I have to learn a new set of rules.”

She put her hand on my arm. “I was talking about this with Cecile earlier. My first time, I was terrified, afraid that I’d no longer be in control, afraid of exposing myself in front of other people, afraid of being ... judged, judged about my looks, about my abilities, about ... well, about everything. I was over it by the end of the night, and couldn’t wait to come back. It was ... liberating.”

“I hope I have the same reaction, but we’ll see,” I told her. I turned to Cecile. “And you? What do you hope will happen tonight?”

She was bouncing in her chair. “Oh! So many things. I mean ... I like the idea of being in charge, of deciding what I want to do. Or who I want to do.” She giggled. “See, the thing is, my husband, well, he’s kind of predictable, what he likes, what he won’t do, like that. And the past couple of years, he’s been working hard and doesn’t have as much time for fooling around as he used to. And he’s maybe just the teensiest bit judgmental about what’s proper. I would like to try some new things, he’s happy with the way things are.”

Melanie added, “That was pretty much the same for me.”

I wasn’t sure how I would broach the subject, so I started with, “Look, if this is intrusive, just shut me down, but I’m curious about the ... lifestyle. Is that what they call it? The lifestyle? I’m curious how couples come to terms with allowing their partners to experiment with others. Have you discussed this?”

They looked at each other. It was Melanie who answered. “In general, people in the lifestyle have come to realize that who their partners have sex with doesn’t affect how they feel about their partners. In fact, they often look upon it as a gift that they give their partner, to have great sex with someone else, and then come home and share the details.

“Some couples -- most, probably -- do it as a couple’s activity, going to these events and experimenting with others as a couple, often in view of each other. It’s a little different in our case. People in the lifestyle are normally co-conspirators, as it were, both partners involved and committed to it.

“Umm, as Cecile said, our husbands can sometimes be a little judgmental, and indifferent to our needs. So, the fact is that in our case they don’t actually know we’re here. Each of us is out for a girl’s night in the city. At least, that’s what they were told.”

I looked at her, then at Cecile. “That is very naughty of you.”

They laughed. “Isn’t it, though? We’re so bad, we ought to be punished.”

“I do believe there’s a special room for that.”

“We’re looking forward to it.”

“Well, I hope you find what you’d hoped to find, Cecile. And I’m pretty sure Melanie definitely will.”

As I started to get up, Melanie spoke again.

“So, Tom, you were saying earlier that you might be finding it awkward about inserting yourself into a group, knowing what the rules were. How would you feel about joining us for awhile? Since you and Cecile are both ‘newbies’, it might relieve some of the awkwardness.” She looked at me hopefully.

Actually, it wasn’t a bad idea. Both of them were fit and still good looking, and they both seemed adventurous, open to experimentation. I wasn’t yet sure just how experimental they wanted to get.

“I think it’s a good suggestion, and I appreciate that you’re trying to smooth over what could have been an uncomfortable first time. I’d be willing to give it a try. But I insist that if you get bored with me, or you want to go fool around with someone else, just say so. Deal?” I extended my hand.

She said, “Deal,” and shook my hand with a smile. Cecile tapped me on the shoulder, and when I turned around she had her hand extended as well. We shook.

“So did you have something that you wanted to start with? They’ve got some interesting toys here.”

“Cecile would like to try a couple of those. I’ve done them before, and they’re fun, but I kind of like the real thing.”

“Well, maybe we could start there and see what tempts you afterwards.”

“A plan! I like it. Let’s go!”

Cecile jumped up from her chair like a child who’s just heard the Good Humor ice cream truck’s recorded jingle coming down her street. She grabbed my hand. “Follow me,” said Melanie.

Up the stairs we went again, Cecile looking into every open doorway with wide eyes.

Melanie definitely knew the way and turned into the correct door without hesitation.

Cecile went, “Ooooo.” The couple that had previously been there were gone and the room was momentarily empty.

Cecile went around the room looking at everything. She tugged at the harness suspended from the ceiling, making it sway, and touched each of the machines.

Melanie said, “So, Professor, what’s your recommendation for our friend here? There’s a lot to choose from.”

I hadn’t had the opportunity to use it for a couple of years, so I summoned up my Viennese psychiatrist voice from the depths and said, “Und zo, mein Frau, you are correct, dere are many options. Mein considered medical opinion is Frau Cecile should begin with das Zybian. Is diese device familiar to you?”

Cecile shook her head, “I’ve heard of them, but...”

“Und zo, das Sybian it iss.”

Melanie was delighted and clapped her hands. “Ohh, let me pick the attachment, let me!”

Cecile looked just a bit shell-shocked. Melanie rummaged through the options, then grabbed one and said “This!”

It looked a bit large to me, but she knew her friend. She screwed it onto the saddle, then rolled a condom onto it. Grabbing a bottle of lube, she squirted some on the top and applied it evenly with her hand.

“Okay, honey, you’re in for the time of your life! Squat over that and find a place to stick that thing.”

I thought Melanie was enjoying this more than she should, like she was directing what was going to happen. But Cecile approached the machine cautiously, and dropped her sarong on the floor. She had good legs, I saw, and her pussy was completely natural and hairy. She positioned herself over it and lowered herself until she met the dildo. She slowed and wiggled until it started to disappear.

“You comfortable, sweetie?” asked Melanie. She nodded yes, but her face said she wasn’t sure.

When it was mostly inside her, she looked at Melanie like, so what’s the big deal about this?

I handed the control box to Melanie, who leered, then turned on the vibrator. It took her a moment, but Cecile got a pleased look on her face. She pushed her clit into the nubbed rubber plate on top of the saddle and her breathing got faster.

Melanie watched her for a few minutes, then turned the other knob on the controller and Cecile’s eyes shot open. “Oh, my God, what is that?”

The dildo was now twisting inside her. Melanie at the controls looked like she was a master puppeteer pulling the strings to make her puppet jump. And Cecile was jumping, so to speak. Each variation of vibration or rotation brought out a moan. She would occasionally reach up to pinch a nipple, or underneath to press her clit.

After a few minutes, Melanie reached down and twisted the vibration knob up high, and Cecile cried out, “Oh, fuck, oh, oh, yes!” She held her breath and had a very quiet orgasm. The only way I knew is that her body trembled and her face twitched. When she wound down, Melanie turned the controls down low, and Cecile leaned forward on her elbows, her eyes shut tight.

“I thought you got a perverse enjoyment from manipulating her like that. Do you like being in control?”

“I just wanted her to have a good time, that’s all.”

“Uh-huh,” I said noncommittally. “And how about you? What should we do with you?”

“Me? Oh, I like almost everything. Plenty of time.”

I suspected that Melanie had a very specific list of things that got her going. I didn’t know what they were, but I could find out. Right now, she was playing with the vibrator control on the Sybian again while Cecile was still trying to recover. Cecile looked like it might have been a case of too much too soon.

While she fiddled with the controls, I peeked into her epicenter. The thing I saw immediately was that she was getting a real rush from controlling her friend’s orgasm, that there was a bit of an attraction there that went beyond sex. Okay, people are complex, and she might be a bit bi.

But I also saw fantasies of a gangbang, and pretty rough, too, as well as a blowbang, which was more about seeing how much cum she could get on her. I wasn’t sure if either of those were on the menu at Drew’s Place.

She liked fucking, both holes, and was okay with blowjobs as a lead-in to fucking. But this was the kicker: She was titillated by the idea of bondage, of having control removed, of being abused and used as a sex toy. It gave her a rush to think about it.

I revised my opinion. People are really complex, and she proved it.

She was still watching Cecile riding the Sybian, periodically tweaking the controls to control her experience.

“I think it’s time for you to play with something,” I told her.

“I want to help Cecile.”

“Cecile’s doing fine by herself, let her find her own path.” I took the control out of her hand and put it on the floor within Cecile’s reach. Melanie almost looked like she was about to pout.

“Stand up, Melanie, come with me.” I guided her up by the elbow. “Now, we’ve got a roomful of toys, lots of possibilities, what looks like fun?”

She looked unsure. In her epicenter I could see images of her in the middle of a group of guys, dicks in every hole. I wasn’t sure whether the etiquette of Drew’s Place was open to that. There was another image, too, and this one had her strapped to a table, gagged, while being whipped and fucked. Maybe that one, but later.

“I don’t know. Anyway, what about you? Are you just going to watch your first time here?”

“I’d prefer more involvement, and perhaps the two of you could help with that, but I’ve always had this fantasy and I wondered if this might be the right time and place for it to happen.”

“Oh, this is interesting. I like hearing people’s fantasies, see if they align with mine. What’s yours?”

“My fantasy,” I said, “has always been to watch somebody get reamed by one of these fucking machines while she sucks my dick and balls. Given that the right equipment is at hand, perhaps you could help with that.”

She was quiet for a few moments. “Y’know, for a first-timer, you have interesting and quite specific fantasies.”

“Well, I pride myself on my creativity.”

“Machines aren’t really my thing, like I said, but as long as it’s not the main event, I could try it. Kind of like an antipasto before dinner.”

“There you go. Good analogy. Let’s find a machine.”

There was a vinyl-covered chest, about five feet long and two feet high. It looked like a comfortable place to lie. There was a complex machine with a long shaft, several motors, and a series of gears, with a control box attached to a long cord. It had adjustable feet so you could raise and lower it, and also adjust the angle of entry. I lugged that over near the chest.

“That should be pretty comfortable. Let’s find the proper attachments for this infernal device.”

Cecile was still sitting on her throne and had the control in front of her, making the rotation stronger. I could hear her muttering, “Oh, fuck, oh, fuck.”

Melanie had a better knowledge of this room than she let on. She had found where the attachments were stored and had a hand on her chin as she tried to pick one. I selected one covered in soft rubber spikes. “This looks fun.”

“In your dreams.”

She finally settled on one that wasn’t particularly long, but was really thick. “Good choice,” I said.

She attached the dildo to the shaft, demonstrating way more familiarity with the machine than she professed.

“Lay back on that chest and I’ll adjust the height so it’s at the right angle.”

She looked back over her shoulder, to see what impression she was going to make, then unfastened the sarong and let it drop to the floor. Nice ass, with just a hint of cellulite beginning to show. I’ll bet she was quite the stunner twenty years ago.

She lay down and spread her legs, and I maneuvered the machine to face her. I had to raise it up a few inches, and now it was pointed straight at her pussy, which was shaved bare with just a little landing strip above her pubis.

“Okay, just a couple of final details. Wait.”

I found the lube and a condom, rolled the condom onto the dildo and applied a generous amount of lube, spreading it with my hand.

“Now it’s your turn,” I said. I poured some lube onto her slit and she gasped at the feeling. I rubbed it in with my hand, then put a few more drops onto my fingers and worked it into her pussy.

“I’m not hurting you, am I?”

She shook her head no, and I could feel her push her pussy into my hand. She liked this. I’d been debating whether to play with their perceptions or just go with what happened. I thought it might be fun to tweak their perceptions, especially Cecile’s.

So while I massaged Melanie’s pussy, I linkcast Foundation and Glow to her. And while I was at it, since she was going to suck my cock, I linkcast her Spitshine. She might as well get some pleasure out of it.

I manually turned the gears of the device until the shaft was at its shortest. Its full extension didn’t appear to be more than six inches longer, so she should be okay. We’d start slow anyway. I pushed it across the floor until it was just at the opening to her cunt, then turned the motor on to its lowest setting.

It moved less than an inch per second at this setting. She tensed as it pushed into her pussy, forcing its way. I heard her whimper as she reconsidered her decision. I rubbed her lubed slit while the dildo continued its relentless journey. When it finally reached its limit and started its outward motion, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Nearby Cecile appeared to be on the verge of another orgasm, grinding her pussy into the Sybian and twisting her nipples. I reached down -- Melanie couldn’t see it on the floor -- and tweaked the speed of the dildo, now that she was accustomed to it. She was looking just a bit desperate, as the dildo’s size was a challenge. The increased speed had her saying, “Oh, no, too much.”

It wasn’t going that fast. Just for the hell of it, since I was there anyway, I leaned in and ran my tongue around her clit, very gently.

“Oh, Jesus, oh, it’s ... oh, wait.”

Nah, she was a little too cavalier with her friend, so time for some payback. With the dildo still pumping into her pussy, I went at her clit with a purpose, pushing it every which way with my tongue . She slapped her hands on the back of my head, trying to push me away, but it was too late and she went off like a geyser, calling for help from whatever gods were listening.

When she went limp, I removed my tongue and slowed the dildo down to its lowest Speed setting. As I held it, I realized there were other controls on the box, Twist and Oscillate. I’ll have to experiment with those later.

Melanie was still out, so I went over to Cecile and asked her how she was doing.

“I ... I’m fine. This is more orgasms than I’ve ever had, so I may be getting a bit addicted. I may have to stop for awhile just to let myself recover.”

“You’ve got the rest of the night, so take your time.”

I saw that Melanie was moving again and knelt by her side. “So that was entertaining. That looked like quite the orgasm.”

“I wasn’t quite prepared for it. I would have been fine, except for you and your fucking tongue.”

“Are you telling me with a straight face that you didn’t enjoy that?”

“No, it was nice, I just wanted to work my way up to it.”

“My opinion is that life’s short, you should find your fun where and when you can.” I reached down and clicked the Speed knob from Off to ‘1’, the slowest setting and placed the control box on the edge of the chest.

“Wait, I’m not ready yet.”

“Oh, you’re fine, Melanie. I just thought you should have something to entertain you while you were working on me. You remembered that part of my fantasy, didn’t you?”

“Uh, yeah. Okay, just a little.”

I was surprised at how shy I’d suddenly become. They were both stark naked, and I was hesitant to take off my towel. I mentally kicked myself, pulled the Velcro tab, and let the sarong fall to the floor. I was mostly stiff already from watching the two of them get off.

I swung my leg over her head, suspending myself over her face facing the bottom of the table, and squatted to lower my balls. She grabbed one between her lips and sucked it in, massaging it with her tongue.

Oh, fuck, major arousal. This was not her first time doing this, there was no hesitation at all. She was devouring them, seeing how much she could get into her mouth. Crap, I’d better ... There, ejaculation filter, and none too soon.

She pushed me out of her mouth with her tongue and leaned over to grab the other, inhaling it the same way. I wonder if she could take both in her mouth at once? Later, this felt really good right now.

I reached down to the control box and kicked it up to ‘2’, not much faster. Then, for the hell of it, I turned the Twist knob up to ‘2’ as well. I could feel her head come off the table, my ball still in her mouth.

I was looking at her legs and the machine between them, pumping away, and I could see that the shaft was now rotating perhaps twenty degrees back and forth, twisting the dildo in her pussy as it continue to thrust in and out. I took a moment to admire American engineering ingenuity.

I could hear her under me, her voice muffled obviously, but clearly saying something over and over. Her tongue felt fabulous, and it hadn’t stopped. She was making an effort to make me feel good, so I linkcast her a Summer Breeze. Whatever she’d been saying, it changed to something more sustained, like a moan, but still muffled.

I reached down and rolled her nipples between my thumb and index finger, and I could hear her respond to that, too. I thought my balls had had enough for the moment, and I carefully swung my leg off her, feeling my balls wetly pop out of her mouth. She was breathing heavily now.

“You feel okay, Melanie?” I asked as I got both feet back on the floor.

“Yes, damn it, it’s got me going now.”

I glanced over at Cecile who was really working at the Sybian, moving up and down, shaking her head back and forth, talking quietly to herself. She looked close to another release.

I put my hand on Melanie’s chin and urged her face to turn toward me, then guided my dick into her mouth. She was definitely no novice. She’d wrapped her lips around it and was sucking the shaft into her mouth while she moved her tongue all around it. I reached down and turned the Speed up to ‘3’, and for the first time, twisted the Oscillate knob to ‘1’, because I was curious what it did.

If you can imagine a circle and the center of it marked with a dot, the standard mode for the machine was for the arm to extend and retract along a perpendicular line to the surface of the circle, emerging from the center point. When you activated Oscillate, it moved the point of emergence of the arm away from the center to a point slightly further out on the radius, while the circle’s surface rotated! It gave the dildo’s movement, along with the Twist, three degrees of freedom. She wouldn’t know where it was going to push in next.

The higher the amount of Oscillation, the further out along the radius the emergence point moved. I thought ‘10’ might be really uncomfortable, but who am I to judge. But for the moment, the instant I had activated it, she jumped. I could hear her saying, “Mmphh, mmphh” under me, my dick still in her mouth. I sent her another Summer Breeze, and she made a long sound like a cry. But muffled.

I really liked what she was doing to my dick. If Spitshine worked in her as it did in others, she’d be getting a pretty good rush by now, as my cock slid into her mouth. I wondered if she was one of those who were afraid of cocks in their throats. She was experienced enough that she should have gotten over that a long time ago, but there were no norms for this.

I put my hand on her face to get her attention. “That feels amazing, Melanie, really great. I want to go deeper. You tell me when it’s too much.”

To be honest, I wasn’t really giving her a chance to opt out because my dick was still in her mouth and she couldn’t talk, but at least she couldn’t say I didn’t warn her. I looked in her eyes while I pushed my dick slowly in, going further than she’d taken it before. She didn’t stop me, and I could ... Damn! There it was again! That sense that I knew what she was feeling before I actually looked in her epicenter. This is happening way too frequently to be a coincidence.

I was sensing that she was getting a thrill from taking the dick in deep. I could almost feel the way it brought that pulse of pleasure as it slid in. I pulled almost all the way out, and pushed slowly in once again. “Oh, fuck, baby, that feels so good when it goes in deep.”

I kept going and I could feel my dick pushing at her throat now. Spitshine would suppress the gag reflex and replace it with a sense of bliss and contentment. It would feel really good, and that’s what I was sensing. I pushed a little further and her throat opened and I heard her moan as it slipped in.

I pulled out and, putting a little gasp in my voice, said, “I gotta stop or I’m gonna cum. It’s too soon. Gimme a moment.”

She sucked in air, and I realized I’d had my dick in her mouth for an extended period. Oops, my bad, I wasn’t paying attention because I was enjoying what she was doing to me. I felt guilty, so I reprimanded myself, turned the machine Speed up to ‘4’, and linkcast her an image of a small wave breaking on the beach.

When she felt the motion change she called out, “Oh, no, too much, wait...” That’s when the wave broke on the beach, and her sentence ended with, “Jeeesusssss!”

I slowed it down to ‘2’, just to give her a breather for a minute. I glanced over at Cecile, and she had pulled herself off the Sybian, turned it off, and was sitting on her heels next to it, eyes closed, leaning forward on her hands. She looked wiped. Happy but exhausted. Sex boot camp will do that to you.

I was still standing by the side of the chest on which Melanie lay, the machine dutifully thrusting slowly in and out of her cunt. I bent over and took one of her nipples in my mouth and sucked while I fondled her tit. She made an appreciative noise. I felt a movement at my side and turned to find Cecile standing next to me, swaying slightly as if trying to find her land legs again.

“Did you have a good time? You were fun to watch.”

“Oh, I’ve got to get me one of those. Just the thing to occupy an otherwise boring afternoon.”

“Everyone should have a hobby.”

“Sounded like Melanie was having a good time, too.”

“She still is.” At this, Melanie opened her eyes and smiled and winked.

I said to Cecile, “Do you think you might give me a hand with this? I’ve only got one mouth and there are two nipples.”

I couldn’t read Cecile. There was some hesitation there, but also some excitement. Finally, she moved around the table and leaned in to suck on the other nipple. I returned to mine, but not before turning the Speed up to ‘4’ again.

“Oh, shit, oh, too much.”

“No, it’s only at four, Melanie. That’s like training wheels. It goes all the way up to ten. But we’ll take it slow.”

Now she looked terrified, and I couldn’t really blame her. At this setting, it was going in and out at almost twice a second, about as fast as a guy could do it for an extended period. I was a little afraid of what ten would do to her.

I knew it felt good, but I could sense her feeling a little overwhelmed. We’d probably have to stop soon. I gave it a moment’s thought.

“Cecile?”

She looked up from the nipple, the tip of her tongue still poking out of her mouth.

“Cecile, I think Melanie might need a hand here to help her get to where she wants to go. Why don’t you rub her clit, see if you can help her. I’ll keep on working up here.”

I knew that Melanie had been entertaining the thought of a little alone time with Cecile, preferably naked, but I wasn’t sure how Cecile felt about the idea. I got the sense that she might be a bit prudish about certain things, though she certainly had no problems with fucking strange guys in public. But lesbian might be a step too far for her. Or maybe not. Who knows, she might have been fantasizing about the chance to fuck Melanie for months.

Whatever her hesitation, she resolved it and moved a little closer to the bottom of the table, fascinated by the enormous dildo pumping into Melanie’s cunt. I could hear the squishing sound the dildo made that told me she was really wet now, dripping. Cecile tentatively reached out her hand and found the clit with the tips of her fingers.

Melanie raised her head so she could see as Cecile rolled the wet clit under her fingers. Melanie moaned, “Oh, God, yes, like that, do that!” I could see her tense, her breathing shallow, as she looked for the orgasm she knew was there. I thought, we’ve been at this for a while now, I’m getting a little tired, and maybe I should get my rocks off, too. Maybe we’re done with this room.

I made my decision and linkcast her the Geyser image. Then I reached down and upped the Speed to ‘5’, and Twist to ‘3’.

“Oh! Oh, fuck! Yesyesyes, don’t stop, oh, FUCK, yes!”

She was basically impaled by the dildo and couldn’t raise her hips much, but every other part of her moved as she gasped and shouted. I saw a couple of curious faces poke around the edge of the door. They smiled and moved on.