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New Orleans – This is the nicest swingers bar I’ve ever seen.
I’m in New Orleans on a little holiday with a boyfriend. We’ve just done the rounds of strip bars and asked some girls where a couple might go to have some fun. John’s barely contained enthusiasm led us here. He’s forked out a huge cover charge without hesitation or complaint, so I’m worried about his level of expectation.
It’s his first time in a place like this, and his first time being in this kind of relationship. I had a boyfriend who used to drag me to the swingers clubs in Toronto. I always thought the people looked more desperate than desirable. Thankfully, it was enough that I stand there and be his pretty arm bracelet, since there was no one I wanted to play with.
Here, there are plenty of sane- and hot-looking people, and the decor is stunning, too. After a few drinks in the bar downstairs, we take the elevator and press the button that says “playrooms” on the second floor. Along the walls of the main areas are sofas and settees and lots of low lights and smoky mirrors. There are a few smaller private rooms with just a bed, and a few larger rooms have windows cut into the walls for the voyeurs.
In one very large room, a gigantic bed sits in the middle surrounded by sofas and plush chairs for an audience. Some sort of jazzy house mix plays at the right volume, loud enough to add to the excitement but not so you have to shout over it. Our hostess gives us each a funky little bag containing a clean towel, robe and bar of soap. Then she discreetly moves off.
We’re impressed by all this, but also by all the bodies writhing on the beds in full view. I’m standing outside the main room watching a scene through a large window. One woman is being serviced by five men. I don’t want to piss off my boyfriend, so I attempt to keep my face neutral lest he see the envy on my face. After a few minutes, I realize my boyfriend has vanished, and though I’m not in love with him and feel little jealousy, I’m a little miffed at his lack of manners.
In the cab ride on the way over, we agreed that we wouldn’t fuck anyone of the opposite sex and we’d respect each other’s feelings. I want a woman tonight, and he agreed to watch – jumped at the chance, in fact. I remove my dress, leaving on a sheer slip and high-heels. I check my makeup and head off in search of my boyfriend.
I find him in a huge living room at the end of the main hallway. A very hardcore movie is playing on a wall screen. It’s straight porn. A man dressed as a woman is watching from the front row. His dress is hiked up and he’s ripped a hole in the front of his pantyhose and is masturbating.
My boyfriend sits just a few seats away, seemingly more captivated by the bearded man than the screen. I pick my way over to him in the dark, feeling a bit like an intruder, and tell him I’m going to wander.
I stroll down the main corridor again, peeking into rooms. Then I spot a lovely woman with a man. She has great posture and a dignified air. She notices me and begins to flirt, glancing at me and smiling. We stop in front of the main room and stand side by side.
I can feel the heat from her body. I turn to look my lust interest in the eye, and she meets my gaze without hesitation. By way of introduction, rather than exchanging names, I lean over and kiss her neck, then look at her again. She’s smiling. I take my time as I move in again to kiss her cheek, then her lower lip. Then finally, after one last look to gauge her reaction, I kiss her fully on the lips.
She responds by turning her body toward mine. I put one hand on her back and pull her in. My other hand cups her ass. I cover her mouth with mine and suck her tongue gently, and she moans in my mouth. I open my eyes and see she’s holding her partner’s hand. Without a word, we all move to a private room.
Her partner leaves the door open a little and I undress my new friend. She has a beautiful body, with similar measurements to mine and that, also like mine, shows the little signs of childbirth. She is now sexier to me and much more real.
I haven’t had a female lover in a while and am a little overwhelmed, not knowing where to begin, wanting it all at once. She’s compliant and soft under my hands and mouth, and shudders now and then as her breathing becomes more shallow. She’s let me take the lead, and I like that. Then I go down on her, with her legs hanging over the edge of the bed, and because it’s quite low, I’m on my knees with my ass to the door. I feel familiar hands on my hips and look back to see my boyfriend is back, wearing only a smile. He slips inside me and begins to fuck me gently. The woman’s partner takes this cue to undress as well and kneels beside her face, alternating between stroking himself and thrusting his cock into her mouth.
The taste of this woman, the cock filling me up and the visual of another being sucked is overpowering. Dipping my fingers into her, I use her pussy juice to wet my clit and stroke myself. It doesn’t take me long to reach the first of many orgasms that night.
