A First Night Of Swinging For Wendy - Sex Stories

A First Night Of Swinging For Wendy

And Wendy said, "Ready? Let's go swinging."

Wendy looked amazing. She was wearing a dark green dress, split to her thighs. It showed her fabulously long legs off, and I couldn't wait to show the rest of her off. The drive to the club was about thirty minutes, and I managed to find a parking space on the street. I've been swinging for a little under forty years, but even I felt a little light-headed, a little nervous, walking down the street to the club. Wendy assured me she felt excited and raring to go, so that reassured me.

When we got to the front reception desk, we told them we were new members, and they found the forms we'd filled out online. We showed our IDs, and I paid the membership fees as well as the entry fee for the night. One of the reception staff offered to give us a tour, and we accepted it gratefully. She was in her mid-thirties, wearing a light purple basque and stockings. She explained about the club rules, that no always means no, that condoms were freely available in the bar, and a matter for individuals, about specific rooms, such as the one with a camera sending a non-recorded feed back to the main bar as well as their dungeon and wet areas.

Eventually, we found ourselves in the bar area, and the tour ended. Each swinging club is different, but the size of this club was really impressive. We'd come to the club on a Friday evening, so it wasn't only couples there but single guys as well, who'd paid three times as much as we had for entry that ...

... night! There were a mix of ages from mid-twenties to sixties at the club, and each new arrival in the bar got glances, stares, and looks. It was all very friendly, and it was obvious that lots of people knew each other well.

Several came over to talk to us, and we felt very welcome. One single guy took Wendy's fancy, and she squeezed my leg twice as we were chatting with him. That was a code we'd invented on the way to the club, meaning yes. Three squeezes meant no, and we had place-name-code words too. I asked the guy if he wanted to join us, and his grin was eloquent enough to convey his reply.

Julian was in his early thirties and married, but he said his wife was less interested in sex after the birth of their second child. He was a little under six feet tall, quite muscular, and fit. We went off to use the lockers and make ourselves more comfortable. I wore black lace boxers, and Wendy wore a green g-string.

As we walked back towards the bar, we met Julian in his light blue posing pouch. His penis was thick and quite large, and he was circumcised, and that certainly put him in the minority in clubs in the UK, in my experience. He did look really good!

We found a free room, and all three of us got on the bed. Wendy reached for Julian, and I watched as she sucked, licked, tasted, rubbed, cupped, and generally showed adoration for his penis. His penis tip was the colour of violets, and I could see Wendy's actions were bringing him close to cumming. She sensed this ...