One Swinging Summer (21 page)

She nodded and said, "It is a different world isn't it."

"That's putting it mildly."

"We don't come out here very often ourselves, just a few times a year. When the kids are gone for a weekend or something. It's a nice place."

"It's beautiful here. It's only our third club, friends introduced us to this lifestyle. There is a club by the house but it is different. Plus we know people there, so we couldn't really relax knowing we would see everyone again. Last week we tried this other one for fun, but it was awful. We didn't stay long. And now tonight." I was rambling.

Stacy said, "This is the only one we do. It's like a mini, naked vacation. Everyone is real nice, but we mainly keep to ourselves. Except for conversations like this, I mean. But we don't share each other. We just watch, and sometimes play with each other, but not always. Sometimes it just isn't there. Don't force anything. Just sitting and watching you have more stories and memories than most people."

"That's true."

We talked some more, and relaxed again. Once us girls relaxed the guys started talking a little too. We started asking them questions, about the back rooms, and things they've seen. They sounded like Kate and Michael when they stressed talking.

"Talk everything over, everything you see, do, or think you might want to do. Don't move too fast, most couples go for years before they swap, and even then it is very rare when everyone is interested in everyone else. The chemistry has to be right, like dating. If he is interested in someone," she said to me, "and you either don't like her or you don't like her partner, say so. All parties have to feel good, or it goes bad fast. Many couples don't survive this stuff. The jealousy. Or one wants to switch and swap and the other only wants to watch. You have to go super slow. You can always come back out here, you can always do more, go farther, but you can't go back. You can't un-do. Talk to people, most people out here are very open. Obviously. Some are ass holes, but that is the same anywhere. Most are just people. Above all, talk to each other. This is the most honest I've ever been, with my husband, since we have started coming here. We talk about every little thing. If anything feels wrong, stop.

It seems overwhelming at first. You want to just see, to start with. What goes on in there? And it is hot, watching people is so hot, but then you feel silly, watching but not doing. Like you are the only one that isn't playing, and you want to. It can be scary.

Talk. Talk, and talk some more. Ask questions, like you are. Just don't jump in unless you are sure. No one here is thinking, 'why are they just watching and not giving us something to watch' everyone has watching days. Trust me, no one in here minds being watched. Everyone had a first visit, everyone goes at their own pace. No one here judges. How could they?"

"Overwhelming is a good word." I told her.

She started talking about how they first started coming out here, and now there are kids, so they don't come out here much. She said she actually learned how to orgasm out here, from a woman.

"My husband has been my only sex partner, and I had never masturbated, so when we married, I couldn't orgasm. I didn't know how, or really what it even was. I'd watch women here, and then learned to masturbate from watching. "

"Wait, how in the world did you end up out here the first time? How were you willing to even try? If you had only been with one person, and had never come, how do you end up here?"

"My parents were nudists in the seventies. I never had an issue being around naked people, but it wasn't sexualized. And I didn't believe in sex before marriage, so he was my only. Someone from his work mentioned this place, he was interested, I don't mind naked, so we tried it out. I owe our sex life to this place. I now teach classes to women on how to orgasm. And I also show women how to squirt. Do you know what that is?" She asked.

"Yeah, kind of. It's when a woman climaxes and liquid comes out, like when a guy does."

"Exactly, have you ever squirted?"

'Wow, what a weird conversation to be having on a Saturday night,' I thought, as I answered her question honestly. "Once. I was laying on a dining room table, and my boyfriend was standing up against the table. When we were done I noticed the table was wet. Really wet. I thought I peed. I was embarrassed, but it didn't smell like pee. I asked a friend later, she said I just squirted, not to worry about it. It's never happened again though."

She said that accidentally is how most women squirt the first time. But sometimes you can learn to squirt like you can learn different ways to orgasm. We had the guys' attention by this point, and her husband chimed in, saying "Stacy can squirt on demand now." He seemed quite proud.

"Would you like to watch?"

"I really would, is that weird?"

"Not at all, the body is beautiful and amazing, and it is perfectly normal to be fascinated by it. C'mon." She climbed out of the hot tub, grabbed a towel, and the three of us followed her. We dried off and wrapped our towels around us. Stacy crawled up on one of the cabana beds, pulled her bikini bottoms off, and laid down spread eagle on the bed. She mentioned that it happened faster when her husband helped, he could keep up a hand speed that she couldn't maintain. So Caleb and I stood at the foot of this bed, out on a patio, and watched as Mark fingered Stacy. Did I mention surreal?

It was done so business-like, almost as if she was teaching a class, very matter-of-fact. His fingers moved quickly, almost like he was repeatedly hitting a button on a video game. She kept talking, about how anyone could learn, and soon she said, "OK, watch close, it's coming."

We watched as clear liquid squirted out of her. In small bursts. It reminded me of a clam off the coast of Florida, squirting ocean water out of it's shell. Again and again, these waterfalls. Some bigger than others, but it kept up as long as Mark kept hitting the right spot.

"That is so cool," I felt like I was in a weird science fair demo at school, or at a hands-on science museum being shown a 'wonders of nature' exhibit. She said you could Google videos of people squirting, and learn their various ways, but nothing beats a close up demonstration.

She let Mark stop, and she wiped up with her towel. We thanked them for spending time talking to us, and we headed to change out of our suits. "Can this place get any weirder?" I asked Caleb.

"Well, you wanted to know what went on in places like this, now we know. Three clubs, three very different experiences. Do you wish you had never asked?"

"No, not at all. But if I had to list what I had expected, an up-close and personal squirting show would never have made the list."

"Ah yes, dancing and a show once again."

I laughed at him and said, "Yes, dancing. I could use some dancing. Let's pretend to be in a normal club for a bit." We redressed and headed to the bar and the dance floor.

After about 30 minutes, Caleb asked if I was willing to join him in the curtained room. I was.

As we entered the room with the curtained beds, I noticed that the condom vase was still full. Either they replenish that as often as they do the food in the kitchen, or it just stays full. The thought wouldn't bother me if it was just established couples, like Caleb and I, watching, and only playing with each other. But you know that more happens here, every weekend. Between the alcohol, the secluded mental removal from reality, and the sheer amount of temptation, it was scary that the condom vase was still full.

Caleb picked an empty bed, thankfully. We climbed up and adjusted the curtains. We lay down, side by side, kissing each other. And listening. Sensuous, sexy noises surrounded us, and I began to get into it. It made an interesting backdrop to our making out. I liked that you couldn't really see, but you could almost really see. With your eyes closed, it was a tease to the ears, a soundtrack. Like having sex in a hotel room, while hearing the couple in the room next door do it as well. Kind of hot. And when you opened your eyes, you could only see your partner well, and felt cocooned by the gauzy curtains. But if you tried to see into the next bed, you could. You actually had to try though. You had to see through your own curtain and through another, so there was as much or as little privacy as you wanted. Mentally anyway, considering anyone walking through like we had earlier had no issues and could see just fine through only one curtain and from a position that wasn't laying down. This place could be a real mind fuck if you actually, soberly, though it through. So, I didn't.

We were naked by now, kissing, touching, listening. Catching glimpses. Just as I was realizing that I could probably really get into the almost public but almost private aspect to this curtained bed, I realized Caleb was having issues.

His attention was everywhere. He was trying hard to see everything, and trying to attend to me as well, and the over-stimulation was leaving him limp. Literally.

On the bed closest to us, I could see a woman that I had noticed on the dance floor. She was naked now, straddling a man. I watched her ride him. She had her back to us, but I could see her rhythms, and watch his hands caressing her bare skin above him.

Next to them was two couples. A woman lay on her back, one man licking between her legs and another thrusting himself into her mouth. The second woman sat beside them, playing with herself. She was watching them, but was also looking around the room into the other beds. She seemed forgotten. I felt bad for her.

I looked back to Caleb, he almost seemed to be panicking. I almost giggled, but caught myself, knowing that would be disastrous. It was funny though, in an ironic way. An erotic, take charge man in a room full of live porn, with a very willing partner, surrounded by arousal, sinful erotic stimulation, and he hung unresponsive. I offered to help, thinking if he only had to lay and watch and be tended to, maybe I could fix this.

I pushed him down onto the bed and knealed over him. I purposely kept my ass high in the air, for visuals, and took him into my mouth. He alternated between watching me and scanning the room. Nothing was happening down below.

"Hey," I quietly got his attention. "Stop looking. Close your eyes and just feel me and listen. Let your body catch up to your brain. Focus on what you feel and what you hear. You can watch later, relax."

He nodded, and laid his head back down, closing his eyes. I went back to work, doing the same thing I told him to do. I focused on the feel and the taste of him, looking only at him, and listened to the room. It was working, he'd just needed to relax. Once he had taken a deep breath or two and relaxed into me, he started to come to life.

Soon he was rock hard, and I was enjoying myself. I rotated around, offering myself above his face, and still sucking on him. Noisily, to add to the audio. He ran his hands up my thighs, grasped my ass, and pulled me down to his mouth. We went on this way, until he loudly smacked my ass and said "I need to be inside you."

I crawled off of him, and stayed on my hands and knees. He knelt behind me and entered me, solid and filling. We took advantage of our positions and looked around the room, watching others now, as he pounded himself into me. I reached back and played with myself, and with his balls. I came quickly like this, my fingers circling steadily, with his cock filling me again and again. I collapsed face down on my pillow, pushing my ass into Caleb. My changed position seemed to be all he needed, I felt one or two quick spanks, and his hands gripped my hips hard. He grunted with each thrust and I felt the heat of him flood me.

He leaned down over me, placing kisses on my back, and then pulled himself out. We lay in a heap on the bed, cooling down. "Thank you," he whispered.

"My pleasure." I smiled back a him.

As we laid in the canopied bed, listening to the room, it struck me again how silly sex noises were when you had finished. They fed the fire powerfully when you were aroused, but seemed so comical when you weren't. We dressed, stripped our bed, and changed the linens. I laughed again, this time at the surrealness of making a bed in a room full of sex. I pictured tidying and straightening up the path leading to hell.

We headed to the kitchen, hungry now for the snacky food. We had the kitchen to ourselves. We loaded up plates and sat down on the couch. There was a TV in here as well, mounted on a wall. We sat and ate, watching porn play on the TV. Caleb mentioned what I had been thinking earlier, "It's weird watching people fuck while satisfied and eating chicken wings, isn't it?"

"That just begins to cover the weirdness of this past few weeks."

"Amen to that."

As soon as I had filled my belly, I was ready to go. It had to be almost dawn, and I had no interest in sleeping or waking up in this place. Caleb said he agreed, but he didn't seem to be in a hurry to leave. I think he was afraid he was going to miss something. Once I mentioned that we could always come back, he seemed to shake his reluctance off, and we left.

He pulled up to the gate, and it swung open for us. It closed behind us, and we drove off into the real world, watching the sun come up over a Sunday morning.

CHAPTER 26
SHOPPING

We woke up after two Sunday afternoon. The sunny bedroom bothered me, I was a little hungover after this weekend's festivities. Tylenol and coffee eventually brought me back around, and Caleb's bacon and eggs helped as well. After a long, hot shower I found myself staring at my mirrored reflection, searching my eyes. I looked different, more tired, less bright. These all-night weekends were taking a toll. 'The things you have seen since your birthday,' I thought. 'And done,' I added flatly. I looked away and finished my preparations, brushing my teeth without a glance in the mirror.

I joined Caleb out on the back patio, no deer to be seen this time of day. "Let's go to a movie, have dinner, maybe do some shopping." Caleb suggested.

"Shopping?"

"Yeah, Friday night is vampire night at That Other Club, I thought maybe we could go to the stripper store you go to, I'd pay, maybe pick up some outfits, make a day of it. Dinner and a movie."

'Even the days we don't go partying still revolve around partying.' I thought. 'Stop it, your just grumpy and hungover, besides maybe it will do you good. Plus they usually have great corsets, I can add to my collection.'