Story 29 #2
And, in truth, most probably would not. No signs, no advertisements, no graffiti paintings on the wall.
No club music. Just that illuminated door surrounded by a sea of blackness.
Young, sexy Tabitha expected to see a bit more…
panache outside of a swinger’s club. Some sort of flashy, bright and inviting décor.
The variety you spot outside of a strip club.
Those neon lights and gaudy XXX GIRLS signs and posters.
Tabitha had, of course, never been to a lifestyle club.
That being the case, she had little more than a few movie scenes to go off of…
and those didn’t appear to be all that accurate thus far.
So, when the base expectations that had been floating around in her mind were met with such a stark contrast with reality -- this only served to increase the gorgeous woman's nerves.
In a pleasant, uneasy sort of way. It left her mind wandering endlessly, wondering what else she might be so wrong about.
And… if she was wrong from the very start, even about the base décor and outside vibe…
Who knows how much more frightening the interior would be!
It was time to find out, as her husband, once more, stepped forward to open the door. So very uncharacteristically chivalrous and charming of the eager man.
It felt a little weird to have her husband do this sort of thing for her. Such a strange act seemed to trigger another unexpected shift in Tabitha – she liked it! A very welcoming, comforting sort of behavior. Something she might like to see more of in the future.
And so, with one quick gulp of air, she stepped forward through the threshold of the opening. Making her way into the swingers club. As she did so, Tabitha sighed before muttering (just to herself, mind you), you can do this.
Upon stepping inside, a noise could be heard coming from the back somewhere.
Not a painfully loud, obnoxiously irritating ruckus, either.
This seemed to be the soft bass of a song playing somewhere in the rear of the facility.
Nothing too deafening or stressful, as the nightclubs did where Tabitha had visited previously.
Just enough to make its presence known. The tune nearly matched Tabitha’s own speedy, pounding heart.
Quite a fast, upbeat song, no doubt. This room, itself, appeared rather empty.
Only a lone, barren desk remained behind, pushed off to the side.
“Don’t we need to buy tickets or something?” Tabitha asked, tugging at Dicky’s arm.
“No,” her husband replied. “I already bought them online. We have some exclusive passes here... See that opening? There to the left.”
His wife’s head snapped in the direction of Dicky’s pointing finger.
“Ohh...” Came her slow reply.
For in the corner of the room, over by the vacant desk, looked to be a doorway covered only by a black, flowing curtain.
“Through there,” her husband said with a little smirk.
His voice carried a tone that made Tabitha slightly alarmed by the accompanying gesture.
It seemed to indicate he knew something she did not.
Tabitha didn't much care for that. Even if it did secretly excite her…
She was dead set on giving the appearance of apprehension.
However, Dicky seemed to know better. Seeing her in different situations, knowing when Talitha looked to be in fake distress and also, when she happened to be in actual stress.
Those womanly deceits rarely worked on him, anymore.
But at first, to play her part, she didn't budge. Not until Dicky gave the balking mule another encouraging slap on the ass. Then, without removing his hand, he pushed the stubborn gal forward.
“Don’t be scared now, girl… I'm already getting a hard on,” Dicky snickered.
She looked down just to see if he was joking. He wasn't… Not judging by the bulge in his pants, anyway.
“Oh my god, Dicky!” She shrieked in a whisper.” People are going to see that!”
“Great, I sure hope so,” he laughed.
“Good lord!” Tabitha laughed, showing merely the slightest hint of relaxation flashing across her face.
Next, the couple walked through the curtain..
where they encountered another small room.
This time a large man, a real beefy fellow, with a fit body and muscular arms along with being tall and strong-looking, blocked their path.
This appeared to be their next obstacle. As the man stood in front of the very door Dicky and Tabitha needed to enter. Where they imagined loads of naughty fun and dirty romps awaited them… just on the other side of that cursed door.
Naturally, the sentinel stared hard at them.
And I mean, he stared good and hard at the husband and wife!
Showing no sign of emotion. No indication of a welcoming nature.
Nothing of the sort. He stood there. With his feet spread apart – in that way, tough guys do.
Holding a bit of a power stance with his arms slightly crossed in front of his body.
A bald head, and a pair of sunglasses… Even though the room was already quite dark.
Tabitha wondered how he could see anything at all, and perhaps they might be able to sneak past without having to address him. It didn’t seem to be an overly difficult task. Just scurry around the side and –
“What are you doing here?” The man said.
Disrupting any hopes she had of the master plan. Coming to fruition.
“Right here,” Dicky said, flashing his phone in the air.
A pair of e-tickets appeared on the screen.
The bouncer shot a hand upward, snatching Dicky by the wrist in order to hold the phone still.
The man gave it a quick look. Then he scanned Dicky up and down with a disapproving glare, before his eyes shot over to Tabitha… And her beautiful, tempting figure.
“Go right on in,” the security guard grinned.
He then stepped aside to reveal the door, which had been mostly hidden behind his wide body this whole time.
Dicky watched as the brute took hold of the knob, and in a moment, pulled open the door…
***
The music became even louder, shooting forth from the doorway, right into Tabitha's ears (as sound often has a way of doing).
This sensation brought with it a whole new feeling of tense anticipation.
Right down to the bottom of Tabitha’s uneasy gut.
Upon sensing her reluctance, Dicky once more slapped her juicy behind to coax the gal forward – into the place he hoped all of their dreams would come true.
And so, inside they went…
Dozens of tables lay scattered about the room.
Most of which were filled with sexy-looking people wearing all sorts of clothing.
Still, some sat or stood with nothing but phones, panties and bras.
While others, mostly men, wore nightclub attire suits.
The remaining women had on tight dresses and high heels, if they weren’t already barefoot with some greedy men sucking on their toes.
Strangely, this sight put Tabitha a bit at ease.
Seeing how nothing too extreme or wild was taking place, she even permitted her mouth to stretch outward into a smile.
“Honey,” she whispered. “It’s nothing like I imag—”
But, what's that? Over in the corner… she spoke too soon!
A woman sucking a man's dick and not just one, either. I mean the man only had one, however, there were multiple men with one cock each, and of those, she worked a bunch of them!
This little sexy slut had one in her hand, one in the other...
Her mouth had one, her pussy had two! And another tried positioning itself to enter her asshole.
As if they were playing a raucous game of fill-a-hole!
And still, another cock waited its turn off by the side.
As Tabitha looked on in sheer amazement, she spotted perhaps maybe even two more hoping to join in.
“Jesus Christ…” Tabitha gasped, as her mouth dropped open. Not wasting any time, she pulled at Dicky’s wrist.
“Looks good, doesn't it?” He smirked.
His wife couldn't be so sure about that.
However, this happened to be the first time Tabitha had ever seen another woman having sex in person.
Sure, she’d watched a few porn movies over the years (if not hundreds!)
and even fantasized both by herself, and with Dicky, about this very thing.
But, to actually SEE it! Walk into a room and literally spot a woman sucking cock, being fucked by cocks, gagging and spitting…
drooling and coughing… having her body used like a beat-up sex toy…
Tabitha felt as if she’d just stumbled into a weird sex cult, barged right in by accident during the midst of a wholesome, hardcore, voracious fuck-fest.
Pussy-slamming, dick-sucking, hole-filling, you name it! All sorts of ways you could partake of a woman’s body. This scene hit way harder than she could have ever imagined. It’s not something you can plan for, to prepare yourself for.
Not only that, but the sweet cuckquean Tabitha Voyore had a different agenda in mind.
Still, as she looked around the room, taking in the sight of all the unmentionables…
Tabitha couldn’t help but wonder if this would set the tone of what might happen to her husband and her later on, that very night.
***
“How do you think she set that up?!” Tabitha whispered in a hissing tone, not wanting any others to hear her.
“She just asked for it. Bent right over and exposed her holes,” a deep voice announced.
It came from behind Tabitha and her husband. Despite the loud noise, this voice seemed to be piercing the din as if nothing but silence surrounded them.
It gave such a fright to the young wife, that she spun around in shock, an expression of guilt on her face. The cheeks reddening at having been caught asking such a question.
“She did?” Dicky nodded with approval.
“Yep,” the man continued. “Right over, right where she is right now…” The handsome man paused, waiting until Tabitha looked into his eyes, if even for a split second. “That's the ‘fuck me’ zone.”
“The what?!” She gasped, covering her mouth and looking to Dicky for reassurance or perhaps protection.
“Yep,” the fellow replied without a hint of a smile.
“You cross that line there, the big circle,” here, he motioned to a pink glowing circular ring down on the ground surrounding the dirty girl and her many enthusiastic men.
“You step into there… you're consenting to get fucked by anyone who wants to give it.”
“Why aren't the guys pounding each other then?” Dicky cackled, pleased with the comment.