"Mark came home, about a week later, and said that he'd lined up the site of our experiment, that it was a very small group all of whom enjoyed oral sex enormously, and only married couples were permitted to attend. They rotated the couples every week, so that while the membership was large enough so you might never see the same couple for at least six months. Only four couples were ever at one meeting at one time. I didn't ask him how he'd found out about it; I didn't really care. I assume that if you're interested in such things, you can find out whatever you need to know without much trouble. And, naturally, I was very nervous at that first meeting.
"It was held at a small hotel, very quiet and select sort of place, centrally located but not on a main thoroughfare. The meeting began at 9:00 P.M., and Mark and I were there promptly. I went through all the usual 'opening.night' jitters: was I wearing the right clothes? what would be expected of me? did they serve liquor and canapes? how would I react to seeing Mark with another woman? For that matter, how would he react to me with another man? and so on and so on. Quite typical, as I later learned.
"It was a nervously wet palm I extended to the people we met, that evening, though they were exceptionally friendly and cordial, going to great lengths to make us feel comfortable Drinks were served and the other three couples chatted happily with us, speaking one moment about the most intimate sexual matters and the next about their kids having the flu. After about an hour of this sort of thing, I realized that the lights had been turned down very, very low; it was as dark as a bar that caters to married' men out on the town. And that's pretty damn dark unless your 'eyes have a chance to get accustomed to it. I was beginning to loosen up a little, talking to one of the husbands-Tom was his name, I think-when I felt gentle hands working at the zipper of my dress. I didn't protest… that's what I was there for. And then I felt another pair of hands joining in the cause, kneading at my flesh as they went along. I was already hot and I knew it. For a second, I glanced quickly to find Mark, and I barely made out his naked ass as he pumped his big whang into some faceless woman. I didn't feel jealousy. Nothing even close to it. I felt more as if I'd been freed from some terrible weight, some confining restriction. Mark's screwing another woman right there in that room gave me every right to do whatever I wanted. And I gave in to the busy hands upon my body, let myself be lowered to the divan, and spread my legs feeling the juices of my snatch seeping slowly downward. Soon I felt large masculine hands massaging my breasts, and another pair of hands, teasing my pubis, spreading my thighs even farther apart, and pulling back the folds of my dripping labia, working at my hardened clitoris. Tom knelt before me, naked and with a monstrous hard on, but I couldn't quite make out the face of the man who was massaging my breasts so soothingly.
"Then Tom leaned my torso back against the couch, and the other man was kissing me wildly, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth, still playing with my breasts, cupping them, massaging them firmly. I could feel his enormous penis pressing against my side, hot and throbbing and urgent.
"While I licked my dry lips in anticipation of that big cock in my mouth, I felt Tom insert two fingers up inside of my hole and begin to finger-fuck me gently. It was a divine moment, this knowledge that I was having two men at the same time. I almost couldn't have wished for more, but then I felt Tom's breath upon my burning vulva, and then the firmly gentle laying of my engorged clitoris with a hot wet tongue. I groaned with sensuous pleasure and incredible delight. Tom's tongue was hot, probing, as he used his talented sucking mouth on my snatch-while another man kissed and fondled me-while finger-flicking me simultaneously.
"As if in a stupor, I glanced again in Mark's general direction and dimly made out that they were then in a sixty-nine position, that his face was buried in her crotch and that she was sucking the living force out of his cock. The presence of that burning cock so near to my face, however, was just too irresistible for me' to even think about Mark. I twisted my body slightly, captured the rigid prick with my hand, and brought it to my breasts, capturing it in the warm flesh of my tits. The man gasped with pleasure and began to hump the imitation cunt I'd made with my breasts. And all this While, Tom was sucking on my cunt, nibbling at my clitoris delectably, and had by then inserted another finger into my steaming hole.
"All around me I heard the moans and groans of sexual pleasure, heard the sounds of sex, and smelled the heavy musk odor of intense physical sexual heat. It was maddening! As much as I was enjoying Tom's sucking my cunt, I wanted a hot cock in my mouth-and quickly. I slipped down a little farther on the couch and on the next upward stroke of the unknown prick, I captured the huge member with my waiting mouth, tasting the semen it had already issued, feeling the monstrous member filling my mouth, stretching my lips, and with an increasing pistonlike stroking, slamming toward the back of my mouth, against my throat.
"I heard Tom-or felt him, really-begin to moan into my cunt and I knew that he was haying his own orgasm… hoping some woman had sucked him off I didn't want to think that he'd had to jack himself off when there were so many waiting mouths around. His groans into my snatch triggered my own release, and while I pulled on the unknown prick, sucked on it, worked it with my tongue and my lips, I began to have my own orgasm. It started around my shoulders-.-really-and the tingling, enervating sensation rushed downward to center on my clitoris and send my entire vulva into great spasms, wracking, heaving spasms of orgasm. I felt the first spurt of come hit the back of my throat with my own first groan of release.
"What's beautiful about these sex clubs, besides new faces and new genitalia to play with, is that you can get sucked or do 'the sucking many times in one evening. It isn't just a question of your own spouse being able to do it again, because there are several men, and they don't all come at the same time-at least not after the first round to take the edge off. And I've even developed a taste for cunt-though, frankly, it's not my preference.
"Well, that's not quite entirely true. There is one wife, Joanna, who really turns me on. Enough so that it worried me 'a little, and I'm glad that we rotate couples so that I don't have a chance to be with her so much that I'd risk really falling for her emotionally. I don't know. She could eventually prove a sort of problem. I'd resisted making love with Joanna for many months. You know how it is. It's one thing to know you're tucking someone just for the fun of it; but when you meet someone who just turns your guts to jelly-that can be dangerous. Then you're talking about emotional involvement. I don't know why one person should freak another more than someone else does; I don't think anybody knows for sure other than that catchall term, chemistry. I've not mentioned this to Mark, frankly. I don't know what I'd say to him anyway: 'Hey, guess what? I think I could fall in love with Joanna'? There's just something about her that makes me feel like I'm standing on hot coals, something piercing and magnetic, like being so mesmerized by a plane's propeller that you walk right into it and get sliced to ribbons. Yeah… that's what Joanna's like. She's a threat I can't resist. Yet, I try. I do. She's married too, but they have kids. It's not as if we were all teen-agers with our first crush; we're responsible adults who are working out our marriage problems in the most practical way possible. Maybe if I'd gone down on Joanna the first time I spotted her, this whole thing wouldn't have gotten so blown out of proportion in my head. Now, my nerves are like eggshells whenever she's near me. So far, she hasn't pushed me about it… but I can tell that she knows, she senses how attracted I am to her.