Introduction
Most of the time, we stayed at the naturist resort, a huge, safe, and fun place to be naked 24/7. Sometimes we leave the resort to visit an old town to explore some art shops and small restaurants serving local dishes.
Because we travel with a camper, we preferred to do that with our bikes, not because we were fans of driving bikes during hot weather, but because we didn’t want to drive out with the camper, which would need to get all organized just for a few kilometers, find a parking space, and then back to the camp site and reorganize all over again.
With a bike, you pass the landscape at a slower pace, and you discover more details. One of the things I noticed on our way back in the evening was a “Swing Club.” The neon lights were flashing, and I could hear the music from inside.
I had no clue what that really was before Christian explained it to me. I thought about a dance club featuring swinging music.
Christian told me I had to put another meaning or definition to “swinging.” He tried to explain to me in a few words what it was, because I honestly never heard of it.
When he told me in short that couples go there to have sex with other couples, I was shocked (do couples really do that?), intrigued, and at the same time very curious.
In the next few minutes, I put my boyfriend through a quick interrogation.
“Did you go to such a club before?” I asked him, “Because it seems you know what you are talking about?”
“Yes, a first time with my ex-wife together with another couple, friends of ours, but that was just out of curiosity, and nothing really happened.”
“Are you sure? You didn’t have sex with other people?”
“No, we did not. Actually, we got invited by the other couple to an anniversary of that club, which organized a big party with great food and drinks, so yes, I got seduced by the prospect of eating free lobster!” he remembered.
“And yes, maybe the other guy had some aspiration to fuck my ex, but further than dancing in our undies, nothing more exciting happened.”
“But did you like that event? And the swinging thing?”
“It was kinda hot to see all the people you see early in the evening, getting mingled only an hour later to have sex,” he mused.
“But you never did swingeling yourself,” I asked, already forgetting the correct wording.
“No, we never did. I never did.”
“Is it safe to go there?” I asked him.
He laughed: “It’s like any other nightclub or disco. If you go and you don’t like the music or the people or the atmosphere, you can leave anytime.”
“Why do you ask? You want to go?”
“Yes, I want to see it!” I said, convincingly, without thinking about it too long.
He told me he was surprised that I wasn’t judging and sounded interested in going there right away, because, according to him, normally, men need to put in a lot of effort to convince their wives or girlfriends to join them and visit such a place.
After my first unexpected experience at the naked resort a week before (which I never could imagine that I would do), I thought it would be just another special experience. I was in exploratory mode and was really open to anything that seemed new and exciting to me. Actually, even after his first explanation, I still did not have any way to imagine how it would be, behind the walls of such a swing club.
Anyway, I didn’t have to put in a lot of effort to convince him either; he liked the idea from the moment that I suggested it.
“Okay, let’s do that,” he said quickly, as he was afraid I would change my mind.
The next afternoon, we biked to check the place in daylight and asked someone who was there about the opening hours, etc.
We decided to go the same evening, and I already felt excited.
In anticipation of our visit that evening, I kept asking questions. I had no doubts about whether I should go or not, but I wanted to know more about what to expect.
Christian sensed that I needed some more guidance and began to explain what he knew. He visited a few clubs in Belgium before we met. He told me about couples that want to meet other couples to “swap” partners, other couples come to find an extra woman for their bisexual wife, or for a threesome, etc. He also said some come to be watched by others while having sex, and that was what he did with his ex, he said. Other couples go there to watch, to get excited, to have sex together later after getting back home.
As a curious woman and going to such a place, I could identify myself with the last category, so I was more at ease now knowing a little bit more about where I was going.
We did not talk about what we would do ourselves, and I certainly did not plan or think about doing any sexual things with other men. Christian assured me that there were no strings attached regarding sex with others, and that reassured me. The goal was to show me what’s inside and how and what is happening there.
Luckily, he told me that it was expected that women wear sexy clothes. I did my best to combine something light, because even during evenings it is still warm there in summer, and of course, to look sexy. Christian told me that if I put something on that I thought would be too sexy, then in a Swinger Club it would be just normal.
A pity I did not have sexy clothes with me since we were camping and I did not have time to shop. So I had to be a little creative. I did buy a mint colored miniskirt a few weeks before and thought it would be a good occasion to wear.
I didn’t wear a top or shirt; I used only a light scarf that I put crosswise over my breasts. Then, just a pair of high heels and off we went. Christian took his bike, and I sat “amazon-sideways” at the back. No other choice with a skirt like that!
When we arrived, it was not crowded. We were the first visitors, with a few other couples and single men. It was in the middle of the week, and we were wondering if we hadn’t made a mistake by coming now.
The owner of the place welcomed us and looked me over from head to toe and back.
Then he said: “Don’t worry, love, it is the peak of the season during this summer holiday. More people will join later in the evening, and you will have enough horny guys here to play with.”
I looked at Christian, who also heard what he said. He smiled and pulled a face by lifting his eyebrow a few times, and I knew he was amused. We got in, and the owner gave us a tour. It was not a big place. They showed us around the inside garden-terrace, a little swimming pool, the big playroom, little private rooms, glory holes, bondage-room…
I learned a few new words that evening! Then the bar, lockers for our clothes, showers, etc. All drinks in the club were included in the entrance fee, and you could keep your wallet in your locker.
After a while, more people came in. We had our first gin and tonic and talked with a few couples.
“Where are you from? First time you come here?”
Some of them also came from the same naked resort – we did not recognize them, but they recognized us. How come? Maybe no other Asian females to see there? The couples were dressed for a night out in a club, but, as Christian predicted, especially the ladies did their best to look as sexy as possible. Not always classy if you ask me, some looked like hookers, but who am I to criticize, only wearing a mini-skirt and a scarf!
One thing Christian just told me when we were almost at the place was that some of those Swinger Clubs have dress code rules, like you have to get undressed in lingerie or naked after a certain hour, like 10 or 11 pm. A bit late telling me this, since I was “wearing commando” as usual the last few days. I was relieved there was no such rule that evening – I guess it was one of the rare moments I regretted not wearing panties!
At our second gin and tonic, I started checking the looks of the men and who was attractive. Actually, besides my boyfriend Christian, of course, only one guy was really handsome and sexy to me, a man in his 30s, with black hair, athletic, not too tall, a big smile, showing a mouth with beautiful white teeth.
There might be others, but he really struck me. He was also seen with his girlfriend or wife, and I have to say: a beautiful, hot young woman. A few times, we had eye contact but no conversation.
Since it was a hot evening, a few people had undressed to swim in the pool, so we thought it was a good idea to go into the water to cool off a bit. We took our clothes off to put them in the locker, put a big towel around our body and went for a swim.
I felt comfortable since I got used to swimming naked at the naturist resort, and also used to having men looking at me. The swimming pool was just next to the terrace, and right before I wanted to go in the water, I saw that attractive young man again, sitting there with his girlfriend, having their drinks.
I noticed he was really watching me. It was logical that I had his and other men’s attention since there were not that many women around the pool at that time, and obviously, more men. The difference between the men in the naked resort and the men here is that I am 100% sure about those here: they come for one reason only: SEX!!!
I could not blame them for watching me differently, more directly, with unmistakable, horny looks and unashamed. When I let the towel slip from my body, I felt many eyes rolling over my back. Then I had to turn around to use the little ladder to let myself down in the water. At that moment, they all saw me naked from the front.
A mix of feelings came over me. I felt shy, proud, sexy, and horny all at the same time. When I noticed that I wasn’t in a hurry to let myself down to hide in the water, I had to admit to myself that I liked the attention of those eyes a lot.
At that moment, I was wondering if the men were fantasizing about fucking me!
When I wrapped my arms and legs around my boyfriend in the water, I felt his hard dick pushing against my belly. He told me he was proud to have the most beautiful and sexy woman of the evening. And I knew he meant it!
We both were feeling horny, but he was not allowed to have sex in the swimming pool because of the obvious hygiene reasons. I was sure he would have put his boat in my harbor right there if there wasn’t such a rule.
After a short swim, we decided to go back for another drink. I came out of the water first because Christian wanted to wait a little bit to let his dick go back to his normal flaccid shape. I climbed out of the pool, and a gentleman hurried to bring me my towel. Always a funny feeling to be naked in front of a man who wears his clothes!
We went back to our locker to get dressed. We saw a woman walking around topless, another already in lingerie. I had no sexy lingerie, not even panties, so I looked at Christian, asking with my eyes what to do. He smiled and said it was okay to wear only my heels, or the same way I came.
“Do whatever you like,” he said, while looking at me in a naughty way.
I was not feeling ready to walk around without clothes, I think, because not everybody was naked, especially not the men. That was the difference with the resort where everybody was “equal.” When everybody is naked, it’s so easy to take off your clothes, but not there, not at that moment.
So I put on my skirt and heels and used the scarf as a proper scarf this time, draped over my shoulders and naked body, covering my breasts a little. I looked in the mirror and quite liked it. I didn’t mind the dark shadows of my nipples showing through, which, combined with the sideways view of my partially exposed breasts, gave me a sexy look, even though I didn’t have any flashy clothes at my disposal. Christian’s look betrayed his appreciation for my efforts to look sexy. A little more makeup and I was ready.
Ready for another drink, and we went to the bar. Christian was in the mood, drinking twice as fast as I, and got more naughty in his talking. He asked me to behave as sexy as possible tonight and be as daring as I wanted. In a way, he’d already encouraged me at the nude resort, teasing men there, like the ice cream vendor or the butcher in the small supermarket—too many to mention by now. But here it was about more than just briefly standing naked, like by the pool earlier. It was all about pure sex, and I wondered how far I, uh, we, could go. Christian did his best to put me completely at ease:
“Don’t worry about your skirt constantly riding up – don’t worry about your scarf not always staying in place.”
Apparently, I didn’t have to worry about a jealous boyfriend either, because he clearly wasn’t!
.————————- How I enjoyed being a voyeur this time!
Left and right, we saw people getting slowly into action; we saw couples splitting up and going their own way. Some couples went to the playrooms, and we also saw a few women playing with each other while their husbands got excited watching them.
We “behaved” and played in a public spot where I put handcuffs attached to the wall on Christian. He played along but acted surprised and shy when I went down on him to open his zip and started to massage his cock while others could see us.
Actually, I was checking to feel how aroused he was, and at that time, not that much ;).
Several single men were also present, and several came to us and asked if they could join us to play in a threesome. We said we were new and only looking around. Everybody was very nice, and nobody insisted after saying “no thanks.”
I felt free in this place, of course, the drinks helped too, because I don’t need much to feel tipsy, and a drink also helps me to be more daring.
I looked around and saw now more women going to their lockers, changing clothes for sexy lingerie.
Such a shame I could not participate in this! I would have loved to wear my most sexy lingerie for one time in public for all those appreciative, horny eyes instead of our own private bedroom. I told Christian I was jealous of those women, much better prepared to show off than me!
Then there was this guy from a couple we talked with at the beginning of the evening. He was already undressed and was in his boxers. Now seeing him like this made him a different man from the man we talked with before. He had an attractive, sexy body, not with a six-pack but really quite masculine.
I guess it’s the same for women too: I can imagine a casually dressed woman can also make a different impression, in sexy lingerie.
He asked me to dance. After a short look at Christian, I saw it was ok, so I danced two slow songs with him. He had his hands most of the time on my bum and the tips of his fingers touching my upper legs since the skirt was really small, with a high hem. He made me turn a few times around, and this way made sure to have a better view of my boobs since my light scarf was floating in the air and was everywhere except hiding my breasts.
I did not mind and felt very sexy in my high heels like this, being almost half naked and dancing with a handsome stranger in his boxers. Christian smiled all the time, so I felt okay.
Now and then, my practically naked tits touched his naked chest when he guided me in the dance. I felt his hands changing place on my body, but he kept “respectful.”
What a place! I liked it because I could not imagine any other place where women could feel and behave so extremely freely and sexually, without getting in trouble.
At that moment, nobody else was dancing, so we got some attention from other men and couples at the bar. Normally, nothing special about being watched while dancing, you would say, but for me, in this outfit and most other people still dressed and “covered” gave me a special and unique feeling!
I asked the man about his wife because I did not see her around. He said five minutes ago she presented him a guy she would like to have sex with and was asking him for approval.
“And????!!!” was my first reaction.
He said that the guy was ok with him and just told him not to forget to use a condom, and after that, she disappeared to a private room.
“Wah! Unbelievable!”
Some men, like Christian, approve their girlfriend to dance with a stranger, and others approve their wife to . . . hmmmmm, to fuck another guy? I found it amazing and extremely liberating that these men and women can handle that without painful jealousy.
I said, “What about you? You don’t want to join them?”
He explained that they don’t do threesomes and agreed to do it like this. If he can find a woman to play with, he can do the same, but never together in the same room with his wife.
This was all new for me!
“Pity there are not more attractive women like you,” he said. “And a lot of competition too!”
I thanked him for the compliment. He was right. There was not a real 50/50 balance between men and women, which is why so many men paid attention to me. If I have to give a number: probably around 70/30.
The moments he danced close to me, I felt his cock pushing his boxer against my skirt. I felt aroused because I imagined his hard-on was caused by me. I imagined touching his dick, but I kept my hands on his but. He never asked me anything else, except for a second dance, and I am sure he enjoyed it.
Christian and I decided to have another look around and knew we were real voyeurs, watching others playing, and more and more, we got excited. This was much better than watching a sex movie!
One bigger private room had its lights on, and the locked doors had peepholes. We used the holes and saw two couples.
The wives were close to each other, lying on their backs, heads towards each other, and kissing. The men were with their heads between the women’s legs, giving oral pleasure. The moves and actions were like in slow-motion. We heard the horny moaning of the women, and while each of us was looking through one hole, leaning against the door, I put my hand in Christian’s open fly.
Now I felt more arousal in his pants! His cock suddenly became harder, and I still don’t know why: because of me touching him, or because he saw, like me, how the two guys switched wives.
The girls stayed in the same place with legs wide open while the guys traded pussies. It was hot watching them, and to see how the girls let different guys eat out their pussies was very thrilling. After what for us seemed long, they continued licking, and we got bored after a while, only watching this, so we moved on to explore the club to see if other sexually decadent stuff was happening.
A new playroom caught our attention: a wooden wall with holes at different heights: some to look at what is happening at the other side, and some lower where men can put their cock through, in a blind way, to get lucky when someone at the other side starts to give a hand or blowjob! It was a popular wall and several men used it.
I told Christian to put his cock and I went to the other side to play. Arriving at the other side of the wall, I did not expect that view of cocks of all shapes and sizes sticking out of several holes!
I had to be careful not to choose the wrong dick! I got more and more in a sexual mood and gave Christian a short treatment with hand and mouth, for fun, and I guess also a bit to show off, letting the others know we were not only “looking at things.”
Although it was tempting, I resisted touching other cocks peeping, but for how long?
————————- Getting Involved
After that, we moved to the open public area with small and large sofas. We arrived right on time to witness a really hot scene, something I personally never imagined was possible before, but it was happening right there in front of us. The young, attractive man I was talking about in the beginning was taking off his girlfriend’s mini-dress. He opened the long zipper at the backside of her dress, and there she was, standing in her sexy bra and panties.
Then she took off his jeans. Since my boyfriend explained that couples wanted to be watched while having sex, I thought they would do just that. After the couple we witnessed a few days ago in the resort in nature, I thought we were about to have a more close-up view of two people having sex!
Then a few guys came and talked with the boyfriend. It seemed they already knew each other. One of the guys went to the girl and started kissing her on her neck, like seducing her. Then he guided her to one of the bigger sofas and made her lie down. Two other guys joined and started kissing her body. The boyfriend watched from a short distance.
Now it has become clear to me: he shared his girlfriend with three other guys!!!
Then the boyfriend came closer, and all four of them were around the young woman who was lying on the sofa. The boyfriend was holding her head and kissing her lips while he opened her bra.
The three guys, one by one, moved with their mouths to the more sensual and intimate parts of her lascivious body. One other guy was sitting on one side of her, kissing her left breast after helping to take off the loose bra, the other man sat at her other side to kiss her other breast, and another went slowly down with his head between her legs, starting to give her oral sex through her panties.
The young woman then lifted her ass, and number three took out her black micro panties. One guy was already completely naked, and the others had their pants down.
I did not know where to look first, at who was doing what to her. While the guys were kissing her everywhere, she was searching for their cocks. It took her a few seconds to get one in each hand.
One of the cocks was her boyfriend’s, and its hardness showed that he was very excited. When I looked at his cock and her hand gently robbing him while the others gave her all the physical attention, I felt my stomach and inner body in a strange way reacting from all this excitement. I felt my throat dry, trying to swallow my own saliva, but couldn’t. Christian and I looked at each other, but we were speechless, really did not know what to say, and it was clear everybody enjoyed it, while we had to admit we enjoyed watching.
We rarely watch porn, and the few times we watch, we never get to the end of a movie. But this was much better because it was real. Real people, no stupid overdone acting, which, for me, makes porn uninteresting. For me, it was the first time to see so many horny, hard cocks together in a relatively small public place!
While we were fascinated by this scene, an older man approached me and was bothering me with his conversation. He was drunk, was disturbing us, and did not understand “no-thank-you.”
I asked Christian to go to the toilet, just to be able to escape from him.
Christian went to the men’s room and said he would wait for me at the entrance of the ladies’ room, or if it took too long, at the bar just around the corner, where he could have another drink.
Just when I was about to enter the ladies’ room, I noticed the management was escorting the old guy to the exit and was leaving the club. So instead of visiting the toilets, I hurried back to the place where the four guys were playing with the woman.
I was attracted and pulled like a magnet to that area where the exceptional sexual action was, and forgot to wait for Christian. When I came back, the men just switched places. I came as close as possible because I wanted to see every detail. I was that close; if I wanted, I could almost touch them. The boyfriend was still kissing her, but now one of the guys was sliding his cock into her wet pussy!
She arched her back, pushed her pelvis up, and moved more strongly towards his dick. The other two were kissing her all over. I found it so hard to believe that I witnessed people fucking each other right in front of me, and even more that the boyfriend let the other man fuck his beautiful girlfriend!
As a first impression, you would think the woman is getting raped by several guys, but it was so obvious she wanted it, she loved it, and was completely taken over by lust and sexual passion!
I was not the only one watching; some other single men stood there while stroking their cocks. Maybe hoping to have a chance with her as well? I never saw so many hard cocks in my life, and I got very excited. I was not even aware that I started to touch my own breasts and my nipples that became really hard, being a voyeur like that.
My scarf lost its function to hide my boobs. It was hanging between my tits and not over. I did not care that I was standing there half-naked. My scarf was bothering me, and I took it off and hung it over the chair next to me. By putting down my scarf, I suddenly got the attention of some of the predominantly male audience. I was practically falling into a trance myself. I wasn’t even aware of Christian’s presence or absence for several long minutes.
At that moment and at that spot, I was the only woman, except for the girlfriend who was being shared. Now, maybe six, seven, or more men were standing around the scene watching the MMFMM. A few of them changed their focus on me. First one, then two more turned to me, standing in a small half circle around me.
They did not say anything, they just were jerking off slowly while looking at my half-naked body and me touching myself. I remember I proudly put my shoulders back and boobs confidently forward to them, and I only made one move with my arm to show them I did not want to lose my view of the five other people who were having sex there.
They understood and moved in such a way that I had a perfect view again. The guys who focused on me were clearly friends and started talking to me, but I could not understand because their English was limited. One thing I understood when they asked me with enough body language to take off my skirt, which I refused.
Not that I did not want to take it off, coz I was excited (and probably drunk) enough to give them what they wanted, but my troubled brain said no, coz maybe Christian would not like that.
What I learned last week and for sure that evening is that I like to be watched, so that gives me a new sexy “hobby”: being exhibitionist! The guys were somewhere between twenty-five and thirty-five, and it was hot seeing them playing with their young dicks out of their jeans.
It was like walking a tightrope. On the one hand, my horny self wanted to give in to their desires, and on the other, I didn’t want to take off my skirt. It will not have escaped the notice of the young men that at times I couldn’t avoid staring at their private parts. I had plenty of opportunities to see cocks at the nudist camp, but at the swingers’ club, it’s a completely different story.
There, they’re shamelessly displayed, used, and held up as much as possible, mainly by the guys jerking off their own erect cocks!
More and more, I felt myself identifying with what was happening there. Instead of taking off my skirt, I put one foot on the chair, which brought my skirt completely up, opened my leg a little bit so I could touch and show off my bald pussy to them. As if I wanted to compensate them for not taking off my skirt!
First, I could not understand why they came to me instead of watching the hot sex scene I was witnessing myself. A moment later, it started to make sense. It seemed logical because maybe they could get more from me than only showing off my body to them. Or maybe they were more attracted to me, not taken yet by any other guy. Anyway, my focus was still on the others having sex right in front of us.
The man who shared his girlfriend stopped kissing her and looked at the guys taking care of his woman. Then again, our eyes met. He saw me standing there, watching them. They traded places, and a second man started to fuck her now. She stayed in the same position all the time.
Now that her boyfriend stopped kissing her, the man who fucked her last brought his dick to her mouth so she could taste his juices. Her eyes were closed almost all the time.
Then, suddenly, to my surprise, the boyfriend with whom I had had eye contact a few times before was standing up, and with two steps, he was next to me! At that moment, I was leaning against a wall, one hand on my breast, squeezing a nipple, and my other hand under my skirt.
Because of the loud music, he brought his mouth to my ear and asked if I liked what I saw. I just nodded my head and smiled. Why should I lie?
He said, “I also like what I see,” and pointed at my tits.
Hmmm, I liked that as well and just continued what I was doing: watching them and touching myself. The alcohol must have sedated me. All I was doing went very naturally; I didn’t think much, I just went with the flow of the scene.
He and I were standing side by side, watching his woman getting fucked and giving BJ to the other, and number three was sucking her breasts. I just couldn’t get enough of it, and I was kind of hypnotized by the people fucking.
He was half naked from his waist down, only wearing an open shirt with a hard cock peeking from under, and I was half naked waist up. I did not know where to look first: his cock or his girlfriend getting all the sex.
I was surprised that I didn’t feel disgusted by what I saw, quite the opposite. In my mind, a lot of things were going on. I imagined I was lying there, where his girlfriend was, and was wondering what this would feel like, being taken by multiple men. I looked at the boyfriend’s nice, hard cock and imagined him fucking me now.
I was comparing in my thoughts her body with mine, and even though she was younger, I felt sexy enough, had bigger boobs, which gave me more confidence as well to fantasize even better about that young handsome man fucking me.
Her boyfriend and I witnessed how his girlfriend changed position. She went on her knees on the sofa, and the naked guy started to take her doggy, one of my favorite positions. The moment he slid his big cock all the way into her from behind, I let out a short scream myself, as if I could feel him sticking his thing inside me.
The other guy was standing behind the sofa so she could suck his cock, and number three was lying under her, licking her cunt. That was the most exciting thing I’ve ever seen in my life! I could not avoid imagining it was me on that sofa, and I wanted her boyfriend to do me doggy.
Then, suddenly, the boyfriend (let’s call him Matt) asked me if I wanted to trade places with his girlfriend! I did not believe my ears! I was speechless and shocked! Was he reading my mind or what?
All I could do was lift my shoulders in a way like saying:
“I don’t know.”
Then everything happened fast, and while he was not losing sight of his woman, he took my hand and put it on his cock! I was so surprised! Surprised by what happened, but also by the fact that I did not run away, nor did I withdraw my hand. Only a few days ago, I witnessed a few guys wanking, and now I had my hand on a stranger’s cock!
So guess I took advantage of the situation and kept my hand where he left it.
Without looking at it, I let my fingers encircle his shaft. I felt the shape, the distinct difference in girth from Christian’s. I felt the “newness,” the attractiveness, the seduction, the challenge, as I slowly but surely slid my hand back and forth over the length of the cock I was beginning to crave. I knew I was being a bad girl and watched in the direction of the toilets to see if Christian was appearing.
I did not see him and continued enjoying the feeling and excitement of that new tool in my hand. He looked me right in the eyes: he smiled, and all I could bring out was a giggle. He had one arm around my waist, like making sure I would not walk away.
We continued watching his girlfriend while I was stroking him. Then he put his hand between the wall and my bum. I felt how he tried to go with his hand under my skirt, which wasn’t difficult.
I thought I had no right to refuse him doing that since I was already playing with his cock. I have your dick, you have my pussy, it just made sense, I thought, so why not?
His girlfriend was getting very active now, and he made sure she could see me stroking him. I think we were only one meter away from her.
In a reflection, I thought she would be “not amused,” but that was my old conservative thinking that escaped my mind. I thought I even saw her smiling at me!
His cock stayed hard, and his hand, having no obstructions of panties, found its way between the cheeks of my ass, going further down to the front of my pussy. While standing there, I felt that, without thinking, I spread my feet and legs a little bit to make it easier for him to find my pussy. He had clearly noticed this, which gave him confidence to continue.
I also know that at that time, I must have become soaking wet. So one hand on his cock, his fingers touching my private and almost inside my dripping pussy, and watching three guys doing a woman, and some other young men dropping their pants now and jerking off in front of me! My handjob on Matt got them more excited and lifted their expectations.
Hard for me, who has never experienced those kinds of sexual and erotic actions with several people in one place, to imagine something hotter and more arousing than this. It was more intense than on the rocks of the naked resort – maybe because Christian was not near me, and also more people, alcohol, music, and witnessing a woman “cheating” her boyfriend with three guys while he was enjoying it, watching her!
Now I thought this was enough for a short but super exciting experience, and I was thinking I needed to go back to find Christian. For a minute, my brain tried to take over! Of course, I would prefer to stay, but that would not be fair to Christian. He also deserves a hot night, and I was intended to help him with that.
Just when I was about to let go and leave, Matt withdrew his hand and put it on my shoulder, gently pushing me to make me sit on the chair with the scarf that was right next to me. I obeyed and sat down.
Now, on the left side of the chair, I had a full close-up on his handsome cock, which I kept hard and fully erect. Again, I looked around for Christian but did not see him coming. Matt was waiting for action from my side, I could sense.
“Fuck it!” I thought, and I grabbed the cock and gave a quick, shy kiss first, then, after looking up at him, a few licks, and then quickly I allowed him to bring a part in my mouth.
It was as if all moral restrictions fell away within these four walls. As if anything was allowed, as if anything was possible. I had started giving him a blowjob without questioning anything. I just felt like it, and at that very moment, it was simply the logic and exciting consequence that flowed from the unfolding situation. I had him in my mouth before I considered any negative consequences. I didn’t wonder whether or not I should do it; I knew immediately that I wanted it, regardless of what Christian might think or do.
My lips and tongue felt the shape of the head of his dick, and I had a taste of his precum. While I sucked his head carefully and slowly, over my left side, I had brief eye contact with his girlfriend, who was right in front of me while she was sucking on one of the other men.
That felt really weird and hot knowing she was looking at her boyfriend getting his dick licked and sucked by me. I used one hand to hold his cock and guide it in my mouth while sucking, and my other hand went automatically, without thinking, between my legs to play with my pussy.
I still can’t believe it! How everything happened so naturally. A few hours ago, I was simply a curious woman, convinced I definitely wouldn’t do anything with other men, and now . . .
Again, while doing this, I tried watching the other way on the right. No Christian around yet, so I took the risk to continue and experience the excitement of sucking a new cock after years of “the same” from Christian.
Something that was not planned, something taboo, dangerous, and at the same time something super arousing, something daring. Right! Didn’t Christian say I had to behave as sexy as possible and as daring and naughty as I wanted? Well then!?
Also, one time, we said during hot pillow talk that oral sex is not cheating, so a BJ should not make him angry. I never did something like this in my life, and without him, I would never have been as open-minded as I am now. So this way, I washed away the only negative feeling I had at that moment: the feeling of guilt. If someone was to blame, it was Christian!
I was still nervous about being caught by him, but I was too excited to stop. In a moment, I was torn by mixed feelings and even felt like I wanted to be caught.
Moreover, a while ago, before visiting the swing club, he told me he fantasized about threesomes, MFM, about watching me giving BJ to another guy. My simple conclusion was that I was fulfilling his fantasies!
Maybe he already “programmed me” before, with his naughty talk? If he were to find me like this, he couldn’t be angry, right?
(to be continued in Part 2)
