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Wild WednesdaysA couple in the swinging lifestyle make their weekly pilgramage to a private club. Wednesdays have been punctuated by a young woman who puts on quite a show in one of the anything-goes areas. Caitlyn’s husband is in the crowd of onlookers while she sits alone in the public area. She’s not alone for long.Wild Wednesdays“Mind if I sit down?” asked the black man with the muscular build.“What, you’re not going to join the others?” she said. He looked toward the wide doorway that led into the back of the swing club. It was crowded with men and women whose attention was turned toward the interior of the adjacent room.“No thanks,” he said in a resonant voice. “Not my style.”The short-haired blonde turned her face to him as if seeing him for the first time. Her features were finely crafted and framed deep blue eyes. “I hear she doesn’t leave any erection unsatisfied,” she said with flat disinterest. “Still not my idea of fun,” he insisted.“And what is your idea?” she asked, her mood lightening.“Well,” he said, “nothing quite so public as a blowbang.” The woman chuckled at the use of the word. He continued, “This is supposed to be a swinger’s club, but these last few Wednesdays have become a circus with only one attraction. She does seem to have stamina, I’ll give her that.” “Every week she seems to go for a new record. The other women have even gotten into it.”“Is she servicing them, too?”“No, they seem to enjoy being fluffers,” he observed.“Fluffers?”“Women who work the edge of the crowd to get the guys right on the edge of cumming. When the next guy’s turn comes, he steps up ready to explode.”“So, it’s a team sport.” This time he laughed. “At least a group activity. I take it your date is in there with the wankers.”“I don’t have a date, but my husband is in there salivating.”“So he’s just a disinterested bystander.”“That’s what he’ll claim, but if I asked him to take me back to one of the private rooms, he’d stall for forty-five minutes, at least.”“Recovery time?”“Takes longer than he used to, and it’ll be a weak second run.”“What an idiot!” he bakırköy escort said.“I suppose that I should jump to his defense, but at the moment I’m leaning toward your point of view.”“He’s fantasizing about a nympho, and he has a hot woman out here drinking wine by herself. Would you like to dance?”The question caught her off guard. The DJ had joined the others next door, but a string of what she called rhythmic stripper tunes had been loaded into the computerized sound system. “Sure,” she said.She accepted his outstretched hand as she rose to her feet abandoning a clear plastic cup half full of chardonnay. Her temptation was to quickly adjust her clothes, but she did not want him to sense any uncertainty. She was wearing a front zippered pinstriped corset top that boosted her smallish breasts into succulent mounds. She did pull slightly at the hem of her stretchy black mini as she rose. Her legs were bare from her red heels up to where they met at the smooth skin of her hairless mound. She had not worn anything beneath her skirt as a test to see if her clueless husband would discover her secret. To this point he had not, and his lack of curiosity was becoming a barrier to her responsiveness. As she moved forward to the dance floor with this handsome stranger, she felt a surge of lubrication that made her blush. They stepped onto the raised dance floor, a walled mirror facing them and she saw a striking couple. He was lean and muscular with narrow hips and broad shoulders; she, by comparison, pale, narrow-waisted, and urgent of body.The dance began with the two facing each other, and then he took her hand and twirled her halfway around and drew her into a close gyrating embrace. The move was so smooth, it seemed natural for her to curl into his arms with his pelvis against her buttocks and his arms around her.She looked down at the mounds of her breasts. The pink areoles surrounding her tightening nipples had risen above the cups of her corset.“Those are very nice,” he whispered into her ear.“Do you like them?” beşiktaş escort she asked and pushed herself against his growing member that strained against her buttocks. “Very much,” he said. She broke his hold and turned to face him and the mirror that rose behind him. In a deft motion she unzipped her top and the elasticized fabric separated giving an unobstructed view of her perky tits. “Do you still like them?” His answer was to cup them gently in his strong hands and draw his lips down to taste their sweetness. She felt herself gasp as her own hands explored the long ridge beneath his trousers that had so distinctly pressed against her derriere while they danced.“Could we get around that crowd?” she asked when her breath returned. The invitation was unmistakable. She wanted to go with him to one of the private rooms where couples could have sex unseen by the usual pack of voyeurs.“Where there’s a will,” he offered. “I’ll follow you anywhere.”She led the way through the crowd. “Excuse me,” she cooed with each step as a path opened. At one point she suddenly stopped and he bumped against her. In an instant, his hand slipped up under her skirt and between her liquid thighs. “I think you are as excited as I am,” he said as she led him to the bedroom that had a full length mirror. She had liked what she had seen on the dance floor; now she wanted to see everything from all directions. The door was open; they quickly entered and shut themselves in.The sounds drifting over the walls sounded like a cheap porno movie; a woman’s voice called for more and the onlookers urged the next man forward. In the mirrored room, time moved in slow-motion. The urgency that had her pushing through the crowd had abandoned her and she, instead, savored every moment. She reopened the corset she had sealed through the journey through the throng. His hands and lips resumed their eager exploration. She unbuttoned his shirt and moved her hands over the ebony steel pects until she found his tiny nipples. Their eyes met for a long count ending beylikdüzü escort when their hungry mouths and tongues became furious. Her skirt slid quickly down around her ankles, his pants were open and she knelt to meet his hefty shaft. It was too thick to encircle with her small hand, but she pulled it to her lips nonetheless.“I know,” he said. “You’re going to say it’s too big.”“No,” she corrected, “I was going to say it’s beautiful. I’ll try to do it justice.”“I must admit,” he said lovingly, “I’ve never heard that one.” She managed to wrap her lips over its swollen head which emerged shining from her mouth. She stood and kissed him again, their tongues again reaching and exploring.“I want you to fuck me,” she said. The crudeness of her language excited him even more. “I have a condom,” he said reaching for his abandoned pants.“No,” she said. “This is going to be real.” He scooped her up and put her on her back, dropping his head down between her open thighs. Her first orgasm came when his tongue found her clit. Her second when he navigated his fingers though her liquid folds to her vaginal opening. She yielded completely to his touch knowing that she was being readied for a cock too big for her mouth, but not for her imagination.Then he was over her. She felt something blunt sliding across her thighs and coming to rest against her womanhood. There was increasing pressure, mounting pressure; then a slide forward and she screamed. For an instant the world became silent and the people in the feeding frenzy on the other side of the wall might have guessed that they were missing it all. Their attention, however, was so focused that they were soon back to their orgiastic business.“Did I hurt you?” he asked anxiously.“No,” she gasped and wrapped her legs around him drawing him in deeper. He pulled her from the bed as if she were a doll. She saw herself in the mirror, clinging to the black stranger; rising and falling on his thick organ that disappeared deeply into her own flesh. “It’s wonderful.”She was back on the bed and losing count of the paroxysms that had washed over her as she felt his penis erupting within her. Then they were kissing again, and in each other’s arms exhausted.“You are the most sexually alive woman I have ever met,” he said as his diminished member slid from her still tightening pussy. “My name is DeVon, by the way.”“I’m Caitlyn.”

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