by Mia Moore
“I know! That’s what I’m trying to say!” He held his hands out palms up. “Look; let’s go. I’ll have it out with Beau back at the hotel.”
Sophia leaned over the table looking from Matt to Elena. “Look, no harm no foul, okay? If you aren’t into this, that’s cool. Lots of people come to the club and never play. It’s just a sexy place to be for them. It spices up things...” her voice faded as she looked from Elena to Matt and back again.
He cocked his head at Sophia and wiped his mouth. What the hell was she doing at their table anyway? The realization hit him in the face like a punch from Rocky. Holy God, she and her husband were trying to pick up Elena? Oh my God!
His brain went into overload as his head swivelled from his wife to this other woman. Elena had looked totally hot in her skirt, blouse and blazer back at the hotel, but now, she almost looked like a schoolteacher sitting next to Sophia who was porn star hot in that little red dress and those oh-so-high heeled fuck me shoes. His eyes drank in Sophia’s legs, focusing on how that muscle on her thigh flexed when she adjusted her position in the chair. And she had been hitting on his wife?
Oh my Gaaaawd!
Stop it dude!
But it was the truth! He didn’t know if he was going to crap his pants in fear of Elena’s wrath or pop a hard on thinking of these two women going at it.
He looked at Elena; she was pretty calm; and that frightened him. She was just being polite in public, but when she got him alone he was going to be dead. She felt his eyes on her and tilted her head up at him, her face a blank. He had one last chance, so he sputtered:
“You want to come honey? Shit! I mean go! You want to go now?” His voice hadn’t cracked like that since he was twelve years old.
She gave her head a small shake. “No, we’re staying.”
“What?” His ears began buzzing and his knees got weak. He grasped the edge of the table.
“Why do I have to keep repeating myself? Let’s check this place out a little bit.”
He stared at his wife stupefied. All he could do was open and close his mouth.
Sophie patted Elena’s hand. “Hey, I’m sorry if we came on too strong. Actually, when Chris and I first saw you, we thought you were a Unicorn. And now...” She looked down at the table. “Well, you didn’t even know it was a couples club.”
Elena looked over at Sophia. “That’s the second time I heard that term ‘Unicorn’. Someone else thought that was what I was.” Again, her face was a blank slate, unreadable.
Sophia laughed. “It’s a fantasy for lots of us. Meeting the single woman who’s out for a good time with couples. It’s no wonder that someone else hit on you before me. You’re a beautiful woman.”
“Thanks, I think...?” Elena’s voice was soft and her face grew pinker looking down into her drink. She looked over and at Matt.
“For real?” he said. “You don’t mind hanging out here?”
“No, I’m good.” Turning back to Sophia, she added, “As long as we don’t have to do anything with anybody...”
“No thanks means No,” she replied with a smile.
Elena smiled. “And the uterus really does rule, huh?”
“Yeah, the women pretty much make all the decisions in the lifestyle when it comes to who plays with who.” She cocked her head at Matt. “Your husband’s probably like most guys—randy and virile. He needs a smart wife to keep him in check.”
“You’ve only just met him and you know him so well!” The two women laughed.
Matt was silent watching their exchange. Elena turned to him and said, “It’s a strange city, no one knows us, so there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. The music is good and we both like to dance, I think I’m okay with staying, at least for a little while.”
Matt nodded his head and looked at his wife with love and admiration. A lot of other wives probably would have stormed out but not Elena. She had guts. Plus she was probably as curious as he was.
A man who looked to be in his late forties but carrying himself in a smooth athletic way approached the table with a couple of drinks. Sophia put her hand on his arm and turned to Matt and Elena. “Chris, this is Elena’s husband Matt.”
He set the drinks down and reached for Matt’s hand, gripping it firmly in his handshake. Before he had a chance to say the usual pleasantries like ‘nice to meet you’ Sophia pulled on his arm, reaching up to speak softly in his ear.
Chris’s eyes ping-ponged from Elena to Matt and he nodded his head. He sat down between the two women and his fingers drummed on the table. “Well...” He looked over at Matt. “I hope you have a good time tonight, even if this isn’t what you had expected.”
He took a long sip of his drink and then exhaled loudly. “I remember my first time coming to a club.” He smiled looking from Elena to Matt and then settled his gaze on Sophia. “Remember sweetie? We were both so nervous, thinking everyone was hitting on us, even though they were just being nice and having a good time.”
She laughed and nodded her head, running her hand up his arm. “Yeah. Even the women were checking me out. I didn’t know what to do, where to look.” She turned to Elena. “Just be friendly and if anyone asks you to do anything you don’t want to, just say no thanks. Believe me, people show respect here.” She leaned closer to Elena and spoke softly, “This is weird I know, but I feel less jealous here than when we go to a straight club and women give Chris the eye. At least here I know, that the woman is happily married and looking for some fun, not an affair.”
Matt thought back to the scene at Brandie’s where they’d both been jealous and pissed off with each other. So, Sophia wasn’t threatened by some woman wanting to fuck her husband? Elena would be fit to be tied if that was the case. And glancing over at the older, yet handsome man, he wasn’t sure he’d like the idea of this guy making out with Elena. To each their own.
That was probably why Beau had said have an open mind. That bastard had probably known about this club and got the wrong idea. He’d have something to say to him the next day...or maybe not, Depended on how the evening went.
Elena finished her drink and reached for the second one. Oh Boy. She’d better slow down if she was going to last the night. But after finding out what this place actually was, how could he blame her?
He looked across the table at Chris. “So, how did you two get into this kind of thing?”
Chris laughed. It was deep and infectious and the look on his face was friendly. “Is that another way of saying ‘What’s a nice couple like you doing in a place like this?’”
Sophia gave his arm a soft swat and looked at Matt, answering the question. “We were experimenting, trying different things out to spice up our sex life. We tried BDSM but it really wasn’t our thing. Some of it is interesting but we’re not into pain, just pleasure. Plus the people there were way too serious for us. It works for them but not us.”
Elena sat forward. “I read a book about that. Interesting but can’t see the point of all that beating and power tripping. So you’ve been doing this a while. Don’t you ever get jealous? I don’t think I could do that.”
Matt looked over at his wife. The double vodka had relaxed her just enough that she wasn’t nervous about asking questions.
Chris’s face was serious, his eyes intent when he fielded that question. “This isn’t something a couple does without talking everything out. You have to be totally dialled in to each other, and respect any, and I mean ANY negative feelings. If Sophia said, ‘let’s go home’. I wouldn’t question her or try to dissuade her, I’d just go.” He brushed his hands together, emphasizing the point.
Sophia laughed and it was like the tinkling of bells. “Actually in this milieu, the women call the shots. I love that.”
Matt sat back, watching Sophia and Chris. The way they were talking, so casual and matter of fact, they could be explaining the rules of a card game.
He looked around at the dance floor where a few more couples had joined the ladies already there. Mov
ement near the back of the floor caught his eyes. A platinum blonde woman in a black bra and mini-skirt was twirling on a gleaming brass pole, the platform under her feet elevated about a foot above the wooden floor. Holy shit! He’d seen strippers of course, and that was definitely a stripper pole.
The woman now wrapped her legs around the pole, falling back at the waist, her long silvery hair swishing the floor behind her. Another woman, a petite Asian joined her, holding the pole in one hand, while extending a fishnet stockinged leg high and to the side. The women were really into treating the long pole as a phallic symbol, rubbing their bodies along it like cats in heat. He blinked a couple of times, hardly believing that he was actually here, at a swinger’s club.
At Elena’s hand on his leg, Matt turned in time to see Sophia and Chris stand up and make their way to the dance floor. Great. Now he could talk to his wife and take her temperature on being there. “What do you think? Are you still okay with staying for a while?”
From the flush in her cheeks and her smile it was obvious that the vodka was catching up with her. She leaned closer, “Totally. I can’t believe we’re at a club like this. Just don’t get any ideas about fucking anyone else and we’ll be fine. It sure explains the way women are dressed.”
That was the truth. “Don’t worry, we stick together like glue tonight.” He squeezed her hand and nodded his head to the side. “Let’s dance.” Her eyes lit up and she slid from the stool to her feet.
They got to the floor just as one song was ending, and a roar from the crowd exploded at the opening chords of the next number; one he wasn’t familiar with. Judging from the rush of people to the floor, it was a popular one with the crowd. He’d never heard it before, but the primal, basic beat and the almost tinny vocal track was mesmerizing.
Every single person in the bar, the ones on the dance floor, the people standing and sitting around the edge, even the people lined up at the bar all roared out in one voice when the chorus came:
I WANT TO FUCK YOU LIKE AN ANIMAL!
I WANT TO FEEL YOU FROM THE INNN…SIDE!
Whoa… talk about plain speaking soundtrack! He looked into Elena’s eyes.
She licked her lips and he got an instant chubs.
A young woman in a short leather skirt and bustier, dancing next to him turned and thrust her ass into her partner’s groin, bending at the waist while the guy held her hips, jerking his crotch against her butt. He could feel his own cock get thicker watching them pantomime fucking while moving in time to the beat. And they weren’t the only ones making sexual overtures to the music. It was like a mating call, that song.
He looked to the side where Elena was watching a couple of women, kissing, their hands roaming freely over each other’s bodies from boobs to ass while their partners danced near them, their gaze never wavering from the lesbo scene. Oh fuck! This was unbelievably hot.
When the song ended, Elena laughed and grabbed his hand, leading him back to the table. The DJ, who was stationed above the crowd off to the corner of the room, made an announcement that got whoops and yells from the crowd. It was hard to understand what he had said, but it sure got the crowd even more fired up.
Sophia and Chris were at the table, big grins on their faces watching the dance floor.
Elena took her seat and leaned over the table to be heard above the din. “What’s happening?”
Sophia looked over at her and laughed. “Body shots! One of the bartenders pours booze on whoever volunteers and people lick it off. It’s wild!”
Matt’s eyes were like marbles watching the line-up of people and a vinyl covered gurney being wheeled onto the dance floor. The bartender raised the bottle high and a woman wearing only a G string seemed to come out of nowhere. Her long dark hair swayed from side to side as she scampered over to the table and hopped on. Oh my God, she was totally naked up top, her tea cup sized breasts pert as she lay back.
The crowd of people chanted “Body shot, body shot,” while the bar tender raised the bottle over her and poured liquid over her chest and down to where the G string started. He held up his other hand, motioning with five fingers, the number of people in the line who could come over. Immediately, three women in skimpy dresses and a couple of guys, their shirts splayed open raced over. They took positions on each side of her and dipped their heads, licking the tequila from her body.
It was crazy, the way the crowd cheered and the music soared in the background adding to the noise.
Matt couldn’t help but laugh, caught up in the fun of the spectre. He took a long sip of his drink and glanced over to Elena. She was absolutely mesmerized by the sight on the dance floor.
The young woman’s hands drifted on the heads of the people cleaning her with their tongues. Oh my God. What would that feel like to be centre stage and the focus of so much sexual energy? This place was incredible.
Elena’s hand was warm on his leg watching the woman get up, to be immediately replaced by a bare-chested thirty something year old guy. He was clean shaven, even to the nakedness of his torso, grinning as he stretched out on the cushioned gurney. This time it was only girls who answered the bar tender’s call for volunteers to lap the liquor off. So, bi-sexuality only applied to women at this club?
He was good with that, if that was the case.
Matt’s head turned at the movement beside him, the platinum pole dancer appearing, leaning down to kiss Sophia’s lips. Behind her, a sandy haired man hovered, reaching across to shake Chris’s hand. When the pole dancer woman pulled back and smiled at him, Matt had a hard time looking into her eyes and avoiding the plush swell of her breasts barely covered in the lacy black bra.
Sophia rose to her feet and whispered something in her girlfriend’s ear. The woman’s eyebrows rose and she nodded a few times. Sophia then sat back down and turned to Matt and Elena. “Eva, this is Matt and Elena.” She turned slightly when Eva’s husband leaned over to kiss her cheek. “And this is Frank, Eva’s husband.”
Elena reached across and shook Eva’s hand. “It’s appropriate I guess, you being here. Eva being in Eden.” She giggled and then took Frank’s hand. “Nice to meetcha.”
No more double vodka’s for Elena. She was definitely feeling the effects, her words a little slurred.
Eva stood close to him, so close he could feel her body heat and smell the sweet perfume rising from her breasts. He glimpsed sideways while she was taking to Sophia. If they were at a beach or swimming pool he wouldn’t think anything of the fact that she wore a bra, but here, in a dance club it was alluring as hell, especially with the leather mini skirt. Elena’s eyes were wide but she was still smiling watching the new couple.
She leaned across the table speaking to Sophia and Eva. “So, the four of you...” She smiled and paused before continuing, her hands rotating at the end of her wrists. “You...you know?” Even in the low lighting of the bar, her cheeks coloured.
Eva’s fingers stroked Sophia’s shoulder and she pulled the dark haired woman closer until her head rested on the side of her breast. “We play together, if that’s what you mean.”
As if to underscore this, Sophia turned her head and nuzzled Eva’s breasts.
Holy fuck! If that’s playing, he couldn’t wait to see them get serious! This was almost too much, especially when Eva’s hip brushed his thigh standing so close. And their husbands smiled softly watching their wives, giving approval with slight nods. Matt squirmed on the stool, easing closer to Elena. The jolt of pleasure in his cock was now constrained by the crease of tight fabric, bordering on uncomfortable.
Elena’s eyes were so big they were almost popping out to her cheekbones. It might be a good idea to get her away from the table for a little while. It probably was for him too. They needed to catch their breath.
And Elena wasn’t going to kill him! Yay!
“Let’s dance, Elena.” He rose and took her hand, leading her to the dance floor. It was funny. It wasn’t as crowded anymore. Even on the dance floor, only four couples swayed s
eductively to the music.
He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Not a quick peck, but a long slow kiss, his tongue caressing hers. Their bodies were pressed tightly together, his groin pushing into her tummy. His hands cupped her ass, kneading the flesh in his palms as they moved. Compared to the antics of the other couples on the floor it was tame, but it was something they’d never done in public. Whether it was the vodka or the lusty atmosphere, it didn’t matter. It was wicked fun. Elena moaned her approval.
He glanced over her shoulder and saw Eva and Frank pull up chairs, joining their table. He smiled and felt another tingle of pleasure fill his cock. There was no way, he and Elena would join the others sexually but it was fun to be near them—find out how the other half lived. Hell, they might never have this chance again.
When they turned in time to the music, Elena rose on her toes to whisper in his ear. “Looks like Eva and Frank are joining us.”
Matt pulled her closer and murmured, “Is that okay with you? We can try to find someplace else to sit if you’d like.” Much as he liked the idea of Eva sitting next to him, if Elena wanted to pull the pin, he’d do it. Had she seen him ogle Eva’s breasts?
She laughed and shook her head. “No. I’m fine. It’s just so crazy being here. Not exactly something I’d share with my BFF though.” She reached up and kissed his lips slowly. “Let’s go back and see what they’re talking about.”
Matt noticed Eva and Sophia getting up and sauntering over to the dance floor. “Not yet.” He jerked his head to the side, indicating the two women. If what they’d done at the table was any sort of warm-up, there was no way he wanted to miss them on the dance floor.
Chapter 8
I kissed a girl and I liked it
The taste of her cherry chapstick
I kissed a girl just to try it
I hope my boyfriend don’t mind