watching january

by Kamilla Murphy

  Clarice took one look at Heather in her miniskirt and said, “I’d like to dance too. Will you dance with me?”

  Carolyn urged the obviously reluctant girl to go ahead, and we moved to let Heather stand.

  “I think she’s open to the possibilities,” Carolyn said as I slid in next to her, making me the man-meat between two lovely ladies.

  Carly wasted no time in placing her hand at my crotch and feeling its effects. “It’s so special when a person remains open to all possibilities,” looking at me while she spoke.

  I relaxed and let my erection happen. In my ‘what the hell’ mood I knew I was among sexy friends, regardless of their leanings. Our conversation was basically them answering all my questions. I asked about the music, and they said that unlike other dance clubs, Vibe kept the volume down a bit because the lesbian ladies enjoyed their conversations more. I asked about the large crowd on a weeknight and they explained the special “upstairs” arrangement, where a certain number of regulars could “relax” and get to know each other better, obvious code words for swinging sex. I asked about Clarice as I watched her dance intimately with Heather. They explained in their own way that the younger woman was a nymphomaniac and therefore a big hit with the older ladies. Carly felt my dick twitch and whispered, “I bet you’d like a piece of that but you never will. Me, on the other hand…” She gave me a little squeeze.

  Heather looked comfortable dancing with highly attractive Clarice so I asked Carolyn who would be going upstairs later. “Don’t worry, you’re invited. We know how much you like to watch.”

  Carly said all the C’s were invited along with Heather and me. She pointed out two twenty-something man-woman couples who sat at a table across from us. “They’re invited too,” she said. “They’re swingers. The wives are extremely bi and the hubbies just love to watch them play with other ladies.”

  Carolyn chimed in, “Like us.”

  Carly’s grin tipped me off that they weren’t telling the whole story. “Okay, what are you leaving out? Something’s up… besides me.”

  She gave my dick another squeeze and said, “You’re up, all right.”

  Carolyn spilled the beans. “What those two husband’s don’t know is that Jackie and another t-girl, Angel will be showing up later and they’re gonna be seduced like you were. We’re dying to see how ‘receptive’ those guys are while their wives are being devoured by us.”

  Heather looked all rosy as she and Clarice walked to the bar to get drinks. “Would you like a drink?” I asked my two companions, and they gave me their order. I was behind Heather when I asked her if she was having fun. She turned to me and flushed with excitement said that she was having a great time. She smiled when she saw my bulge. “Roger, you’re incorrigible!”

  Clarice intoned, “I thought of other adjectives with a wife like his at home and him here instead.”

  “Oh, she’s not at home,” I said, reminding Clarice of what was happening at the Langmans’ house.

  “Nadine has all the fun,” she declared.

  With drinks in hand we walked back to the large, curved booth and shimmied onto the banquette. Heather looked radiant, especially adding that her miniskirt hiked all the way up as she slid up next to me, showing her magnificent legs all the way up to her thong. I had to tell her so.

  Her response was a tongue fueled kiss, wet and full of heat and promise. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Clarice looking mighty jealous. I slid my fingers under Heather’s thong and found a river.

  On the other side of me Carly whispered in my ear, “Watching you two is making me cream my panties. Dance with me, Roger.”

  Several pairs were dry humping out on the dance floor, including Chloe and Candy. One of the wives pointed out to me earlier was dancing with another woman, and she made no secret of where her hand was within her dance partner’s clothing. Somewhere out there one of the dancers was having an orgasm. We all heard it and it made Carolyn moan with envy. She stood to let me and Carly exit the booth. We weren’t even dancing and Candice already took my place and was kissing and feeling up burning-hot Heather.

  “You know I’m more bi than the others,” she said to me as we sinuously danced to a slow number. “I’m jealous of Jan and Heather. If I let a man into my life now you’d be the one.” I unashamedly rubbed my reinvigorated bulge against her pubic arch.

  “Are you in a relationship now?” I asked.

  “There’s nobody special, though I once thought Chloe and I had something going.”

  “That’s too bad. You’re too hot to be alone.”

  “You’re sweet for saying that,” she said. “I’m past my prime, I know, and if I heard anyone else say what you just did I’d know it was a pick-up line. Jan’s lucky to have you, especially since you’re letting her find herself while still loving her.” After about a minute with only the music, she added, “Jesus, you’re turning me on.”

  I said, “Maybe upstairs we can do something about that.”

  “I’m thinking we should go to your car right now.”

  “Really?”

  “Really.”

  Taking me by the hand she led me to the door where the doorman knew what was going on, winked and told us he wouldn’t stick us with another cover charge to get back in. I wondered if anyone in our larger party saw us, but then realized I didn’t much care. We ran more than walked to my car and climbed into the back seat. Since our foreplay already took place inside we got right down to it. My slacks got pulled down to release me at the same time I hiked her dress up and slid the crotch of her lacy panties aside. When I entered her she groaned, “Fuck me good, Rog!”

  Considering her loud squeals I think I did a credible job.

  Before we went back in I asked her who she wanted to be with later, implying the upstairs party afterwards. She mentioned how one of the wives named Sarah (not the one I saw dancing, whose name was Linda but the other one, a petite brunette) turned her on and she’d groomed at previous get-togethers. “The old hen taking the young chick under her wing,” was how she put it. I told her she was far from being an old hen.

  Inside the club I noticed a few of the crowd looking at us as if judging what we did. Let them judge, I thought.

  The swinger couples were on the fringe of the dance floor apparently doing more talking than dancing. As Carly dragged me toward them, I saw that the two women were now attached to a different man than who they sat with earlier. Swingers for sure.

  “Hi guys. This is Roger. He lets his wife fuck another man,” was Carly’s introduction and I couldn’t help but chuckle.

  After they all introduced themselves to me, Linda’s husband Dave asked, “You’re into the whole cuckold scene?”

  “Not exactly. In spite of Carly’s introduction, it’s more of an open marriage thing, though I’m not sure if that even explains it.”

  The other man, Mike said, “That’s cool. Is your wife here?”

  With a giggle Carly answered for me. “You’ve met Nadine Langman, right? His wife Jan is in a threesome about now with her and her husband at their house.”

  I chipped in, “And I’m here with all the lovely bi ladies as well as Nadine’s daughter over there.”

  Dave said, “That’s Heather? She’s even hotter than how they all described her!”

  Even with them being swappers or swingers, that comment still got him an elbow in the side from Sarah, and then I remembered she wasn’t even his wife which made it extra-notable.

  Probably by me being there, Mike asked if I was bisexual. I smiled and said that I wasn’t, and then asked him if his question was a proposition. That got a serious blush from the flustered man. I quickly told him I was kidding. While we talked, I noticed Carly slowly insinuating herself next to Sarah and separating her from the group. I said to Mike and Dave, “I’ll buy you guys a drink and we’ll let the ladies do what they want, okay?”

  After hitting the bar and going back to their original table, I asked, “You guys are into watching, li
ke me, right?”

  Mike answered. “Sarah’s a hot woman, and Linda is too,” he said glancing quickly at his friend as he said his wife’s name. “But there’s nothing hotter than seeing them with other women, or each other.”

  I looked across the room at the wives and said, “I can imagine how hot that is. I wouldn’t mind watching them either.” They were swingers after all, so they exhibited no signs of jealousy at my comment.

  Dave asked me if I knew about the upstairs after-party. When I said I did, he asked if I was invited. I responded that as far as I knew I was though that was still up to the ladies. When I saw that Heather was momentarily alone I excused myself and went to her.

  “Are you enjoying yourself?” I asked as I slid into the banquette next to her.

  Her smile was radiant, and my heart swelled a bit because I sensed it was mostly for me. “I’m having a much better time than I thought I would. What about you?”

  “Oh, you know me by now. I can have fun anytime beautiful ladies are around, even if most of them are lesbians.”

  “Am I one of the beautiful ladies?” she asked with her eyes as well as her voice.

  “You might be the beautifullest,” I said, and by God I meant it. The attention she was getting here in the club, both sexual and otherwise had her shining beyond her natural beauty. I summoned one of the waitresses over and ordered a drink refill for Heather and a beer for me. Nobody here at Vibe seemed to worry about Heather’s age so why should I?

  She said, “You know, Roger, you don’t have to get me drunk to get into my pants.”

  “Maybe it’s not me getting into your pants I’m thinking about,” I said as I motioned toward Carolyn, Chloe and the rest of the dancing ladies.

  Heather pondered that for a few moments before saying, “I’ve known about my mom’s orientation for a while, and though it never bothered me I had no desire to follow in her footsteps. I like guys but now I’m here in this club, half drunk and wondering which woman I’ll do it with first.”

  “That’s the beauty of it. As long as you’re willing you won’t have to make that choice. They’ll all want you, and if I were you I’d lay back and enjoy it. Let it happen.”

  She shivered as if she was imagining what would happen later. Then she changed the subject. “Are you thinking of her?”

  I knew she meant Jan. “Of course I am. I’m hoping her time tonight is everything she wants it to be.”

  “What about you? Is this all you want it to be?”

  “I really don’t know yet,” I said. “I’ve been wondering if my presence is merely a curiosity, you know, something to talk about and laugh about later for all these women.”

  “Really? I think this group is way beyond that, and I must say way beyond my mother in that respect. I know you had the quickie with Carly earlier, but what you don’t know is how much she talks about you when you’re not around.”

  It was my turn to say “Really?”

  “Yes. Since she met you and especially since she found out how open you were about your marriage her bisexual compass has swung your way.”

  I chuckled. “‘Bisexual compass,’ I like that.”

  “I think seeing you with Jackie also added to the attraction.”

  “Let’s not go there,” I said and then chuckled again. She laughed with me.

  She continued, “It’s not just Carly, either. Carolyn told me that if she’d met you earlier in her life she might be straight now. How about that endorsement!” I didn’t know what to say to that. I was awed into silence.

  The dancing ladies slowly returned in sweaty pairs to our booth. I need to clarify ‘sweaty;’ as the dance and seduction workout didn’t so much bring odor but had each of them exuding an unmistakable musk that had me stiff in my pants again. Heather and I slid over to let others in onto the banquette, and so I had Chloe next to me and opposite Heather. Clarice was on the other side of Heather and she immediately restarted her seduction effort on the impressionable young lady. Feeling magnanimous, especially after what Heather told me, I bought the next round. Like déjà vu, Chloe not-quite-absently placed her hand on my thigh, as Carly had earlier in the evening, and moved it until she whispered, “Oh my,” which caught the attention of the other women. I was sure I blushed since it seemed everyone crammed into the booth knew what Chloe was commenting on.

  That’s when my phone vibrated in my pocket. The message was a photo. I looked at it and smiled. It was a selfie taken by Nadine of the three of them in bed, all wet from sweat and I imagined other bodily fluids. Jan was in the center of the threesome in all her just-fucked glory. Her nipples were as stiff as I’ve ever seen them, and Griffin’s smile was ear-to-ear.

  I handed my phone to Carly, since she was at the end of the banquette and had her take a picture of the rest of us. I sent it along with a text message saying “glad 2 see ur having fun I wish I was there but fun here 2.” My phone got passed around so everyone could see the threesome photo. The ladies who never met Jan all commented that they were jealous of Nadine. Carolyn kept quiet. Her jealousy was different.

  A hostess with bigger tits than Nadine came over and invited us to go to the upstairs room. We made quite a parade as the seven of us joined up with Dave, Linda, Mike and Sarah. The room’s floor was covered with multiple mats while a large punchbowl was set on a table in one corner. Chloe, Candy, Clarice and Carolyn (The C names made me laugh every time I thought of them) were barely into the big room before they began shedding their clothes. Carly was huddled with Sarah and Linda, urging them to do the same. I looked at Heather; we sort of shrugged at each other and then started in on getting naked ourselves. Dave and Mike couldn’t hide their nervousness about losing their clothes but they couldn’t avoid the inevitable.

  Eleven naked people took turns with the punchbowl as some of the ladies were already fondling and caressing each other. The punchbowl’s content was almost pure vodka that someone sprinkled with some fruit juice but not much of it.

  I gravitated to a corner, sat on a mat and beckoned the other two men over. Pairings began to happen as we watched.

  Clarice was all over Heather and she seemed to be letting it happen as I’d advised.

  Carly was working on her groomed target, Sarah.

  Carolyn was with the big-titted hostess who was invited to join us and followed us upstairs (I secretly hoped her name didn’t begin with C). Apparently Carolyn liked her melons huge.

  The other wife, Linda ended up between Chloe and Candy and seemed to get right into the spirit of the evening.

  Mike and Dave held their stiff dicks as they watched the action. I said, “Your wives look very hot. You guys are pretty lucky.”

  Mike said, “Sarah’s playing a little hard-to-get with Carly but I know she’s been looking forward to fucking her for a long time.”

  “Do you two get any action, or is it just watching?”

  Dave whispered as he stroked his erection, “Look at them! Linda’s cumming already!” Indeed, hers was the first scream. He then answered my question. “We mostly watch them with other women but we also swing too so we do get some action.”

  When his wife screamed a second time followed almost immediately by a squeal from Candy, Dave shot his load, and it was a good one. Tossing him a towel I found on the floor next to me, I said “Nothing wrong with that.”

  Nothing wrong at all, I thought while watching the voyeur’s dream come true unfold before me. Especially arousing was watching Heather being seduced and taken by amazingly hot Clarice. When Heather climaxed it was Clarice that moaned the loudest. I hadn’t realized I was stroking myself harder until it was my turn to play fountain and send several ropes of cum into the air and all over me.

  Dave chuckled and said, “Now who needs a towel.”

  As several more moans and screams echoed around the room two women entered and quickly got the attention of the participants. I knew one of them.

  “This looks like my kind of place!” the stranger said as she began
to remove her dress.

  Jackie, the other newcomer, saw me and the guys and made a beeline toward us. “How’s my favorite cuckold?” she said with a hearty laugh.

  “Relax, guys, she’s talking to me,” I said, scooting over so she could sit between me and Mike if she chose to do so.

  Jackie nonchalantly pulled her slinky knit dress up and over her head and off, revealing black silk bra and panties, the bra soon following her dress to the floor. Since Dave already came, Jackie’s attention went to Mike’s cock. “Your woman’s out there?” she asked seeing his present area of concentration, one that didn’t include her. By that time Sarah and Carly had given each other several orgasms, so when Mike answered Jackie with a nod and nothing else, she said, “Do you need help with that?” and with a wink directed at me went down on the surprised man.

  Mike didn’t know what hit him. Jackie’s oral skills were exceptional, as I knew, and so following some intense sucking she took him deep into her throat, and after a few tonsil strokes he groaned and released. Dave hadn’t yet realized there was a big bulge in the front of Jackie’s panties; therefore upon hearing his friend’s orgasm he grew fully erect, probably thinking he could get the next blowjob from the hot, buxom woman.

  Won’t he be surprised, I thought? Jackie sat up and asked for the towel, daintily wiping remnants of Mike’s cum from her lips like one would use a napkin in a fine restaurant.

  “You’re all class, lovely lady,” I said to her when she handed the towel back to me.

  “The only way to be, my favorite man,” she said. “The only way.”

  “What’s your friend’s name again?” I asked as the other newcomer to our party disappeared in a tangle of female flesh.

  “That’s Angel, and she really is one,” Jackie answered. When I motioned to my dick, she nodded. Angel was a t-girl too. She turned her attention to Dave and Mike at the same time Dave’s wife Linda screamed again and her voyeur husband reacted by spewing a few ropes of hot semen onto his belly. “You boys are watchers, I see,” while turning her attention to Mike and asking, “Remind me which one is your honey?” Mike pointed out Sarah to her. “She looks hot enough to fuck. Why let someone else have all the fun?”