She only wished she could find a brassiere that fit.
Some might call it a sickness…
“It looks like the place is packed,” Judy’s husband, Ray, said as he put his blue nylon wallet back into his pocket.
The couple was dressed in their best clothing—Judy in her sexiest dress and heels and Ray in his polyester blend casual wear from the Sears Men’s Store. He had even slicked back his hair, achieving the rarely obtained perfect comb-over. Since this was one of the only times his bald pate was completely covered, he had made sure to liberally apply the hairspray before it had fallen. Preservation was the key in a hairdo like his. Judy had gone to the hair dresser earlier that day so she was as equally well-coiffed. They were definitely ready to swing tonight.
“It sure is,” Judy nodded.
She was just a little nervous as they walked into the swing club which in previous incarnations had been a restaurant, a doctor’s office and a city maintenance facility among other things. Any scrimping on the décor or cleanliness was overlooked due to the fact that swingers are just happy to have a place to do their thing. Even so, the place wasn’t half bad.
On the way over in their minivan, Judy couldn’t help but rub her pussy just a little. Her mouth was watering just a little bit in anticipation of what was going to happen tonight. She had been looking forward to it all week and now that it was about to happen again, she was almost climbing the walls. She felt extremely sexy in her short, spaghetti strapped dress, sans underwear. She never wore panties to the club because she knew that she would just lose them anyway. She remembered one time at the club when a very large black woman wearing nothing but a towel had wandered around the place asking everyone she saw, “Has anybody seen my drawers?”
It had been so embarrassing. She definitely didn’t want to be like that woman so she always made a point to leave hers at home.
Money had been a little tight since Ray’s hours had been cut at the plant, but this was one expense that she had been disinclined to discard. Besides, Ray still spent money on his stupid SEC football pay-per-view, so she felt more than justified in spending money on going to the swing club. And damn it, this was something she actually needed! She was so wound up with tension most of the time that she had to get it out the best way she knew how. And the swing club just happened to be the best way for her to get unkinked. Ray could always watch whatever was on the networks if he had to. It was a whole lot harder to get gangbanged. Besides it was because of him that she was kinked up to begin with. He just really got on her nerves sometimes.
They were greeted by the staff because they were regulars. “Howdy, Judy,” the sleazy, slightly pudgy owner said to her.
She simply detested his greasy, salt and pepper ponytail. She also wasn’t very fond of his ever-present velour shirt that he always sported. Unbuttoned to the navel, of course.
He wasn’t a bad guy, and did run a good club with a good buffet, at least as far as swing clubs went, but he just got on her nerves. He was always complimenting her on how nice her tits looked or how great her ass was at the most inappropriate times. She had been flattered at first. What woman doesn’t love it when a man lusts after her? She knew she was built and loved the fact that her body made men’s dicks hard. It was just that he did it at the most awkward times. He never did it when she was turned on and just about to get down to business. He did it when it made no sense to do so. Like when she was in mid-chew of a chocolate covered strawberry.
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“Man, Judy, I just get hard thinking about that tight ass of yours. I can’t wait to fuck it tonight,” he would say.
“Mmmph,” she would answer, her mouth full.
Or he would catch her on the way out of the ladies room.
“Man, Judy, those tits of yours are making me have butterflies,” he would say and give them a little rub.
She didn’t mind his hands on her, because having men grope and touch her was her thing. It was just that she didn’t really like it when she was doing something private like using the restroom. Why couldn’t he say it when she was in the middle of a circle jerk or when she was sucking a cock? She was a lady after all.
They went to the buffet, got some finger foods and then sat down. She was too excited to eat much because she wanted to get down to business fast. She wasn’t one of these women who had to wait around until closing time to get going. She liked to get it on quick. The more the merrier. Quantity was her kink. She had a lot of ground to cover and she wasn’t one to waste time. She looked around at who was there.
“I think we’re the only couple,” Ray said, munching on a spring roll, smacking his lips and licking his fingers. He really enjoyed the buffet, especially the appetizers. It was good that they constituted the majority of the dishes served there.
She winced at how uncouth and ill-mannered he was. This kind of behavior didn’t bother her at home but when they were out and about, it really grated on her. It was probably the reason why she was so kinked up all the time.
“I think you’re right,” she answered, taking a sip of coke.
There was no drinking for her either. She didn’t need to be drunk to get going. In fact, she liked to be in complete control of her faculties. It was all about the cock to her. And that was about it. Inebriation was for the women who had to be coaxed into gangbanging. This was definitely not the case for Judy.
She looked around again to confirm what her husband had said and it was true. There were no other females yet except for the girls who worked there. It was all guys. Things were getting off to a good start, all right.
“I love single guy night,” she said and got up and walked around the room. What usually scared away most couples from the swing club was what brought her out. While Ray insisted on gorging himself on finger foods, these single guys were going to be her buffet and she was ready to dine.
Ray wolfed down the rest of his spring rolls because he knew that they were about to get started. He got up and followed her around the club. As she walked around from man to man, introducing herself and flirting, Judy was pleased with what she saw. There were black guys, white guys, young guys, old guys, country guys, city guys and just about everybody in between.
The fellows knew what was up and when Ray began to kiss her and feel her up, he told a young, white guy. “C’mon back into the group room. Tell everybody.”
He and Judy then went back to the back of the club where the sex rooms were situated. Judy couldn’t help but become more and more and turned on, if that were possible.
Judy had never been with any guys other than her husband before she had started doing this, but had always fantasized about being surrounded by good looking men who were all worshipping her and pleasuring her. However, she had never acted upon such a desire, being such a prim and proper woman. In fact, she had never even told anybody about it. And to beat that, she had almost divorced Ray when he had started bringing up the idea of swinging to her.
Sex had never been a big thing with her. It was just something you went through in order to get some sleep. In fact she had rarely orgasmed with Ray. He just wasn’t that good, she thought. His idea of sex was to climb on top of her and root around like a hog until he was finished which was usually signified by him grunting like he had finally succeeded in taking a crap. Not very sexy by anyone’s definition.
When Ray had first brought up the idea of wife-swapping, she had thought he was a pervert or was just trying to connive a way to have sex with other women. She knew him like a book and in fact she was right. This was what he was doing, but after a while of brow-beating her, she had finally consented to go to a swing club. She had hated it but had reconciled herself that she was going to have to go along if she was to remain married to him. Besides she had found the dressing up and socializing part of it at least somewhat agreeable. That was the only way she had even been able to tolerate it. She figured that it was just a phase that would pass for him. She really didn’t want to divorce him even though
the thought was somewhat appealing at times.
Eventually, he started hounding her into having sex with a woman. Again, she went through it just to get him to shut up. While it had been nice for him, it had been about as much of a turn on for her as kissing a naugahyde sofa. She just couldn’t get into anything.
Then one day while they were at a club—she had again gone just to appease Ray—she had walked by one of the group rooms and had seen a woman in there surrounded by men. It was single guy night, which she had hated because there were very few couples there and every guy there was trying to steamroll her into having sex. In the room the men were groping the woman, fucking her and she was sucking them. It was a gangbang. There had to be at least five of them on her and she was loving every minute. Judy couldn’t help but watch and the woman didn’t seem to mind. For the first time, Judy had found herself getting extremely turned on and couldn’t help but start masturbating while she watched. The sight of the woman getting fucked by all those guys was connecting with something primal in her. This was the first time that this swinger lifestyle had done anything remotely that was a hit with her. And this time it was a homerun. She had previously thought before that swinging was overrated and there wasn’t anything to it. Now, she was rethinking it.
After a few minutes of watching the gangbang she had left the room, found Ray and fucked him right there at the club. He was happy but puzzled because she didn’t tell him what she had seen. Oddly enough, that was the first time she had really enjoyed sex. Even though it was with Ray.
They soon left the club, but over the next week, she couldn’t get the gangbang out of her mind. Her mouth watered at the thought of it and she couldn’t help but masturbate constantly. For the first time in her marriage, she couldn’t wait to get out of her Sedgefields and into something slinky. More slutty. She knew that she had to go back to the club. Ray was surprised when she said that they were going the next weekend and he was even more surprised when she allowed herself to be gangbanged by six guys. When she orgasmed for the fifth time, she knew that this was it. She was home.
It was at this time that she realized that she loved gangbanging and understood now just what she had been missing from swinging. She had been expecting the champagne and designer lingerie she had seen on the salacious stories about swingers that were always featured on the news magazines. In reality, she had always ended up with the Miller Lite and polyester panties instead. But now she understood. She had been looking for atmosphere, but she had been missing the point. Some girls loved other girls, some girls loved strange, but she loved volume. She loved fucking a mass of guys.
And that’s how it had been. While Ray had originally been the person who had wanted to go to the swing club, now it was Judy. He had reluctantly taken a back seat while she screwed. And she did it a lot. She had gotten to the point that she couldn’t live without it and every so often, she simply had to get her dose of cum. She loved being fucked and it was something that she could now not live without. And now that she was finally getting satisfied sexually, she was a much happier person so her marriage was much more stable. She could definitely tolerate Ray more than she had previously. Having sex with lots of other men made sex with him something she could get through much more easily. He wasn’t any better at it, but the idea that there were options other than him made it almost enjoyable.
Ray was into this new lifestyle as well. Or at least he acted like he was. He even helped her set up her gangbangs and acted as security for her to keep any men from getting out of control. While he had originally fantasized about him and Judy having threesomes with other girls, he had been forced to reconcile himself to the fact that this wasn’t going to happen that often. If at all. It hadn’t yet anyway. Swinging had been his idea after all and he would have to live with the way things were and hope that maybe he would eventually get a shot to do the stuff that he wanted to do. He just hadn’t counted on this—a wife that was addicted to cock.
The fact of the matter was that he really didn’t have a choice because she had told him that this was how it was going to be regardless if he liked it or not. Besides it was easier for her to do her thing, he had found. A woman who liked to get gangbanged was a hell of a lot more popular than a guy who wanted to screw other men’s wives. At least that was his personal experience anyway. Why fight it? It was still a turn on after all.
After Ray had told the young guy to tell everybody to go to the group room, he and Judy had gone there immediately. It was a large space in the back of the swing club that smelled strongly of body odor and consisted of some large mats and a couple of couches and was mercifully dim so that any bad housekeeping was hard to notice. Once they were in it, Judy and Ray started kissing. She ran her fingers though his comb-over. She couldn’t but cringe as she felt the spray.
“Careful with the hair, Judy,” Ray said. “It took me a long time to get it like this.”
Judy took a deep breath and tried to get the feeling of his sprayed hair out of her mind. She eagerly looked over his shoulder and soon was rewarded when the guys started filtering into the room. Ray moved around behind her and she gestured for them to come over. They stood back timidly at first. Ray started feeling her up, rubbing her breasts and moving his hands up and down her body.
“C’mon over guys and get a feel. She likes it.”
This was how they usually started. They went in stages. First, Judy liked to get groped and felt up to orgasm. This would make her so horny that she would screw a doorknob. Next she would fuck them all. After that she would suck them to orgasm and let them blast her all over her face and body. This is how they always did it and it never got old for her. She had tried sucking them before fucking them early on in her gangbanging career, but had been disappointed because so many of the men had shot their wads, the number that could screw her had been significantly diminished. She hadn’t made that mistake again.
The men came over and started. There had to be at least ten of them tonight. Judy didn’t even look at their faces because she didn’t care what they looked like. She was just into the sensation. White hands and black hands and brown hands were all over her, rubbing and groping her.
Ray listened for and heard the sound of unzipping and was compelled to tell the men as he usually did, “There’s no sex yet. You can stroke it, but nothing more than feeling up now.”
He almost had a script at this point. He had to keep the eager beavers at bay otherwise Judy would really let him have it when they got home. Of course the regulars never had to be told to keep it in their pants this early on. They knew what was going to happen tonight. They knew that they would get their turn. In fact, it was probably why they came. Judy was quite well-known for her proclivities in the local swinging community and was considered a guaranteed fuck.
The groping continued after Ray’s announcement. Numerous hands were on her pussy and on her tits, rubbing and getting a feel however they could. They even reached around her and rubbed her ass. She moaned and felt the orgasm come up. Her dress by this time was up around her stomach and the top of it was down past her breasts. Ray held her up against the press of flesh and Judy could feel his erection behind her. Men were kissing her on the neck and mouth and she was being overwhelmed with sensation. She could see the owner of the club there too, getting a feel but she didn’t mind. She also saw that a couple of women she knew were standing at the door with their husbands and masturbating themselves under their short dresses while they watched her being groped. They had just come into the club. Pheromones were running wild and the smell of sex was strong in the room. The smell of armpits and feet was also quite potent but that was par for the course of such establishment.
This went on for a little while, until Judy had had another couple of orgasms.
“I’m ready for a break,” she whispered to Ray.
At that he said loudly, “Okay, everybody off.”
He had to say it a couple of more times before it filtered through the men’s lust. A couple of
minutes later, the men started backing off. The ones that had done this before helped dissipate the crowd and eventually all the men had left.
Judy reached around and kissed Ray squarely on the mouth. The other women walked over to her while she smoothed her dress back down.
“That was almost too much!” one of them wearing a black miniskirt said to her.
“Yeah, I came just from watching it,” the other one said. She was wearing a short, tight red dress and stripper heels. “I wish I had the guts to do something like that.”
Judy smiled proudly. It always made her feel good when someone was impressed by her sexual appetite. “I’m glad you liked the show. I hope you’re going to stick around for the second act.”
“I wouldn’t miss it for anything,” the first one said. At that the three women went to the buffet. Ray stayed around and talked to the women’s husbands about football.
Judy munched on some chicken wings and diet coke while she let her lust build again. She didn’t have much of an appetite so she chewed the chicken absentmindedly. She was still turned on and knew that it wouldn’t be long before she would be climbing the walls again. Pretty soon she was ready and looking around for Ray who was helping himself to the buffet again. A few minutes later, he joined her.
“More spring rolls?” she said a little irritated as he began stuffing her face.
“Mmmph…” he said licking his fingers, completely unaware of her sarcasm.
Judy was even more irritated with him than usual because he was distracting her from thinking about what was going to happen to. She needed to be fucked now and his stomach was the only thing standing in her way.
“How long is it going to take you to eat those damn things?” she snapped.
Ray looked up and hurriedly finished eating the spring rolls.
The woman who was wearing the red dress started laughing, “I think she’s ready! Look at her! She’s so horny! There’s no telling what she’ll do if you get between her and a dick!”
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