Banging in the New Year - Swingers O Zone Bash (Bisexual Menage Romance) (Swinger's Club Book 6)

by Mia Moore

  Again, the group passed the lockers, washrooms, towel bar and the entrance to the dance area. They walked down a hall that led to a large room that had been divided up into themed play stations. There was a dungeon replete with bars for walls and manacles mounted.

  Tim stopped, and flipped a switch. “Now here’s a real swinger for you. It can be adjusted to stop at any height.” With a hum a padded swing descended, a hole in the center of the seat. “This can help you get the angle of the dangle just right!” Carrie turned around, her eyes wide and round, and looked at Josh. There was also a Love Swing hanging from another spot in the ceiling. That one had stirrups for legs.

  Tim must have noticed Carrie’s reaction because the next thing he pointed out was a Sybian machine. It sat inside a small corral, surrounded by a four foot high fence.

  “And for the ladies, our own version of the bucking bronco except it’s a fucking bronco. You Ma’am, would you like to try it out?”

  Carrie turned pink but managed to answer, “Maybe later after more wine.”

  “We have a supply of condoms that we ask you to use if you try this machine.” He then flicked a switch and the cock on the saddle began to rotate and vibrate. The floor under Josh’s feet actually rumbled when Tim turned the speed up.

  After the Sybian was another play area. Beds again at different heights lined the wall along with molded leather plush chairs, designed to make positions in the Kama Sutra possible.

  “Well folks, that’s it. There’re four hundred people here tonight and I guarantee you that you won’t have to wait for a spot to play in. Any questions?” He stood with his hands on his hips, all smiles—the perfect host.

  “Only if you’re free to join our group in here later.” Sylvia stepped towards him and ran her fingertips down his arm.

  “I’d love to but I’m on duty. If you want to stick around till I’m off…”

  “When would that be?” Sylvia’s fingers trailed down over the front of his pants to his crotch.

  “Probably five in the morning.”

  “Sorry. Too late for me. Maybe next year.” Sylvia turned and rejoined Byron who was smiling at her overt flirting.

  “Okay then. Party on!” With that Tim left the group to resume his duties at the bar.

  Chapter 7

  When they returned to their table, Carrie noticed Beth and her husband necking on the sofa behind them. Her leg was draped over his thigh allowing his hand to play with her pussy, his fingers grazing on the outside of her panties. From the angle where she was sitting Carrie couldn’t help but see the tent in his trousers. She smiled. The nap definitely had done him some good. He was stroking her harder and harder as her hips were squirming. Her eyes were glazed as she reached orgasm, gasping as Carrie watched.

  The D.J. had changed the mix to a sultry thrumming beat and Carrie ran her fingernails down Josh’s back.

  He turned and leaned over. “Feel like dirty dancing?”

  “I thought you’d never ask!” She grabbed his hand, yes, he was turned on—his hand was warm as he led her to the floor, finding an area that wasn’t too crowded.

  Many women had shed their dresses and now danced in corsets or G-strings. When Josh took her into his arms and pressed into her, guiding her over the dance floor, his thick cock pressed into her tummy. He released his grip on one side and slid his hand down her side and between her legs.

  This was heaven. The song playing was one of their favorites—Chris DeBurgh’s ‘Lady In Red’ and she closed her eyes, Josh’s fingers teasing her in time to the chorus. He pulled the elastic of her panty aside and teased the hard nub of her clit, gliding easily in her slick wetness. They’d stopped trying to dance and simply swayed in time to the music on the floor. She opened her eyes for a moment and looked around. There were other couples fondling and stroking each other in similar fashion.

  Her own hand went to the bulge in Josh’s crotch and caressed it slowly in time to the music, up and down and squeezing the head. His cock became harder still, and the front of his pants was damp with pre-cum. Brazenly, right on the dance floor, she pulled down his fly and slipped her hand inside to cup his scrotum. They felt like two small tennis balls they were so tight. Good! Whenever his balls were tight, it always promised a good load of cum when he would finally get off.

  She loved the taste and texture of his semen. Shit, who was she kidding— since they got into the Lifestyle, she learned she enjoyed men’s semen period. A small smirk pursed her lips, yes, that was true, but the come waiting in these balls were definitely her favorite flavor.

  Josh was sooo ready… he began to flex his hips when her fingers encircled his shaft and she began to stroke him. She had been stroking him to the end of the song when he covered her wrist with his hand.

  “That’s enough honey, or I’m going to blow right now,” he hissed through clenched teeth. His other hand was busy on her own crotch.

  Which was enough to put her over the edge. Her knees trembled as she had an orgasm standing up. Shit! Cumming on the dance floor on New Year’s Eve! She felt so wanton…

  “Great!” she grinned when she caught her breath, “I need to release my Inner Slutness!”

  The DJ’s voice boomed over the music, stopping Josh and Carrie.

  “Aaand now… the ball will be dropping in just fifteen minutes, so we have to play our theme song!” The opening chords to Billy Idol’s version of ‘Mony, Mony’ boomed out of the sound system.

  A cheer went up from the crowd and the dance floor filled to overflowing. Looking out to the rest of the club, Josh saw people dancing while waiting at the bar, and at their tables surrounding the floor.

  Carrie and Josh eyed each other, both looking confused, but started to dance.

  If that’s what you would call being on a dance floor with over three hundred people jumping up and down to the beat of the music. Okay, no biggie. It was a great song that had made a comeback.

  “Here she comes now sayin' Mony Mony

  Shoot 'em down turn around come on Mony”

  “HEY MOTHERFUCKER GET LAID GET FUCKED!” The entire crowd roared in unison.

  “What the hell was that?” Josh shouted to Carrie.

  She shook her head and held her hands up.

  The song continued, the crowd laughing as they danced. A few bars later in the song, the DJ muted the track in time, and the crowd bellowed its mantra again.

  Josh and Carrie burst out laughing looking at the surprise on each other’s face.

  Through the rest of the song, every few bars, the crowd would again erupt with their special chorus, all the way to the end of the number. Josh and Carrie got into it, punching the air as they shouted out the phrase.

  When the song ended, the crowd burst into applause.

  Josh and Carrie looked at each other, shaking their heads.

  “Ten minutes to midnight!” called out the DJ as they returned to their table.

  “I think this is going to be some kind of night,” said Carrie, taking Josh’s arm.”

  “It already is, baby. It already is.”

  When they returned to the table, Sylvia and Byron were chatting with a couple they had been talking to back at the hotel pre-party. The four of them were laughing and flirting to beat the band. No mystery where this was heading!

  “Josh, Carrie, meet Lanny and Cindy.” Byron said, extending his arm. The four of them shook hands.

  “Nice to meet you. You guys were dancing pretty sexy out there. I got turned on watching you!” Cindy’s eyes twinkled and leaned in to kiss Carrie’s lips. She was wearing a formal coat with tails, and a bowtie above a black and red striped corset. With her long dark legs and the top hat tilted at a jaunty angle she looked like a young version of Lilly Marlene.

  Carrie sized Cindy’s partner Lanny up. He was a head taller than Cindy and the athletic body of a full back. Or a hockey player maybe? Betcha’ he is… and Sylvia wants to get him into her penalty box! She could barely repress a giggle as her hand was lost in
his huge meat hook when they shook. He had laughing eyes above a large roman nose and the whitest teeth shone through his mustached face.

  “We’re going to go to the playroom on the dungeon side. Are you guys up for that?” asked Byron.

  “Maybe in a few minutes. It’s almost midnight Bro.” Josh’s eyes flitted to the sofa where Beth and her husband sat, their arms around each other.

  “What better way to ring in the New Year than having a six-some, man?” Byron grinned, rose to his feet and lightly play punched Josh’s shoulder.

  Tilting his head at Beth and her husband, still entwined, Josh said “I’m thinking ‘eight-some’, Bro.”

  “Ahh! Well done, young Jedi!” sparkled Byron. “Bring ‘em over too! Sylvia and I want to be naked and fucking when the ball drops, though.” He looked at Carrie and Josh. “You guys okay with that?”

  Carrie waved him off. “No problem guys, come on! Have fun and we’ll catch up.”

  “Great. See you over there.”

  Carrie took her seat and watched the four people leave. It was obvious that Josh was interested in including Beth and her husband in their playing which was fine with her. She glanced over at them and smiled trying to catch their attention. But it wasn’t necessary. Beth had gotten up and was almost at their table, followed closely by her younger partner.

  “Hey, mind if we join you guys?” Beth slid onto the empty chair next to Carrie and flashed a smile.

  Her husband Ben stood next to her his arm casually draped over her bare shoulder.

  “We were hoping you would.” Carrie’s eyes roamed over the low cut neckline of Beth’s dress to her full hips. She could feel eyes appraising her and turned slightly to see Ben checking her out.

  “It’s the countdown to the New Year! Ten, nine, eight…” The DJ announced while the music faded.

  Carrie stood up and put her arms around Josh’s neck. “I love you. And it’s okay by me to play with Beth and Ben.” She saw his eyes light up as he grinned at her. He pulled her close and kissed her deeply, their tongues doing the tango of love when 2014 rolled in.

  The room was filled with confetti, blown from who knows where, floating down over them like butterflies as they pulled away, gazed at each other and kissed deeply again. Byron had a point that swinging with another couple was a great way to bring the New Year in with a bang, but kissing the man that she adored when it happened, was the best.

  When she pulled away, Beth’s hands were on her shoulders while she leaned in to kiss Carrie’s lips softly. Next, Ben was in front of her and his kiss wasn’t so soft. In fact it was downright passionate. These guys were ready to play, that was for sure.

  “Now I just want you guys to know something,” said Beth. She looked between Carrie and Josh with her eyes steady.

  “What’s up?” said Josh.

  “Well… it’s this…” Beth glanced over to Ben, who nodded silently, urging her on. She turned her head and looked at the dance floor for a moment. It was filled with people dancing in the New Year.

  Beth’s fingers were knotted. Oh man… she looked nervous!

  “What’s the problem, Beth?” Carrie placed her hand on top of Beth’s. “Look, if you’re having second thoughts, then no harm, no foul, okay? We’d love to play with you, but if you’re not ready, that’s fine. If it’s not fun, why bother?” She tried to smile as sweetly as she could.

  “No, it’s not that,” Beth shook her head. “Not at all.” She looked over to Ben, who remained silent. “We’ve been talking all night, since I met you guys back at the hotel. Talking about playing with you.” She turned to Josh. “You really, really turn me on!”

  “Well… thanks!” Josh shot back a cheese grin.

  “You have good taste in men, Beth,” said Carrie, turning from Josh to check out Ben again. He was at least ten years younger than Beth, and slender to the point of lithe. She was going to fuck David Bowie if all went well. His contrasting eye color was amazing, and he had the same shaped mouth. Ben smiled back.

  “Go on, honey,” he said. “You wanted to do the talking on this.”

  What was this all about, anyway?

  “Okay… it’s this. Ben and I have been coming to the O-Zone for four years now. This is our fourth New Year’s Eve here, and we live in the area, so we come here about every so often for a night out.”

  “I don’t blame you,” said Josh. “It’s a dynamite place.”

  Beth nodded. “It sure is. Ben and I come here, dance, get all turned on, and fuck like bunnies in the back. Then we watch other couples go at it, get turned on again, and fuck like minks!” she grinned when she said that.

  “Ohh-kaay…” said Carrie. “And the problem is…” her eyebrows were raised, urging Beth on.

  Beth sucked in her breath. “Okay, cards on the table. We’ve been coming to a Swinger’s Club for four years, and have had a great time. But…” she gazed between Josh and Carrie. “We’ve never had sex with other people!”

  Carrie’s jaw dropped open. Her mouth shut and then opened again, but she had nothing to say.

  “But you think you’re ready now,” said Josh.

  Beth nodded. He turned to Ben who nodded vigorously. Looking at them, Carrie realized the two men could have been roommates at University.

  “And… you’d like your first time playing to be with us.”

  They nodded again.

  Carrie took Beth’s hand. “That’s sweet, Beth! I promise to not be gentle!” Beth laughed.

  “Hang on a second,” said Josh, “I got a question for you guys. How much’ve you been drinking?”

  “We got a nice buzz, but we’re not hammered, if that’s what you mean,” said Ben. “Why?”

  “Look man,” Josh put his arm around Ben’s shoulder. “We’re flattered as hell, but I had to ask, okay? The last fucking thing I want is for you guys to wake up tomorrow with regrets, you know what I mean?” He gestured to the dance floor. “Carrie and I are full swap swingers with our friends, yeah. We’ve been to a few clubs as well as a bunch of house parties. We got into it pretty quickly, because that’s what we wanted. But…” Again he waved at the dance floor, and at the people at the tables and couches surrounding it, and the bar at the opposite end of the club. “But, I’ll bet you dollar to a donut…”

  “Or a Timbit,” Ben said with a smile.

  “What’s a Timbit?”

  “Skip it. Tell ya later. Sorry man, go on.”

  Josh shook his head. “I think we just had a culture clash for a sec.” He grinned. “Anyway! What I’m trying to say is that I’ll bet that half the people that come out to clubs like the O-Zone don’t play with others. Shit man, they call it a ‘Couples Club’ for a reason, you know.”

  “We’ve been asked,” said Beth. “By some really nice people over the times we came here. But we were never ready until tonight.”

  “Ready between the both of you, you mean, right?” said Josh.

  Beth nodded.

  “Who had the jealousy issues, Beth?” Josh asked as softly as the music playing in the club would allow.

  Wordlessly, Beth pointed to her chest with a wan smile and nodded.

  “What happened that changed it? This is important…”

  “It was the way you looked at me back at the hotel…” she said. “There was no question that I turned you on.” Her eyes grew wide and she leaned into Carrie. “I hope that doesn’t offend you!”

  “Silly! Not at all!”

  “Look, I’m not going to toss numbers around, but let’s just say that I lost my virginity looonnng before Ben did, okay? And we’ve only been married for four years…”

  “But a couple for eight, honey,” chimed in Ben. He looked to Josh, then Carrie. “She’s always been worried I’m going to have my head turned by a younger woman.” He shook his head smiling. “For a PhD in philosophy, she can be sooo dumb sometimes!”

  “Turn me on? You’re stunning, Beth,” said Josh.

  “I really felt that. You really find me
hot.” Josh nodded silently.

  “Me too, hon,” said Carrie.

  Beth blushed and stared at the tabletop for a moment. She lifted her head. “Uhh… so now what do we do?”

  “Well,” said Josh, “You guys obviously have given this some thought.”

  “All afternoon and tonight, man.” Said Ben. “I masturbated her earlier just over there,” he tilted his head back at the couch they had been seated on. “And when I was doing her, I was whispering to her how bad you want to fuck her like an animal. She was watching your back and came like three times.” He inhaled. “It was so fucking cool!”

  “Well, you’ve thought about it, discussed it between yourselves, and you’re not drunk.” Josh put his hand on the back of each woman seated at the table. “We just need a unanimous vote here then. I’m excited, and I’d love to play with you guys. Carrie?”

  “With one addendum,” said Carrie with a sly smile.

  “What’s that?”

  “I get to kiss her first!” She leaned over and took Beth’s face in her hands. The two women gazed into each other’s eyes as Carrie licked her own lips with a slow, deliberate, lascivious tongue.

  “You okay with this, Beth?”

  Eyes wide, she said “I haven’t kissed a girl since college! But yes!”

  “Ready or not…” Carrie leaned in and kissed Beth on the lips, holding her mouth there.

  Beth closed her eyes as soon as their mouths touched and Josh could see her jaw open a little. He knew what Carrie was doing now. Their tongues entwined, Carrie’s entering Beth’s mouth softly at first, and as the kiss continued, Beth’s mouth began to flex as she brought her hands up behind Carrie’s head, pulling her in tighter.

  “Whoaaa dude…” said Ben quietly. “This is hot!

  Carrie’s hands moved from Beth’s face down to her side, stroking her torso from her waist to her breasts, slowly. She stroked with increasing pressure and brought her hands down to Beth’s hips, gliding over them to her thighs.