Our Deflowering
A Swingers Erotic Story Posted by mxedcplinmd on LoveVoodoo.com



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Chapter 1: The night was young

As we strode away from my car towards the front door of the club, I remember feeling a little overdressed as I observed other patrons approaching who were more casually clad. LoJak had commented that he hoped we weren’t the only well-dressed couple there, and I murmured my agreement as I snuggled closer to him. I loved the feel of his body next to mine, and hearing the sexy click-click-click of my heels on the pavement. Despite my initial concern, I looked AND felt sexy and confident that evening. For the first time since who knows when, I was wearing a dress, a very pretty, form-fitting one at that, and although my heels were short, they were fun and flirty and lit up with multicolored lights with each step I took. I was dressed perfectly to match my personality…..very sensually, but with a fun and flirty side too.

Of course, it didn’t hurt that my date looked exceptional this evening as well – I had picked him up straight from work, and even though he is handsome enough to look great in anything, he has a way of making a simple pair of slacks and a button up shirt look like expensive couture. Knowing that we both looked and felt great helped to ease some of my pretenses about the evening…..we were a fairly new couple, only having been together a couple of months, and we were both going to Tabu (and trying the “swinger” lifestyle) for the very first time. Neither of us were sure exactly what our boundaries were or what we could expect that evening, but both of us were open-minded and adventurous enough to agree that we wanted to at least give it a try, and if even just one of us wasn’t comfortable, we could always leave.

We entered the outer front doors, paid our fees and turned in our coats, but then LoJak had to run back to my car to grab something. I passed through the inner entrance to the bar nervously, a bottle of Martini & Rossi Asti in each hand, and silently did a sweep of the room. Before I could come to any definite conclusions, I was suddenly greeted by an older woman who had been standing near the entrance with a man about her age. She introduced herself and her partner as our sponsors, and told me that she would be giving us a tour of the club and tell us the ground rules. I smiled politely, somewhat relieved that we wouldn’t have to wander the club aimlessly by ourselves, and replied that I just needed to wait for my boyfriend to come in. He arrived a few moments later with my chocolatini mix, and I greeted him with a warm smile and a kiss. [Damn that man is sexy!]

The lady and her partner proceeded to show us the entire club and told us all of the pertinent information for each area. I remember commenting on a few of the VIP suites in the basement floor…..the elevated bed and the motorized round bed looked exciting! At the very least I wanted to make love in one of those rooms, even if that was as far as things went. LoJak smiled his agreement and gave my side an affectionate squeeze as we moved along. When our tour was finished, we ended up back at the bar, ready to get our drinks and wander off on our own. We both started off with a cup of Asti, both of us looking around and taking everything in. We shared a few caresses and giggles at the bar for a brief moment, then made our way into the club area where the dance floor, cage, poles, and lounge areas were. Being a clubbing type of girl, I wasn’t used to a dance floor being so small, nor as empty as it was at the time….but I did like the intimacy of the lounge area and the creativity of the cage and poles. Maybe it was just the Asti beginning to seep into my bloodstream, but I was slowly starting to feel better about this place.

We picked a set of barstools with a small table on the outskirts of the dance floor, and as we sipped our drinks we began to sway to the music and let ourselves go. I was happy to finally be able to do something that I enjoy very much – dancing at a club – with someone whom I wanted to be there with, rather than some random guy who just happened to be there. [For a “white girl” I’m actually a pretty good dancer, but I find that I do need at least a few sips of alcohol and the right music before I can loosen up enough to showcase my talent. To be honest, my prowess on the dance floor happens to be one of my vanities, and being that I primarily date black men, I pride myself in my ability to impress them in that sense.] I was pleased to see that LoJak was beginning to enjoy himself as well, and I was impressed myself at his fancy footwork. I loved to watch the expressions on his face change as he got into the music and the dancing. Although I could already tell from day 1 that we had great chemistry, I was happy to see that we had one more thing in common. We paused now and then to rest, sip our drinks and comment to each other on our surroundings. Apparently, we had chosen a less popular night to go, as the pickings were slim and out of the small crowd, we saw very few people whom we would call “attractive.” It was looking like tonight would not be the night for our first swap experience.

After who knows how long of more dancing, drinking, talking, and the occasional passionate kiss and playful caress, LoJak took my hand and led me downstairs. Pleasantly buzzed by both the Asti and our bumping and grinding, I made no effort to stop him or protest….I simply grinned and continued to sip my drink. After carefully negotiating the stairs in my heels, I followed him into the hallway as he searched for a vacant room. Upon finding one, he pulled me close and murmured his desire to eat my pussy right there in the room. Despite the alcohol, I felt a chill run down my spine at the boldness of the idea…..even though we could close the blinds to curious eyes, the thought of having sex in a strange place next to rooms full of other people having sex – and on a well-used bed none the less – was strangely exciting.

After letting the lady at the desk know that we were using the room, he returned and closed the door, and after stepping out of my heels, I helped him close the blinds. I could feel my pulse and my breathing gathering speed as we finished with the blinds and turned to one another. I smiled nervously as he pulled me close once again and kissed me deeply, meanwhile turning our bodies so that he could lay me down on the bed. We continued to kiss passionately as he reached under the skirt of my dress and pulled my thong panties off. Then, without further ado, he lowered his head and set to work on my pussy. The sensation of his warm, wet mouth on my nether region was delightful, and as I always do, I laid my head back, closed my eyes, and vocalized my enjoyment with alternating gasps and moans. Unfortunately for me, I had drank enough Asti to somewhat numb my clitoris and therefore prevent myself from climaxing, but for his purposes it had worked out perfectly. I still enjoyed the sensation very much indeed!

LoJak planted his hands on the back of my thighs and pushed my hips up toward my face to gain better access to not only my juicy pussy, but my anus as well. [That’s more his thing than mine, I could do with or without the anal licking any day of the week….but it’s a turn on for me to see him turned on, so I just go with it.] Suddenly he stopped and helped me flip over so that I was crouched on all fours on the bed. He flipped the skirt of my dress up quickly onto my back and, spreading my butt cheeks wide, continued to explore my crack and anus with his tongue, pausing now and then to express his enjoyment of the activity. I remember opening my eyes a few times and wondering what the audience would think of this if they were watching. Would they be turned on or repulsed? Hmmmm. A strange thought I suppose when you’re getting your ass licked!

Eventually LoJak stopped and, with that irresistible Ralph Lauren grin of his, informed me that this was only a taste of what’s to come…..that it was his intention to tease me, not completely please me. I laughed as I put myself back together and then made a bee-line for the ladies’ room. After relieving myself and washing my hands, I gave myself a once-over in the mirror…..then laughed out loud as I realized I had a huge wet slobber stain on the ass of my dress! Apparently I hadn’t moved my dress out of the way before my boyfriend had eaten me out. I informed him of this fact and showed him the stain when I came out, and for the next 30 minutes we walked around with his hand on my ass to cover the stain. What a conversation topic that will make someday!

We returned to the top floor, refilled our drinks, and this time we picked a comfy couch next to the dance floor to just lounge on and relax for awhile. LoJak lounged on one end while I stretched out across the couch and crossed my legs on top of his, resting my upper body on the other end. We grinned mischievously at each other, and he slowly rubbed my legs with his warm, strong hands, occasionally running one all the way up my inner thigh to play with my pussy. After a few minutes I had him remove my thigh-high stockings, and it felt wonderful to let my bare legs rest on top of his lap and feel his warm hands running up and down their length. I closed my eyes in pure indulgence for a few moments. This evening had definitely taken a turn for the better.

At some point we decided to get up and dance again. We were entertained during our dancing by several large ladies doing their dance thing on the floor near us, and also by what appeared to be a 40 year old stripper working one of the poles and earning tips from the large ladies. I remember the last dance song of the night was Beyonce’s “Get me Bodied,” one of my favorite bump-n-grind tunes. I took full advantage of every opportunity to touch and tease and grind on my boyfriend, now and then grasping the fabric of his pants to pull him tighter against me as I wound my hips seductively against his crotch. I smiled to myself, quite pleased indeed.

When the song was over, we moved back into the bar area, and lounged against each other as we sipped our drinks. In between our flirtatious bantering, I noticed a young white, brunette couple lounging against each other directly across from us – the girl’s back was to us and I could see she was dressed somewhat like a schoolgirl, with a short pleated skirt on and cute little black shoes. [According to what they and LoJak told me later, they had actually been watching us for a long time, and when we finally ended up across from them, the men were exchanging loaded glances.] Suddenly, without warning, LoJak reached down and lifted my dress up to reveal my neatly groomed crotch. I squealed and pushed my dress back down, then turned around and punched him playfully on the shoulder. [I was later told that the other guy had flashed his GF’s ass at my boyfriend, so I guess he was just returning the favor! ]

Somehow we ended up back downstairs, but this time we meandered into the group room. There were already 2 other couples in the room, both sitting and talking and not really doing anything, and at first I thought we were just there to look. Apparently, my boyfriend had other ideas, because the next thing I knew we were kissing, and then I was lying on a bed again – this time I made sure my dress was out of the way! – and then his face was between my legs. I laid back and closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on the sensation of his hot, wet mouth and tongue on my clit….rather than the fact that we were in a public room where anyone can walk in and out at any time. [The alcohol definitely helped kill the fear, but the awareness was still there.]

At some point, the young couple from the bar had come in and, inspired by us, the man began to orally pleasure his girlfriend as well. Then they stopped and stood up to watch us, and suddenly LoJak stopped and invited them to continue right next to us on the bed we were using. The girl slowly laid down next to me as her man kneeled between her legs, and when our eyes met, I could see the desire in hers. Although my clit was mostly numb, my mind was not, and knowing that this pretty girl lying here next to me was experiencing the same pleasure that I always enjoy so much, was a huge mental turn on. We exchanged shy smiles, and I gently reached for her hand and intertwined my fingers with hers. I remember saying hi and asking her if she was okay…..somehow, between her sighs and moans of pleasure, she managed to breathe her answer of yes, she was okay.

[Now this was my first time with another girl, and although I had always wanted to try it just to see if I would like it, I had always thought I would need someone who was experienced but not aggressive to break me in and show me the ropes. As it turns out, this was also this young lady’s first time, and I ended up being the more aggressive one in that I was the first to touch and kiss her. But being a female myself and knowing that I don’t like certain parts of my body to be treated roughly, I was always gentle and I would keep asking her if she was okay and if what I was doing felt good or not.]

I don’t know how long we continued this foreplay….I do know that at some point the men switched so that my man was pleasuring her, and hers was pleasuring me. She and I were so engrossed in each other that if it weren’t for the fact that her man’s pussy-eating technique was different than LoJak’s, I probably wouldn’t have noticed at all. Eventually we stopped and decided that we needed more privacy, as we had attracted quite a crowd. First we found the vacant room that LoJak and I had used earlier, but after some discussion LoJak and I decided to invite the couple to our hotel room instead.

To Be Continued……