chapter stories / Erotic / Erotica

Dear Diary – Night at the Swingers Club – Part 3

Dear Diary,

School was a trip! We are prepping for our mid-terms and it has been a crazy day. I needed to finish writing what happened this weekend before I forget all of the tasty little details.

When I stopped writing earlier, I had gotten to the part in the evening with the glory hole and my new “friend” who decided to help my boyfriend and I out. The crazy part is, that wasn’t the crazy part of the night! Nope, uh-uh, no way. That was to come later and it was something else!!!

The club had a BDSM room, 2 if I am going to be precise. The upstairs room had chains suspended from the ceiling and as soon as I saw those I knew I had to play.

I went downstairs to our hostess and politely requested the handcuffs. After all, what self-serving, proper young woman wouldn’t need a pair right? (wink wink) Luckily they had some in my favorite color, hot pink, and that is when the fun really began.

I went back upstairs and handed them to my boyfriend. He knew the drill and did not disappoint. He bound each wrist in a cuff then suspended my arms in the air. He attached each wrist to a chain, practically leaving me on my tippy toes. He then got on his knees and wrapped my thighs around his head, standing in the process, which lifted me completely off the ground. There I was, all 100 pounds of me, wrap dress lifted up above my waist, knee high leather boots, legs wrapped around his face as he ate me out like a starving man in a buffet. I used my arms to hold myself up and relieve the pressure on my wrists (which btw I might add are still bruised!) My orgasm (#3 if I am counting correct) was intense and I found my thighs shaking from it.

Right next to us, were several people who stood and watched the “show” as it were. Soon after lots of folks were getting into the action all over the place! My beautiful new friend was fucked with a strap on by “Cubbie” girl (an amazingly hot site that made me want to by a strap on of my own), another couple showed off their submission and domination skills. The husband repeatedly slapping her ass till it was sore, pink and raw. I had to fight the urge to kiss her sweet bottom and rub lotion on it to make her feel better.

Finally, as the night was winding down, I decided I couldn’t resist the temptation any longer and had to get in that glorious sex swing that had been beckoning to me all night. It sat, suspended from the ceiling in the middle of a large playroom, that was complete with couches, and an oversized bed. Most of the couples had gravitated towards this area as the night went on so we were no exception.

I climbed in and removed my towel. Handed the cuffs to my boyfriend and had him strap my arms over my head. He took my scarf and blindfolded me and placed my legs in the stirrups. I sat there, naked, vulnerable, tied down and unable to see and more turned on that I had been all evening.

He began to kiss me, then fondle my body, eventually inviting our friends husband to join in on the fun. Hands were touching me everywhere. Mouths on my skin and on my tongue. It was sensory overload in the most amazing of ways. I felt drugged, high, completely in lust.

After a short time on the swing, my boyfriend allowed our friends husband to take over, and he kissed me passionately, which I thoroughly enjoyed. A strangers kiss is different from the person you love and it was quite the experience to taste them both. My blindfold fell off and that is when I saw our friends wife in the bed, fucking the bartender while my boyfriend was touching her and kissing her. I knew I wanted in on the excitement and removed myself from the swing, joining them on the bed. I kissed her lips, so soft and different from the men, while feeling her breasts. Her skin was like cotton, smooth and cool to the touch.

I don’t have much experience with women but I found that I liked touching her and running my fingers down her curves. At one point there were 4 of us, touching, sucking, fucking on an over-sized bed…Mr. Roger’s neighborhood this wasn’t!

By the time our rendezvous on the bed ended we were all exhausted and decided to call it a night. Oh my God, diary, what a fucking night! It is something I will never forget and something I will replay over and over again, especially when I am naked, alone and getting off.

As a matter of fact, all of this reliving my night through these entries has me really hot and bothered. Talk to you soon diary, I have some exploring of my own to do with these fingers and it has nothing to do with a keyboard!

Love — Sam

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