Introduction
This is the fourth installment of a series of stories about a weekend swingers’ club in an unnamed city of about 45,000. Its name is Swap Meet and it had been in existence since 1997. In 2015, it is experiencing a renaissance of sorts after it liberalized its formerly strict rules for membership. Previously, it only accepted couples as members. However, when the number of members dipped to dangerously low levels in recent years, individual memberships were made available as a way to boost membership. Two local newspaper stories about Swap Meet early in 2015 generated renewed interest in the establishment—and the membership total rebounded to what it had been during its heyday in the late 1990s.
The central character in the stories is Arnie Madison, a 51-year-old bachelor. He was easily talked into joining Swap Meet by his neighbors, the McCords, who have been members of the club since Day One. In the space of six months, Arnie has become an enthusiastic attendee, who often has trysts, one on Saturdays and one on Sundays, with two regular female patrons.
As in the first three installments, Arnie serves as the first-person narrator of this story.
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It was now December 2015. I had been a satisfied, full-fledged member of Swap Meet for eight months. Although I regularly appeared at the swingers’ club every Friday, Saturday and Sunday with few exceptions, it was only on the latter two days when I had a regular sex partner for my horizontal fun. On Fridays, I just appeared at Swap Meet and accepted whatever female options the fates provided me. I discovered that the mystery of not knowing whom your sex partner will be was a delightful turn-on. I was seldom disappointed with any of the female attendees who filled my Fridays.
Occasionally, a newcomer (either an individual female or someone who attended Swap Meet as one half of a couple) would arrive. Because I was easy to get along with, many of the new women were instructed by Bernard as the front desk to seek me out for a romp on one of the cushy mats that covered the club’s “playing area.” It was a truly great compliment to me. Of course, I was happy to oblige. One example of this occurring was an exotic woman who showed up at the club with her husband in the week between Christmas and New Year’s Day 2015. They were both new members who were making their first appearance at Swap Meet. As usual, I was present, too.
On that Friday, I overheard the husband say to Roland, our diligent gatekeeper, that they had just acquired a new couple's membership—he happily displayed their new cards as proof—and it was their first time visiting Swap Meet. Roland quickly scanned the amendments to the list of club members, saw their names, and granted them entry. Judging by the expression on his face, the male seemed thrilled to be at Swap Meet while his wife was a little bit subdued about it all.
I had arrived about two minutes earlier at the club, but I was dawdling. I was not in any particular hurry to get undressed and head for the showers yet. While I was lingering about, the two newcomers got the basic tour of the place from Roland that all first-timers to Swap Meet always received. Then the couple was told to head to the unisex changeroom and shower room to prepare for what Roland described as "an afternoon of intimate and naughty fun with likeminded people."
After seeing the woman at a distance, who appeared to be in her mid-twenties, I made sure I delayed disrobing in the changeroom until she and her husband were going to take their clothes off, too. I could not care less about the male, but she was quite a stunning example of femininity! Standing about 5'4", she had an appealing face and a terrific figure. Typical of people from the Indian subcontinent, she had straight black hair. Hers shimmered from the bright, overhead lights the club had in every room. The man began to disrobe, but his wife was obviously shy about engaging in the same necessary process. I concluded that getting naked in front of a male stranger—me—was likely a first for her.
Her husband addressed her as Sophia and admonished her not to be so bashful at a swingers’ club. From the far corner of the changeroom, I helpfully added, "You'll get used to it. After a while you won't even think it's unusual at all. Nudity is the norm here." She said nothing. Instead, she smiled sweetly at me and quietly complied. I openly stared at her as she removed her brassiere and panties. Sophia was indeed a natural beauty with her clothes removed. The three of us then proceeded to the showers with me eying the gorgeous Sophia every step of the way.
I showed them how to operate the faucets to get different levels of water pressure and hot water. I couldn't help but get slightly aroused by the sight of Sophia showering. Her desirable, curvy body had that wonderful and positive effect on me. After toweling ourselves off, we all made our way to the “playing area” where the husband, whose name was Steven, quickly paired up with one of Swap Meet's Friday afternoon regular females: Gloria Cassidy. She was 53 years old but could pass for 43. It was well-known among the club's members that she loved any type of foreign-looking male. Accordingly, Gloria was quite anxious to be fucked by Steven and led the way to one of the room’s floor mats for that very purpose.
I was about to speak to Sophia, who was now standing near to me alone, but she beat me to the punch. "Are you Arnie Madison? If so, I was told to seek you out by the nice man at the front desk. Roland is his name, right? I understand you often break in the female newcomers here and you are regarded as a gentleman."
I was never so happy to be Arnie Madison in all my life! I quickly confirmed that I was indeed the man Roland advised her to look for. (I later thanked him immensely!) I politely shook Sophia’s right hand. She proceeded to tell me a few things I already suspected: She confirmed her first name was Sophia and, as our newest member, this was her first time coming to Swap Meet. It was largely her husband's idea to join the club—and she had never had sex with any male other than him during her entire life. Therefore, this forthcoming experience was going to be a totally new one to her.
I found it all to be wonderfully arousing. Being a typical healthy male standing near a sexy, young, nude woman, my penis began to rise slowly but steadily as we chatted. Sophia had to notice its ascension, but she said nothing about it. I finally declared, "As it is your first time here at Swap Meet, it would be an honor to make love to a sexually desirable woman such as you. I think you are exquisite, Sophia. I truly do." I offered her my hand. She took it as a signal of acceptance. I was thrilled, of course. I took the initiative to walk her to a vacant mat far from where her husband was already busily fucking the lusty Gloria Cassidy and thoroughly enjoying it.
Like just about every newcomer to Swap Meet, Sophia was waiting for the veteran member—that would be me—to make the first move in our coital romp. For a second or two, we sat on the mat just inches apart. Then I slowly wrapped my arms around her to embrace her lovingly. She enthusiastically returned the gesture with an equally affectionate hug.
Next, I began rapidly planting kisses on her cheeks and forehead before moving them to her thin lips. Sophia was quite a good kisser, one of the best I had encountered so far at Swap Meet! As we kissed, I used my right hand to fondle her left breast. Within seconds her nipple was firm. That was a good sign that she liked the way I operated. With my left hand, I began tugging on my penis to ensure it was as hard as it could be for the upcoming fuck. Sophia, the supposedly shy newcomer, surprised me by saying, "Hey, Arnie, please allow me to do that for you. It will be my pleasure to stimulate and pleasure you down there." That phrase was very misleading. Of course it was mostly my pleasure! I quickly removed my hand and presented my penis for her to arouse.
Sophia had a gentle, sexy, wonderful way of touching a man's sexual organ. She had obviously pleased her husband this way dozens of times during their marriage. He was definitely a lucky guy! While Sophia was working her magic on my receptive rod, I now cupped both her tits with my hands and did my best to gently caress them in return. Those treasures of hers truly felt great in my grasp. After about 30 seconds, I capitulated to my carnal desire: I buried my face in between them and sucked lustily on her nipples!
"Steven enjoys my boobs, too," Sophia informed me. “He likes sucking on them too—and I like when he does it.” That tidbit of personal info did not surprise me in the least. Sophia's breasts were utterly magnificent. No normal male could possibly disagree with that assessment.
Sophia’s handiwork had gotten me completely hard--which was not a difficult achievement considering her beauty and her deft treatment of my scrotum. For the moment, I decided to move my attentions southward and lick her hairy vaginal area as my way of thanking her. I strategically positioned Sophia onto her back, handed her two pillows to support her head so she could better focus on what I was doing to her. Having a male perform cunnilingus on her was apparently very new—and pleasurable—to her. (Perhaps it was a cultural thing. I’d have to ask her about it sometime.) Be that as it may, she uttered several soft moans, just loud enough for me alone to hear. "No one has ever done this to me before, Arnie. I like it! I really like it! Thank you—and keep doing it please.”
I was quite content to oblige this beautiful sex partner of mine in any and all ways she desired. I gave Sophia the full foreplay treatment below her beltline, skillfully using my lips, fingers and tongue on her most sensitive body part. My sensual licks were followed by timely sucks and penetrating pokes, first with one finger, then two, and finally three. Sophia was beaming all the while, unable to prevent herself from squirming all over the blue floor mat with sheer sexual delight. She finally stopped moving about when she experienced a substantial orgasm after a particularly long sequence of finger fucks. I took the wet explosion as a compliment to my lovemaking sills. I happily put my face against her pussy and lapped up her coating of special feminine juices.
"Arnie," she whispered, "I'm so very glad you were here today. It's been wonderful doing sexual things with you so far. It honestly has!"
"Thank you, Sophia," I replied. "I’m more than glad that you are here, too. Of course, we're nowhere near being done, though! I'm ready to shove my dick into your pretty vagina right now and give you a good, old-fashioned fucking until I blow my load inside you!"
"Please do it, Arnie,” she said enthusiastically. "Do it right now! I’m more than prepared for it!"
Sophia readied herself for me by spreading her legs widely, giving me plenty of room to perform with my stiff penis. "Come to me, Arnie," she sexily commanded. I did so without the slightest bit of hesitation.
I quickly moved on top of her and shoved my firm penis into Sophia’s welcoming pussy. I was not very subtle about it, either. I just repeatedly rammed it in and out of her, enjoying every second of it to the fullest. This time, Sophia's passionate groans from my screwing her were very audible. I'm sure Steven must have heard them at the other side of the large “playing room.” That proved to be a turn-on for me, too. I began grunting with each thrust. Thus, the two of us were engaged in something akin to a horny duet. I was overcome by lust for this delectable and exotic woman. "I want to fill your pussy with a big load of my hot cum, Sophia!” I told her as I was becoming more and more excited. “You're incredibly sexy and I want to deposit a sticky mess inside you! It’s going to happen at any second, for sure. I guarantee it!"
I only stopped fucking her occasionally to play with and suck on Sophia’s breasts because they were jiggling nicely and attracting my attention. For a moment, I considered pulling out of Sophia's vagina and shooting my sperm across her tits in a sexy manner, but I chose not to do that. My pulsating dick belonged inside of lovely Sophia’s cunt. It was exactly where nature intended it to be. About a dozen not-so-gentle thrusts of my rod brought me to an excellent sexual climax. The sperm shot out of my penis in long, satisfying spurts. Every drop of my goo was going where it was intended as my crotch was pressed tightly against Sophia's bush. No trace of it could escape her pussy. My ejaculation eventually subsided, but it took a while. It had to have been shooting my jism inside her for 25 to 30 seconds. My tool was once again reliable. The sensation I experienced riding Sophia was completely heavenly. I slowly fell forward onto my lover; I was nearly in a state of exhaustion. My penis, still firm, remained inside Sophia’s love box, however.
"Arnie, that was undoubtedly the best fuck I've ever had in my life," Sophia quietly confessed to me as I laid upon her sweaty body. "I can't admit that fact to Steven, of course, but I wanted you to know how fabulous it was."
"Glad to be of service, my dear," I told her with a smile of absolute pride and contentment. "I certainly gave it my best effort to please you. Honestly, Sophia, I’m spent; I have no energy left in my entire body. I’m likely to fall fast asleep on top of you in a minute or two!"
"Well, don't do that, Arnie! Pull your dick out of me and let's cuddle romantically for a while. If we both fall asleep in each other's arms, that would be a wonderful finish to our fuck, wouldn't it?"
I had to agree it was a great and appropriate plan. That is precisely what happened. I dropped right off within a few minutes. When I woke up about an hour later, I was told by a few club members that Sophia was roused from her own sound sleep by her husband. He escorted her out of the club while I remained blissfully oblivious in Slumber Land on the mat, my head resting between two pillows. Except for closing time, there was never any sort of time restraint placed on Swap Meet’s members. It was quite common to see familiar faces dozing merrily on those blue mats, often in pairs, after a strenuous session of fucking. After all, the average member was over 50 years old.
“Was her husband angry with her?” I asked Gordon Dinsdale, a longtime member who had watched them depart the premises. I was genuinely concerned because Sophia had become openly affectionate with me during our excellent romp. In my brief time as a member of Swap Meet, I had personally witnessed many of our club’s male newcomers not being able to mentally handle their wives enjoying themselves sexually with other men.
“No, I don’t think he was angry,” Gordon told me. Upon further reflection he added, “Well, perhaps there was one moment, though. He did seem a little bit irked when his wife insisted on giving your penis a loving kiss just before she rose from the mat while you were sleeping.”
"Gee, I wish I hadn’t slept through that!" I declared.