Drama Club

We went back to the swinger's club on Friday, with intentions of actually talking to people. We arrived around ten, and took seats on the periphery to spy out those in whom we were interested.

There was a couple, perhaps both 30, sitting at the end of the bar. The woman caught my eye because she sported the same haircut and -color as one of my long-standing crushes. The dude was pretty decent looking, too. However, after longer study, I concluded that the young woman didn't look enough like my crush to make up for how uncomfortable her body language indicated she felt.

Estrella and I wandered off into the lounge, and had a rather unpleasant discussion. I had observed that other couples had reacted negatively to my cruising--gazes were immediately averted, arms and legs closed, couples turned toward each other. I noticed this reaction from all of the couples toward nearly all of the unescorted males. Estrella needed to take the lead. She needed to look sincerely interested in other people.

However, I couldn't figure out a way to express that to her without putting more pressure on her (she already felt enough) or making it sound like her problem. I really couldn't. This was a big turn off for me, totally ruining my mood. Not at all disappointment in Estrella, but rather my inability to communicate effectively. I mostly just wanted out, and suggested we go home.

Estrella apparently took this as a threat, and declared that she was going to go get a drink and then chat somebody up. I didn't expect this result, but wasn't going to argue with it. I followed her back to the main bar with more than a little trepidation. Fear of the unknown, I guess, as I can't figure out what else it might be.

After retrieving drinks, we stood at the bar for a few minutes. Estrella pointed out a young couple. A tall, curvy brunette with a soft, Midwestern face. Very much the aesthetic of my home tribe; cute, but not a knockout. The fellow was shorter, thin, and wide-eyed.

Estrella walked up and introduced us. Their names were not Betty and Nolan. We chatted a little bit about our previous experiences at the club. It turned out to be their second night as well, although they'd previously attended on a Saturday. After a few minutes of trivialities, they told us they'd be heading for the hot tub.

We waited a while, finished our drinks, and then headed after them. They were already in the tub with, of all people, the original couple. At this point, the young woman (who wasn't named Maggy) looked significantly more comfortable. Maggy seemed shy about talking, but seemed to have little in the way of a nudity taboo. Her man, whose name wasn't Mac, grated on me immediately.

He seemed downright pushy in his attempts to sexualize the situation. He apparently wasn't comfortable with simple conversion, and so insisted that we play "the name game"--after failing to get anybody to even acknowledge that he'd suggested "musical tits". He spoke for Maggy frequently; something I can't stand.

Estrella and I talked tattoos with Betty and Nolan. And it turned out that Nolan does the same sort of work that I do. We talked shop a little bit. I rather liked them.

Eventually, Mac and Maggy had a short whispered conversation and then Mac asked Estrella if Maggy couldn't suck her tits. Estrella agreed, and Maggy went to Estrella's right nipple. She worked away at that for a while before I joined in. The whole time, Mac is calling Maggy a slut. Not particularly imaginative with his dirty talking, but whatever.

At about this point, Betty and Nolan announced that they were leaving and took off. Estrella and I were disappointed, but the couple we seemed to have weren't too bad.

After the nipple sucking had continued for a while, I asked Maggy if I could touch her. She seemed downright confused for a second, and then nodded her head. I ran my hands over her. Mac moved to Estrella, and they began making out. Maggy moved into my lap. I sucked at her nipples, bit her neck, ran my hand over her pussy and dipped a fingertip inside.

I heard Estrella say something about "I'd prefer to use a condom" and then a couple seconds later she suggested to Mac that we find a room to play in. I waited a few seconds and suggested to the group that we do so. We then got out of the tub, showered off the oppressive chlorine, and went back to our locker to fetch the condoms.

That's when the low-volume argument commenced between Mac and Maggy. Estrella had wandered off to find a room, and so didn't hear the beginnings of it. I have no idea the actual content of the argument, only that Mac shut it down at least once while we wandered looking for a room. It started up again after only a few minutes, with Maggy's voice stress rising significantly.

So, while they were distracted, Estrella and I teleported to the bar, retrieved our booze, and made off. We came home, and Estrella gave me the best blowjob she's ever performed.

I feel as if I took advantage of Maggy to some extent, as I don't know that her consent to be touched was uncoerced. I certainly don't feel culpable in her coercion, only that I should have recognized it and disengaged earlier.

Clarification

Estrella mentioned that she liked showing off her nipples and ass last night. But, she didn't explain in what way she did that. I'll remedy this.

I believe her skirt migrated up around her waist while we were sitting and watching people dance. She was rubbing my cock, and I had my finger on her clit. Since it's generally a little hard to put one's hand on the action with a dress in the way, I pulled it up around her waist. Estrella was wearing one of her best pairs of panties, with lace on the front, and strings on the sides. When we stood up, she went to cover up those beautiful panties. I stopped her, and for the rest of the evening I got to show off my wife's gorgeous, gorgeous ass.

As for her nipples, I was a little surprised. The dress she wore has a built-in bra, constructed of mesh neckstraps on top of foam cups. The mesh, obviously, is see-through; the foam cups are not. Estrella's nipples came into play as I turned around and discovered her folding the foam cups down under her tits. This, in turn, drove them up even higher. It took me a few seconds, though, to realize that I could now clearly see her nipples through the lace.

I do have to say that it was deeply gratifying to see Estrella showing herself off. She has plenty to be proud of, and I'm frequently a bit disappointed at how little she sluts it up. I actually think that was the hottest part of the evening: Estrella showing dozens of perfect strangers her perfect ass.

Sex clubs

So, Oscar and I went to a sex club last night, as he detailed in the post below. I really enjoyed it. I guess I didn't know what to expect, but I was thrilled to see that the crowd was extremely well mixed in age, race, looks, etc. It was also an older crowd, which allayed my other fear that it would resemble the parties I used to frequent in college.

There were several couples there that caught our eye, but I guess I was hoping they would make a move so we wouldn't have to. The main problem I have is that the entire culture is so foreign to me. Even when I was single, trying to pick up a sexual partner was a daunting task for me. This is now multiplied by the presence of Oscar, who I would like to please with our selection.

I am excited to go back soon because I truly felt liberated while there. I've never been very comfortable in any form of nudity (even swim suits sometimes cross the line of my comfort zone) but at this place, I was not just willing, but feeling the need to be a little less dressed. I have so many outfits I'd love to wear.... and so many more in my head that I think would be fun. It felt good to show off my pierced nipples and to flaunt my ass to perfect strangers. I think Oscar enjoyed my newfound freedom as well.

The Club

Estrella and I went to a "lifestyle club" last night. She was nervous that we'd be deemed insufficiently attractive and denied entry at the door. Of course, that didn't happen. She was all glammed up in a scandalously short little black dress; I wore a decidedly colorful and, in my opinion, dapper outfit.

We both loved the club. We didn't wind up hooking up with anybody else, but it was a fantastic night nonetheless. I found the place to be my platonic ideal of a nightclub: all full of sexy, dancing, sleaze, and depravity.

We did a fair bit of the mundane. Bought a membership. Danced a bit (it was definitely the raunchiest dancing I've ever seen from Estrella). Poked our noses in all of the various nooks and crannies. Drank.

We watched at least half a dozen shag at various points. They have public, semi-private, and private play spaces. I was a little surprised at how openly people stood around and peered into the windows of the semi-private booths.

As the night was getting old, and we were mighty horny, we took over a corner of the public play space. We sixty-nined for a while, and then I fucked Estrella from behind while watching some other dude do the same thing to another chick. Very sexy.

Estrella says she's excited to go back again. I'm certainly still interested, as well. That said, I think we might try to line up dates ahead of time. Either that, or we need to get far more direct and aggressive in our cruising once we get there.