Saturday night found us at the club. It felt good to be there on a Saturday night. I have really missed going there. I have to say that now that I have my weekends back, it feels more like when we first started going. I looked around the club and saw lots of possibilities. I seem to be remembering why we go to a swinger’s club….and it is not just to dance. I noticed more than a handful of interracial couples. It is nice not be the only ones for once.
We ran into people I almost forgot about playing with. We don’t play with any one couple for too long. Playing with one couple or single only for any length of time would probably feel more like a relationship. We have enough trouble managing each other. It is not uncommon to run into people that we have played with and I can’t remember their name(s). It happens so often and it is something we can joke about. I remember the dynamics most of the time (she had a red dress on, we danced slowly then made out, he fucked me doggie-style) but not their damned names. I am worse at this than most people, just ask Miguel.
Anyways…
We had a great time at the club and met some new people. When it came time to play we headed straight to the dungeon. It was just me and Miguel at first. He placed the blindfold over my eyes and strapped my arms into the St.Andrew’s cross. He hiked up my skirt and pulled off my panties. I love this moment and the anticipation of my punishment. Miguel moved my feet apart and then started smacking my ass. Miguel was especially rough with me smacking more me more than usual. I heard other voices and the equipment in the room being shifted, someone else was getting strapped into the suspension cuffs. Then the creaking of the beds as people moved about throughout the room. Miguel didn’t let the audience deter him. He used his bare hands and smacked my ass really hard. He finger fucked me between smacks. His fingers jammed into my g-spot as his body held me firmly to the cross. Miguel told me over and over to cum for him as his fingers reamed me. I did. Then he smacked me some more. He released my hands from the cross after about 20 minutes. I started to pull my skirt down, but Miguel scolded me and led me backwards with my hands behind my back and directed me to sit on the couch. He then unbuckled his belt and pulled his cock out. He ordered me to keep my hands behind my back as he fed his cock into my mouth.
I sucked his cock with my eyes closed. He encouraged me to suck it good before he fucked me. He pulled his cock out and I submitted as he pushed me back on the bed. I moved my hands around to his cock to help guide him in as he moved into position. He hiked my legs up over his shoulders and held my hands together over my head as he fucked me. His eyes closed slightly after a few minutes. He looked like he was going to cum so I told him to stop. I told him I wanted finish in a private room. As I got up off the couch I got my first good look around the room. This room that had been completely empty when we started now help no less than 10 people. There was a scene going on with a bound woman getting fucked. Behind me on the same couch was another couple with the woman on all fours and the guy fucking her. There were people standing all around the entrance enjoying the show. I know I wasn’t the last girl strapped to the cross that night.
Miguel and I found a private room down the hall. I got my Mia vibe out and turned it on the highest setting. I used it on my clit and Miguel took his clothes off. Miguel laid down across the bed positioned his body under my legs and fed his cock into me. I love this position with Miguel laying sideways so I can look him in the eye as I cum all over his cock. I didn’t last very long before I came. The orgasm was still washing over me as he moved into a missionary position to fuck me. His eyes were closing as he told me how wet I was, how good it felt to fuck me. He came with a grunt and it seemed I could feel his cum shooting into me. We both laid there for a while before we cleaned up and got dressed. We left the lodging after that and went back over to the club. The crowd was much thinner at this time and we got something to eat before we made the drive back home. I know we both had a great time. The best part was that the weekend wasn’t over yet…