I layed out a selection of my sluttiest clothes. Hiding the black freddie pants towards the bottom. He would have to wait through the whole fashion show before we get to those. We both knew that they were what I was going to wear tonight anyways.

I tried on a LBD, it hugged my hips and ass really showing off my feminine curves. When I presented it to my husband, I could tell he approved by the growing bulge in his jeans. He asked "how will this dress work at tits o'clock?". I never thought about that, I don't think I can expose my chest in this dress. Next another LBD, this one with cut outs just below my chest. I bought this one in a smaller size, and it really excentuates my tiny waist. Plus a little tug up on the cut out and I have underboob exposed! That solves the tits o'clock issue. As I approach for closer inspection, I see the bulge has grown more. A hand powerfully grabs my ass and draws me in. My underboobs are immediately re-exposed, and his tounge laps at my tits, wiggling up under my dress to brush across my nipples. Both hands are now kneeding my ass. After a moment I push away. Time for another wardrobe change. I see his eyes widen as I pick up the freddie pants, and then the disappointment as I put them back on the bed. I need to decide on a top first! I grab a black lacy bodysuit. It hides very little, so I don a light, unpadded, black lace bra. It cups my tits pefectly, but does little to subdue my errect nipples. Then the bodysuit. I try to put on the Freddy pants, but hands are in my way. I need to finish the ensemble for viewing. I manage to get the pants all the way on, and break free from the hands that have my crotch restricted from the front and the back. If he doesn't stop constantly rubbing me these pants are going to wear out. I walk over to the mirror, and look myself over. These pants are tight; you can't read my lips, but almost! I hear him say again, "fuck your ass and cooter look great in those". The way he stares at me like he's a wild beast and I'm a piece of meat, makes me think there may be some truth to that! I could take my bra off for tits o'clock, but I'm not sure that is right. I undo my pants and drop them to my knees. As I undo the snaps to pull off the bodysuit his hands are already back on my ass, gently tracing my thong to my honey hole. He has to be able to feel the heat as he reaches my box. He starts rubbing...not yet big boy. I push him away again. It's time to try on a tiny little black halter top. It is tight, and doesn't cover all of my ribcage. Black lace with a band of material to cover the girls. I remove my bra, and pull on the top. Between the low ride of the freedie pants, and the narrow band of the top, my midriff is completely exposed. Just as that thought goes through my head two large hands are encircling my waist, pulling me yet again towards him. He spins me around. My ass brushes his groin. I pull away... not yet. His hands caress my stomach and upper hips while he bites and kisses my neck and shoulders. He grabs my hips, and draws my ass against his crotch...feels like I found the outfit for tonight!

We were off to a "sex club" about an hour from home. We'd only been once before. The general, who my husband had befriended on line, had invited us to join a large group for our first visit. He was kind enough to introduce us to many people, but we were in a bit of shell shock for the majority of our stay. We ended our first visit have sex together, in a private play area, but left the door a little open. We could see out to the more public play area, and could partially be seen. I was surprised how turned on I was by the idea someone could see me, splayed out, buck naked, having sex with my husband.

The general also invited us to a house party. As we were saying our goodbyes and thank yous to the hosts, the general called me over. He was sitting and patted his lap. I sat on his lap, while he ran his hands up and down my back. The general would be at the club tonight too. He talked some big talk about sucking my titties, and likeing my ass online. My mind wandered if he would live up to his words tonight.

We got to the club at little after it opened. We immediately spot the general and his wife. He is in his element. Definitely a "lifestyle guy", not just a swinger. He seems to know everyone. He greets my husband with a handshake, and me with a hug. No hand wandering down to my ass. Disappointed I ask him, "how is my ass in these pants?" as I do a little spin. His face lights up a little as he says it's too dark to really see well. So I ask, "well, how does it feel then?". The general then obligingly relents and gives me what I wanted. Sliding his hand from my waist down my left butt cheek, and grabbing a handful. A few quick squeezes, then he reply "very nice". If the fire in my crotch had settle down at all from the fashion show, and roving hands on the trip down, someone had just poured gasoline on it. I wanted more, but the general saw someone he needed to talk to, gave my ass a pat, and was off.

While we had set no expectations for play, my husband did say he wanted to approach atleast 3 strangers, and initiate a conversation. The first couple were polite, but the conversation didnt really flow. We exchanged nicities and withdrew to a quiter area to observe. The second couple he approached were around our age, he was fit; she had a voluptuous body with large brests. Maybel and Simon had been to the club a few times before, but said they had never hooked up with anyone. Seems everyone lost interest in them after finding out they didn't want to swap, just to have sex on the same bed as another couple. This was safe and sexy to me, so I asked more questions. My husband gave me a look, and said, "I'm game if you are". So I asked Maybel if she wanted to go upstairs with is. Their eyes lit up, and we headed upstairs to the play room. I am discovering I like to be watched, but they wanted us to use a "private room". We entered the room behind them. My husband's hand firmly planted on my ass.

We started off kissing with our partners, and the men started removing us girls tops. My tits were out first, and my husband turned me around, pulled my ass back against his swollen crotch, and started biting on sucking on my neck and shoulder.  I watched Simon as he continued to put his wifes ample wears on display. As he knelt down to pull her pants to the floor he buried his face in her pussy. Her back arched and her dark nipples hardened to the size of jujubes. He finished removing her pants, and folded her over the bed. Again he buried his face in her, as she released squeals of delight.

Now it was my turn to get undressed. My husband picked me up and dropped me on my back, with my hips at the edge of the bed. With one hard tug my pants were off. My panties soon followed. As my legs were pushed up I felt a familiar tounge parting my lips. It wasn't the gental start I was used to. Instead he was probing me deeply, and sucking hard on my clit.

Maybel turned her head to watch us. She smiled at me as a wave of pleasure cascaded over her.

As I felt two finger roughly enter me and start hammering my g-spot, Simon stood up and entered his wife. The slap of skin on wet skin told me he was balls deep in one stroke. Maybel squeeled, and the bed started moving rythmicly. The sights sounds and my husbands aggressive fingers and mouth, had my first orgasm wash over me. He then stood up, grabbed my legs to raise my ass off the bed, and entered me. A few short slow strokes, and he was bottoming out fast and hard too. After a few moments both men slowed there pace, and maybel was readjusted to be laying parallel to me. She was still bent over the bed, with Simon taking hold of her hips and reentering her. She looked at me, and asked if she could play with a tit. At this point I'd say yes to just about anything and nodded my reply. She reached a hand up and pinched my nipple hard. I came, the feeling of her soft hand on my tit pushed me over the edge. My husband stopped stroking, and held himself deep within me as I convulsed. Then Maybel asked if she could suck on my tit. I mumbles something, as she latched on while being rocked from behind. Seeing this Simon picked his pace back up. My husband, being ever competitive, started thrusting again too. Both men we thrusting faster and faster. Finally one let out a groan, followed immediately by the other. I could feel the pulsing of his cock inside me as he deposited his load. My husband removed his cock, and came around offering for me to clean him up. I started sucking on him, pulling him as far in as I could as he slowly started going flacid. Then I thought I felt smooth cheeks on my thighs. To my surprise Maybel had decided I needed to be cleaned up too. She saw me look down, and popped her head up for me to see her smile and wink. I reached down and pulled her hair, drawing her face back into me. As her tongue probed in search of the cream pie, I came one more time.

Exhausted, and oh so sensitive, us ladies layed on the bed as the men started amassing our clothes. Maybel and I massaged each other's tits as we came down off our highs.

We all got dressed, and exchanged contact information. The men shook hands, and hugged the ladies. We ladies exchanged a hug, and I little kiss. As Mable pulled away, I pulled her back into me, this time our lips parted as they touched. Our tongues wrestled, and she grabbed my waist pulling me tight into her. I could feel her large nipples harden again. After a quick minute we parted. Knowing we would definitely be seeing more of each other.