Glimpse of a New Horizon Ch. 1

(The following is based on a true story: my own. I have taken some literary license with regards to when things occurred and the players involved, but all of the events did take place.)

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Bob drove through the wooded Seattle suburb looking for two brick pillars that he didn't want to miss. The directions to "the Club" had been detailed, but his eagerness made him worry about passing it by. Barb was less excited. They had heard about New Horizons from the bi couple, Dave and Linda, with whom they had their first swinging adventure after ten years of marriage. It had been a far cry from their Ozzie and Harriet, utterly normal, suburban life of work, friends, and church, and it had been difficult talking Barb into that encounter. But, her misgivings had been washed away by the orgasmic tsunami she had experienced with two men licking her clit while a bi chick sucked her tits. After Dave and Linda had left, they had fucked five times before dawn; now she was once again having second thoughts.

New Horizons, they were told, was the Disneyland of swing clubs, the largest club in the United States, the place where fast track swingers went to play (and there were 750,000 of them in the U.S.), and that to him was exhilarating, to her intimidating. The club was founded in 1978 by a woman who wanted to promote sexual freedom by making it safe for women to express their sexuality; it now had several thousand members, all couples and single women. Usually, men cajoled their wives into coming, then, once cumming, the men found they couldn't keep their now insatiable partners away.

As they drove through the gate to the gravel parking area which was shaded by spruce, fantasies raced through Bob's head like wood nymphs dancing naked. Forest enclosed all the buildings; and the path passed through an arched trellis overgrown with roses to the tall, cedar-walled structure which was fringed with rhododendrons, . Unlike the theme park, everything was real. The huge carved oak doors of the entry, which would fit in any fairy tale, opened onto a tiled entryway which led to the lobby, where voluptuous chairs and couches cozied together. A bar and kitchen were situated toward the back, and a glass wall separated the lobby from a large banquet hall. Behind a plain desk with a computer sat Connie (by her nametag), a thirtyish brunette who was plump, but in all the right places, and who greeted them with a warm smile. Apparently, she was the founder's daughter.

"Welcome to New Horizons! You must be here for the orientation."

"Hi, yes, we're Bob and Barb Tipton. Nice to meet you."

"Same here. I got your check, but did need you to fill out some paperwork. The other couples should be arriving soon for your tour. Larry and Jodie will be showing you around. Please, make yourselves comfortable."

She made us nametags, first name only, and we plopped into a love seat and started writing. Shortly, four other couples wandered in, all looking anxious but smiling, and Bob couldn't help checking out some of the women surreptitiously. They varied from forty, fit and trim to twenty-two, tanned and hot. They had spouses that complemented them in their physiques, but no one was a supermodel or billboard stud. The fact that they were fairly attractive excited Bob; the fact that they were fairly ordinary delighted Barb, reassured. The two fit right in at thirty-eight and well proportioned, Barb having smooth curves where they ought to be and 38 C breasts, and Bob staying in shape by hiking, climbing and skiing.

The room was quiet with anticipation except for the occasional soft and nervous "Hi," and Bob decided to browse the photo albums which were scattered about. They were filled with photos of a cute girl in a leather strap jumper which concealed nothing, painted penises, grass-skirted blondes sans coconut shells, Uncle Sam reclining in a chair with three red-white-and-blue women in front of him giving him head, Gidgit in a polka dot bikini with holes cut out for her nipples, harem girls, pimps, whores . . .welcome to xxx Romper Room, he thought, definitely (i)not your typical theme park. Larry and Jodie walked in. He was about fifty, tall, and rugged in khakis; she was red-headed and petite, and her cotton jumper made her look energetic, like she could ride you all night.

"Hi, I'm Larry and this is my wife, Jodie. Welcome to the Club! We're happy to have you here," he said. Everyone grinned and nodded but remained quiet. "Before we get started, I just wanted to make sure everyone's clear, do you all know what New Horizons is?"

"Yeah, it a place where a girl can get gang-banged every Saturday night!" blurted out the athletic forty year-old with enthusiasm.

"Beth!" exclaimed her husband, smiling. Everyone laughed.

"My," said Jodie, "We certainly have some eager beavers tonight!"

"Mine certainly is!" added Beth.

"Don't worry Beth," reassured Jodie, "You'll get as much luvin' as you want tonight."

"Guys, please wait until we finish the tour before you line up," kidded Larry, "Anyway, New Horizons is a swinger's club for couples; so, if you don't like sex, this probably isn't the place to be." He looked around with mock seriousness, then slapped his hands together. "I guess everyone here must like sex!"

When everyone stopped laughing, Jodie continued. "This is a very safe environment for women. The first rule of the club is that 'No' means "No,' not 'maybe', or 'yes, please, but I'm playing hard to get'. So, nobody here will make anyone do anything they don't want to; you don't have to participate." "That goes for the guys too: if five women want to hold you down and lick your body all over, you can do what the former President recommends and 'just say no'," said Larry, "That is, if you're crazy."

"A lot of couples just like watching, then go home and fuck each other's brains out," added Jodie, "So, don't feel obligated. The second rule is: 'No drugs.' We have a pretty good relationship with the neighbors and the police, and don't want to risk ruining it. Liquor is just fine, but you have to BYOB. Oh, I almost forgot, you have to wear some clothes in the lobby since non-partiers occasionally come in, everywhere else . . whatever."

"Well, shall we start our tour?" invited Larry, leading them through the door and down some steps to the dance floor.

The 'Grand Ballroom' was huge, with tables for four or six which would seat several hundred people. A balcony with more tables looked down on the bandstand, and there was another level just off the main floor as well. Through a glass wall, one could see an Olympic sized pool and spa; another wall looked out on the grounds and a gazebo.

"Tonight may be a little less busy, but tomorrow night, this place will be packed," stated Larry, "We're having two different bands this weekend for the 'Northwest Celebration'." Guiding them past the steaming pool, he led them up a spiral staircase to the balcony, then opened one of two carved oak doors and ushered them into a hallway. "Now this is where the real action happens, the 'Annex' or 'Satellite'." Passing indoor and outdoor hot tubs, they arrived at a large, open bathroom with lockers. "Co-ed with showers, and a bidet for the ladies. You can keep your street clothes in the lockers."

As they continued the tour, Bob's head was spinning, and Barb found herself getting aroused as well. Beside the bathroom was a sunken area with couches and a fireplace, the 'Conversation pit,' and surrounding this were massage tables and chairs that looked like they came out of a gynecologist's office. Barb started imagining positions. Next door, a large video room was stacked with contour couches and big cylindrical pillows, perfect for being laid over on and then laid. A rustic wooden stairway led up to the party rooms, which were arranged in a round balcony overlooking the 'pit,' and a sign at the bottom said: "No beverages, no singles, partners only."

"We don't let single men up here to avoid having a lot of guys wondering around with their dick in their hands, but, a lady can take as many guys up as she wants as long as they stick with her," explained Jodie, "Of course, that doesn't mean you have to go up with your (i)own partner."

"Yeah, sometimes I don't see Jodie for days," said Larry, winking.

Climbing up the stairs with breaths held in anticipation, they came to a hanging bead wall, which Larry parted, ushering them in.

"This is the 'Mirror Room' for groups," said Larry. Warm sunlight streamed through the large windows on to a huge mattress where two couples were humping away, the naked ladies on their backs side by side, their images reflected in the mirrors above. Their dripping pussies and the men's hard pricks, wet with their juices, were fully exposed to the tour group. Bob felt his cock twitch in his pants, and Barb's cunt moistened in surprise. "Sometimes there'll be twenty people on the mattresses in here, all tangled up," Larry described, nonchalantly. He didn't interrupt the sweaty foursome.

They were led past the 'Arabian Room,' which was hung with lace curtains and with mattresses mattresses everywhere. 'Miss Daisy's Academy for Young Women' had prim mauve couches and mirrors, and there were little alcoves with beds tucked away in every nook and cranny, some cantilevered over the balcony's edge. Up a short ladder, they came to a low-ceilinged room with wall to wall mattresses and mirrors on all sides, the 'Red Room,' and an alcove with a queen sized bed overlooked the action. Bob thought he heard a collective sigh from the group while he suppressed a moan. Rounding the circle back to the 'Mirror Room,' they passed bunk beds, couches, mattresses and more mattresses. In short, the balcony was a narrow circular path completely surrounded by places to fuck. One could easily imagine coming round a corner to find Minnie Mouse being gang-banged by Mickey, Donald, Goofy, and Pluto.

Pimps and Whores

The tour concluded with a discussion about the parties, jealousy, safe sex (condoms were available everywhere), and the anxiety associated with the first visit, then the couples were left to wander about on their own. Bob and Barb changed into their costumes for the 'Pimp and Whore' party, he in a leather vest with a silk shirt open to the navel and a thick gold chain around his neck, she in red hot pants, fishnet stockings, and a halter top a size too small. They strolled along forest paths through the thirteen acres of grounds, past the koi pond and waterfall, to the gazebo.

"You have to admit, that scene in the Mirror room was really hot," said Bob, breaking the silence.

"My God, I couldn't believe it!" exclaimed Barb, "And, they were the pretty much the only people we saw on the entire tour!"

"Were you shocked, or just surprised?" asked Bob.

"Basically just surprised, (i)very surprised," she replied, blushing a bit.

"Pleasantly surprised?"

"The club's very nice," she answered, avoiding the question and any hint of a commitment, "And the people seem very friendly."

"I guess if you get naked and exchange bodily fluids with your friends on a regular basis, you become pretty friendly, and probably (i)very open-minded," then softly, "Are you O.K.?"

"Yes, just nervous, and not quite sure I want to be here."

He parted her long blonde hair and caressed her cheek. "I really appreciate your being willing to come. No pressure." He kissed her bright red lips tenderly. "Love ya babe."

As this was a special three day event, "Northwest Celebration: A Celebration of Intimacy Among Friends," there were dances both Friday and Saturday, as well as daytime seminars, and a Sunday brunch. People started milling in about quarter to seven, chatting, hugs and kisses exchanged (especially between the women), and putting their names on placemats to reserve the better seats. Some came in street clothes and bringing over-night bags, planning to spend the weekend, others came in costumes of varying degrees of sluttishness. There were hot pants and miniskirts, teddies and corsets, see-through blouses, skin-tight Lycra pants, airtight latex, and too tight polyester slacks with bulges well outlined at the crotch (and occasionally down the thigh). Since neither Bob nor Barb were social butterflies, and since Barb was half afraid some predatory crow of a guy might gobble her up if she flitted about, they made no attempts at awkward mingling. Bob cracked the bottle of champagne they had brought, then they found a table and sat back to watch the street walkin' parade.

They were joined at the table by Ray and Dawn, an experienced couple from LA that had come up specifically for the Celebration, having been to the club before. Dawn was dressed in a fishnet top with nothing underneath and a short skirt; her tanned nipples were already erect and begging to be sucked. Ray was muscular with broad shoulders and a quick smile. They were both attractive despite being in their early forties.

"Don't feel out of place Barb, women are always apprehensive the first time," consoled Ray, "Then they realize they run the show, and look out!"

"After being together for seven years, Ray begged me to try it," added Dawn, "We've been swinging for two years now, and I can't get enough!"

They exchanged small talk over the buffet dinner of Swedish meatballs and chicken Kiev while the band set up its equipment. Ray and Dawn were both in advertising and were impressed that Bob was a Family Physician and Barb an RN.

"You'd be surprised at how many professional people there are here," said Dawn.

"Not to mention all the people from Microsoft," added Ray, "But no, not Bill."

There was a drum roll, and Larry and Jodie appeared. She wore a sports coat, pumps, a man's felt hat and, much to Bob's delight, nothing else, and carried a briefcase with solemnity. She set the case down on a table in the middle of the dance floor and opened it to reveal a million dollars of play money.

"As you are aware, tonight's theme is Pimps and Whores," began Larry, "Now, if you look under your placemats you'll find there is a list of prices for various services. Most are pretty self-explanatory like 'kiss' or 'blowjob,' for some of the others like 'sandwich' or 'around the world,' well, you'll just have to work those out on your own." This was followed by laughs, smirks and winks in the audience. "Each couple will receive five thousand dollars to spend, and one will be the customer and the other the gigolo or hooker. Of course, the idea is to spend the money on (i)other people. Tomorrow we'll have prizes for the people with the most cash. So, come on down and get your ho' money!"

The band began to play. Bob got the money but was afraid to spend it, not wanting to upset Barb, so he put in a trust fund in his vest pocket. Within a half hour, there was a lot of money changing hands with blowjobs on the dance floor, dirty dancing, and a lot of heavy petting. They slow danced, and Bob pulled up Barb's dress to massage her bare buns amongst all the other couples, which was quite a kick. After they sat back down, a couple of cute girls in their twenties approached Bob and offered to give him a lap dance for five hundred. When Barb nodded her approval, they had him lay on the floor, then one pulled up her skirt and waved her naked pussy inches from his face, while the other got up close on the floor to watch the action, licking her lips. But, whenever he went for a taste, the girl would jump up, laughing. After ten minutes of this, Bob had a raging hard-on and, noting this, the girls grabbed the five hundred and took off, giggling.

"Having fun, dear?" asked Barb.

"Uh, yes. Can we go to the Satellite now?"

"If you'd like," she answered seductively.

"Let's do it!" ordered Dawn.

The four ended up naked in the outdoor hot tub with two other couples. There was a lot of back rubbing and caressing along with the small talk, and Barb relaxed, letting the hot jets of water and Bob's touch soothe her. Bob was surprised when two feet started rubbing his crotch under the water, one belonging to Dawn and the other to Judy, a sexy brunette with tattoos. He was afraid Barb might be upset if she realized, but, in fact, she knew and didn't care.

"Anyone 'up' for going upstairs?" asked Dawn, always the initiatrix.

Bob looked into Barb's eyes, and she leaned over to kiss him, her tongue finding his.

"Sure, let's go," she said.

They found themselves in the Mirror room with their towels piled on the floor and a warm summer's night breeze wafting through the open windows. Barb lay flat on the mattress while Bob kissed and caressed her, massaged her tits. When he reached down to stroke her pussy, he found her already dripping, and brought his fingers to his mouth to taste her. Dawn crawled over and looked Barb in the eye, seeking consent, and, when Barb smiled in response, she started sucking on his hard cock which was moist with precum. A sudden euphoria washed over Bob's body, not only from the sucking, but from the realization that, yes, it was going to happen! He lowered his head to Barb's cunt, licking and rubbing his face in her musky juices.

"Mind if I borrow him for awhile?" asked Dawn.

"Sure," she replied, beginning to enjoy the sight of Bob so aroused.

Dawn gave her a quick peck on the lips then pulled Bob to the bed, then laid on her back with her buttocks hanging over the edge. He bent over to briefly taste her gaping sex, inhaling her aroma, then rammed his cock into her to the hilt. She reached behind and grabbed his ass, pulling him in and groaning. As he pumped her with steady strokes, Joe, a wiry Italian and Judy's husband, came over and stuck his erect prick in her mouth. Barb watched from the side, fingering herself; and Ray sat beside her, rubbing her back and whispering to her, describing how much he enjoyed seeing Dawn so pleasured. Joe held her head and began fucking her mouth. Beside them, Judy rode Dave, a trucker with whom they had shared the hot tub, quivering as she bounced on his eight inches, while his wife Peg sat on his face. When Dawn came, she shook uncontrollably, moaning around Joe's erection. This put Joe over the edge, and he withdrew to spray his semen on her sweaty face and hair in spurts. She scooped it up with her fingers, then licked them clean.

Bob withdrew from Dawn, his cock glistening with her juices, and laid Barb on her back, gently spreading her legs. Her eyes were glazed with desire as he slowly entered her. It was a tender fuck; it was making love, but with an audience. Ray came over and presented his hard penis to her, not shoving it at her, but offering it. It pointed upward, its veins bulged, it bobbed and dripped wantonly . She only had to reach out and bring it to her lips. Bob want her to take it, was tempted to take it himself. He wanted her to have two men inside her, to be swept away by lust, to be filled completely with their precious fluids. She held back. They both shuddered as they came, leaving Ray unsatisfied. Dawn threw him down and sucked him off.

The group separated with Bob and Barb walking the circle, peeking into the other rooms. Everywhere people were laughing, smiling, kissing, humping, fucking. In the Arabian room, a blonde was on her knees taking it up the ass from a black stud with a huge cock while she fellated a thin twenty-five year old, and the young mans wife caressed her back and played with the men's pricks. In the corner, two couples screwed side by side with the women French kissing each other passionately.

As they watched, Bob began to feel as if he were part of a larger organism, that the whole crowd was becoming united in lust, bonding and transforming. He thought about cultures past, ancient orgies which drew the community together as the chains of inhibition were, temporarily, released. He pictured holiday processions with phallic floats and ribaldry, cultures where mates were regularly shared as a gesture of friendship. He imagined a whole history of sex interwoven with friendship, kinship, society and love, drawn together like strands of a rope which was harmony. All this had been forgotten but, perhaps now, was being remembered. Barb felt comfortable.