Club Pick Ups

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Lissy and I pick each other's partners.
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After our little Christmas fling, Lissy and I sat down for a heart-to-heart discussion about our marriage and where we were headed as a couple. We both aired all our dirty laundry. She obviously knew about my encounter with Lexi as well as the times I'd slept with her mother and her best friend Tina, but she wasn't aware about my sexual transgressions with my former coworker Cameron, our old neighbor Gloria, my sister-in-law Kim, or my cousin Lindsay, though she said she has suspected something with the latter. I, on the other hand, knew nothing about Lissy's own sexual forays during our marriage. The first was a few years ago when she had slept with a coworker from her old job. This was followed more recently by two different guys she met at her yoga class, and finally, much to my surprise, she and our neighbor Lexi had had a couple encounters. She spared no detail in describing these incidents and told me to do the same.

We talked about how this knowledge of our respective deeds made each other feel. I told her that I had felt completely humiliated by what she had asked me to do during our Christmas encounter, but the reason I had done it was because I really did love her. I said that her other affairs didn't bother me as much, especially if, as she assured me a few times, they were just about new sexual experiences, not because she didn't love me or because I was in some way inadequate. For her part, Lissy said that the fact I had kept my affairs secret hurt her because she thought that I told her everything; she wondered if I really trusted her and felt I could confide in her as I had always said I did. This seemed more than a bit ironic to me, but for the sake of continuing the conversation, I didn't say anything. She also wanted to make sure that my affairs were not due to inadequacies on her part, which I truthfully told her they were not.

We then turned to a discussion of what all this meant for our future. After a lot of soul searching, we agreed that additional transgressions were probably going to happen. We recognized that we both had very high sex drives and, even though we still found each other physically attractive and had a deeper love for one another, we liked the thrill of being with someone new, if only to satisfy our basic animal desires. So, as a result, we decided to set some rules that we would both abide by. The first was that we would each be allowed no more than three transgressions a year. Second, we needed to tell each other about the affair, preferably before it happened if the circumstances allowed, but definitely immediately afterwords if they didn't. Third, we always needed to practice safe sex. And finally, we should refrain from sleeping with the person more than once. Having sex multiple times in a single meeting with the new partner was permitted, but we should not have multiple meetings, lest the relationship develop into something more than a physical one.

Not a whole lot happened in the weeks following this conversation. Neither one of us chose to test out the new arrangement. I will say, however, that the love-making between my beautiful bride and I was probably some of the best we'd ever had, even better than when we were dating or first married. Maybe it was purely psychological, but the sex just seemed a thousand times better. Lissy had always been blessed with being very orgasmic, something I understand a lot of women are not, but even she remarked about the quality and quantity of her orgasms in the weeks following our talk.

Then one Wednesday evening as we were doing the dishes from dinner, Lissy brought up our conversation from a few weeks ago. "You remember the rules we set?" she asked.

"Of course, Princess. What's on your mind?"

"Well, I had an idea," she paused, looking thoughtfully at the plate she was drying before continuing. "I was thinking that this Saturday, maybe we could go out to the club we used to go to when we were dating."

"Ok," I said, "that seems a little random. What makes you want to do that?"

"Well, uh, I..." she trailed off, clearly searching for the right words.

"Just say it babe," I urged, "what are you thinking. I won't be upset."

"Well, one of our rules is that we need to tell each other about any new experience. So, I was thinking that we could go to the club and..." she hesitated again, "I could pick out a girl for you to hook up with and you could pick out a guy for me. We know what each other likes in terms of looks and stuff, so I just figured it might be a new and exciting experience to pick each other's partner."

I was quite frankly a little shocked at this suggestion, but I had to admit it did kinda turn me on. "What else?" I asked, I could tell she still had more on her mind.

She smiled and her brown eyes flashed with mischief. I could tell she was feeling a little more confident about her idea when she saw I wasn't upset.

"Well, we'd be given a time limit to try and make the hook up happen. If we are successful, we'd bring our respective partners back here to our house. You could have our room, and I'll take the guest room. We'd be in a safe environment and, maybe even more important, we'd be able to hear what's going on with each other. You know how thin the wall is between those rooms. I think it would be kinda hot to be having a fling with somebody new, and that we picked out for each other, while the other person could hear everything that was happening in the next room."

Lissy and I have been together for a long time, but it's moments like this that never cease to amaze me. "I agree it sounds very hot and I'm up for trying it, but are you sure it's something you want to do?"

"Yes, I've thought about it a lot; going through everything in my head, and I think it's something I'd like to try."

I grabbed her and pulled her to me, dripping water from my hands all over the floor, and gave her a deep passionate kiss. "Lissy, you're the best! I'm a very lucky guy!"

Not another word was said about our plans the rest of the week. I don't know how Lissy felt, but I looked forward to Saturday night with increasing anticipation, excitement, and maybe even a little anxiety. It had been years since I picked up anybody in a club, and I wondered if I still would be able to do it. I knew Lissy would be successful, any guy with a heartbeat would go home with a vixen like her, so I couldn't help but run through the scenario of how I'd feel if I failed to close the deal and wound up laying alone in my bed listening to my wife frolic with a stranger in the next room. Part of me thought it would be hot, but another part of me felt a little jealous.

Saturday finally came. We went through our normal routine, doing household work, running errands, all that kind of thing, but neither of us mentioned our impending date. We ate an early dinner, and once the dishes were put away, Lissy asked if I was ready for this evening.

"Of course, sexy, I'm always ready to go out with you," I replied.

"You might be going out with me, but you're probably going to be coming back home with some other little slut, at least if I have anything to say about it. Are you ready for that?"

"I think so, though I have to admit I'm nervous about navigating the whole club scene again. What about you? Are you ready to take on some horny stud?" My heart fluttered as I spoke those words.

"I'm ready, but I'm a little nervous like you."

"Trust me, you don't have anything to worry about as far as closing the deal. I think the guys will be lining up for the chance to take home a hot mama like you." She giggled and thanked me with a long kiss.

At about seven, Lissy told me she was going to start getting ready. She asked me to join her in the shower, which I did quite willingly, though I was a bit disappointed when she wasn't interested in playing.

"Nope," she said, "I want to be nice and fresh for my new guy you pick out, and I want you to be full of cum for the lucky lady I pick out for you. Now, dry off and go get dressed. Once you've done that, go hang out downstairs while I get dressed. I don't want you to see me until I'm fully ready."

I did as I was told, my anticipation growing even stronger as I awaited Lissy's arrival. After about an hour, I heard her descend the stairs from our room. She called for me to come up from my basement office. The sight that greeted me was amazing! Lissy wore a black miniskirt that might've come to the middle of her toned thighs, if it was lucky. Her top was what I think they call a V-neck. It was tight, which showed off her amazing cleavage, and it had a very low cut neck that revealed the top of her boobs. A diamond pendant that I had given her for an earlier anniversary was around her neck, the pendant resting neatly in the space just above her rack. She topped off the outfit with a pair of heels that really accentuated her long legs. Her long brunette hair was down and she smelled like Heaven.

"My God girl, you look awesome! Can I kiss you?"

"Thanks baby," she replied. "Yes, you can kiss me, I haven't put my lipstick on yet. And, by the way, you clean up pretty well yourself."

"Why thanks," I replied, moving in for my kiss.

"Before I finish getting ready, let's go over the rules again. We have to complete the hook up by 2:15. At that time, regardless of whether we managed to, as you say, close the deal, we get taxis and head home. Once we're back home, all the other rules that we came up with earlier are to be followed."

"Ok, sounds good," I replied.

"I'm going to finish putting my makeup on, and then we'll leave. Why don't you call the cab now."

Twenty minutes later, we were in the back seat of the taxi headed for one of our old haunts downtown. A half hour later, we got out in front of the club and joined the rapidly lengthening line to get inside. When we got to the door, I paid my cover charge and smiled at the bouncer when he surveyed Lissy and told her that she could go in for free.

"It must be nice to be a sexy lady," I kidded her. She giggled and squeezed my hand as we made our way up to the bar. We spent the next couple hours talking, having a few drinks, and people watching. It was almost like old times when we were dating. I couldn't help but notice that more than a few guys paid attention to her as she moved around the club, and that made me feel very lucky to be with her. A few jealous girlfriends and chicks who would probably have loved to be between Lissy's thighs themselves, also paid her a lot of attention, though for very different reasons.

As the night progressed and the music cranked up, Lissy and I began to dance. I'm not much of a dancer, but pretty ladies and the right amount of alcohol have been known to get me out on the dance floor, and there was no shortage of both in this place. Our dancing became more and more provocative as the night wore on, and before long we were grinding on each other. I reached a hand down between our bodies, slid it up her skirt, and used a finger to gently trace over her thong-covered pussy.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing baby, just wanted to see if my lady is wet," I replied.

"All you had to do is ask," she said giggling a little. "I've been wet since we got in the taxi."

"I didn't want to ask, I figured this way was more fun."

Both of us had been watching the crowd since we arrived, scoping it out to determine who we would pick for the other's fling. By now it was midnight, and Lissy reminded me that we didn't have all that much time if we were going to stay on our agreed upon schedule.

"I'll go first," she said, "I have just the girl for you. She pointed to a group of five or six women in the middle of the dance floor, all clearly having a great time. "That one," she said, pointing to a tall lady with long auburn hair. From what I could tell, which wasn't a whole lot from where I stood, she looked about 30. I noticed that she had very large boobs and that she seemed to be carrying a little extra weight in her legs and ass. Just then, the girl and one of her friends broke off from the group and headed towards the bathroom, which meant they would pass very close to where we were standing. I got a good look at her face and noticed two things, a set of very full lips and a nose ring. And I was also correct in assessing that she was a little on the heavy side.

"Her?" I asked. "Why her?"

"Well, first, because I said so. And second, I noticed her lips and her hips. The lips tell me that she's probably very good at sucking cock, and the way she wiggles her hips when she walks tells me that she's more than likely a good fuck. And I know you like both of those things. Now where's my boy-toy? I want to get to work."

I took a swig of my Jack and Coke before surveying the crowd to find the dude I had identified a little earlier in the evening. He was with a group of four guys, all of whom looked like they were in their mid-twenties or so. My attention was drawn to him because I noticed that his three friends would often venture out on the dance floor, flirt with girls, all the normal stuff, while this guy would stand on the edge of the floor, looking nervously around while he drank his beer. He seemed like he was having fun, but definitely looked like he was out of his element. I noticed a woman approached him and tried to get him to dance, but he politely refused, scurrying off to the bar for another round. He was well built and clean cut. "That guy," I said, pointing him out.

"Really, why him?"

"Because he looks like a nice guy and, more importantly, I bet he's never had a lady as pretty as you pay any kind of attention to him, let alone try to seduce him. If you're successful, he'll talk about this night the rest of his life."

With that, we kissed each other, reminded one another about the time limit, and went off to accomplish our respective missions.

I'll spare the details on how I achieved my success, but after a clumsy approach, I managed to get some of my old mojo back, and before I knew it, the girl with auburn hair and I were bumping and grinding, and there clearly seemed to be some good sexual energy between us. After one particularly frisky session, I reached up and gently squeezed one of her very large breasts. She responded with a kiss in which she practically stuck her tongue down my throat, and I knew I had carried the evening. We stayed for a few more songs in which it felt like we were practically fucking on the dance floor. When she excused herself to go to the ladies room, I glanced at my watch and saw it was about time. I don't remember what I said to her, but the next thing I knew, we were standing in front of the club about ready to get into a taxi. I looked to my left and saw Lissy, with the dude I had pointed out on her arm, getting into a cab. She saw me and waved discretely before getting in and slamming the door.

"Do you know her?" my date, whose name was Elena asked.

"Uh, yes. Actually you'll never believe it, but she's my wife." In retrospect, I probably shouldn't have said that, but it goes to show what alcohol will do.

"Your wife? Really? But she's going home with that guy, and you're with me."

"Yes, Uh, well, we have some different rules in our marriage," I started to explain, but luckily the cab arrived and we climbed in and headed off to my house.

Elena sat there very quietly and I could see she was thinking. Not much was happening between us and I was a little afraid that the revelation about Lissy being my wife had ruined my chances.

"She's very pretty," Elena said, looking into my face.

"Thanks, I think so, too."

With that, she leaned over and locked her lips on mine, again sliding her tongue deep into my mouth. Lots more kissing, groping, and caressing occurred for the remainder of the ride home. It was probably one of the more fun cab rides I'd ever had.

When we got back to the house, we went straight upstairs to my room. Elena stepped out of her shoes and laid on her back on the bed, dangling her feet over the edge.

"Man, those heels killed my feet," she sighed stretching out.

I moved to the edge of the bed and gently touched her feet, trying to gauge her reaction. I felt her relax a little and then began to massage her feet. We talked about all kinds of stuff while I massaged her bruised soles, then her calf muscles, and finally up to her rather meaty thighs. I pushed up her skirt and gently separated her legs a bit to better massage them. A slight moan escaped her lips and she spread her legs a bit wider. I pushed the skirt up even more, basically folding it so the material rested on her belly, exposing a pair of pink bikini briefs. I lightly trailed my fingers over the briefs, gently brushing them over her pussy. I gently pulled on her skirt, and she lifted her ass off the bed to allow me to pull it off. Then I slid a finger under the material of her briefs, and slowly traced around the inside of one thigh and then the other. Off came the panties next and I noticed a cleanly shaved pussy. My heart did a backflip and my cock twitched with delight. I caressed her inner thighs some more and she spread her legs wide, her pink clit peeking out from between puffy pussy lips. I leaned in close, first inhaling her delicious scent, then breathing my hot breath on her clit. I leaned even closer, sticking out my tongue to trace over her lips and clit. She sat up with a start and gently pushed me away.

"Wait! Before this goes any further, I have something I need to tell you." She first stripped off her top and bra, letting me see her giant rack up close and personal for the first time. They were truly magnificent and I had to restrain myself from latching on to those big nipples with my hungry mouth. Then she pulled off my shirt, pants, boxers, and socks. I was all prepared to slide on a rubber and slam my now aching cock into her pretty little fuck hole, but she had other ideas.

"I don't like fucking," she said, crushing my dreams. "I like other things, though and I really want to have fun with you."

"Ok, what do you like?"

"Well, I'm a fingers girl. I love it when guys finger my pussy and clit. May I see your hand?"

I held out my right hand, which she examined closely.

"Good," she said, letting go of my hand. "See, I like to have my pussy stretched. So I like guys with big fingers, and I like them to really stretch me."

"Are you talking about fisting or something like that?" I blurted out.

"No, not like that. I just like at least four fingers in my pussy and your thumb on my clit. Will you do that for me?" she asked pretending to pout a bit as she lay back down on the bed.

I answered her by pushing her legs apart, putting the four fingers of my right hand into my mouth to get them wet with spit, and then sliding all four into her pussy. I began to rock them back and forth, wiggling them every now and then, and gently pressing my thumb on her clit.

"No, like this." She put two fingers on top of my thumb and pressed down hard. "I'm one of those girls who likes a lot of pressure. Rub it hard!"

I did as I was told, and Elena rewarded me with increasingly loud moans and heavy breathing. She bucked her hips and periodically urged me to rub her clit "faster! Faster! Harder! Harder!" So much so, I was afraid I'd hurt her. Then I leaned over and took her left nipple in my mouth, licking and sucking before gently biting it. She squealed with delight. I moved to the right nipple with similar results. She was furiously bucking her hips now, and in another minute she screamed out that she was going to cum. When she did, she slammed closed her legs, crushing my hand between her beefy thighs and ensuring I couldn't pull my fingers out of her pussy. Gradually she loosened her grip and let me get my hand back. I wiped her wetness on my bare leg and stood up from the bed.

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