Hotwife, Happy Life Pt. 03

A day full of high fashion and getting dolled up was more than enough for me, but Veronica told me that we were going out that night. Rick had already confirmed with Steve and we were all going to go out to the club for drinks and dancing. I felt like the belle of the ball as I was showered by her generosity. She bought me clothes, shoes, and even took me to the salon for a full makeover. It was amazing and I couldn't wait to go out that evening. When we got back to her house, Steve's car was there and I found him inside with Rick, smoking cigars in their sealed and ventilated 'smoking lounge', roughly the size of my living room.

We all kicked back and relaxed for a couple of hours, chatting as if we'd been friends forever. Rick and Steve went poolside to grill some steaks and Veronica and I went to her suite to get ready. While inside her closet, which is bigger than my bedroom, she handed me a bag. "I got you a present."

I opened the bag to find a tiny black, sparkling cloth that I thought was a blouse at first.

"I snuck that one when you were in the dressing room. I knew you wouldn't buy it; I knew you probably wouldn't even try it on, but I know you'll look amazing in it."

As I'm standing there in the bright white room, I start feeling insecure as I realize it's not a blouse, it's a dress. A very expensive, very tiny... unbelievably tiny, sparkling black dress. The look on my face said it all as she pleaded with me to try it on.

"I can't be the only slutty looking one tonight. Try it on. If you don't like it, you don't have to wear it. You can wear that cute green one you bought today."

"You mean, you bought for me today."

"Yeah, whatever. Just try it on. I bet you'll look super fucking hot."

She leaves me alone with my miniature dress and insecure thoughts. I stare at it for a minute before throwing caution to the wind and strip down. Thankfully it stretched a lot more than I thought it would as I crammed myself into the miniscule fabric. Surprisingly, it pretty much covered the important parts, but I felt that between my D's up top and my 38" hips below, I was in danger of exploding out of it at any moment. Just as I started analyzing myself in the mirror, there was a knock at the door and Veronica stepped in.

"FUCKING SMOKE SHOW!"

Embarrassed, I couldn't help but be unsure, "I don't know about that. I feel like my ass is hanging out and if I don't fuck with it, my nipples are going to show if I dare to even move."

"Yeah, that's the price for looking hot. Your tits look AMAZING and you might get a little cheeky if you don't adjust every once in a while, but trust me, nobody will care."

"I feel like it just shows everything I don't want to be showing."

"Like what? You have a great fucking body. I saw your pics from New Years. That dress was just as tight and only a little bit longer. I think you're just in your head about it. Hold on."

Before I can respond she darts out the door and as I'm standing there in the mirror, regretting every piece of chocolate I've ever eaten, she returns with Steve and Rick in tow. Steve's standing there staring at me like I'm on the menu and Rick's got a big smile on his face.

"Ok boys, she thinks this dress is too slutty. What do you think? She looks good, right?"

"Fucking great. Damn babe, you look really hot," Steve exclaims.

"V's got a way with fashion. You look great, Jenny," Rick says, still grinning ear to ear.

"Yep, see, that's what you're wearing tonight. After dinner, we'll pick out something for me."

"Put your other clothes back on, we just finished up the steaks," Steve injects.

After eating our steaks and grilled asparagus, we chase it with an amazing high dollar sorbet. The boys take a couple of scotches from the bar and Veronica and I head back upstairs to get ready. Veronica is chatty as we enter her massive closet and I immediately start staring at my black dress draped over a plushy bench. I wasn't even paying attention, soaking in my insecurity as she shuffles through the miles of shimmering dresses along the wall.

"Ok, this one or this one," Veronica asks.

I turn around to find her completely naked, holding two tiny dresses in front of her tanned, toned, and perfect little body. I gulped as I selected the silver dress that reminded me of the one that the Chanel bimbo from New Years was wearing. I couldn't stop staring as I caught a glimpse of her perky tits, areolas almost the same color as her skin, little button nipples, and just enough heft to hang and barely crease at the bottom. She spun around, stepping on her tip toes to hang the other dress giving me a perfect shot of her petite little body. Her silky legs were perfectly toned and she had a surprising bubble butt and adorable little back dimples. She was absolutely perfect.

"You checkin' me out?"

Veronica laughs as I feel my face burning with embarrassment and I panic and turn around.

"Hey, don't be weird, I like it," she prods.

"Sorry... I just...."

"I said, don't be weird. Relax. It's fine. Let's get ready."

Her words provided just enough comfort for me to start undressing as if it were high school after a track meet -- eyes never daring to look. I'm struggling to pull the dress over my thighs when Veronica interjected.

"No way you can wear panties with that dress."

Once again, I was flustered, "I can't just not wear underwear."

"Sure, you can. I promise nobody's gonna see your pussy unless you want them to."

I laughed, stepped out of the dress and pulled my panties off. Wriggling to fit the dress over my hips, I pause and remove my bra.

She questions, "How do I look?"

I pull the top of my dress up, stuffing each of my big tits down inside, turning to look at Veronica. Her skin tight little dress is barely covering her tight little body. Her handful sized tits look a cup size bigger as they're squeezed together and popping out. As she twirled around, the back of her dress perfectly highlighted her little curves and barely covered her perky butt.

"Wow, you look perfect."

"Thanks. And look, just so you know..."

She bends her knees apart and pulls the front of her skirt up to reveal her little olive skin lips and perfectly manicured finger width racing stripe.

"... can't wear panties with these dresses."

I felt myself getting wet as the last couple of minutes steam-rolled my mind. I thought I was getting over the thought of touching her, but this moment brought me right back. She pulled me out of the closet into the little hallway leading to the master bathroom, containing an incredible vanity and professional looking makeup setup. I was feeling more at ease as we touched up our makeup in the giant lighted mirror. Tossing on my new heels, we went back downstairs to meet up with the guys who were both changed and looking sharp; jeans and jackets.

We all had another drink and just with our prior adventure, limo service to the bar. Straight to the ritzy place this time, we all hung out, laughing and carrying on and I struggled to keep myself contained in my dress. Around 10pm Veronica decided it was time to go to the club, so we finished our drinks and headed for the door. Back in the limo I asked if we were going to the same club as last time and all Veronica would say was it was a place they've never been to before. It was a little far away so we mixed up a drink and chatted for a bit. Pulling into the parking lot, Steve pulled me close and almost let the cat out of the bag.

"Get ready, this is going to be different."

Before I could utter a word, Veronica announces that we're here and starts pulling me out of the limo. Unlike the other clubs, I couldn't help but notice this place was quite small comparatively, maybe half the size of the last place. No big lines or giant bouncers outside and big pink neon letters adorned the otherwise dark entrance, 'Secrets.' Sounded like a strip club and honestly, kind of looked like one.

We walked through the door to find the bouncer standing in front of another set of blackened doors and a ticket counter. Rick walked to the window, chatted with the girl for a moment, then a side door I hadn't seen, opened. A gorgeous girl wearing a cute little cocktail dress, wraps bright pink bands around our wrists, and ushers us through the door. Inside we climbed a set of stairs to a loft that overlooked the bar and dance floor. As usual, private VIP service for us, though much less upscale than before. We had a booth, a server, and seemingly nothing else. We sank into the booth, staring at the sparsely populated dance floor, and ordered drinks then Veronica broke the news.

"So, you probably noticed this isn't our normal club scene. This place was recommended by one of the guys. It's apparently the best swinger club in the state."

I was blown away. Of course, I knew this place was very different as I peered over the railing, through the lingering fog, and onto the patrons milling about in quite revealing clothing. From the strip club neon outside, to the sealed atrium with check-in up front, it was clear this place was something else. I hadn't thought our little conversation would lead me to this place with Rick and Veronica, but there I was. I was excited, but quite nervous at the same time. Veronica could sense it and I'm sure the blank expression on my face confirmed it for her.

"Hey, relax. We can just sit up here and have some drinks, people watch, and never even bother to go downstairs. And if we do go downstairs, we can just dance or whatever, we don't even have to check out the playrooms."

"Playrooms?" I mused, feeling the butterflies in my stomach that were already answering my question.

"Yeah, apparently they have three. There's a group room, a voyeur room, and a dungeon."

"A dungeon?" I laughed awkwardly.

"To each their own... pain ain't our thing, but from what I hear, they have all sorts of contraptions and stuff in there... and even a dominatrix on staff."

"Sounds like they thought of everything."

We all sat, staring down to the main level watching the crowd slowly build. Veronica pointed out that this was already better than her previous experience, noting that the crowd was much more mixed. There were a handful of 20-somethings, a handful in the 50+ crowd, and an overwhelming amount in their 30's and 40's. The age range was right, but I was really surprised by how attractive everyone was. Not to toot my own horn, but I know that I'm much better looking than most women my age -- and I work my ass off (on) to keep it that way.

A few drinks in and I was really loosening up. Veronica and I started dancing a bit as we watched the now half-full club buzz with a relaxed, but sexy energy. It honestly felt like a pretty normal club, but the outfits were a little skimpier and the DJ was playing a wider range of music than the usual flavor of the day. Before I knew it, I was having a great time. I was a little tipsy and really started feeding off the energy in the club. I moved closer to Veronica, pulling her in and dancing close with her. I felt her silky-smooth knee slid between my legs, hiking up my skirt and definitely showing my ass to our totally ignored husbands behind us. She pulled me in and gave me a soft kiss, as we began grinding together. Forehead to forehead, we stared in each other's eyes as we writhed to the rhythm of the now booming music and my pussy began to purr.

"We should go see what's up with those play rooms?"

Veronica was caught off guard, but flashed a quick grin and motioned for our waitress to bring us a couple of drinks. We turned to the guys who were both locked on us with fire in their eyes. It took little convincing to get the guys interested in not staring at us to go see the sights and we all ventured down the stairs, through the side door and into the mix. Veronica immediately located a wallflower couple wearing normal street clothes, who were sipping drinks and watching the room. After getting directions to the nearest playroom, we moved around the perimeter to find some plush red leather double doors with a neon pair of handcuffs above the door. A bouncer was standing next to the door, requesting to see our wrist bands.

Rick noted our pink bands give us full access to everything in the club as the giant man in a suit, pushed open one side of the doors and motioned for us to go through. A short hallway opened to a small dark room, lit only with red lights. A naked man was strapped to a huge wooden X in the middle of the room, being struck with short multi-ended whips by two leather clad women. One of the women was probably his wife as she looked similarly aged and a little heavy set, whereas the other must have been a professional as she was tall and perfect looking. In one of the corners there was a table with a young, skinny girl strapped to a metal table with a large muscular man tickling her with a big feathery implement and slapping her little tits harder than I could believe.

It took us all about 5 seconds to realize this wasn't our scene and we all struggled not to laugh as we made our about face and rushed to the door. We all hung on each other laughing as we moved back into the club. Granted, nothing about it was funny, but I think we were all shocked at how extreme it was compared to what we were into. Steve would later note that we should have known better as none of us were really that naïve. Veronica led us to the next room, right off the side of the bar. Similar to the first room, the second room was manned by a bouncer and had large purple leather doors, with a blue and pink neon lights that looked like several overlapping gender symbols. Rick called it immediately, "this has to be the group sex room."

Sure enough, after feeding through a similar hallway as we encountered in the BDSM room, we found ourselves in a room about twice the size with an elevated platform taking up nearly the entire space. There was only a couple of feet of walking room around the entire platform, which turned out to be a King Kong sized bed. There were a several couples tangled together in what looked to be too groups. The mix was similar to what we saw in the main room of the club and everyone was pretty attractive. A nearly naked cocktail waitress approached us out of nowhere as we stared at the show on the bed.

"Hey guys, feel free to grab a spot over there. You can use the cubbies on the side for your clothes and don't worry, I make sure nobody grabs the wrong stuff."

We all sorta looked at each other before Veronica spoke up, "Oh we're just checking it out."

"Ok, that's fine, but this room isn't for watching, it's for playing. If you want to watch, the voyeur room is behind the bar. Sorry, but it's either play or leave."

None of us were too disappointed and seemingly not ready for all of that as we exited the room, albeit a little flustered by being kicked out by a 5-foot girl in nipple tape, fishnets, and a skirt that covered half her ass. As we made our way around the bar, we decided to refill our drinks, trying to look for the entrance to the voyeur room. None of us could find it, so I asked the bartender who just motioned to walk to the other side of the bar as he mixed our drinks. We flashed our wristbands again and made our way to the other end of the long, silvery bar. Reaching the end, we turned to see a neon set of eyes tucked on the wall behind the bar.

Turning the corner and walking into a dark hallway under the lights, the wall turned into floor to ceiling glass. Through the glass we saw the largest of the rooms with four king sized beds, each surrounded by long white leather couches. We saw two of the beds each had a couple in them in various states of sex, with the couches nearest to them half-filled with other couples, some of who were engaged in their own acts. At the end of the hallway was another bouncer and appropriate glass double doors. We entered to find the room was nearly soundproof. The loud music from the club was hardly audible and we could talk normally or just listen to the sounds of sucking and moaning throughout the room.

"I think we should stay for the show," Veronica said, making it more of a question than a demand.

I looked at Steve who shrugged as Veronica and Rick sat on the far end. We filled in next to them, the guys on either end and us girls in the middle. The couple in the bed were still in their underwear, kissing and groping each other on their sides. He was tall, dark, handsome and muscular and she looked like a Playboy centerfold -- beautiful, buxom, blond with long picture-perfect salon curls and not an ounce of fat on her, despite her impossible curves. He was wearing skin tight white boxer briefs and she was in red lingerie. There was another couple across from us, older, watching intently and discreetly fondling each other down below as they sat stoically side by side.

We could hear the lapping tongues of the flawless couple in the bed as the moans from the other side of the room blended with the softened bass sounds from the club. Mr. and Mrs. Flawless were probably in their early 30's and took their time as they broke free from their little world to note their audience building. Mrs. Flawless rolled to her back, arching up as Mr. Flawless slowly pulled her bra down to expose her small erect nipple and take it into his mouth. She moved and twisted as his tongue flicked and his mouth sucked, all the while his eyes locked with mine. Without even thinking about it, I began rubbing Steve's thigh and grazing my hand over his growing bulge.

Mr. Flawless moved impossibly slow as his eyes moved to Veronica. I followed his gaze, turning to her as my hand began gripping the thickness through Steve's pants. To my surprise, Veronica had slid down a bit in her seat, legs spread wide and toying her pussy as Rick ran up her inner thigh and stroked himself through his pants. She stared intently at him until his eyes drifted back to Mrs. Flawless, still tracing around her nipples and gripping her big tits as her tense body looked to explode with anticipation. The sexual tension made me incredibly wet as time threatened to stand still.

A flash of embarrassment flowed over my face as Veronica glanced over to me and smiled, catching me watching her as I really started pawing at Steve's hard cock. At this point I didn't care and neither did she. She laid her head back and continued toying with herself as I watched. Steve pulled my hand off of his cock, leaned over onto me kissing my neck, and whispering in my ear, "would it be more fun to not get ahead of the show?"

Immediately I felt a rush of excitement. It was such a hot scene I just wanted to go wild and Veronica obviously felt the same, but Steve's idea reminded me of how I would tease him. It was so much fun for us, maybe it'd be fun for the whole group. As I leaned in to ask Veronica if she wanted to slow things down, she grabbed the back of my head and rammed her tongue down my throat. Our teeth gnashed together as she moaned into my mouth, tonguing me as deep as I could handle. I reciprocated, finding my hand sliding down her body and finding the wetness between her legs. Steve grabbed my thigh, pulling me from her spell and bringing me back.

With a smile, I pulled away and made the proposition, "we think it'd be more fun to slow down and not get ahead of the show."

Veronica pouted, "aawww... noooo."

"I think that's a great idea," Rick said, pulling his hand from the front of his pants and kissing Veronica on the cheek.

Still pouting she sat up straight, smirked at me as she leaned back into the couch and shimmied her skirt while we all resumed watching the show. The Flawlesses continued their slow and deliberate tease in front of us. Mr. Flawless was still squeezing her tits while she began lightly tracing the outline of his sizeable manhood, now pitching a tent past the top of the elastic band of his underwear. As he kissed her neck, Steve mirrored him, sucking and kissing on my neck while pulling the front of my skimpy dress down and exposing me to the room. My head rolled back and I felt another mouth on my neck and hand fondling my chest.