How We Began Swinging

"Is this your first visit here?" She asked Sharon.

"She works downstairs," Julia answered for her, "She just wanted to take a look."

"You should work up here," Lisa said, "I can tell that you'd fit right in."

"Bit early yet," Sharon said as the petite brunette with short dark hair hopped into the swing. "I'm still getting my head around it."

"Fair enough," Lisa said, "I'll have a chat with you after if you like?"

Sharon was watching Lisa spread her legs and part her pussy lips in anticipation of one of the men filling her.

"She's a bit dumbstruck." Julia grabbed Sharon's hand, "It might be time for her to go back downstairs and have a drink."

Sharon snapped back into reality and decided to sit the night out behind the safety of the bar.

"I might watch from the bar, serve a few drinks, stuff like that."

"No worries," Julia said, "That means I might go find me some cock."

"You go girl," Lisa said, "Here, Sharon, we can be who we really want to be without fear, without being judged."

Sharon had rapidly learnt that Lisa was right. She wasn't fearing for her safety, nor did anyone pressure her. Her prejudices about swingers had been totally blown out of the water.

For the remainder of the night though Sharon served naked men and women drinks at the bar and occasionally wandered around the club. She joined in conversations that were completely normal in any location. People talked sport, politics, real estate and to her delight, literature. As the night went on the sex was less sporadic and couples sat back in the spa relaxing with glasses of sparkling water and champagne.

Other small groups had showers and headed off into the Surry Hills night.

"Here," Kay handed her an envelope, "Vince said you should at least get paid for serving the drinks,"

"Really?" Sharon peered into the envelope and found $300. She was speechless.

"He's a good man," Kay said, "He said that you can pop up anytime you like but you're still needed downstairs mainly."

"That's fine," Sharon popped the money into her hand bag, "I enjoyed tonight, thanks for showing me around."

Kay kissed her on the cheek and Sharon ended the night like she had on many other occasions, alone and sexless.

For the next five weeks she never went back upstairs but kept an eye on those who moved from eating their meals downstairs, to walking up the twenty steps to decadence.

At home she read more and more erotic stories about swingers, she watched double penetration, orgy and gang-bang videos picking up whatever techniques she didn't already know. She spent some of the $300 extra that she'd earned on two dildoes, one for her pussy and the other for her arse.

She could see herself walking around the bar being fingered, fondled and groped by all and sundry. The decadence was alluring, the temptation irresistible.

She was tempted not only by the extra funds, but also by the decadence, by the unbridled debauchery that was playing out above her head. For weeks she fantasised about what she had seen. How she could have truly sucked the pre-cum off the swelling cocks, how she could have been Maria or Lisa or the unnamed asian lady.

Her masturbation and experimentation with sex-toys increased to a point where she often had one rubber cock in every hole. She loved the feeling of having a cock in her arse and one in her pussy. That heady mixture of pain and pleasure excited her like no other.

Five weeks earlier everything she knew and understood about relationships had changed. In the back of her mind she'd always thought that those upstairs were sluts and losers and that no relationship would survive such a lifestyle. She'd thought that those swapping partners upstairs had no chance of lasting. That swinging was a dying couples last gasp.

On one Friday night she was chatting to a couple when she felt a hand rest on her hip. It wasn't a sexual advance, just a hand seeking the attention of the recipient. When she turned to see who it was she nearly dropped the tray of drinks in shock.

Standing behind her was a lady she knew as Mrs Thompson and a man she correctly assumed was her husband and another taller, nervous looking man.

When Sharon was at high school Mrs Thompson was her English head teacher and mentor. Mrs Thompson was Sharon's inspiration to become an English teacher. Throughout her six years at high school Mrs Thompson was always there for her. When Sharon's parents broke up, thanks to her father's philandering, Mrs Thompson consoled her. When a school friend died in a car accident, Mrs Thompson was there to throw an arm around her.

Now here was Mrs Thompson, her husband and a tall stranger in the downstairs of a loosely disguised swingers club.

"Mrs Thompson," Sharon said, "I, um." Uncharacteristically Sharon was lost for words. How exactly do you welcome someone that you have known, someone you knew, loved and respected into a venue like that in which she worked.

"How are you Sharon," Mrs Thompson bent forward and kissed her on the cheek. "This is Peter my husband and Marcus, a friend of his from work."

Sharon shyly nodded to them both.

"Mrs Thompson..." Sharon began to talk but Mrs Thompson cut her off with her signature raising of her right hand.

"It's Caz now Sharon," she laughed, "No more Mrs Thompson, okay."

"Ok," Sharon said meekly, "I'm sorry."

"Boy's," Caz said to the two men lingering behind her. "Go get a drink while I have a quick chat with Sharon."

Caz told Sharon everything that she'd really wanted to say years ago. She told Sharon how she had an open relationship that was built on trust and although temptations still existed, they could easily be either fulfilled or expelled. Caz told her about how she loved to be fucked by numerous men. How she loved to feel filled and how she adored the taste of a woman's pussy.

Sharon couldn't help but feel aroused, intensely aroused. When Caz leant across and kissed Sharon on the lips Sharon didn't resist. She felt her tongue enter Caz's mouth, Caz's hands resting on her hips and sliding around to her buttocks. When Caz broke free she noticed how Sharon's eyes were glazed, how she looked much like she had when she began living a hidden and alternative life all those years ago.

Vince was watching from the bar and was speaking to Julia on the phone. The flu had taken a hold of Julia and she was a mess. As he watched Sharon kissing the middle aged woman in the bar, he took her aside. Vince had never had to ask girls to move upstairs. In his view the more willing they were to join, the better they'd be.

"Were you okay with that," he nodded towards Caz.

"More than okay," Sharon said "Could I do a shift upstairs tonight?"

Vince looked down at the petite 25 year old and smiled. "Excellent, I didn't even have to ask," he said, "Julia is sick with the lurgy, she's not coming in"

"Everything happens for a reason," Sharon said as she hopped up out of the chair and undid her apron.

Once more Vince reiterated his stance that she didn't have to do anything she didn't want to and if any men were to be aggressive to give him a call.

With a distinct spring in her step Sharon darted up the stairs and into the staff change room.

She didn't have any special clothes to wear, no stockings, no suspenders, no sexy underwear. All she had was one of the short aprons to wrap around her waist and the long boots she'd worn to work.

'What a way to start' she thought as she got undressed. She studied herself in the mirror and had to admit that she looked pretty hot wearing just the boots and the tiny apron around her waist. She pulled her long black curly hair out of her pony tail and teased it a bit with some water.

"Here we go," she said to her reflection before she walked out of through the door and into the room where her life would change forever.

She went immediately across to the bar and began to pour beers for the three men who stood semi-naked at the bar, watching and admiring her on the other side.

Sharon had a quick look around the bar and saw that Kay was over on the lounge sitting on some blokes lap and having a chat with the group of men around her.

Sitting at one of the tables was another lady in her thirties with short blond hair and a fine physique. She was wearing a mini skirt and fishnets and like Kay, was surrounded by men.

The three men at the bar were admiring Sharon's petite form as she went about her work setting up the bar.

"You're new here," one of them said as she passed him his drink.

"Yep," Sharon smiled and looked down at the towel wrapped around his waist, wishing it wasn't there.

"You'll have to come around here and undo the towel though," he said.

"Sorry," she smiled back at him, "But I have to go and serve a few more drinks first." She took the tray with a few glasses of wine and beer off the bar.

"For fuck's sake," one of the others said when he saw her walk around the bar with the tray of drinks, "That is one nice arse."

"Actually," said the man who had refused to take off his towel. "You win, here's a before shot." He opened his towel and a sizeable cock hung down.

Sharon felt a shiver run down her spine and her nipples harden. That was going to be hers. One cock of the many that she would suck and fuck that night.

She had a look around the room and the gender balance was certainly skewed towards the males. Caz and her two accomplices came into the room and headed straight towards her.

"You look fantastic," Caz said. "We're in for some fun tonight aren't we boys?" She turned to her husband and Marcus behind him who was trying not to stare at Sharon's pert breasts.

"Let's go get ready then." Caz said and headed off down to the group change room.

Sharon went dutifully back to serving the drinks and checking out the talent that was in the room. She sauntered over to the group in the middle with the blond and introduced herself.

"Are you Julia's replacement tonight?" one of the men said.

"I am indeed," Sharon said.

"I certainly hope that you work as hard as Julia does," he said, "Because she's a trooper."

"I'll do my best."

"I'm Emma by the way," she said "That's Phil my husband, he never introduces himself nor I"

"Typical male," Sharon said, laughed and went back to the bar wondering what to do next.

As if reading her mind Kay hopped off the lap of one of the men she was sitting on and came over.

"Now I guess you're wondering what happens next?" she said.

"You read my mind," Sharon said.

"You're remind me of myself when I first started three years ago."

Sharon was impressed, "You've been doing this for three years?"

"Indeed," she said, "The way Julia and I work is that we kind of pretend that this is our own party."

"Ok," Sharon said. "So I should just be the congenial and friendly host."

"The congenial, friendly and incredibly sexy host," Kay said as she rubbed Sharon on the arm.

"Oh guess who's here," Sharon said.

"I have no idea," Kay said, "Lord Lucan?"

"My old English teacher."

"Really," Kay said genuinely amazed. "Which one is he?"

"It's not a he, it's a she."

"Emma?" she asked.

"No," Sharon said, "It's Caz."

Kay looked around the room searching for Caz and her husband Peter.

"She's getting ready," Sharon said, "She shouldn't be long."

"I can't believe that Caz is your old teacher," Kay said and picked up a tray of drinks, "She's one wild lady."

"I can't believe it either," Sharon said, "She lives a double life."

"Fuck," Kay said, "Don't we all." She put the drinks down and continued. "What do you think I do during the day?"

"I have no idea."

"I'm a financial counsellor with the Salvation Army."

Sharon just stood there imagining Kay in a Salvos uniform.

Kay continued "So no, I don't go around telling people I work in a swingers club."

"Do you wear a Salvos uniform?"

"Fuck no," Kay said, "They're too daggy."

"Wish she would just on one night," One of the guys at the bar chimed in, "I'd love to fuck her in a Salvo's uniform."

"That's just so inappropriate," Kay said in mock admonishment.

After a few minutes chatting about how useless men were and how if they didn't have a cock they'd be going to the tip by the truckload, Sharon went for a quick stroll down to the change room to see if Caz and her party wanted a drink.

She expected to see them getting undressed, she didn't expect to see Caz sitting naked and spread legged on a chair while slowly stroking her husband's cock.

Shocked, Sharon just stood in the doorway with her mouth agape.

"I'm just taking some of the wrinkles out," Caz said, "It got squashed up in the car."

Sharon noticed that Marcus was still dressed and was sitting on one of the chairs and she gave a quizzical look to Caz.

"Oh Marcus is a bit nervous," Caz said, "It's his first time here at the club."

"Well," Sharon said pleased that she wasn't the only novice. "So am I Marcus."

Marcus stared at her and had a look of amazement and admiration on his face.

Remembering what Kay had said about running the place like it was your own party, Sharon made Marcus an offer.

"You can come and help me behind the bar if you like," she said, "Although you will need to get undressed and wear the obligatory towel."

"I suppose I could do that," he said in a deep voice that Sharon was immediately attracted to.

"Here," Caz said getting up out of the chair and releasing her husbands cock, "I'll help you get undressed."

"I'm going to go get a beer," Peter said and wrapped a towel around his waist. His cock was tenting the towel quite significantly and as he edged his way past Sharon, who deliberately didn't move away from the doorway, he brushed up against her. She felt his cock rub against her hips as he squeezed past and she took in an involuntary sharp breath as he did so.

Caz, who was 43, only about 5' 4" and had never had children of her own was in perfect shape and Sharon couldn't help but be impressed. She started undoing Marcus's shirt and he was more than willing to help. She looked over to Sharon who was still standing in the doorway, her heart beating faster as he got undressed.

"Marcus has never had two women at once," Caz said, "He's just fucked me with Peter."

"Really?" Sharon said as she moved into the room. "Well he's more experienced than me because I've never had anything other than just one guy."

"Well," Caz said, "I think that we should change that right here and right now, don't you think?"

Sharon sauntered over to Marcus who was now kicking his shoes off in anticipation of his pants being removed.

"He's certainly seemed to have changed his attitude," Sharon said.

"I think he likes you," Caz said, "I've known him long enough to tell."

"How long?" Sharon had to ask.

Caz started to unbuckle his belt, "Oh about six months now," she said, "I really want to keep this cock to myself though,"

"Let's see it then," Sharon squatted down next to Caz and sub-consciously licked her lips. As she squatted she could feel her pussy open slightly.

"If I'm not mistaken you've never kissed another woman either have you?" Caz asked as she zipped down his fly.

"Not in the way you're thinking, Miss," Sharon said before realising her error but before Caz could admonish her, Marcus interrupted.

"I like that," he said, "That dirty teacher - student liaison."

"Do you now," Caz said and pulled his pants down around his ankles. "Well one day you can come to my office and we'll fuck in a classroom."

"Knowing you you'll have some of the students fuck you as well," he said.

"Hey," she slapped him hard on the thigh, "Enough of that talk, you know we keep that separate."

"Yeah, I know," he said with a pronounced lift in his voice as Caz ran her fingers around the waistband of his underpants.

Sharon was shaking with anticipation as Caz teasingly pulled the elastic strap down over his swollen cock. Sharon could barely conceal her joy when his cock popped out and was already two-thirds erect. It wasn't huge, nor was it small, it was the perfect goldilocks cock, just right.

Caz grabbed it and brought it to her mouth sucking in his head in one glorious motion.

"Oh fuck," Marcus moaned, "That is glorious."

She drew a strand of precum off his knob and it hung tantalisingly down between them. She looked over at Sharon who was in a trance of desire and had begun to rub her pussy as she waited. The smile she gave Sharon snapped her out and Sharon moved over and dipped her tongue under the hanging man jam. When her tongue came in contact with the tangy semen Caz joined her and the two of them kissed for the first time.

Caz embraced her former student and Marcus stepped back and pulled all his clothes off. Admiring the display of feminine affection before him he stood there stroking his cock while enjoying the fine features of the two women before him. The girl's hands were exploring each others bodies with a determination and knowledge of pleasure zones that women can show each other.

Once more the girls kissed and Marcus pushed his cock between their mouths.

"Ok you two," he said as they licked along his shaft, "I've lost all my inhibitions, well done."

Caz looked up at him and Sharon took her future husband's knob into her mouth for the first time.

"You have no inhibitions you evil bastard," Caz said.

Marcus just laughed and held the back of Sharon's head as she expertly licked, sucked and deep-throated his cock.

"I think we should go out into the bar," Caz said.

"I think you should too," said her husband Peter who had reappeared at the doorway. "There are people out there going thirsty."

"Damn," Sharon said, "Isn't Kay available."

"Kay's busy," he said.

"Doing what?" Sharon said as she stood up and straightened her apron.

"Come and find out."

The four naked and semi-naked swingers walked down the aisle and back out into the main bar where Kay was up on the lounge in the corner rubbing her pussy with a vibrator as a man slid a thin dildo into her arse.

"Christ," Marcus said, "That's unreal."

"Come with me," Sharon said to him, "You made a promise."

"No worries," he said as he tied his towel around his waist.

As she walked past Emma she saw that she was stroking both her husband Phil's cock and that of another man.

"What have you been up to?" said one of the bar men. "We almost had to help ourselves."

Sharon stopped dead in her tracks, turned to the three men and with a fake scolding tone said.

"Well maybe you should do just that."

Marcus kept on going around to the bar and watched as Sharon undid her apron tossed it to him. There she stood, naked except for a pair of black boots, with three men that she had never met before, ready to fuck her. She had never felt so powerful, so in control over her sexuality, than she did right at that moment.

Marcus, who was opening beer after beer, was impressed not only by her tiny, petite physique, but also by her outrageous horniness.

"You'd all better have a feel of this before it goes getting all messy," she said.

The three men pulled her into themselves and she savoured the attention and caresses of their hands. Fingers pulled and tweaked at her nipples, palms rubbed her arse and her pussy lips were spread and explored. Her breath had become short and ragged and she turned herself around towards the rest of the room so she could watch the action unfolding.

She felt the cock of the man in the middle rubbing against the small of her back and she almost instinctively began to grind back into it feeling it grow harder, and eliciting welcoming groans from man as she did so.

The man on her left began to suck on her left tit and she reached down with each hand and began to rub the cocks of both men. A cock in each hand and one pushing into her back was the first time she'd ever come into contact with more than one cock at any one time. Boy did it feel good.