The Deal Ch. 4

I told Patrick to clean himself up as I started to dress. It was already past eleven, and I still needed a hard dick in my pussy. Patrick could have serviced me, and for a brief moment, I considered letting him hammer his ten inch cock into me, but the whole point of this weekend was to drive him crazy with desire, and besides, I could fuck him any time I wanted. After eight years of marriage, I still could make him come whenever the mood struck me. And usually that was at least twice a day, sometimes more. But now, on this trip, I was in charge, and I intended to enjoy the situation to its fullest.

I knew what I was going to wear. I had brought several outfits for the weekend, and had planned the celebration very carefully. I spent a few minutes on my hair. It's a light shade of auburn, and the red highlights compliment my green eyes and lightly freckled complexion. I was in the bathroom, putting a few curlers in the area that was most in need, (Jabar had messed me up a little as he came in my mouth) and all the time thinking about Patrick in the other room. I had not told him to get dressed yet. He was in the bed room, on the other side of the door, naked, waiting for my instructions.

I picked up the remote control from the dressing table, and moved the dial to five. That was half way to full power. With a wicked smile, I placed my finger on the button that would activate the vibrating cock ring and butt plug my husband was wearing.

"Patrick, are you standing up?" I asked through the closed door.

"No, ma'am. Did you want me for something?"

"Yes. Come to the door, but don't come in."

I heard the bed springs as he stood up and padded over and stood just outside the bathroom door.

"Yes, ma'am?"

I put the remote control down. "Are you having a good time?"

"Now?" He asked.

"Yes. Now, and all evening. Are you having fun?"

"I...do you mean...well, yes, I am sort of enjoying myself. Ma'am."

I took the curlers out and began brushing my hair. As we talked through the closed bathroom door, I touched up my makeup. I don't wear a lot of stuff, mostly a little liner and some pancake, and of course, lipstick. My face was right, so I began to dress. First, the panties. Black is Patrick's favorite color, and I wanted him to enjoy this weekend. I slipped my legs into the lacy silk black panties. I don't know why I bothered. They have no crotch, and my pubic hair was peeking right out the middle. My pubes are darker than my other hair, and the blackness of the panties and the darkness of my pubic hair blended together. A man would need look closely to realize that my bush was exposed. Look closely or touch. And I knew that shortly, a man, some man, would be doing both.

"Oh, poor baby. You mean you're only 'sort of' enjoying yourself?"

"Oh, no. I mean, I am enjoying myself. It's just that...well, I really need to fuck you. Ma'am."

I had put on my garter belt by now, and was in the process of rolling my left stocking up my leg. I love wearing garters and stockings. There is something just so decadent about feeling the silk stockings as they unfurl and then connect to the garter snaps on the belt. I hadn't answered him after his last statement. I continued to dress, now pulling up the other stocking. The garter belt was framing my panty covered pussy, with a border of white silky skin over the top of my garter belt, and complimented with the exposed skin of my upper thighs, the area between the stocking tops and the panties. I ran my blood red fingernails over this area, this tender portion of my body! I was getting hot all over again.

My mind's eye could see Patrick on the other side of the door, standing there, his dick still imprisoned within the confines of his cock ring. I imagined his full balls, swelling with desire. I could close my eyes and see his hairy chest, his little nipples already firm with anticipation. Patrick loves to have me suck on his nipples. At first, when we start to make love, they are almost too sensitive to touch. They tickle. But once we get started, once I've had his cock in my mouth for a few moments, once I've run my tongue into his ass hole a few times, I reach up and catch his right nipple between my fingers, and begin to kneed it, to roll it around between my thumb and my first finger.

Once it becomes hard, I take my fingernail and run it inside the ridges of his nipples, raking it, and finally, I start to pinch it, to twist it. That's usually when I speed up my cock sucking. Dropping another inch or so down his hard dick, I usually will bare my teeth on his cock at this point. That's something he likes a lot! He enjoys the pain involved in a rough blow job. I will usually start to bite his cock harder as I twist his nipples harshly between my fingers. My other hand is usually working a finger into his ass hole by this time, and...and... Wait. I'm getting carried away.

At any rate, as I stand in the bathroom, I'm now almost ready to put on my dress. I thought about a bra. I have several, but I seldom wear them. My breasts are full, and very well shaped. I wear a 38DD cup, but they are firm and tight, and while it is obvious when I am braless, it is not because they sag, but rather because the nipples stand out almost a 3/4 of an inch from my breasts. Patrick speaks to me again. "Did I anger you by saying I want to fuck you?"

I remained silent. Fuck the bra. I removed the dress from the hanger. It is black, with a white lapel. It wraps around me, and fastens with two buttons at the waist. When I walk, I can make it open in the front, reveling as much of my legs as I wish. There are no other buttons or fasteners on the dress at all! Two buttons hold it closed. Two small buttons. And I only fastened one.

The shoes. I have three pairs of heels with me. One is black, with an open side, and open toe. They are about four inches and very shinny. Another pair, a bit higher, red satin, closed toes. Too conservative for the dress, but the color is flashy. Another pair. Black with white bows. Perfect, except they are only about two and a half inch heels. I try on all three pairs. My hand touches the dressing table for balance. I see the remote control again. This time, when I pick it up, I look at the closed door, the barrier between my husband and myself.

"Patrick?"

"Yes, ma'am?"

I push the button. I cannot hear the vibrating, but I can hear him gasp. I turn the dial. Six. Seven. Eight! I imagine him quivering, I imagine his cock rising to its full length, attaining its solid hardness. I let it continue as I slip into my shoes. The shinny black ones with the open sides and toes. And then I stop. That's enough for now. He can hear me through his sudden passion.

"Patrick?"

"Yes ma'am?"

"Did you come?"

"I'm very close. Do you want me to?"

"No. You may not come yet. Get dressed now. You have three minutes." I slip the controller inside my purse. The night is waiting!

We do not speak as we ride the elevator to the lobby. It stops on the tenth floor, and a very nice looking man gets in. He smiles at Patrick and myself. The door closes and the elevator starts down again. I open the skirt of my dress and adjust my stockings. The stranger watches. So does my husband. Neither say anything. I run my hand along the silk stocking, smoothing them out. I continue to run my hands along the top of the hose, and now over my naked thighs. And I stop when my fingertips touch the tip of my panties. I straighten up, my dress closes as quickly as it opens. The stranger doesn't know what to say, what to do. The elevator stops on the fifth floor. A woman enters. We all smile. As it descends again, I reach over to the stranger and remove his pen from his shirt pocket. I reach down and take his hand. Opening his palm, I simply write 1642 on his skin. I replace the pen in his pocket. The woman assumes I am with the stranger. That he is my husband, or my date. The elevator tops at the lobby, and Patrick and I step out. She is confused. And the stranger, the stranger only stands there, looking at his hand. Looking at the number I've written on it.

Looking at our room number.

As we wait for the valet to bring our car, I feel an undeniable feeling of raw power! I know there is no man I cannot have, no thing I cannot do. Nothing will be too outrageous, nothing will be too daring! My pussy will be my toy for the next two days, and I will play with it in any fashion I wish. And my husband will be right there, watching as I have my fill of hard cocks and firm tongues. He will watch and help others as they do whatever I want done to my cunt, watch as I do whatever I want to other men's dicks, to other men's cocks, their balls, their asses! I am without limits. I am a whore turned loose with her husband's approval. And I intend to do whatever and whoever I wish!

The car arrives. The valet opens the door on the passenger side for me. I look at him and at the back door. He realizes his mistake. Closing the front door, he opens the back door, and I enter the car. Patrick gets in the drivers seat and starts the car. I know the valet is confused. I could care less. Patrick starts the car, and asks, "Where to?"

I utter two words. "Sans Soci". French for, "Without Guilt." He knows the place. I lean back and begin to plan. This is going to be an exceptional night.

I remember the first night Patrick ever took me to Sans Soci. I had never been to a swing club before, but knew they existed. It was my idea, really. Patrick was a great deal more worldly then I was in those days, but I was always the more adventuresome. He told me that the club was probably too risque for my tastes. But I insisted, and with a bit of oral persuasion, (I gave him a blow job as he was getting ready to go to the office) he finally relented and said we'd go there the next night.

Time seemed to drag between when he said we could go and the time we actually got in the car to begin the trip. Dallas is about an hour and a half from where we lived at the time, and I couldn't wait. I'd already made up my mind that I was going to enjoy myself, at least to the extent that Patrick would let me, but was pretty sure that "fun" wasn't going to actually include my fucking anyone other than my husband.

I'd made some preparations the day of the trip, things like new underwear, garters, silk stockings, etc, and as a last minute idea, I'd even trimmed my pubic hair to the point that it was more like a thin coat of soft red down, rather than the full bush I usually sport! I didn't tell Patrick about that part. After all, a girl's got to have some secrets!

As we drove to the club, I asked my husband dozens of questions about what to expect. He told me about the place, in detail. His first wife and he had been heavy into swapping, and I knew he was speaking from experience. My pussy was literally dripping by the time we got there. In the parking lot, just before we got out of the car, Patrick took my hand.

"Rachael, I want you to enjoy yourself. I won't be jealous about anything you do, as long as you include me in your activities. When we go through those doors, all bets are off concerning our regular way of doing things, and I want you to keep that in mind."

"I understand," I told him, not really understanding anything at all.

"Okay. Let's go." He gave me a deep kiss, squeezed my right breast, making my nipple harden instantly, and then opened his car door and got out. When he came around to my side to let me out, I swung my legs higher then necessary, but I wanted him to be the first to see what I was wearing under my clothing. He let out a low whistle.

"Oh, baby, I had no idea. How about a quick fuck before we go in?"

"Probably not, but I'll keep you in mind."

With that I was out of the car and half way to the door. I guess a casual observer might think I was a bit hot to trot. And they'd have been right! Patrick caught up with me at the door. We entered together. The outside doors led into a small ante room. There was a man wearing a tux just inside the door. He welcomed us and then recognized my husband. That probably facilitated our admittance. Within a few seconds, the door between the little room and the main hall buzzed, and without further ado, we were inside the main area.

I must say, at first blush, it seemed like any other club. The women were a bit more provocatively dressed, and I noticed that most seemed to be unaware of how much flesh they were showing. But on the surface, it seemed like any other club. We found a table and sat down. It was close to the dance floor, but there was no one dancing at the moment. I would say the club was about half full, and I wasn't particularly impressed. The disk jockey's booth was empty, but a cigarette was smoldering in the ashtray nearby. He'd probably run to the men's room. We settled in and Patrick ordered our drinks. The waitress knew him. I was wondering just how often he'd been in the place, and how recently. I didn't have time to consider these questions. The disk jockey bounced back unto the dance floor, and into his booth. He started the records as well as his own line of prattle!

"Hello, earlybirds! We're back with more platters and light matters, and it's time for a fast one! Grab your girl, (or someone else's) and let's do it. And let's make this a three person couple!"

I had no idea was that meant. (I later found out that was two men and one woman, or vice-versa, dancing as a team.) I never like to dance when I first get to a club, preferring to get the lay of the land before I jump into anything. But that night, when a good looking guy named Jay asked if I would join him and his wife for the next dance, I guess I was a bit taken back. Before I knew what was happening, I was on the dance floor, sandwiched between Jay and his wife Jan. She was a fine looking blonde, and wore a red, strapless dress, cut low in the front, and very short. The dance was a fast moving one, "I'm So Excited!" and the tempo was upbeat and hot!

Now, I've danced with a lot of guys, and thought I'd seen and felt everything that could happen on a dance floor. But when Jan started to lift the hem of her dress, already very short and revealing, she shocked me. I remember wondering when she would stop its upward ascent. The top of her stockings were very visible, and I watched as more and more of her thighs came into view. But she didn't stop. I couldn't believe it. She had lifted the hem to her waist, showing her pantyless, shaved pussy to all who wanted to see! Oddly enough, it seemed like only myself and Jay were watching. And I could tell by the look of anticipation in her eyes, she was waiting for me to follow suit.

I glanced over to Patrick. He was watching the show and encouraged me with a knowing smile. What the hell, if he didn't care, well, I was there to have fun! I began to raise the hem of my dress also. I originally intended to go only as high as the tops of my stockings, but something made me throw caution to the wind, and I found myself strutting on the dance floor, my hem in my hand, and my pantied cunny on view for whoever cared to watch. And Jay watched! He moved closer to me, putting me between Jan and himself. They worked in unison to close me in, almost as if I were in the middle of a dance sandwich.

As they moved closer, I could feel Jan's hands on my shoulders, rubbing, pulling me backward toward her. Jay moved closer...Suddenly I felt hands massaging my ass. It was Jan! She had her hands on my ass cheeks, kneading them with a sensual touch that I'd never felt from a woman. And Jay joined in. His hands were touching my neck, and slid down to the shoulders, touching my bare skin. I was getting very hot! I couldn't see Patrick, but knew he was watching me. Suddenly the music changed. A slow song replaced the hectic pace of the first, and almost as if on cue, Jay reached out and pulled me toward him; Jan was right behind me.

The three of us were moving as one, but now Jan's hands were inside my panties, rubbing my ass, raking her nails across my flesh. Jay had moved down to my breasts, and his hands covered my tits, teasing my nipples, making me hornier than I'd been in years. I realized why his hands were having that effect on me. My breasts were exposed! He'd undone the few buttons on the top of my dress, and had pulled it open enough to free my big boobs! Once they were free of the confines of the dress, his hands moved south, and I felt him running his fingers across my pussy! All that was between him and my mound was the satin panties I had covering my cunt.

These two were a team! His fingers had no sooner touched me in my secret place when I felt Jan's hands reach up and cup my tits. My first reaction to all this was to run back to Patrick, but because of the way the two of them had me wedged between them, and because of the darkness of the club, and mostly because my pussy was dripping with passion, I stayed my ground. Even when I felt Jay reach up to the waistband of my panties, and start lowering them over my hips. I knew I shouldn't allow this, but I wanted it! I wanted it bad! He had my panties down, my pussy being fondled without any resistance! In fact, when he released them, they fell to the floor, and without missing a beat, I stepped out of them, leaving them there, unconcerned about how obvious my sluttish behavior had become! Jay had his fingers, two of them, already inside my cunt, and as the three of us continued to dance, I could feel myself giving over to his experienced hands. I wanted to come! His wife was twisting my nipples between her fingers, as her husband pumped his fingers into my hot snatch! I had closed my eyes, giving myself over to the feelings that were coursing though my body. I wanted this dance to go on forever!

I hadn't noticed anything except the two of them for what seemed like hours. Suddenly I was aware that something had changed. I opened my eyes to discover a blue spot light was shining directly on the three of us. Not only that, but we were the only ones on the dance floor! Everybody else had stood aside, making us the star of the show. And everybody else in the entire club was watching the three of us!

Patrick included! As hot as I was at that moment, I wasn't hot enough to publicly fucked, which obviously was what they had in mind. Breaking away from them, I mumbled something about having to find my husband, stooped down to grab my panties off the floor, and scurried off the floor and out of the spotlight. I made it back to Patrick and sat down immediately. I half expected him to scold me for my sluttish behavior, and I half expected him to tell me that I needed to behave myself. I didn't know what I was going to tell him, how to explain my sudden exhibitionist display.

I needn't have worried. He took my hand in his, and moved it under the table to his lap. I felt what he wanted me to feel. His cock was out of his pants, and harder than the wood on the table before us. I instinctively wrapped my hand around it and began to stroke it up and down as he told me how excited he was. He was not disappointed in my behavior, but rather, saddened by the fact that I had stopped!

"I really thought you'd suck his cock, Rachael," he said as I continued to stroke his hard dick. "If you'd have fallen to your knees and started to blow him, I would have come right here, without anyone touching me!"

"You wouldn't have been mad?"

"Mad! Are you crazy! What kind of a place do you think this is? Listen sweetie, before tonight is over, you'll see more cocks and pussies than you thought possible in one place, and most of them will have mouths on them!"

"I wanted to suck him, but it's so public here!"

As I said these words, Patrick's cock jumped in my hand. I knew I was having an effect on him. I continued my jerking of his cock as I kept talking.