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 Chapter 7 - The Date

   Eric awoke to the feeling of something sliding out of his ass.  He rose
to find the vibrator that gave him so much pleasure, laying beside him with
it's batteries dead.  Feeling the pinch of time he started to quickly clean
himself and the room up.

   Picking up his jeans from the floor he took out the two cards he
received earlier at the bookstore.  He grabbed the red card that the
swingers gave him and dialed the number and reached the wife giving a
sultry hello.

   "Hi, this is Eric, we met at the bookstore...  your husband picked me
out."

   "Oh hi sweety, I told you we'd talk soon, how did that strap-on video
work out for you?"

   "I decided on another, anyway, I was wondering if I could take you up on
your offer," he said with the slightest quiver in his voice.

   "You're just an eager beaver," she laughed.  "Of course, you may be up
for more than you think."

   "I'm sure hoping so," Eric laughed back.  She went on to give him
directions to a nightclub, The Knockturnal, not far from his house and
arranged to meet each other there at ten giving Eric a couple hours to
mentally prepare himself.

   He decked himself out in his best club clothes--grey slacks, black
t-shirt, maroon button down half opened, and his silk boxers.  After
dowsing himself in Swurve, his favorite cologne, he left for the club.

   His stomach was all butterflies during the drive, but the moment he
stepped out of his car, he felt like a player.  Girls glanced at him from
the corners of their eyes as they walked by.  He was surprized that after
so many years out of the game, he still drew looks.  This boosted his
confidence and he went into the club.

   The woman said that she'd be with her husband at the back by the booths.
It was the darkest and most private area available, with plenty of privacy
to get to know each other.  He waded through the growing crowd, made a pit
stop at the bar for a shot of rum and a vodka and red bull.  He entered the
back room and spotted the couple.

   They sat at the far corner, away from all the lights and the dance
floor. She was wearing a sleek low cut black dress, split up the side to
the hip.  It showed off her cleavage quite well.  Her brown hair was pulled
up accentuating her neck and shoulders.  She was stunning.  The husband
wore a nice green v-neck shirt under a light khaki colored jacket.

   She spotted him while he walked over.  They both stood up to greet him.
The man had a weak but friendly handshake and the woman gave him a warm
hug, pressing her body against his, and kissed him fully on the lips,
gently pulling his bottom lip with her own as she released.

   "We haven't been properly introduced," she said.  "I'm Victoria and my
husband is Ryan." She invited Eric to sit in the middle and they ordered a
couple more rounds.  The conversation was casual at first but quickly led
to sex.  What was his sexual experience?  How explorative had he been? 
Etc...

   The interview process basically came to a close when a song came on the
Victoria had to dance to and she invited them both to accompany her.  She
led them to the dance floor then positioned Eric in front of her as Ryan
was grinding her from behind.  The rhythm was very tribal, great for
bumping and grinding.  Ryan would occassionally knead her tits, triggering
Eric to squeeze her ass and nibble on her neck.  He felt Ryan's hand at his
crotch and looked down to see it buried behind her dress.  Ryan brought it
up to Eric, who smelled Victoria's juices and licked them from the
fingertip.

   They both had crazed looks of lust in their eyes.  Victoria leaned
forward, licking and nibbling on Eric's ear and then whispered, "Come on
sweety, lets go have some real fun."

   Ryan led the way with Victoria pulling Eric along by the hand.  When
they were held up by the crowd, she would fondle his crotch before moving
on.  Other people noticed, smiled and made comments that weren't audible
over the music.  By the time they made out side Eric's dick was a tent in
his pants.  "Damn silk boxer," he thought to himself.

   Hailing a taxi, Ryan left his wife to making out with Eric.  She was so
aroused Eric could feel the heat emenating from her pusy when she ground it
against his hard cock.  When the cab arrived Ryan looked back smiled and
called for them to hop in the car.

   Once again Eric was seated in the middle.  Ryan said it would be less
than ten minutes to get back to their place.  Victoria took the opportunity
to french Eric as she fondled his growing member.  He caught the eyes of
the cabby glancing back to witness the lustful activities.  Eric just
closed his eyes and went with the flow.

   She had fished his cock out of his pants while swirling her tongue
around his mouth.  He brought his hand to her crotch and found that she was
missing her panties and that her slit was just soaked with juices.  "Good
thing she's wearing black," he thought to himself.  He reached up to fondle
her breast when he noticed that her arm was to her side.  A little baffled,
Eric looked down to see Ryan's hand pumping away at his cock.

   The car came to a stop, causing them all to shuffle themselves around
and adjust their clothing.  Ryan paid the man as Victoria and Eric stepped
out of the cab.  Eric looked at an almost mansion like house, in the middle
of an oak lined block.  He recognized the town as Ellyn Valley.  Following
Ryan up to the house, Victoria squeezed Eric's ass and whispered to him,
"Time to turn the fantasies real." Eric couldn't wait.