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CLUB FUN

by mnelson



Man, I'm so excited I'm shaking.  Tonight, finally, it's Heide, sweet,
sweet, Heide.  Wait, let me back up - I'm not making any sense.

My wife, Susan, and I are swingers.  We found out kind of by accident.
I mean our sex life was great.  We fucked and sucked in almost every
imaginable way possible for the first five years we were married.
Bondage.  Anal.  Toys.  I mean we really were good at it, and good
together.  Anyway, one day we were playing this dirty board game
somebody had given us, sort of a porno "truth or dare."  Each player
writes down one fantasy on a card, and at the end the winner gets his
fulfilled.  Mine was to fuck two women at once.  Hers was to fuck two
men.  This got us talking about it, and we agreed that we really
wanted to try foursomes.

The problem was how?  And who?  I mean you can't just ask friends, or
people at work.  What do you say the next day, "Hi, Phil.  Your wife
gives good head."?   No, too weird.

Cruising bars was right out.  Who knows what kind of ax-murderer you
might find.

We went to a swingers motel once, and stayed about ten minutes.
Basically it was gross.  Dumpy, unattractive middle-aged people
romping naked with KY tubes.  No thanks.

One day I was at home web-surfing the porn sites when I came across a
page called "Club Fun."  All it said was "Clean.  Discreet.  Tasteful.
Multiples.   Email to apply."  So I did.  The email response was a
description of Club Fun, which is a private swingers club run at a
private residence.  Members were carefully screened by the proprietor
and matched.  A detailed application was required, which included tons
of personal and professional information.  Of course I was concerned
that this was a gimmick to get my credit card numbers or some other
ripoff, but I decided to take a chance.

Well it was both legit and exactly what we were looking for.  Club Fun
is the residence of a retired executive named Walt and his wife, Ruth.
He was in his mid-fifties when a merger got him a fat golden handshake
and an early retirement, so he decided to spend it having fun.  And
fun for Walt and Ruth was watching young, attractive people fuck their
brains out.

Each night, Walt matches up two couples for a night of orgy.  Your
turn came about once a month.  We've been in for six months now, and
have had four of the kind of foursomes we both fantasized about.
Clean, safe, and absolutely fucking erotic.

So anyway, I stopped by the Club one evening to get our next date from
Walt.   We were standing just inside his front door talking when she
skipped by in a blur, and then came skipping by the other way.  Walt
said, "Oh, here's one of your next group right here.  Heidi, excuse
me."  She stopped.  I almost choked.  She was short, maybe five one or
two, her hair pulled back in a short ponytail, and completely nude
except for a pair of small, round wire-framed glasses.  "Heidi, this
is David.  You'll be getting together with him and his lovely wife
Susan next month."  She had snatched a beer from Walt's fridge, from
which she took a quick swig and hen switched to her left hand so she
could offer her right to shake.  "Good to meet you!" she said
sprightly.  She pronounced good, "gut."  "So," I said, "you sound
German."  "I'm Dutch, actually."  It sounded like "Dahch."  

I thought it was adorable.

I have to admit, she knocked me out the first time I saw her.  I don't
know exactly why.  I mean, Susan is gorgeous.  Classic.  When we go to
the gym together I can see the other guys slyly ogling her while she
does the stairmaster.  But while Susan is tall, lean, and tan, Heidi
is short, small-breasted and has kind of a biggish round butt.
Susan's ass is firm and tight as a drum.  I think it was Heidi's juicy
round ass that got me.  She turned and skipped out of the room so I
got a great look at it.  There were pink whip welts on her butt
cheeks.  I loved them, too.

I obsessed about Heidi's sweet ass all the way home, composing my
scene in my head while I drove.  The second I got in the house I went
to the office room, wrote it all out, sealed it and put it into my
blazer pocket where I've kept it all month.  When I touch it I get an
erection.

So tonight's the night.  Susan's getting ready in the bedroom.  I'm
standing by the front door jiggling my car keys.  She was wearing a
cotton sun dress without a bra,  probably no panties, either.
Normally this would have me feeling her up in the car, but tonight I
can only think of Heidi and her juicy bottom.

It's dark when we get to the Club.  Since this is a residence up in
the fashionable foothills, Walt has everyone park in his big garage.
Attracts less interest from the snooty neighbors.  We rang the bell
and Walt answered.   "Welcome to Club Fun!  We trust you will have an
entertaining evening with us."

"As always."  We entered and dropped our envelopes into the top hat at
the door.   "So, where are our teammates?"

"Follow me."  Walt led is into the living room, and there she was in
all her warm, soft, erotic glory.  Actually, Heidi looks a bit like an
uptight librarian fully dressed.  She was wearing a conservative
flannel shirt and baggy khaki pants, and along with her glasses looked
more like a poetry reading than bondage.  Ah, but I already knew what
was underneath.  "Susan, David - this is Heidi and her friend Petr."

We did our intro's.  Petr was Dutch, too.  He was lean and
wiry-looking, with thick blond hair and sharp features.  Kind of
men's-sportswear-model.  I think Susan liked him.

Tradition at Club Fun was first a gang-shower and then a cocktail in
our robes, then everyone gets naked and goes into the Fun Room.

Walt's kind of a kook.  He calls his place Club Fun, he's the
FunMaster, Ruth of course is the FunMistress.  He runs the Fun Times
like a circus grand master, giving instructions in bombastic terms.
It's a hoot and keeps things not so serious.

The Fun Room was like a little porn theater.  There was mattress-like
pad on a short pedestal in the center of the room the size of four
king beds.  There's a sofa along three of the walls.  The fourth has a
little bureau with cold drinks on top- no alcohol- drawers full of
rubber toys, restraints, paddles, etc.  On top is a fishbowl full of
condoms.  They rarely got used.  Walt placed the top hat net to the
bowl and handed each of us a die.

The four Players - that's what the participants are called - gathered
at the center of the bed.  Walt went into character.  "FunMaster says
throw your die and let the fun begin!"  We simultaneously tossed the
dice.  This determined the order of the draw.  Susan threw a one, so
she would go first.  Then Petr, Heidi, and me last.

Walt picked up the dice.  "Susan - you may draw!"  She went over to
the top hat, took out an envelope, and tore it open.

Walt really has thought of everything.  When Susan and I first talked
about how exciting it would be to do three and foursomes, we wondered
how the logistics worked.  I mean, did you have to first debate who
would fuck whom?  What if someone got left out?  If you say "lift your
leg" who would answer?  Would three legs get lifted?  If so would it
be the right ones?  Walt solved all the confusion by having each
player write a scene that was played out under his direction.  Scenes
were drawn at random.

Now, you also worry that you'll get someone into vise-grips and farm
animals.   The rule is that once you draw a scene, you have to
complete it.  Refusal means permanent banishment from the Club.  This
allows players to explore some of their kinkier fantasies since they
submit scenes anonymously.  At the same time it discourages anything
dangerous, since you could draw your own scene.   But tonight that is
exactly what I'm hoping to do.

"Read the Scene!" commanded Walt, I mean the FunMaster.

Susan began, "'Of Human Bondage.'"  Not mine!  "'P lies supine at
center."  P stands for Player, the person drawing the scene.  We all
have developed our own little shorthand for writing scenes.  "NP's
secure hands and feet spread-eagle.  OSNP gives oral sex for fifteen
minutes.  No stopping.'"  NP stands for Non-Partner, and OSNP is
Opposite Sex Non Partner.  Since scenes can be drawn by either sex, we
try to write them so they work either way.

Susan laid down on her back in the middle of the bed and spread her
arms and legs.  Heidi took and held one foot, I took her wrists above
her head.  One foot was still free.  "FunMistress will play!"  This
sometimes happens when someone gets a scene that can't be played out
with two men and two women.   Walt will declare that he or Ruth will
participate to make it work.  Usually in minor roles - they are more
into watching than doing.  Ruth took the free ankle, and the three of
us held Susan spread so she couldn't move.  Petr took his place
between her legs and started giving her head.

After a few minutes Susan started to squirm, but the three of us held
her firm.  "Five minutes," pronounced the FunMaster.  Susan started to
struggle as Petr continued to lick.  "Eight minutes!"  Her body got
rigid and she started moaning.  "Ten minutes!"  She suddenly screamed
out loud as she had a thundering orgasm.  She thrashed, and we
struggled to hold on.  "Twelve minutes!"  Petr kept licking and
sucking.  Susan was trying to kick free, but couldn't.  "Please stop!
Please stop!  I can't take any more!  It's too much.  Please!" she
begged.  "Finish the scene!  Thirteen minutes!"  Susan got still for a
moment, then had another orgasm.  This time she let out a long,
sobbing wail.  "Please.  Please. Please."    I wasn't sure she could
take much more.

"Fourteen minutes!"  Susan was now crying, tears running down the
sides of her face.  Petr grabbed under her ass and pulled her snatch
hard into his face as he began eating her even more furiously.
"Aaaaa.  Aaaaa.  Aaaaa." and she came one more time, this time she
just let out grunts from her throat, her whole body quivering like she
was being electrocuted.

"Time!"

We let go of her wrists and ankles. Susan slowly curled into a fetal
ball, Whimpering softly like a puppy.  After a half minute she sat up,
smiling dreamily.  "Thank you whoever wrote that one.  Wow."  She
crawled to the edge of the bed and took a swig out of a water bottle.
"Whew!  Somebody knows what a girl likes."

"Next scene!" called the FunMaster.

Petr went to the top hat and drew an envelope.  He opened at and read
out loud in his Dutch accent.  "'Forked Tongue.'"    Yes!  He didn't
pick mine, either!  "'P receives oral from OSNP, P in 69 super, at the
same time analingus from OSP.'  I like t'is one!"

Susan laid down on her back in the center of the bed, and Petr crawled
on top on his knees.  Sweet Heidi took her place behind him, sitting
with her legs spread in a V with the top of Susan's head near her
crotch.

Looking down between his legs, Petr lined up his hanging dick with
Susan's open mouth and lowered it in.  Susan started sucking, getting
it hard in a few seconds.  Heidi looked down into Susan's eyes, said
"Okay," leaned forward with her tongue sticking out and inserted into
Petr's anus.

"Oh, ya!"  said Petr.  Sucking, slurping sounds came from both of the
girls.   Petr started to hump Susan's mouth, making a moving target
for Heidi.   Frustrated, Heidi said, "Petr, hold still.  Let us do
it."  Petr stopped humping, letting Susan suck him by moving her head
up and down off the bed, while Heidi held his butt cheeks apart,
licking his sphincter furiously.

After five or ten minutes of intense tongue work, Petr said "I t'ink
I'm gonna go."  He grimaced, squinching his eyes closed tightly, and
let little throaty grunts.  Susan emitted some muffled noises as she
gulped his load.  "T'at's it, stop, I can't take more.  T'at vas
great."  He pulled his dick up out of Susan's mouth, and they started
getting untangled.

This is turning out perfectly.  Only Heidi and me left, so one of us
gets my scene.  Either way, I get to live my wildest dream.  "Next
scene!" called the FunMaster.

Heidi took a swig from bottled water and went over to the top hat and
drew one of the two remaining envelopes.  I just hope this won't wear
her out for me.

"'Around da Verld T'ree Times.'"  Not mine!  My god, I get Heidi's
sweet round buns for my very own scene!  "'P gets simultaneous
arount-ta-verlt from 3P.' Sounds like fun!"

I wonder who wrote this scene.  One of the Club Fun rules is scenes
are anonymous, so no one gets put on the spot for any particular act.
If Petr had drawn that one, I would have to lick him.  Now I'm not bi
or anything, and during our membership in the Club I've had another
man's erection in my hand, and even in my mouth once, but I wouldn't
really have liked to lick a hairy guy all over, not that Petr was
particularly hairy.  Makes me wonder if he isn't bi, if in fact it's
his.  Or perhaps even Heidi's, assuming she would know.  No matter,
though, I'm about to get my first taste of my little Heidi.  I'll
consider this an hors deurve for the main course I get to serve.

Heidi stood upright in the middle of the mat.  "Ta scene doesn't say,
so I vant you to do me t'is vay."  She's a lot shorter than the rest
of us, so we have no trouble reaching everything.

She stood with her hands clasped behind her head, feet well apart,
eyes closed.  I'm no fool, I start with one of her little round tits.
Susan started on the back of her neck.  Petr got down on the mat and
started on her toes, working up her foot and ankle.  Susan worked down
her back to her butt crack.  I finished one tit, then the other, then
licked down her chest, round little tummy and headed for her snatch.
Petr licked up one thigh, while Susan moved around her hip and down
the other.  We seemed to coordinate in a clockwise rotation.

My mouth started getting dry, so I stopped just for a second, and
FunMistress was right there to hand me a water bottle.  She passed it
to the others as they ran dry, too.

After working down her snatch, down the front of her thigh and up the
back, I met her glorious butt up close.  I licked it slowly,
thoroughly and deliberately before moving up her back.  Yes, little
buns, just you wait.

It took a good fifteen minutes for all of us to finish every inch.
When we were done, Heidi said, "Dat vas nice, too, but I haven't got
to fock yet."

"Next scene!" called the FunMaster.

"You'll get fucked now!" I thought to myself as I drew the last
envelope from the top hat.  I even had a treat in it for my wife.  I'm
so considerate.

My heart was pounding as I opened the envelope, making my hands shake.
I've been fantasizing about this moment for a whole month, and now
it's coming true.

Since I knew what the scene said I almost didn't have to read it.
"'T'is Better to Give AND Receive.  P and SSNP do anal intercourse,
while SSNP gives oral to same NP."  I looked around.  Heidi was curled
up on one of the couches, but doesn't move toward the bed.  Susan
doesn't move, either.  What the fuck's going on?

Then Petr says "Somebody vas feeling curious, eh?" and takes a condom
out of the fishbowl.  "Hey Valt, ve're short vun."

Then Walt says "FunMaster will play!"  

Huh?  What are these people doing?  The scene is I butt-fuck Heidi's
sweet ass while she gives head to Susan.  Are these people stupid or
what?  I looked at the paper still in my hand.  Holy shit - I wrote it
down wrong!  OSNP dammit, not SSNP!  Fucking shit!  This can't be
happening!  I started to protest.   "Um, Walt I think there's a
mistake here..."

"Silence!  Start the scene!"

"Well,  I happen to know who..."

"Stop!  Scenes must be anonymous!  Start the scene now or be banned
from Club Fun."

I looked around at everyone.  Petr had torn the condom wrapper open,
and FunMistress Ruth, all 55 years of her, was helping fluff him up.
Susan was sitting on one couch, looking at me intently.  I realized
that Heidi had left the room.  She skipped back in carrying a bottle
of beer and wearing her wire-rimmed glasses.  She curled up on the
couch next to Susan, took a sip from her bottle, and said to her,
"T'is is going to be gut!"

Gut.  Gut.  Oh, Heidi.  Walt was pulling his pants down.  Oh, well.


I'm on the bed on my hands and knees.  I can feel Petr behind me.
He's got a rubber glove on, which he's using to rub Vaseline into my
ass.  Walt's kneeling in front of me, his grizzled dick with gray
pubes swinging an inch from my face.  I glance sideways at the couch
at Heidi.  Just so there can be a next time, Heidi, this is for you.


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