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Edgewater West (MF, swingers)
By Long Shot (1997)
This is a true account of a couple's first visit to a sex hotel
in Oakland, California.
The Edgewater West, located on the fringe of the Oakland,
California airport, is billed as an adult resort. It is a motel
which on weekends is dedicated to sex. There are about 80 rooms
in a two-story, semi-circular building that encloses a landscaped
area with two swimming pools and three hot tubs. All of the
ground floor rooms have sliding glass doors that open up into the
common area. Closing in the open end of the semi-circle is
another building that houses a nightclub where guests can dance
or just mingle at a non-alcoholic bar. Some of the rooms are in
better condition than others, but on the whole the facilities are
clean and quite pleasant.
My girlfriend and I were in San Francisco on business one
mid-summer weekend in 1992. Ellie is in her late twenties, tall
and very athletic, with shoulder-length thick chestnut hair,
hazel eyes, and freckles. She is a real beauty. I am in my
mid-thirties, formerly athletic, and have a wonderful
personality.
Neither of us had ever been to a club like this before, but we
were awfully curious. I am not bisexual in the slightest, but
Ellie had admitted she was curious about making love to a woman,
and might do it, provided I was there as a focus. She is also
attracted to older men, sometimes definitely older men. I am
attracted to older women, and younger women, and some in between.
We made only two promises to each other. The first was that if
either one of us scratched our noses the other was to help get
them away from whomever we were with. The other promise was that
-- assuming we did anything with anyone else -- we would practice
safe sex.
We checked in on Friday night. The rates are $75 a night for a
ground floor room, and $65 for an upstairs room. We took the
last available downstairs room, and was given a color-coded
plastic wristband and a key. All male guests are required to
wear the wristband, to prevent gate crashers. The key opened an
electric gate into the parking lot behind the motel. I also got
a parking permit for my dashboard. The Edgewater management
takes its security seriously.
We were there for two nights, Friday and Saturday. Friday, was
an open night, where single people -- mostly men -- were allowed
in. On Saturday the place was taken over by a club called the
Bay Area Socials and became strictly couples only.
To summarize Friday, it had the repressed atmosphere of a porn
theater, simply because there were very few couples about and
mostly single guys. We would get into a previously deserted hot
tub, and within minutes -- literally -- it would fill up with
single men. It was microbiology acted out: Ellie was the egg and
all the men were the wiggling sperm.
These guys were nice enough, and there was nothing threatening
about them, but there were so many of them and they were just so
hungry -- so to speak. Many, in fact, were openly masturbating
while watching us (or Ellie) in the tub, even when we weren't
doing anything. At one point she did sit on my lap in a tub
while I fingered her and a crowd of eight or nine guys (no women)
collected, with about half the guys beating off. She later said
it was an "interesting" experience, but was embarrassed by the
applause at the end. I declined when she offered to return the
favor. I needed at least one woman in the audience.
One old guy did clue us in on the protocol about the sliding
glass doors and curtains in the downstairs rooms. If the
curtains are open, it means the people inside welcome you to
watch. If the door is actually open you could stand there, but
not go in unless specifically invited. Of course, the old guy
showed up outside our door later. We drew the curtains.
If a couple were into exhibitionism or the woman wanted any
number of men at once, Friday night would have been great. I
guess I'm not a performer at heart, and I personally would never
bother going on my own.
The next night the motel became a couples-only establishment,
under the auspices of an organization called the Bay City
Socials. What a difference.
We didn't get back to the Edgewater until about 10:00, and I
thought maybe we would be late, with people starting to fade, but
the party had barely started. As we pulled up to the gate
another couple was just getting out of their car. I didn't
notice him at first, but she was striking. She was in her early
twenties, medium height, trim, with lots of thick curly blonde
hair, and a strong, square-chinned face. She was dressed in
jeans with a black leather jacket. Her partner was about her
age, short hair, and on the thin side. They noticed us too. It's
an interesting moment meeting strangers as you walk into a place
like the Edgewater. Every look is loaded with possibilities.
We went in to our room from the parking lot and changed into more
comfortable clothes (Ellie put on a bathing suit top and a pair
of skin-tight black shorts), then headed out the other side
through the sliding glass door into the compound. There were
couples all over the grounds, strolling about with their arms
around each other. The underlying sense of the place was upbeat
and fun. There was absolutely none of the slightly creepy
feeling from the night before.
The nightclub was packed, but when I tried to go in I was stopped
for not wearing my wristband by a young blonde woman in a black
jacket and baseball cap. Ellie and I went to the front office,
where we talked to two women in the lobby, seated at a folding
table, selling tickets for the dance that night. The women
looked like they were selling cookies at a bake sale, not tickets
to a swingers' dance. Both were distinctly friendly, and one
told Ellie she had noticed her the night before (what a shame we
hadn't met then). We bought a membership in the club for $45,
which would get us into the dance, and I got a new wristband.
Back inside, we tried the club again. The pool table we had
played at the night before was gone and in its place was the
remains of a buffet. Further in, around the bar and down by a
dance stage, there were probably fifty couples. We took at seat
at the bar for a while and just watched the people.
As I mentioned, we had never been to a club like this, and it
took a while to get our emotional bearings. I think we had
expected the situation to be more of a challenge, maybe even a
little threatening for a couple of virgins like us. On the
contrary, it was basically just a party with a lot of normal,
relaxed people who didn't have a whole lot of inhibitions, and
who shared a sort of club-house secret with everyone else there.
Sex, at least at this hour, was not foremost.
The crowd was mostly white with a few blacks and orientals. The
average age was probably forty-two, but couples ranged from their
twenties to well into their sixties, from skinny to definitely
plump. The blonde and her thin boyfriend were there, and were
probably the youngest. Even Ellie and I were clearly younger
than the average. For the most part, people seemed clean and
healthy, but they certainly weren't all athletes and models. Some
people were dressed sexy, particularly the women, but many, like
us, could have walked in off the street.
We had been told by the ladies in the lobby that there was going
to be a stripper and a bathing suit contest later, both of which
seemed a little redundant to us. In the meantime, Ellie and I
took another stroll around the grounds. The views in the windows
were a relief from the night before, with nary a single, lonely,
masturbating man in sight. Mostly it was just couples or
foursomes talking, drinking, and laughing.
We ended up in the large outdoor hot tub with the blonde, her
skinny boyfriend, and a few other people. One of the other
people was a heavy woman in a one-piece bathing suit -- everyone
else, except us and the heavy woman, was naked. The heavy woman
told me she was a cop, there with her husband, who was also a
cop. They were both off-duty, and he was working as a security
guard for the night (she claimed to be able to hide a .380
automatic in the folds of her flesh under her bathing suit).
There were, in fact, half a dozen security people working the
grounds, some obvious (with radios on their belts), some not. It
was somewhat of a surprise to learn how well protected the place
is, but there were none of the hookers and drugs of the old days,
according to the lady cop. I can't figure out how the managers
pay for all that security on what they collect from the guests.
Clearly, no one is getting rich.
The lady cop seemed to know all the clubs in the bay area and
gave me a detailed rundown. The Edgewater, she said, was one of
the best: easing going, friendly, and never any trouble. A place
called The Loft in Hayward was also nice, she said, for similar
reasons. Barry's in Oakland, however, was hard-core, and not for
beginners or couples just toying with the idea of swinging. When
you went to Barry's you were expected to jump right into an orgy,
or so she said.
While I was talking with the lady cop, Ellie had struck up a
conversation with the blonde and her skinny boyfriend. Out of
the corner of my eye I saw the blonde rise up out of the tub. She
had a truly amazing body -- absolutely trim, perfect legs and
ass, great shoulders, and truly huge breasts. I mean big. I
like large breasts, but hers were really big. But she carried
herself, all of herself, like a dancer. She was really gorgeous.
I moved over and Ellie introduced me. Their names were Arthur
and Vickie. He was English, quick, smart, and funny. She was
quieter, but friendly, with a great, easy smile. They got out of
the tub to go change, and Ellie and I went back to the club. On
the way Ellie told me more about Arthur and Vickie. They, too,
had never been to a club like this and didn't know what to
expect. They had only decided to come a few hours before,
however, and hadn't rented a room.
Back inside the club, we found we had missed both the stripper
and the bathing suit contest, which was just as well. A disk
jockey took over and people moved onto the stage to dance, some
of them still wearing bathing suits from the contest. Ellie and
I watched from the railing for a while, then got up to dance. The
music selection was erratic; the dance floor would be full one
minute, than a radical tune change would empty it. People seemed
to favor the slow dances.
Some of the people on the dance floor were notable. There was a
tall blonde woman, middle twenties at most, dancing sexily in a
bikini that was close to falling off. There was a classy looking
couple in their mid-fifties. The woman was wearing a formal blue
dress, which would have be perfect for a country club ball. She
reminded me of an aunt of mine -- very pretty in a well-bred way,
but with a fun, mischievous look in her eye. Arthur and Vickie
danced one dance, then hung out at the railing. For a while they
were in deep discussion against the wall. I was hoping to go get
them for a dance, but they disappeared.
Ellie and I were stepping off the dance floor when a clean-cut
man in his forties in a button-down shirt and slight belly asked
her to dance. She asked me it if was alright, and I said of
course. They went back up onto the dance floor and I went for a
short walk around the pool. Arthur and Vickie were sitting
outside at a small table, again deep in serious conversation. I
went back into the club to use the bathroom, then headed back to
the bar.
A pretty woman with very short dark hair, large brown eyes, and a
red strapless dress intercepted me and told me it was her husband
dancing with my girlfriend. She said she had looked for me but I
had disappeared too fast. I asked her to dance, and we joined
the other couple on the dance floor, with Ellie dancing a few
feet away. Ellie smiled, and seemed to be having a good time.
She seemed to like the guy.
The woman's name was Debbie and her husband's name was Sam. She
told me they were in their early forties, and had four kids, the
youngest being nine months, with her niece living with them for
the summer, hired-on as a baby sitter. They were just there for
the evening and had to be home by one.
We talked about the floor show Ellie and I had missed. Debbie
said that the month before (they had only been there a couple of
times) the show had gotten out of hand. The female stripper's
husband had joined in, then another woman, and pretty soon they
were inserting objects into each other. She didn't say that
anyone minded, but the managers of the place, a couple named
Frank and Dawn (we never saw him but she was a cheerful,
voluptuous blonde), decided that had better tone it down in the
future.
This fit with the mood. While there was definitely an erotic
charge to the air, sex was sort of on the back burner. People
were interested in meeting other people, not grabbing their
asses. This place was much more sophisticated, and intriguing,
that I had imagined. Of course, the room was beginning to thin
out a bit as people left for more intimate parties elsewhere on
the property.
Sam and Ellie danced over toward us and they said they were going
to go explore the Edge Club rooms. These were two separate rooms
with huge beds in the same building as the indoor sauna (the Edge
Club is, I guess, like the Hilton Honors club; basically guests
who pay a few extra dollars get some special privileges). One
room was dedicated to voyeurs and exhibitionists, the other was
an orgy room where, theoretically, everyone participated. You
had to have a special colored wristband to get back there,
however, which Sam had. Sam and Ellie went off, arm in arm.
It was sort of curious, realizing my girlfriend was walking off
with another guy to watch a couple screwing, and I didn't feel
the slightest bit jealous. I really didn't dwell on it.
Of course, I stayed with Debbie. We finished the dance, then
went to sit down on one of the couches against a wall. I put my
arm around her and she leaned into me. I began idly stroking the
nape of her neck, with the hair real short. She said it felt
wonderful.
She went on to say that Sam had noticed Ellie earlier and had
wanted to meet her. She said she would be real surprised if Sam
made any kind of move on Ellie, but he would respond if she did
to him. She and Sam had come to the Edgewater before, but "never
did anything," she said, mostly for health reasons. On the other
hand, they liked to do "some things," she said. I wasn't real
clear on what those things were. (Later, Ellie told me that Sam
had told her that Debbie liked to watch him with other women).
Debbie was definitely responding to my touch, and I to her
proximity. She was pretty, but what was sexy part was the look
in her eye, and being so open about the erotic possibilities. We
got up to dance again, for a slow dance.
On the dance floor we danced dirty, as they say, with her hands
pulling my pelvis into hers. She even kissed me, with a little
bit of tongue. I moved my hands over her breasts, but the
material of her dress was heavier than I expected, and there were
stays that kept the front up where it was supposed to be. All
the same, she was dancing like we were already fucking. It was
definitely sexy.
Ellie and Sam came back and reported that there had been one
couple, a fat couple, in the voyeur room, with a group watching
them. Ellie said that while the couple weren't attractive in
themselves, it was a turn-on, watching them. The watchers were
definitely into it. A few days later it occurred to me that Sam
was probably fondling Ellie too. I asked her about this and she
said he tried to kiss her and so forth, but that she resisted (so
much for Debbie's guess at his behavior). She was definitely
attracted to him, but held off because she and I had never set
any ground rules. Was she allowed to go off and have fun without
me? She also told me that, according to Sam, Debbie enjoyed
watching him be blown by other women.
The blonde and her skinny Englishman, Arthur and Vickie,
reappeared by the dance floor and Ellie went over to ask Arthur
to dance. I followed, but rather than dance, Arthur suggested a
drink. He had a beer somewhere, he said, and we had a little
wine left in our room. We decided to go back to our room to
share it. In the middle of this Sam walked by and said he would
see us outside later. I didn't see Debbie. I regret having
parted with them so suddenly.
Arthur, Vickie, Ellie, and I walked back to our room. On the way
it was decided that Arthur and I would drive down the road and
get more wine and beer while the women stayed behind.
We left in my car. On the way, Arthur repeated that they had
never done anything like this. He was very chipper and upbeat
about it. It was odd to be chatting away with a guy, knowing we
were about to screw each other's girlfriends.
When we got back to the room Ellie and Vickie told us they wanted
to visit the Edge Club rooms. This meant paying an extra $10 to
upgrade our wristbands. Ellie took mine and she and Arthur left
for the front office. I sat down on the bed with Vickie and
asked her to tell me her life story. She had been fairly quiet,
and I was afraid their huddled conversations might have been a
debate on whether to stay, but I was wrong. She opened right up.
Maybe all she needed was a moment away from Arthur.
When the other two came back we drank and talked for a while
longer. I sat against the headboard of the bed with Ellie
between by legs, her back against my chest, my hands idly playing
with her top. Vickie was laying across the foot of the bed, with
Arthur in a chair next to her.
It was an awkward moment. Here were four horny people who had
decided they liked each other, and yet we couldn't quite break
through. After a ten minutes of meandering conversation Ellie
suggested we go to the Edge Club rooms.
Both rooms were empty. The orgy room was the larger of the two,
with four mattresses in the middle and a television set playing a
porn film. I hardly registered the film. Arthur and Vickie sat
down on one side, Ellie and I the other. They started kissing,
and then we did. Then it took off.
Within a minute Arthur had Vickie's shirt off, then she had his,
and was working on his pants as I took Ellie's top off and
started rolling down her tight black pants. Each couple started
in on their partner, almost side by side, occasionally looking
over but nothing more. In a few minutes another couple joined us
on the big bed, then a fourth couple. Before long the sound
effects alone were pretty compelling. A few minutes later I
looked up and saw a dozen or so men and women watching by the
door.
I laid back and Ellie went to work on my cock. I had been
seriously concerned about being about to get a hard-on in front
of an audience, but it wasn't a problem. Soon I was close to
coming and had to resist it, because I didn't think the second
round would be so certain, and I didn't want to miss anything.
While Ellie knelt between my legs, her ass and open pussy only a
couple of feet from the people watching at the door, I had a
chance to look around. Among the people watching were the
elegant older couple, with my aunt's look-alike wrapped in a
towel. I hoped she would join us, but she just smiled and
watched. Next to us Arthur and Vickie were in a sixty-nine, with
her on top. His shirt was off and his pants were down around his
ankles. She was completely naked, her perfectly tight ass and
legs straddling his head and her huge breasts squashed against
his stomach as her curly blonde mane bobbed up and down.
I rolled Ellie over onto her back and began to eat her pussy,
sliding a finger in and out of her while licking her clit. It
gave her a chance to look around.
Vickie and Arthur were close enough that I could reach out and
touch Vickie's shoulder. I did. I ran my hand from her shoulder
lightly down her back to the left cheek of her ass. For a second
she didn't respond, then she reached out, never raising her head
from Arthur's cock, and began stroking Ellie's leg, then my arm.
It was a very erotic moment.
I continued working Ellie's pussy with my left hand and reached
out again with my right, running it down the length of Vickie's
lean body. Then I slid it underneath to her belly, then down to
her pussy while Arthur continued to eat her. He pulled back for
a moment and let me get my finger onto her clit. She moaned, and
spread her legs another inch. Her hand began to move from my leg
to my cock. all the while keeping her mouth on Arthur's cock. She
found mine and hung on. I focused a little more on her clit,
sliding my finger all the way into her two or three times.
A slightly pudgy woman in one of the other couples, with dark
hair falling over her eyes, asked her pale boyfriend in a loud
whisper if she "could touch her" meaning Ellie. Then she asked
him if she could touch me. I didn't hear either response, but
they stayed outside our sphere.
Arthur was looking over at Ellie, and made a move to pull her
closer, kissing her while I kept on her clit, touching her
breasts. It was getting to be a bit of a stretch, and without a
word Vickie sat up and moved over to me, while Ellie rolled over
on top of Arthur.
Vickie and I were both on our knees, face to face, and Vickie
starting kissing me, her hand pumping my cock. I now had my left
had on her clit and my right around her back, sliding my fingers
into her pussy as she ground her crotch down onto my hand. It
felt wonderful; tight, wet, and definitely hungry. She kissed me
hard. I could taste the cigarette she had smoked earlier. It
didn't even occur to me that her mouth had moments before been
wrapped around her boyfriend's cock.
I leaned back on my knees and she went down on me, her mouth
taking me all the way in. It was great. I could see Ellie had
exactly replaced Vickie in the sixty-nine position over Arthur.
But I really couldn't see much. Cocks and pussies were covered
by heads. The other two couples on the bed hardly even
registered.
I was close to coming again and straightened up, moving for
Vickie's pussy again. Instead she took her hands and lifted up
her huge breasts for me to suck. Her areolas were as large as
donuts. I kissed and nuzzled them carefully, wondering if she
really liked having her breasts touched and sucked, or whether
she just offered them out of habit, because most guys wanted
them. In any case, her hands went for my cock again.
She started to push me back, trying to climb on top and steer my
cock into her pussy with one hand. She pushed again, and I bent
back. Then she lowered her pussy onto my cock with liquid ease,
and we flopped back on the bed, her on top. She lowered her
head, long curly blonde hair falling down, huge breasts swaying,
and she began to fuck be as hard as she knew how.
I was dimly aware of Ellie and Arthur saying something to each
other, and caught the words "no" and "safe sex" from Ellie.
Arthur nodded to us and said something like, "look at them."
Ellie sat up and for several long seconds looked at Vickie's
pussy sliding up and down my cock, probably trying to see if
there was a rubber in place. She saw none, of course, and gave
me an angry look like I've never seen before.
She didn't exactly yell, but I don't even remember rolling Vickie
off me or sliding out of her. I just remember suggesting to
Ellie we return to our room and I grabbed our clothes. The
audience at the door parted to let us through.
Ellie was pissed. Walking back she said she would never sleep
with me again. In the room I dropped my clothes and headed for
the shower, where I soaped down and took a leak down the drain. I
could still hear her growling angrily from the other room.
She was right, and I knew it. I had gotten carried away.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I had been telling myself that
Vickie wasn't high risk, or whatever, and the chances of catching
something were too slight to worry about. Ellie came into the
bathroom to pee, still mad, and turned on the light. I turned it
off. She was seething. The only thing I could think of was to
thank her, and I did. I told her she was right, and that I
appreciated her yanking my chain.
Several days later, Ellie admitted having a flash of jealousy on
seeing my cock sliding in and out of Vickie, but her point about
the unsafe sex was correct all the same.
I went back into the main room and there was a knock on the door.
It was Arthur and Vickie. They came in, fully dressed again, and
I slipped into bed. I apologized for the scene and told them I
had fucked up, that I had broken my deal with Ellie. Arthur said
he and Vickie didn't have such an explicit agreement, but he
understood. Vickie didn't say much. Ellie walked in and
apologized too. They took their beer and a few other things of
theirs and left. We said we'd be out in a while, and they said
they'd be around, but we never saw them again.
I do wish I had reached for those rubbers. They were in my pants
pocket the whole time, by the foot of the bed.
Ellie and I talked for a while longer. We realized that we had
never really defined safe sex, although clearly sliding my
unprotected cock into Vickie did not qualify. We decided kissing
was okay, and so was her giving a guy a blow job, as long as she
didn't have any cuts or sores in her mouth and he didn't come in
her mouth, or if he did she spit it out. I guess that meant
putting my fingers into someone else's pussy then into hers was
alright, too. (Frankly, I think we need to do a little more
research on the relative risk of these activities.) We drank a
some more wine, finished the second bottle, and ended up making
love again, her on top. A while later we went out for another
stroll around the grounds and one last soak in a hot tub.
Outside the party was winding down. We went back to the Edge
Club rooms and the two couples who had joined us on the bed were
still there, one of them just getting dressed to leave. We
watched the other couple -- the whispering woman with the dark
hair in her face and her pale boyfriend -- while they finished.
We sat down on the bed and I pulled off Ellie's pants again.
Despite her anger earlier, she had tentatively forgiven me, and
was ready to go again. I got the idea she wanted to try a woman
before we left.
We began kissing and the other couple watched us for a while. I
could tell the woman was interested in Ellie, even though her
boyfriend wasn't. She whispered to him again, then reached over
and touched Ellie's leg. I moved my hand to give her better
access, and after another whisper or two she was fingering
Ellie's pussy. I was kissing Ellie while this other woman worked
on her clit.
For a while the other woman's pussy was within my reach, and I
slid a finger into her. It struck me how different they all
felt. She said she was sore, however, and twice when I began
working on her clit she took her hand and pushed my finger in
farther, to less sensitive flesh. Then she wanted to get more
serious with Ellie's pussy, and moved around to between her legs
with her butt up in the air. Her boyfriend got around behind her
and was up to something, but I was concentrating on Ellie.
In about ten minutes Ellie came quietly, then she thanked the
other woman politely. The woman said she could tell it was
Ellie's first time with another woman. Hadn't she said so to her
boyfriend? Ellie, she said, had been giving her mixed signals.
But Ellie had liked it, even though there was no penetration. It
was softer than a guy's. The woman told us she was a masseuse by
trade.
It was now almost 4:30 in the morning, and after one quick last
dip in the largest of the three hot tubs we went back to our
room, showered, climbed into bed, made love with me coming in
seconds, and fell asleep.
We were up at 7:30, dressed, packed the car, checked out, got our
$20.00 key deposit back, and headed to the airport.
On the drive out we both felt exhausted and totally saturated,
but Ellie said she would do it again. I would too, with some
changes.
Ellie and I agreed we would skip the Friday night scene totally
(and as I said, I would never consider going on my own as a
single guy). Friday had been sort of interesting, but the
parasitic quality of all those single guys was a turn-off.
If possible, we would go on a Bay Cities Socials night, which
seems to be once a month. These were good people, and Ellie and
I are pretty picky. I really liked them and their attitude.
But even on a Bay City Socials night, we both decided we would
skip the orgy room, at least as participants, and in general,
take everything slower, focusing on people not bodies. Sam and
Debbie were appealingly wholesome and yet very interesting at the
same time, and I would like to have gotten to know them and their
twist better. Also, I wish we had gotten to know the elegant
older couple, with the woman who reminded me of my aunt. I would
like to have gotten to know her, and I know Ellie likes older
men. And of course there were Arthur and Vickie. If we had only
gotten into a private party in our room, and not gone into the
orgy room, it would have stayed in bounds. I would have reached
for a rubber, and we would have fucked and talked and fucked with
them for the rest of the night.
In our followup discussion we reiterated two fantasies that might
take place at the Edgewater West: for her, being tied up with
another couple present, letting the intimate experience take all
night; for me, having two women for a long and relaxed session.
She again offered up that two-women fantasy for me, with the
proviso that I be the focus. Fine by me.
The bottom line is the Edgewater West, on a Bay City Socials
night, is an awfully nice adventure for an open-minded couple
interesting in the further reaches of eroticism.
Edgewater West
10 Hegenberger Rd
Oakland, CA 94621
(510) 632-6262
I would very much appreciate any feedback on this report,
particularly your own first experiences along this line. Ellie
and I have had a couple more adventures that I would be happy to
share with you in return. Leave me a message on this BBS.
Best wishes - Long Shot