Bridgie

They also said there was bi-swinging. This one was kind of confusing, but it sounded like if I invited a woman into my bed, but she wasn't into men or didn't want to be with Gary. So, she would do things with me, Gary would do things with me, but she wouldn't do anything with Gary.

The last form of swinging they mentioned perked my ears. They called it the Extreme Swing. Basically, it's anything goes, from BDSM to golden showers. Karen said that's when people pee on you. That sounded gross, but the BDSM part had my attention.

After the class James and Gary went on the hunt for snacks and beverages. Since the next class was in this same room, Karen and I sat and got to know each other a little better.

I asked, "So how long have you and James been in the lifestyle?"

"We have been talking about it for years. Mostly it was just bedroom play, fantasy stuff. A little something extra in the bedroom to spice it up a bit."

I hear what you're saying. Gary and I have been doing the dirty talk thing for about six years. We have like almost zero knowledge or experience with the lifestyle until just a few weeks ago. I mean we come from a pretty conservative area. Who do you even talk to about all this stuff at our age?"

"You know, that's one of the things that kind of held us back. All the couples we met at first were so much younger than us or in so much better shape. I have been working with a trainer for a few years now just so I wouldn't be so self-conscious."

"Well, you look beautiful."

"Thanks, but I am sure you know how hard it is to keep in shape. You work out alone or have a trainer?"

You're going to hate me, but I don't do anything. Well almost nothing, over the last year I have been attending a yoga class with my friend Gabby. Other than that I am all natural. After I had Denise, my body snapped back. I also had very few stretchmarks and they have all but faded at this point in my life. My insecurities lie mostly with my breasts. I see the guys looking at everyone's chest but mine. Maybe I just notice more because I am so self-conscious. I thought Gary was going to drool all over yours.

Karen laughed, "Well that's a curse too you know. I work in the business world and sometimes I feel like I need a sign on my tits that says, 'my eyes are up here' with an arrow. Of course, mine aren't real. Had them done I guess four years ago. They were looking pretty sad after the twins were done with them. They completely deflated."

"Oh my, how much did it cost if you don't mind me asking, I have always wondered?"

"Fifteen thousand and I'm not very happy with them. My friend spent almost twenty-five on hers. With hindsight I should have stepped up instead of looking for a deal. Now I admit they look fantastic tucked away under my clothes, but they're just not the same. I have lost a lot of feeling in my nipples, so James has to pinch them way harder than he is comfortable with. It feels kind of like when you try and pinch the skin on your elbow, you can feel it, but you can't. My nipples used to be so sensitive. I think that's when James and I started to get into some of the BDSM stuff. I had to tell him to pinch me harder or suck harder. When he obeyed it gave me a sexual thrill. It progressed from there."

"How long have you been doing that?

"A few years now, only we have never traveled outside our circle to do it before."

"So you're planning on going to the fifth floor?"

"That's the plan, you guys?"

"I am pretty open to the whole scene. Gary, I don't know. He looked a little freaked out when they were talking about it in the last class. He has always been the dom in the bedroom so there is that. I bet he would like to tie me up and give me a few good swats though.

Karen laughed hard now. "He is the dom? Oh honey, he is a sub if I have ever seen one."

"Oh, I don't know about that, Gary doesn't really like being told what to do."

"Want to make a friendly little wager?"

"What is it?"

"If you're okay with it, I bet I can have Gary on his knees eating his own cum from my pussy before the ball drops tonight."

I laughed at her crudeness then gave her a skeptical look. "Okay, I would pay to see that. What are we wagering?"

"If you win, you're the dom. James and I will be at your beck and call for the rest of the weekend. I win and I get you and Gary."

"I don't know if Gary will go for that."

"Sweetie, if I have him on his knees in front of me before midnight, you won't have to worry about that."

Just then the boys got back with their haul of snacks. It was all junk food and soda, so I abstained. Karen opened a bag of chips then intentionally dropped one into her cleavage. Hey Gary, I just dropped a chip can you get that, I don't want the grease to stain my blouse. Gary looked to me, and I gave a nod. So he turned back toward Karen who shot me a most devious smile.

The speaker took the stand and the next class began on being a hotwife, also called a vixen. That's when you have permission to sleep with other men. Your husband watches and sometimes participates while you are having sex, but often aren't even present during the encounter. There was also a part of the class that talked about cuckolding and how it was often confused with being a hotwife. Apparently, a cuckold is someone who likes to be humiliated by his wife or his wife's lover during the act. It seemed demeaning to me.

We talked a bit after the class. Gary said he liked the idea of watching me with someone, but was uncomfortable with me going off on my own. At least at this point. He also said he was not interested in anything that would humiliate him. I reassured him telling him there is no way I would do that.

The next class was a BDSM Class. Turns out there is way more to BDSM than just sexy leather harnesses and getting spanked. I had taken a class in Florida, and it was mostly the same information. B&D is bondage and discipline. D&S is dominance and submission, S&M is sadism and masochism. They talked about restraints and bondage, pain and sensation play, and so much more. I was absorbing as much as possible and I thought it was quite informative.

At the end of the class they brought up a woman named Chiharu Masuda. She was a famous female dominatrix visiting from Japan. She gave a short demonstration on the use of a cane, a riding crop, and then a flogger. Her demonstration subject never cried out or even flinched. Gary however cringed with each blow. He looked terrified the whole time. Despite my own excitement, it didn't look like this was going to be on the table anytime soon. I looked over to Karen and smiled to myself. It looked like I was going to win this little bet of ours.

The last class we took was on Shibari and Kinbaku. It's the art of Japanese rope bondage. Just like the other BDSM class, they had a demonstration. Master Katashi Kobayashi was here from Japan. Apparently, he was in town with Mistress Masuda and they had been working on a project together. Master Kobayashi had a beautiful Japanese woman that he bound as a translator narrated what was happening. The translator said that a full session can last for hours and the demo was very basic. It was really cool to watch. It did seem to peek Gary's interest as well, and I thought good! At the end of the demonstration Kathy, the instructor, said they offered classes and Gary asked if we could sign up. I said sure so he signed us up for one in the third week of February. I looked over at Karen who was now smirking at me.

Then we all made our way back to our rooms. We decided to get in a nap before the events of the night. Gary and I were not used to staying up much past nine so if we were going to make it to midnight, we needed the rest.

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We napped a bit longer than we planned and it was almost nine. We called down for room service and got lobster rolls and clam chowder. I had a glass of wine and Gary had an IPA.

I finally decided on my outfit for the night. It was the one I was presented with in Florida. It was a cupless white bone corset. It had crotchless white boy shorts with matching garters and thigh high stockings with little bows. I wore a six inch heel and was going to try and not break a leg walking around. To top it off there was a sheer robe with fine embroidery that obscured my body. It didn't hide it completely, but if you looked and the fabric moved just right, there I was. My body was remembering the sexual nervousness of that night when I became a princess.

I walked out of the bathroom and was met by a long whistle from James. Apparently, Gary had called over to James and Karen's room and invited them over so we could all go down together.

Both Gary and James wore sport coats and slacks. Gary didn't dress up much, but boy when he did! More nervous butterflies. Then Karen walked in from the kitchen. She was wearing a skimpy little black evening dress. It had a choker that led to crisscrossed straps that amplified her cleavage. It elegantly hugged the curves of her hips and ended about six inches below her sex. Her black sheer stockings seemed to extend her legs. She was also wearing heels, but seemed to be a bit more accustomed to them than me.

"Wow, you guys look great!" I said.

"You look fantastic," Karen said, crossing the room confidently and giving me a hug.

"You're stunning." I ran my hand along the curve of her hip. I whispered, "No panties?"

She smiled and shook her head. We turned back toward our husbands who both had their mouths hanging open and bulges growing in their pants.

Karen turned back to me, her hand gently caressed my face. "You ready to get this party started?"

I felt my heart flutter and my breath hitch as I gave a breathy 'yes'.

When her lips touched mine, they were warm, soft, and inviting. I felt the fingers on her left-hand thread into my hair as mine went to her side pulling her to me. Our bodies touched and I could feel the heat of her curves against my own. The trembling fingers of her left hand ran along my cheek then gently cupped my face. Mine traced the length of her neck ending just above her cleavage. I heard a groan from one of our men.

Karen breathed in sharply as my right hand rounded her bottom pulling her firmly into me, our pubic mounds grinding. Then I felt heat behind me. Reluctantly my lips left hers. The boys apparently didn't want to be left out. I felt Gary's breath on my ear hot and heavy.

"God, you two are hot," he said.

I reached around and pulled Gary's ear to my mouth. "Don't talk, just let it be hot."

Gary's breath was hot on my ear again. "Okay," there was a pause then he said nervously, "I mean that was the last time I'll say anything."

I released his head then leaning forward I let my lips collide once again with Karen's. Now her lips were hot, wet, and needy. I could feel the backs of James' hands on my breasts as he squeezed Karen's. Gary's mouth was on my neck, his hands caressing, touching, exploring. I felt James's hand slip from Karen's breast. Then a man's hand was on my face. I opened my eyes to see James cupping it gingerly. He was looking intently into my eyes, so I took his thumb in my mouth seductively and gave it a wet, gentle suck. His eyes went wide. Karen then took his hand and placed it on my chest. I felt his hand slip inside the material of my robe. He pinched my nipple rolling it between his fingers. I found myself groaning into Karen's mouth as Gary found my button. I could feel Gary's erection pressing into me from behind.

I broke the kiss, then putting my mouth to Karen's ear I said, "We are never making it downstairs."

Karen laughed, "it's just a little pregame to take some of the pressure off the men. I heard you should have sex with your man before you play with others. It takes some of the nerves and extra testosterone out of them. Plus, later they don't get all excited and go off like a shot prematurely."

"Okay," I said, "sounds good to me."

Karen then straightened, "Okay boys, that's enough."

James and Gary stopped immediately both taking a step back from us.

I gave Karen a nod, "Impressive."

She quickly looked around the room and then pulled me toward the Chesterfield sofa.

She talked low, "Your boy shorts crotchless?"

"Yes,"

"Excellent, you good with everything?"

I gave a quick little nod.

"Good. Just follow my lead."

At the sofa we stopped then turned back toward our husbands, both standing there with confused looks on their faces.

"Aren't they adorable?" Karen cooed, "So here is the deal. We are going to give the two of you a quicky just to get the nerves out. DO NOT get cum on our outfits or you will be cut off for the night. When you are finished you must clean any mess you make."

She looked like a sexy drill instructor. Her command was loud and sharp. It took all I had to not laugh at the expression on James' and Gary's faces.

A smile crept onto her lips, "Okay boys we will let you pick who fucks who. Go ahead and have your way with us. Remember do not get cum on our outfits."

Karen turned back toward the sofa, leaning over the back as she hiked her dress up. Her curves were inviting even to me. Her skin looked soft and tan. Our eyes met as I felt warm strong hands on me. My eyes then flicked behind her to see Gary working himself into her. I would have smiled, but at that moment I felt the heat of James as he entered me easily. I was more than ready. Karen began moaning loudly with each thrust.

Not to be outdone I let my own moans join hers. James continued slamming into me pulling on my hips with each thrust. I was on the edge of cumming myself when James slammed into me one last time, pushing deep and holding himself there. I could feel him throbbing as he deposited his seed deep inside. I was a little disappointed there would be no orgasm for me.

I looked over to Karen just as she began to climax, Gary was slamming into her relentlessly. I felt a twinge of disappointment that Gary wasn't pounding the orgasm out of me.

I felt James slip from me and began to get up. He pressed me back down with his hand. I saw him stoop behind me then felt his face pressing into me, his tongue licking at my entrance. I smiled to myself. Good boy, clean up your mess, I thought.

I looked over to Gary who was now watching James clean me up as he thrust into Karen. His grin widened as our eyes met and he pushed into her hard one more time. I watched his body go rigid.

Karen wasted no time sitting up and grabbing Gary. She led him to the front of the couch. She sat down, leaned back, and spread her legs.

"Clean up your mess!" she commanded.

I saw his eyes flick to me just before he buried his face in her sex, taking back the seed he had just given.

Damn, I thought. I felt my own body twitching with each stroke of James's tongue.

I took Karen's approach and ordered, "James! My clit is not what you need to be cleaning up!"

I looked back to Karen as she scolded Gary pushing his face lower into her. She smiled, "Silly boys, give them an inch."

Karen was no joke I thought. James finished up and then stood behind me.

"Go wash your face," Karen ordered.

James said, "Yes ma'am." Then headed for the bathroom.

"You're done? You better have got it all," Karen pulled Gary's head up.

"I think so." He stammered, face covered in Karen's juices and his own seed. He looked a little rattled.

"You go clean your face up too."

I watched as Gary obeyed. Karen looked over to me and gave me a little devious smile.

"Gary is a good boy. Told you he was a sub." Karen laughed, "He took it like a pro. I just hope I haven't scared him too much. James is used to it. You are only our second couple we have had actual sex with though. Is it me or does it just feel right?"

"I feel good about it, I think I knew from the minute I saw you that we were going to click. This is also our second time playing with others. Our first experience didn't go great and so I want to have a quick talk with Gary before we go down just to check in with him. In the BDSM class he looked terrified and I just want to make sure he is okay."

"Good call, I had better check in with James too, although I saw the look on his face when he was fucking you. Pure bliss."

James and Gary came out of the bathroom at the same time, laughing and looking like they were freshly reunited old friends.

"Hey Gary, can we talk for a minute." I watched the look on his face change from humor to serious in a fraction of a second. He followed me into the bedroom.

"Everything alright?" I could hear concern in his voice.

"Yes, everything is just fine. I just wanted to check in with you and make sure we are still good."

I watched relief then a smile break across his face and knew his answer before he said it.

"Yeah, everything's great. I am really having a great time. I mean, that was a bit unexpected, and I have to admit I was uncomfortable at first, but in the end. I had fun. I would do it again. You okay?"

"I'm good. So I have a little confession to make."

"Okay,"

"Well, I made a little wager with Karen on whether she could get you to eat your semen out of her."

"So you lost," Gary chuckled.

"Yeah, and she did it way before the deadline. Anyway, I kind of agreed that if she won we would be her subs for the night."

Gary shrugged, "Look if I am being honest, I am kind of just doing anything you want this time. I mean I am really interested in finding out what you're into. Besides, it's not like I am not having fun. I am okay with pushing my boundaries a little further. I already have."

"You are so good to me! Thank you so much. Should we have a code word or something in case one of us gets uncomfortable and things get out of hand?"

"You mean a safe word. James said they use the word red. He said it was a common safe word in the community."

I must have looked shocked because he followed up with, "I was paying attention in the class you know."

"Red it is," I said flashing him a seductive smile. "You ready to go down?"

"I am. Let's do this."

Gary kissed me, pulling me into his body. I let myself drink him in before breaking the kiss. "Let's not keep our guests waiting."

I walked into the living room to find James and Karen sitting on the sofa. They stood as we walked into the room.

"Everything good?" Karen asked, looking from Gary and me.

"The safe word is red," Gary blurted out.

We all laughed. This was going to be a fun night. We all agreed we were not going to visit the fourth floor. We were interested in the lifestyle, but not interested in letting the whole world know. The brochure said the sixth floor was the floor for swingers, so we all decided to start out there.

There were several conference rooms for socializing. Each had a sign outside the door that said what the room theme was. The first one was a meet and greet room for soft swing only. The next was the voyeur room for watching other couples or having other couples watch you. We ended up popping into the first room for a minute and we ran into two couples that remembered me from the Florida resort. Their enthusiasm drew the attention of others and soon there was a small crowd gathered around me asking questions. Gary gave me a wink, so I spent about a half hour retelling the events of the Bull Run from a few weeks ago and how I was crowned princess of the bulls. Everyone really enjoyed the story, and we were inundated with request to join other couples. I politely declined, telling each couple we were just out looking right now.

I looked over to Gary and saw that James and he were watching that young couple we met earlier, Brett and Allie, having sex. I wandered over to Gary and slipped my arm in his. He kissed my forehead.

As we stood there watching this couple have sex in front of us, I began to feel something. It was almost an energy they put off. It made me think of the young sexy shaman and the sexual energy I had experienced in Florida. I watched as the Allie girl climaxed, head thrown back. I marveled at how her pleasure caused my want to grow.