They still called it the Friday Flower Club although it had long since given up on flower arranging. Marjorie suggested one day they should rename it the Saturday Sex Club, but that wasn't correct either; they never met on Saturdays when husbands were likely to be at home. There was nothing formal, no chairperson or secretary, no treasurer collecting member...
Many years ago there was a sex club, for lack of better words, called Plato's Retreat. The club was in lower Manhattan in NYC. It was the premier sex club in the country. I had always wanted to go there and see what the place was like and what it offered but I did not want to go alone. I was a young man in my early twenties. At that time, I used to go onli...
It all began quite innocently. My husband and I heard of a little known, by invitation only, club where after 2 a.m. apparently anything and everything goes. The club is located in the mountains, in Nevada, almost on the California border between Reno and Lake Tahoe. I'm sorry. I am getting a little ahead of the story. My name is Rhonda and my husband is L...
This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way, nor published or shown at other web sites without the permission of the author. Please provide feedback, if you choose. All comments appreciated. Gary had returned from a business trip that kept him away from Senior Club activities for over a week. He unpacked, showered and fi...
After being married for ten years Linda and we had discussed swinger clubs and our sexual fantasies which always lead to some pretty hot sex usually ending with me coming in her mouth as she masturbated with a vibrator in her pussy. This scene repeated itself often as we both fantasized her being fucked by another man while giving me a blowjob. At some point...
Note: This stand-alone story is part of our continuing swinging adventures. I hope you find at least some humor in these stories. Chapter 9: In Da Club Part III – Wax on, whacks off, Daniel-san When we moved north, we had to find a new swing club to go to. Oh, we moved north. Didn't I tell you that? Well, we did. Try to keep up. Anyway, there a...
This is a story of My wife, her female lover and myself at a sex club. There is a lot of sex with men and some lesbian action. If this is not your cup of tea, please pass it by. For all others, if you want another chapter, please let me know. ********* This was the first time I watched the new game show, Guess My Fantasy, on cable TV. From what I could se...
"I learned a long time ago that reality was much weirder than anyone's imagination." ― Hunter S. Thompson I am Joe's nine inch cock. My name is Hugh Mungus. Actually, my name is something else. Provided the necessary research, you'd probably be able to figure out what that is. Not that this matters. I reside in a one room hovel farted out the rectum of M...
Alone in the big city, wishing to find a friendly face somewhere, Mandy took her curvy and quite slim body to the Featherstone Street Tennis Club. Next to shopping, tennis was her passion. A young man responded when she said, "Excuse me", dragging his lips off his companion's which certainly indicated they weren't brother and sister. Bozo or whatever his...
Lisa had worked for the same medium sized law firm since she graduated law school. Tim was an independent IT consultant. Both were doing well, but Lisa was definitely the high earner in their relationship. She worked in a more lucrative industry, but she was also a tireless high achiever with a dynamic personality. Lisa was an accomplished and intelligent...