Married Couple Visit a Swinger Club (First Cuckolding Book 1)

  Married Couple Visit

  a Swinger Club

  FIRST CUCKOLDING

  (Volume 1 Sara Shared)

  Matt Coolomon

  Adults Only

  High level erotic content

  Copyright © 2015 Matt Coolomon

  All rights reserved. No part of this eBook may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted, in any form, without the written consent of the copyright holder.

  This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any real life person is coincidental.

  Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11

  Other titles by Matt Coolomon:

  Sweet Catherine’s First Experiences

  Sweet Catherine is a Pretty Plaything

  Sweet Catherine Can’t Say No

  Sweet Catherine Really Likes Men

  Sweet Catherine’s Open Marriage

  Sweet Catherine at the Gentlemen’s Club

  Glory Hole Wife

  Party Girl Shared

  Married Couple Visit a Swinger Club

  Young Wife Gets a Sensual Massage

  Wife Shared at the Lake

  Wife Tries Oral at a Party

  Young Wife Shared on a Desert Island

  Wife Offered to the House Guest

  Wife Shared with Dirty Old Men

  Girlfriend Agrees to Sex with his Buddies

  Bride-to-be Tries Other Men

  Wife Tries Flashing and More

  1

  Adrian Greer is thirty-five and bored shitless with his job and life in general. His buddy Frank downs the last of his beer and stands from the bar stool, tossing a nod in the direction of the exit. Adrian finishes his beer and follows out to the parking lot. It’s Friday afternoon, their regular end-of-week drinking session over at 6PM. Adrian has a family to get home to.

  He watches out the window while they drive along past the shopping mall and businesses of their suburb. They work right there at the Bottlemart outlet – the dayshift crew. Adrian is the assistant store manager. Frank has been working with him for years.

  “Want to see something?” Frank says, a dare in his tone.

  Adrian looks at him. “What?”

  Frank is grinning. “It’s kind of fucked up.”

  Adrian waits for more information. His buddy glances. “Would you get into much shit with Sara if you’re late?”

  “I don’t know. Why?”

  “Because it’s a twenty minute drive.”

  “What is?”

  “A new club.” Frank’s grin is still there. “Want to go check it out?”

  “What – a strip club?”

  “Not exactly…. Apparently it’s a swinger club. So my cousin Brett reckons. He got a job on the front door.”

  “Swinger? Like group fucking and that? Orgies?”

  “Yeah – something like that. Apparently it’s exclusive. Costs a shitload to get in.”

  Adrian cocks an eyebrow. “I haven’t got any cash, man.”

  “Nah – Brett’s going to let us in. It’ll be sweet.”

  “Okay. Cool. But we can’t stay long. Sara’s got the kids’ basketball tonight but they’ll be home by eight.”

  “Yeah, man, we’ll just have a quick look. Brett said it’s like, married couples and that. Dudes letting other dudes fuck their wives.”

  “No fucking way!” Adrian scoffs. “You’re shitting me, right?”

  “Nope. That’s what Brett said…. That’s what swinging is, man. It’s like, wife swapping.”

  “Shit…. I thought that was just those free love parties back in the seventies…. So there’s clubs for doing it, eh?”

  “I don’t know. I’ve never seen one before. You see plenty of swinger stuff online.”

  Adrian doesn’t get much of a go on the computer at home. He’s never taken an interest to learn how to use it, plus the kids are always on it. He prefers his gardens anyway. He and Sara bought the house when they married and have been there seventeen years. Adrian’s gardens are well established – the best in the neighbourhood.

  “Here it is, man. Looks pretty quiet. It’s probably too early.” Frank pulls into a parking spot away from the entrance. There are two other cars and room for another ten. The place looks like a regular villa in the woods, though quite large. It’s just the one level but looks like it extends a fair way back into the trees. “Hey, Brett,” Frank greets his cousin with a handshake.

  Adrian nods to the big guy, who he’s met a couple of times at parties. He’s tending a counter, dressed in a black suit and tie. The foyer they’ve entered is stained wood and glass, the ambience expensive.

  “You’re a bit underdressed,” Brett points out. “You won’t be able to stay long. It’s formal after seven.”

  Frank shrugs. “Cool. We just want a look…. What’s the go here anyway, man? How much does it cost to get in for real?”

  “Silver band’s fifty. Gold’s two hundred.” Brett shows two elastic wrist bands.

  “Fuck! What’s the difference? It better be good. Fifty sounds fair but….”

  Brett grins. “It’s pretty simple. Silver, you get to watch. Gold, you get to participate.”

  “Participate? Like fucking?”

  “Well, there’s no guarantee, but if one of the women like you well enough….”

  “So who are the women? Do they work here – hookers?” Adrian asks. He can see through a tinted glass door to where a woman is sitting at a bar with two men.

  “No they don’t work here. They’re not working at all. They don’t get paid, except getting in for free…. Only men have to pay entry, unless they’re with a woman…. Couples are welcome free, of course.”

  Frank takes all that in. “Okay, so what colour band does the guy get if he brings his wife or girlfriend? Does he get gold?”

  “Of course. How fair would that be if he didn’t?”

  Adrian’s trying to get his head around what he’s hearing. “So does the wife or girlfriend do it with other guys? Like an orgy?”

  Brett chuckles. “It’s up to her, man. No one has to do anything if they don’t want to. You can just have a drink if you want. It’s simply a club – with rooms for swinging if couples want to use them…. The barmaids are topless, of course, and there’s one way mirrors where silver bands can see into the rooms. Gold bands are allowed along the hallway and to watch inside the rooms – join in if they’re invited.”

  “Shit – that sounds fucking hot,” Frank declares.

  Brett hands over two silver bands. “Hurry up then. You’ve got fifteen minutes.”

  They slip the bands on their wrists and enter through the glass doors. The woman at the bar is walking with the two men. They go around the far side of the bar and enter a doorway with another big man in a black suit guarding it. There are two men along the bar a bit and a middle aged couple sitting in a booth across the far side of the room. Two girls behind the bar are topless and wearing short black skirts, fishnets and frilly white aprons. One approaches Adrian and Frank, smiling, her tits jiggling, her nipples erect. “What can I get you gentlemen?”

  They order beers. She pours them and takes the twenty Frank offers. “Another four dollars please, sir?”

  “Seriously? Twelve dollars for a beer?”

  She keeps smiling. “Yes, sir. Plus a tip if you like.”

  Frank’s wallet is empty. Adrian gives the girl a ten.

  “Thank you, sir.” She leaves them to their drinks.

  “Fuck. That hurt,” Frank says, sipping his beer. “Not bad, though.”

  “I wonder if they took that woman to one of the rooms. Brett said
there’s one way mirrors.”

  They both look around. There’s a vacant doorway just beyond the one being guarded. They shrug to each other and stroll over. The big man nods, seemingly fine with them going through the doorway. It leads to a hallway, brick on one side and an internal wall with windows opposite. Through the first window is a vacant room with a bed and three chairs. The next window offers the same. There are six more. The fourth one has the woman and two men inside, one of the men going down on her while the other one stands watching.

  Frank and Adrian sip their beers and watch too. The guy doing the deed lowers his pants and gets between the woman’s legs. She guides him in and he starts nailing her.

  “Fuck me,” Frank says.

  Adrian agrees. “You’re not kidding. That’s fucking hot.”

  “I wonder if the other dude’s the husband.” Frank waves a hand. “I don’t think they can see us.”

  “No it’s one way,” Adrian says, staring stunned.

  The guy gets off. He’s done the woman bare and she sucks him clean. They fix their clothes and leave the room. Frank and Adrian drop their empty glasses on the bar and thank Brett on their way out.

  Adrian arrives home with a half hour to spare before his wife and kids are due back from basketball. He clicks the computer on and searches SWINGERS. Some sites are listed and he clicks on a few of them, but it’s all pop-ups and stuff he doesn’t understand how to access. He closes down and has a quick shower then heats up his dinner.

  2

  Sara pulls into the driveway with her phone ringing. The kids run off inside.

  “Hi, Dad. What’s up?”

  “Oh, Sara, sweetheart, your mother asked me to double check what day the kids are getting here. Is it Saturday or Sunday?”

  “Saturday if that’s okay. We should be there before lunch…. Are you sure this won’t be too much, Dad? Mum says it’s fine, but James is fifteen now and Olivia’s even more of a handful these days.”

  “I’m sure it will be fine, sweetheart. We love having them, and you and Adrian need your time. We remember what it was like at your age.”

  Sara chuckles. “Which is why we used to get sent to Grandma’s too, huh?”

  “Of course!”

  “Hmm. Well we’ll see you next Saturday, Dad. Enjoy your last days of peace and quiet.”

  Her father chuckles. “Bye, sweetheart. Say hello to Adrian for us.”

  Sara collects her shopping and backs into the house with her hands full. “Olivia, your gear’s still in the car! James, will you help your sister and make sure to lock it up please, honey?”

  Olivia flashes past. James is on the computer, eyes glued to the game he’s playing. He grumbles, pauses it, and grabs the car keys from Sara.

  Adrian looks up from the television. “Have you all eaten, baby?”

  “We had McDonalds.” The kids come running back inside. “Go have your shower, Olivia. I want the bath.”

  “Aw. But I have to call Trisha.”

  “After your shower. Hurry up!”

  Sara puts the groceries away. Olivia is quickly in and out of the bathroom, and Sara soaks in the tub for half an hour, giving her legs and bikini line a shave. The kids are in their rooms when she’s done. Adrian is still watching television, almost dozing off by the look of him. She gets a cup of hot chocolate and turns on the computer to check her couple of chat groups, though she’s already yawning and is planning an early night.

  The computer is still logged onto her son’s profile. She quickly checks his history – standard practice since she caught him trying to look up topless celebrities last week. She expects he and his friends are up to that kind of thing all the time anyway, but it’s best to keep an eye on him to be sure he’s not into anything too pornographic. “Oh no,” she sighs. “Look, Adrian!”

  “What?” Adrian cranes his neck to see back over his chair.

  “James has been surfing porn again…. Swingers! Oh my!”

  “Swingers?” Adrian echoes. He comes over to look. “No, baby, that was me.”

  “What? You? Oh, Adrian! You can’t surf stuff like that using the kids’ profiles. You should log out and use mine. Or make one of your own!”

  “I don’t know how to log out and that.”

  Sara erases the history. “I’ll have to look at parent controls for their profiles. I wonder how you do that.” She logs out and opens her own profile. “What were you doing looking at that anyway, Adrian? Swingers?” She glares at her husband. He’s never looked at porn before that she’s aware of.

  “I was just curious. Frank showed me this new club just out of town and that’s what it’s about. I was just curious to see what goes on with internet stuff like that.”

  Sara’s still glaring. “You and Frank went to a swingers club?”

  “Yeah, just for a look. I couldn’t believe it. We saw these two guys with one woman, like having sex with her in this room with a one way mirror. We don’t know if it was the husband doing it with her or whether he was the one who watched.”

  “Adrian! What the hell?”

  “I know, baby. It was Frank’s idea. I was just curious.”

  “And you actually watched these people having sex?”

  “Yeah, that’s what goes on there. It costs like fifty bucks to get in and the drinks are crazy prices too. I think guys just watch mostly. Some of them must pay the extra and do the swinging as well.”

  “You paid fifty dollars to get in?”

  “No. Frank’s cousin Brett works on the door and he let us have a quick look for free.”

  Sara can’t believe it. “So what about this woman? Was she pretty?”

  Adrian blushes, shrugging and grimacing. “I don’t know. She was okay.” He grins. “There was topless barmaids too.”

  “Oh really?” Sara claims her husband’s hands as they clutch her shoulders. He has a look on his face she knows well enough. She meets his kiss. “I can’t. It’s that time of the month,” she tells him apologetically.

  It’s been over a month since the last time they had sex. Two or three months often go by between nights of passion these days. And they’re never really nights of passion – more like half hours of it.”

  Adrian kisses her again. “I might go to bed.”

  “Okay. I’ll be in soon.”

  3

  Adrian fills in on the morning shift and spends his Saturday afternoon in his garden and mowing the lawn. Sunday the kids have their sports, which will be on hold for school vacations. He’s looking forward to the break. It’s been a few years since the last time the kids went to stay with Sara’s parents at the beach. They’re only going for 5 days, but any teenager free time is quite appealing.

  On the Wednesday night, Sara responds positively to a shoulder rub and they have sex. She cuddles up to his chest afterward, twirling his hairs. “You know, I’ve been thinking about the other night…. What if we bought another computer just for us?”

  “For us?”

  “Yeah, but not a big thing like the other one. I was thinking more of a tablet we could use in bed together.”

  Adrian experiences a flush of interest. “Oh? Do you mean for adults only stuff?”

  “Yeah….” Sara peers up grinning. “It could be fun.”

  “But it was all frigging pop-ups and that credit card shit.”

  “No, there’s other stuff too…. What about sexy stories? You can buy eBooks like that. We could read them together.”

  “Okay, baby. That sounds great…. When?”

  Sara giggles. “Well that was easy.”

  “Hey I’m in. I’ve been thinking about it too, except I didn’t know how to say anything.”

  “Oh my!” Sara says, squeezing Adrian’s resurgent erection.

  “So when do you want to get a tablet, baby? What kind of stories are we going to read together?”

  Sara’s blushing now. “I’ve already checked out prices. I’ll pick one up tomorrow, okay?”

  “Okay. But what kind
of stories? Like sexy romance and that? Not those girlie books?”

  “No I wouldn’t make you read girlie books.” Sara’s still squeezing, her thumb rubbing the head of Adrian’s cock. “I think there’s some really hot stories too. More about sex than romance.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Uh huh…. Maybe even swinger sex….”

  Adrian surges his cock through Sara’s hand, encouraging her to stroke.

  She kisses his chest. “What you told me about that club you went to is what’s been on my mind ever since – about what you saw.” She straddles him and guides his next thrust into her wetness. “We should go there one night when the kids are away – just to have a look.”

  “Really, baby? You’d want to do that?”

  “Yeah! You said the women don’t have to actually do anything, didn’t you?”

  “That’s right. That’s what Brett said.”

  “Well I’d be game to at least have a look.” Sara grinds hard onto Adrian’s cock. She starts gyrating, getting herself off. Adrian sits and pulls her close. He holds her and cums hard. She does too.

  They come down together, kissing and stroking softly. “That would be awesome to go to that club, baby. There’s no way in hell I’ll be taking you into one of the fuck rooms, though.” Adrian chuckles.

  “You wouldn’t want to try it either, husband,” Sara banters back. “And anyway, I was thinking about it – do you think you could get Frank to come with us?”

  “Yeah, sure. Why?”

  “Because it would look better – like we’re already fixed up and not looking for company.”

  Adrian strokes his wife’s sweaty hair, her head resting upon his chest again. “I guess that makes sense.”

  “But do you think he would mind? It would be like me tagging along with you men, I suppose. I wouldn’t want to cramp his style or anything.”

  “Style? Frank?” Adrian chuckles. “Baby, Frank hasn’t even been on a date in years – not since Linda.”

  Sara peers up again. “Really? Why not?”

  “I don’t know. She kind of fucked him over, I think. It’s like he’s scared to try again now.”