12-02-2019, 10:35 AM
After they parked their car in a nearby parking lot, they stood watching the club's entrance for a few minutes.
Gerald took hold of Aiko's hand. "Let's do it," Gerald finally said.
The first thing they saw as they approached the door was a sign that read: Private Party, Bat in the Box Club.
"If one of us wants to leave, we both leave. No argument. Okay?" Gerald said to re-assure his wife yet.
"I know, dear," Aiko replied.
With that, they opened the door and walked in.
A lady just inside the door collected their entry fees. "I haven't seen you two before," she observed.
"First time," Gerald replied."
"Are you familiar with our rules?"
"Yes," he replied, "we saw them on your website."
"Well, go on in," she smiled. "Just relax and enjoy."
"Thanks," Gerald said. "At this point we just want to get a feel for things."
"I'm sure you will feel a few things," she said with a straight face.
The club's facility was spacious. Normally served as a banquet hall. The lights were low. Tables and chairs were distributed along the walls. The centre of the room was left clear, obviously to allow dancing.
Snacks were available at the bar. Alcohol bought offsite and drugs were strictly forbidden, but beer and wine were for sale at the bar. Violation of the club's rules meant expulsion. Repeat offenders were banned permanently.
Only a small number of people were present.
"Things don't really start hopping until after 10:00," their hostess informed them. "Oh, by the way," she added, "put on one of those wristbands you see in the box near the bar. Red means you're only looking, not participating. Yellow means touching and feeling is allowed, but you're not looking for sex. Green means you're looking for sex partners. As a couple, you're required to wear the same colour at all times."
"And if we change our minds?" Gerald asked.
"You can change wristbands at any time but you both still have to wear the same colour. It's a meeting place for swinging couples. It's either both of you or neither of you."
Gerald and Aiko nodded.
"Red?" Aiko asked tentatively.
"No, yellow," he said decisively. "If we were just going to watch, we could have stayed home and rented an erotic movie. We're here for more that. Wasn't that the point of coming here?" he questioned.
Aiko realized he had a point. They were here to get a taste of what the swinging lifestyle was like. Still, the scene made her nervous... and excited.
"Okay," she said softly. "And no means no."
"Yes, no means no."
They walked over to the bar where they bought two glasses of wine. They made themselves comfortable at one of the tables.
* * *
For a while nothing happened. But as the evening wore on, more couples trickled in, each couple choosing wristbands of one or the other colour. They came in all ages, shapes, sizes and colours. Many sat down but a few couples danced. Not surprisingly, the club played romantic or slow lounge-type music.
Another hour passed. The club became more crowded. The dance floor gradually filled up.
Aiko and Gerald continued to watch. Couples wearing red wristbands were left alone.
"Oh look, Gerald," Aiko whispered. "Over there to the left."
They saw an exchange of pleasantries between two couples. They wore wedding rings and green wristbands. After seeing the women nod in agreement, the two couples appeared to make a switch. The men slipped their hands under the women's blouses. It was obvious what they were doing.
"It's making me hot," Gerald whispered. "Let's go dance and do some groping ourselves!" With that he took Aiko's hand and led her to the dance floor.
Aiko almost went into a ballroom dance hold position but Gerald put a quick end to the gesture. He wrapped his arms around his wife and pulled her tightly against his body. He nuzzled her neck.
"Gerald," she protested, "people are watching!"
"No kidding," he replied. "What do you expect when we're in a place like this. And," he added, "I've got the sexiest woman in the place in my arms."
Aiko put her arms around her man's neck and laid her head on his shoulder. "Flattery will get everywhere, hon." She relaxed. She put her lips to his ear. "I'm getting hot too," she confessed to enjoying the comfort and safety of her husband's embrace.
A mischievous thought struck Aiko. She pressed her pelvis against him, then squirmed in his arms for good measure.
Gerald pressed his pelvis against hers. He was getting a hard-on. "Aiko, you are such a luscious little tease."
They kissed passionately. A tremor of excitement coursed through Aiko's body as Gerald allowed his hands to travel slowly down his wife's back, while nuzzling and nipping her neck and ears. She loved his masculine aroma and the feel of his strong arms wrapped around her. Her pussy moistened. Briefly, they forgot with their surroundings.
Suddenly, Gerald felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked toward the source, a man who was wearing a green wristband. He was tall. His black hair was shot through with flashes of flashes of grey. He looked fairly healthy although he had a small paunch. Gerald estimated he was in his early 50s.
The woman with him appeared to be a natural blonde. She was voluptuous. Gerald couldn't be sure if it was due to age or genetics, maybe both.
The couple wore green wristbands.
"We couldn't help notice you because we've never seen you here before. My name is Stan, and this is my wife Linda."
The men shook hands.
She smiled and shook hands with Gerald. "Hi, pleased to meet you."
"Gerald gestured toward Aiko. "This is my wife Ai..., er, Manko. I'm Pimmel."
Aiko giggled and shook hands with each of them in turn.
"Those are unusual names," Stan observed.
"Indeed they are," Gerald smiled.
"You're really cute," Linda interjected directing her remark to Aiko.
"Yes" Gerald smirked, "she is my Manko," and pulled her against him.
"And Pimmel is my man. He belongs to me," Aiko added, putting both arms around his waist.
Not quite understanding what the exchange was about, Linda changed the subject. "Are you here for the first time?" she asked.
Gerald took hold of Aiko's hand. "Let's do it," Gerald finally said.
The first thing they saw as they approached the door was a sign that read: Private Party, Bat in the Box Club.
"If one of us wants to leave, we both leave. No argument. Okay?" Gerald said to re-assure his wife yet.
"I know, dear," Aiko replied.
With that, they opened the door and walked in.
A lady just inside the door collected their entry fees. "I haven't seen you two before," she observed.
"First time," Gerald replied."
"Are you familiar with our rules?"
"Yes," he replied, "we saw them on your website."
"Well, go on in," she smiled. "Just relax and enjoy."
"Thanks," Gerald said. "At this point we just want to get a feel for things."
"I'm sure you will feel a few things," she said with a straight face.
The club's facility was spacious. Normally served as a banquet hall. The lights were low. Tables and chairs were distributed along the walls. The centre of the room was left clear, obviously to allow dancing.
Snacks were available at the bar. Alcohol bought offsite and drugs were strictly forbidden, but beer and wine were for sale at the bar. Violation of the club's rules meant expulsion. Repeat offenders were banned permanently.
Only a small number of people were present.
"Things don't really start hopping until after 10:00," their hostess informed them. "Oh, by the way," she added, "put on one of those wristbands you see in the box near the bar. Red means you're only looking, not participating. Yellow means touching and feeling is allowed, but you're not looking for sex. Green means you're looking for sex partners. As a couple, you're required to wear the same colour at all times."
"And if we change our minds?" Gerald asked.
"You can change wristbands at any time but you both still have to wear the same colour. It's a meeting place for swinging couples. It's either both of you or neither of you."
Gerald and Aiko nodded.
"Red?" Aiko asked tentatively.
"No, yellow," he said decisively. "If we were just going to watch, we could have stayed home and rented an erotic movie. We're here for more that. Wasn't that the point of coming here?" he questioned.
Aiko realized he had a point. They were here to get a taste of what the swinging lifestyle was like. Still, the scene made her nervous... and excited.
"Okay," she said softly. "And no means no."
"Yes, no means no."
They walked over to the bar where they bought two glasses of wine. They made themselves comfortable at one of the tables.
* * *
For a while nothing happened. But as the evening wore on, more couples trickled in, each couple choosing wristbands of one or the other colour. They came in all ages, shapes, sizes and colours. Many sat down but a few couples danced. Not surprisingly, the club played romantic or slow lounge-type music.
Another hour passed. The club became more crowded. The dance floor gradually filled up.
Aiko and Gerald continued to watch. Couples wearing red wristbands were left alone.
"Oh look, Gerald," Aiko whispered. "Over there to the left."
They saw an exchange of pleasantries between two couples. They wore wedding rings and green wristbands. After seeing the women nod in agreement, the two couples appeared to make a switch. The men slipped their hands under the women's blouses. It was obvious what they were doing.
"It's making me hot," Gerald whispered. "Let's go dance and do some groping ourselves!" With that he took Aiko's hand and led her to the dance floor.
Aiko almost went into a ballroom dance hold position but Gerald put a quick end to the gesture. He wrapped his arms around his wife and pulled her tightly against his body. He nuzzled her neck.
"Gerald," she protested, "people are watching!"
"No kidding," he replied. "What do you expect when we're in a place like this. And," he added, "I've got the sexiest woman in the place in my arms."
Aiko put her arms around her man's neck and laid her head on his shoulder. "Flattery will get everywhere, hon." She relaxed. She put her lips to his ear. "I'm getting hot too," she confessed to enjoying the comfort and safety of her husband's embrace.
A mischievous thought struck Aiko. She pressed her pelvis against him, then squirmed in his arms for good measure.
Gerald pressed his pelvis against hers. He was getting a hard-on. "Aiko, you are such a luscious little tease."
They kissed passionately. A tremor of excitement coursed through Aiko's body as Gerald allowed his hands to travel slowly down his wife's back, while nuzzling and nipping her neck and ears. She loved his masculine aroma and the feel of his strong arms wrapped around her. Her pussy moistened. Briefly, they forgot with their surroundings.
Suddenly, Gerald felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked toward the source, a man who was wearing a green wristband. He was tall. His black hair was shot through with flashes of flashes of grey. He looked fairly healthy although he had a small paunch. Gerald estimated he was in his early 50s.
The woman with him appeared to be a natural blonde. She was voluptuous. Gerald couldn't be sure if it was due to age or genetics, maybe both.
The couple wore green wristbands.
"We couldn't help notice you because we've never seen you here before. My name is Stan, and this is my wife Linda."
The men shook hands.
She smiled and shook hands with Gerald. "Hi, pleased to meet you."
"Gerald gestured toward Aiko. "This is my wife Ai..., er, Manko. I'm Pimmel."
Aiko giggled and shook hands with each of them in turn.
"Those are unusual names," Stan observed.
"Indeed they are," Gerald smiled.
"You're really cute," Linda interjected directing her remark to Aiko.
"Yes" Gerald smirked, "she is my Manko," and pulled her against him.
"And Pimmel is my man. He belongs to me," Aiko added, putting both arms around his waist.
Not quite understanding what the exchange was about, Linda changed the subject. "Are you here for the first time?" she asked.
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