For Part One, click here.
What I failed to mention in my previous post was while in the afternoon, I was now scheduled to meet a couple “in the lifestyle”, that morning was my son Liam’s birthday party.
I’m sure I’m not the only one to feel this way, but I find the dichotomy striking between my sex life and being a mom and an executive in a really conservative profession. In moments at my son’s party, I found myself thinking “here I am, being a Mom, doing all the good Mom things, and this afternoon I may get f*cked by some new people. Multiple people. But right now, I’m handing out loot bags.”
I got home from the party (Liam was with his Dad) and had a few hours to kill before it was time for me to go. I texted Jason back and forth to confirm I was indeed, not chickening out. I did laundry. I figured out what I was going to wear. I did some planting on my balcony.
I definitely did things far more mundane than what could be considered appropriate pre-swingers club preparation.
But I was scared shitless. Several times I contemplated bailing. But I had texted the couple already and confirmed. I wanted to do it.
What was I afraid of? That they wouldn’t be attracted to me. That nobody else would be interested in f*cking me. That I wouldn’t find anyone I was interested in. That the extra weight around my middle was a problem. That I’d be seen as the chubby girl there. That nobody would talk to me.
I wasn’t actually nervous about potentially having a sexual encounter with a woman. Or having sex in a swingers / sex club. I’d done it before. Or even having sex with a stranger. I was worried about being rejected, I suppose. Or being overdressed.
I decided on wearing just a bathing suit bottom for the patio. And I had a short cover up dress if needed. While I knew they sometimes gave out sexy outfits for women to wear at the club, I brought a dress and heels that matched the theme of the evening’s event. Remembered some makeup, in case I sweated it all off and wanted more. And that was that.
I had forgotten to eat and I needed a little bit of liquid courage. I also realized I hadn’t shaved. Ack! Body parts attended to, I made myself a power shake and chased it down with a cocktail. I was running late. Grabbed a taxi and off I went.
They were lovely at the welcome desk, it was a similar experience to the other club I went to with Ariel. But I was cracking bad jokes and talking too much – a result of being nervous. Then I got my locker key, they had Jason’s name for when he arrived later (there were no single men allowed that night), I’d paid for us as a couple, and off I went. I was so nervous she had to tell me twice where to find the locker room. And unfortunately, the couple I was there to meet wasn’t there yet.
I was wearing a gold necklace with a unicorn pendant that my Grandmother gave me when I was a young girl. It made me smirk, and gave me strength.
As I was getting undressed in the unisex locker room, a woman came in and got undressed a few feet from me. She had tattoos everywhere, a fantastic ass, and some of the biggest breasts I’d ever seen – obviously fake, defying gravity, with the scars to prove it. I know this, because as I was carefully putting on a bathing suit bottom, folding things neatly in the locker, and finding a towel, she, quickly naked, told me she loved my shoes and asked where I got them. I had the opportunity to see them up close…but I tried not to stare.
She wandered off completely nude. It inspired me to not put on my cover up but I found a towel and clutched it to my middle.
I had no other delay tactics at my disposal. Given it was early afternoon, the club was pretty empty. I decided to wander around to get my bearings. There was a woman lazily giving her partner a hand job in one room, watching me steadily as I wandered by. Other than that, there was nobody I could see. To the deck I went.
As luck would have it, I ran into the male half of the couple, Dale, as I was making my way there. He greeted me with a kiss on the cheek, explained that Lisa (his wife) was getting undressed but would be out in a few minutes. He was warm and welcoming. As I walked to the pool, a few of the couples there turned and smiled. I wasn’t the only solo female – my big breasted friend was there as well.
Once I had Lisa to talk to, I started to relax. Dale was flitting about talking to the various couples who were there. Lisa and I chatted about everything and anything. She is several years older than I am, but is also a professional women in an industry that was dominated by men when she started out.
She was in a bathrobe, and I sat, naked from the waist up. I was definitely not the largest woman there, by a long shot. That helped me feel better, as did the broad smiles I received from some of the people that were there.
While Dale had been a bit flirty, there was nothing to suggest anything was going to happen. I don’t know the swingers protocol. But at some point after an hour or so, Dale and Lisa ditched their bathrobes and invited me to get closer.
I really didn’t know what was going to happen next.
To read about my first swingers club experience, read this post.