(MF, MMF, exhib, swing, dp, oral, anal, cons)
by Art Martin
Tom & Trudy are nominated to join a sex club...
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The day following the swing at the sleazy no-tell motel with Kyle and Lydia, my folks drove down to deliver the boys back to us. It was a five hour drive, easily doable, but not a drive taken just for the heck of it.
That morning Kyle shows up. He just walked in while I was having a good morning screw with my wife. I saw him looking in from the open door to our bedroom. Our relationship with him and his wife being what it was, it hardly merited attention that he was watching us fuck, though I would have been annoyed if he had interrupted us.
Rolling off my wife, I looked to him and asked, "You want some of this?"
"Yeah, I do, but that's not why I'm here. I came over to see if you wanted to go bowling this morning."
"Bowling? This morning? My folks will be here today with the boys."
"They won't be here until this afternoon," Trudy said rising nude from our bed. "The house is clean, and all I need to do is get the Chicken and Dumplings made. You'll just be in my way, Tom, so why don't you go with Kyle?"
"Sure, if you don't mind," I said rolling out of the sack.
"You sure you don't want some of this?" I said nodding my head towards my naked wife.
"Well, seeing that you're offering," Kyle replied with a grin.
As he began disrobing, Trudy climbed back in bed and got on her hands and knees. She wanted it doggie style. A minute later and she was getting it put to her, grinning at me grinning at her while she was fucked by the next door neighbor. After a few minutes of watching her C-cups swinging below her and her fine ass cheeks quaking with the impact of Kyle drilling into her, my flaccid organ began to respond. Before it was fully erect, I climbed onto the bed and offered it to her to suck. She didn't hesitate and went to town on my dick while Kyle fucked her as hard as he could. She began humming on my dick, then grunting as she came on Kyle's cock. Kyle, feeling her cunt muscles contracting on his plunging cock, unloaded in her.
We broke up. Kyle dressed, thanked us for the fuck, and went home for his breakfast while Trudy and I showered and prepared for the day.
Bowling with Kyle, was, well... bowling. Fun, but not particularly memorable, certainly not as memorable as the night before nor that morning. I got home about noon. Trudy fixed me a sandwich and I took a nap.
I was awakened with the clamor of my boys hooting it up as they saw their mama for the first time in two months. I got up and was given a loving greeting as well. It took a few minutes, especially with all three boys trying to tell me or Trudy about this or that, but I eventually got to greet and thank my folks for taking the boys for so long, and informing them of my new status as an NCO. Dad, in particular, was proud of me. Mom, she didn't have a clue what an NCO was, but she understood that it was a promotion and that pleased her mightily.
I couldn't get over how much each of my boys had grown in just two short months. At two, little Travis was still just a baby, but Bobby and Jimmy seemed so grown up to me. Cameron and Josh from next door came thundering in. So much for our boys being glad seeing their mom and dad; friends, best friends, were better, and so the boys disappeared outside where they joined up with Ben and Suzie from across the street.
This was fine with us, as it gave us time to talk with my mom and dad and get caught up with all the things, good and bad, that had happened since Christmas. Nothing really bad happened, just our boys being boys and getting into things they shouldn't. And as much as Mom reiterated how much work the three were, it was also obvious that she wanted to take them home with her for another two months.
As they had stopped an hour before and fed the kids, we didn't eat until late in the afternoon. Trudy's baked chicken and dumplings were delicious, better than how my mom made them and the two chatted and shared recipes while my dad and I talked about my job and promotion. That evening, they left and checked into a nearby Holiday Inn, as we simply didn't have room to accommodate them in our modest base-housing.
Next day, we took them to church where we sat and listened to a hell fire and damnation sermon about adultery. Neither Trudy nor I were moved enough to alter our new wicked and fun ways. After church, we had lunch off base at a popular cafeteria. The boys were in awe of all the choices they had, especially when it came to desserts. I was grateful that Dad sprang for the check. Later, we joined Kyle and Lydia and grilled hamburgers, along with the folks across the street, John and Carol Masterson, Suzie and Ben's parents.
Even though they lived just across the street, I didn't know John or Carol all that well. I knew their two kids well enough, Suzie and her younger brother, Ben, but not the parents, as they seemed to keep to themselves. A "cold" front had pushed through the night before, so It was a pleasant evening, but not too cool.
My folks stayed another two nights. Monday I went in to work and Mom took Trudy out on a shopping trip, buying us a new set of dishes and flatware, as we had nothing that matched. That and a new set of very nice pots and pans, as well as some new bedding for us, and a few personal things for Trudy. For Trudy, it was like Christmas all over again, only better, as she got some things we really needed and not just random "gifts". As far as shopping for the boys, the grandmothers had already bought them new clothes, so that was taken care of for awhile.
That night, I ventured to take them to the NCO Club for dinner. The boys, we palmed off on Lydia and Kyle. I'd never been in the NCO Club before, so I didn't know what to expect. It was nice and the food was good. Again Dad picked up the tab.
Dad was just paying the bill when Mike Poole made his appearance. He'd been in the stag bar, and upon seeing us, made a beeline for us. I made the introductions and Mike praised me. To hear Mike tell it, I was the best aircraft mechanic in the Air Force.
Taking me aside as we were leaving, Mike asked, "What's for dinner this week?"
"I don't know, Mike. You'll have to ask Trudy."
"Whatever she fixes will be fine with me. Tell her to buy whatever she needs and I'll pay for it."
Things went back to normal fairly quickly once Mom and Dad left, but things could never go back to the way they were before Christmas.
Wednesday evening, Sergeant Poole, or rather Mike, arrived for his now weekly feed. In addition to the small bouquet of flowers and a bottle of Riesling wine he brought for Trudy, he brought along toy "helicopters" for the boys. The action part of toy was basically a propeller within a ring. The launcher had a spring mechanism that you pulled back, set the propeller upon the launcher, pulled the trigger and the "helicopter" flew off across the room. The boys loved them. Of course, Travis, being only two, could only pull the trigger after the thing was set up. The first time, it startled him when it flew off. The second time, it was met with joyful laughter. Jimmy at 4, had difficulty at first too, but got the hang of it soon enough. To Bobby, the oldest, it was all second nature and he was soon helping his two brothers, especially Travis. "Uncle" Mike was an instant hit with the boys and they were soon climbing all over him. I think Mike had as much fun playing with the boys, as they did playing with him.
With the boys home and running in and out of house, there was little opportunity for their parents to be naughty with the neighbors. But there was plenty of time to socialize in a traditional manner, sitting outside in the late afternoon, sipping beer and yaking it up while the kids played outside. John and Carol Masterson, little Suzie's and Ben's folks, now joined us regularly and we got to know them a little better.
So, it's a weekday afternoon after work and we're all sitting under the Mastersons' carport awning, drinking beer and talking about this and that. The kids were running about, inside and outside, causing the normal ruckus as they were wont to do. Suddenly we noticed that things had gotten quiet.
"Where are the kids?" Kyle asked.
"Inside," John replied.
"They're awfully quiet," his wife, Carol said. "I'd better check up on them." She went inside. Several minutes passed before the kids came piling out, hooting it up, followed by Carol.
"Ya'll play outside!" yelled John as they ran past.
"So what were they up to?" John asked his wife as she sat back down in her folding chair.
"Never mind..." she replied. Nothing more was said about the incident. It was kids being kids.
However, later that night Bobby came up to me and in a low voice he said, "Did you know that Suzie doesn't have a wiener?"
It took every ounce of control for me not to burst out laughing. "Yes, I know that," I replied. "Suzie is a girl and girls don't have wieners. Boys have wieners, but girls don't."
Looking at me with a furrowed brow he asked, "How does she pee if she doesn't have a wiener?"
"Boys stand to pee, right? Well, girls sit on the toilet to pee."
"Oh..." I could tell that he was trying to figure it out. "They pee out their butthole?"
"No," I laughed. "They have another hole to pee from."
"Oh..."
"Any other questions?" I asked.
"Um, is Mommy a girl?"
"Yes," I replied with a smile.
"Mommy doesn't have a wiener?"
"No, Mommy is a girl and girls don't have wieners."
"Oh, okay."
He turned to go, but I stopped him. "Hold on there, Bobby. How do you know that Suzie doesn't have a wiener?"
"She showed us."
"What brought that on?" I asked.
"Ben said she didn't have a wiener. We didn't believe him, so he asked Suzie to show us and she did."
"I see. And did you show Suzie your wiener?"
He cast his eyes down. "We all did. We had to, or she wouldn't show hers."
Stifling a smile I told him, "It's not polite to take your clothes off when you are at someone else's house."
"Am I in trouble?" he responded with a worried look.
"No, you're not in trouble. But from now on, you don't take your clothes off when playing or when you're at someone else's house."
"Oh, okay, Daddy."
Having done my parental duty, I patted him on the head and sent him on his way.
The following weekend was Lydia's birthday. Kyle wanted us all to go to the Wagon Wheel that Saturday night. Lydia secured babysitters for not only them, but also us and the Mastersons. Seeing that I had seating for six in the minivan (after removing the three car seats), I was elected to drive. I thought it curious that John was lugging along a boom box with him, and Kyle had a knapsack, but I didn't say anything.
We had a good time at the Wagon Wheel, dancing with our wives and each others' wives. We also saw some other guys that we knew, along with their dates and/or wives. It was great fun and a good break for the ladies from the kids. I was looking out for Mike Poole, but I never saw him.
Around ten PM, Kyle announced that it was time to go. "Go? It's only 10! We're not ready to go home," I protested.
"Who said anything about going home?" he replied.
"Then where are we going?"
"Where do you think, Tom?"
"Uh, we're taking John and Carol home first?"
"No! They're coming with us," he replied with a wicked grin.
"Really?"
"Yes, really. Lydia tells me that they like to mix it up with other couples too."
"How does she know that?"
"Girls talk," he replied. "Now let's get going."
So we all piled into the minivan and headed over to the rundown NoTell Motel. I got out and secured us a standard room with two beds. I moved the van over in front of our room and everyone piled out. Once inside, I realized why John brought along the boom box, as we now had party music. As for the knapsack Kyle brought along, from it he pulled out a bottle of Tequila, a baggie with sliced limes, a salt shaker and a couple of shot glasses.
Trudy had never had a shot of Tequila before, but she was game. Soon Carol, who, was a bit pudgy, put on a strip show for us, going down to her bra and panties. That got things going and Lydia stripped down to just her panties.
"Trudy! Trudy! Trudy!" came the cry.
Liquored up on two beers and a single shot of tequila, my wife's inhibitions were precariously lowered. With the enthusiastic approval of Kyle and John, Trudy went all the way. Within minutes we were all naked and dancing, groping and being groped. Carol flopped down on one of the beds where Kyle and I joined her. Meanwhile, John ended up on the other bed with Trudy and Lydia.
Carol wasted no time in going down on me with her ass hiked in the air. Kyle came up from behind and ran his cock up her puss. I looked to the other bed where John was lying on his back; Lydia had mounted his cock and Trudy had mounted his face. Pretty soon, Kyle was getting his cock sucked while I fucked Carol and Trudy was bouncing up and down on John's spike while he feasted on Lydia's just fucked pussy.
All too soon it was past midnight and we had to leave to take the babysitters home. Best damned birthday party I'd ever been to.
Things started off pretty pretty normal for a Sunday. We went to church and then just hung out under our carport and watched the kids play. Soon Kyle and Lydia joined us and shortly thereafter, John and Carol Masterson joined us. The topic quickly centered on the hedonistic night at the NoTell Motel. It amazed me how relaxed Trudy, stone sober, had become in discussing sex with other folks. Then again, there were no secrets between the six of us after the night before.
Lydia suggested that we all play cards sometimes. "Strip poker?" Kyle suggested immediately.
"No, Hearts, Spades or Gin Rummy," she replied with a playful punch to his shoulder.
"I have an idea," piped up John.
"Tom, do you have a deck of cards?"
"Maybe," I replied.
"Hon?"
"Okay," Trudy replied with a hint of annoyance, "I'll go get them." She went inside and soon came out with a well worn deck of cards.
She handed them to John, who shuffled the cards, then fanned out the entire deck. "The game is quick poker."
No one had ever heard of this game. We all shrugged and got on with the game.
"Alright, girls, pick a card, any card." They each picked a card out of the deck.
I'm thinking he had some sort of card trick he wanted to show, but he held the cards out again saying, "Alright, guys, pick a card." Kyle and I picked a card and then John picked his card.
"Okay, here's how we play. The two highest cards, go over to Kyle and Lydia's and... do a quickie."
We all looked at each other gauging the degree on interest in this "game".
"What about the kids?" Carol asked.
"What about the kids," replied John. "They're playing outside. We'll keep them away from next door. Better yet, just lock the door." Sounded like a plan to Kyle and me.
"Okay, ladies, show us your cards."
Trudy had the highest card, the nine of clubs. We guys then showed our cards. John had the highest card, the Jack of diamonds.
"Man on top," John said standing up, "Okay, baby, let's you and me go do it."
I noticed that Trudy was trying to suppress a smile as she stood up. John was grinning ear to ear. I had a stirring in the groin as I watched them walk next door to fuck.
While they were gone, the remaining four of us decided how to play out this game. Kyle suggested, "Tom, you do Lydia and I'll do Carol. Carol and I will go first, seeing that my card was higher than yours, Tom." That sounded fair and equitable.
Five, six minutes later, John and my wife reappeared.
"That was quick," said Kyle.
"That's why it's called quick-poke-er," his wife explained emphasizing each syllable.
It might have been a quickie, but I couldn't help but notice that my wife had a glow of satisfaction about her.
Kyle stood and offered his hand to Carol. "Hold on there, Kyle," said John.
"What do mean, hold on? It's our turn," replied Kyle.
"Yes, that's fine but..."
"But what?"
"Carol, what was your card?"
"Eight of spades."
"Kyle, your card?"
"Three of hearts."
"Okay, woman on top," John said.
"Oh! I get it!" replied Kyle with a grin. Grasping Carol by the hand, they traipsed over next door for a quickie. Only they weren't particularly quick about it, taking at least ten minutes, which I guess is pretty quick when it comes to fucking the neighbor's wife.
At last it was Lydia and my turn. She had a higher card than I did, so she was to be on top. Like the other men, I was only was wearing shorts with no shirt, so I was nude in no time and flopped down on the pecker-tracked bed. The cold wet spots were immediately noticeable. While I fondled myself to firmness, Lydia shed her clothes, then crawled over me, aimed and sat down on my dick, impaling herself. Me, I love this position as it gave me the opportunity to play with her D-cup tits. Also, as time was a factor, I could also diddle her clit while she fucked me. Five minutes tops and her pussy was squeezing my cock triggering my own orgasm.
The moment passed, Lydia slid off my soft prick panting and we added our own pecker tracks to the bedding. Lydia didn't seem to care, so why should I? We dressed and joined the group under my carport, the kids none the wiser.
Everyone agreed that Quick Poker was a fun game. Indeed, we'd play that game often in the future. Sometimes you ended up with your spouse rather than someone else's spouse. That was good too, as it had that random element of chance with it.
Nearing lunch break, Monday morning, Sergeant Poole took me aside. "Randal," he said addressing me by my last name, "at lunch, call Trudy and tell her you'll be late this afternoon."
"Late? Why?" I asked thinking we had a big job that needed to get done pronto.
He glared at me, like he does at work whenever he detects the slightest push back from one of his troops. "Because, you and me, Sergeant Randal, we need to talk. And not here," he said lowering his voice. "We'll go to the NCO Club, have a beer and talk."
"Talk about what?" I asked.
"I said, not here!" he snapped.
So I called Trudy and told her I'd be late and that Mike wanted to have a talk with me outside the shop.
At quitting time, I rode over on my Honda 150 and met Mike at the Club. He ordered two beers from the bar and then picked a table away from anyone else.
"I'll get right to the point, Tom," he began as soon as we were settled. "I got a call from a good friend of mine last night. He's the membership chairman of a, shall we say, select and secret club."
"Secret club? What kind of club?" I asked.
He leaned in and in a low voice replied, "A sex club." I know my eyebrows shot up at that. "A secret, on base, sex club. You know, wife swapping.
"He called and told me that you and Trudy had been nominated to join the club."
"Nominated? By whom?"
"I can't tell you that. For everyone's protection, membership is secret."
I'm thinking, 'Kyle and Lydia? Or was it John and Carol?'
"He called me because he wants me to vet you and Trudy. I'm to report back to him your suitability for membership. Now, do not discuss this with anyone, other than Trudy. I'll conduct my interviews when I'm over for supper Wednesday evening. Okay?"
"Uh, sure," I stammered rocked by the knowledge that our dirty little secret was out.
What else could I say? Someone had been talking and word was out that I let my wife fuck other guys. And not only that, but Mike, my boss, now knew that I let other men fuck my wife. He was always careful to be appropriate towards her whenever he came over, but it was also obvious he had the hots for her. I also knew, that come Wednesday, he would fuck her as part of his interview.
I finished my beer and went home. As soon as I got home, I wanted to see Kyle, but Trudy told me he was sent on temporary duty to at another base. Kyle and John Masterson were in the same unit, so if Kyle was gone for the week, then John was too.
"Why do you need to see Kyle so bad?" Trudy asked. So I told her.
"Has Lydia ever mentioned a sex club to you?" I asked my wife. "Carol?"
Trudy was as mystified as I was about who "nominated us", but she also said that a club like that sounded like a lot of fun. She'd come a long, long way since Christmas.
With visions of bedding dozens of willing women, I told her that Mike was going to "interview" us for the club after supper Wednesday night and that I suspected that he would want to have sex with her.
"Really? With Mike? Gawd, he's so big! Do you think he's as big, you know where, as he is everywhere else?"
"I know he is," I replied.
"How?"
"You know, it gets pretty hot in those hangers and we all shower before going home. And let me tell you, he's that long," I said holding my hands apart, "and that thick," I added showing my closed fist.
"Oh, my god!"
END of CHAPTER 6
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