Angie had been a member of The Club for several years, having been introduced to an ex-boyfriend. A year after becoming a couple, it became clear that Ed only wanted to fuck other women and not allow Angie the pleasure of another man in order to fulfil her own dark fantasies. The Club had been designed to allow professional, mature adults a safe and consensual place to explore their own sexuality as well as the sexuality of others and during the initial introduction phase, she had an occasional second thought about joining because she had never explored this side of herself before.

Ironically, when she broke up with Ed, he broke one of The Club’s rules and was subsequently banned from The Club with his membership revoked. Because they were a couple and not married, Angie had her own membership and continued to attend from time to time to fulfil her needs, no matter how basic or kinky they happened to be at the time. She had also dated a few men from The Club, but with so few single men allowed as members, the guys would often become possessive or territorial over her while they were in attendance. After the third guys, she made the decision to only date guys outside of The Club, more often than not, she would not even get to the point of intimacy with them because while she wasn’t into anything hard core kinky, she considered herself to be adventurous and enjoyed a variety in, and even outside of, the bedroom.

The few men that she had taken a liking to were so vanilla and plain in bed that she never even brought up the subject of The Club to them, causing her to think that perhaps there was a problem with her wants and desires. She knew that The Club had an onsite clinic for medical events, and as part of the rules, when a member became physically intimate with someone outside of The Club, they were required to adhere to certain rules, which included a few blood tests to ensure that they remain disease free for the safety of all of the other members. During one of these routine blood tests, she started talking to one of the nurses, who she had become friends with while attending The Club. The nurse quickly put Angie’s mind at ease by reminding her that they had a few mental health counselor’s available for consultation with members and that these sessions were usually held offsite and covered by most health insurance policies.

As a result, Angie made an appointment with one of the counselors, a female as she felt that she would be more comfortable. When she arrived for the appointment a few days later, she realized that this session would be treated in full confidence, even from the insurance company, and allow Angie an outlet for her concerns. Within thirty minutes, the counselor assured Angie that what she was thinking and feeling was perfectly normal and she had two options to alleviate the stress from her life. The first option was to take a break from The Club by submitting a request for a leave of absence. This would allow her to maintain her membership for a period of time without attending any events. The only caveat would be that she would be required to go through the mandatory blood tests and waiting period before attending another event.

The second option, which the counselor suggested, was simply that she continue to limit herself to one event a month and that the events should be either be as a voyeur and she could masturbate to give herself relief or she should post an ad on their intranet site asking for a consistent partner and to be honest in what she was looking for. Angie started to object, but the counselor interrupted her and explained that she would be looking for a consistent play date and that she should continue to date on the outside and if she developed feelings for someone that she was dating, to inform her play date partner that she would be backing away from their date. When she did play with her partner, the counselor explained that part of the relationship should be that she should share her fantasies with her partner and each time, explore either one of her fantasies or one of his. If they were up to it, they could explore one fantasy each every time they got together. This would help her continue to explore her sexuality without threating any potential relationship on the outside since she would have some personal rules and boundaries set up.

She thought this over for a few days and decided to follow the suggestion by logging into the secure The Club website and posting an ad for a potential playdate partner. She completed the various sections, including the two that dealt specifically with what she was looking for in a play date. The first section she outlined what she was looking for, her limits and the such while the second section asked the member to either give a brief outline of one specific fantasy or if they were comfortable, write a full story detailing the fantasy. Angie noticed that there was a disclaimer stating that it would up to the partner to decipher certain parts of the fantasy in order to bring them to life and that The Club had certain limits, such as forced rape, blood-letting as well as a few other harder core scenes which were prevented. Angie knew that certain scenes could be arranged, such as a brutal rape, but were usually done in the view of many other members with at least one of the founders in attendance to call a stop to the scene if they felt that things were becoming too intense or crossed any lines.

She thought about this and put her ad on hold so she would have a day or two to think through her fantasy and finally wrote out the following:

For a female, imagine, your hands are tied to the headboard while your feet are tied to the two lower corners of the bedframe.  You sight is covered with a blindfold and with plugs in your ears, the only thing that you can hear is your own breathing, especially as it becomes more rapid as your arousal increases.

A pair of warm hands starts rubbing oil into your naked body around your neck and shoulders, helping to release any tension you feel at being bound.  Eventually, the hands work their way down towards your breasts, purposely avoiding your stiff, aching  nipples while your body subconsciously wiggles around in an attempt to get the hands to touch the hundreds of nerve endings within the tips of your stiffened nips.  Suddenly, the hands start to roughly massage oil directly onto your nipples, alternating between soft caresses and harder pinches, all causing your body to dance the dance of erotic pleasure.

As time passes, the hands work their way down your stomach to your hips, and then slowly down each leg, purposely avoiding the dampness between your legs.  It this point, you practically beg for release in between your moans and sobs of ecstasy, to no avail.

Eventually, the hands begin a slow, sensuous dance around your warm, wet, inviting pussy; your hips attempting to grind against each finger that passes quietly over your overstimulated clit, but the hands do the opposite by working their way back up to your breasts, ignoring your need to be touched until release.  After a few minutes of firm massaging of your nipples, one hand suddenly snakes its way down towards your public area, with one, then two fingers quickly invading your most private of places while exploring for the sweet spot which will give you great pleasure.

Your mind is torn between the sensation of one nipple being abruptly rubbed while two fingers start to slowly piston in and out of your wet sex.  You grind your hips, wanting immediate relief and satisfaction, but the cruel hands know that they need to take their time and make you suffer as you hear your own breathing become more labored and your moans echo in your own ears.  This brutal, torturous treatment continues for what seems like hours as you hear your voice softly beg to cum onto the teasing fingers while the thumb has been gently rubbing back and forth over your stiffened clitoris.

Suddenly, the fingers that have been teasing your poor, ravaged pussy pick up in tempo, both the fingers inside, which have been rubbing inside the raw, wet cavern of your sexuality while the thumb starts to press harder and harder against your clit.  Your mind struggles even more between these two sensations as well as the sensation abusing your overly stimulated nipple, when suddenly, you feel a great power start to built inside of your deepest point as you reach an explosive climax. 

Your body is weary from the efforts imposed upon itself; however, while the rubbing slows down as your climax dissipates, you feel two hard, cold objects suddenly come to pinch the tips of your nipples, first the right side, then the left.  With your mind attempting to wrap itself around these new sensations, it also realizes that the hand in between your legs has started to shift so that the offending thumb has now invaded your most private orifice while one of the fingers slowly works its way downwards until it starts to press against the little brown star which represents the third and most intimate of openings into your body.

The other hand has worked its way down your chest and stomach and now the fingers of this hand explore your swollen sex, around the clitoris, the hood supposing to protect your clit was well as the lips surrounding the slit of your womanhood.   Without thinking, your hips start to gyrate again, against the pain being caused by whatever is holding your nipples captive as well as the fingers exploring your sopping wet sex and the finger that was threatening to invade your rear entry and is now using the flow of liquid from your pussy as lubricant allowing easy entry into your nether region.

While your body instinctively tightens the sphincter muscles designed to allow a one way flow of material from inside of your body, the gyrations of your hips have lifted your buttocks off of the bed allowing easier access to the small brown rosebud.  You don't hear yourself groan loudly at the invasion as the muscles relax in surrender, allowing the invading digit entry; the movement of your hips causing the digit to slide in and out of your bottom while the thumb slides in and out of your sex and the other fingers tease the rest of your sex without mercy.

Hearing your own moaning causes your body to become more and more aroused while your inability to control, stop or even direct the actions being taken against you bring you to another level of frustration as you feel your next climax starting to build.  You cry out in anguish as your climax releases and the fingers teasing your clit suddenly travel upwards and grab until the soft thin material which has been tickling your stomach and suddenly you feel extreme pinching and then the pain in your nipples as they are suddenly freed from their captivity; the digits in your lower orifices suddenly picking up in tempo as your body betrays you with yet another powerful orgasm.

As sudden as this final attack starts, you feel the invading fingers suddenly disappear and you are unable to rub your thighs together as you feel a cool breeze brush across the dampness in between your legs.  While your mind is in a complete fog at this point, you hear a slight buzzing in the back of your mind, but can't quite put together the sound with am image in your head when you suddenly feel something cold and hard pressing against the opening to your womanhood.  Before your mind comprehends exactly what it is, you feel the object slipping deep inside of you, vibrating ever so slightly against many of the inner surfaces of your sex.

Without thinking, your body automatically raises your hips in an attempt to cause the object to vibrate harder, when your mind realizes that there is yet another invasion towards your bottom as a second, smaller vibrating object is forced into your bottom.  You lay there, unable to form words in your mouth as the gentle vibrations tease your sexuality without causing any great pleasure or even bring you closer to any level of satisfaction.  The thought that you made a comment to a close friend about how you have dildos for sticking in yourself suddenly pops into your endorphin drenched mind as you realize what has been inserted inside of your two most intimate ports of entry.

You moan, but are still unable to speak as time passes into eternity.  Unable to evaluate the amount of time that passes, you lay there subdued while being rudely invaded for what seems like hours, when you suddenly feel something pressing roughly against your clit as you realize that a vibrator is now harassing your clit as you lift your hips to grind against the attacker until you quickly reach another orgasm.  As suddenly as the attack started, the heavy vibrations stop, as well as the lighter vibrations that have been trembling inside of you.

You remain on the bed for several hours  as you are allowed to nap in between sessions, being forcefully awakened as fingers bring you to yet another abrupt climax.  After several rounds, you start to doze off again when you feel the two invaders being gently removed from your body and a new, larger, softer invader being slipped into your bottom.  You then feel some weight starting to bear down on you as you feel something hard and round attempting to force its way into your inviting pussy.  You feel the pounding in between your legs increase in tempo as you realize that you are being fucked without true consent, the seven inch cock invading your abused pussy sliding in and out as you raise your hips so your pelvis grinds against your molesters pelvis.

Your body feels spent; however, the friction of the invading object is causing you to climb to another slowly achieve climax and suddenly, you feel the warmth of the dick shooting its contents inside the cavern of the core of your true sexuality.  Without a thought, your body stiffens as your orgasm rushed to meet your partners.  You feel him gently pay on top of you for a few minutes and when you start to fall asleep, he unties your hands and feet, then coaxes you into the bathroom where gently bathes you in the shower and spends the rest of the evening holding you in his arms while you relax and enjoy the afterglow of your intense experience.

Angie read this over a few times before deciding to cut and paste it into her ad. Once she clicked on the approved button, she realized that this fantasy would probably have to be done in a semi-private room so others could watch. At thirty-two and divorced, she wasn’t embarrassed by her body or her nudity as she worked out three to four times a week and ate healthy, but she had always limited her play time at The Club to private rooms as she was a little apprehensive about having intercourse in front of other people. Her mind then went into over-drive because she thought about the times that she and Ed had been involved in a threesome with another woman. After her separation from Ed, Angie had had a number of play dates with other members, including with another woman, a man, and variations of threesomes and foursomes, which she seems to enjoy the most.

She finally decided that she would cross that bridge when she got to it, asking her new partner to play in private but if he insisted on public play, she would compromise with semi-private play. The thought of being tied down and basically having no control over what was being done to her caused her to slip her hand down in between her legs without thinking and when she realized what she was doing, she quickly slipped off the t-shirt and shorts that she typically slept in and moved over to the sofa so she could be comfortable while masturbating.  She closed her eyes and thought about being tied down, something that she had not tried before but was anxious to experience. When her imagination slowly changed the scene forming in her mind to include a full audience, she groaned with the first of the orgasms that she would be experiencing at her own fingers that evening.

Two weeks later, she was a little disappointed because of the lack of reply to her ad posting, so she decided that she would find a semi-private room with a nice scene and masturbate for her own satisfaction. She undressed, leaving her closing in her personal locker and went up to the social floor, where she could look at the electronic activity board to see what scenes would be unfolding that evening, choosing one which explained that a woman would be experiencing her first threesome with her husband and an invited lover. She noticed on another board that she had an email waiting for her, so she found an unused computer terminal and after entering her user name and password, she found that she had a reply to her email, which simply said that the responder was a guy who had read her ad and would be interested in talking to her about what they were each looking for.

This was the usual rule for The Club as pushiness was not tolerated. Part of the privacy at The Club was that members could only see the most basic of information about another member unless given permission to see more. There were actually several levels of permission and Angie had permitted anyone replying to her posting to see the second level of information about her. Part of Jim’s response was to grant her full permission to his profile and as he explained in his reply, he didn’t consider himself to be a player and since he was genuine in his interest to find someone consistent to play with, he felt the need to be completely open and honest with a potential partner. Angie liked his attitude and replied to his reply by suggesting that they meet for a juice at the bar and watch the scene that she wanted to see together. She also released her full profile for Jim to view, knowing that he would only have the one time to review it unless she gave him constant permission.

Since their profiles contained a face shot of the member, it was easy for them to find one another at the main juice bar. As was normal for two people meeting for the first time at The Club, they took a few minutes to each other over, causing Jim’s cock to become semi-erect and for Angie’s nipples to stiffen. They shook hands and placed a clan towel down on two stools so they could sit and chat before going upstairs to watch the scene. Angie knew at this point that Jim’s wife had passed away a little over a year ago and that this was his first time back from his leave of absence. It was obvious that he was nervous about being at The Club, but as he explained to Angie, his wife, who had passed away from Cancer, had make two promises to him, the first being that he would continue living his life and try to find someone to love since she didn’t want him to be alone for the rest of his life. The second promise was that he was supposed to start going back to The Club a year after her passing so he could enjoy his sexuality since they had attended The Club together and enjoyed many satisfying times there.

Angie felt a small tug at her heart, knowing that it must be difficult for Jim to be there and also felt a small disappointment as since this was his first time back after his wife’s death, he wouldn’t be up for anything sexual and deep down, she really wanted to feel a hard cock inside of her pussy that evening. Sighing, she realized what time it was and suggested that the two of them head upstairs so they could get a seat in the viewing room. They quickly tossed the towels that they were sitting on into a dirty linens bag by the bar and took the elevator up to the seventh floor. After grabbing some towels from the rack outside of the door, they sat down on a bench next to one another while they watched a couple in the front of the room kissing and allowing their hands to slowly roam over each other’s bodies.

When the viewing area was mostly full, a second man stepped up to the front of the room and cleared his throat. The couple disengaged from their foreplay and both the man and the woman took turns shaking the guys hand. They talked for a few minutes until the first man, the woman’s husband, turned her around and pined her arms behind her back, low enough that she was able to stroke his cock while the second man, their lover, reached out and started to explore her body. After a few minutes, they moved to the bed, where the woman switched between performing oral sex on both her husband as well as her lover. After switching back to sucking on her husband’s cock for a few minutes, the lover moved around so he could mount the woman doggie style and started to slowly fuck her from behind as her moans floated around the room, integrating with the other moans from some of the audience, including Angie, who had a hand in between her legs touching herself. Jim was gently stroking his own cock as the couple shifted so the wife was cleaning off her lovers cock while being fucked from behind by her husband.

Angie slipped two fingers inside of herself as the husband shifted himself so he could slip a condom onto himself and then insert his stiff dick into his wife’s ass. He pumped her slowly for a few minutes until the lover moved away from the couple, allowing the husband to shift his weight so he and his wife rolled onto his back, his dick still firmly planted deep inside of her anal orifice. With his hands roughly massaging his wife’s tits, the lover leaned down towards her sopping wet pussy and started to lick her in earnest, causing her to moan loudly at his ministrations. Within minutes, he slipped two fingers inside of her sex, causing her to grunt at the intrusion as he continued to tease her clit with his tongue. Eventually, he lifted himself up enough so that the tip of his dripping cock was positioned at the entrance to her abused pussy. The husband, at seeing that his wife was about to experience her first double penetration, quickly grabbed her wrists and pined her down so she couldn’t squirm as the lover literally shoved his cock deep inside of her body, causing her to cry out and attempt to evade the secondary intrusion.

When she realized that she was trapped, she whimpered that it was too much, but both men ignored her feeble protests while her body adjusted to the intense invasion of her two fuck holes. When the lover felt her pussy start to spasm around his dick, she started pumping her with a slow, steady rhythm. Without thinking, the wife brought her hips up, causing her clit to intermittently rub against the lovers pelvis as the husband gyrated his hips so his own dick slipped in and out of her ass. Suddenly, the wife’s body stiffened as she cried out from the intense orgasm that racked her body, but as her body started to relax, the two men shifted their weight so all three of them lay on their sides, each of their cocks still firmly planted inside of the woman, trapping her in between them. Within minutes, they slowly started pumping her again, the pace of the rhythm quickening with each stride as they brought her to another earthshattering orgasm. Several of the women watching the scene cried out with their own orgasms, including Angie, who felt Jim slip his arm around her, holding her close as they stroked themselves.

The scene continued for another thirty minutes, with the wife passing out in between the two men from the intensity of the multiple orgasms that she had experienced. While they lay snuggled up on either side of her until she awoke from her sexual stupor, the members of the audience slowly filed out of the room and to different areas of The Club. Without thinking, Angie allowed Jim to take her hand and lead her up to the either floor and into a room which had multiple couples engaged in various forms of bondage and kink. Offering no resistance, Jim helped Angle up onto a table, where he was able to secure her hands in padded cuffs, He then brought up the stirrups, which were stored in their down position, so he could attach her ankles to the cuffs at the top of the stirrups, leaving her pussy completely exposed to her new potential partner. Before Angie’s mind could form a thought, Jim was on his knees and eagerly eating Angie’s pussy out.

She had never had a guy eat her out with so much aggression and later, she realized that he hadn’t been with a woman in over a year and was probably beyond horny. Before that thought finished forming in her mind, his tongue brought her to an incredible orgasm and as she tried to catch her breath, he continued going down on her. She tried begging for a moment to catch her breath, but to no avail as he brought her to another forceful orgasm. With her eyes closed, she lay there breathing heavily trying to catch her breath as Jim walked to the far side of the room, where he opened a cabinet of clean toys and selected a few to use on his new partner. When he arrived back at the table, he grabbed a bottle of lubricant from one of the cubbyholes of the table and used it to gently massage Angie’s little brown hole as he started licking her pussy again.

With her mind quickly losing focus, she forgot that she didn’t tell Jim that she didn’t enjoy anal of any type, but felt first a slight pressure then the pleasure of his touch as he slipped a finger inside of her, groaning as she bucked her hips against both his tongue as well as his intruding finger. She moaned in disappointment as the finger slipped out of her but her hips started gyrating wildly as she felt a new presence pushing against the entry of her bottom; and of the firm roundness as it slipped past the entry portal and into her body for a few inches. When the knot of the plug pressed against her sphincter, she grunted as Jim gently pushed it securely into his partner and continued to tease her pussy lips with his tongue.

Carefully removing the used glove from the hand that had explored her near virgin bottom, he then reached up and started to massage her hardened nipples, causing more reaction as Angle struggled against her bonds. When She started her ascent to another orgasm, Jim abruptly ceased his attention and stood up, positioning the tip of his cock at the entrance of her swollen, sopping wet pussy. Noticing that her hips were trying to cause her pussy to swallow his own swollen member, he reached up and grabbed her smallish breasts in a way that positioned the nipples in between his thumbs and forefingers so he could pinch them while squeezing her breasts. Moaning with the multiple points of contacts with her body, he slid his seven inch cock swiftly into her waiting hole, pushing it past the entrance of her cervix, causing her body to convulse with yet another powerful orgasm.

He stood there in between her legs for several minutes as her convulsing pussy massage his dick and as her body started to settle down, he slowly started to pump her, picking up in tempo until he was literally slamming in and out of her, causing her cries to catch the attention of everyone else in the room and working their own sexual fevers into a frenzy. Within minutes, Jim grunted as he felt his dick unleash its white storm inside of Angie’s love pocket, but as their bodies started the cool down process, he suddenly felt guilty at taking his partner without her consent and started to unleash her from her bonds. She was unsteady on her feet, so he held her in one arm while he moved the red strap from the hanging position in front of the table and draped it across the top of the table so that the attendants would know that the table needed to be cleaned for the next couple.

He then carefully led her down to where the showers were located and bathed the sweat off of her body, being careful not to further stimulate her already abuse clit. When he was done, he reached out to turn the shower off, but Angie stopped him as she took some soap from the dispenser and started to bathe Jim. Afterwards, they dried each other off and went to the social area to replenish themselves with juice so they wouldn’t be dehydrated from their endeavors. While they each grabbed a clean towel to put down on the bench, Angie carefully sat herself onto Jims lap and slid an arm around his neck, kissing him gently on the mouth. When they broke apart, he apologized awkwardly for not obtaining her permission before having sex with her and she replied by kissing him a second time, this time with more passion. When they broke apart, she thanked him for such a wonderful experience since it was what she was really looking for.

They made small talk for a while longer when Angie came right out an asked Jim if he was uncomfortable with what had happened earlier. He hesitated for a few minutes and when she tried changing the subject, he asked her if they could go somewhere private to talk. Thinking that he was going to tell her that he wasn’t ready to be back at The Club, she allowed Jim to talk her hand and lead her to one of the computers, where they discovered that there was a private room available so he reserved it. He then led her by the hand upstairs and to the room, where he closed the door and slipped his arms around her waist and started crying softly in her shoulder. Angie felt like a complete jerk for hurting this kind, sweet guy and didn’t know what to do other than to put her arms around his neck and hold him close, allowing him to sob for a few more minutes. When he finished, they continued to embrace for a while longer until she felt his dick become stiff. He backed away, apologizing about becoming aroused when she was just comforting him in her arms and she apologized for being such a jerk.

Jim gently took her face in between his hands and told her that she wasn’t a jerk since she had made him feel alive for the first time since his wife had passed. Angie told him that she was surprised by his erection, but told him that she was completely comfortable with him. Before long, they were laying on the bed enjoying each other’s bodies. Another forty minutes along, Jim forcefully pushed Angie onto her back, lifted her hips in his hands and slipped his cock in between her legs and started fucking her. Without thinking, Angie grabbed his wrists and arched her back as she lifted her hips slightly to meet the onslaught of his lust. While she cried out in ecstasy, he continued to pump her with a glazed look in his eyes until he finally grunted and pushed himself deep inside of her as his cock once again erupted. When Angie felt the warm spray inside of her body, she cried out in yet another orgasm and then Jim collapsed on top, both sated and exhausted from their endeavors together.

When they were able to once again function as normal human beings, Angie reached down and started stroking Jims flaccid cock, but gently stopped her and explained that at fifty three years old, it would take a while for his body to recover and be ready again. Angie giggled as she admitted her age and suggested that they get cleaned up, dressed and go out for something to eat since she hardly ate for dinner and was getting hungry. They caravanned to a diner not too far from The Club and Jim treated Angie to dinner. Afterwards, he suggested that they go back to the club and she asked if he would like to come over to her apartment. He hesitated for a moment and she realized that things might be going to quickly, especially when he gently took her face in his hands and kissed her softly on the lips and explained that not only did he go to The Club that evening to fulfil a promise to his beloved wife, but he was also lonely and he didn’t want to give Angie the wrong impression and accidently hurt her.

She started crying and Jim took her into his arms, afraid that he had indeed, hurt her, but when her sobbing subsided, Angie explained that he was the sweetest guy that she had ever met and his wife was a lucky gal to have been with him the time that she was. She saw a little of a hurt look in Jim’s eyes and quickly kissed him deeply, then grabbed him by the front of the shirt and ordered him to look at her. “Listen Jim, I’ve never been married and haven’t even had a boyfriend that knows how to act in the bedroom and the living room since usually guys just want to have sex. Tonight knocked my socks off, literally.” She explained, blushing. “Your wife was a lucky woman because not only are you a nice guy, but you’re a great lover. I know that I’m probably being too forward, but I’d like to see you outside of The Club . . . we can be friends and if we happen to be at The Club on the same night, we can enjoy each other’s company like we did tonight, without any pressure on either of us.”

“That’s the thing, Angie. I miss being in a relationship and while I enjoyed being with you tonight, I think that it would be too hard for both of us if we just had sex once a month and acted like we were friend the rest of the time.”

“So, you’re saying that you don’t want to be together again?” She said, starting to tear up.

“God, no! I’m just saying that we need to go slow because I miss what I had with my wife. We were friends, companions, lovers and room-mates. When we went to The Club, it was to let our hair down and do things that we wouldn’t normally do, like have sex in front of other people and experiment with swinging and learning about new ways to spice up our love life. To be honest, after swinging a few times, we both decided that neither of us liked it, so we stopped that. We both liked it a little rough, but were worried about it becoming stale, so we agreed to only get rough with one another while at The Club. We learned about bondage and experimented with various things there until we knew what we wanted for home and for the first time ever for either of us, we drove over to the big adult store on Central and spent two hours looking around and starting our collection of toys for home. When Maggie got sick, we had to stop going and she always tried getting me to go by myself, but it wouldn’t have been the same without her.

“Tonight, you made me feel alive, not just having sex at The Club, but during dinner when we just talked about mundane things in our lives. To be honest with you, I’d like to spend the night with you, but it would be too weird. I would like to come over to your place, but I don’t want you to think that I’m just using you.”

Before he could finish, Angie held a finger over his lips and said, “Good, now that we’re thinking on the same page, you can come over and spend the night at my place. We can talk some more and if you think that you can get your fifty-three year old dick up enough to pleasure a thirty-two year old woman, then we can have sex again, otherwise, when we’re tired, we can just snuggle up and fall asleep in each other’s arms, but you have to know that if you do sleep over, you have to sleep in the nude because the thing that I miss the most is when I’m snuggled up with someone special and they get hard during the night.” She said, blushing. “I know it sounds weird . . . .”

“Yes, it does, but Maggie and I would occasionally sleep in the nude just so we could feel the heat from each other’s bodies against our own, so yes, we can sleep in the nude.”

He followed her back to her apartment and they sat in the living room and talked for a while before deciding that they would get undressed and snuggle up in bed. Angie assumed that Jim would be tired after their adventure earlier and want to go to sleep, but he surprised her by exploring her body with both his hands and his lips, taking his time and bringing her to several orgasms before finally mounting her while on top for a while. After she reached one orgasm, she insisted on switching so she was on top and slowly rode his cock until he came inside of her, quickly riding him to another orgasm of her own before he became too soft.

In the morning, he awoke to the warmth of her mouth sucking on his dick and before he knew it, he exploded in her mouth. Much to his surprise, she kept sucking well after swallowing all of his seed, keeping him hard enough that she could mount his rigid cock, grinding her pelvis against while he massaged her small, hard nipples which helped her climax explosively and then spent the day together. He spent the next several weeks at her apartment and then took her away for a romantic weekend at a bed and breakfast out in the countryside, where he announced that he had put his home up for sale and had placed a bid on a nice townhome fairly close to where Angie lived.

At first, she was a little disappointed because deep down, she was hoping that over time, they would eventually move in together. The first night, they made love for several hours using some of the equipment that they had bought for themselves on the way out to the countryside and afterwards, when they were snuggled up under the covers while enjoying the heat of their coitus as well as the fireplace, he reached under the pillow and brought out a small velvet covered box. Angie assumed that it would be some earrings, but was caught totally by surprise when she opened the lid and found a nice diamond ring. Before she could say anything, Jim slipped the ring on the ring finger of her left hand and asked her to marry him. Her reply was to kiss him deeply while reaching down to stroke his dick until it was hard enough to mount, and once she started riding him, she said yes well over one hundred times.

When his townhome was ready a few weeks later, they moved in together and started planning a wedding. Part of living together was their decision to visit The Club once a month to explore their sexuality together, although they usually ended up in one of the bondage rooms trying out different pieces of equipment and a number of toys. After each session, they joked around about which thing they eventually wanted to add to their personal collection.

Jim assumed that since Angie had never been married, that she would want a big church wedding and it took a while for her to explain that she just wanted to spend the rest of her life with him and if he wanted to have a simple wedding, standing nude and exchanging vows, she would be just as happy as standing in a church in a fancy dress or standing in front of a Justice of the Peace down at City Hall. Later that night, Jim led his bride-to-be upstairs and while she assumed that they would be practicing for their wedding night, he actually led her into the room that he used as a home office and had her sit down on his lap in front of the computer. They had both changed into their pajamas earlier, with Jim wearing his usual t-shirt and cotton shorts and Angie wearing a t-shirt and plain, white cotton panties. When she moved in with Jim, she had actually switched from the oversized t-shirt that she used to wear to one of Jim’s undershirts. She had worn one once when she spilled some tea on her t-shirt and because his shirt was a little tight in the chest, it drove him nuts and he ended up groping her through the DVD that they were trying to watch until he finally managed to pull her panties off and mount her right there.

He reached over and turned the power on to the monitor for his computer and handed the mouse to Angie, so she leaned over to see what the website on the screen was and saw that one of the all-inclusive resorts in Jamaica offered nude weddings. Seeing his future wife blush, he explained, “I don’t think your parents or my kids would feel comfortable with this, so what if we had two ceremonies? One down at city hall with all of our friends and family, then we can go to Jamaica for our honeymoon and have the nude wedding that you’ve always wanted?” He could see Angie blushing straight down to the roots of her dirty blonde hair, but he knew her answer when she reached down and grabbed his erection through his shorts, tugging on it hard enough that he responded by slipping a hand inside of her shirt so her could tug on her nipples. After enjoying each other bodies for a while, Jim ended up in between Angie’s legs while she was laying back on the desk with her ankles wrapped over his shoulders in what had become their favorite position together with him pining her wrists down onto the desktop next to her head while he slowly but purposely pounded his dick into her pussy until she came several times before he emptied his organ deep inside of her.