We walked around, looking at people, observing the different options in terms of places to play.  We had no real plan, no direction, we just wandered the second and third floor of the club trying to get comfortable.  Then, while passing the “big bed” on the third floor, the one everyone passes on their way to other areas, we decided to hop on and start fooling around.

It was fun, knowing people were both standing right there watching, as well as behind the two way mirrors that lined the “big bed”.  We started getting into it a little more heavy, making some noise, playing more aggressively. Then we heard it.  The moaning coming from behind the glass as people watched us. Their own excitement that we gauged through the fluctuating volume of their moans and yells got us more aroused as we continued to play with each other.

No one decided to join us on the bed though there was a lot of room.  When we decided to move on to another location, there were couples standing there waiting their turn. We have never been the people afraid to break open the buffet so I guess we had to be first to the bed as well.

A few more moves, playing, fucking in different locations through out the club left us tired and exhausted. Only once did a couple (or at least the male half) try to get us to come over and play with them, but to be honest it looked like he had paid the girl to join him (which we later learned is a common issue with some swinger clubs).

Oh…when we left at 2:30 AM we got in a cab and were hit dead on the side by a drunk driver…more on that another time.

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1. Our first club visit – Wicked
2. The real deal (you want to read this post)
3. Closing in on Two Years
4. Forget full swap, touching would be nice
5. Two Weeks of Fun