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  “Compliments of that table.” He nodded his head to the side indicating the table next to her where GLG and company were holding court.

  She picked up the drink and held it aloft mouthing a thank you, catching the eye of GLG. He really was attractive. Yeah, she’d do him in a heartbeat. There was a tingle between her legs as a picture of him driving his thick cock into her, appeared in her mind’s eye. She took a sip and stifled a giggle. What if it wasn’t a thick cock, but a cocktail weenie instead? No it couldn’t be. It was her fantasy after all.

  GLG rose to his feet and stepped close to her table. Oh my God. Was he going to proposition her? And the pants he was wearing left little doubt that he was well hung.

  “Hi, I’m Richard. I haven’t seen you at the club before. First time?” His own blue eyes never wavered as he looked into hers, a small smile on his face.

  He was so handsome, thank God she was sitting. She almost hoped he wasn’t going to ask her to dance.

  “Thanks for the drink. Yes, first time.” In her low cut top, she could almost feel her skin searing, aware that he was checking her out.

  “Would you care to dance? My wife, Sherri is being seduced on the dance floor with Sebastian. He has a thing for MILFs.” His face broke into a broad smile when he glanced at the dance floor. “Can’t say that I blame him.”

  “MILF? What’s that? And yes I’d love to dance.” This was a term she hadn’t seen on the websites she’d scanned about Swingers. She stood up and felt his warm hand on the small of her back as they walked to the dance floor. The song had changed to a slower beat and Sherri’s hand was on Sebastian’s crotch as they danced. Wow. This was really different.

  Richard’s arms went around her pulling her close to his body. His lips brushed her ear as he spoke. “MILF is an acronym for ‘Mother I’d Like to Fuck’. Although... in Sebastian’s case, he’s done it many times.”

  She gulped wondering what to say to that comment. He was so very okay with Sebastian fucking his wife.

  “So first time at a Swinger’s Club and you’re a Unicorn? You’re either really horny or just a ballsy woman. Which is it?”

  Another tingle went through her groin at the hot sensation of his breath against her ear and what he was asking. She hadn’t chickened out at the last minute like Cathy and Monica, so yes, she was ballsy.

  “Both.” She drew her head back and fell into the liquid blue pool of his eyes. One more word out of him and she’d be groping him like Sherri was doing to Sebastian.

  “Would you care to join our group when we go back to the table? I’ll introduce you to our friends. They’re good people and fun to play with.” His hand stroked her back, and then rested lower, just above her ass.

  Play. She knew what that term meant at least, Unicorns and MILFs notwithstanding.

  “Sure. I’d like to meet them but I’m not sure about playing with them. I think for a first time, just one couple would be nice, especially if you’re part of the couple.” She tilted her hips forward rubbing her pelvis against his leg.

  “You’re a woman who knows what she wants and makes no bones about saying it. I like that. But it’s Sherri’s call.” He pulled her close again, his hand dropping to cup her ass.

  Just like that? He’s grabbing her ass and needs his wife’s permission? It didn’t look like the wife needed any permission to dry hump that guy on the dance floor! She bristled—there seemed to be a pecking order, and again she was the third wheel.

  The song ended and Sherri appeared before her, holding Sebastian’s hand. “Hi, I’m Sherri and this is Sebastian. You’re new here. Welcome to the G-Spot.” Sherri placed her hand on Erica’s shoulder.

  Standing so close to her in the soft lighting of the dance floor, Erica was struck by how pretty Sherri was. But it was more than that. There was an open friendliness about her that was attractive. Charismatic maybe?

  Still, this woman, who was probably just a housewife, had the power to okay her fucking Richard? The bruise left by Monica and Cathy twinged. Sherri reminded her of them. Sure they’d graduated university and had careers in social work but they were really just waiting for Mr. Right to complete them. And Sherri had her ‘Mr. Right’ right here and was still calling the shots.

  “I’m Erica. Nice to meet you.” She twitched a smile past her resentment glancing from Sebastian to Sherri.

  “If it’s okay with you, honey, I’ve invited Erica to sit with us before any other group here snaps her up. I saw Dani and Keith giving her the eye.” Richard followed on Sherri’s heels walking back to the table.

  Erica picked her drink up from the table she’d been sitting at and took a seat with from the four people she hadn’t met yet. Sherri sat down next to her. Darn it. She’d hoped Richard would take that spot. Playing hostess, Sherri introduced everyone to her.

  Immediately, she forgot their names. But it didn’t matter—she was only interested in Richard. She’d play nice with Sherri and get her blessing and then she’d get what she came here for. A mind blowing, no strings, fuck.

  The last time that had happened was in Dubai when she’d hooked up with Mike. He’d been great in the sack and fun to be with. Being an employee of another company, he hadn’t been intimidated by her position as Assistant Project Engineer, like the guys she worked with. To him, she was just fun loving Erica. So why hadn’t he ever called her in the last four months? Well, she’d be fun loving Erica again tonight. God, she felt like a cat in heat!

  Chapter 3

  Sherri took a seat next to the young Unicorn, Erica? Yes, that’s her name. Another woman still in her twenties who thought she’d take the club by storm just by showing up. And she obviously had her sights set on Richard from the way she was looking at him. Not that she blamed her. Richard was by far the most attractive guy here – a younger version of Pierce Brosnan. She smiled to herself. Chippy chick didn’t seem to mind that Richard was almost twenty years older than her.

  Well, it was time to get to know her a little better. Especially after Richard had said that she wanted to join them in play that night—alone. She glanced at her friends across the table. If the girl only knew how sensual and erotic they were when they played, she’d be begging for all of them. Not to mention the easy friendship and laughs afterwards.

  She placed her hand on Erica’s leg. “So your first time at the club? What do you think so far?”

  Erica turned, her face close to Sherri’s, silent for a moment. Her blue eyes were striking in their pale brilliance. Most people with dark hair and an olive complexion would have brown eyes. Maybe that was why the blue was captivating. There was a river of cleavage separating full, perfumed breasts above a taut flat stomach.

  “It’s more conventional than I’d expected. More like a regular club but the sexuality is open, from the dancing to the outfits. I wasn’t sure what would happen when I came in, if couples would be hitting on me or groping. But it’s not like that.” She smiled and took a sip of her drink, her eyes once more flitting to Richard’s face.

  “Actually, that’s usually the way Unicorns feel on their first visit. Do you live in the city or are you from out of town?” Sherri removed her hand to wave at Sylvia and Byron who were on the dance floor. She turned back to Erica who was watching Sylvia. Yeah, Sylvia was only in her mid thirties and hot as hell. Not only because of her appearance but… it was her attitude.

  “I live here. How about you?”

  “We live in the city too.” Sherri took a sip of her drink.

  “Do you come here regularly?”

  “Oh, every couple of months or so. We’d like to come here more, but it’s complicated. We’ve got two teenagers at home, so a night away for Mom and Dad’s tricky to manage sometimes.”

  Erica’s eyes flew from Sherri’s to Richard’s face. No doubt she was wondering what people with teenaged kids would be doing here, at a sex club.

  Before Erica had a chance to comment, Byron and Sylvia appeared at the table. They were laughing and in fine spirits to
night, dragging Richard and her to the dance floor.

  Sylvia had stripped down to a lacy black bra, rouged nipples peeking out, and garter belt with black stockings. Always the centre of attention and fun, Sylvia danced with Richard, like he was the pole in her pole dance routine, rubbing her breasts, buttocks and pussy against him seductively. People were actually moving to the side and clapping, Byron and her included.

  Now it was her turn when the song ended and Sylvia approached. She followed Sylvia to the centre of the floor and became lost in the dance, kissing, their hands exploring each other’s bodies. Dancing had always increased her level of arousal. This was what it was all about—no inhibitions with another person you genuinely liked. Maybe if Erica was watching, she’d get that.

  Sylvia’s hands lifted her top and pulled it over her head. Now, Sherri wore only a red push-up bra and short skirt, rolling her hips, waiting for Sylvia to slip her skirt off. She cupped Sylvia’s breast in her hand when she bent to pull down the skirt. How could she resist? It was there, round and inviting, almost falling out of the restraining bra. In a moment the skirt was off and she was rubbing her pelvis against Sylvia’s as they moved together, kissing deeply. Her fingers dug into Sylvia’s ass, heart thudding in her chest, wanting more. As the song ended, she shuddered when Sylvia’s fingers brushed against her clit covered only by the sheerest of fabric.

  Richard appeared and put his arm around her pulling her close as they walked back to the table. He kissed her, exploring her mouth with his tongue before she sat down. God that was hot!

  Sherri took a sip of her drink and glanced at Erica. The girl was smiling but couldn’t hide the puzzlement in her eyes.

  “That was sexy. I wish someone would ask me to dance; I’d like to try that. Look at you, almost naked, stripped by a woman and totally comfortable.” Erica glanced around the table at the other couples who were grinning at Sherri.

  “What can I say? I’m hot. Despite being forty-four, with a bit of a tummy and boobs needing the push-up bra, I’m ‘bien dans ma peau’ as the French say.”

  “I’m very comfortable in your skin too!” Richard leaned forward and ran his fingertips along the edge of her bra top.

  “Speaking of which, I think it’s almost time to visit the play area.” Carol, sitting across from Richard spoke up.

  Sherri laughed and reached for Erica’s hand. “Why don’t you come with me to the ladies room? It’s more private and we can talk.”

  Chapter 4

  Sherri walked by tables filled with friends she’d played with over the past year, waving, saying hi and seeing their eyes flit to the young girl who was following her. No doubt they wondered about her, being a new face here.

  When they were inside, she smiled and turned to face Erica. The girl’s face was set in a defensive look like she was about to be dressed down. Sherri placed her hand on Erica’s shoulder and tilted her head, trying her best to lighten the hostile air that had descended in the small space between them.

  “Richard told me that you would like to play with us tonight and that he had said it was up to me. One thing you will learn in the lifestyle, is that the uterus rules--specifically my uterus, right now.” She paused for a moment to let that sink in, still meeting Erica’s eyes in a ‘take no bullshit way’.

  “But what about—“

  “You’re new to the scene and probably a nice girl, so I’ll grant you some latitude. The first thing you should know is that this is an intimate thing we do, so we must like the people we do it with. These are people with sensitivities and feelings. If you come here and all you’re looking for is a good fuck, you could have saved yourself the trouble and used a vibrator.” Sherri’s hand slid down her arm and she patted Erica’s hand.

  “So it’s a no go with you and Richard. You have the power and you don’t know me or like me very much. Or are you threatened by me? I AM almost twenty years younger and I’m a smart, successful engineer, while you’re probably just a—“ Erica’s eyes were mere slits in her face.

  “What type of engineer? Computer, mechanical, architectural?” Sherri’s words fired staccato-like close to Erica’s face.

  Erica’s mouth dropped and she jerked her head back, silent for a moment. “Civil actually. Why?”

  “Oh, my specialty was Mining before I quit to raise my kids and become ‘just’ a housewife.” She grinned broadly. She had just scored a point and put this girl in her place.

  Erica’s head fell backward and she rolled her eyes. “Okay. I’m sorry about the ‘just a housewife’ remark. My bad. I sometimes speak before my brain’s engaged. Maybe that’s why I’m here. It seemed like a sure fire way to get laid. No dealing with some leech’s hidden agenda or the real guys who never ask me out.” Her shoulders slumped and when she looked at Sherri this time, the haughtiness was gone from her face.

  “I’m sorry too. I had you pegged from the start as a young chicklet who thought every guy here would want to bang her.”

  “Well I did, sort of…”

  “See? Now I see you as a person—a girl who’s had some problems with men because she’s smart and forthright.” Sherri took both of Erica’s limp arms in her hands.

  Erica tilted her head as she looked into Sherri’s eyes. “And you’re smart. A mining engineer and you landed Richard? Now, I don’t mean to be rude but how do you do it? All these guys and women for that matter, are attracted to you, despite the fact that…”

  “That I’m forty-four with stretch marks and some wrinkles?” Sherri squeezed the girl’s arms tightly but she was grinning.

  “No, they’re laugh lines….But you get my point.” Erica’s eyes bored into Sherri’s.

  “It’s because of what I said earlier. I’m comfortable in my skin, sexy and I know it. I’m also approachable and friendly. You should try it. If it works for an old doll like me, it’d be a cinch for someone as young and beautiful as you.” Sherri pulled Erica into her arms and patted her back for a few moments.

  When she eased her head back, she looked into Erica’s blue eyes and impulsively, kissed her lips. Erica’s hands lifted and pressed against her chest for a second. This was probably the first time that Erica had ever been kissed by a woman. Then with a sigh, her hands went to Sherri’s back and her lips opened, urging forward. There was a tingle in Sherri’s pussy at the thought of this voluptuous virgin, now responsive and eager.

  Should she wait and do this when Richard was present to watch? He’d really enjoy that. When Erica’s hands slid down to squeeze the round cheeks of her ass, Sherri didn’t have to decide. Her tongue was between Erica’s lips, exploring her mouth, and flicking across her lips to let Erica know what her pussy would experience. There was a moan when her hand went between Erica’s legs, fingers diving down beneath the silken panties to the wet fullness of her.

  Expertly, Sherri’s fingers stroked the hard, budding clit, feeling Erica’s hips rock back and forth toward her teasing fingertip. With her other hand, Sherri pulled upward at the hem of Erica’s shirt. Erica was breathing hard through her nose, lips still locked on Sherri’s, when her hands left Sherri’s ass to help remove the shirt. Their kiss broke off to release the shirt over her head and with lightening speed, Sherri’s hand grasped Erica’s round firm breast. The nipple was a hard button that Sherri could feel even through the bra fabric and her palm. Oh yeah, this girl was ready.

  The bathroom door opened and then it was Carol’s voice. “You naughty girls. Making out in the bathroom. I’m telling.” There was a giggle before the clack of heels and the sound of a door stall opening.

  Sherri removed her hand from Erica’s pussy and smiled. “Busted. We’d better slow it down and get back out there.”

  Erica closed her eyes and sighed. “Does this mean you’ll let me play with you and Richard? You’ve got me so horny, you can’t leave me like this.”

  “Dance with me and we’ll see. But you’ve got to lose the skirt first. You’re going to be real on the dance floor—show everyone the sensual
woman you are.” Sherri watched Erica’s eyes open and her seductive smile.

  Yeah, this girl was ready and would be hot.

  Chapter 5

  Erica kissed Sherri’s parted lips and darted her tongue along the satiny surface. Her heart was still thundering in her chest from Sherri’s fingers teasing her clit. If that damned door hadn’t opened she would have had an orgasm. Christ, I’m horny! Necking with a woman in the ladies room! Oh God, this is hot. She’d been wrong about Sherri in a couple of ways. She could see why Sherri and Richard were popular at the club.

  She slid the tight black leather skirt off and turned to check her appearance, Sherri’s head just over her shoulder. Her cheeks were flushed and lips full, from the kissing. She smoothed her shoulder length hair and adjusted her demi bra. Sherri had lifted her breast from the cup and the brown nipple was showing. And the thong, where Sherri’s hands had pulled it to the side. Oh my God. She was about to follow Sherri out there, to the centre of the dance floor, wearing a demi bra with boobs spilling over, ass bare in a thong and dark stay-up stockings.

  The bathroom stall opened and there was a wolf whistle. She turned her head quickly to see the red haired woman who had been sitting across from her at the table, grinning at her. She thought hard. What was her name? She should have been paying attention.

  Sherri wagged a finger at the woman. “I agree, Carol. She’s hot we’re going to dance. Be sure to tell Richard to watch when you get back to the table.” Carol walked to the sink to wash her hands. Her eyes roamed over Erica’s body and she licked her lower lip before finishing and going out the door.

  “Just leave your clothes there on the counter. We’ll get them later. Now it’s time to get down and boogie.” Sherri took her hand once more to lead them out to the dance floor.

  But this time it was different. There was more to this MILF than met the eye. Erica was wondering what other promises had been in that kiss. That luscious, wanton, wet mouthed kiss. She watched Sherri’s round white ass jiggle as she walked to the centre of the floor, trying not to notice the gazes of the people she passed. What was it Sherri had said? Show them she was sexy and erotic? Erica pulled her shoulders back and held her chin up; smiling at a table of people they passed by.