I’m a shy, introvert, smaller-than-average endowed husband with a beautiful, extrovert, larger-than-average busted wife. We had fantasized for years about bringing other people into our sex life before we actually took the plunge. We decided that we would attend a swingers club in a neighboring town that a friend of Shelley’s had told her about.
When we arrived at the club, the host introduced himself as Leo, a Latin looking guy wearing shorts and a muscle shirt. Leo immediately ignored me and, grabbing Cynthia by the arm, gave her the grand tour of the premises while I followed along behind. We walked down a corridor to a door marked “Gang-Bang Room”. The floor was upholstered and looked like one large mattress. There were also several raised benches, a circular bench in the center and mirrors on the ceiling.
“Every Friday night is gang-bang night”, said Leo. “We allow single guys in and they, along with several of our male staff, show a lucky gal the time of her life.”
“We’re more interested in swinging with another couple” I said. Leo shrugged and we went back into the corridor.
He then showed us through another door with a large sign on it that read “Hot Wife Room”. The room had gray stone walls, high ceilings, and a large round red cushioned bench centered between two large mirrors. There were doors on each side of the mirrors but he did not offer to show us what was behind them.
He explained that we were in luck that since it was Saturday, it was “Hot Wife Night” and looking at Shelley he said that he hoped to see us later. He then pointed us to the locker room and told us to shower and put on the robes that we would find in each locker. Shelley looked at me and asked if I was sure that I wanted to go through with this. I responded that I would if she would and gave her a quick kiss. With that she went into the Ladies locker room and I went into the Men’s.
As I entered the warm room, I saw that it was empty except for a small naked man with what appeared to be a small cage over his very small penis. He announced in a nasal voice that he was the attendant. He showed me to the last aisle where I undressed and stowed my clothes in the far locker. The attendant said he was just going for the robes and towels and walked out. With the towel on its way I streaked to the showers. I was so relieved that there were individual showers instead of one long wall of showerheads like there was in high school. I always skipped gym class so that the other guys wouldn’t see my 4” boy-dick. I was so relieved in fact, that I forgot to wait for a towel and just jumped in the shower. As I was rinsing off the soap I heard voices in the locker area. After I shut the water off, I stuck my head out of the stall and looked frantically for something to cover up with. Damn it, I thought, that little bastard forgot to bring the towel. This is crazy, I thought, high school is long past and after all, I am in a swing club. I took a deep breath and started toward the doorway, unlike the guys in school who always sauntered around the locker room with their big cocks a-swinging, my flaccid little willie just stuck out and bounced slightly as I walked.
There were three well-muscled jock types standing in the main aisle talking as I walked out of the shower room. Two were black and the other was a well-tanned blonde surfer looking dude. As one they looked my way as I entered and I could feel myself getting red with embarrassment. They all looked down at my wee-wee and then looked at each other and snickered. I excused myself as I tried to get by and one of the black guys said “No problem little man.” At six feet, 220 lbs., I knew that he referred to my penis. When I got to the last aisle where my locker was, I saw that there were a half dozen other guys in various stages of undress. No one was talking or making eye contact and I figured that these guys must be below average endowment as well. All of us short-dicked guys must think the same: get as far away as possible so no one can see us when we disrobe. I donned my robe quickly and practically ran from the room.
I had to wait for a while for Shelley to finally come out of the Ladies locker room. She exited with several other attractive ladies, all of whom were giggling. I told her that she looked very flushed and I asked her if the water was too hot. All of the ladies laughed and Shelley said that it was very hot in that room. The other guys from my corner of the Men’s locker came out at that moment so I did not have time to question her.
Everyone seemed to be moving along the corridor in the same direction so we just followed along. I soon saw that we were headed into the “Hot Wife” room. Leo was there to greet us and I realized that there were now eight couples including us. Leo shut the door and ushered everyone toward the center of the room. The lighting was soft and there was music coming from speakers in the ceiling. Leo asked us all to introduce ourselves by first name only. I shook hands with the other seven guys and mumbled my name. They were all average looking guys in their mid thirties with the exception of Steve, a tall bald man of about fifty. There’s no way this old guy is getting a piece of my wife, I thought to myself. After we all shook hands we turned our attention to the girls. Eight hot-looking ladies all with something different to offer in the looks department. Shelley has a classically beautiful face, blonde hair, creamy skin and large breasts. There was an ample breasted black lady, a tanned and toned blonde, a brunette soccer mom type, a tall hot Latin looking chick with black hair and smoldering eyes, a short flat-chested gal, a chubby brunette and an older, leggy blonde that must be the wife of the bald gent. I could hardly wait to get my hands on these fine ladies!
Leo explained that he would be bringing out a male dancer to get things moving. I’ve seen what a hot, sweaty dancer can do to lower girls’ inhibitions at a strip club so I figured this was a good idea. A door beside a large wall mirror opened and out stepped the largest black man I have ever seen. He trotted the few steps to the center dais and jumped up. The music took a rocky, raunchy tone and he gyrated his hips to the music. Every eye in the room was riveted to this masculine display. I felt a tap on my shoulder and Leo directed me to follow the other husbands to a dimly lit corner of the room. We all leaned back against an iron rail and looked back at our wives who were cheering on the stripper as he removed his shirt. They didn’t even notice that we had stepped away.
Leo explained that there was something exciting in store for us. My dick twitched in anticipation. He clapped twice and pointed to another door which opened and out stepped a beautiful twenty something goddess in a black leather corset. She was tanned, toned, had long black hair and her brown nipples peeked out over the top of the corset. She bent and slapped her shapely butt. She took something from Leo and then proceeded to dance her way along in front of us, brushing against our crotches. She went to the end of the line and removed the first husband’s robe. She moved down and licked and sucked his dick. It sprang to life and he leaned back and moaned. She moved to each man in turn and did the same thing. I loved her oral ministrations when she reached me and I could hardly wait to have my turn at her pussy.
Once she had all of us “at attention” she pulled out a cloth sewing tape. She moved to her knees again and gave each dick a kiss and then measured it. I thought this was strange but went with the flow. I strained hard when she got to me but it barely made 4-1/8 inches. With the exception of the older bald man, Steve, and the black husband, Clarence, the rest of the other guys were in the same boat as I; below average penis size. Steve and Clarence, though, both sported thick 8 or 9-inch cocks. As she called out the measurements, Leo moved behind us and hand cuffed each husband to the iron railing. Kind of kinky, I thought, but I didn’t notice until he was done that neither Steve nor Clarence was cuffed. As soon as the last cuff clicked into place, our sexy goddess jumped up
She said, “From now on, any man not in cuffs will be addressed as Sir, Mister or Bull. You boys in cuffs will be referred to as cuckold, cuck, or cucky-boy. You will address me as Mistress.”
“What the hell,” I said, “I didn’t come here to….” The bitch slapped me and said, “No talking and no complaining or you will be locked in a room in the dark by yourself with no idea what is happening to your wives.”
With that, Leo pressed a button on the wall and through the door stepped eight naked guys, including the three studs I saw in the locker room. There was much laughter as they made their way toward us.
Surfer man stopped in front of me. “If that’s all you have to offer your wife, no wonder she’s here.” I started to respond that we came to swing with other couples, but bitch woman gave me a dirty look so rather than risk another slap I just nodded. “Good cucky-boy” he said. I’m going to fuck that pretty wife of yours until she screams for mercy. Why didn’t Shelley come over and get me out of this I thought as I glanced toward the women. I saw why none of the women were looking this way; they had all shed their robes and were fingering their clits as the stripper made his way around in front of them and hung his huge manhood in their faces.
When we arrived at the club, the host introduced himself as Leo, a Latin looking guy wearing shorts and a muscle shirt. Leo immediately ignored me and, grabbing Cynthia by the arm, gave her the grand tour of the premises while I followed along behind. We walked down a corridor to a door marked “Gang-Bang Room”. The floor was upholstered and looked like one large mattress. There were also several raised benches, a circular bench in the center and mirrors on the ceiling.
“Every Friday night is gang-bang night”, said Leo. “We allow single guys in and they, along with several of our male staff, show a lucky gal the time of her life.”
“We’re more interested in swinging with another couple” I said. Leo shrugged and we went back into the corridor.
He then showed us through another door with a large sign on it that read “Hot Wife Room”. The room had gray stone walls, high ceilings, and a large round red cushioned bench centered between two large mirrors. There were doors on each side of the mirrors but he did not offer to show us what was behind them.
He explained that we were in luck that since it was Saturday, it was “Hot Wife Night” and looking at Shelley he said that he hoped to see us later. He then pointed us to the locker room and told us to shower and put on the robes that we would find in each locker. Shelley looked at me and asked if I was sure that I wanted to go through with this. I responded that I would if she would and gave her a quick kiss. With that she went into the Ladies locker room and I went into the Men’s.
As I entered the warm room, I saw that it was empty except for a small naked man with what appeared to be a small cage over his very small penis. He announced in a nasal voice that he was the attendant. He showed me to the last aisle where I undressed and stowed my clothes in the far locker. The attendant said he was just going for the robes and towels and walked out. With the towel on its way I streaked to the showers. I was so relieved that there were individual showers instead of one long wall of showerheads like there was in high school. I always skipped gym class so that the other guys wouldn’t see my 4” boy-dick. I was so relieved in fact, that I forgot to wait for a towel and just jumped in the shower. As I was rinsing off the soap I heard voices in the locker area. After I shut the water off, I stuck my head out of the stall and looked frantically for something to cover up with. Damn it, I thought, that little bastard forgot to bring the towel. This is crazy, I thought, high school is long past and after all, I am in a swing club. I took a deep breath and started toward the doorway, unlike the guys in school who always sauntered around the locker room with their big cocks a-swinging, my flaccid little willie just stuck out and bounced slightly as I walked.
There were three well-muscled jock types standing in the main aisle talking as I walked out of the shower room. Two were black and the other was a well-tanned blonde surfer looking dude. As one they looked my way as I entered and I could feel myself getting red with embarrassment. They all looked down at my wee-wee and then looked at each other and snickered. I excused myself as I tried to get by and one of the black guys said “No problem little man.” At six feet, 220 lbs., I knew that he referred to my penis. When I got to the last aisle where my locker was, I saw that there were a half dozen other guys in various stages of undress. No one was talking or making eye contact and I figured that these guys must be below average endowment as well. All of us short-dicked guys must think the same: get as far away as possible so no one can see us when we disrobe. I donned my robe quickly and practically ran from the room.
I had to wait for a while for Shelley to finally come out of the Ladies locker room. She exited with several other attractive ladies, all of whom were giggling. I told her that she looked very flushed and I asked her if the water was too hot. All of the ladies laughed and Shelley said that it was very hot in that room. The other guys from my corner of the Men’s locker came out at that moment so I did not have time to question her.
Everyone seemed to be moving along the corridor in the same direction so we just followed along. I soon saw that we were headed into the “Hot Wife” room. Leo was there to greet us and I realized that there were now eight couples including us. Leo shut the door and ushered everyone toward the center of the room. The lighting was soft and there was music coming from speakers in the ceiling. Leo asked us all to introduce ourselves by first name only. I shook hands with the other seven guys and mumbled my name. They were all average looking guys in their mid thirties with the exception of Steve, a tall bald man of about fifty. There’s no way this old guy is getting a piece of my wife, I thought to myself. After we all shook hands we turned our attention to the girls. Eight hot-looking ladies all with something different to offer in the looks department. Shelley has a classically beautiful face, blonde hair, creamy skin and large breasts. There was an ample breasted black lady, a tanned and toned blonde, a brunette soccer mom type, a tall hot Latin looking chick with black hair and smoldering eyes, a short flat-chested gal, a chubby brunette and an older, leggy blonde that must be the wife of the bald gent. I could hardly wait to get my hands on these fine ladies!
Leo explained that he would be bringing out a male dancer to get things moving. I’ve seen what a hot, sweaty dancer can do to lower girls’ inhibitions at a strip club so I figured this was a good idea. A door beside a large wall mirror opened and out stepped the largest black man I have ever seen. He trotted the few steps to the center dais and jumped up. The music took a rocky, raunchy tone and he gyrated his hips to the music. Every eye in the room was riveted to this masculine display. I felt a tap on my shoulder and Leo directed me to follow the other husbands to a dimly lit corner of the room. We all leaned back against an iron rail and looked back at our wives who were cheering on the stripper as he removed his shirt. They didn’t even notice that we had stepped away.
Leo explained that there was something exciting in store for us. My dick twitched in anticipation. He clapped twice and pointed to another door which opened and out stepped a beautiful twenty something goddess in a black leather corset. She was tanned, toned, had long black hair and her brown nipples peeked out over the top of the corset. She bent and slapped her shapely butt. She took something from Leo and then proceeded to dance her way along in front of us, brushing against our crotches. She went to the end of the line and removed the first husband’s robe. She moved down and licked and sucked his dick. It sprang to life and he leaned back and moaned. She moved to each man in turn and did the same thing. I loved her oral ministrations when she reached me and I could hardly wait to have my turn at her pussy.
Once she had all of us “at attention” she pulled out a cloth sewing tape. She moved to her knees again and gave each dick a kiss and then measured it. I thought this was strange but went with the flow. I strained hard when she got to me but it barely made 4-1/8 inches. With the exception of the older bald man, Steve, and the black husband, Clarence, the rest of the other guys were in the same boat as I; below average penis size. Steve and Clarence, though, both sported thick 8 or 9-inch cocks. As she called out the measurements, Leo moved behind us and hand cuffed each husband to the iron railing. Kind of kinky, I thought, but I didn’t notice until he was done that neither Steve nor Clarence was cuffed. As soon as the last cuff clicked into place, our sexy goddess jumped up
She said, “From now on, any man not in cuffs will be addressed as Sir, Mister or Bull. You boys in cuffs will be referred to as cuckold, cuck, or cucky-boy. You will address me as Mistress.”
“What the hell,” I said, “I didn’t come here to….” The bitch slapped me and said, “No talking and no complaining or you will be locked in a room in the dark by yourself with no idea what is happening to your wives.”
With that, Leo pressed a button on the wall and through the door stepped eight naked guys, including the three studs I saw in the locker room. There was much laughter as they made their way toward us.
Surfer man stopped in front of me. “If that’s all you have to offer your wife, no wonder she’s here.” I started to respond that we came to swing with other couples, but bitch woman gave me a dirty look so rather than risk another slap I just nodded. “Good cucky-boy” he said. I’m going to fuck that pretty wife of yours until she screams for mercy. Why didn’t Shelley come over and get me out of this I thought as I glanced toward the women. I saw why none of the women were looking this way; they had all shed their robes and were fingering their clits as the stripper made his way around in front of them and hung his huge manhood in their faces.
