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“Hey,” Joe spoke loud enough for just me to hear. “Have you
noticed how much attention you’re getting? Not just guys but chicks are
checking you out.”

Why did that want to make me giggle like a schoolgirl? “I
hadn’t noticed.”

“Oh Tara, you have a lovely body.” Wendy must have heard his
comment. “Please don’t feel shy or pressured. Whatever your comfort level is
welcome here. Now, let’s go see the pool.”

That was the other scent I’d picked up on. Chlorine or
bromine for the pool. I knew it was outdoors and when we emerged from climbing
the few steps to the outside patio I sucked in my breath. It was gorgeous!
Stunning blue lighting set off the pool and the walls perfectly. Long shell-colored
cushions lined the bench along the far side and back wall. If it wasn’t a tad
chilly, I’m sure people would have lounged on them.

“We have heaters that we turn on when the temperature goes
below sixty degrees. It’s a bit early for people to be using the pool right
now.” She turned and smiled at us. “Again, it’s yours to use if you wish.”

“What about the buildings?” I looked up at the surrounding
office buildings.

“If you notice, there are no windows facing our pool. Very
convenient I must say. So there is total seclusion.”

“Yes, there is. How odd that it worked out this way.”

“It was planned years ago. This is the only outdoor pool in
the downtown core. Years ago the pool was put in for the gentleman’s bath house
that was once here. The buildings were already there, so it was easy to
construct.”

I nodded. Impressed with the information.

“There is a secluded spot around that corner to the right if
you prefer a bit more privacy. This way please.”

She led us back to the stairs where another hot tub I hadn’t
noticed on the way up to the pool was tucked off to the side. We descended to
the bar, having done a complete circle of the main floor to the staircase I had
looked up earlier and we now ascended.

“This is the second floor and our coed locker room.”

She led us inside. I tried not to stare at the people
changing out of street clothes, wrapping towels around themselves or sliding on
a variety of snippets of clothing. One thing I couldn’t help but notice was the
body types. I liked that there was no discrimination to size or shape here.

“These keys are for the lockers?” I held up what we had been
given at reception.

“Yes, they are. If you would like to change, pick any empty
locker for your belongings.”

Joe nodded and ushered me along, his fingers stroking the
curve of my waist. His simple touch and the view of the sexuality around us had
me burning up with passion. How would I make it through the night just
watching? I glanced back at Joe, who was looking down the hall, and my gaze
fell to his crotch. His sizable bulge told me he was feeling the same way.

I slowed my pace a bit and he came up behind me, perfect for
a quick fondle and squeeze of his balls through his jeans.

“Hey!”

I giggled at his obvious surprise and gave a final squeeze
before following Wendy. “Later, my good man. I promise.”

“You bet your pretty, tight ass there’ll be a later.” And he
swatted me with a quick, sharp smack.

Wendy laughed and took my hand in hers, walking backward
with a wide smile on her face. “See! You both are relaxing already. I just know
you’ll enjoy yourselves tonight. There is only one more floor and then I’ll
leave you to your pleasure.”

Wendy turned and led us down the hall. I glanced in the room
at the end and shivered with unexpected excitement. It was the dungeon.

A tingle rushed down my spine and heat flooded my belly.
Suddenly I felt wet and swollen, like I did after Joe and I had a steady
fucking session. My nipples hardened when I spied the sex swing.

“Our dungeon is moderately equipped. We are still waiting to
see the actual interest levels in the room and gauge it from there.” I glanced
at Wendy. She was looking at me and my cheeks grew hot. She smiled. “Hmm, do I
sense you’re interested in playing?”

I flicked a look at Joe and he raised his eyebrows ever so
slightly. Did that mean he was interested? “Um.” I swung my gaze back to Wendy.
“I’m not opposed to the idea. Especially the swing.”

She clapped her hands before taking one of mine. “Come, I’ll
show you how to use it.”

Before I knew it she had positioned me in the swing with my
legs spread wide, lounging back holding on to the ropes. Joe stood behind
Wendy. His arms crossed over his wide chest enhanced the muscled thickness of
his biceps and forearms. He watched every move we made and licked his lips
whenever Wendy’s fingers brushed my flesh as she placed me how she wanted in
the swing.

“There. How does that feel?”

Her hand rested on my thigh and I was acutely aware of it.
My skin tingled and grew hot from her touch, radiating a delightful sweep of
arousal throughout my body. I’d never had a woman touch me before and was
surprised at how pleasant it was.

“Actually, quite comfortable.” Even if my legs were spread
wide and pussy bare to both their gazes. They were taking in the view of my
exposure and I trembled with excitement.

“Good.” Wendy’s voice was soft, low, and I was sure I heard
a husky tone to it as if she were aroused too. But then why wouldn’t she be?
Just because she was the owner didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy her club any way
she pleased. Her hand slipped to my inner thigh and slowly slid up my leg.

I sucked in a breath, unsure what to do, but determined to
not shift my position. Her hand stopped just before the crease of my thigh and
as close to my pussy as any woman had ever been.

“You have lovely soft skin.” And then her hand was gone. Was
that a flash of disappointment I experienced? “Joe, please stand here.”

I watched him do as instructed and he was between my thighs,
his crotch in perfect line with me. All he’d have to do is unzip his pants and
step forward to slide in my hot and very ready core. I moaned.

Wendy chuckled, a deep, seductive sound. “I think you two
could use some play time. I can sense your sexual tension.” I lifted my head
and watched as she reached for the zipper on Joe’s pants. “May I?” She looked
at him and then me. Joe nodded and so did I.

Deftly she had the zipper down and his cock out, cradling it
in her small hands. It was his turn to groan and I watched as she stroked him.
His head fell back and the veins in his neck corded with strain. She took his
hand, replacing hers with it. “I assume you use condoms.”

We didn’t say anything, as she assumed right and I guess
both of us wanted to see what she would do. Wendy reached into the bowl on the
table beside the wall and retrieved a package. She ripped it open and placed
the condom on Joe’s cock head and rolled it down.

“There you go, now step forward.”

He did.

She held his cock in one hand and I nearly jumped out of my
skin when her other hand swept through my lips to my clit and back down to open
me. Her fingers soft and sure, she spread my pussy lips open. When the tip of
his cock whispered against my highly sensitive cleft a shudder rumbled through
me.

With a hushed voice Wendy instructed Joe, “Thrust. Slowly.”

He did. I dropped my head back and held my breath as he
pushed into me. Deep. Slow. Stretching and filling me in excruciating pleasure.

Wendy rested her hand just above my mound and pressed down.
It was exquisite. “Hold her hips.” He did and I sizzled under his fingertips.
“Now, you can swing her to meet you with every plunge.”

I was befuddled. How the hell had this happened? We were on
a tour one minute and the next in the sex swing and getting fucking lessons. It
was fantastic. Sweet delight filled me and I clenched my thigh muscles, wiggled
my ass in the swing and wanted more.

“Harder, Joe.” My voice was gravelly. He grunted and slammed
his body into me. I let go of the rope and snaked my hand down to my clit,
swirling my fingers over the sensitive nub. “I’m going to come.”

I loved the intensity on Joe’s face as he fucked me. Wendy
watched where we joined. She licked her lips and her gaze flickered to me. She
smiled and nodded. I didn’t even know this woman and yet her being here
watching seemed the most natural thing in the world.

I wanted her to watch me. Watch us.

She lifted her hand and reached out, then hesitated, balling
her fingers into a fist as if fighting the urge to touch us. A searing-hot
flash began in my belly, my orgasm was imminent. I couldn’t move my hand over my
clit anymore and let it drop beside me. She must have taken that as invitation,
because quickly she placed her fingers where mine had been moments before. I
was too boneless and bordering on a mind-blowing orgasm to resist.

I looked at Joe, our gazes met and we were glued to each
other. It was just us and I sucked in a breath. Held it, trying not to close my
eyes as I wanted to see him come. He was glorious in all his raw maleness when
he orgasmed. My belly constricted and a bloom of excruciating delight exploded
from my clit and pussy, sending my body into pulsing orgasms.

Joe thrust harder and withdrew, pausing for the briefest
moment before he plunged deep, steady, and pulled my hips hard against him. His
cock swelled inside me and he let out a controlled groan then collapsed on me,
his mouth finding mine. His movements drew out another shiver of delight from
me and then he went limp, his head falling on my shoulder. Both of us gasped
for breath.

“Holy shit,” he murmured next to my neck. “What the hell was
that all about?”

I shook my head, still trying to gather my thoughts. “I-I
know. That was incredible.”

He nodded and pushed himself up. He looked around and my
gaze followed his. Wendy was gone. I lay still spread wide as Joe backed up and
stood before me.

“You’re one hot bitch, Tara. I’ve a mind to keep you trussed
up in that chair all night.”

“Now that would hardly be fair, would it? The night has just
begun.” I struggled to get out and the swing started to move, making it harder.
“Here, help me out.”

Joe took my hand and easily pulled me off the swing until we
stood flush, chest to breast, hips to hips and stared into each other’s eyes.

“Yes, the night has just begun and it certainly started off
with a bang.”

I laughed at his choice of words. “Yes it did at that. Let’s
go find the bar on the third floor she told us about. I need another drink.”

The hum throughout the building was growing. I could almost
feel the sexual tension mounting as well. We weren’t really sure how the
spectator sex would begin, because it seemed to be ongoing from the minute we
got in the door. Not that I was complaining. And Joe certainly wasn’t either.

I sipped my dirty martini with extra olives and lounged back
in the retro barstool. So far we were the only ones there.

Joe took a swig of his beer. “So, are you glad we came? Not
much activity going on right now.”

“Yeah, I was wondering the same thing. But yes, glad we
came.” I winked and grinned at him. “That was my first time in a swing,
and
getting help from another person.”

He smiled and nodded. “That was pretty hot. Was that the
first time you’ve had some female assistance?”

I was shocked when I felt a blush rush over my cheeks.
“Yes.”

He chuckled and wrapped his arm around my shoulder,
squeezing gently. “Nothing wrong with that. Would you want to do it again?”

I shrugged. “It never crossed my mind. But I suppose
anything is possible.” I looked him square in the eye and asked, “How about
you? Would you like another guy to join us?”

He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head back, took a long
pull from the beer bottle. The urge to press my lips to his throat as he
swallowed was overwhelming, but I wanted him to answer me.

He pinned me with his dark eyes and I swallowed, waiting to
hear what he was going to say.

“It never crossed my mind, but I suppose anything is
possible.”

I gave him a swat on the arm. “That’s not fair, nor is it a
proper answer.”

“Would you like another guy to join us?”

I lifted my chin and the words were out before I could
control them. “Hell ya! Why not more than one, how about two or three?”

“Three!” His eyes bugged out. “Isn’t that being a little
greedy?”

“No, not in the least.” But shit, that would be frigging
amazing.

“What would you do with all that cock?”

“Enjoy it.” I gave him an evil grin. “After all, it would be
all about me.” I shivered with the thought of multiple male hands, mouths and
yes, cocks, on and in me.

“So then if the roles were reversed, you would be receptive
to me having more than one chick?”

I smiled and raised my eyebrows. “Never say never and
something I hadn’t really thought about.”

Joe took a swig of beer, then leaned down and whispered in
my ear, “You might get your wish.”

“What do you mean?” I sat up and looked in the direction he
was.

A couple of very well-built guys came into the room and
beelined it right for us. I didn’t think single guys were permitted. They
settled on the stool to my right, and with Joe to my left, I was nicely
sandwiched between some solid male muscle.

They ordered their drinks and nodded. The taller of the two,
blond and blue-eyed, turned to us. “Seems rather tame, don’t you think?”

Tame! If he thought this tame I had to wonder what the hell
else he’d experienced. And yes, I was totally intrigued. In my book, this was
far from tame with all the nakedness earlier and our swing-sexcapade.

Oh god, had anyone watched us from the doorway?

“It’s our first time so we’re not too sure what to expect,”
Joe answered. I was glad he spoke, because I was still wondering if anybody had
watched us. I was also curious how these two single dudes got into a couples’
club.

“How did you get in?” I blurted, then realized it came out
way too harsh. “I mean, did you come with anyone or on your own?”

The dark-haired fellow swung his gaze to me. “Why do you
ask, darlin’?”

Smartass. He also got my antenna up a bit, but not in a
negative way, more in a I-need-to-get-to-know-you way. I met his gaze with a
steady look. I wasn’t about to let him try to intimidate me. Instead his dark,
syrupy gaze succeeded in liquefying my insides into raw, edgy lust.

“I ask, because it is a couples’ or single ladies’ club. No
predatory
single
males.”

He smiled and didn’t miss a beat. “We,” he paused, “didn’t
get your name, darlin’.”

“I never said. But it’s Tara.”

“Well, Tara, we were invited special for tonight. You never
know when someone might want to have a moresome and we’re here to answer the
call.”

I felt my eyes widen.
Moresome? Whoa, how intriguing is
that?

Joe nudged me and I glanced at him, careful to blink and
banish the look of surprise that surely must be etched on my face.

“Did you want to stay up here, or head down for the show?”
Joe asked.

I slipped off the stool, tottered on my heels for the
briefest second and didn’t miss the hand that shot out from Mr. Intensity.

His fingers brushed my elbow, shooting tingles of awareness
up my arm.

“Maybe we should head downstairs and find out where the
special show will be taking place.” I leaned into Joe and kept my voice low.

“You won’t have to look too hard for it. Every room will be
burning up with wild and crazy sex,” Mr. Intensity said.

I straightened my back and in a moment of recklessness,
placed my hands at my waist and smoothed out the slip of fabric. Glancing at
the guys from under my lashes, I ran my fingers over my breasts, slipping them
under the edge of the triangles covering my nipples, then slid them down my
sides to the micro-mini. Bending a knee slightly, hoping against hope that I
was pulling off being a sexy witch without looking ridiculous, I smoothed the
skirt over my hips before turning to present my ass and repeat the move.

When I heard a chorus of sucked-in male breaths I knew I had
succeeded in gaining their attention. Taking a step away, I reached out for
Joe’s hand and casually tossed over my shoulder, “Maybe later, boys,” and led
Joe from the bar.

I felt their heated gazes with each step and just as we
turned the corner, I glanced back and was thrilled to see they watched us
leave. My belly tightened. I could feel Mr. Intensity’s power from here. So I
gave them an evil wink and throaty laugh before they vanished behind the wall.

Gawd, what had I become since arriving at Desire After Dark?

I followed Joe back down the stairs. Watching his dark head.
He turned and looked in every room we passed by, I followed his gaze. Most were
still fairly empty, yet the sound of voices rose up the elaborate staircase
from below. Finally on the main floor, we were engulfed by a crowd of people in
various states of undress.

Joe leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Well, what do you
think of this?”

“Incredible. I’ve never see so much tits, ass and pussy in
one room.”

“Stunning.” His voice was thick.

I glanced at him. He was like a kid in a candy store. Didn’t
know which way to look first. I laughed when he licked his lips. “Don’t be such
a letch, Joe.” I gave him a playful punch.

“Shit. I’ve never seen so much eye-candy in one place
before.”

“I know, couldn’t agree with you more.”

“There’s a spot at the end of the bar.”

I followed the path he cleared, smiling when the ladies
gawked at him. I had a moment of pride rush over me that it was me he was with
and not them. Yep, fuckbuddies. That’s us and we liked it that way. No strings.
No complications. Just pleasure with no consequences.

There was only one seat so he sat on it, grabbed my hand and
pulled me onto his lap. His cock was hard under my ass and I loved the feel of
it and his powerful chest flush to my back. His hand slipped around my waist,
just under my breast. From another perspective it may have looked like a
possessive hold on me. It was anything but. “Let’s watch the show, shall we?”

I nodded and snuggled into him, glad to get off my too-high
spiked heels. Magically, two more drinks appeared on the bar and a large tray
of delectable finger foods. Yum. Had everything I needed.

Wendy, now wearing a barely there lingerie thingie—all I
could think to call it—hushed the crowd.

“Thank you all for coming.” She smiled and waved her hand
around to everyone. “There are some old faces and some new ones.” She pointedly
looked at Joe and me. To my horror, I felt a blush rush up my neck and bloom
over my cheeks. Her wink was outrageous and I couldn’t help but smile back at
her.

The crowd clapped and she raised her hand before continuing.
“Tonight is very special and we hope you enjoy. This particular event has been
talked about for quite a while and even though our club is open to all for your
own form of pleasure, having a dedicated spectator-sex night is something we’ve
been asked for. Watching those around you in the club is perfectly acceptable,
but some people still felt uncomfortable watching.” She stopped and clapped her
hands together with delight. “So tonight you can gawk all you want without
feeling nosy. It’s your night and our volunteers are very happy to have you
watch them. Don’t be shy!”

The murmur of voices rose and again, Wendy raised her hand.
“There will be no schedule or set performances, if you will, just adults
enjoying themselves in our club. So, off you go. Relax, have fun, watch, play
and enjoy.”

I watched her disappear into the crowd and the excitement
I’d felt earlier grew. It just seemed so perfectly wrong to watch people have
sex. Yet being given the permission to watch was exhilarating.

As the crowd began to disperse from the bar, I sipped my
drink and leaned back on Joe. Before I could say anything the two hotties from
the upstairs bar walked past. Mr. Intensity gave me a crooked smile and a slow,
sexy wink. Heat flared in me and I felt myself get wet.

My train of thought went off track and I took a big gulp,
hoping the sharp burn of alcohol would snap me out of my lust haze. “Joe,” I
whispered. “Where should we set up our viewing seats?”

“Dunno. Let’s watch where everyone heads to and decide after
that.” I nodded and froze at his next words. “Unless you want to follow those
two dudes from the upstairs bar?”

How the hell did he know?

“Um, sure. Whatever.” I tried to hide my surprise. Excited
that he brought it up. That meant he might be open to have a moresome? My heart
tripped over itself and I sipped again, squirming my ass on his lap. “Either
way, we’re gonna get some while we’re here.”

“You better believe it.” He nuzzled my neck and shivers
rippled along my flesh. “You’re the hottest bitch in this place.”

“Oh Joe.” I shifted until I was sitting sideways on him,
wound my arms around his neck and pressed my partly opened lips to his. “You do
have a way with words.”

His tongue flicked out and pushed through my slackened lips.
I met his with mine. The soft and gentle dance of flesh was a total
juxtaposition to the burning, urgent need that roared inside me and from the
walls of the club itself.

His arms banded around me and I sighed into him. We did have
a chemistry that I would be hard-pressed to give up. As he kissed me into
oblivion, the hazy apparition of Mr. Intensity’s face drifted through my mind.
His smile, dark eyes and slow wink heated me up. Joe’s cock twitched under me
and I wanted it in me, along with the hands of Mr. I and his quiet buddy all
over me.

Joe broke the kiss, his breath harsh and ragged, hot where
he buried his face in my neck. “Let’s go find ourselves a perch and look for
some action.”

I licked my lips and nodded. “Yes, let’s.” I drew in a shaky
breath and slid off Joe’s lap.

This time I led the way. Almost like a bloodhound, I
followed the scent of sex and hint of Mr. Intensity’s cologne. Up the stairs to
the pool level. It was dark, music drifted from the carefully hidden speakers
giving a sensual aura of hushed sexual potency that mingled exquisitely with
the sultry sounds of sexual moans. Breath caught in my throat and my nipples
rose, aching for some of the hot action going on around us. Swinging my gaze
around the chairs, past clusters of people, along the long couch, I looked for
two men.

If I was casual enough about it, maybe I could lead Joe over
to the corner, shaded somewhat by a wooden arbor, where I saw those two hunky
dudes lounging. Their muscular legs stretched out and white towels casually
slung around their hips. Which only enhanced the considerable bulges concealed
beneath the terry fabric. My gaze crawled over them. The white towels were a
stark contrast to their tanned and very buff bodies. I could almost taste them
and licked my lips.

Joe snagged my hand and pulled me against him, his own very
hard and muscled body like a wall of granite behind me. Holy hell! The physical
and visual stimulation around here was enough to drive a girl insane with need.

“Check it out,” Joe whispered in my ear as he turned my head
to look at the pool.

My lungs froze and I would have tripped if he hadn’t had me
in such a vise grip. The pool was full of couples and ménages. I tipped my
head, trying to make sense of the tangle of various body parts of who knew how
many people in the pool through the mist rising from the heated water.

“How do they not drown each other?” I was thunderstruck.

“Who the hell knows, but they’re definitely athletic.” The
splash of waves against the tile sides of the pool acted as exclamation points
to his words.

I heard the humor in his voice and smiled over my shoulder
at him. He leaned in to me and captured my lips with his. His kisses never
failed to rev me up. And in my already high state of excitement, he succeeded
in making my arousal close to excruciating. My breasts felt heavy and begged
for attention, and I ran my hands up my belly and cupped them through the
fabric. Rubbing my nipples gently.

I moaned into his mouth, not ever wanting him to stop. When
he turned me and his hands gripped my ass, I wrapped my legs around his hips.
He easily held me. God, I wished he’d taken a cue from the other guys and was
wearing just a towel so I could feel his impressive cock with next to nothing
between us.