Fourplay | The Mostly True Story of a Lusty Librarian's Swinging Sexcapades

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Nick: Hey, if you're okay with it, I'd like to check out that club in Scottsdale on Saturday night. Yes... that club. The Honey Pot. Let's see what Javier and Claire were talking about. We might meet another sexy, good-looking couple. Or a whole club full of sexy people.

Nick's text dings as I'm finishing a remote, online class for grad students. What the hell? That sex club Javier mentioned? I mean, it's Tuesday and I'm still reeling in disbelief at the fourplay we had with total strangers on Friday night. Now, he wants me to go to a sex club with him? Images begin swirling in my mind as I imagine red velvet tufted sofas and purple ambient lighting. Scantily clad men and women in black, leather dominatrix-type outfits. Why dominatrix? It conjures up a visual of that underground, masks, whips, and chains kind of sex dungeon thing. Then I get the SNCTM video playing again and squirm in my chair.

Hmm... I agreed to the Claire and Javier meet up, well... because I really wanted to kiss a woman and because... it's Nick. Running a big, successful company must mean he has some incredible powers of persuasion. Which is why this guy is able to push me to that next level.

My phone dings again as I'm checking my work emails... Nick.

Nick: I hope I feel for both of us, to look for a SNCTM type place. We'll have to see! Don't get me wrong, it was hot AF with Claire and Javier. But, yes, a club setting with ... Mmm...

Ding... ding... ding... ding... ding... Five Google image GIFs flash on my screen. One woman is being taken from behind while sucking another man's cock. The next image is a woman licking another woman's pussy, and a man is standing over her, cumming into her mouth. The third shows four on a bed in a tangle of thrusting, pumping, licking, and sucking. I don't even get to the last two as I choke on my forkful of spinach salad. Damn... I'm shocked and even a bit repulsed by these porno pics. What do I expect? For one, I didn't think Nick would jump right to this within 48 hours of our first couple's sexcapade. Why am I wanting a more romantic exchange when he's made it perfectly clear what he wants? I put my phone down. Not up to this right now. But I do feel a tingle. Damn him!

I trudge through the afternoon in a haze of 'what have I gotten myself into...' Ding. I don't even have to look. I know it's Nick.

Nick: Don't leave me hanging. Do you agree with the possible sexpectations?

There's a photo attached of him with his beautiful cock 'hanging' out of his jeans.

Damn, he's a pusher.

Me: It's a lot to take in.

Me: Looking at those images... it feels a bit like naked twister!!! Just need a ton of lube and a plastic mat.

I find nd send the perfect GIF of two couples in compromising positions playing the Mattel game.

Nick: LOL

I'm jesting, but deep down, I do feel like Alice heading down that infamous rabbit hole. I'm hoping Nick doesn't pick up on my hesitation. I want him to think I'm open to liberation and adventure, ready for the next sexcapade. Actually, that's what I want to be. Am I 'pushing' myself?

Nick: You know it was so fucking sexy feeling each other out at that Lust Party in front of all those people.

Nick: This is too wild to even imagine. We might have sex in front of other people. But in a sexy, private, confidential environment. If ever this fantasy were to happen, this is the place!

Gee, Nick is not trying to ease me into the idea. He is aware of my naivete; I mean, he's done the sex club thing with Emile. It must be erotic and a turn-on for him to even want to try it again after how that ended. I'm flattered that he wants to go there with sexually inexperienced me.