Becoming A Hotwife. Caron’s Story — Taking One For The Team. Part 4

Carl locked the door and began to undress. I turned away and softly exhaled with disgust as I unzipped my skirt.

It was only the third time we visited a swinger’s club where Andy and I could satisfy our exhibitionistic tendencies.

I was incredibly horny that night and wore the most indecent outfit that I had ever worn in public. My top consisted of a completely sheer, very stretchy, very thin fabric, about eight inches long, and only served to draw attention to my clearly-visible tits.

My skirt was leather and was only about ten inches long. It barely reached my pussy. Andy cautioned me about bending over. Even the slightest bend, neal, or reach left my dangling pussy lips visible. But that’s what I like about the skirt. I wore red spiked heels that made me appear taller than I was.

When we arrived fashionably late, it was dark, and I stepped out of the car, not caring who saw me as I strutted into the club. I loved the attention as I walked toward the bar with Andy on my arm. And loves that I’m the center of attention of all the men and some women when we go to clubs and parties.

I felt like a slut and wanted everyone to know it. We had a few drinks and danced. We were both a little tipsy and decided to take a break from the dancing. We sat at a table and enjoyed the view. There were many beautiful women.

We recognized a couple sitting near us from a house party we had attended a few months ago. It was at that party that I watched Andy fuck Rhea. Other than Sarah and me, Rhea has been the only woman Andy and I both have had sex with.

Rhea was wearing a sexy dress. Her tits were larger than mine and hung over the low-cut neckline of her dress. The guy she was with was wearing a suit and looked very wealthy. Rhea was sitting beside him, and her hand was on his thigh. They were talking and laughing and seemed very comfortable together.

They looked so sexy together. I could see Rhea’s tits jiggle as she moved, and I could tell she was not wearing a bra. She was beautiful, and I remembered how turned on I got watching her tits as she fucked my husband. Rhea was younger, probably in her early thirties. I was slightly jealous of her toned, athletic body and smooth, perfect skin.

“Do you think they’ll invite us to play with them?” Andy asked.

“I can ask if you want,” I answered.

Before Andy answered me, we were approached by a different couple. The woman introduced herself as Jane. She was gorgeous and had long blond hair, small tits that fit her tall, lean figure perfectly. She had a sexy accent and was friendly. The man introduced himself as Carl, Jane’s husband. They seemed very mismatched.

Carl had a nice face, but he was seriously overweight. His belly protruded from the waistband of his pants, hanging over his belt. His shirt was pulled out at the bottom and opened a little. He was shorter, probably around five feet seven, while Jane was a few inches taller than me, probably six feet tall.

Jane had an air of sophistication about her and was very elegant. She was wearing a short black dress that hugged her curves and accentuated her tiny tits. She looked like a supermodel.

Jane was charming and friendly and had her eyes on Andy. Andy invited them to join us, and we made room for them at the small high-top table and had a few drinks together. Carl told us that he and Jane had been coming to the club for a few years.

“How often do you come here?” I asked.

“We usually come once a week, maybe twice a month, depending on our schedule,” Carl replied.

“What is the best part of coming here?” I asked.

“I don’t know…everything,” Jane answered, laughing. “I like being watched and seeing other people getting turned on,” she added.

“Yes, me too,” I agreed.

“So, you like being watched?” Carl asked.

“Yes, I do. It turns me on,” I replied.

“Have you done anything here? Like, play with another couple?” Carl asked.

“No. We’ve only been here once before, and we just watched,” I answered.

“We could have some fun if you’d like,” Carl suggested.

“Sure,” Andy quickly responded, gazing at Jane.

“What do you have in mind?” I asked.

“We could watch you, and then maybe, if you want, we could join you,” Carl said.

The truth was that while Carl was a nice guy, and Jane was sexy as hell, I had no interest in having sex with Carl. His appearance was pretty disgusting. He was sweating profusely just sitting at the table and already had too much to drink.

“Caron, is it okay if I dance with your husband?” Jane asked.

“Sure. Go ahead,” I answered. Jane and Andy got up and started dancing. Carl got up and excused himself, saying he had to “piss” and wanted to know if I needed anything from the bar. “No, thank you. I’m fine for now,” I said.

I sat and watched Jane and Andy dancing. They looked good, so sexy together. Andy had his hands on her hips and pulled her closer.

Andy leaned in and whispered something in her ear, and she smiled. I saw Andy’s hands move to Jane’s ass. He cupped her cheeks, and she smiled and leaned into him.

Carl was back, and I didn’t want to look like a creeper, watching my husband, so I turned and smiled at Carl. He smiled back, and I noticed a large wet patch on his shirt.

“You’re wet,” I said, trying not to sound too disgusted.

“Oh yeah. I’m a bit sweaty. Looks like my wife and your husband are hitting it off.” I was less than enthused about being alone at the table with Carl. I was afraid he would want to make out with me.

It was amusing to watch Andy dance. He was trying to move his hips in sync with Jane’s, but Andy had no sense of rhythm. Jane laughed, trying to instruct my husband on how to dance…truthfully, I felt ashamed for not dancing with my husband more and taking time to teach him. Another woman was having fun, teaching my husband to dirty dance.

It was funny, and I laughed, watching as Jane and Andy tried dirty dancing. They hugged, rubbed up close, doing the grinding, wiggling hips thing, and eventually, he kissed her neck, whispering in her ear.

I knew they were turned on. I could see the excitement on their faces, and how Jane moved her body told me she was into Andy. They danced for a while and finally returned to the table.

“How about another drink, babe?” Jane said, taking Carl by the hand and leading him to the bar, leaving Andy and me alone at the table.

“Jane wants us to join them in a playroom,” Andy whispered. “What do you think?”

“You mean swap partners for sex? Me and Carl — you and Jane?” I muttered, trying not to sound as horrified as I felt.

“Yeah, we could have some fun,” Andy replied.

“I don’t know. Carl isn’t my type, but I’d be okay watching you and Jane.”

“Oh… Well… Jane says that they only play as a couple. So that’s okay. I understand,” Andy said, forcing a smile and gazing around the room. “It’s a nice club,” he added, trying to change the topic but appearing disappointed.

“Yeah, it is,” I stammered. I realized that I was being unfair to Andy. He’s been so good to me, and let me fuck any guy I wanted without judgment or criticism. It wasn’t fair that he’s been so selfless and had an opportunity to fuck someone like Jane, and I wouldn’t take one for the team.

“Look, I’ll think about it. Let’s see what happens,” I said.

“Okay. Thanks. It would be fun, but I understand if you’re uncomfortable with Carl.”

“Jane is beautiful, isn’t she?” I asked.

“She is. But she’s not as beautiful as you.”

“That’s sweet, Andy,” I said, leaning in to kiss him as Jane and Carl returned to the table.

“Hey guys,” Carl spoke. Jane and I wondered if you two would like to get a playroom and do a little wife-swapping.”

Andy started to answer, but I quickly interjected, sounding unconvincing. “We’ve been talking about that. We think it would be a lot of fun. Let’s do it.”

“Great. I’m really excited. I can’t wait to fuck you, Andy,” Jane said, kissing my husband.

“You’re a lucky girl, Caron,” Jane said.

“I am,” I agreed.

Carl took my hand in his. His hand was slippery and sweaty as he led us through the club and to a playroom. Once inside, Carl locked the door and began to undress.

I turned away and softly exhaled with disgust as I unzipped my skirt. I didn’t want to look at Carl. His fat, saggy, pale, jiggling body was repulsive to me.

“You’re beautiful,” Andy whispered, standing with Jane, caressing her bare petite tits.