Oh my god — mummy and daddy were swingers - big time!
Emma’s mother’s diary reveals more secrets about her parents lifestyle, and boy does it spice up her lovelife!
Jake carried the box down from the attic and they spent another hour reading selected extracts from the diaries. The started off reading silently but soon were grabbing each other’s arms and saying “Wait, listen to this” then reading out a particularly juicy passage. Then Jake had an idea.
“You know what? We should check the most recent entries, there might be people there who haven’t heard and might even want to come to the funeral.”
”Good idea”, Emma agreed and picked up the last diary. “We’d better make some notes, in case the same names keep cropping up.” They went back over 5 years and had soon compiled a surprisingly long list of names. “My god”, said Emma, “They really were going for it!” They decided that if a couple appeared more than 3 times on the list then they were obviously a bit more than just casual encounters. That brought the number down to 6 couples, including the originals Art and Jane. Emma had an idea she had met them before and the thought of what they’d been doing made her blush, yet at the same time it strangely excited her.
Planning the funeral took most of Emma’s energies, and when a date had finally been set she was exhausted. Jake volunteered to contact the 6 couples to see if they’d heard the sad news, Emma was still too embarrassed by her parents behaviour to speak to these people. Jake phoned Art and Jane first. They hadn’t heard the news but admitted that they had been worried as they had not heard from Emma’s parents for several weeks. Jake said that he had some other names he wanted to contact and he wondered if they might know them, and could pass on the news and information about the funeral. When he went through the list Art confirmed he knew them all, he said there were a couple of others he would also tell. Jake thanked him profusely, having been saved a series of potentially embarrassing conversations!
That night, at bedtime, Emma was reading one of the diaries. She turned to Jake and said “Why do you think they did it?” Jake thought carefully before answering. “I guess they found it exciting, it added something extra to their marriage. Clearly they were devoted to one and other and they had a very strong, secure base to their relationship.” Emma looked into Jake’s eyes, “Do we have a strong base to our marriage?”, she enquired. “What?” Coughed Jake, “What do you mean? Of course we do. You know I’d do anything for you. What are you suggesting?” nothing”, Emma replied quickly, “Just wondering.” “Wondering what?”, pressed Jake. “Oh, I don’t know”, she coyly whispered, “I just wondered if the same might happen to us one day, it’s seems fairly common.”
“Are you saying you want to swing, Em? Is our marriage not exciting enough? Jake was becoming agitated. “No, I’m not saying that at all”, Emma hurriedly answered, “I’m just confused that my parents turned to it, it doesn’t fit with my perception of what their lives were like. I’m sorry to have mentioned it.” She reached out to Jake and pulled him to her. Her hand slipped down and grasped his cock. She guided his hand to her pussy. “God, you’re really turned on, aren’t you?” Jake’s fingers easily slipped inside her pussy, and his thumb began to rub her clitoris. She moaned into his ear, and started to bite his ear lobe. He was growing hard, she could feel the vein on the side of his cock throbbing. She pushed him back and her mouth sought out his cock. She ran her tongue over the tip, paying special attention to the opening where his cum juices would erupt from. He pulled her head towards him, forcing her to take him deeper into her mouth. She almost gagged but managed to get it all in. She clamped her lips onto his shaft and slowly withdrew her head so he slipped out of her mouth, groaning with pleasure as tremors ran through his cock.
She pushed him back onto the bed and straddled him. Grasping his cock in her hand she rubbed it against her soaking pussy and giving her clit a good massage. She wanted him inside her now. Her mind went back to that opening diary entry and she imagined herself sliding onto Art’s, or Roger’s cock. She moaned with pleasure as she felt Jake’s balls rubbing against her perineum. It took all her willpower not to come then, calling out another man’s name. She looked into Jake’s eyes and smiled. He smiled back at her and started to thrust upwards. She countered with her own hips and together they moved slowly but with a deep purpose. Without warning her orgasm blossomed, it felt like hot liquid running through her veins. She shuddered and gripped Jake’s cock as tightly as she could. She collapsed onto him, his rigid cock still buried deep inside her. He rolled her off him and turned her face down on the bed. Then he positioned himself behand her. He pulled her ass up to meet him and drove his cock into her still sopping pussy. Gripping her hips with his hands he began to thrust in and out, in and out. He seemed to be able to last for ages, she came twice before she felt his thrusting get more urgent, his breathing got louder, his cock was now ramming into her, pushing her forward with the force. And then he gave a loud cry and his juices burst free, so much of them that she soon felt them oozing out of her pussy and down her thighs. He gradually pulled out of her and crumpled into a heap beside her.
“Wow”, he said, “you were amazing. I love it when you start things off.” “I could tell”, Emma giggled, “That was pretty fucking exciting!” She didn’t mention the thought of it being someone else’s cock she was riding. She wrapped her arms around Jake and they soon fell asleep.
The day of the funeral arrived. After the cremation there was a wake with a cold buffet to be held back at Emma’s parents’ and soon to be her, house. Jake and Emma had bought in lots of ready-made sandwiches, rolls and cakes plus enough wine and beer to sink a battleship. They set off for the crematorium with mixed emotions, sadness of course underlying everything but Emma also was secretly excited. She expected to be meeting the people whose behaviour and physical characteristics she had been reading about in her mother’s diaries. The ceremony went smoothly, the humanist nature of it made more of a celebration of their lives as opposed to a memorial of their death. Emma was relieved when it was time for her and Jake to leave the chapel and get ready to meet the mourners — relieved, and yes, excited. The chapel had been pretty full, and the line of people waiting to shake hands and pass on their condolences seemed never ending.
Names and faces passed them in a blur, and it was only when a striking man in his early fifties, with an elegant blonde lady, proferred his hand to Emma and said “Hello Emma, I’m Art, this is my wife Helen. We were friends of your parents. We were shocked to hear the news. It’s such a sad loss, they were both so full of life.”
Jake’s head jerked round at the sound of their names. He shook both their hands, and studied their faces closely, they looked completely normal. Emma seemed slightly nervous shaking Art’s hand, Jake noticed it but didn’t think anything of it. The couple passed on without further hesitation and were replaced by more people whose names were on the list. They all appeared so normal, and surprisingly, thought Jake, their ages ranged from early thirties to late fifties.
Back at the wake, the time seemed to whizz by, Emma managed to keep her emotions in check chatting with a host of people she didn’t really know that well — the relations — and those she didn’t know at all! The majority of people stayed just a short while before melting into the gathering gloom and by the time it had got to 6 everyone seemed to have left, save that is for a tight group in the conservatory. The people on the list were still there. “Let us help you clear up”, said a stocky red faced man, who introduced himself as Stan and his wife as Ruth. “You must be knackered, it’s the least we can do.” “Thank you”, Emma said, “that’s very kind. Most of the stuff can be binned, we’ve got plenty of black bags under the sink.” He was quickly joined by one of the other men, Emma thought she heard say his name was Tony, but she couldn’t be sure. Jake was already collecting paper cups and napkins ready to bin them.
“Emma”, said the youngest of the women, “I’m Laura, why don’t you leave the men to it. Come and sit down here.” She indicated a space on the settee beside her. Emma felt bushed so she slumped down beside Laura. “Your parents were truly amazing people” Laura leant closer to Emma, “truly amazing!” “Thank you”, said Emma. “To be honest I’m finding out they weren’t the boring old farts I thought they were.” This brought a peal of laughter from the group. Laura touched Emma on the arm, “Oh, if only you knew the real story”, she whispered conspiratorially. Emma sat up straight, “Actually I think I do know the real story”, she saw the reaction in Laura’s face and how the others sat forward in their seats. “I’ve read her diaries”. “Oh my”, the man sitting opposite Emma piped up, “I think we’ve been rumbled!”
Laura laughed. “You’re right there Liam, it’s a fair cop. I think we’d better put our cards on the table.” She turned to face Emma and put her hands on Emma’s hands. “We’re the Club”, she said straight out. “We’re a group of people who meet up for some fun.” “I can guess the kind of fun you’re talking about”, said Emma quickly. “You are correct.” It was Stan who spoke, as he and Jake entered the room having finished bagging up the rubbish. He motioned to Jake, who had caught the last bit of the conversation and was looking a bit shocked, to take a seat. “Now is probably not the right time to tell you more, but we’ve lots to tell you, to fill in a bit about your parents’ lives as club members.”
Emma looked to Jake, he nodded. “No”, she said, “I’d rather know now, I’m not sure waiting will make a difference”. “Ok then”, said Laura. “As I said, we’re a club, a club of invited members who meet up in each others’ houses for evenings devoted to having fun — with each other. We have a number of rules.”
As I said membership is by invite only
It’s a joint membership for married couples only — no singles allowed.
The maximum number of members is 10 couples.
Everything that happens at the club is fully consensual, and I mean fully consensual. We’re all adults but each of us has limits we won’t exceed.
All activities at the club are confined to the party room. There is no sloping off for a private tete a tete! She giggled at this point.
Club nights are in fact evenings only. We impose a 1 am curfew and there is no sleeping over. Everyone goes to their own homes and their own beds to sleep!
If the behaviour of anyone of the club members exceeds what the others feel is acceptable then that couple are excluded. End of!
“Now I hope that gives you a better idea of the Club. Your parents have been members for almost 15 years. It was founded by Art and Helen and your parents were the 4th couple to be invited to join. People can leave the club whenever they want, our members relationships are paramount, the club is meant to be a bit of bonus fun. If it is felt that a couple’s relationship is suffering by being members of the club they will be asked to leave. There are now 9 couples since your parents have sadly left us, so there’s currently a space to be filled.”
“But hang on just a minute!” It was Stan who spoke, “We realise that this is not the time for any hasty decisions. It’s true that we’re looking for a new couple to join us, but there’s no rush. We think that you and Jake would bring a bit of youth, to liven us old fogies up, but totally understand if you’re not comfortable with the idea, or frankly think we’re just too old to party with. Take your time, think things over, talk about it. You’ve got Art and Helen’s number. Just give them a bell to let them know if you want to take things further.”
“OK, everybody”, said Art, “Time to give these young people the time and space they need.” The club members got to their feet and one by one embraced Emma and Jake before taking their leave.
After they’d gone Jake came back into the conservatory. “Oh my fucking god!” He exclaimed. “How weird was that?” “Weird!” Replied Emma, “weird indeed.” She had a far-away look on her face. Jake looked at her quizzically. “What are you thinking about Em?” He said cautiously, “You’re not considering it are you?” “I don’t know”, Emma said, “It feels pretty weird, scary even but I don’t know there’s something else, something I can’t put into words yet.” “Well remember”, Jake retorted, “It has to be fully consensual, both parties in the marriage! And I’m knackered so I’m going to bed.” He strode out of the room, leaving Emma with her thoughts. She had to admit, the idea of the club excited her. She and Jake had a great sex life, he was considerate, energetic, passionate, he satisfied her — but was there something else, was something missing? She was confused, clearly Jake didn’t share her feelings — yet.
When she slipped naked into bed, Jake had his back to her. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tight. “You can’t be seriously thinking about it Em”, he turned to face her. “I don’t know” she said, “but I can’t stop thinking about it and it’s making me really horny. Horny for you!” “Well”, said Jake, “that’s the first bit of good news I’ve heard this evening”. He cradled her face with his hands and kissed her, deeply and passionately. “Tell me”, he said, “right now, what’s your fantasy?” Emma was shocked, she looked into Jake’s eyes and said “You tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine.”
“Fair’s fair”, he said, “I’ve always wanted to have a threesome — me and two women — one of them you!” He added quickly. “Really”, Emma replied, drawing the syllables out, “I suppose that doesn’t really surprise me, isn’t that most men’s fantasy?” “No idea”, said Jake, “I just know it’s mine — now them Em, tell your deepest darkest fantasy.”
She bit her lip, and put a finger to her mouth, she knew she was teasing him. “Well”, she whispered, “I can tell you it is most definitely not being fucked by a massive cock, I mean that would just hurt.” She laughed and Jake wiped his brow in mock relief. “I would like to be blindfolded, tied up and then have someone make love to me. In silence, no conversation so I wouldn’t know who it was. That would be really exciting, god it’s making me wet just thinking about it!” “So”, teased Jake, the idea of someone else making love to you excites you then?” “Yes”, Em whispered, chewing her bottom lip, “but I’m not sure if I’d want to know who it was, maybe, maybe not. Right now though, I want you to make love to me.”
Jake pushed Emma onto her back and his mouth went straight to her pert breasts, her nipples were already hard. He buried his head in her cleavage and ran his tongue down towards her navel. He explored it, making her squirm under him. Then he slid lower down her body, until his mouth was at her sex. He kissed the tops of her thighs, and used his hands to push them apart. He nibbled her lips with his teeth, causing her hips to buck up to meet him. His tongue found her slit and he lapped at her juices which were already flowing copiously. He pushed his tongue inside her, she moaned in response and grasped his head with her hands and pushed him to her. Her clitoris was growing, his tongue flicked it slowly at first then harder and faster until she gasped in ecstacy and pulled his head up. He knew he only had to wait a few seconds for her to relax before he could continue. This time he lashed her clit until she shuddered into a massive climax. “Fuck me Jake”, she moaned, “Now, I want you to come inside me!” Jake was already rock hard and his engorged cock slid inside her pussy, all the way. She could feel his balls slapping against her. She could tell from the noises he was making that he wouldn’t last long. “Yes”, she said into his ear, “Yes, come for Jake, fill me up, I want your cum now.” Jake’s body went rigid and he pushed his cock as deep inside her as he could, he gave a long low groan and she felt his cock pulse, one, twice, up to five times, as his shot his juices into her. She clasped him to her and kissed his face. “Thank you”, she said. “That was exactly what I needed!”
“Ok”, said Jake as he caught his breath. “That was amazing, I think I like the idea of you fantasising, it seems to work for both of us.” Doesn’t it just, thought Emma, perhaps there was a way of convincing Jake about the Club after all.
Following that strange yet satisfying evening Emma and Jake talked about the idea of the Club and of playing out their fantasies in a “controlled” environment. Over the next week Jake started to warm to the idea. As he said “It’s not about the public nature of it, I’m confident enough in my body, and the idea of it is really starting to excite me. Basically, it’s the fear that you might start to feel unsatisfied with our marriage afterwards.” “I understand that, totally”, Emma chose her words carefully, “but it feels like we’ve started down the road to something and I think we should at least explore it, we can always pull out. They said it’s completely consensual — we both have to agree, to feel comfortable.”
Finally, Jake seemed to come to a realisation that if they didn’t try it, it could actually make things worse, Em might hold that against him and that could drive a wedge between them. “Ok”, he said slowly, “Let’s give it a go. Do you want to call Art, or shall I?” “You do it.” Emma gave Jake a big hug. “Thank you”, she said, “I can see that you feel you’re taking a risk. But honestly, I don’t think you are. I know we’ll be fine.”
Art was delighted when Jake phoned. “Jake, man it’s good to hear from you. How’ the delightful Emma, is she past the worst now?” “Yes, she’s fine, thanks Art, she’s doing well. I wanted to talk to you about the Club.” “Sure”, said Art, “how can I help? What do you need to know?” “Well”, Jake continued, “I wanted to understand how things get started, how does the Club actually work? Who acts as the arbiter of what is acceptable and what isn’t? “ “I get it”, Art said, “I totally get it. This is a big step for you, probably more than it is for Emma. I can see she’s desperate to understand more about her parents lives. It’s natural. I’ve seen couples go through the same excitement/uncertainty/fear phase. It’ll be fine, I promise. Your first time will be with our younger members, we don’t want any age issues to begin with. We recommend that you meet them in a completely public, safe pace, like a café. You can ask them any questions you like. You can set out any limitations you want, safe words, what you are happy doing and what you don’t want to do. That way you can remove as much uncertainty as possible. And if you don’t get on with the couple — they’re lovely, they’re called Peter and Alice — you can step back, there and then.
Check back to find out what happens next. It’s worth it, believe me.
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