Our Open Marriage: Part 13

A Halloween Treat proves to be a Bag Full of “Firsts”

When I first wrote down the events of that night I opened with: "Although the events related here happened only last night, it already seems like a dream, a wild sexy dream."

Now over 20 years later I can say it was the wildest party we ever attended bar none. Of course we had no idea that would be the case back then.

Like all the narratives in the Our Open Marriage series, I wrote this us soon after the events and this is not fiction, but exactly what happened.

At the beginning of September of 2000, I talked to Paula about going to the Halloween party at a swing club in Atlanta (about 2 hours from home). I found their web site and it looked like it was similar to Topside in Indy, so I emailed the manager. They were indeed familiar with Topside and said their club was much the same. So after Paula and I talked, we set plans to attend the Halloween party at Velvet Haven.

We decided to go as a couple from the Greek golden age. I was to go as a Greek Hoplite and she as a goddess. For a month we planned and worked with a friend who agreed to sew for us. And even still, our costumes were not really finished until we loaded into the car to leave for Atlanta at 7:00 PM on the Saturday before Halloween.

This was Paula's outfit that night, but this photo was taken several years later.

Paula’s outfit was a semi-sheer white Ionic chiton (a traditional Greek dress) with a purple wool wrap, and she looked like a Greek goddess. I wore armor and carried a 7’ spear. I must say we looked great!

It was about 9:30 PM when we finally found the club. It was in a light industrial complex just north of downtown. I was immediately surprised at how many cars were there, more than I ever saw at Topside. We entered the foyer and filled out the membership information. As we filled out the form, one of the managers walked by us, she was a tall attractive woman in her 30’s and as she walked by the lights it was plain she wore nothing under her sheer lace mini-dress. That was our first hint of what was to come.

The first thing we noticed when we went in was the size of the crowd. It was wall to wall people, so we scooted around to see what this place had to offer. The center of the club was one large room of approximately 1500 -2000 sq. feet. In this room was a dance floor, a stage, a bar (which served only juice and soft drinks) and numerous chairs, couches and coffee tables. All very much like any other midsized dance club. Overlooking the main room was a second floor which was clearly marked as being for couples only. The second floor consisted of three parts: a 10’ deep balcony which over looked the main club room for the full depth of the club, a large “playroom” which held about a dozen king sized mattresses in a “U” shape. At the door of the playroom was a sign which stated that this was not a voyeur room and everyone in the room must be participating and completely nude. The final room upstairs was the DJ booth.

Downstairs, we found four small bedrooms, a massage room, an S&M room, a locker room and a Voyeur room with large one way mirrors so people outside the room could see in, but people inside could not see out.

In all the web site said the

club had over 6,000 sq. feet of space and every foot was being used.

Although the club was full, no one was dancing and it seemed rather dead and stayed that way until about 10:30. We took a seat in the balcony area, and began to look at people and costumes. The clientele was younger and better looking than at Topside. There were a fairly even distribution of people from the early 20’s to the late forties, with a median age of perhaps 30 years old.

Sheer lace was definitely “in”. In our initial walk around the club I guess we passed a dozen or more women with sheer lace tops or dresses as part of their costumes, and bras were non-existent, I think Paula had the only one in the club. The first couple we talked with was about our age, and both moderately attractive. Her “costume” was simply a black teddy. They were regulars and told us how this was one of the busiest nights of the year at the club. He was just wearing street clothes and her outfit left some to the imagination, but between the thong bottoms, the open tips in the cups there wasn’t much she didn’t show (and later we saw the rest exposed).

We were sitting near the stairs and looked at all the outfits as they came up. Without a doubt the most shocking outfit in the early evening was “Lady Godiva” - she only wore a long wig which she evidently had pasted to her breasts, and a small purse that hung strategically over her crotch.

For the first hour or so it was rather uneventful, no one danced much nor did much more than stand around and talk.

About 10:30 or 11:00 the place began to heat up.

Paula and I went down to the bar to get cokes and a bite to eat. People had begun to dance and the place was becoming more crowded than before. When we returned to the balcony the first thing we saw was a man and woman standing talking to several people. Not unusual except he had her shirt open and he was kneading her “C” cup breasts with both hands as casually as he might be running his fingers through her hair. Ten feet down the balcony on a black leather couch a good looking young woman wearing one of those lace mini-dresses reclined with her dress pushed up to her stomach, as her boyfriend rubbed her bare vulva. All of this with no one paying a lot of attention. That was one of the interesting things, no matter what was going on, there were no spectators. The nudity and sex were just background rather than the main event.

After a little while we did join the people on the dance floor. It was very crowded. Down on the floor the dancers took “Dirty Dancing” to a new level. The groping was not covert at all. I saw both men and woman rubbing the breasts of the young ladies on the dance floor. Not far from me a guy had lifted his girl’s shirt up and her large silicon enhanced breasts were bouncing freely. Finally it got just too crowded and so we went back up stairs.

The couple on the couch was still there, now however she was lying on her back with her eyes closed and he was eating her out with relish. She was quite pretty and couldn’t have been over 21 (if that old). Paula and I walked by and went to the end of the balcony, which over looked the back of the main room away from the dance floor and stage. We began to talk to several couples our age. Nearly everyone we met commented on our costumes, and this would often lead to conversations. By this Time it was after 11:00 the club was filled to capacity and the costumes were great. We looked over the crowd and here are some of the best costumes.

• · A woman in a tiny dominatrix outfit led her man by a leash.

• · A woman had a chrome bra and thong ensemble and looked like a super sexy Valkyrie

• · A man wore a bum’s mask and trench coat (of course with nothing on underneath)

• · Two different women had on matching “Tux Teddies” consisting of a bodice that looked like an abbreviated tuxedo and black thong panties with white buttons. One woman was pretty and one was gorgeous

• · Several women had school girl outfits with plaid mini-skirts and bobby sox. By the Time the night was over it was clear none wore bras or panties.

• · There were several belly dancers - the best wore a bra-top of fine gold wire and pearls - It looked genuine to me - upon talking to her I found out she had bought it in Morocco. It was strange to be just talking to a woman who’s tits were in plain view.

• · Another woman had a similar wire mesh top but it was not as nice and was more like a bustier

• · There were several Greek/Roman men, but Paula was the only Greek/Roman woman

• · A woman had a wonderful spider web sheath dress (which hid nothing)

• · A couple were dressed as cave people

• · Many women simply were lingerie as their costume

• And finally there was Eve - she had daisies in her long straight hair, an snake around her neck, an apple in her hand and a leaf covering her vulva - but nothing else on the whole evening - and to top it off she was young and pretty. I think her small breast enhanced the effect.

After some Time of looking over the railing at the couples I turned to see the guy still eating his girlfriend (It had been at least 30 minutes). Now however, in the overstuffed chair next to them, was a woman kneeling on the floor between a guy’s spread legs, sucking him for all she was worth. It took me a little by surprise; both the public blow job and the fact that guy was still eating his girl after all that time. I turned to the couple next to me and commented that I couldn’t believe he was still eating her. It wasn’t long before his tongue finally gave out and he sat up to rest, her legs still spayed and her cunt bare. The couple in the chair were the first on the balcony to move to fucking, he just sat where he was and she climbed on the chair, put one foot on each side of he, lifted her skirt to her waist, lowered herself down onto his stiff organ and began to slowly grind. The guy on the couch must have gotten the idea and moved to the floor in front of the couch, slid his girl’s legs to the front, and pushed his manhood into her.

Now both couples were fucking not ten feet from where we stood. Although I wanted to just watch I knew it was not the etiquette of the day so I just acted as if nothing unusual was going on and went back to watching the dancers. At one point I walked to the end of the balcony and stepped into the short hall that led to the play room. Inside were now 5 couples. Of course as the rule stated all were completely nude as they made love. It was a rather strange sight. First, because they were all nude (i.e. no lingerie or other adornments) the bodies all sort of melted together, it was hard even at first glance to tell the women from the men. The other strange thing was that there seemed to be no movement at all, it was like 5 pieces of flesh colored abstract sculpture. It was more artistic than sexy to look at the 5 sets of entwined bodies making love.

I came back to Paula and snuggled up as she leaned over the railing. The two couples were still fucking. I kissed her neck and soon were deeply French kissing. I very much wanted to do her right there but she stopped me as I began to lift her dress. I looked down and my erect penis had lifted up the hem of my flimsy tunic. The leather flaps of my armor opened up to make my situation very obvious. I pointed it out to Paula and we both got a laugh.

Later we went back to the dance floor and once again lots of groping. The thing I remembered about that time on the floor was sitting at the corner of the stage was a couple in their mid to late twenties. I frankly don’t remember what he was wearing, but she was in a beautiful white lace bra, thong and garter set. She sat in front of him as they necked. He was rubbing her breasts over the bra, as she masturbated. Once again I did not notice anyone staring at this amazing sight. After some time she went through the motions of an orgasm, I have no idea if it was real or faked, but it looked good.

When we finally returned to the balcony we found no less than four couples having sex in the couch and chairs along the wall, with people squeezing by to get between the people standing at the rail and the people having sex. Two gals were on their knees giving head and two were bouncing up and down on their guy’s rod. We squeezed by them to the end of the balcony only to find a fifth couple- this being a woman of about our age bent over the balcony with her skirt up and her guy pounding her from behind.

By this time it was after midnight, everyone was clearly loosened up.

We began laughing and talking to the same group of couples we had met earlier. At some point in talking about costumes I mentioned that earlier I had found out why men stopped wearing skirts as I described what had happened with my erection lifting my “skirt”. They all laughed and one wife (wearing a gypsy outfit with her nipples exposed) reached over and grabbed my crotch, then her friend did the same. Of course I stirred in my little thong under my skirt and quipped “Yea, you got my attention, but it will take more attention than that to lift my skirt. After a few seconds pause, her blond friend woman slid over next to me and put her hand under my skirt. She looked me in the eyes as she slowly massaged the pouch of my thong. Not surprisingly soon she was no longer massaging my soft flesh, but tracing my stiffening penis. I whispered that she might find it better inside the fabric and she wasted no time in reaching inside for my shaft, which she pulled out from my skirt and softly caressed.

All this Time Paula was sitting in a chair just to my right. I looked at her and she smiled. I slipped my thong to my feet and looked back at my new friend. She moved her face toward me and we began to explore one another’s mouth with our tongues. It was quite an experience for me as I had not kissed any woman like that (except Paula) since I was 21 years old. We kissed hard and deep as she continued to play with me. At some point I untied the neck of her halter and the front fell. Soon I was playing with her breasts as we continued. I could hear comments about Caesar’s spear being polished as people would pass by us. By this time I knew she was game for anything. I pulled my mouth from hers and began suckling her breasts. They were large and soft with small nipples, very different from Paula’s. As I sucked her I reached down to her leather mini-skirt and, not surprisingly, did not find panties. I rubbed her ass then moved my fingers around to find a vulva as smooth and hairless as her rear. I fingered her clit and she let go of my penis for the first Time in a good 25 minutes and turned around and began pushing her buttocks into my hard cock. She leaned forward and it was obvious she was trying to get me inside her. I whispered in her ear I’d better not do that as I would cum and I was saving that for my wife. She nodded OK, turned around and pushed me down into the chair next to Paula and quickly began pleasuring me with her mouth. She sucked hard and deep and I was in bliss. Paula and I held hands as this perfect stranger gave me a blow job. Paula and the woman’s husband chatted off and on the whole time this went on.

More comments by passersby about Caesar and his sword or spear came as many people passed by us. There comments made me feel very “IN”

Sometime during my blow-job the costume contest began. I was by this time ready to disengage from our little play time. I leaned over and said “If you don’t quit now you’ll get a mouth full.” She looked up and smiled, took a long lick of my shaft then deep throated me. She obviously wanted to taste my cum, but I was determined to give that to Paula, and if I did not do something I was going to cum soon, so I had to act. I pushed her back and said it was my turn. Now she was in the chair and I was on the floor pushing my tongue into her very wet cunt. I did my best, but the position was not ideal. I do believe I ate her to at least one orgasm and maybe two before I gave up.

We stood up and kissed deeply one last time then put our costumes back together and watched the contest.

The contest was nearly over and there was a dance competition to determine the sexiest, which predictably became a stripping game. People were packed against the railing so I did not get a good view - As if there was any shortage of interesting things to see. Eve won the overall best costume award.

Maybe the strangest thing of all was that after we had oral sex in front of everyone, she and I just went on as if nothing had happened. When the contest was over we continued to talk with the same group of people. The only thing different is that I was now in the “touching group” and in less than ten minutes I was talking to the woman in the gypsy outfit as I played with her bare nipples and rubbed my hard-on between her bun cheeks. Shortly after that I met Amy, and was soon rubbing her all over as we talked.

It would take way too long to talk about all the nudity (some of the contestants never did put their tops back on) or couples who had sex in the main room or on the balcony, but I will digress to mention two that stood out.

We were talking with our new friends when a chair opened up near us An attractive woman in a brief vampire costume sat down, her date wore a great skeleton outfit, what stood out were the bony hands rubbing her crotch. Well I could not help but comment on this and her response was to smile and say “Ribbed for pleasure”. Taking her cue he slipped the bony finger inside her panties. We let them alone as he played with her and then for a few minutes put his scull mask into her crotch. Soon after they got up to go down stairs and I commented it was ashamed the mask did not afford good contact. Where upon she answered again by saying “Oh yea, the mouth opens up” and she grabbed the lower jaw of the mask and demonstrated. We all laughed. About an hour later they returned to the balcony w/o his mask and gloves. Soon they were at in earnest, sucking and fucking their hearts out there on the balcony.

Another memorable couple who decided the stage was the best place to screw - I guess they wanted to make sure everybody saw. They danced together for a little while and then she led him to a chair that sat in the center rear of the stage area. There she pulled his pants to his ankles and began licking his noticeably large penis. When she (like so many women that night) lifted her miniskirt and lowered herself onto her guy’s penis - the real difference was that she was up on stage so all the people on the dance floor were on eye level with her spread thighs being filled with his large organ. She showed impressive stamina by using her thigh muscles to bounce up and down for 10 minutes without stopping. Not content with that level of exposure, she turned around and faced the as she guided him back into her as she sat in his lap - so that his spearing her was even more pronounced to anyone on floor level. At some point she removed her top and then they uncoupled and walked up the stairs with is penis wagging and her tits swaying. They went to the play room which by this time was filled.

For the better part of the evening we had been talking to a group of three couples, I have already mentioned two of the wives. The third was by and away the most interesting. Her name was Amy. She was a tall woman - I would guess 5'10" if she were in her bare feet, shapely and well proportioned. I guess she was right at 30 years old and very pretty. After the contests were over we talked as we stood at the rail of the balcony. She said she and her husband have come to the club several times before. As we talked I made a few comments about Paula and asked if she had met her. To my surprise she said "Oh, I would like to meet her." And without another word she sat next to Paula and they began to talk. A little surprised I stayed at the balcony until it was obvious she was not coming back any time soon. So I took a walk around the club - when Paula gets talking I might as well find something else to do. As I walked around the main floor I noticed two things. One was that the crowd was thinning (still full but not as packed), I also could not help but notice that the women were even more scantily clad than before. I guess I passed by nearly a dozen (mostly young) women who were now topless. I passed one woman giving head, another in what seemed to be the normal position of the club: the woman with her skirt hiked up grinding on the guy as he sat on a chair or couch with his pants open. I did stop for a moment in front of the massage room - it is an open room where people had been getting nude massages all night, but as I approached I could hear sounds of sex. When I looked in a nude woman was lying across the massage table, the masseuse was ramming her from behind as she gave a blow job to a second guy (I assume her date), what I noticed most was she was loud. I'm not sure how she made so much noise with her mouth full.

The evening wore on and we met new people and danced and I talked several times to Amy, each time she pulled me a little closer. Paula had told her how she was bisexual but wouldn't have sex with anyone but Dianne and me. I told her how Dianne was very jealous and how Paula's sexual behavior is now under Dianne's control. Paula would be willing to have sex with other people but only if Dianne (not her husband) was there. This was the first time I had told anyone about my concerns that the relationship between Paula and Dianne and turned toxic. Later I realized that by this time, Dianne had already begun thinking of their relationship as the primary one in both of their lives and the good of the two marriages was not of interest to her. Though at that Halloween party, I did not realize it would get worse before this situation was resolved.

Amy said she loves sex, especially with women, but has always been fearful of such a problem. It is for that reason she likes the swing club, she can have sex with people without risk of someone wanting to control her. It was now 2:45 (but with the time shift from daylight saving it was only 1:45) and Paula who had been talking to other people came by to say she was tired and asked if could we go soon. She then whispered in my ear "If you want to fuck Amy we can wait. I told her earlier I don't care if you two have sex". When Paula had left I told Amy that my wife was getting tired and if I wanted to do something I'd better do it now. By this time we were holding each other pretty tight, and my hands were resting on her rear. We began to talk in euphemistic terms about us having sex when one of the other couples came up and whispered something in her ear. She didn't tell me what he said but I guessed it was now or never.

So I said " would you like to find someplace to go together."

She gave me a painful smile and said "I'd really like to, but I'd promised this couple my husband and I would go with them. "

I said as cheerfully as I could "Oh great, have a good time"

She smiled and said "Tell you what, if nothing works out I'll be back in a little while and we'll get together then."

I went down stairs and found Paula talking to a couple in a sitting room. She was on the couch with the couple so I sat across from them. I couldn't help looking up the woman's mini-dress to see her pantyless crotch as she talked. They both obviously wanted to lay Paula. Amy had told me that she had quite a few females wanting to bed her tonight. When Paula asked about leaving I told her what Amy had said so she agreed to stay. Amy never showed up. I was very disappointed. We finally got ready to go and I decided to step into the play room to tell Amy good bye. I looked in and found all three of the couples we had been with through the evening. Amy had her face buried in the crotch of one of the women. I left the room for a little while then returned to try one last time. She was now just casually sucking her tits. She looked up as I approached. "Your still here?" she said with a smile and sat up, In the nude she was very sexy.

"Yes, I was just going to say good night."

"Sorry you can’t stay" she said still smiling.

"Well Paula said we could stay a little longer"

"Then why don't you join" she said patting the king sized mattress.

I whisked downstairs to tell Paula she's invited me to join. Next thing I found myself in the room of nude people, undressing in the mists of a genuine orgy. I’d imagined such a thing since I was 14 years old, and now it was upon me.

As I followed the beds lining the walls with my eyes this is what I saw starting at the bed nearest the door:

• A couple in their 30's fucking slowly, missionary position

• An interracial couple fucking hard, doggie style

• A large woman being eaten out buy a large man

• In the far right corner , two couples all tangled up together, no visible movement

• A couple in the missionary position

• In the far left corner, a threesome

• An empty bed

• A woman in her 40's being eaten in the bed next to my friends

• The bed with my friends now had one woman resting on her back at her bed's foot as Amy's husband rubbed her nude body. The woman who had on a gypsy outfit (which was now at my feet) was also lying on her back, being finger fucked by the husband of the woman at the foot of the bed. Amy waited at the head of the bed for me, the gypsy woman's husband at her right.

Amy and I made some small talk as we touched each other.

What do you say to a nude woman in the mists of an orgy?

Finally I just asked "What would you like me to do?"

Her answer I am sure I will never forget "Well, I haven't been fucked yet." She smiled and thought for a moment, then said in a perky voice "How about I'll suck you while he fucks me and then we will switch.?"

Without waiting f

or my answer she looked at him and got on her hands and knees. I leaned back as she wrapped her hands around my penis. The touch was electric as she kissed the head of my swelling organ. She sucked hard and deep. I leaned further back as her lips nestled in my pubic hair with all of me in her mouth. For some time I watched her lips caress and her breasts swing as the Gypsy's husband stroked in and out of her cunt. My attention was taken when the Gypsy was mounted the husband of the woman who had given me a blow job earlier. He lifted her legs and not two feet from my eyes I saw his long pointed cock push open her labial lips and drive in until all I could see were his hairy balls swinging side to side as he stroked . Her husband looked intently as this man filled his wife.

I started to lay my head down, but it landed on flesh, the leg of the woman behind me who was still being eaten, so I leaned on my elbow and looked around as Amy pleasured me. Keeping my focus elsewhere help control my excitement. It seemed so unreal as I looked around the room at all the people making love. I guess it was simply sensory overload because I looked but really couldn't focus on anything, except that if I didn't tell Amy to slow down I'd never make it to fucking.

I lifted her head and told her I needed a break before I came.

"Don't do that" she said as she looked over at the couple next to us and to her husband beyond that. Gypsy was now being pounded so hard that we were bouncing up and down and Gypsy's husband was doing Amy from behind as he and his wife gazed into one another's eyes while fucking different people.

After a brief rest Amy went down on me again for a few more minutes until Gypsy's husband quit. She sat up and said "I hate to ask, but do you have a condom? "

"I'm afraid my costume has no pockets, but there should be some around here" I answered.

She looked beyond the couple still fucking franticly and asked her husband did he have one, then crawled off the bed and came back with a lubricated condom in her fingers. She once again gave me her killer smile and then asked "do you know how to do this?"

"It's been a long time since I used one, but I think I can figure it out." I answered giving her my best smile in return.

Now my penis was very slick from her salvia and after several minutes of unsuccessfully trying to put on the condom, it deflated.

With a few kind words to make me feel better, she went down on me once again - poor me. As she gave me my second blowjob, something happened that would have a significant effect on me, thought at the time I just thought it was a curious happening.

The Gypsy woman and her partner decided to take a rest for a few minutes. And they both stretched out across the king sized bed we all occupied. As it happened, as the man stretched out his pelvis was opposite my head. I looked over as I enjoyed what Amy was doing, and not a foot from my face was the man’s erect penis pointing right at me. I was quite surprised by the strong urge to lean across the short space and take the penis in my mouth, just as mine was in Amy’s. I had never before that moment imagined sucking off another man. As a teenager when I would suck my makeshift dildo while I masturbated, I had imagined it being my penis I was sucking. But, now, it was clearly another man that I desired to put in my mouth while I was enjoying sexual pleasure. It seemed the natural and normal thing to do. Only the memory of Topside’s explicit rule against male-male sexual contact prevented me from wrapping my lips around that cock. I did not want to ruin this amazing night by being tossed out of the club. So I resisted; however, after that moment, my sexual horizons would never be the same.

Once Amy was satisfied that my penis was fully stiffened she put on the condom. I suggested we start in the missionary position. She lay down with her legs on each side of me. Here I was at the moment of truth - at 38 years of age I was about to have the first extra-marital intercourse of my life. Which is amazing because the average 16 year old has done this.

I looked down at her swollen vulva, leaned down and pointed my latex sheathed penis toward its fleshy interior. I slid in without the slightest resistance. I then remembered why I hated condoms - it was so hard to feel anything inside her. I lay down completely on top of her and began the sexual dance on her hips. Her body was soft and yielded to my caress. Our lips met. She wrapped her legs completely around me, her heels dug into the small of my back as I pushed deeper into her body.

I lifted up on my hands putting even more pressure on her clit as made circles with my hips. She began to groan with pleasure as we moved in synch. I look to my right and the other five were relaxing, gently playing with one another as they watched Amy and I. It was then I realized I made a mistake. I should have cum in the blonde mouth earlier, for now the pent up arousal was just too great. I would not be able to do her doggie while she sucked Gypsy's husband, I was going to cum and there was no stopping it. I began to pound her hard and soon the little latex glove was filled with semen, and I kept pumping. I kept it up for so long she probably thought I hadn't cum, but eventually I had to quit. I sat up on my knees. I came out of her but the used condom remained in her.

With a great deal of embarrassment I pulled it out of her and held it up as she was beginning to move to her knees. I think she sensed my feelings and talked very kindly to me. She did ask if I had a vasectomy (as some of the semen may of gotten into her) and them the guys traded vasectomy stories. We sat around talking for a while, but knowing Paula was waiting I told them I must leave because my wife really wants to go home.

SO I dressed and left this fantasy world for home.

We looked up the club the next year but it had shut down.

The night had been full of firsts. In many ways it was the foreshadowing of our future, mostly good things, but there were also dark clouds on the horizon.