Time for a Change
After several years making regular visits to our favourite swingers club in Manchester, Liz and I had built up a select group of regulars who understood the things that turn us both on.
The people we knew were great and we would often play together, but the stream of new single men seemed to be drying up. One of the single guys said it was due to a change of ownership and the new boss wanting more couples-only action. This was driving the single guys away. Prices had also gone up for single guys, which was another restriction many weren’t putting up with.
We would find ourselves struggling to find any real action at all. We both had a taste for the gangbangs now and, while the odd guy on his own could be fun, it was hard for even the biggest of cocks to measure up.
It was on one of our last trips to Manchester that we bumped into a new acquaintance who sent us in a different direction.
It was about halfway through the evening on this particular session. Liz had done a bit of fooling around with random guys, but it wasn’t anything to go wild about.
We went for a wander around the club and decided to have a couple of minutes in the sauna. For those who have been in a proper sauna, you will know that it isn’t somewhere you spend too long. We were just about to leave for a cool down when a promising candidate came and joined us.
Liz decided to shed all clothing, giving him a beaming smile and leaving him in no doubt that she was available to him. He smiled and introduced himself as Wayne.
Once the introductions were over, we really were overheating.
“Fancy a shower to cool off, Liz? Wayne asked. Liz threw her crumpled outfit to me and kicked off her stiletto heels.
“Sounds like a great idea.” she replied.
The showers were just opposite the sauna and Liz and Wayne were straight in there. He had one of the biggest, fattest flaccid cocks I had ever seen, and trust me, I’ve seen quite a few!
They wasted no time soaping each other up and I watched in awe as Wayne’s cock started to respond. By the time he was fully erect it was a sight to behold. As they rinsed off and dried, Wayne asked,
“Do you want to find a room?”
Liz leaned forward, giving his big cock a kiss and said,
“You can take me anywhere you want.”
I love it when my wife couples with another guy and I become the spare part. Wayne is a nice guy and he was mindful of this. I reassured him that I was enjoying everything as much as either of them and he seemed to relax a bit more.
Liz led Wayne, by the cock, to a downstairs playroom with a viewing window. The room had a double bed, which was wall-to-wall, with just standing room at the foot of the bed. Wayne was going to lock us all in, but I decided to stand outside and watch through the window.
Wayne was a considerate lover and, despite having such a big cock, he spent a long time working on Liz with his hands and tongue. I saw her cum a couple of times before he even tried to enter her.
By this time the two of them had drawn an audience and I found myself being gradually edged away from the viewing window. Several guys had their cocks out and they were wanking themselves off at the sight of my wife taking Wayne’s big cock.
Liz told me later, she was a bit scared when she saw his full length and felt how hard he got. She said that with him taking lots of time to get her ready and being gentle on entry, she took his whole length without much effort. Not much hope for my little member, I thought.
The two of them built up quite a good rhythm. Wayne was clearly an experienced lover. He had a big cock, but he wasn’t trying to split Liz in two, he really was doing his best to pleasure her.
Something else, which I had never really considered, was colour contrast. Wayne was of African or West Indian descent (I haven’t asked him, so I don’t know). The difference in colour meant that even from a bit of a distance, I could see every thrust. I watched as he withdrew his cock. It seemed to go on forever. Then he would slowly push it back in. I could see light reflecting off their combined juices.
One of the guys outside the room started to cum in his hand and he moved aside. I tried to get closer again, but as quickly as he stepped away, the swelling audience filled in the gaps. I couldn’t get near to even watch my own wife fucking another man. My little cock was standing to humiliated attention and I took the opportunity to wank myself to climax, like the other guy had done.
Once I’d cleaned myself off, I decided to leave Liz, Wayne and their audience to it. I made my way upstairs and had a couple of games of Pool with some of the regulars. After about thirty more minutes, Wayne and Liz emerged, clearly glowing after a really good session.
We had a couple of games of Pool together and Wayne told us about another club that he was switching to. Apparently it had a bmfc night (Black Man’s Fan Club) once a month, which he always tried to attend. We had never heard of this type of event before, but it did sound like an opportunity for lots of single men to pleasure Liz.
When we got home, I was all over the Internet, researching the club and the bmfc nights Wayne had told us about.
The club was in Chorley, near a railway line. I guessed whoever had set this club up had thought of everything they could to make it easy for their regulars to attend.
The bmfc had a website, which publicised up-coming events. In order to attend you had to either be a member of the club, or a registered member of the bmfc. We could register as bmfc members online, so that’s the option we went for.
Getting ready for that night was awesome. Liz and I had great sex in the lead-up to the event. I could never make her cum with my tiny cock, but I licked her to lots of orgasms, as we talked about what might come to pass.
Liz also teased me mercilessly about the big cocks she was going to enjoy. Sometimes she would make me put on one of my body stockings, while she wanked me off, reminding me that the bmfc real men wouldn’t be humiliating themselves like that. She really knows how to push my buttons and I would regularly spit my pathetic bit of cum on her beautifully manicured hands.
Liz had now taken control of my stocking wearing. She had even been online and bought more embarrassing outfits for me to wear, like a maid’s outfit and a sexy, white pvc nurse uniform with matching pvc gloves. She kept the outfits in a locked cabinet, so that I had to ask for them, or wait to be told to put one on. This somehow heightened the eroticism. I loved not being in control of events and Liz knew it.
When the night came, we had our usual afternoon of retail therapy then headed for the hotel. It was a short drive to the club, but we both wanted to drink, so I ordered a taxi.
In Manchester, the taxi drivers were really relaxed and chatty. They would ask questions about what went on in the club, or say that they had been a few times. It was very different in Chorley. The driver positively recoiled when I said where we wanted to go. The drive over there was silent and tense, but strangely erotic to someone who finds sexual fun in being embarrassed. Liz could tell I liked the feeling and she discreetly rubbed my cock through my trousers until I had a little hard on.
When we got there, the cabby took his money and drove off as quickly as possible. We were left in an empty street with a car park and railway track behind us and old, brick built industrial buildings in front of us. There was no real signage to see, so we followed the loud music to a large white door. I opened the door and we stepped into a sort of empty reception room with another door at the other end. This door was locked and it had a camera above it. I pressed a buzzer to the side of the door and heard the clunk as the door was remotely unlocked.
We stepped inside and Liz led the way up a short flight of stairs to a reception area. We were warmly greeted and asked for our names, to check off on the guest list. We paid our fees and we were shown into the club by a charming lady wearing a see through mini dress.
She asked us if we had been before and when we said no, she gave us a tour of the club and went through some of the rules. The main rules were, dress down after 10pm, no means no or you will be out on your ear, and fuck anyone with their consent, anywhere in the club. I was listening, but I was being slightly distracted. Her perky nipples were hardening with the rubbing they were getting from the fabric of her outfit. She saw me looking and smiled.
“You were listening to those rules, weren’t you, Dave? she joked.
I laughed and assured her I was hanging on her every word.
I was already getting excited from the tour we’d been given. The place wasn’t just crammed with single guys, it was crammed with buff single guys and a much smaller proportion of women than we were used to. This place really was set up for us.
We decided to start our night with a drink at the bar. We had been given a locker key on entry to the club for stashing clothes and bags at dress-down time and this number was used for totting up the drinks bill at the bar. I gave our number and left £40 with him, to pay for some drinks in advance.
When I had finished arranging the bar bill, I looked around to see Liz chatting to a handsome black man. His name was Patrick and he was a real gent. It’s easy talking about sex in a swingers club, so Patrick straight out asked us what we liked. It was an open question to both of us, but he was clearly enjoying looking at Liz rather than me.
I explained that I liked it when other men took my wife away from me, with her consent of course, and they would do whatever they wanted to do.
At this, Patrick said to Liz,
“Shall we go and sit on the comfy seats over there, Liz?”
He pointed to a group of settees that were already pretty full. Liz nodded her agreement and off they went. I just followed on like a lost puppy, enjoying the feelings of humiliation that were already welling up inside.
The main room was quite big. There was a bar, a dance floor with a pole, a Pool table and a large lounge area, where Liz and Patrick were headed.
When they got there, they sat close together, chatting each other up. There was no room for me to sit with them. All I could do was stand next to them, unable to hear them. My throat was dry and I felt waves of pleasurable tormented humiliation running around my body.
Liz turned to me briefly,
“Patrick wants another drink and I told him you would pay. Go and get him a fresh pint of lager.”
I dutifully went to fetch a drink for Patrick. I could feel my cock leaking and we hadn’t even got to the 10pm dress down time.
Once I’d been served, I walked back to see Liz’s legs open with Patrick’s hand massaging her pussy mound through the thin material. He also had his face locked onto Liz’s and they were kissing with real passion.
The room was filling up and all I could do was stand there, holding Patrick’s drink for him, while he got very familiar with my wife. Lots of people were watching and smirking, which I found really exciting.
After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only really about five minutes, Patrick came up for air. He took his drink and thanked me for it. He took a big swig and then handed the glass back to me! He returned to chatting to Liz, but he obviously intended for me to act like his table. This guy obviously had experience of taking control. I just did as expected and stood there like a good boy, holding Patrick’s drink for him.
It was closing in on dressing down time and Patrick warned Liz that it got hard to get to the lockers at 10pm, when everyone was trying to dress down. So off we went to dress down about twenty minutes early. Of course, I had to juggle Patrick’s drink, because that was my problem.
Luckily for me, the top of the lockers was visible, so I placed Patrick’s drink on top of them, while I stripped down to my boxers. I half expected to see a body stocking appear, but not this time.
“Pants as well.” Liz ordered, holding out her hand.
“I want all these big cocks to see why I need them.”
I did as I was told without complaint. Patrick stared at my cock, telling Liz he’d never seen one that small. It was getting smaller by the minute, in fact it felt so tightly tucked that I was only showing a bit of crumpled foreskin. Patrick, on the other hand, did everything to confirm as a fact that black men really do have much bigger penises.
Patrick told Liz that he like to fuck wives in the video room, if she was in agreement. He said it meant that lots of people could watch and they would be almost on top of the action. I could tell that Liz just wanted his cock inside her by now. She would have agreed to fuck him out in the street, if he’d asked her nicely.
When we arrived in the video room, it was almost empty. There was one couple who had not dressed down yet sitting on one of the sofas, but that was it.
There was a big screen on one wall, showing a porno. All four walls had sofas against them with a large, square table in the middle. There was a good walkway around the table, no doubt to allow space for fun things to happen.
Patrick told me to sit on one of the settees, which I did. This made my cock disappear even more. There was just a crumpled bump, moist with pre-cum. He got Liz to get in doggy position with her face by my cock, but he told her not to touch it or suck it. He then proceeded to stick his big cock inside my wife from behind.
Fully clothed people from the bar started filtering into the room, as it was not yet the official dress down time and pretty soon the room was full of clothed people watching naked Patrick fuck my naked wife, while she had her face close to my non existent penis. I couldn’t have planned this any better. There was a lot of chatter and amused looks at where my penis should have been, but Liz being fucked seemed to be drawing most of the attention.
Then something happened, which doesn’t often happen when I’m feeling really humiliated. My cock started to stiffen. In fact it got about as hard as it can get. In this sitting position, there was probably only about two and a half inches of visible penis to see. This brought a few chuckles from the onlookers. I found myself massaging the puddle of pre-cum up and down my little shaft until I erupted in a glorious orgasm. This brought a round of applause from the fully clothed audience, who started to drift out of the room to dress down themselves.
Liz and Patrick just carried on their fucking. Patrick instructed Liz to clean up my cock, which she did straight away. She looked up at me, smiling and I could tell she was enjoying an orgasm.
By now, more people were milling about. They were mostly dressed down now and a couple of well hung black guys entered the room. Patrick told Liz about the black men. He said he was about to cum, so if she wanted these guys to get involved, she would have to let them know. He said the club insists on verbal permission, rather than guys just piling on top.
Liz turned to the two black guys and told them they were welcome to join in, if they wanted. One of them stayed by Patrick, stroking his cock and getting ready to take over fucking. The other said,
“Push up, little guy.” to me and put his cock in front of Liz’s face.
Patrick thrust deep inside my Liz and left her dripping with a torrent of his cum. They shared a quick kiss and Patrick went off for a shower, leaving Liz to get busy with the new guys. The one next to me wasted no time in sticking his cock into Liz’s warm mouth. The other guy told me to come and clean Liz up, ready for her next load.
I did as I was told. I lay on the floor behind her and Liz lowered her cum filled pussy onto my face. A couple of drips landed on my cheeks and neck before we lined up properly, then I could feel Liz tensing her muscles to try and push as much cum into my mouth as possible.
I felt so beautifully humiliated as Patrick’s cum trickled out of her pussy and into my welcoming mouth. I reached my tongue up, once I’d finished swallowing cum, and licked her until I felt her cunt walls pulsing in an orgasm.
“That’s clean enough,” the other black guy declared, and I was rushed out of the way so that he could get his cock deep into Liz.
I sat and watched another three guys fuck her before we sat and enjoyed a drink together. She told me that Moses, one of the guys, wanted to come back for some more fun, but he had agreed to meet another couple and he didn’t want to let them down.
Liz was stroking my cock and telling me her side of events, when Moses returned. Without a word he opened Liz’s legs and drove his cock straight into her. After about ten minutes, he tensed and emptied his balls inside her. He then withdrew, kissed her, said thank you and left.
Liz scooped his cum out of her pussy and draped it over my cock. When she had scooped as much as she could get, she wanked me to another great orgasm, using another guy’s cum as lubricant.
What a night!