For my visit to Florida to see him, Ryan and I had tracked down a swingers’ club and were actually going to go!

For the occasion I’d bought a see-through black body-suit and lace panties, which I was wearing beneath my skirt and jacket, just as Ryan had black silk boxers on under his street clothes.

As this was our first time, we had to arrive early for an orientation session, telling us about the lifestyle, club rules and so on. After that came a tour of the facilities. The place had two floors. Upstairs was the bar with a living-room area and a room off the bar that was called “semiprivate.” It was filled with beds where you could have sex “alone together” — that is, with other people there in the room.

On the first floor was a dance floor with couches around the room, a room with a hot tub, a kitchen, a changing room, another “semiprivate” room and the “public” room, which was also filled with beds and had several chairs around the perimeter. Actual group encounters took place in the “public” room, with the chairs for the benefit of those who liked to watch or to be watched. It was basically “anything goes” as long as all involved agreed.

We started by hanging out in the dance-floor area, sitting on a couch. As the place filled, it grew exciting watching couples (male — female and female-female) in sexy outfits showing lots of skin dancing erotically, with bodies touching freely.

Ryan and I stripped down to our party outfits. We wandered around, chatting with others and generally checking things out. After several drinks I felt more comfortable walking around half-naked, but I still wasn’t ready to do more than engage in sex play with Ryan. It was a kick, dancing with our bodies pressed together, grinding against each other, amid all those other writhing couples. Eventually I slipped off my wet panties.

At that point we decided we were ready to venture to the “group” room. Ryan said he wanted to lick my dripping pussy, so I lay down with my legs spread, still wearing my bodysuit, stockings and heels, and he knelt and ran his tongue up and down me, doing incredible things to me while other people watched.

Of course many of the strangers around us were doing more than watching. They were “playing” — sucking, fucking, whatever. One woman had several men doing her. The room was filled with moans.

Ryan kept sticking his tongue in me and over me, lapping up my juices, then starting over. After a while he climbed on the bed and I got on top of him, and we kissed and held each other. But although we didn’t mind other people watching us, we still weren’t ready to participate with anyone else. After all, most of the others had been here before, and even knew each other.

In time we left the room and mingled in the dance area, then in the bar and in the living-room area, where there was a big-screen TV playing a sex movie before naked and near-naked partiers. It was really exciting seeing all those men with their exposed cocks being stroked by their ladies, and men and women walking about naked or near-naked.

After a while there we were kissing, and I was stroking Ryan, and soon enough we were ready for each other again. So we went in the “semiprivate” room off the bar area and I lay down on the bed with Ryan behind me. I was so wet that I was dripping. (Of course, the atmosphere was so erotic that I’d been that way all night!) As he slid his hard cock in me, I began moaning, ooh-ooh! It was so intense, having those other people in the room watching and feeling Ryan’s hardness plunging deeper and deeper inside me.

I pushed back into him, wanting all of him inside me. I moaned, “Oh yes!” He was fucking me so hard, and my body was in such an excited state, I could barely stand it! I continued moaning, telling him how good he felt, urging him, “Oh yes, fuck me!” Our bodies were moving in rhythm, faster and harder, until I knew I was on the verge of exploding.

Ryan lay down on the bed beside me and I stroked his hard cock, and licked it, tasting my own juices on it. Slowly I sucked it into my mouth, deeper and deeper, hearing him moan — the whole atmosphere making us both wildly hot and uninhibited. In time I had him all the way in. I wanted his beautiful shaft buried in my mouth with my lips wrapped firmly around it.

I kept on sucking Ryan, as hard and fast as I could, until I felt that he was ready to explode. And oh, did he ever! He filled my mouth with his hot come, and I relished drinking all of it in. I sucked out every last drop. God, I wanted it all!

Then we lay there in each other’s arms, waiting for our bodies to return to normal. Ryan told me how good it had been, and we both said how incredibly hot the whole night had been and how passionately the whole thing had turned us on.

Soon afterward we left. It was late and we still had a long drive back to the hotel. But all the way, we talked about how much we’d loved being at the club, how wildly erotic it had been, how it had been for both of us one of the most exciting experiences we ever had.

We also talked about our one regret — all those other people we had been too shy to try to get it on with. We talked about the way they casually flaunted their nakedness, and their seeming availability. I saw more hard cocks there that night than I had seen in my entire lifetime, and I wanted some of them, maybe all of them, inside me. We talked about all those people engaging freely in all kinds of sexual combinations, and we knew there were still new frontiers for us to explore.

We agreed we would go back the next time I came to visit Ryan. On our second time there we would feel so much more relaxed and be ready to do more with others, exploring our sexuality and taking us beyond anything we had experienced before, into fantasies that we always seemed to be fulfilling with each other.

And when we do, I expect to have one heckuva story to tell!