Club

"It's just a social visit," Erica told her husband, Paul, "Hanna said first time visitors aren't allowed to do anything."

"Nothing?" Paul asked, unsure about visiting a swingers club.

"Nothing," Erica said. "It's an introduction, members aren't allowed to have sex with guests, only other members."

It was a discrete club, one Hanna introduced Erica to, with very specific membership criteria. Married were permitted to join, as were single, black men. Husbands were not permitted to join, but could only attend and observe. 

"Do you want to visit?" she asked her husband, knowing these were fantasies he'd had for some time.

"I...I suppose if it's just a visit," he said, "there's no harm in that."

Erica shrugged. "I figure the worst that happens is we both get turned on and come home and screw like rabbits. Kind of like when we went to that strip club in New Orleans."

Paul had vivid memories of that, the club, the sex. "It's just a visit," he confirmed.

"Just a visit," she assured him.

The following weekend they visited with club with Hanna, got checked in. Both got red wrist bands.

"What are the colors for?" Paul asked Hanna.

"Black bands are for male club members...black for black," she said. "Red for guests; red being off limits. Yellow bands are for female members who are exploring meaning they have to consent to who they have sex with."

Paul looked at a green band a naked woman walking by was wearing. "And green?"

"Green means a member doesn't need permission from a woman," Hanna said, "any member is free to do what he wants with a woman wearing a green wrist band."

"Any...anything?" Paul gasped.

Hanna smiled. "Within reason," she said, "nothing illegal and nothing that leaves permanent marks. But otherwise, yes, anything. If she wears green, a woman is obligated so serve anyone."

"You're wearing red, I thought you belonged."

"I do but I'm hosting a guest," she said. "Listen, I'm going to show Erica around, there's a husband's lounge on the second floor, you can wait there for now, we'll find you after I give Erica a quick tour."

Paul went to the second floor lounge and found ten or a dozen husbands, many like him, waiting nervously. They were quite, hardly making eye contact with one another, absorbed in their own thoughts of what their wives were doing.

After half an hour of waiting, Paul got anxious and was about to ask a passing waitress if she knew where his wife was. Before he could ask, the waitress walked up to him. "Is Erica your wife?" she asked.

He nodded. "Yea, I was waiting for her and Hanna; Hanna was showing her around."

"Oh, I was just looking for you. Erica and Hanna are up a floor and asked if you'd bring drinks. I think they both wanted a white wine; grab those and I'll show you."

When the waitress showed Paul to the room where Erica and Hanna were, Paul was shocked. His wife was on her hand and knees on a large bed with a tall, muscular black man standing behind her fucking her with abandon. Hanna was sitting in a chair, watching, masturbating.

"Hanna!" Paul gasped.

"Shhh," Hanna shushed Paul, "seen and not heard; you don't want to anger or interrupt a member."

"Why's she...I thought...why's she got on a green wrist band?"

Hanna smiled. "Erica joined when you were in the waiting room," she said. "Don't you worry though, he's one of the best members here."

Paul looked over at his wife who was moaning louder than he'd ever heard her moan. She was holding onto the man's leg for support, pushing her ass back to meet his thrusts, shaking in orgasm.

"He...he's not wearing...protection."

Hanna laughed. "Members don't wear condoms, Paul," she said.

Paul looked at his wife. "Erica," he whispered.

She looked back at him, a painful look on her face. "Oh god," she moaned, "oh god."

"He's hurting her," Paul said, intending to move to his wife, but Hanna stopped him.

"No, Paul," she said, "husband's can't interfere."

"Oh, god," Erica screamed out. Paul turned to see the man holding his cock deep inside his wife's pussy, obviously planting his seed deep in her. Erica was shaking violently, her orgasm touching every cell in her body. 

When the man was done, he pulled out carefully, his cock still rock hard, long, thick, covered in his juices and hers, the head of his cock pulling cum out, leaving large, thick puddles of cum everywhere.

"Damn, what a piece of pussy," the man said, slapping Erica hard on her ass.

"Go on," Hanna whispered to Paul.

"Go on?"

"Go on and take care of her," Hanna said, "hold her, kiss her, tell her how beautiful she is, tell her how much you love her, and if the mood takes you, well..."

Paul looked at the globs of cum on his wife, in her pussy. "I...I'm supposed to..."

"That's the best way a husband can comfort his wife," she said.

"But he...that's his..." He looked at Erica face down on the bed, her legs still spread, great gobs of thick cum all over her pussy and her thighs. "That's his cum," he stammered.

Hanna nodded. "Do your duty, Paul," she said, taking his hand. "I'll help you the first time."

Hanna took Paul to his wife, gently guided him. Disgusted at himself, he let Hanna bring his mouth to Erica's wet, swollen, cum drenched pussy. Hesitant at first, he kissed Erica's lips, then licked, then sucked, each act bring more cum into his mouth, each act bringing him closer to his wife. 

As Erica started to moan, he licked more eagerly, as he started to make her cum, he licked enthusiastically, not just her, but each large spot of cum until his face was buried in his wife and he worked to find every drop.