Chelsea sat in the front seat of their car and stared at the front of Tucker's Hideaway, wondering why in the world a group of people would choose a bar with a name like that to say, "Hey, we're swingers; let's screw." She should have known better when she read the address and had no idea where the bar was. Now, she was in the middle of nowhere at a bar in the darkest part of town that looked like it needed demolished. "Why are there no streetlights or even emergency lights on the outside of this place?" she asked, staring up at the building through the windshield. "Do you hear banjo music?"Darren leaned toward the steering wheel so he could see out the windshield at the front of the bar as well. "How much research did you do on this place?""Apparently, not enough. I don't think we're going to be able to observe for a while without being noticed."She felt his eyes on her but avoided turning his way. "You still want to go in there? Chelsea, this place reeks of trouble.""You've watch
Once they had made the greeting rounds, Aggie led them to the bar where they could order drinks. Darren was disappointed the place only served beer and pre-made drinks in a bottle. He sorely needed a whiskey. He knew he should have gone with his gut instinct outside and just driven them home. He could tell by the look on his wife's face that she hadn't a clue as to what she had gotten them into and was just winging it. Her winging it was scaring the hell out of him. People vanished from places like this, never to be seen or heard from again, and that wasn't just the Criminal Minds show screaming the warning at him, either. He knew Chelsea was desperate to start this new adventure, but he didn't think she was this desperate."Coors Lite, please," he said to the bartender and then gestured for Chelsea to order."Mike's Hard Lemonade.""So, your maiden voyage, huh?" Aggie said, sticking to the two of them like glue. "I'm glad you chose us to be your first venture out. This is just a meet
While their experience at Tucker's Hideaway was less than ideal, Chelsea was not going to give up. There had to be people out there she found attractive enough to want to pursue this adventure with. Not all of them could be so…so… She didn't finish the thought. Darren had been nice once they finally left the bar, not bothering with the I told you so or even making rude comments about some of the people they met. Still, she knew he was less than pleased with what they had walked into, and if she was going to get him to agree with venturing out into the lifestyle, she was going to have to come up with something much better than that first meet and greet. Aggie was nice enough but there was no one there that Chelsea even felt safe talking with about her desires. No, the search would continue.And it did for several nights until she met Brian Fletcher online and the two of them started talking. The conversations had gone so well that now she sat in the passenger seat of her car, twisting h
"Here you go," the bartender said as he set two glasses in front of them––a whiskey sour and a rum runner. "Thank you. Keep the tab open, please." Darren handed Chelsea her drink with a napkin wrapped around it and then picked his up, stirred it, and took a tentative sip. When he nodded, she knew it was made fresh and not with mixers. "Shall we?" He gestured for her to lead the way.With a deep breath, she slid off the barstool and started the walk toward her first adventure. She was excited and nervous, and it made her hands clammy. This was so much more than flirtatious bantering back and forth on some site or checking out a man's ass in a bar, wishing she had the guts to walk up and squeeze it. This was a prelude to sex. Nothing but sex. Perhaps if it was more, she wouldn't be so nervous.She felt Darren's hand on her elbow as he escorted her across the deck, and just that simple touch helped to steady her nerves.As they approached where the other couple sat, Darren led them to th
The elevator ride was shorter than Chelsea would have liked, needing the extra time to get her nerves settled. The excitement of what she was about to do mingled with her nervousness, and all she really wanted to do right then was throw up. She kept rubbing her hands together until Darren reached over and took one in his own hand, squeezing it. She glanced up into his smile, his assurance that she could change her mind at any time. But she couldn't. Not really. This was a fantasy of hers for a long time, and she was determined to see it through. Now, she just had to keep the alcohol she had drank from coming back up at the wrong time.All too soon, Brian was opening the door to the Fletcher's hotel room, gesturing the others to enter as he held the door open with a smile. With a deep breath, she released Darren's hand and stepped past the man who was about to have his way with her. This is what she had wanted. To feel that excitement again of a first-time lover. The first kiss. The fir
Darren didn't realize how much it would turn him on to watch his wife with another man, but seeing Chelsea go down on Brian's manhood made his own harder than it had ever been. His breath caught in his throat as Rachel gripped his balls, massaging them as she bobbed her head up and down on his shaft. He heard Chelsea groan, and it brought a moan out of him. As she turned all of her attention to Brian, he accorded Rachel the same attention, slipping his hand down to her head.As soon as Brian started stripping Chelsea, Rachel began to unbutton Darren's shirt, ignoring her husband for the lover she was about to enjoy. The whole experience was surreal, being in the same room, touching another woman, while his wife was standing just out of arm's reach being stripped by another man. Darren turned his attention back to Rachel, who had finished unbuttoning his shirt and was stripping out of her own clothes. She wiggled her eyebrows at him as she tossed her clothes to the dresser one piece at
Chelsea couldn't believe they had actually gone through with it. She also couldn't believe how incredibly intense the sex was. Another man stripped her, kissed her, touched her in places only Darren had touched her in fifteen years, and then the man fucked her while her husband was on the other bed with another woman. They did it. They actually did it! Just thinking about it fanned the embers of passion between her legs into a roaring flame again. She wanted more. Much more. No sooner had Darren left for work than Chelsea was back on the computer, seeing if anyone else had noticed their profile.The first message was from Monica, whom they met at Tucker Hideaway a few nights back. Hi, Chelsea and Darren. It was great meeting you. I wanted to let you know about a house party coming up in a couple of weeks. If you're interested in attending, just let me know, and I'll shoot you the details. No pressure. Chelsea shuddered a little, remembering their time at Tucker Hideaway. She wasn't sur
"Again, I ask, what brought this on?" he asked with a slight laugh beside her.As they laid in the bed, Darren still in his dress shirt and tie, pants around his ankles, breathing heavy and staring at the ceiling, Chelsea told him about the other profiles she saved on the website for him to peruse. Pulling her close against him, he chuckled. "You're really throwing yourself into this."For a moment, she panicked. "Is that bad? Is it too much?"He kissed the side of her head. "Not at all. I get it. It's new. Exciting. Trust me, I understand. If it seems to get to be too much or you get too far ahead of me, I'll yank you back.""By the hair, I hope," she said, giggling as she nestled in closer to him."Is there any other way?"She paused for a moment, twirling her fingers around his hard nipple through his shirt, teasing it even more. "Did you enjoy yourself last night? I mean, really enjoy yourself? I know we talked about it briefly but I want to make sure you're not just doing this for