I am doing my best to ignore the people watching me fuck Brian, doing my best to focus on my body, to focus on his body, and not think about the fact that there are people commenting, clapping, and laughing all around us. This is my first time. I come in and out of orgasmic consciousness and feel wonderful, then ridiculous, then embarrassed, then aroused, then distracted. I have never felt so many things at once while fucking. So many things that I am confused as to whether I love or hate it.
Then we go to the swinger's club. Hanging out with Lola and Brian in public is a test for my confidence. I am basically hanging out with two very beautiful statuesque humans while trying my best not to look like a mushroom growing next to them in the shade. They look and smell great. I don't wear deodorant. Their looks are highly stylized and contemporary. I am trying my best to arrange my hair so that it doesn't look like I just got up from a nap. I do what I can then I forget about it. Which is easy, because it is easy to forget almost anything when you walk into a swinger's club in Texas.
Otis is already at the club. He looks like a typical IT nerd among the crowd of young-ish, fit, scantily clad Texans. He is very nice, respectful, and articulate. At some point in the evening he and Lola head upstairs to get to know each other better. Brian and I hang out and talk a bit, then eventually follow them upstairs. Brian is crazy about Lola. They have been married for over two decades and he cherishes her. It is wonderful to be around. The first time I asked him what type of porn he likes, he responded, "Lola porn." I had no idea that he was referring to his wife, so I acted cool and pretended to know what he was talking about.
We find them upstairs and watch as they make out. Then we walk over and Brian leaves me alone with them. Lola reaches up, pulls me to her and kisses me. Soft, nice. It makes my head spin. It is still spinning when Otis asks me something. I don't quite remember now what words he used, but in effect, he asked if I wouldn't mind. "Mind what?" I respond, and he says, "if I kiss you." This is the very first time someone has ever asked me if he could kiss me, and it happens to be in a swingers club in Texas.
After a while, Brian returns and Lola and Otis stand up, Lola turns to Brian and says, "we're going downstairs." They were going to have sex! In a room! full of strangers! This is the kind of stuff that I only READ about in Bellingham, Washington! Brian decides to wait a bit then go watch. When we do, I am taken aback by the geeky IT guy. He is hammering Lola. I mean..maybe not hammering her. But, given his affect, his vigor and confidence are surprising. Brian looks down at me, points at Lola, enjoying herself on the rubbery plastic sheets and says with a smile on his face, "he is fucking my wife."
Otis looks up, smiles at us, and politely asks us to join. We climb up on the bed, because it is about four feet off the ground, (Brian gets up there with no problem), then I start undressing Brian. This is one of my favorite things to do with him. It makes me feel like I am man-handling a giant...even though he could crush me in an instant if he wanted. Even pretend danger is sexy to me. One time, I was attempting to hold just one of Brian's arms down and he lifted me up and threw me across the bed. The memory of that alone is enough to get me going.
After his clothes come off, we start to have sex. There is a scene from When Harry Met Sally where Harry is talking about a dream where he is being scored by Olympic judges on his sexual abilities. In the end, his score is ruined by his mother who has disguised herself as an East German judge. This is very close to what it was like having sex in a sex club, minus my mother. Though truthfully, if she were alive and present, i am sure I would have fared quite well. People openly comment, cheer and even touch you when you are least expecting it (now that is NOT Lazy Hand!) to the point that sex becomes something of a team building activity. I am not sure exactly what kind of team we were building there, but we certainly got plenty of feedback from all the helpful folks around us.
Looking back on that whirlwind of an evening, I have to say, Even now, it is the rubbery plastic sheet that has stayed with me. I mean, I understand why they use them, but more distracting than the cheering crowds or the hammering Otis, was the strange feeling under my bum as Brian was doing his best to do his best with me. I mean...NOTHING absorbs into rubbery plastic sheets. You really have no idea what you are rolling around in, and though the club provides fresh ones after each set of people finish, it is not a feeling I would say is very "sexy", especially when the sheet starts coming off the mattress and entagles itself in Brian's feet.
At the end of the night (or the beginning of the morning), Lola, Brian, Otis and I were heading out and Brian turned to Otis, reached out to shake his hand and said, "Otis, thank you for fucking my wife." Otis, being the gentleman that he is, took his hand, shook it, and replied, "anytime." They are so polite down there in Texas!