[ENF] The "Classy" Club

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Preface:
Both my wife and myself were born with the same of dwarfism, we're both right at about 4ft in height. Now normally I wouldn't even mention this, but I think will help you understand some of the parts of the story better. I'm not going to get into the whole politically correct vs sociological correct thing and just hope that everyone follows simple manners and address my wife or myself with the same respect you would show anyone else. With that being said I hope you enjoy our lil night out.


The "Classy" Club

My wife, to be honest was raised in a pretty strict Christian household. To the degree, that all of the girls were taught that if you had sex before you were married you would catch some mysterious disease and die, no if ands or butts. As we all know though, it's the good little Christian girls that become the wildest ones once they find their freedom. Yeah me! I must admit our honeymoon did kind of jump start her path to sexual freedom (whole nother story) and needless to say it didn't take long into our marriage, when she decided (soberly) to really dive into her experimentation phase. Let's just say, at one point I was begging God to please not let this little girl fuck me to death? I always said if I had to go, that was the way I wanted to but I was wrong. I was utterly amazed when she let me bring in backup in the form of a mutual best friend of ours to help satisfy her hunger, also a bit relieved in that now I could finally get some rest. Sadly to say, that friendship went south after he started wanting more than just the bed buddy relationship and not taking subtle hints at all, even getting a little on the creepy side towards the end of it all. After that she definitely slowed down her exploration, even becoming a little reluctant to even talk about it. Much like a lot of things, time passed and she began to drop hints, even mentioning from time to time that she wouldn’t mind finding some new special friends. I figured an actual "swingers" club might be too much and too fast for her, so started telling her about a club that wasn't a "swingers" club so to say, but was just a club that swingers were known to sometimes hang out at. She mulled it around for a few days, even google'n it for images and personal reviews. That Friday as I got home from work she decided that not only did she want to go to this club; she wanted to go that night. What's the old cheesy saying, "What baby wants, baby gets"? After about half an hour, the flow of dirty words and wirty dords stopped echoing from down the hallway, not totally sure what she was saying just managed to make out pieces like the word "no” several times, and “swingers” and “wear”. There were also a couple grunts and even a growl or two. To which I must admit that part was starting to turn me on a little bit, even though I was pretty sure they were not being used as in the same context as my imagination. However she finally emerged looking as amazing and radiant as ever, and trust me when I say it was so worth the wait. She was wearing a simple little spaghetti strapped black cocktail dress that hugged every curve of her little hour glass figure, although her firm voluptuous E-cups were definitely about to runneth over. Lost in memories of how I was forced to buy that completely over priced lil dress, and the feeling guilty about that sales girl losing her job. (Again, whole nother story) I guess I was gawking, because I heard something and then I realized it was her saying "well?!?!". "Marvelous! You look Marvelous!” I said in my best Billy Crystal impression. I asked her to do a spin for me and she obliged, even hesitating at the 180 mark to flip the back up and show me her little black thong. The tiny “T” straps being held together by a cheap plastic emblem spelling out the word “naughty” in cursive. The way that dress hugged her tight little bubble butt, emphasizing the cleft caused by the thong immediately caused a stirring in my jeans. As she finished her 360, her eyes drifted down to my crotch and said with a sexiest little smile "well I know you're not lying?"

We finally arrived at the club and as we pulled into the parking lot I could tell she was somewhere between nervous and giddy. I again reminded her that we could leave at anytime, no matter what and to always remember that she had the power and that no means no. That’s when she began informing me that she had read online that swingers always have code words to tell each other that they are uncomfortable or that they want to leave. She didn't seem to like my my smart-ass suggestion of how about "See-ya, peace!", so we went with her suggestion of "fuchsia". Of course in my head I'm giggling hysterically at the thought of her being drunk later and trying to pronounce fuchia. As we entered the club I immediately recognized the look on the hostesses face, and was preparing my “no no, we weren’t on TV or in that movie”, then I thought “Hey shut up stupid! Let them treat your wife like a Queen, she deserves it!”. Before she said even two words to us she was on the phone and a big guy in a suit quickly came out of a door just a couple of feet off of the host counter. He quickly walked right up to us and began informing us of how they were honored that we had joined them and how we shouldn’t worry that our anonyminity and privacy was their main priority. Of course I kept my mouth shut and I didn’t say anything, I just smiled and nodded. I wanted to at least say thank you, but was afraid if I opened my mouth I would burst out laughing. My wife of course started to correct them on their little faux pas, but immediately silenced herself when the man informed us that he would be escorting us personally to their VIP area. To which she smiled and commented that that was awfully sweet of him. Their “VIP” area was nothing but a small raised thirty foot long section with a four foot wall surrounding most of it, filled with two rows of tables. For average people I’m sure the wall gave a sense of privacy, but for us it was more like a sense of confinement. We took a seat at a small table that had a view of the dance floor through the wall opening. Before the big guy could even step away, a waitress quickly appeared to take our drink order, which we later found out were all on the house. Yeah me! Well my nervous little beautiful wife downed that buttery nipple faster than I did my shot of Patron, and then proceeded to order round two before the waitress even got out of ear shot. We sat back and relaxed just people watching. Pointing out people we thought were attractive or her wondering where that lady got her dress. Then my wife leaned over and whispered, “which ones are the swingers?”. I couldn’t help but laugh, which didn’t settle well with my wife. I quickly apologized and explained that you just have to wait and watch. She was still pretty ticked about me laughing, but two more buttery nipples later and all was forgiven, even starting to stroke me through my jeans under the table. We renewed our discussion on watching people’s actions, when she commented that she hoped “that” couple weren’t swingers. I looked in the direction she had nodded to, and down at the end of the section was an obviously drunk “classy” couple, groping each other and in a decent volume bragging about how much money the man made. You could tell how annoyed the surrounding couples were getting, although a few single men just outside the partition were strategically positioning themselves to watch the grope-fest. The guy dressed like a bad 70’s porno star, and the woman had this little mini sequined gold lam’e dress on and flashing her breasts every few minutes to the sound of her man belligerently jeering her on. At one point we even saw the guy that escorted us to our seats, go up and whisper something to the guy, which was immediately followed by the guy blurting out explicative’s and descriptions of his portfolio and importance and blah blah, I don’t know, I kind of tuned him out after that. After things had calmed down my wife whispered to me that she really needed to tinkle and didn’t want to walk past the “classy” couple by herself. I knew she must have been buzzing pretty hard because she used the word “tinkle”, but I kept my mouth shut and escorted her to the steps. As we were passing the couple the guy blurts out to his wife “hey baby you ever thought about fucking oompa loompas?!?”, and then proceeded to just die laughing. I held her hand down the steps and watched her fine lil ass all the way until it disappeared under the classy neon restrooms sign. I couldn’t help but think, “and why does this place have a VIP section?”

I turned around and began my walk back to our table, tensed up and ready to strike if the guy made another comment. I won’t make a scene in front of my wife for fear of embarrassing her, but pull that kind of ungentlemanly like disrespect when I’m alone and it’s on. He had his drink in one hand and the other arm around his wife, spilling it carelessly all over her as he slobbered on her neck. She had completely taken the top portion of her dress down and was rearing her head back making bad porn faces acting as if this was just the best pleasure she had ever received. I was so on edge passing them that I barely heard the faint sweet voice coming from the other side of the section saying something about my wife. I turned and saw this beautiful little blonde gal, and her very large not so blonde husband. I apologized and explained that I did not hear what she had said. She smiled and repeated for me that I had a very beautiful wife. I of course thanked her and politely agreed with her. We talked for a few minutes when her husband asked her point blank if she was going to ask me, or did she plan on making me stand at their table until the club closed. She looked embarrassed but I assured her that I was an open book, and would not be offended by anything she asked. She sheepishly grinned and then finally asked in her little southern drawl “How big is your penis?”. Well now I was not expecting that one but I decided to push it and play it cocky when I smiled and said “girl, you got two hands, go find out!” The two hands part really shocked her and she looked at her husband for an approval. He just smiled and told her “well, you wanted to know didn’t you? She composed herself and almost added a bit of sexy confidence when she leaned forward, starring me in the eyes as if at any moment I was going to jerk away. She didn’t look down until she had pulled it out of the fly of my jeans. Her eyes got huge, and exclaimed to her husband “oh my God baby, he’s hung!” Her husband just laughed, and I of course said “why thank you.” She looked at him and continued “no baby I’m serious, I think he’s even bigger than you?” All the while I’m thinking that of course she would think that on my short ass legs I would make four inches look like John Holmes. I was indeed surprised to see that she still hadn’t even let go of me, when she quickly turned to me and asked excitedly “how big is it hard?”. Considering my options of answering I just looked at her with one eye brow cocked as if to say “oh don’t make me say it again?” She answered it with a look that I see from my wife ALOT just before she calls me a smart ass. She looked over at her husband, and he laughed and informed her that he was not about to help her in that quest. Then followed it with a loving smile and whispered “go for it”. Well she turned on the sexy temptress act full blast, looked around cautiously and then proceeded to slide down under their table. Suddenly I felt myself being gently pulled against the table, the white table cloth d****d over my open crotch. I felt the tender moistness of her lips as she pulled back the foreskin and kissed the tip, and then the wet warmth as it slid it slowly across her tongue into the depths of her mouth. Damn she was good. I rested my arms on the table, one to look as inconspicuous as possible and two because my knees were starting to buckle. He grinned, as he watched my face looking for any sign of enjoyment but I held my composure and acted as if everything was just peachy keen.

I guess I was more into it than I thought, because I didn’t even see my wife walk up to the table. She’s got this real happy look on her face as she sits her drink on the table. I’m still not sure if it was a glass or a pitcher, the thing was freaking huge! I asked her what the hell it was and she answered me while still sucking on the straw. She said it was a bahama mama and then her face turned pouty and she started to poke her bottom lip out. She looked guilty. I knew now that my wife had definitely passed the line of “buzzed” when she started acting like that. So I played along asking playfully what happened. Seems the bartender thought she was just too damn cute, and when she asked him what he recommended he told her that if she flashed him her boobs, he would make her something real special. I grinned asking her if she complied. She gave me another pouty lipped smile and said yes. I laughed and asked her if he didn’t get the memo, that we don’t pay for our drinks? Our knew found friend suddenly burst out laughing and exclaiming, “you don’t !?!” Obviously my beautiful wife was a little more intoxicated than I thought as she obviously didn’t even realize we were not alone, because she jumped at the sound of our new found friend’s voice. She quickly apologized and introduced herself, even blushing a bit when he shook her hand and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. As he sat back she asked him where his wife was, and he smiled and looked at me. Now my turn to do the “I’ve been a bad boy!” face, as she looked at me puzzled. I only had to glance down at the top of the table for her to understand. She leaned back, examining the table cloth as it d****d across my belt buckle. She raised an eyebrow and asked me if I was enjoying myself, to which I answered with a slight gulp of “Yep!”. I guess he honestly thought she was fixing to get mad at me, because he jumped in to save me by changing the conversation. “So did the lucky bartender like what he saw?”, he said to her. She acknowledged that he definitely showed his appreciation verbally, but sadly the bar was too high for her to see any physical evidence. Then she kind of paused, as if something just hit her and she asked him if he actually called him a lucky bartender. I rolled my eyes at him and he grinned at her and informed her that any man would be considered lucky to see her beautiful body. I have to admit I was pretty shocked when she smiled at him and then suddenly flashed him her right breast. To which he just replied “damn!”. I was quickly reminded of the presence of the “classy” couple behind us, when the guy yelled out “hey show them midget titties this way!” I tensed up, and not in a orgasmic way either. She quickly began rubbing my arm, whispering to me that he wasn’t worth it and just to ignore him. Then suddenly her grip on my arm got really tight, as I judged her face I could see her jaw tight. Her eyes cutting to mine and then down towards the table. As I leaned back I saw that the table cloth was now also raised right in front of her, her dress mirroring the draping of the table cloth, with just a glimpse of a wrist and the dangling of a bracelet sliding between my wife’s legs. I leaned over whispering a reminder that she has the right to say no at anytime. Through gritted teeth she said she knew. Suddenly her right hand began to gather up a portion of the table cloth in her fist, her left hand squeezing my elbow even harder. Both our friend and I quickly grabbed a hold of the table cloth so as not to reveal our private little hidden treasure. I looked back to her and all I could think was, where did your eyes go? The whites were all that were visible, her bottom lip quivering as she bit into it. Whispering into her ear I asked her if she would like me to stop her and she responded by grunting something to the effect of “do it and die”. I can’t be completely sure because she kind of trailed off at the end of it. Her body tight almost tip toeing, her head leaning back, her eyes open just enough to see the little white slits. A few seconds of him and I straining to win the table cloth tug of war against lil Superwoman and we were finally able to relax our grip. We just looked at each other and laughed. He asked her if she would like to sit down, but before she could answer she began slumping to the floor. Not straight down, but more like being slowly pulled under the table. I caught the sight of the familiar looking wrist and bracelet holding my wife’s hand as she disappeared under the table. The invisible wet warmth that had been surrounding my cock was soon replaced by the familiar soft touch and caress. I guess I had been downgraded. The slurping sounds began again, but the hand never released it’s grip. I could only guess that my wife was getting to enjoy that beautiful gal’s oral talent now. The slurping sounds began being altered with coo’s and other erotic sounds. I must admit, hearing the sounds and not being able to see what was going on was driving me insane, but it was an erotic type of insane. I was shocked when I felt a tug at my pocket, looking down only to catch the little flash of “naughty” as our new friend pushed my wife’s panties into my pocket. Although I definitely was not near as shocked as he was when suddenly he was forced into a slumping position on the couch, his lower torso now completely beneath the table cloth. So it was now his turn to try desperately to keep a straight face. I watched with anxious excitement to see if I could tell just who had a hold of him. When his eyebrows shot straight up and he blurted out “Damn!”, I grinned as I announced “that’s my girl”. I would be lying if I didn’t say I was a slightly disappointed to feel the soft touch leave me again. I had done so well not allowing it to show, wondering to myself if she wouldn’t have stopped if she knew just how close I had been to erupting. Well I wasn’t disappointed for long, when the tender touch was replaced with a new warmth and wetness. It was tight, and squeezed my member from every direction as it slowly engulfed me. I could feel inch by inch disappearing into the fire, the wetness quenching the burn. As the very last inch of my cock became engulfed, a sweet moan rose from underneath the table. I started thinking about the blind girl I dated in college, and always wondering what it was like to fuck someone that you couldn’t see. Now I knew, but at least she could touch and I can’t even do that? Then the stranger part of my mind kicked in with the realization, that she was fucking me and yet not a single a part of her body was exposed from underneath the table. I looked across at the table, his head leaned back and his eyes half open as glanced over at me. Almost in a curious but awe, I said “flexible?”, he responded by smiling in confirmation. He then nodded in the direction of over my shoulder and it dawned on me that I had completely forgotten about the “classy” couple. As I glanced over I saw that not only was the woman now completely nude with the exception of her stilettos but was lying on her back on top of the table with her legs in the air. Her husband was holding her legs, his pants at his ankles exposing his paste white ass as he drunkenly began to fuck her. She began her fake moans before he even entered her, with him responding in grunts of “yeah you like that don’t you sl*t!” I looked back at my new friend rolling my eyes, and we both laughed. Our attention was quickly diverted back to our own table, when it began shaking, the sounds of ecstasy from underneath beginning to rise in volume. His face turned more to a look of concern, quickly turning to confusion when I just smiled at him. I looked back at the “classy” couple, and in my best NASCAR voice yelled “YEAH! GET IT! GET IT!”. Symbolically thrusting my hips as I cheered them on, of course realizing that anyone out of earshot would probably be wondering why that six year old boy was dry humping the table, not realizing that I was actually pounding a beautiful little shaved pussy attached to a radiant little stranger that was making out with my pantyless wife. My friend, now realizing what I was doing joined in as we began taking turns cheering the classy “couple” on. Now I knew my balls had left the building sometime ago, but I was rapidly approaching the time to spray. Not exactly knowing how I was going to let her know, and not exactly being able to just pull out from the safety of the table cloth. I cut my new friend a concerned look, in a way only guys can, he understood my wordless inquiry almost immediately and assured me she was safe and to just let it fly. I increased the strength of my thrusts, dry humping the table with all my might. I felt the surge climb my shaft and glanced to him for one more act of affirmation, but he was lost in his own moment of euphoria. The overly pronounced verbal expressions of orgasmic proportions emulating from beneath the table began pushing me over the cliff. I could hear anger and scuffling from behind me, sounds of security intervening on the “classy” couple, but I didn’t care. I felt the first burst leave my rifle, her muscles clamped down so hard that I thought she was going to break me in two. I shoved with all my might against her rejecting muscles, firing round two into the darkness soaking up her orgasmic screams as she flooded my member with her own round of fire. I could feel the crotch of my pants becoming saturated from the friendly fire. Suddenly out of nowhere, a large what looked like a security guard came crashing into our table, sending our table and precious white shield of enjoyment flying. So wrapped up in the fight behind us, he didn’t even notice what he had just uncovered, only glaring in the direction of the classy couple as he flew back into pursuit and muttering “sorry”. In the wake of the shock I looked down to finally survey the unveiling of the mysterious scene. There was my beautiful wife in squatting position between his legs with her head down over his crotch and her hands on his thighs. The top part of her dress was pulled down to her waist, with her left breast being cupped by his hand. Damn it must be nice to have long arms. The bottom of her dress was pulled up over her insanely hot ass, the cleft of her hairless pussy dripping on to the chin of our new lady friend, who was still parting her lips with her tongue. Now his wife had her dress completely off and her shoulders were pinned to the floor as her back arched to lineup her little blonde runway patch to my member. My wife’s head stopped bobbing for a split second, being the first to realize of their exposure. She screamed “Oh God!” and jumped off of our lady friend’s face and ran in the direction of the bathroom. His wife, blinking her eyes trying to focus from the new exposure to the blinding light, finally realized what was going on and shrieked in horror as she took off following the predetermined path to safety. It was then that the fight behind us exploded and I was knocked into my sitting friend, coming to the uncomfortable realization that his still dripping rod stood just inches from my face. All I could think to say “was don’t let the height fool you, I’m not that type of guy”. He pulled me up out of concern and suggested that we get out of there and go rescue the girls, adding with a laugh that he would convert me to the dark side later. We put our dripping soft animals back into their cages and picked up the girl’s shoes and headed in the last known direction. We took a seat at the corner of the little bar closest to the restroom, so as not to look creepy just hanging around the door of the women’s restroom. We ordered a couple of shots while waiting to see if we were going to be kicked out too, but came to the conclusion that because of the fight no one had even noticed. I must admit that the realization was indeed a little disappointing. Finally after a couple of shots and laughter and the blonde surfer wanna-be bartender telling me how nice my wife’s tits were, the bathroom door opened repelling a tangled mess of drunken hotness giggling like two little school girls. The way his wife was walking stooped over to grope at my wife, with her reciprocating in the opposite direction, was just hilarious. As they approached us our new friend picked up my wife and sat her straddling her husband and then came over and straddled me. I started to relax now with the new knowledge that my wife was not mortified and the chances of continuing the club hopping were good. Seeing the relief in my face my new friend looked at me and said “sorry to make you worry about your wife, but I just wasn’t done with her?” I smiled and asked if she was done now, to which she responded by grabbing my denim bulge and commenting that she wasn’t done with me. I glanced at my wife engulfed her in a heated make out session with her new friend, in the reflection of the mirrored décor I couldn’t help but grin noticing the bartender frozen with his mouth wide open at the sight. She broke away from her passionate embrace and informed me that we had been invited to check out their hot tub and then politely returned to her waiting friend’s attention. His wife broke my voyeurism by beginning to kiss me deeply, then sliding down my neck and up to my ear and whispering “I think we need to continue this”.