Showtime

I’m a people pleaser and always have been, but I didn’t realize just how far that went until I got into the Lifestyle. Pleasing others began with simple agreements and affirmations of opinions, but it gradually grew into a yearning for more self-satisfactory people–pleasing.

My husband and I went to the local swingers club one night and we discovered that there was a “best ass” contest. Much to my chagrin, I agreed to enter the contest at the urges of my husband and a few friends, mostly because I was a bit inebriated.

When the contest began, my stomach churned with anxiety and nervous anticipation. I was standing there looking at all of the beautiful asses around me and started to second guess my decision to enter this contest. The music began, and as I focused on the beat of the music, my body started to move.

People cheered for those who took their turn to strut their stuff before me. I laughed and cheered for them, but when my turn came I was shocked at how my body reacted to the cheers and urges of the crowd. I shook my ass and they cheered loud. I raised my skirt to show my bare bottom, and they cheered louder. I found myself doing more and more, bouncing and gyrating and grinding, all because it pleased the people around me. But I was especially surprised at how much it turned me on. I had always thought of myself as a shy person, but these people were bringing out a completely different side of me; a side that I relished. I giggled in disbelief as they announced me as the winner, and my husband and several others kissed me in congratulations.

But that was only the beginning.

Several months later, my husband and I traveled to another city and decided to try a different swingers club. People didn’t dance much there, and while I was a bit disappointed at first I soon changed my mind. We met another couple who also liked the idea of girl-girlplay, and we went upstairs to find a place to become better acquainted.

We found a well-lit room with a large circular bed, gorgeous white satin sheets, and mirrors around the entire perimeter of the room. Trish (not her real name, of course) and I started to kiss and touch one another, and our respective partners became obviously aroused by our intimacy. My husband smiled and caressed me as I buried my face between her legs, tasting — and liking — her delicious excitement. She and I both felt the soft touches of the gentlemen who delighted in our connection and ever-growing intensity. It went on for hours, hands and fingers and tongues doing everything we could to arouse each other and the two men who watched.

After a while, another couple came into the room to announce that Trish and I were hogging the room. They fucked and promptly left.

Finally after hours of play, we had exhausted ourselves. We dressed and giggled at our partners’ praise and adulation. We left the brightly lit room and began ti walk down the dark narrow hallway only to find a crowd of people clapping and cheering for our performance. Momentarily confused, we looked to our left to discover that the mirrors were two way mirrors, and we had been entertaining the masses for quite some time. We laughed and high-fived before bowing and making our way down the stairs and out to the street.

On the way back to our hotel, my husband asked me what I thought about putting on a show for so many people. I told him, grinning devilishly, “I can’t wait to do that again.”

We walked into our room and fucked until dawn.


Originally published at inside.quiver.us on November 13, 2015.

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