Unknown - The swap club

"Do you think we should help?" asked Bobbi. She's sweet and a great lay, but occasionally rather naive.

"Honey, Debby has 20-20 vision. No glasses, no contacts," I laughed.

The place was fairly crowded with a college age group, but we had tremendous luck. We got up front towards the stage just as another group was standing to leave. We rushed over and grabbed the booth they were vacating before anyone could beat us to it. We ordered a pitcher of beer and five glasses, and the waitress brought them back just as Jeff and Debby showed up. They both had contented smiles on their flushed faces.

We had great seats. The band was across from us, and Jeff and I took turns squiring the ladies around the dance floor. Debby had worn stockings and a garter belt under a short halter top sundress, with no panties, and delighted in twirling around so her skirt came up to her waist. Several fellows literally became bug-eyed watching her. Either Jeff or I stayed at the table at all times, to guard our seats and our babes. Carol was also looking good in a wrap skirt over a tank top, and Bobbi was cute in a denim halter top and a denim miniskirt. Debby was the only one wearing any stockings, but all three had on high heels. Although I limited my drinking to about one beer an hour, Jeff and the girls slowly got tanked.

Late that night, about eleven, some guy took the mike to announce the weekly wet T-shirt contest. Amid loud and raucous hooting, he told any girls interested to come back stage. T-shirts would be available and the winner took home $250. The place was a packed madhouse, and a bunch of good looking girls started filing up front and backstage.

Bobbi turned to us and asked, "What do you think? Should we go?" She was the smallest of the girls and the beer had really done a number on her.

Carol just laughed. "Shit, kid! I'm ten years older than those girls! Are you nuts?"

"What about you, Debby?" pressed Bobbi.

"Nah. But hey, go on up if you want." Jeff and I enthusiastically nodded agreement. Bobbi hesitated nervously, but we could tell she wanted to try.

Then her face fell. "Shit! I can't go. I'm not wearing any panties!" Jeff and I roared with laughter, while Bobbi looked daggers at us.

Carol shook her head, grinning. "Sorry, hon. Neither am I. This is a body suit. Besides, mine would fit you like a tent."

"Me neither," confessed Debby, wrinkling her brow. Then her face brightened. "Come on, I've got a pair in the glove box."

Jeff laughed some more. "You keep underwear in the glove box?"

"No!" laughed my wife. "But last month Jimmy and I went parking and he took them off me. I stuffed them in the glove box and forgot about them till now." Turning back to Bobbi, she said, "Well, you want to or not?"

"Okay. Come back stage with me?" She was a bit nervous.

"Sure. But before you go out, I'm coming back here to watch!"

Bobbi grinned and agreed, and the two took off, slipping through the crowd to the door. I ordered another pitcher of beer, and the three of us sat back for the show to start.

Debby showed up about halfway through the first set of girls, grinning and giving a thumbs up to us as she approached. Bobbi had a shot at winning this, Jeff and I told each other. She was young, only twenty-four, and had a classic hourglass figure, 36-24-36. Nice big bouncy tits and a GREAT ass. But Debby and Carol were a bit nervous. After being sprayed down and dancing, the contestants tried to influence the crowd by flashing their tits and pussies at the crowd. The place roared! We weren't sure Bobbi knew what was going to happen.

There were three 'heats', so to speak, of about six girls apiece. The winners would go against each other in a final. But if Bobbi didn't know what to expect, she caught on fast. She was in the second round, and was soon flashing as well as the others. And she could really dance up a storm, too. She was pretty tanked and didn't seem to give a fuck what she did up there! She won the second trial handily.

By the time the danceoff started, Jeff, Carol, and Debby were really hot, and so was I. Jeff and I both had major league boners, and Carol and Debby had their hands buried between their thighs, rubbing their cunts through their skirts. During the dancing all lights went off except for the stage lights, and our booth was really dark. I remembered that night Debby and I had fucked at the strip show and wondered if we could get away with it again. I leaned over and whispered in Jeff's ear. He looked shocked for an instant, but only an instant, as a look of wild glee suffused his countenance. As the three finalists came out and the lights went down, I saw him slide his hands under the table and unzip his pants. I followed his example, and moments later my hardon was waving under the tablecloth.

They soaked down the dancers good, and their firm tits were completely visible through the thin fabric. As they started to move to the beat, Jeff grabbed Carol around the waist and hoisted her onto his lap. She looked surprised but quickly got the idea, pulling her skirt up, undoing the snap at her crotch, and draping the skirt around their waists, so it hid their joined groins. Debby watched them then wide-eyed, then climbed onto my lap and, pulling her skirt up as well, impaled herself on me. We gently rocked to the beat, and turned our eyes to the stage.

On stage the action was just as crazy. Right from the start the trio began to flash tits and pussies at us. When the girl on her right tied her T-shirt above her breasts, Bobbi retaliated by taking hers off completely, dancing topless. The place went wild! Then seeing the other two pull their panties partway down their thighs, she reached down and grabbed the soaked fabric and ripped them off, literally tearing them to shreds! So much for Debby's panties! By the time she was unanimously announced winner, our fucking foursome had come and the girls had slid off our laps. Hurriedly redoing our clothes, we joined in the standing ovation, as the emcee held Bobbi's hand above her head as she pranced naked before us.

Debby and Carol ran backstage to congratulate the winner, and Jeff and I grabbed our shit and paid our tab. He could barely walk, but I was in okay shape to drive. The girls met us in the parking lot and we loaded Jeff up front with me, where he promptly fell asleep. Bobbi sat in the back, with Carol and my wife flanking her. She was so excited! She just squealed about dancing, and the girls told her that Jeff and I had fucked them while watching. This really turned her on, and she slumped down in the back seat and began playing with herself. Debby and Carol stripped her down and began to play with her tits, while Bobbi begged me to get back, crying out how much she wanted to fuck her husband. If I was thinking that Alice and Denise had probably been giving the guys a working over in our absence, I kept it to myself. Thankfully, by the time we got back to the camp, and Bobbi raced inside to find her hubby, he was up for some action. By the time I got Jeff inside, she had Bob on the couch, straddling him and fucking like her life depended on it.

It was pretty late, and most people had already gone to bed. Bob had stayed up to watch the news and read the paper, and wait for the partiers to come back. Carol went off to her and Jerry's bedroom, undressing as she went. Debby and I walked Jeff to his bedroom, where Denise was waiting, reading a book. She got up and helped us tuck him. She gave him a dirty look, but explained she wanted some loving before she went to sleep, and it didn't look like Jeff was going to help. Debby and I invited her to our room, Debby commenting that I might be helpful in that regard. Denise simply smiled and pulled a short robe over her teddy.

It got sort of interesting when we were behind closed doors. Denise threw her robe on the floor and turned to Debby, sitting on the edge of the bed and starting to unbutton her dress.