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Apparently people are interested in what my first wife and I used to do. Here are a couple more of my transcribed articles that I scanned in from our old newsletters. It appears that our club was quite different from what goes on today. Here I was ready to get my fantasy experience and I was as nervous as a long tailed cat at a clogger’s party, Picture me standing there naked while thirty other people stood there watching, waiting for me to be ravished. Of course, it was made easier by the fact that they too were all naked but still I was nervous. Reg is always trying to come up with mixers to kick parties off with, but this one takes the cake. We all came into the party room naked from the cloak room and began talking and dancing with whomever happened to be there, mostly slow sensual dancing but nothing out of the ordinary yet. I started with my husband but we both had several dance partners. Finally, when Carol, Sam, and Roberto showed up we were all there. Reg handed each of us a pencil and an envelope with our name and the name of someone of the opposite sex on it. Having handed one to each person he told us all to find our partner. There was a mad scramble to find and hook up with the other name on the envelope. I was paired with Walt, whom I could see was a tall gangling guy with red hair, a happy glint in his eyes, and a long skinny dick that hung down to the same distance as his ball sack. Looking around I could see that Reg had paired us up with the people each of us knew the least. The closest I’d ever gotten physically to him was in a circle suck at a recent party. I quickly found out that Walt had a great sense of humor as we quickly shared some small talk. It took a few moments of looking to see that Jerry, my husband, was paired with Judy, a dark haired voluptuous vixen. Reg called for our attention then asked us to open our envelopes and collect answers to the questions therein. He was very explicit that we were to write the answers ourselves just as our partner gave them. I still have the card here. The first question was easy: what is your favorite color. The rest got progressively more interesting I have to admit that writhing his answers and telling him mine was a rather erotic experience. We handed our cards over to Reg and danced naked with our partners for a while. After sharing intimacies with Walt then dancing with him, our level of excitement rose to the point where I was about ready to jump all over him. After a while Reg told us all to get comfortable then called out one name at a time. Everyone scrutinized each person in turn as he read a couple of answers from each person. Most were embarrassed but it was an erotic embarrassment. The couples got into playing with each other while listening. I made mental notes to try some of those things he read with the people he read about. I was a little surprised that he hadn’t read my answers since I thought I’d told Walt some really interesting things. My surprise turned to mild panic when he asked Walt and me to come up to where he was standing on the stair landing to demonstrate some of what I’d told him. He had gone through the cards and selected mine out for more than just talking about. Walt read my answers well. My favorite color is blue, the dark blue you find beneath rain clouds as they move away to the East after a storm. My first sexual experience was with a high school sweetheart at a church campout. We snuck away during a testimony meeting, met in a little cove by a stream and fooled around until our hormones got the better of us and we fucked twice. The first time he lasted exactly three strokes but the second time gave me a much better orgasm than I’d gotten from masturbation. What were Walt’s two most endearing quality? He made me laugh and he had the gentlest hands, tickling me all over and especially where the tickles felt the best. Finally came the big question: Tell us about a fantasy that you could do tonight involving your current partner. Let me read my answer just as I gave it. I would like to sit on a comfortable seat and have at least four men touch me lightly, tickling me just as Walt had done while I tease their cocks and balls with my fingers and mouth. I want this to go on for quite a while as I relax and become aroused. When I am ready I’ll lie down and they will concentrate on my boobs and pussies, alternately with their fingers and their tongues. I want them to nibble my ears and neck while we all get excited. I want them to give me a long slow orgasm, each taking turns with their tongues. Maybe one can find my G spot while another is licking my pussy lightly. Then I want them to take turns fucking me and letting me suck and play with their cocks until all have cum in my mouth or pussy. Once we are all sated I would like to hug them all together for a while to enjoy the after feelings. Guess what. Reg called three guys over to us and I got my fantasy right there in front of everyone just as I’d described. Oh man, I can still bring back the feelings just by closing my eyes and imagining that it’s happening again. By the way, Jerry got to be one of the guys. He loved it too. The Box Lunch One Sunday our chapter rented a house out in the woods near Portland. Three of us had been there before a couple of times to use the pool and the hot tub and we liked it so much that we invited everyone to a special party there. Isolated in a small valley amongst huge pines and cedars, the driveway in was narrow and winding with a gate to assure privacy. Barbara and I met several times to plan everything. Judy, my wife, joked that it took more time to plan than we’d allowed. She understood that Barbara can be very distracting, especially when we take off our clothes to do the planning. Chuckle, chuckle. Bruce was the parking director, allowing in only six cars since there was limited parking at the house. The others parked at the Safeway mall and carpooled the six miles to the party. Everyone was to dress up in clothes one might find in 1900. Of course, the clothes wouldn’t last that long, especially on that hot day, but it helped to set the mood. We had period music on the record player and we cavorted as much as we could in the manner of the repressed 1900. Some of the members came in period swimming costumes complete with the bloomers and skirts. It was quite an interesting gathering. After everyone had sampled the punch and renewed acquaintances, we called everyone to the big porch at the front of the house. Stacked on the porch were a wild collection of boxes and baskets, each containing enough food for two people. It was to be a box social. Each box was auctioned off to the highest bidder. The proceeds were to go to Cancer research. Barbara, a great auctioneer, didn’t tell the bidders who had made up the box lunch until he had won the bidding. Of course she extolled the virtues of each of the boxes as part of the auctioning. Each time a box was won the winner came up and wrote a check then was allowed to open it and find the name of the woman who had made the lunch. {It doesn't work the other way. Men don't make interesting enough lunches.} The idea was that she would share the lunch and be with him until the dance that evening. Barb saved the most ornate lunches ‘til last and we made quite a bit of money for the charity. While getting ready for the auction we counted up the extra guys that we always had at parties. It didn’t take too much to convince four of the women to agree to two winners for lunch. It was all very prim and proper 1900 style as we all traipsed off to find a cozy nook for lunch….. and for some nookie too. I had made bids for several boxes to keep the bidding flowing and ended up with a rather plain box, lunch that is, and was delighted to find that it was made by Carol, a buxom blonde whose breasts jiggled when she laughed. We knew each other rather well from other parties. I didn’t see where Judy went but Karl, Barb’s wife bought her box. I carried the box while Carol brought a very large comforter to sit on. Being very familiar with the place I led her to a little grassy beach next to a curve in the stream. The wind in the trees, the birds, and the sound of the water rippling over the rocks set a very romantic mood. We sat on the comforter but hadn’t even opened the box when Carol complained that her dress was terribly uncomfortable. Being the polite 1900 gentleman that I was I immediately helped her divest herself of the problem and of her clothing. She responded by helping me out of mine. She looked so inviting reclining nude on the comforter that I couldn’t resist giving her a big kiss which led to a hug which led to a lot of playing around which led to lots of warm flashes and chills as I played with her boobs and she fondled my cock and balls. Lunch be damned. We kissed and snuggled and fondled and played for quite some time. I had paused for a moment and was looking deeply into her eyes trying to think of something to say when from the distance came a veritable scream of pleasure from some other young lady who must have had the same ideas we had. We both laughed then kissed and my hand found its way the wettest pussy I’d felt in a long time. She shoved me over onto my back then slowly lifted her leg over me and knelt there with her lovely pussy just above my hard cock. The sight of her above me with her wonderful boobs looking at me sent incredible chills down my back. I couldn’t resist reaching up and softly feeling of her breasts. She smiled the most bone melting smile and I thought I’d cum right there. Slowly, she lowered herself until my cock was prodding at her pussy lips. She moved her hips to center it then enfolded my cock in the softest, wettest, silkiest, most wonderful pussy ever. We fucked like that for an incredibly long time enjoying the wonderful feelings of being together, enjoying one-another. She leaned forward and we kissed, she leaned back and I reveled in the sight of her voluptuous body giving and receiving pleasure so freely. I can’t describe her smile. Her face shone with pleasure and lust. We both moaned a lot. We both touched and massaged each other as our genitals, entromixed, were the constant connection through which we shared something at least as good as orgasm, especially since it lasted so much longer. Her moans got louder and our hip movements grew in intensity. At one point she leaned forward into me and with our whole body in contact we kissed and she began an incredibly strong shudder and guttural moan that went on for what seemed hours. The intense movements she was making finally pushed me over the top. I couldn’t hold out any longer so I let myself go and felt that incredible pleasure pain that goes with filling her pussy with my jism. We were locked together in pleasure through lots of gyrations until, disappointingly, my shriveled up cock slipped from its velvet sheath and we collapsed together, holding on to each other desperately, sharing the feelings and kissing lightly. It was quite a while before we finally returned to earth and ate our lunch, naked in that romantic glen.