Me Tarzan, You Jane

Angie and I walked into the club. This wasn’t your ordinary club and this wasn’t your ordinary night. This was a swingers club and tonight was a BDSM party. If you’ve never been, stop repressing your sexual desires and go; it’s a hell of a time. Angie and I don’t swing per se, but BDSM is on the table and the sexual energy in the room can take whatever you bring and supercharge it.

Angie wore a black dress that screamed, “You’re getting lucky tonight.” The silver studded belt, the black pumps, and the stockings that elicited stares and comments at the liquor store we stopped at on the way added, “And you’re going to really like it,” like a kinky afterthought.

We brought a bottle of wine—47 Pound Rooster merlot, a big bottle—and gave it to the man at the door. He ran it up to the bar for us. We put some things in a locker and headed upstairs. The upstairs room is set up as a nightclub. Dance floor, bar, DJ booth, but the stripper pole in the middle of the floor belies something more. Tonight though, tonight there was no mistaking this for a night club.

The wax play station we passed on the way up the first set of stairs, the naked guy with the blindfold strapped to a St. Andrews Cross at the mezzanine, and the abundance of dungeon furniture around the dance floor -- this was going to be a good night. Angie and I headed to the small buffet for a little dinner before the night really began. We got our plates and sat down on one of the couches facing the bar, and that is when we saw her. She was hot, really hot, as Angie put it, “porn star hot.”

I think I saw her first; of course though, I’m a guy. Guys don’t miss women like Jane. She was talking to some people at the bar, and she was wearing a small white ruffled skirt. I turned to Angie and said, “Wow. Look at her.”

Angie replied, “Who?”

“Really?!” I thought, but I said, “The one in the froufrou skirt.” By this point Jane was shimmying out of the froufrou skirt I used to single her out. The top she was wearing immediately followed. The only thing that remained was the strappy, fuck-me high heels and an amazingly sexy G-string tattoo that also seemed to say, “Fuck me.” Okay, everything about Jane said, “Fuck me,” but you get my point.

“And now she’s naked,” said Angie with a bit of smile.

I went up to the bar to get some wine for Angie and me… and to get a closer look at Jane. I got the wine and on my way back to Angie, I politely interrupted the conversation she was having and said, “Excuse me, I don’t mean to be out of line, but you are incredibly beautiful.”

Jane smiled and introduced herself. I went back over to Angie and gave her a glass. The two of us sat there a while finishing dinner, drinking wine, and staring at Jane. Not casual glances, but rather something more akin to what a stalker would do. Angie brought up her breasts first. She said they looked fake. I think I said, “So? They look awesome.” Angie agreed. I got up.

Angie said, “Where are you going?”

“To tell her that you can’t take your eyes off her breasts,” I replied, not thinking I had the balls to go through with it. Thank god I did.

“Excuse me again,” I said, “but my wife can’t take her eyes off of you.”

To my delight she replied, “Well, I should come over there then.”

We walked back to where Angie was sitting, and Jane sat down next her. I sat on Angie’s other side. Some pleasantries were exchanged, but Angie and I were so taken with the Jane’s breasts that neither of us remembered her name. When we asked again, she said, “Jane, like Me Tarzan, you Jane.” Angie said that she wouldn’t forget it now. Neither of us did.

I said to Jane that Angie was a little shy, but really wanted to touch her breasts. I’m not sure if that was true, but I got things this far; I was going to try my luck. Jane complied. I asked if I could as well and again, Jane complied. I was starting to like Jane. I commented on how spectacular they were. She said, “They are really fun to wear.” Jane asked if she could touch Angie’s breasts. I desperately looked around for some guy to fist bump. There was none. Fuck.

Angie said, “They are not as nice as yours.” I didn’t have a chance to disagree with her before Jane did. Out came Angie’s beautiful breasts, which were at once covered with Jane’s hands. Angie’s hands on Jane’s breasts, Jane’s hands on Angie’s breasts, and no one for me to fist bump. Oh well, I would just have to enjoy the show.

I said, half joking and all hopeful, “I’m just throwing this out there but if either of you want to use your mouth, I’m perfectly fine with that.”

Jane replied somewhat sarcastically, but with a tone that hinted that she liked the idea, “You’re just throwing that out there, are you?”

Unfortunately, we didn’t get to that. We were informed that the wax was ready. Angie was eager. Jane was up for anything. Down we went.

Angie undressed, showing off her amazing body and got on the table face up. Sir Todd talked a bit about wax and then began the demonstration. He dipped a ladle in a crockpot full of paraffin wax and dripped it all over my wife’s naked body. She groaned with pleasure. “Drip it from higher and the wax is cooler when it hits the skin,” he explained as he raised the ladle. “Drip it from closer and it’s hotter.” She winced as he lowered the ladle.

The wax congealed in a second skin over Angie’s breasts and stomach. As she started to moan, I turned to Jane, took her hand, and gently placed it on Angie’s thigh. Jane didn’t hesitate. She started to stroke Angie’s thigh, leg, whatever. We were done with the dripping part, now the fun part. Sir Todd used a sharp blade to shave the wax from Angie’s body. Jane and I peeled wax from wherever we could. Angie enjoyed the hands.

Now it was Jane’s turn. Jane didn’t wait; she knew what she wanted. From the first drip she was moaning. “Pull my hair,” she said to me. It was my turn to comply. “Squeeze my throat.” I instantly reached out and took her breath. She tapped my hand to release. I did. She put my hand over her mouth and nose. I squeezed tight so she couldn’t breathe. She tapped my hand when she need air moaned and put my hand back on her mouth. Sir Todd’s wife asked if she could use her Hitachi on Jane. Jane nodded in agreement. The hands, the wax, the breath play, and mostly the Hitachi made Jane come hard.

We peeled the wax from her perfect body while she recovered.

It was time for the fucking machine demonstration. Seriously, it was a demonstration of a Sybian and a Fuckzall. Angie loves the Sybian. She volunteered quickly to be the demo bottom for that ride. Jane sat next to me with her hand on my thigh through Angie’s tour of ecstasy. Judging by the repeated screaming, Angie was more than a little happy.

When Angie was done, she came over and sat on the other side of me from Jane. This is where things got really interesting, for me anyway. They were caressing each other’s chests while the Fuckzall demo went on. Somewhere during the evening—I don’t remember when—I noticed that pulling Jane’s hair made her shut up, groan appreciatively, and get really submissive.

I turned to Angie and said, “You want to see something funny?”

Angie said, “Yeah.”

I pulled Jane’s hair and again she groaned and looked completely at peace. I let go and she snapped to. I did it again, same response. This time I turned her head toward mine and played my mouth on hers. I licked her lips; she opened her mouth and—ever so slightly—stuck her tongue out. As I liked and sucked on her tongue I reached my other hand to the back of Angie’s head, grabbed her hair, and slowly moved her mouth to ours. The three of us kissed and licked and moaned. Angie’s hands once again found Jane’s breasts and Jane’s once again found Angie’s. And I still was left without my juvenile need for a fist bump.

After a few amazing minutes we were interrupted by the guy who gave the class. He was cleaning up and we were in his way. Seriously?! Fucking cock-blocker! Not cool!

Jane got up. Angie went down. Angie loves cock in her mouth and tonight, with everything else that had happened she was eager. Jane was still in the area. Given how everything else had been going, I figured I'd try my luck one more time. “Jane,” I said, “If you have a minute we can use a hand.”

Jane came over and started to caress Angie’s breasts again. “That’s not what I had in mind,” I said.

“I know what you had in mind,” she replied as she slid a hand to my cock and started stroking it. She continued for a while until she had to leave for a scene of her own.

The rest of Angie’s and my night went on without our new friend and it was incredible. We didn’t see Jane again until we were leaving for the night. Jane left us with a kiss and one last breast squeeze for Angie, a kiss and hug for me, and a few memories that will not soon fade.

On the car ride home, Angie commented, “Oh my God, She was the hottest girl in the place.”

I quickly corrected, “The second hottest girl in the place.”

Either way, I was hanging with the two hottest ladies in the place.

To any guys reading this… virtual fist bump!