A daughter bumps into her parents at a swingers club

It had been a few weeks since we had been to the Pineapple Lounge, and we were excited to have fun tonight. Unfortunately, we got stuck in traffic, so the party was in full effect by the time we got there.

“I’m going to go change real quickly. I’ll meet you in the lounge,” I told John.

John and I started swinging when our daughter, Cassie, left for college. Four years later, we are still very active in our local swinger’s community. We have developed so many great friendships with couples of all ages.

As I walked into the changing room, I couldn’t help checking myself out in the full-length mirror. I have to say; for being a mother of a twenty-two-year-old college grad, I looked damn good. Since joining the lifestyle, I decided I needed to work out more. I was always in decent shape, mostly thanks to good genes, but once we joined the scene, I worked my ass off to get more toned. Now at 52, I’m in the best shape I’ve been in since college.

While you could wear whatever you wanted most nights, tonight’s theme was see-through. Earlier in the week, I went to the specialty lingerie store and picked up a black mesh body stocking that was crotchless. It didn’t leave much to the imagination, and I absolutely liked it that way.

When I found John at the bar, he was already chatting it up with a couple we had met at the club several times before. Michelle was a striking red-headed woman, and Mike was her very handsome husband. They were both in their early thirties, but our age didn’t seem to matter to them. We had never hooked up before, but the way Michelle was flirting with John, I had a feeling that would change tonight.

Mike was dressed in a nice button-down shirt, jeans, and dress shoes. He looked nice, but it was his wife I couldn’t take my eyes off of. She wore a sheer, long sleeve black mini dress with a pair of black over-the-knee socks. The dress barely covered her ass, and the black color perfectly contrasted with her naturally pale skin. While her chest wasn’t huge, her nipples poked through her dress, begging to be played with.

Ever since joining the lifestyle, I have embraced my bi side. Seeing Michelle tonight made me want to explore that side of me even more. She looked good enough to eat, and I hoped I would get to eat her pussy tonight.

“Care to dance?” I asked as I took her hand, leading her to the small dance floor.

As Michelle and I danced together, I couldn’t help but be struck by her grace and fluidity. She moved with such ease, her body flowing effortlessly to the beat of the music. Her red hair swayed as she danced, accenting the fluid movements of her body.

The longer we danced, the more I became aware of every inch of Michelle’s body against mine. Her soft curves were pressed against me, and I could feel the heat of her skin through the fabric of her dress. Her perfume was intoxicating, and I found myself wanting to hold her even closer.

Her sweat caused her nipples to cling to the barely there fabric of her dress. The sight only added to her allure, and I became more aroused with every passing moment. I placed my hands on her hips, pulling her even closer, and she responded by grinding her hips against mine.