Firstly,in my late thirties, I'm overweight and hate my big tits, never thought of myself as attractive. I've always been a loner, the girl that read instead of playing with dolls, and, growing up in a small country town took long walks. But I've done alright for myself, in a big apartment now and holding down a very good corporate job. This is to explain why I was home on a Saturday night, legs open and watching porn that bored. I'd seen some amateur swing group having fun and this, on a whim prompted me to do a search in my city for some sex and swinger clubs and parties.

One intrigued me. Okay, it was predominately a club for gay men, but Saturdays it was open to all. They were happy to see couples, lesbians, single ladies as well as transsexuals , bisexuals, and homosexuals. I called the number and a very friendly gay man answered. He was very patient and took time to describe what went on inside its doors. I saw the time was ten o'clock so said I was very interested but it was too late for tonight but would visit next week. He laughed and said the place would be busy until the early hours, 3 am at least.

So this was why I was standing outside the club just before midnight in a cloud of indecision: I was there for a good ten minutes before the door opened. A man, leaving, saw me, smiled and held the door open for me. In a heartbeat I was inside. The attendant was helpful, gave me a brief run down on the club's facilities and showed me the locker room. It was not ladies only, but used by all. I could see two men and a woman in the showers, washing their naked bodies.

It was like taking a swim in the ocean on a cold day, the water being icy. It was a shock to the system at first, but the more I lingered the more I relaxed and grew accustomed to my surroundings. I did undress, took everything off, wrapped a towel around me and slipped a short dressing gown of silk over it.

I went into the lounge for a coffee, looking around like the newcomer I was. After some minutes a man, mature, stocky, with graying hair, caught my eye and came over and sat beside me. Briefly, he was polite and gentlemanly, I warmed to him and asked him, as this was first time , to show me around. Which he was glad to accept.

So we went upstairs, into the gloom, so dark I held onto my escort. I won't bore you with a full description of everything, men having sex in the movie lounge, the cruising drag queens, the little private rooms and glory holes . I saw a small woman, had to be in her fifties going into a room with three large and younger men. I felt excited.

A dark skinned man, maybe forty, shaved head and muscled, went up into a glory hole cubicle. I took a look and saw his large penis poking through, on offer. I looked at my friend and he shrugged, so I stepped forward and gave him a blow job, long and slow. He didn't blow, but came down and approached me . He wanted to take me into a private room. I had to refuse, feeling obliged to my new friend. I said if he was still around later I would go with him. So I had sex with my guide and it was good. And hoping the dark skinned man would still be around. I was liking this place.

However,it was not to be. My next thrill was the orgy room. Jack, my first fuck pointed it out and we went in . My eyes were used to the darkness. I could make out the large bed in the center, the white shapes of naked men around me. Hands brushed against my skin. I could hear the sounds and grunts of sex, it looked like two men.

I laid down, took off my towel, opened my robe and within minutes some one was inside me, fucking me. Instantly I knew this is what I wanted. Indistinct shapes of men in nigh darkness, strangers, using me, taking their pleasure.

So now this is my once a month or so Saturday night fun. I take them all,cocks large or small, short fucks and lengthy ones, condoms or not, inside or on the tits. Even one or two in wigs and bras. Blowjobs as well.Right or wrong, I keep coming back .

So it's sad but I have a need for it and I'm not going to explain why.