I was at first reluctant to send this letter, but my husband (an avid reader of Penthouse) finally talked me into it. He was also the person who talked me into undertaking the experiences that are the subject of this letter. You see, after about six years of being married, our sex life was getting dull and tedious, and the rest of our marriage was deteriorating along with it. That's when Lee, my husband, suggested that we join a swinger's club that he had heard of. I've always considered myself relatively open-minded when it comes to matters of sex, so after some persuasion I was convinced. After all, a simple change of partners wouldn't do any harm and, I thought, might even add a little excitement to my marriage. I was in for a lot more than I had expected.

You should understand : despite my open-mindedness, I had never before been unfaithful to Lee and had never delved into kinky sex except for a few times when I had given him blowjobs. That's why the first night at the club was a relief, in that so little was expected of me. Me and Sally (a friend of mine who was engaged to Al, one of Lee's friends) were among the six "initiates" as the female halves of the couples were called. The initiates had to report to Samantha, the "initiate trainer," who was a moderately tall woman with an excellent figure. She was quite beautiful in her tight-fitting, revealing, long black gown and with her hair up, but she had a steely glint in her eye and carried a smirk which seemed to hint of what awaited us. That night, though, all she did was tell us we were to serve as waitressed and give us our uniforms scanty little bras that left our nipples exposed, G-string panties that left our bottoms uncovered, and short miniskirts.

I was excited at satisfying my exhibitionist desires and being forced to do little more. As we passed them, the men fondled our tits and asses (and even the women "actives," as the women who had already been initiated were called, took part in playing with our bodies). Every once in a while a man would drop a spoon on the floor and as we bent over to pick it up, he would smack us on the bare bottom. But it seemed all in good fun. I noticed Lee reaching into Sally's panties and giving her a feel, even though he had always been polite and respectful to her, and Sally's face started becoming flushed. I felt not even a tinge of jealousy but went over to Al and let him fondle me. He seemed to concentrate on my rear end (which my husband says is the best part of my 36-24-36 figure) and played with the cheeks of my ass.

Once dinner was over, the initiates had to clean the dishes while the men and the actives went in the orgy pad. After we did the dishes we watched through a glass window the other women giving blowjobs, being sucked off, being butt-fucked, taking on several men at a time, and engaging in just plain, conventional sex. I wished I were part of it too and was jealous that we weren't allowed in there yet. I saw Samantha, the initiate trainer, bringing my husband to ecstatic heights with her deep-throat technique.

The next session of the club was when we had to start undergoing initiation (only the women had to be initiated). Samantha assembled us a few hours early and told us that there were two ways of getting out of initiation : we could put on either a strip-tease act or a lesbian act in front of the men. She made us take part in tryouts and put on a record we had to dance and strip to the music. I did a bump-and-grind and tried to dance as seductively as I could but it was all a dismal failure. Then she grouped us into pairs to see if any of us could put on a sexy lesbian act. My partner was Sally and both of us seemed to be embarrassed, since we had been close friends for several years. But when her warm lips reached mine I felt a tingling sensation in my cunt. I put one had on her lovely, fir breasts and with the other hand reached for her clit, but then she suddenly withdrew. Thus all six initiates had to undergo initiation.

We were blindfolded and our hands tied behind our backs. We were dressed in regular clothes in my case, a pair of tight-fitting jeans and a blouse. After we were led somewhere and had the blind-folds removed and were untied, I discovered we were in a room full of the rest of the members of the club.

Samantha then turned to us. "All right, girls, time for a strip-search." We were lined up and a girl named Sue was first. As she removed each piece of clothing, Samantha took it. When Sue was completely undressed, Samantha examined her body, squeezing her breast and giving her a pinch on her ass. "Squat and spread your cunt," she ordered next. Sue was obviously humiliated, and the thought that I would be undergoing the same treatment mortified me but at at the same time caused my cunt to become sopping wet with excitement. Samantha took her middle finger and stuck it in Sue's cunt, then made Sue stand up, bend over, and spread the cheeks of her ass. Again she took her middle finger and stuck it in her anus, moving it in and out and wriggling it around. Sally, who was to be next, was beside herself with terror, and at the same time anticipation. When she was strip-searched the treatment was the same, but Samantha, suddenly noticing her humiliation, summoned a man with a video camera. To my horror, everything was on a large screen in front of the room. Holding the camera up close as Samantha examined her cunt, the man was able to get close-ups of Sally's private parts, all of which was blown up on the large screen.

When it was my turn, I was trembling from head to foot. My cunt and ass were also shown on the big screen in front of the room but Samantha added a new humiliation. She invited several men and women to stick their fingers up my vagina and anus. Feeling all those strange, rough fingers exploring me, I was on the verge of coming. I am surprised I didn't.

"Okay, now, it's time for you to be spanked for being such naughty little girls. Line up to be paddled." Sue was first again and Samantha made her bend over and put her hands on a table she had moved to the center of the room. After making Sue spread her legs a little more, she proceeded to to paddle her with a Ping-Pong paddle. After teen strokes, Sue had tears in her eyes, but still, you could see pussy juice running down her leg. When it was my turn to be spanked, Samantha sat up on the table and took me on her lap as if I were a little girl. I was sure my ass was beet red and I felt a tingling, burning sensation there. I felt like being fucked hard and strong to free myself of the clogged sensation in my cunt. When all five of us had had our fannies spanked soundly, she said, "All right, we'll let you go for today." However, she soon changed her mind. "That is, except for you, Carol," she said referring to me. "It's been a while since we gave an initiate an enema."

I froze. Lee must have told her that ever since I was young enemas sexually aroused me. As the other girls left the room I protested and started to run, but two stocky me caught up with me and, holding each arm, carried me over to the same table where Samantha had paddled me. She, meanwhile, disappeared before returning with a container with a tube and nozzle. While the men held me down on the table, she parted the cheeks of my ass. Expecting the thrust of the nozzle, I felt instead a tongue running up and down my anus. I looked over my shoulder and saw her grinning. Then, suddenly, I felt the nozzle being inserted and as she squeezed the container, warm water began to fill my bowels. The tight pressure in my ass made me feel like I was being butt-fucked. I started to rub against the table but it was too smooth to satisfy my frantic desires. I wanted to come so bad. When she was through, Samantha made me retain the water. I tried fingering myself to orgasm but the men pulled my hand back and then tied my hands behind my back. After a while I wasn't sure I could hold it anymore. Finally, Samantha let me go into the bathroom to expel the enema under supervision, of course, so that I wouldn't masturbate myself.

When I came back, I was blindfolded and was told that my initiation would be over if I gave blowjobs to five people. I was told I had to swallow every drop of come and if even a drop slipped out of my mouth, I would have to start from the beginning. I eagerly swallowed every sticky drop out of four cocks. (I had no idea who they belonged to) but the fifth person first pulled up my blindfold, and it turned out to be Samantha herself. I used my tongue to the best of my abilities on that juicy pussy of hers and stopped at the point where she cried out for me to continue. Seeing her at the my command she, whom I had been at the mercy of for so long I plunged sadistically once more between her legs and at the same time thrust my hands between my legs for my own long-delayed orgasm. Name and address withheld, August 1983

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