Sally started noticing that I was becoming eager for her to use her dildos on me. It’s when I opened up and told Sally. I was more shocked by her ...esponse. We were both fit and energetic and had sex on the brain 24/7. That’s when she said, she knew. That’s when she started talking about swinger’s clubs and parties, and for one day for us visiting one.By now, Sally and I had been living together for about two years and we never lost our lust for each other, but we would often need to. On the one hand, I could see by the look in her eyes she had nearly succumbed to what I was doing, but now ... with the certain knowledge her friend was due to drop by a short time from now had created a small change of plans."I can't ... I can't ... no way, I can't cum ... knowing," she panted desperately."Hmm, well then ... I guess since you can't at the moment, I'll just have to be satisfied with you making me cum then." Once more, the implication of what I'd just said caused her to quit. "The point is, there is a private room at the back of the Gym. It has a two- way mirror or whatever you call it, into the ladies' changing rooms. Charles watches the girls getting undressed and so forth. That's not really important. The room is also a fully equipped 'dungeon' for S&M fetishists. All sorts of chains and benches and racks, all black leather or rubber or PVC. I'm sure you get the picture. Well, it isn't really my scene but given enough Columbian Marching Powder and a bit of booze. I wanted to sample them all. One evening Tara invited me to a party of her c***dhood friend Rich. Rich was a first year at university and was having a party at his house for his birthday. Rich studied Physics so he didn't have many female friends, so the party was mostly made up of males (no offence intended to physics students, but the course isn't very female heavy). The night went on and I was having a great time, but at around 11:00 Tara gave me 'the look'. The look we'd perfected over the.