To further my plan to get rid of my neighbor, I'd devised a rather unusual scheme: invite her to spend an evening at a bisexual swingers club without being too explicit about its orientation, though I did suggest she dress sexy. I'd simply searched for a bisexual swingers club online, not too close to our place. I figured that if she was open to sharing, a future together might be possible. According to the website, this rather small and clean club was frequented mainly by regulars. During the short hour-long drive there, I complimented her on her dress, which was slit up the side, revealing a thigh and her lovely cleavage—a very arousing dress. When I asked her what kind of underwear she was wearing, she replied, "Just a red thong." In short, we were definitely turning each other on. We arrived at a solid wood door with just a plaque bearing the club's name. I rang the bell, and the door opened immediately, revealing a smiling Adonis. The man must have been a head taller than me, dark-haired with short hair, wearing tight jeans and an open suit jacket that showed off his powerful muscles and tanned skin. I didn't see the look my neighbor gave him, but mine must have been very telling. Still smiling, he stepped aside to let us in, saying, "Welcome, but I'm only here to ensure the smooth running of the evening; I'm not participating in the festivities." What a shame. After paying our entrance fees, to get to the bar, we had to cross a deserted dance floor. There weren't many people there. We could make out a few people on sofas in deliberately dimly lit corners. At the bar, there were only two men, scrutinizing us from head to toe. We sat down on the stools and ordered, she a beer, I a vodka and orange juice. We'd barely been served when one of the two men approached us and started a conversation; "Good evening, it's nice to see some new faces here. My name is Mike." "  Pleased to meet you," I replied, "I'm Paul and this is my neighbor Cathy." He was charming, in his thirties, clean-shaven with fine features, his hair shoulder-length but pulled back neatly in a ponytail. Then he placed a hand on my thigh, leaned towards my ear, and whispered: "And I have a tight little hole that would love to meet the rod hidden in your pants." His words had a powerful effect on me; I felt the famous rod stiffen instantly. I smiled at him and whispered back in his ear; "It will be a pleasure, but first we must satisfy madam," I added loudly enough for her to hear: "She loves cunnilingus." She jumped and asked me:  "Why do you say that? " "Because it's the truth!" I replied, raising my eyebrows.Meanwhile, Mike stood next to her and placed a hand on her thigh, leaning close to her ear. I didn't hear what he was saying, but she was looking at me with wide eyes. When he straightened up, she exclaimed, pushing his hand away: "Are you out of your mind?"My turn came when I leaned towards her, placing a hand on her other thigh, and whispered in her ear, "Enjoy it, it's just sex. Think of it like you have four hands and two mouths just to take care of your body, just for your pleasure." Mike suggested we go sit somewhere more comfortable. I replied, "Good idea." My neighbor asked me if I was sure, and I told her I really wanted to, really wanted to make her come hard. He led us behind a curtain, and we found ourselves in a small room furnished only with a sofa covered in terry cloth, a shelf with paper towels, lubricant, and condoms, and a trash can. I sat at the end of the sofa, Cathy snuggled up to me, while Mike w ...

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