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Hockey Swingers Club

Chapter 3

The first night of the swingers' club went interesting for Aly and Chris. James was able to reveal a new side of Aly that she didn't know she had, while Lori was able to give Chris more confidence in the bedroom. The next meeting was scheduled for the following Friday evening at Beverly and Sean's massive 10-bedroom estate, which meant more room to roam around and explore new opportunities.

James and Lori were in Manhattan, attending a party for the upcoming 48th season of The Price Is Right, Henrik and his wife were also in the city awaiting Henrik's parents' arrival from Stockholm, and everyone else was enjoying the nice weather in upstate New York, leaving just Chris and Aly alone.

While Aly unpacked some more boxes in the home as well as stocked the wine cellar, she kept having flashbacks to her night with James. He was so sensual and satisfying, his touch was like silk, and his eyes were as deep as the ocean. She was in the middle of a daydream.

"Uh, earth to Aly? Hello? Wife?" Chris called out.

Aly snapped out of her trance, "Huh? What?"

"I asked if you wanted your blush and white wines on this rack here. Are you okay?" Chris asked, stocking bottles.

Aly nodded, "Yeah, honey, I'm fine. Uh, how exactly did Lori explore you the other night?"

"She asked what I am looking to do in the bedroom and how I can explore that more, and she helped me release a new inner self. I'm assuming you and James did the same thing," Chris answered.

"Yeah...yeah, we did," Aly agreed.

Chris put down a wine bottle then walked over to his wife, rubbing her arms, "Are you sexually attracted to me?"

"What kind of question is that!? Of course I am! Chris, I married you! I love you so much," Aly insisted.

"Then...then why are we doing this!? Why are we exploring new sexual fantasies with other people!? What is our problem!?" Chris asked, a sense of frustration in his voice.

Aly lifted his chin with her fingertip, "Because we felt our sex lives were lacking and needed to figure it out. I mean, Lori and James are no sex therapists, and what we did wasn't technically cheating."

"Aly, I don't think we should do the club anymore. Yes, it was a thrilling experience, but I only want sexual fantasies with you. I want a sex life with you and only you. I don't care if we have to spend money on therapy, I want you baby," Chris said.

"I want you too," Aly stated.

While Chris finished up the wine cellar, Aly went to their master bathroom to put some towels away in the linen closet. Their window looked out into Lori and James' driveway, and she noticed he was home without her, assuming she stayed in Manhattan. James decided to wash their car and Aly was biting her lip, watching him all shirtless and soaked from the hose. Was she actually turned on by her neighbor? After just one silly swinger meeting?

Later in the day, Chris noticed how quiet Aly was and just wanted to give her the sexual fantasy and sex life his wife deserved. He remembers some of the tricks Lori taught him to get his wife in the mood and hoped it worked. Aly was in their bedroom, following a shower. She was in a white Rangers tee with her favorite black yoga shorts, just hoping to relax a bit before ordering some dinner.

Aly looked at her husband, who was standing in the doorway, "Hi honey. What do you feel like for dinner? Beverly told me there's a delicious Italian place down the road. I'm in the mood for some chicken parmesan and pasta."

Chris pinned his wife against the wall and kissed her so deeply, moving down her body, "I need you, my love. You look so sexy. Fuck those swingers meetings, you're my attraction."

Just as Aly and Chris were about to get it on, a pounding came at their front door. The couple ran downstairs and saw a distraught James, "James!? I thought you and Lori were in the city?"

"We were, but she wanted to stay behind while I went home and said she'd get an Uber back. Guys, she's missing. Our friend Rachel said she was going to get a glass of champagne and never came back. Her cell goes straight to voicemail and I already called the police. I'm worried sick," James explained.

Where did Lori go? Did someone take her? Was someone in the club hiding a devilish secret? The plot surely thickens...

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