So it wasn't our first time at the club. That was early December. But today was the first time I had sex in the club! Since the last visit I was having serious withdrawal. There's something about the freedom of being in a club and being completely yourself that is intoxicating.
Getting there is a mission. Early wake up call, shower and shave to feel fresh. Wake up the kids and get all four of them dressed, breakfasted and ready for school and out the door by 8.30am. Drop the big two to school and the little two to Grandma (I still need to find a legitimate excuse to give her for our daytime disappearances but as long as she's getting paid then she can be kept in the dark). I then drive the 25 minutes back home to get myself ready. Curl my hair, simple make up, choose lingerie and dress for the journey. We're on the road by 10.15am and it's a little over 85 minutes to the club.
Arrival
On arrival it's a little disappointing - with warnings of poor weather it seems to have kept the usual crowd away and the average age is probably in excess of 65. We contemplate just heading for lunch but decide to stick around for a dance. A lovely pensioner approaches us at the bar regaling us with what he thinks is old-school charm. I can't help but cringe. I duck out leaving my husband to the small talk and decide to change out of my jeans into something more fun. Icy blue bralette and see through dress thing. Lacy white robe and some killer 6 inch heels. I'm already 5ft 10 and I enjoy the feeling of being tall and dominant while looking innocent in white and blue.
I knock back a couple of drinks and enter my own world dancing alone. I tease my husband, I try out the sex swing for comfort. A few men come to see what I'm doing but I'm not sure I'm interested. A tall, fit black man keeps catching my eye and smiling but he's not brave enough to talk to me. We watch the dom in the dungeon - we've played before but I'm not interested today.
Playtime
Mr and I head to the hot tub room (he can't get in as he has a cast on his leg - another story for another day - and tucked in the corner on the huge beds I let him start to play. He is stroking my legs and brushing his fingers over my barely there knickers. The men come like flies to honey to watch and ask if they can join in. I shake my head at all of them, just letting Mr slide his fingers inside me. He moves so his tongue can flick over my clit as his fingers continue to rhythmically move inside me. My arms are over my face so I can focus on the sensations, knowing that they're all watching me. The feelings build and build and I cum so hard. The men are telling Mr how lucky he is, yet he's the one who put all the work in. Nestled at the side of the room there is the wall on one side of me and then men around every available bit of space in their towels, hands rubbing their cocks. I see Taylor is amongst them. He runs a gangbang group. He's short, black and not someone I would usually be interested in if we were anywhere else. But we've played before. Mr invites him over. He tries to eat me but I don't let him. He wants to fuck me and Mr nods but he's not quite ready and nothing worse than a semi being shoved in. I move and whisper in his ear to sit back and relax. He's had my mouth wrapped around his cock before and he doesn't need asking twice....
Taylor lays back and I start to lick and suck him, taking him all the way in as he grows and gets harder. In seconds I can hear his grunts of enjoyment as I push his cock down my throat. Getting faster and faster he suddenly pushes himself away like he's been burnt. I always assume the worst that I've hurt him less than a minute into a blowjob. Fuck. I'm cursing myself as I start apologising - but he's quick to say it was because he was about to cum and he REALLY wants to fuck me. The flush of guilt and embarrassment ebb away and a smile of pride plays on my lips. I lay back and he enters me. He's big and thick and it feels good. Mr is there laying next to me, we're still touching so I feel safe to enjoy this almost stranger sliding in and out of me. I look at Taylor's face above me and the concentration is written all over it... I can almost hear the words in his head "do not cum, do not cum yet". In that moment I feel sexy, I feel desirable, I feel confident. I tell him I want him to cum and before I have even finished the sentence he releases. Condom filled.
In the short play time the other men have been asking to join in. They want to touch, they want to lick, they want me to suck them too. Their interest barely registers while I enjoy what I'm doing but I have Mr there. He knows what I'm comfortable with and he makes it the best experience possible by ensuring no-one touches without permission. |
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