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By *andm2010 OP Couple
over a year ago
london |
Sometimes you have an encounter so erotic and sensual, you just feel the need to share. I write about a Friday evening in mid June, a couple of weeks ago. I live in the US with my hot American wife. Originally from the UK, I moved to NYC 30 years ago, and now travel back every 3 months, or so, for work. Whenever one of us travels, we always give the other a hall pass to play (something my delicious wife has taken full advantage of over the years, much to my delight), which explains how I ended up at Le Boudoir one Friday evening, as a single guy, the night before flying back to NYC on the early morning flight. The club has a great vibe, from the extensive basement dungeon, to the mixer/dance area on the ground floor, to the open play area on the floor above. People there are generally friendly and open to being engaged by respectful single guys. And so it was….
I was standing at one of the bar tables by the dance floor when I saw a stunning blonde woman wearing a skin tight black club dress (showing plenty of skin through the numerous cutouts) and sexy black heels. She was standing with her partner (I assumed her husband), having a drink and taking in the scene. When I see perfection, I have to address it (my wife says it is flirting, and she loves when I do), so I walked over and without making a fuss, I told the woman she looked fabulous and how much I appreciated a woman confident enough to wear the attire she had on. I then turned to her husband (now seeing their rings) and said I thought he was a lucky guy. The wife flashed me a great smile and said thank you for the compliment. I left it at that. I didn’t want them to feel crowded, but just to have them know that they registered on my radar. I wandered around the club, seeing what was happening and ended up on the top floor watching some of the fun taking place. There is a big play area (4 beds put together) for group play, and a separate area with 4 stand alone beds for more individual fun. As I stood watching a woman get fucked and sucking another guy’s cock on the big play area, the couple from downstairs appeared near me. Whether by chance or deliberation, I wasn’t sure. But they were there. As we all watched, her husband was caressing her, I leaned over and said how erotic it was to be in a setting where you got to see, and do, things few others get to do or appreciate. They nodded and agreed. The husband continued to caress the wife, slipping the straps off her shoulders and exposing her breasts. Then he crouched down, lifted up the hem of her dress and began licking her pussy. She clearly enjoyed. I whispered in her ear “Would you mind if I touch you”. She turned her head towards me, smiled and said “not at all”. Using the back of my hand and my finger tips, I began to trace the curves of her body. Starting at her exposed neck, over her shoulder, running down her arms. Not immediately going for the obvious erogenous zones, instead building up anticipation. I wanted this woman to know that I was equally gentle and confident. That I knew what I was doing. My finger tips lightly grazed her erect nipples and continued to outline the swell of her breasts. They had a natural weight and fullness to them. My hand continued to run down her body and over her bare arse. I let a finger softly trace the cleft of her cheeks. Just exploring, not probing. By now the wife had a hand on the head of her husband, and the other caressing the front of my pants. She unzipped my trousers and I felt her fingers seek out my cock. We were joined by another guy, he had his BBC cock out in a flash and started stroking himself. All was respectful though. Her husband stood up and they exchanged a few short words and then asked if I would like to join them over by the single beds. I readily said I did. The other guy asked if he might join, and after a moment of hesitation, she said okay. We found an empty bed and with the wife sitting on the edge, her husband and I stood in front of her. She took turns caressing and sucking each of us. The third guy standing to the side rubbing himself and trying to caress her. I thought the body language was obvious, that she focused on me and her husband, but it wasn’t my place to respectfully tell the other guy to give us space. We continued, and before long we were joined by 2 more guys trying to get closer and touch her. The crowding became too much for me, I was losing enjoyment in the encounter. I said to the husband and wife that if they were interested in finding a quiet room for the three of us, I would be happy to join them. The wife sprang up, and leading her husband and me by the hand, made for the stairs down the private play rooms, leaving 3 guys with the cocks in their hands and disappointed expressions.
We found a private playroom and quickly went in and locked the door behind us. A sense of relief overcame all of us, as we all agreed it was getting uncomfortably crowded upstairs. We formally introduced ourselves to each other. W&T said they come up to town from Devon once a month to be able to freely play. Away from (non swinging) friends and family. They enjoyed having another male join them and play with W. The three of us were more relaxed now. I slipped the dress off of W and helped her onto the raised bed. Spreading her legs, I tasted her. She tasted divine. T was on the bed watching and stroking his stiff cock. Loving the scene. W responded to my tongue and fingers, vocally telling me, and T, how good it felt. She loved being a slutwife in front of him. After making her cum with my tongue, I had her move further back onto the bed, so that I could kneel between her thighs. I let saliva drip from my tongue onto her clit and gently massaged it in with my thumb. I slid two fingers inside, and slightly curving them upwards, I began to massage her g spot. The response was instantaneous. I felt a flood of juices begin to form and knew that I was going to get her to squirt. As I fingered W, I stroked my cock, enjoying the visual as much as T was. When I felt W begin to climax, I increased the pressure on her g spot and was rewarded by absolute flooding of juices as she came. W took a moment to breath and recover, then sitting up, still with me between her thighs, she reached for my cock and began to slowly stroke it. I had a condom ready for use, as W inched closer to me. There was a look of lust and desire in her eyes, as she starred, transfixed, at my rigid cock. She edged closer again, the head of my cock almost touching her labia. In one swift and decisive moment, she lay back and guided my unsheathed cock inside her. [Note: I know some will read this and feel the need to lecture, please don’t. This was a singularly rare moment. I write it as it happened]. T was watching all what was happening. When he saw his wife spread her legs and take my naked cock into her hungry pussy, I thought he was going to faint. As W told me to fuck her, deeper, harder, T was saying “Oh my God, she never does that. She never takes anyone without protection. Oh my God”. He was equally dismayed and overly aroused, watching as I fucked his hot wife. I asked W if she enjoyed fucking other guys in front of T and she eagerly told me it turned her on to show him how much she enjoyed fucking. We went from missionary to doggy and her pussy felt so good. I had W on her back again and pinned her knees back by her head, giving a beautiful, unobstructed view of my cock stretching her pussy. T was kneeling now, rubbing his cock with greater speed. I asked W where she wanted me to cum. I so wanted to give her a cream pie, but wanted it to be her decision. She told me to cum all over her stomach and pussy. I pulled out of her and with two swift hand strokes delivered a heavy load over her. As W played with my cum, rubbing it in, T gave her a second load. She was in heaven.
We spent a few minutes just relaxing and enjoying the post fuck atmosphere, before cleaning up and changing. I told them my email address and hoped they would remember it for another time. We left the room and joining the rest of the club, we all independently decided the evening could not get any better. There was no sense staying at the club looking for more fun. It would just detract from what had just transpired. We left the club at 2:30am, going our separate ways. I had to be up at 5am to head to the airport for my early morning flight back to NYC. Back at my hotel I called my wife and gave her the update on my evening (She loves hearing about my adventures, as much as I enjoy hearing about hers.), she loved hearing about the evening and can’t wait to visit Le Boudoir on one of my return trips.
Thank you W and T for an incredible evening. Should you read this, please do reach out. I only began to scratch the surface of what W has to offer, of that I am positive!
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