September 6th, Firsts, Firsts and More Firsts

Our first couple night out since our disastrous jaunt on Memorial weekend proved to be a whirlwind of sex and firsts.  Nick and I were hoping to drum up a Gang Bang so we choose the club that tends to have more unattached men.  We had originally wanted to go on ‘Gang Bang’ night as designated by the club.  That particular night seemed to attract more men and women that are attracted to extreme sexual play.  But, for unknown reasons, the club decided to no longer theme their weekend parties as ‘Gang Bang’ parties, which for people like me was a major bummer.  It was my favorite theme and a guaranteed good time.

So we ended up at the club on ‘Naughty School Girl’ night.  I wore a tight black short-sleeved top with purple plaid that tied just under my breasts and made for a delectable bodacious offering.  My short black mini-skirt and bar mid-drift, black knee high socks completed the picture. I felt supremely naughty and was ready for action.

I knew when we arrived at the club that Nick and I were hoping to have a multi-partner sexual evening of some sort.  But, I was not prepared for Nick’s enthusiasm!  After arriving and before we even made it to the lockers to put our things away, Nick had stopped three couples and told them that he was organizing a Gang Bang for his wife and invited them to partake. I was a bit embarrassed by his forthrightness and also taken aback that Nick did not even confer with me in the slightest about my level of interest in these couples.  While I am not especially picky about who fucks me during Gang Bangs, it would be nice to be included in the fun of selecting possible men to fuck me. 

Shortly after we arrived, Ron and Nora appeared with Celeste.  We exchanged greetings.  I could instantly feel a level of discomfort that I could not quite pinpoint.  I did not know if Nick was uncomfortable with Ron, if Celeste was uncomfortable with me, or if Ron was uncomfortable with my married dynamic, or all of the above, or none of the above.  Whatever it was, I could feel some tension and anxiety emanating form the group that was slightly unsettling.

However, Nick set a pace for the evening that was so intense that I did not have any time to consider much of anything.  Nick’s trend of inviting people to fuck me continued upstairs.  I barely had a chance to finish my gin and tonic before he asked me (told me?) to climb up on the pussy/orgy bar so he could eat me out.  The orgy bar was a long bar running through the middle of the upstairs of the club.  On one side was a very large play area that was perfect for highly exhibitionist group play and the other side was for people standing around chatting or watching.  I had never played in the wide-open orgy pit.  Nor had I ever been physically on the bar with my pussy being served up like an exotic delicacy. 

Luckily, Ron realized what Nick was up to and went around the corner to get a towel for me to sit on.  A juicy bare nether region placed directly on a very public surface is not exactly the most sanitary thing for me, or those who follow!   So, with a plush white cotton towel draped across the bar, I lifted my tight black mini-skirt up to try and keep it dry for the evening and shimmied up onto the bar.  Ron, who is evidently experienced in on-bar play, quickly offered to provide support for me from the other side of the bar.  I turned out to be enormously thankful for the physical support as I was being eaten out.  Otherwise I may well have slid right on off the bar.  Balance when sexually aroused is not my strong point.

Up on the bar my black, knee-high sock clad legs sought to secure themselves on the nearby stools as Nick dove into my crotch headfirst.  He enjoyed licking and sucking on my pussy as Ron was kissing me and caressing and exposing my breasts.  We were literally in the middle of a crowded room and couples were passing by and stopping to watch. As my body began to relax and respond to the erotic stimulation I open my eyes and gazed around me.  I saw men and women watching me, and our entirely public sexual play.  Their eyes were eagerly taking in the scene and I felt utterly exposed and this made me more desirous than ever. 

Nick lifted his head and smiled at me and then turned to the voyeurs and offered them a sampling of my juicy, not so private, private parts.  Needless to say there were other men who wanted to taste my pussy.  Nick offered me up and then turned to me and said, “That is okay, isn’t it?” While I was okay with sharing my body, I was less okay with the ask from Nick being post-invitation and entirely public.  A more subtle approach before offering me up to any takers would have been appreciated.  I wonder if Nick just assumed that because I have given my body so freely with many men that I would not care.  And maybe there is truth in that idea.  However, I would have appreciated it if Nick had asked my in a more private manner with a private exchange of a look or words.  The way it was done, I felt a bit like a commodity.

So a long-haired older gentleman named Daniel, eagerly, softly and enthusiastically began to eat my pussy as his diminutive, attractive, earthy-looking wife stood by and watched.  It was gentle and pleasant but not earth shattering.  It did hold potential though and I would have been interested in playing with him later if the opportunity arose. Afterward his wife came up to me and said,  “You made my husband’s night.” It was nice that sharing my body could bring such pleasure to other people.  And it made me feel good that she expressed appreciation as well since I was not always certain that the female partners appreciated my sharing as much as their men. It certainly brought me pleasure. 

When Daniel finished, Daryl immediately replaced him between my legs and began to eat my very wet and somewhat swollen pussy.  Daryl, being the third man in a row to spend time between my legs with his tongue on my cunt and sucking vigorously was only serving to get me more excited.  I do not usually climax with just oral, but after a while with good technique, it does start to bring me closer to an ecstatic state. Unfortunately, Daryl was a bit rough with his facial stubble and I soon needed a break.  This was the second time that Daryl had eaten my pussy.  The stubble factor seems to be a consistent theme with him and is a bit of a turn off after a while.

I sat up fully and began to alight the bar, and asked Nick to get me a drink.  He seemed slightly reluctant to leave me for reasons that I did not understand.  I had to ask a couple of times, and eventually tell him to get me a drink. Maybe he could not hear me – the club was deafeningly loud at times.  When he came back Ron, Nora, Nick and I walked over toward the balcony to see what else was happening upstairs besides the active pussy bar.  I noticed that the fishbowl was open for play and I felt a flutter of excitement in my groin.  I walked over to the balcony to see what was happening on the dance floor since I needed a little break and I enjoyed watching sexy women dance in the cage and go down on men and each other as the occasion arises.

I had only had a couple of sips of my drink at the balcony when Nick pushed me up to the edge, leaned me over the balcony, pulled up my skirt, rammed his cock in my cunt and began fucking me hard from behind.  I held on tightly to my glass because I was afraid that I would drop it.  Luckily Nora was standing next to me.  She reached around and took the glass from my hand.  She knew that I was likely to drop it down onto partiers below.  Nick was thrusting his hard cock into me vigorously while everyone nearby and aware watched our fully clothed fuck.  Of course there were others immediately adjacent to us that were entirely unaware of our brazen act…making it even more illicit.  It is amazing what can happen right next to people without their knowledge.  In his enthusiasm, Nick somehow managed to slam my drink out of Nora’s hand and it smashed into a thousand bits on the carpet by our feet.  The glass and mess summarily ended our balcony fuck as we stopped to try and clean it up.  In hindsight, I suppose the shoes requirement at the club is a justified idea considering the extent to which the glass shattered into a millions little shards.  But, I am generally not fond of shoes….unless they are sexy as hell.

After getting the glass cleaned up the four of us went into the fishbowl in hopes of some Gang Bang action. Nora and I both really enjoyed Gang Bangs….the more cocks the better!  As before, Gang Bangs could be a bit of a blur for me.  I remembered Nick standing stark naked at the open window trying to round up participants.  There was a lot of interest but few brave souls. 

A short, stout, heavily tattooed man vigorously ate my pussy for what seemed like a good long while. His head was shaved bald but felt bristly and thick scalped under my hands.  I was ready for him to move off me and applied light pressure to his head as an indication that he release his hold on my cunt and it was like pushing an entrenched boulder.  He did not budge in the slightest and did not take my hint.  Once he had satisfied his oral needs with my pussy he moved up to my head so I could take him in my mouth.  When Nick leaned over and told him that I was not going to suck on his dick he moved over to pleasure Nora. She did take his cock deep into her mouth.  I was aware of the pleasure that Nora was deriving from the men that were pleasuring her.  She was very verbal and there was no way a man would not know exactly what she wanted and how he made her feel.  She was an excellent communicator while fucking. Then at some point I hazily recalled glancing over at Nora and seeing a man ejaculate on her breasts. Someone had some fun! But, the spunk on her breasts did not seem to thrill her.

When the tatted, bald man moved off me, Ron took advantage of the void and filled me with his cock.  He knew that I would not have been satisfied with only a man’s lips and tongue…even if highly skilled.  Oral alone was rarely my cup of tea.  While Ron pounded my pussy, Nick moved over to play with Nora.  I think he fingered her and ate her pussy while Ron and I fucked.  But, my memories ran together as usual during intense sexual encounters. It was fun to swap and know that my husband was playing as well.  I like swapping as a couple though we rarely find a compellingly steamy occasion to do so while we are both in the proper headspace to enjoy it!

Somewhere in the midst of it all, I needed to use the ladies.   Soooo, I put on my shoes as required and walked through the crowd completely nude – well, except for my schoolgirl knee high socks.  It was a very crowded room at this point and I had to squeeze through numerous people to make my way to the ladies room.  I really have no idea what, if anything, my nude walk may have stirred up.  I was utterly focused on my mission and still savoring my residual orgasmic bliss.  I was altogether oblivious to my surroundings beyond recognizing individual bodies (but not faces) as I made my way through the crowd.  Apparently Nick was hanging out the window of the fishbowl to make sure I made it safely to and from the restroom.  But, honestly, I felt totally safe with all the people around and with several club volunteers present and nearby.

I am not sure what happened after this but I distinctly remember fucking two different men.  Ron had finished fucking me and I laid back contentedly chatting with Nora when she said, ‘Oh, your gonna like this one!” And oh yeah!  A new hard cock plunged into my pussy.  It definitely got my attention.  I gasped and turned to face the owner.  I heard Nora laugh at me as 99% of my attention instantly shifted to focus exclusively on the fucking at hand and this new man.  His cock was delicious in my pussy and hit just the right spots and before I knew it, I was climaxing.  I looked up and saw an attractive man smiling down at me with a mischievous spark in his eyes and looking a little bit like a child in a candy store who just stuck gold.  He had an appealing, solid rugby player type body. After some intense orgasmic fucking, Willem introduced himself to me in a delightful European accent that was readily identifiable.  Yummy!  (Shallow to get turned on by a non-American accent – maybe, but way the hell not?) I remember an exchange between Willem and myself about hoping to play again later in the evening.  I definitely wanted more of that!

Willem also had the distinction of fingering me with the perfect intensity bringing me to an orgasmic squirt, which was a huge surprise for me.  It is very unusual for anyone to make me squirt and only a handful of sexually proficient men have raised me to this pinnacle.

Next thing I knew a dark-haired, striking man in his late twenties was fucking me.  His cock was inside me before I knew what was happening.  He was youthful energetic and super enthusiastic.  He was thrusting his cock into me while holding my legs up in the air.  He rejoiced in his carnal indulgence with probably the most gusto of any sexual partner I have had since I began being non-monogamous.  Suddenly he took my right leg and swung it around so that both my legs were on his right and his plunged deep inside me and exclaimed boisterously.  Then he withdrew his member from inside me and with remarkable intensity and fervor rose to his feet and declared loudly, “Mama, I salute you!”  Oh my god, did that make me laugh, I was beside myself with delight for this truly fantastical fuck.  He was just plain fun all the way around and enthusiastic as hell.  Hmmmm, maybe I should be pursuing more young men.  This was great!

After Ramon duly saluted me, my husband welcomed him to invite all the troupes in to fuck me!  I was apparently ready and willing to fuck the lot of them.  But, alas, there were no troupes in the wings.  Celeste came in a plopped down next to my head and very explicitly asked “How is the orgasm queen doing?’ I was not sure what to do with that piece of passive aggressiveness, but I opted to ignore it and decided to call a temporary end to the festivities.

Nick had been marginally successful in finding men willing to join our sexploits.  He had not been able to round up the numbers, but the quality of the men that joined us was commendable and definitely memorable.  As I was dressing a couple of men asked if it was too late to join.  Later I would love to play some more, but at that moment, I wanted a pause.  I also felt like I needed a bit of a break from the sexual intensity and sought out a few minutes away from Nick.  I felt like he had me in a whirlwind and that we were going from one sexual encounter to another with him, and others and that I had not had space to breath or reflect on the night.  I had never seen him so aggressively enthusiastic about taking advantage of every possible sexual opportunity that came our way…or that he was able to whip up.

I went downstairs for a snack and some space and found Ron standing near the buffet and the couple’s room.  I was not really sure which one was the purpose of his presence… the food or sex.  Maybe he had just exited the couple’s room, maybe he was looking for someone….I had no idea.  But, I took the opportunity to just be present with him and talk.  I stood immediately next to him and we talked about relatively mundane life things.  We did not touch at all, nor did we flirt, it was an entirely plutonic style conversation.   We were simply present with each other for a bit of time. 

Both Ron and I were experiencing a new reality with the overwhelming presence of Nick in every nook and cranny of my physical space.  Nick and I had so rarely been out together that it was a new dynamic for everyone involved. Nick was consuming the majority of my focus and energies and I think that Ron was trying to navigate the new scene.  I was enjoying my husband’s newfound sexual confidence, but I, too, was steering through unknown territory. 

Likewise, I had never seen Ron as subdued as he was on this night and I did not know how to interpret it.  I knew that Ron wanted to have good couple dynamic between our two couples, but Ron, Nora and I had had the better part of a year playing and spending time together.  And Nick was decidedly not facilitating inter-couple relations.  At one point Nick had expressed a desire to be part of the triad friendship that Ron, Nora and I had formed.  But on this night, he was seeking something else all together.

Certainly, Nick was on a mission of sorts but I could not ascertain his goals. However, I could see they were aggressively sexual and to the exclusion of Ron and Nora.  He was unrecognizable to me with his overt enthusiasm for me in every sexual capacity. He was certainly being a sexual dynamo, but his seeming comfort level and domineering actions were not readily familiar to me.  And it was exceedingly bizarre to be with my husband and find him to be such an unfamiliar entity. Despite, the mysterious man that my husband was, he was definitely romping good fun even with all the weirdness.

After maybe five or ten minutes Nick rounded the corner from the staircase and saw Ron and I talking.  I am sure that he was not surprised.  He came over and stood next to us with Ron in the middle.  The three of us talked for just a minute and then Nick leaned over and kissed me deeply….immediately in front of Ron’s face.  At the time I felt like it was a purposefully display of male dominance though Nick later denied that there was any intent in the kiss.  Nick then asked me if I wanted to go upstairs, or dance, or go fuck Ron.  I said, “I want to go fuck Ron.”  He said fine, go for it. 

Nora seemed to be out of pocket playing somewhere in the club.  Ron and I looked for her upstairs to let her know what we were doing but she was nowhere to be found.  The upstairs play spaces were all consumed with couples and groups in various states of copulation, so Ron and I resorted to a room downstairs in the back corner of the play area.  I closed the door.  Ron and Nora pretty much never close the doors.  But, I wanted to be alone with Ron for a little while in a known and familiar situation.  I wanted to focus on Ron and not be interrupted by more bodies or men.  We were both a bit out of sorts and I wanted to touch base with him.  I know that it sounds strange to refer to ‘known and familiar’ in reference to Ron when my husband was in the club.  But, truthfully, Nick’s actions were not familiar to me on this night.  Later when we were talking about it he said that he had found his comfort zone in the non-monogamy, sexual world and that this was the new Nick. He had been going to the other club on his own numerous times over the last two months, getting his bearings independently and had a regular favorite playmate, Mona, whom he had enjoyed extensively.

Ron and I had great intense sex despite the obvious anxiety and uncertainty that I could feel from Ron.  We lounged together for a while and chatted a bit and then returned to find our spouses.  We found both Nick and Nora upstairs at the pussy bar exactly where I had been the delicacy on offer just a few hours earlier.  We chatted together for a moment and then Nick began to refocus my attention and conversation way from Ron and Nora.

As Nick explained to me later, he felt a weighty magnetic pull between Ron and myself.  He was absolutely correct; there was a very strong attraction and undeniable pull between Ron and I.  We did tend to migrate toward one another when we were in the same vicinity.  Ron was categorically my preferred extra-marital play partner. And I was one of his preferred….but I have no illusion that I am singular in anyway.  My impression was that after more than a decade in the Lifestyle, Ron had a stable of preferred playmates and that he was always scoping for new opportunities for outstanding sexual connections.

After some generic chit-chat in which I apparently said something to Nick that left him feeling that I was questioning his behavior or defending Ron in someway…though I am still not clear what I said but am sure that whatever it was there was zero intent on my part to ruffle his feathers, Willem reappeared.  Willem, Nick and I talked for a while about apparent commonalities in our lives in terms of international roaming that seem to be firmly entrenched in our blood. 

After about ten minutes of chatting, Nick seemed to want more licentious public bar action.  He physically turned me around, bent me over the bar, lifted my skirt and fucked me from behind again.  I was gripping the bar as my body responded to Nick’s cock pumping hard in and out of my pussy.  Once again, we were in the middle of a crowded room with many onlookers.  I was physically exposed in no way but it was crystal clear that a cock was being rammed up my cunt. Willem mysteriously appeared fully naked up on the bar in front of me.  I was a bit perplexed at this apparition and looked down to see a pile of clothes on the floor beneath me.  Before I knew it, I was leaning on Willem with my hands on his thighs, my hair draped over his left leg with my face between his legs.  I understood the idea was for me to suck his cock while Nick fucked me from behind.   Honesty, I found it a bit challenging to suck a cock while being fucked from behind.  The two divergent rhythms were challenging for me to attain.  And unfortunately, the residue taste of a latex condom was just not yummy and an utter turn off from the cock sucking perspective…I think I need to investigate flavored condoms (and lubes for that matter). Otherwise, I think it would have been a very fun threesome situation.  I acutely felt Nora and Ron to my right watching Nick ram his cock into me with my face resting on Willem’s thigh wishing away residual latex flavors.

Sometime after our bend-over-bar fuck, Ron and Nora indicated that they were heading downstairs for a late night snack.  They always like to eat after hard playing.  I never wanted to do more than nibble and even then I usually found even the smell of food to be repulsive after lots of fucking.  Willem, Nick and I decided to get a room and play some more. I remembered passing by Ron and Nora while they were eating as our trio headed to a back room downstairs. I thought about letting them know where we were going to be but I sensed that Nick was not interested in a larger group activity this time.  We secured the corner room directly straight back from the dining area.  It held a king size bed pushed up in the corner.  Somehow this room seemed more conducive than most for a fucking good time.  It was a new room for me for a decidedly new sexual experience.

Nick asked if we should close the door or leave it open.  My inclination was to leave it open for more potential partner and sexual action, but Willem specifically asked to close the door for a more intimate sexual experience.  I thought that Nick would appreciate a closed door for this new experience and I was not sure he wanted to share me beyond present company.  It was our first MFM.  I had been in several FMF situations but had always longed for an MFM because I loved fucking men and all that it could entail.

Willem and I began to kiss passionately.  He was a good kisser and I enjoyed his rhythm and intensity. I was not clear on what Nick was doing at this point.  I remember a firm slap on my ass by Willem.  I was ambivalent on whether he wanted to take our sexual play more in the slapping direction or whether he was testing the waters to see my reaction.  So far I had not found an erotic zone through spanking or related activities….but that did not mean that the right touch or the right moment would not take me down that new erotic path.  But, in this case, our play continued onto the bed with what became such a whirlwind of hands, cocks, and mouths that was hard for me to keep track of.

Willem had his fingers in my pussy raising my already hungry cunt to the edge of orgasmic ecstasy while Nick kissed me passionately and sucked on my tits.  Willem liked to talk while we played.  He was exceedingly flattering and his words took my cognitive pleasure to another level – I was amazingly able to set aside my mental busybody and focus exclusively on the pleasure of the moment.  Our carnal indulgence was utterly all encompassing.  Rather astoundingly I found myself with hands resting heavily on my neck.  That most unwelcomed sensation joggled me back into myself for a time (and the reasons behind this are extensive and way to lengthy to elaborate on in this post – just suffice it to say that the sensation was most unwelcome and set me ill at ease with gentle warning bells rising from my inner reptilian brain.). Willem judged my reaction accurately and moved his hands away from my throat and plunged his cock into my phenomenally ravenous pussy.

As Willem pounded my pussy with his brilliant cock, he told me to suck my husband’s cock.  I sucked Nick’s cock hungrily and hard while Willem continued to fuck me.  Nick subsequently told me that it was the best blowjob I had given him in years.  Then Willem took it to another level when he leaned down and in a husky, accented voice said, “suck your husband’s cock with me.” I was stunned but did as instructed. I sucked Nick’s cock on one side as Willem sucked his cock from the other side, our lips meeting around my husband’s cock.  The moan the Nick released in response to that illicit sexual moment was probably the most intensely pleasurable moan I have ever heard Nick exude.  The level of pleasure, which Nick derived from this outrageously bodacious sexual digression, stunned me.

Willem continued to fuck me hard and I was teetering on the edge of euphoria. The sexual encounter was phenomenal and pushed to the next level by the heretofore forbidden and unknown.  I continued to suck on Nick’s cock when Willem said, “look [Ellen], I have your husband’s balls in my hand.”  I opened my eyes and Willem was indeed holding Nick’s balls.  Nick’s moans of pleasure were increasingly intense. I looked up and I saw Willem and Nick touching/caressing each other on their arms and backs.  I had no sense of who was initiating the touching, but it was clear that both men were receptive.  Willem seemed to comprehend the sexual power he held over both Nick and I through introducing this new radically edgy bi-sexual play into our sexual realm.

Willem pulled out of me and leaned back exposing his erect cock.  Nick moved and blocked my vision of Willem, so I was unsure of what was happening.  All of the sudden, Willem told me to “lean forward and watch your husband suck my cock.” I leaned forward and Nick had Willem’s hard cock deep in his mouth and appeared to be enthusiastically sucking the entire shaft.  After a minute, Nick rose up and said, “I thought I would return the favor.” Then he took the opportunity to eagerly kiss Willem, who returned the kiss with fervor. Interestingly, Nick reported that the kiss was not to his liking as it was too “tonguey.” I on the other hand thought Willem was an excellent kisser.

I was shocked by all the bi-sexual male activity I had just witnessed.  I was stunned by my husband’s willingness, nay eagerness, to explore his bi-curious side.  That said I knew that he was open to exploration “if the opportunity presented itself.” So I guess I should not have been too surprised that he so readily embraced the opportunity. But I was shell-shocked by it all. Afterward, Nick told me that he was not particularly taken with the experimentation and was decidedly into women.  Yet, I could hear the depth of his pleasure reverberate in the recesses of my mind.

It all became a blur at this point.  I think Willem fucked me some more.  I recall the application of condoms and the removal of several condoms during the course of our play.  Then I remember Willem moving to my left side closer to my head.  He told Nick to fuck me while my hand was on Willem’s cock sliding off the latest condom.  Nick proceeded to fuck me with more zeal and enthusiasm than I have experienced with him in a very, very long time.  At this point, I was dripping wet, hugely swollen and desperately wanting to continue my orgasmic stretch.  I had been having orgasms on and off for hours at this point.  I was so exquisitely sensitive and on the precipice of extreme euphoric pleasure that a strong wind would probably have been enough to cause my body to quake in unadulterated pleasure. 

In the midst of it all, my husband whispered in my ear, “Do you want to do a DP?” I do not know if Willem was aware of my husband’s proposition. I knew it was also something that Nick is eager to try.  It was my second DP offer, and despite it being well established on my bucket list, I declined. I wanted to know the second male better than just a night of sex.  A DP is a more intense sexual activity and I need a base level of trust that takes some time to garner.  Anal sex has been off my play list for quite a long time and re-initiating it with a total stranger was not something that I wanted to do.  And besides, the night had truly exceeded my comfort level on a plethora of levels already and I remained a bit stunned and shell-shocked.  I was not ready for yet another new experience.

As soon as we ended our unbridled, carnal indulgence I felt an urgent need for space.  I felt the need for escape and retreat. The night had been overflowing with frenzied sexual immoderation and bi-sexual experimentation that reached beyond anything I was prepared for.  It was wildly erotic, tantalizingly excessive, and orgasmically euphoric. 

It was a night of sexual firsts right, left and center.

First MFM

First male bi-sexual experience

First time up on the pussy bar

First time fucked from behind over the balcony rail in the midst of a crowd

First time fucked from behind with my face in another man’s crotch

First time a total stranger made me squirt

I left the club in the wee hours with Nick.  I was exhausted, well-fucked and stunned.  I retreated into myself and did not really come out to discuss the evening for several days. It was a night full of sexual excess and bizarreness that I could barely interpret. I was struggling to understand everything that took place that night as the layers were too complicated and numerous to readily extract and fully comprehend.

Despite my hesitancy and reluctance expressed above, I would do a repeat of the night in an instant.  The bizarreness of the night was far, far out weighed by the delicious, illicit eroticness and the prodigious carnal euphoria that still envelops my lascivious passions.