BDSM Lite - An Early Valentine's Day Present

Nick blindfolded me with a navy blue silk scarf that I have had for 30 years and had me lay back and relax on the soft flaming red flannel sheets that I got us for Christmas to signify our new blazing hot sexual life. As an early Valentine’s Day present he cuffed me to the bed!  Wait, what?? Both wrists were bound firmly in soft fuzzy cloth cuffs so it was not at all uncomfortable but it was entirely secure.  I was not getting free - I was utterly vulnerable and completely at his mercy.  As I lay there bound and exposed I grew nervous contemplating what might come next. I had no idea what Nick was planning.  I could hear him moving about the room getting ready. In 20 years with Nick, I had not found myself in quite this kind of imposed acquiescent position; I was just beyond the edge of being mildly apprehensive.  BDSM and bondage in general have never been my thing, but then again I had no experience to judge by.   Suddenly I felt a hot drip of something on my body.  It was extremely hot for a flash of a second but cooled rapidly and then another and another.  Nick was dripping hot wax on my naked body one slow drip at a time.  It was hot enough to make me flinch as each drop of molten liquid hit my bare skin, but it was not especially painful and definitely got my interest.  The discomfort was disconcertingly erotic and piqued my heightened senses in anticipation and indeed eagerness for more.

I cannot recall what happened then, but the next vivid sensory memory I have is of Nick between my legs, my pussy moist and eager in anticipation. And then a flash of sharp pain emanated from between my legs.  Nick had slapped my bare, wet pussy hard.  Astonishingly hard!  He slapped my exposed pussy repeatedly and at unexpected intervals making me more than a little edgy in anticipation of the next stroke of his hand.  I was torn between not wanting the painful sensation and the idea than maybe I liked and wanted more.  Nick began finger fucking me and teased my G-Spot bringing me in the range of a G-Spot orgasm but not taking me quite there.  Then suddenly he stopped and left me on the bed alone.  I could here him rustling about and unfamiliar sounds…what was he doing??  The next thing I knew h e thrust an unfamiliar cock inside me and it was a bit ummm, cold!  Nick was wearing a strap-on dildo and fucking me with it.  It was a bit disconcerting because I could feel the dildo ramming into me but I could also feel his cock hitting my perineum. The dildo felt good but was no match for a rock hard big cock….maybe we can upgrade to a more substantial cock attachment for the strap-on! And then wham a hard slap on the ass! A few minutes later the strap-on was gone and he was fucking me himself with a Screaming O multi-speed vibrating cock ring on his erect cock.  Now I have to say that the idea of cock rings and their erection maintenance function hold appeal, but the vibration was distracting for me!  I got confused – should I be focusing on the thrusting of the cock in my cunt or should I be concentrating on my clit and the arousing vibrations?  I am not the best multi-tasker when my aroused pussy is the center of attention.

While I was clearly energized and pleasantly agitated, Nick took the G-Spot dildo and began to work my G-Spot.  It was amazingly intense because I was already very aroused and it did not take much to get my G-Spot to all but scream with pleasure.  The focused attention that my G-Spot was receiving was on target yet exceedingly intense. It was driving me unbelievably crazy but yet I could not relax enough to reach orgasm and squirt.  The stimulation was unbelievably pleasurable and almost more than I could stand.  I was vocal similarly to my last G-Spot encounter at the club, but I could not reach an ultimate climax.   It was incredible.  I finally asked Nick to stop. I was so good and intense that I just could not take any more. 

This was the best sex night that Nick and I had had in years!!!  I am looking forward to him coming home from Africa so we can go for a repeat! 

January 26th, Speed Dating Jack Pot

I was unsure of Nick’s feelings about me going to the club alone on this night.  I asked him several times if he was good with me going – including 2 texts from the car on the way there. He responded, “I am good with you going tonight, and want you to have fun and enjoy yourself, then tell me all about it." So I went.  But honestly I did not feel the enthusiasm that I had enjoyed in the past because I did not feel that Nick was enthusiastically supportive – though he had not explicitly said as much.  However, I really felt like I needed to go for ME, though it was clear that Nick was ambivalent despite his reassuring words.  After I got home he told me that it was after he had sent the text that he wondered what I would have done if he said no.  He said he did not really feel like ‘no’ was an option.  And the day after this outing he was in shambles and as of yet he has heard only minimal details of the night…so reading this post will be the details for him.

The theme of the night was Speed Dating. This gave me pause. I am an introvert and need alone, quiet time to rejuvenate. I do not do intense people time well.  It drains my energy.  However, I have very much enjoyed the social aspect of the club and getting to know like-minded people.  Despite my reluctance I decided that it would be worthwhile to meet knew people and expand my circle of lifestyle acquaintances and potentially friends.  When I arrived I was pleasantly surprised to see Ron and Nora had decided to come as well.  So I knew it would be a good sex night, too!

I shared a dinner table with Ron, Nora, Kelly and Roger.  Another couple Frank and Zelda joined us at the table.  I had passed Frank and Zelda several times already this evening and Frank had locked eyes with me in a discrete but lustful way.  He also subtly admired my black lace fitted dress with skin color underlining which made it look as if I was wearing only a sexy form fitting lace dress – it only became clear that it was actually not just lace because my nipples were not sticking through the fabric…they were tucked away in a black and gold filigree bra.  It was amusing because the dress gave several men pause early in the evening and this despite the fact that I thought it to be one of the more conservative dresses I had worn to a club.  Zelda was a beautiful young dark-skinned woman with an accent that clearly informed me that she was from a land more erotically visceral than our own.  (I will refrain from the specifics to protect her privacy.) We discussed her origins and her ambitions over dinner.  It was fun conversation that brought out a bit to the ‘professional me’ that had so far pretty much been dormant.

Speed dating fun began immediately after dinner and it was a blast!  I met several new men and even found commonalities between us!  I met Mike whose profession takes him to a place overseas where I used to live and work.  I have even seen the results of his work!  So the world is indeed a small place.  I met another man who, like myself, has also traveled the globe extensively for professional reasons and enjoys scuba diving and skydiving. I met Dillon who I had seen at the club several times.  I had seen Dillon with his partner Dorothy on most of my visits to the club and had been curious about them.  And I met Tim who was hot in an Italian/Latino sort of way and we seemed to click fairly quickly and talked about he and his partner’s reactions to the open lifestyle since they were fairly new to the scene.  It was very interesting because he expressed some of the insecurities that Nick has shared with me as well. Tim was sexy and there was an intriguing energy between us.  He pointed out his partner, Doreen, across the room and she was petite and super cute.  Hmmm, it looked like the evening held great potential!!

As a side note, I talked with a man whose confidence was in the toilet.  For kicks we pulled a question out of an envelope that was passed around for if/when conversation dulled.  We were curious what was inside.  “What is your sexual super skill?”  And he said, “my wife says I am good at going down on her but I don’t think so.”  Well heck!!  If a woman compliments you take it, run with it, believe it and OWN IT!  Serendipitously, his wife appeared by our sides and confirmed that he was indeed skilled at said activity.  But, he did not have the self-confidence to enjoy the compliment but rather minimized his abilities again.  Let me just say, that is SO not the sexy thing to do in a sex club!  Or anywhere really.

Back to the story…Speed dating ended in the nick of time.  I had darn near expended all my sociable energy and needed some space.  After a few moments alone to reenergize, I joined in with the post speed dating dancing frenzy. I was dancing alone but was definitely scoping the playing field checking out the various pairs whose partners I had met during speed dating.  It was interesting to see who was with whom and begin to put some names to faces.  Ron and Nora were dancing nearby and were unmistakably suggestive of what was yet to come, but at that moment I was interested in exploring other opportunities.  I had passed on immediate options on recent club visits and learned that not taking advantage of opportunities when they presented themselves was a mistake.  I was watching Tim and Doreen dancing and flirting and then I watched them watching me. We were dancing in separate areas of the dance floor but were now watching and flirting with each other building an interesting energy flow.  Doreen was petite, perky and bubbly, basically the total opposite of me.  And as I already said, Tim was just plain hot with his dark eyes, dark short hair, a few interesting tats on his olive toned skin.  After a few moments, Doreen invited me to dance with them ostensibly to ‘rescue’ me from an older couple that was closing in on me (AKA Ron and Nora)….little did she know!  We danced and chatted, discovering that Doreen and I had recently both availed ourselves of the same Groupon coupon for Burlesque classes.  She suggested that we go for Burlesque together – we are trying to coordinate our schedules now! Anyway, we danced for a few songs and then Doreen declared that she and Tim were headed to the play area…and would I like to join them? ABSOLUTELY!

I slipped into a black silk chemise and Doreen was appealingly adorned with fishnet stockings, shiny patent leather fuck me pumps, a very sexy black corset with a very handy front zipper that flaunted her breasts marvelously.  She looked like a miniature Barbie with perfect curves and a bubbly personality.  Once we were in the play area, Tim and Doreen choose the mirror room, which was empty when we arrived.  Tim selected the corner double bed rather than the vast bed in the heart of the room.  I took this to be a slight bit of shyness or discomfort on his part. I had already noticed that his demeanor with me had changed from earlier in the evening during speed dating.  He suddenly seemed a bit anxious with me – maybe fearing his partners’ reaction to seeing him with someone else? Doreen and I discussed bi-boundaries, of which she had none and I was still exploring.  Doreen also warned me that she is a serious squirter. Due to Tim’s newfound anxiety, I decided to focus my energies on Doreen…after all it is not every day a blazing hot woman offers herself up sexually.  I kissed her, touched, sucked and nibbled on her breasts; she reciprocated and went down on me after asking me if it was okay to ‘taste me’.  For a little while the sexual interaction was only between me and Doreen while Tim stood by and watched and grew progressively stiffer and larger under the confines of his cotton boxers.  Then after a bit, Tim fucked her while I caressed her and played with her breasts.  I asked if we could unzip her corset and she smiled and said ‘of course.’  I unzipped and found her tight strong abdomen and could feel her respond to the cock thrusting in and out of her pussy.  Tim reached down and released the last hook and her corset came free.  With her legs up over Tim’s shoulders and him leaning and pumping deep into her she came like crazy and squirted so much that she pretty much soaked the bed despite the towel.  She was bubbly, giggly and very fun.  She exuded personality.  We seemed to think similar thoughts simultaneously and often spoke with the exact say phrases as the exact same moment – JINX!  All this while one or the other of us was being fucked.  And yes, Tim fucked me next and it did not take long for me to reach orgasm, as well.  Oddly he said that I ‘kicked him out’ just like Doreen does when she orgasms.  It was a bit odd being compared as if under scientific observation.  But apparently Doreen and I have similarly responsive cunts…or maybe he was just good at what he was doing!

We were joined in the room by five couples on the oversized bed – one after the other in a line fucking and never touching their neighbors.  Some were newish to the club and lifestyle and were still getting their bearings. Though others were not.  Ralph and Helen (who I played with at the Christmas Party) were leaning against the far wall, watching all the sexual exploits unfold before them.  Helen was arching her back and leaning into Ralph who was behind her – greedily running his hands up and down her body exposing her breasts, nibbling on her neck ravenously and arousing her with his fingers and hands between her legs.   Watching Ralph and Helen get all heated up was far more erotically stimulating than watching the conventional, predictable in and out thrusting of the couples on the bed.  Plus there was the added visual stimulation of Helen still being partially clad in sexy flowery lingerie.  I was also able to watch Dillon, a weightlifter, and Dorothy.  They were one of the five couples on the giant bed at the end nearest our threesome.  I watched them in the ceiling mirrors, which humorously distorted their Hitachi sex toy to such proportions that it looked about 3 feet long! So, all in all there were six couples and a threesome all fooling around in the mirrored room.  So much potential for a dog pile yet not a single hand strayed to the couple beside them.

After things cooled down a bit, I thanked Tim and Doreen and left them to themselves…and whoever might saunter by.  Out in the main play area I could hear Nora expressing pleasure rather distinctly.  I found her energetically fucking Frank with him on top clearly thrusting in just the right spot to elicit considerable pleasure.  Around the corner in the psychedelic room, I discovered Ron fucking Zelda, Franks’ dark, beautiful, very young partner.   Frank and Zelda and Ron and Nora had down a swap! I peered through a large peephole and watched Ron and Zelda fuck for a spell.  Then I went over just as Frank was pulling out of Nora and sat with them and chatted a while.  Nora made clear to me that she was dubious about fucking Frank as his body type did not appeal to her – he was on the larger side of men - but that he was a stellar performer!  She was a very satisfied woman and would definitely be interested in a repeat opportunity should the occasion arise. Frank said he had been coming to the club off and on for many years (something like 20 years) and was very vested in the alternative lifestyle scene and at one point heavily involved in the BDSM scene in the region.

A short while later I was returning to the play area and encountered Ron and Nora coming down the creaky wooden staircase. Ron smiled and asked if I wanted to go back up after giving him a bit of re-coop time. YES!  I asked him if he wanted to go get something to drink but he smiled and led me back upstairs (what happened to his re-coop time?).  We went straight to my favorite place on the froggie chair in the cool black-lit room.  We kissed for a moment and then I was up on the much loved froggie chair on my back sucking on his glorious cock while he enthusiastically finger fucked me until I reached one blissful climax after another.  He was almost instantly on my G-Spot and brought me to orgasm almost immediately and I amazingly ejaculated each time I reached that phenomenal pinnacle. This time it was easier for Ron and for myself to reach this spectacular state than it had been a few weeks earlier when he helped me discover that I had this incredible G-Spot capacity.  I have been told that the more G-Spot stimulation, the more G-Spot orgasms, the more squirting, the easier it becomes.  Ron was incredible with just the fingers of his right hand but his cock inside is magnificent as well! Ron thrust his big cock in and out of my pussy and I held on for the ride.   He brought me to another series of intense orgasms with only his cock – though not the same quality and caliber of orgasm as the one the G-Spot produces but truly desirable.  Ron switched back to bringing me to orgasm by exciting my G-Spot. I climaxed over and over again with an incredible new level of intensity.   And, while I can be vocal, I was exceedingly so during this encounter with Ron.  I surprised myself with a vocalization pattern and pitch that was unfamiliar to me and not at all subtle. And apparently, I was loudly enthusiastic enough to garner the attention of a number of people in the area…including Nora who mocked me for commenting on her cries of ecstasy earlier. When we left the play area the staff monitors commented on how incredibly great our sexual play sounded from their aural vantage.  I was a bit embarrassed and actually blushed which just got them all teasing me even more. 

Downstairs, I stood in front of the fireplace with Nora chatting and keeping warm.  Danny joined us in conversation that quickly turned into light flirting.  Noticing our interest in a peculiar tattoo on his chest, Danny explained its origins and unique history.  I innocently touched Danny on his various tats on his chest, arm and waist….all of which have stories.  I noticed a spark from Danny every time I touched him and thought, ‘ Hmmm, I could take this to another level if I wanted to.’ Ron came up and we were all talking, then Danny asked me to dance.  And I thought what the heck!  I wanted to explore and take advantage of invitations and opportunities so I accepted and off we went.  I was interested in seeing what Danny had to offer, but I was even more interested in exploring outside of Ron’s domain and establishing for myself that I could move forward and sideways independently. Ron is not possessive at all, but he does seem to dominate my time and I want to carve out space for my own continued sexual exploration. To Ron’s credit he has on several occasions encouraged me to explore with other men.  Ron is clear that this is only about the physical.

Danny and I danced a few songs, kissed on the dance floor and moved to the play area.  He chose a play space in my preferred room on the large bed adjacent to my favorite froggie chair.  Dorothy was lying back on the froggie chair being fucked hard by her partner Dillon.  As Danny and I settled in on the bed and began to play, Dorothy and Dillon deliberately moved onto the bed as well.  Interestingly they positioned themselves on the extreme side of their section of the bed closest to Danny and I.  I wondered if by their actions they were expressing interest in a four-way.  Danny was fucking me hard with deliberate rhythmic thrusts that were quite satisfying in tone and depth but lacked the rapidity and motion that would be required to really excite me. I watched Dorothy and Dillon – he was sitting next to me on his knees and she was lying on her back riding him with her hips gyrating purposefully with her legs on either side of Dillon.  Her toes were amazingly painted in a black light reflective color and shown brightly.  Occasionally my hand grazed one of them but without specific intent.  Though I noticed that there was a definite reaction each time I accidently brushed my fingers up against them.  I had never seen Dorothy or Dillon play with anyone else at the club and I wondered if they only played alone. And they had never made any sort of suggestive move in my direction though they had had ample opportunity, so I was not sure what to think.  But, I decided that while they might be fun to play with, I did not want to engage with them while being with Danny.  My mind wandered a bit and when I found myself contemplating the white ceiling and why it was white rather than psychedelically painted like the rest of the room I knew it was time to cut and run.  I told Danny that I needed to head out for some water.  Not taking the hint, Danny offered me his bottle of water.  Danny followed me out of the play area and asked “Are you done with me darlin’?”  And I turned around, said yes and kissed him square on the mouth and said thank you.

I joined a table full of people chatting about the night and relaxed for a while.  I mentioned that I thought the ceiling should be painted in some of the rooms because after all, what does one see when they are on their backs – which is not an unusual posture in the play area!  Though I had never noticed the white ceiling in that room before and I had done a lot of fucking in there! I got teased mercilessly for have such boring sex that I would even notice the ceiling.  To remedy the boring sex label, Ron and I headed back up into the play area for another round of great, earth shattering, orgasmic sex! 

During breakfast the next morning I had a nice time getting to know people a little bit better.  I was sitting at a table with Ron, Nora and Denise, someone I have chatted with on several occasions – usually in the play area watching other people fucking.  Denise asked about the prior night and if it was fun.  I paused and must have gotten a very odd look on my face because before I new it I was the center of a lot of teasing by all parties and I was blushing like crazy.  So I guess my face really does tell more than I know!  Dillon and Dorothy joined us, which was really nice.  It turned out that they live in my part of the state (as does Danny – In fact, Danny had even seen Nick and I in a restaurant just two weeks prior…I had no idea!).  As more people joined the table we all squeezed closer together and as is apt to happen, Ron’s hands began to wander over my body.  Nora noticed (she always notices) and smiled and said, “You have enough time to run upstairs if you two want to…”  And with that Ron and I headed off for our first morning fuck!

January 11th, Ellen’s Pavlovian Response

Our family took a getaway weekend to a nearby city where I have been to a hot and rockin’ swingers club several times.  I thought nothing of it…we would just have a nice family weekend and nothing more.  Maybe Nick and I would try to go to the club or maybe not. Nick had not yet been to this particular club and I had, so he was curious, but I did not feel like it held much attraction for me this weekend. Either way was fine….or so I thought.   As we drove toward the city I felt something awaken within me.  My respiration began to increase, becoming shallower as we neared the city.  I began fidgeting and feeling like I was about to crawl out of my skin.  It felt as if a creature inside was breathing deeply and snorting heatedly in extreme anticipation, butterflies began to flutter rapidly within, heat swelling inside me, desire and lust inexplicably building.  I could hardly contain myself in the front passenger seat as Nick drove and the children played in the backseat.  I was stunned by how strongly my desire unpredictably exposed itself.  I had no idea that I wanted to fuck so badly.  I thought that I had set aside the idea of a wild sex weekend.  Suddenly I found myself on the dangerous precipice of extreme sexual anticipation yet with a strong sense inhibition, reservation and relationship preservation for the rest of the weekend.  My reptilian being within was held at bay by the overwhelming essential desire to go slow and be slow with Nick on this weekend. 

We actually did go to the club and had a fun time being voyeurs and doing some light petting.  I only saw one couple when we first arrived that I thought was hot and would probably be dynamite to fuck. (They seemed to be regulars, so I sure hope our paths cross again!)  But, I felt that Nick and I were better off not engaging in something so heated that night.  For this visit, I was trying to put the brakes on a high-speed sex train and slow things down a bit to give Nick a chance to catch up. So, it was probably a good thing that I did not notice Ron and Nora were there as well (but Nick saw them and did not mention it to me for 2 days?!) or our nice quiet, supportive, take is slow night may have gone to hell in a hand basket!  You know what happens when Ron is around!

December 31st, New Year’s Eve with Nick

After Nick and I both went solo at the Swingers Club for an evening earlier in the week, we joined forces and enjoyed the club together as a couple for New Year’s Eve. This was our second visit to an adult social together and expectations were running high.  Nick felt like he really missed out by not being present when I squirted for the first time two days earlier and he wanted to get together with Ron for a ‘G-Spot/squirting lesson.’  The prospect of being the center of attention between my husband and Ron for a tutorial on how to give me a G-Spot orgasm and make me squirt was freaking me out!

Nick & Ellen

We arrived at the club around 6pm or so and got ourselves settled and ready for the evening.  I love dressing for the evening while at the club.  These days, I am gravitating toward sexy little dresses that are just not family friendly nor particularly street appropriate. On New Year’s Eve I was feeling bold!  I wore a fabulously hot, exceedingly short flowy, open-backed gold sequined dress, which was not technically a dress but actually lingerie purchased from Victoria’s Secret (the scandalized Victoria Secret sales women said that some girls were actually planning to wear the lingerie as a dress, GASP! – I did not have the heart to tell her that was exactly my plan as well.).  I also wore tasty pheromone-laden golden dust on all over my body so I literally shimmered.  Nick was enthralled and excited to see me in something so sexy and, unlike in years past, have the confidence to carry it off.  Over the past several months I learned that dressing provacatively is FUN in the extreme.  It is tantalizing, titillating and just plain exhilarating.  Being bold illicits boldness and makes for a flirty, sensual lead up to great sex.  Nick looked sexy in his black tux….the very same one that we married in 18 years earlier.

We enjoyed dinner with Kelly and Roger as well as another couple - an attractive tall blond woman who has been coming to the club off and on for years and her sexy newish partner, Tom, who had only been to the club a few times.  They were fun conversationalists, especially Tom who led an animated discussion on the value of daily masturbation.  There was a spark in Tom’s eye that interested me in a heated, mischievous sort of way.  I thought they might be a fun couple to swap with if Nick was interested.  After dinner Nick took the initiative and asked them if they would like to play with us and they enthusiastically said yes!  Tom was hot and looked like he would be a good fuck so I was eager in anticipation, while being a bit anxious about engaging in sex with another couple together with Nick since we had not yet played with others as a couple yet.

After dinner we danced but I told Nick that I wanted just free dancing and not a lot of hands on.  I am not big on being attached on the dance floor.  But….while dancing Ron came up behind me, grabbed my hips and gyrated and rubbed up against my barely covered ass, which I could not help but respond to – I always respond to Ron…the chemical cocktail he exudes I simply cannot ignore.  Nick was in front of me dancing and moved in for more explicit, naughty dancing as soon as he saw Ron thrusting behind me.  Both men enjoyed sandwiching me between them; hands on my thinly clad body and on my nearly naked backside and hips.   Suddenly they both slid off my pink lacey panties over my hips and down my legs while others on the dance floor and at the dinner tables looked on and cheered.  I think Nick even flung my panties around over his head.  Both Ron and Nick were having fun….as was I, but I could not help but blush.  The panties stayed off the rest of the night.  My dress was so short that leaning over slightly left me exposed…never mind walking up the stairs!  My pussy was ready for the taking.

Suddenly without warning, Nick asked Ron if he would join us in the play area and show him how to find my G-Spot and how to make me squirt.  It was early in the evening and the dancing had just begun.  I was a bit taken aback by how quickly Nick had moved.  Unfortunately, this put the other couple that Nick had approached on the sidelines.  I saw them dancing and told Tom that we wanted to play with them later but that we had something we needed to take care of.  Ron, Nora, Nick and I trekked upstairs to change into bedroom attire and move into the play area.  I did not change since my dress was lingerie in the first place and was only held up by a single hook and eye closure.  Nick wrapped a sarong around his waist and we were ready.

In the play area we headed toward my favorite froggie chair in the glowing psychedelic room.  There was no one else in the play area yet so we had the place to ourselves. We stopped just inside the room and stood next to the graffiti from two nights prior that declared ‘Ellen’s First Squirt!” Initially Ron tried to demonstrate for Nick how to pleasure my G-Spot while I was standing with my legs apart but I could not seem to keep my balance nor focus on what was going on between my legs and in my pussy.   And I became even less balanced and focused during Nick’s hands-on lesson. So I quickly dropped my dress and reverted to being on my back on the froggie chair.  In this position I tried to focus exclusively on the sensations inside my cunt and attempted to put aside the reality that Ron, Nora and Nick were literally standing over me discussing G-Spot orgasms in a practical, clinical and functional manner.  It was not altogether that sexy being the center of their attention!! Plus I felt HUGE anxiety knowing that I had squirted just 2 nights earlier with Ron – repeatedly - and that Nick very much wanted me to squirt for him and was a bit disappointed that I had reached that unbelievably intense sexual milestone without him!

G-Spot dildo by Crystal Wand

While lounging on my back with my eyes closed tight and my legs spread wide with my calves resting up in the air on stirrups, the G-Spot lesson continued.  It was a bit weird having a tutorial over the top of me. Ron could hit my G-Spot immediately, but I could not ejaculate as I was nowhere near relaxed enough.  Nick came within orgasmic range several times but was never quite on my G-Spot with precisely the right amount of digital pressure and adequately forceful thrusts.  It was something we would need to practice, no doubt about it! Ron and Nick used an ‘S’ shaped G-Spot dildo designed specifically to bring on G-Spot pleasure to try and get me to orgasm. Though I had no idea until later when I asked Nick that a sex toy was used at all…my only clue was feeling something cold inside me.  It is amazing what I missed while my eyes were closed!  I was wholly focused on sensations and trying to figure out how to help Nick make me come. Though given my newness to G-Spot orgasms and squirting I too was learning what worked and what did not for myself.  Though, given my tension and atmospheric anxiety, it was no wonder that Nick did not succeed in making me squirt.

Then suddenly and without warning, Ron thrust his big, hard cock inside me and was fucking me HARD.  It was incredible – but it pretty much always is with Ron…he is pleasurably endowed and uniquely talented.  Surprised, my eyes popped open briefly and right there was Nick watching as Ron vigorously pumped his cock in and out of my pussy.  Nick watched me arch my back and come forcefully several times.  Nick observed as my entire body responded enthusiastically to Ron.  I was so uncertain about what Nick’s reaction might be to watching another man fuck his wife.  I was perplexed about how it came to pass.  Later when I queried Nick, he explained to me that he indicated to Ron that he was welcome to fuck me, and not surprisingly, Ron stepped up to the plate to show off a bit (and yes, I do think there was a bit of a ‘look what I can make your wife do’ competition in play).   After bringing me to orgasm several times, Ron said, “Girl, you are soooo easy!” Of course, this was bravado on his part with my husband standing right there, which was really not necessary but it does seem to be something that men feel they must do – boast about their sexual prowess. I protested mildly and Ron continued by saying that, “being a slut around here is a good thing.” Nick had told me several times including before coming to the club that night that he wanted to watch me get fucked by another man.  Well he darn sure got that chance!  And, Nick said later that he very much enjoyed watching me fucking and being fucked and coming and writhing and bucking and so forth as I repeatedly reached orgasm at the hands (and cock) of another.

Throughout all of the above I did not want to open my eyes.  The few peeks I took freaked me out seeing my husband and another man over me. I shut my eyes and tried to disappear inside myself.  At one point while Ron was fucking me he and Nick had a conversation over the top of me about condom use and whether it was really necessary given that Ron gets tested regularly and has documentation to attest to his clean status.  Ron was hoping to get ‘husband approval’ to fuck me bareback.  While I think it would be magnificent to fuck Ron bareback, I have seen him fuck lots of other women some bareback and some not.  And I think I have seen his wife fuck a man that she just met bareback after the requisite exchange of “Are you clean?” “Yes, are you?” – maybe I am too much of a cynic, but who is going to answer that question in the negative??  And how many asymptomatic sexually transmitted infections (STIs) are out there?? Honestly, if you fuck one man bareback you are fucking all the women that he fucks bareback and all their partners and their partners’ partners.  And it only takes one person in that sexual network to cause a spiral of STI outbreaks.  Really the extended web of sexual playmates gets quite extensive rather swiftly. I am not saying I will never want to go the route of fluid bonding, but it does seem to be more risk that I want to accept.  My husband said that he was not supportive of my being with anyone bareback and I appreciate his backing considering I am not keen on taking the risk. Ron and I had already had this discussion several times in relation to ‘my boundaries’ – of which the loudest and most prominent boundary was and is required condom use.

After a couple of great orgasms with Ron we went back downstairs and left the play area for a break to refresh and recuperate. Nick and I chilled a bit and then headed back to the play area to fool around on our own.   He selected the large wide-open pit at the top of the stairs in the play area.  The pit had low white sofa –like cushions on two sides, jailor bars to peer into adjacent play areas on one side (a great spot for a voyeur to watch other couples or groups engaged in raucous sex) and a wide open cushioned flooring.  Nick seems to really like playing in the more exposed spaces…it must be the exhibitionist in him. We engaged in oral and penetrative sex for all to see…however I will take a pass on divulging the particulars, though Nick is welcome to share the details if he would like. 

Nick & Ellen getting naughty!

Back downstairs to ring in the New Year I stood between Ron and Nick.  As usual, Ron had his hands generously on my body - touching, rubbing and feeling me on my waist, ass, hips, back…all with the unambiguous suggestiveness of desire.    Nick clearly took note of Ron’s hands cruising my body and, I think, Nick felt slightly territorial.  Is it audacious for another man to have his sexually suggestive hands somewhat possessively on another man’s wife’s body?  Nick put his arm around me and pulled me in a bit. Ron graciously dampened his enthusiasm and while he did continue to touch me, he was far less aggressive, overt or lustful. Through out the night it was utterly apparent to Nick that Ron had his hands on me whenever, wherever and however he could manage it.  Ron is aggressively interested in my body no matter where I am!  I am like a magnet.  I was not entirely sure how Nick would react to seeing me near and sexually with a man that I enthusiastically and freely fuck whenever an opportunity presents itself and who has brought me such carnal pleasure and new sexual experiences.

After ringing in the New Year we were on the dance floor and a woman (the wife of Mark, whom I fucked at the Christmas Party – a very good fuck indeed)) leaned over and asked Nick to join a Gang Bang with some hot ladies as well as Mark (or maybe Mark extended the first invitation).  Nick asked if I could join and they said yes, but explained they were really aiming for a 2-1 male to female ratio implying that I had better bring some more men to the game if I was coming to play as well.  Nick had several amazing offers this evening and I felt that maybe he would enjoy himself more freely if I were not watching him play with other women.  So, I suggested to Nick that he we separate and he head to the play area with the Gang Bangers and I go off with Ron for a while on my own.  He agreed and Ron and I immediately headed up to the play area again.

Ron took me upstairs to the more public froggie chair – the one that people walk directly past as they circumnavigate the play area.  Anything and everything that happens on that froggie chair is wide open for anyone and everyone to see and it is easy for people to merely reach over (or in) and join the fun.  And I was wide open on this froggie chair for everyone to see being fucked relentlessly by Ron.  He fucked me long and hard and I came repeatedly like the multi-orgasmic woman that I am.  Given our location, many couples came by, several stopping to watch, others passing by in search of their own intimate play space.  The first couple to stop was an older black man with his white companion.  She smiled and watched as Ron fucked me and her partner, apparently a friend of Ron’s, complemented him on his ability to get me off so intensely and frequently.  The man leaned over and kissed me deeply and passionately on the mouth for a moment and then moved on.  Soon thereafter another couple came by – a woman with very attractive breasts (though almost certainly not originally hers) with beautifully pierced nipples. Her partner stood on my left side and watched her caressing and kneading my breasts from her vantage on my right.  She reached between my legs, which were generously spread open, and moved down to focus on my pussy.  Ron was fucking me with his cock and using a small vibrating bullet to make me come – with both hands she was spreading my labia as wide as they would go, almost to the point of being uncomfortably stretched open.  Then I think she slide her fingers inside my pussy while Ron continued to fuck me and worked on my G-Spot.  It felt so outright wicked that I could do nothing but crave more.  However, I was becoming aware of a stretching and pulling discomfort on my vulva and pussy. Meanwhile her partner had my hand on his cock rubbing himself.  Unexpectedly Ron asked him is he could “play with [his] girl.”  He said yes, Ron looked at me for an quasi approval (not to fuck her, but to leave me with her partner) and he moved to the bed nearest us and fucked her.  Her partner then proceeded to fuck me.  Annoyingly, I had to advise him three times to use a condom.  He pretended like he did not hear me until I sat up and moved away from him and said one last time that a condom was required.  He was not thrilled but complied.  He was too drunk to be much fun and the energy was all mine!  It really was not worth the effort…alcohol and sex combined is just not that enjoyable.  I was having more fun watching Ron fuck this man’s partner than I was with the cock inside me! Luckily an attractive voluptuous lady came by and began to caress, massage, suck, lick and nibble on my breasts and nipples.  She slid down between my legs and ate my pussy….it felt like silk caressing my vulva.  She was splendidly skillful with her mouth and tongue on my pussy.  I enjoyed running my hands over and around her breasts and reached back to find her partners cock inside his boxers.   He deliberately took my hand and slid it between her legs and onto her bare, exposed pussy.  I felt the softness and wetness of her pussy and her labia.

Soon after, Ron returned and declared that the drunken couple was just too far under the influence to be any fun for him either and we went downstairs for a break.   We found Nick leaning up against the back of a sofa, fireplace roaring behind him with porn steaming on a large screen TV in the background.  He was watching the Gang Bang in the pit.  I will let Nick tell you about the Gang Bang as I only caught the tail end of something that was surely lots of fun!

This was without a doubt the wildest and best New Years Eve ever.  Being fucked by three men and having two women play with my pussy was a great way to ring in the New Year!

Nick shared some interesting insights with me the next morning.  Nick said,

“I would never have been able to figure out that G-Spot thing on my own” this despite that fact that he is very well read.  As Nick accurately pointed out, following the instructions in the sex guidebooks and online were NOT necessarily going to hit my G-Spot and get me off.  Throw the soft and gentle touch out the window with the bath water!  I want and need, nay crave, vigorous and enthusiastic G-Spot stimulation.  Fuck me like you mean it!

Nick also said something to the effect of, “All my life I have thought that good sex meant gentle and soft but that is NOT what I have seen tonight in the play areas. There is serious hard pounding going on and women love it!”  YES!!!!  That is what I have been trying to get across for years.  There is a place for soft and gentle but more often than not, I want my brains fucked out!  Bring it on!!