May 10th, GB2 - AKA My Mother’s Day Present

For Mother’s Day my husband, who was out of the country, sent me off to the Swingers Club for a Gang Bang.  He arranged for a hotel room and made sure that my absolute favorite extracurricular sex partner and his wife would be present and told me to have a great time! Really!! No joke.  How many husbands would do that??  And OH what a GREAT time I had!

No sooner had I arrived at the club with Ron and Nora, we went upstairs and Nora said “Watch my wine!” and BAM she was off.  She headed straight into the fishbowl room – window and door wide open – and climbed onto the bed and started to play.  There were two couples already engaged in various sexual acts and one of the ladies was Madeline whom I saw most recently at the amazing Gang Bang in March.  Nora seemed to know everyone and she dove in headfirst.  I looked through the glass to see Nora leaning over Madeline kissing dark mustached Daryl while he thrust his fingers deeply and rhythmically in her pussy. Her pussy was on full display to those of us watching through the window. With his free hand Daryl was waving to Ron and I to join the party while his partner, Melanie, was ardently sucking his cock.  Ron asked if I wanted to join in…and yes, I did, but I wanted to finish my wine first and get my bearings. After a few minutes, Ron and I joined the group just as Daryl and Melanie were coming out for a break but they promised to come back soon.  We took their space on the bed and added a couple of towels to cover the immense wet spot Melanie had produced from her orgasmic squirting.

As I lay back, Ron went straight for my G-Spot and I was on cloud nine.  I felt a burst of intense pleasure emanate from my pussy and radiate through out my pelvic region.  Each G-Spot climax expanded the exquisite pleasure further and further through out my ravenous body.  I squirted with each climax adding to the already wet bed.  With six naked bodies on the bed it was a bit hard to keep track of everything going on!  Being Gang Bang night with a wide open door, there were horny men beginning to filter into the room. On the far side of the bed I could see that Nora was getting fucked over and over again by a variety of men.  She was clearly having a great time getting fucked hard by these men.  One man gently flogged her and she seemed to like it.  I was watching her be directive and telling men to “fuck” her and “give it to” her and to “let it loose now”.  It was intriguing and educational to watch her expressive enthusiasm and directive commands. 

Meanwhile Ron shifted to allow other men access to my body.  I was sandwiched between Madeline and the wall with Ron squeezed in between and his cock in my mouth.  Daryl and Melanie returned to the group and climbed onto the bed.  Daryl dove face first between my legs to eat my pussy.  Melanie was doggy style getting slammed hard by Ron.  Every few minutes Melanie would ask Daryl, “Can I come yet?”  And he would answer her with a simple, “No, not yet.”  And she would moan in frustration and continue fucking.  This exchange went on repeatedly, probably five or six times before Daryl said, “Yes, you can come.” And then Melanie had a great bucking climax and melted onto the belt and her partner completely sated.   I was intrigued by this unique dynamic between Daryl and Melissa.  She gave him the authority to allow or disallow her orgasms while fucking him or other people.  And she actually did as she was told like a good submissive would. I wondered who derived the greatest pleasure from the exchange – Melissa because she gave control of her sexual response to her partner and was at his mercy, or Daryl because he could control her pleasure while she fucked another man and could choose to give Melissa the permission she sought to orgasm or not.  I am not sure that I would wish to limit or restrict my carnal responses or submit control over something so raw and profoundly, savagely mine to another person.

In succession, three different men had a go at pleasing me orally and digitally.  Lamentably, I had fallen back into my cerebral self and was having a bit of trouble focusing on the pleasure that I could derive from their actions as opposed to the analytical exposition going on in my head of their sucking, licking, tonguing, and fingering techniques and degree of perceived pleasure received on my part resulting from each action.  With three men fingering and eating me back to back, it served as an interesting comparison.  Different facial hair – some soft, some tickly and some down right prickly; diverse mouth, lip and tongue textures – firm to nearly mushy, heated to almost undetectable, passionate to seemingly rote; distinctive size and shape fingers – slender and pokey to thick and brawny; and unique finger thrusting techniques all in such a close time proximity made for an interesting comparative study….only I was at a Swinger’s Club and was supposed to focus on pleasure and getting off!.  In all honesty, I lost myself in my mind and did not enjoy the moment for what it was.  It was pleasant but not earth shattering in any way.   A solid hard fuck by a big throbbing cock would have shaken me out of my head, but it was not yet to be and I was completely unable to ask for it!

I yearn for vaginal penetration by hard, sizeable, competent cocks that can fill my pussy and fuck me thoroughly and voraciously, repeatedly bringing me to climax until my body shutters and bucks with orgasmic rapture.  Even so, Ron’s fingers on my G-Spot and what he can do to my body with just his hand in my pussy is utterly irresistible and virtually the height of orgasmic ecstasy.  My G-Spot orgasms with Ron are absolute body-encompassing, phenomenal climactic events and the more I get, the more easily I climax and ejaculate, and the more I long for his fingers inside me.  I absolutely crave it.  No question about it.  But the majority of men do not come close to producing the utterly raw orgasmic response that Ron does – though a select few club fucks have come close. So, I generally am much happier to have a hard cock pounding away at my cunt than anonymous fingers exploring my pussy in vain.  And while oral on my pussy alone can be delightfully pleasant, it is almost unheard of to bring me to an orgasm…never mind anything earth shattering!

After a general lull in the action in the fishbowl, I disengaged with a man who had been sucking and fingering my pussy.  It was going nowhere for me with my mind in its cerebral state anyway.  We all decided to take a break and get a snack.  Ron and I headed to the shower to rinse off and then joined Nora and Madeline at the table.  As I sat down, Nora asked me how may cocks I had had and I said “None.”  She was shocked!!  I told her that my pussy had plenty of mouths and fingers, but NO cocks.  Nora knows that I love cock and that I am not ever entirely satiated without it.  We talked about strategies for how I can better communicate my need to get fucked to the men that are seeking to play with me.  Communication is phenomenally important especially in the world of non-monogamy – both with one’s spouse as well as with the potential plethora of extramural sex partners.  But, when I am fucking - one way or another – I have a brain disconnect that limits my ability to find the words I need to communicate an idea and then actually express myself.  Figuring out what I want, locating the words inside my head and then forming the words and getting them out of my mouth, significantly distracts me from the sexual act at hand and causes me to mentally disengage with the pleasure that I am experiencing.  And typically the pleasurable moment is irretrievably lost as a result. 

After our intermission we headed back upstairs.  Somewhere along the way I lost Ron and was navigating the scene as an apparent single woman. As a result the male and female attention that I garnered took a rather dramatic upswing almost instantaneously.  I had several attractive women approach me smiling flirtatiously asking about my leopard print sleeveless dress. I smiled warmly enjoying their attentions but was uninterested in a new bi-sexual experience on this night…I needed to get fucked by some hard cocks and Gang Bang night was an excellent night to do just that!  I leaned over the balcony rail scanning the writhing dance floor below and without preamble the black man next to me said, “You wanna go into a room with me and my buddy?”  While I appreciated his directness, it would have been nice if he had said a little more than essentially asking me if I would go fuck him.  And to be perfectly fair, I have fucked men just on the basis of having my legs spread and my juicy pussy open as an invitation and their hard condom-clad cocks being next in line.  I could not even tell you how many cocks were in my cunt or who they belonged to after the Gang Bang in March – so who am I to get picky about a man effectively asking me to fuck him and his friend? At least he was up front.  Maybe next time I will take up men on that kind of offer.  It is after all an honest proposal for a sexual exchange, which is what I am at the Club for in the first place.

When I turned to my left I saw Ron standing near.  He was happy to be by my side but is always also respectful and aware that I may wish to go off in my own direction when opportunities arise.  And at some point I am very likely to do just that, but Gang Bang night was not a night where I was comfortable being left to my own devices.  Gang Bang night is one where a trusted partner and his wife are valuable companions!  Ron and I decided to go find a room and get the Gang Bang ball rolling.  I also saw a tall intriguing 40-something man whose eyes easily revealed his attraction to me.  He wanted to introduce me to his wife…but she seemed not to be nearby – leaving me wondering if I was a potential playmate for his wife, for him or both.  He radiated an energy and feel that unquestionably peaked my interest.  I told him that Ron and I were going to find a room but that he and his wife were welcome to join us.  He smiled and leaned down a few inches and gave me a tempting, provocative kiss that sent a tingle directly to my groin.  He said he could not come without consulting his wife, which is perfectly laudable.  I hoped he would come, find and fuck me at some point in the evening!

Ron and I found a back windowless room that was freshly made and ready for a romp with two unopened condoms tossed onto the clean sheet. We deliberately left the door wide open.  As we entered the room and began disrobing there were people beginning to peer into the room to see what was on offer.  One man who had intermittently watched me engage with several men earlier in the evening entered the room and asked to watch again.  Ron and I both affirmed that he was welcome to watch.  With that he sat down on the chair in the room and shut the door.  Both Ron and I said, “No, we want the door open.” The man seemed a bit disoriented by our demand to leave the door open but then remained seated and began to watch us a bit like a live performance – which I suppose it was! Ron and I began to touch each other desirously, kissing passionately and grabbing hungrily and quickly lying back on the bed for a more thorough fuck.  Ron slid his fingers into my eager moist pussy and I was climaxing almost instantly, squirting and making my own wet spot on the clean sheets.  Ron brought my G-Spot to orgasm repeatedly and my entire body melted into the ecstatic sensation that emanated from inside my pussy and coursed through my entire body.  After allowing me to revel in the euphoric sensation, Ron moved around to taste my pussy and my recently released juices while allowing me access to his hard cock.  In this aptly named ‘69’ position we tasted, licked, nibbled and sucked each other.  His cock was engorged and my mouth eagerly took him inside.  My face and lips took pleasure in the feel of his cock rubbing up against my skin, which made me want to suck on him more and longer.  During all this I would glance toward the chair and door at sporadic intervals.  Curiously the man who asked to watch was there one minute, gone the next, back the next, and gone again.  He seemed to drift in and out of the door repeatedly and randomly.  It was most peculiar.  He had been invited to join in the sexual extravaganza earlier in the evening and had declined repeatedly.

Before I knew it, there were men asking to touch and fuck me.  Once again, I was baffled by events and cannot give an accurate accounting of what took place.  I know I was fucked a lot.  First, I know that Ron fucked me thoroughly and got the ball rolling.  I remember that Ron stayed with me on my right side and made sure that men wore condoms.  He also checked in with me often to make sure I was okay.  I am not sure when Nora joined us, but she was in the room as well but not on the bed, rather sitting in a chair next to the bed and door to the room.  She was sucking cocks to get them hard before they fucked me.  I recall that I had declined to give blowjobs.  I enjoy sucking on cocks, but I want to at least know whom they belong to before taking them in my mouth.  The Gang Bang scenario does not really give me that luxury. I could not even reliably say how many men I fucked never mind what they looked like or who they were!  I think the other club is much more conducive to me for wanting to take a man I have just met into my mouth.  This club seems a little bit edgy on the trust factor and I do not have a base level of trust in any of the men that line up at the door waiting for a fuck on Gang Bang night.

We were in a back upstairs room off a small hall nearest the ladies room. I was lying back on the spacious bed with my head toward to corner of the room and my pussy facing the open door with my legs spread wide while my pussy eagerly took one cock after another.  Afterward Ron told me that I was fucked nine times including him once and one guy twice.  I had no idea that I fucked the same guy twice. In all honesty, I can only remember a few of the more notable men.  The best anonymous fuck was a powerfully built Mexican guy that Ron and Nora knew and said was a good fuck.  His hard cock thrust vigorously and skillfully into my wanton pussy. I could feel his muscular arms and thighs beneath my fingers and hands as he road me hard.  He made my pussy grab his cock with pleasure and I climaxed forcefully several times. 

Another man wanted me to ask him to fuck me.  I did as he asked and he climbed on top and fucked me while always holding the condom on his penis.  He told me what a “bad girl” I was while he smiled and jammed his cock in and out of my pussy.  Because he was holding his hand between my body and his, rather than feel him fucking me I felt his knuckles rammed up against my pussy.  It was not the greatest sensation but I suppose he was afraid the condom might fall off or something.  In any event, he was a short-lived fuck and climaxed exceedingly swiftly. 

I can still smell the coconut fragrance from a diminutive, sinewy Polynesian man with long black hair.  He fucked me with a physical intensity and tangible proximity that was not present with the other unknown men.  My hands explored his muscular back, arms and thighs and my tactile senses were intrigued by his unique vigor that I could feel just by touching his body. He seemed astonished that I actually spoke with him briefly while he was ramming his cock into me to tell him that he smelled exotic and tropical.  He did not respond but fucked me harder until he climaxed.  And then he buried his face in my hair at the crook of the right side of my neck and ravenously kissed and nuzzled my neck – long enough for me to briefly wonder if he was going to leave a mark - and then he hastily disengaged and left directly. He was unique in the anonymous series being the only man to share any physical touch that could be perceived as affectionate…even if fleeting.

I think the last fuck in the series was a man who referred to himself as Randy Rabbit (obviously a pseudonym). Nora had fucked him earlier in the evening and by all appearances had a good time.  And now it was my turn.  He liked to be chatty while fucking away.  I, for one, am not a good talker while being fucked.  It distracts from my orgasmic focus.  But he was feeling social and was chatting away. It was a nice fuck but because I could not lose myself in my head due to all the talking, I could not take myself to that blissfully ecstatic carnal place where I longed to reside.

At one point an older gentlemen (whom I did not fuck but who did taste my pussy and awkwardly rammed his fingers inside my cunt with less than desirable skill) asked me what my Gang Bang record was.  I thought it was a bit of an odd question because I had never really considered myself fucking a series of men for a numerical goal, per se.   I suppose it was kind of like asking me how big of a slut I am and his voice did reveal a hint of the slightest edge of a derogatory tone when he asked.  But, honestly, I do not look at it in those terms at all.  I love to be well and truly fucked and I usually find myself wanting more and more even after I am fucked silly.  So, for me the adage of ‘the more the merrier’ is totally true.  I love the idea of being fucked over and over and over and over again by as many men as can continue to bring me to orgasm. My orgasms just seem to build on each other over the course of an evening and now I realize just how earth shattering they can get if I keep on fucking!   Each sexual encounter is a prelude to even better orgasms because my body just becomes more ramped up and utterly lascivious.  And my recent discovery of the insanely carnal pleasures of Gang Bang fucking is overwhelming.  I enjoy being fucked by men with hard libidinous cocks that I do not know, one after the other.  There is no need for niceties and formalities, just hard enthusiastic cocks to fill my fantastically orgasmically hungry pussy.  Gang Bangs have been a powerful sexual fantasy for me for as long as I can remember. 

But, all good things must come to an end.  I decided to call quits to the sexual extravaganza as a foreign man was waiting for a turn but refusing to comply with the nudity requirement.  If I am naked and fucking, the owner of the cock must also be naked.  I heard Nora explain several times to this man that he must undress.  He seemed to either ignore her or simply not understand.  Whatever the case, I did not wish to engage with him – clothed or not.  Additionally there was another man waiting in the wings and either Ron or Nora asked him if he was going to take a turn with me.  He said something to the effect of, “I am still considering it.”  Well, if a man is ambivalent about fucking me then he is not fucking me.  I am not waiting around while he debates his options.  Either fuck me now or move on!  My pussy and I are not catering to the undecided.  So, that was that.

Ron, Nora and I headed back to the same funky, functional motel after the Gang Bang.  And after a quick shower, we all settled in for the night in the king size bed with Ron firmly ensconced in the middle of Nora and myself.  “Settle in” might not be the best term since really Ron and I, with our almost electric physical chemistry, embarked on an immediate exceptional middle of the night fuck.  While I had, no doubt, been soundly fucked by an extensive variety of men and their generous cocks during the evening at the club, my body continued to pulse with an unrelenting desire and my pussy was raring to go for more, more, more.  Ron’s touch on my G-Spot sent my body singing with carnal euphoria and his full-bodied cock thrusting in my greedy pussy was the perfect night cap to an already robust sexual evening.  My senses still heightened from the evening’s sexcapades, I climaxed immediately and repeatedly. Try as I might to be still and quiet while Ron fucked me next to his sleeping wife, I was not especially successful.  I am baffled at her ability to sleep through our sexploits, though on this particular night, I was not entirely sure that she did sleep.

After a few hours of light sleep we woke for the day and Ron aroused my pussy with hot coffee kisses directly on my vulva and clitoris.  It was a bizarrely erotic and at times a physically heated sensation, and one that I took pleasure in.  Of course, I enjoyed it more given that it was followed up by a stellar morning fuck! What a phenomenal way to launch a fresh day.  And what an amazing Mother's Day gift from my husband!

April 26th

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April 6th, Leather Night

The decision to go out was last minute and I was not 100% sure until about two hours before I left the house.  I was dubious that it would work out with Nick and did not mention to anyone that I might be able to go to the club that night.  As a result everyone was taken by surprise by my appearance.  I arrived to an unusually calm and quiet club. Where was everyone??  I went up to the sleeping room and deposited my stuff and started to dress for the evening.  Being Leather Night, my outfit was a repeat of what I wore on Gang Bang Night at the other club a month earlier.  At that time I had been certain that I would not be able to attend Leather Night on this evening so I went ahead and wore my sexy black vegan leather dress then.  But to my surprise I got another chance!

I was crouched down digging through my overnight bag when Ron and Nora walked into the room fresh from the shower.  Both were pleasantly surprised to see me and were warmly and enthusiastically welcoming. I felt like I was with genuine friends and very much appreciated their genuine concern over a health issue that had overwhelmed me a few weeks earlier.  Needless to say Ron was exponentially more physically demonstrative than one’s average friend – kissing, hugging and touching…definitely a friend with extended benefits!  And I was really looking forward to exploring those extended benefits later in the night!

After dressing for the evening, Ron and I got so sexually aroused just chatting with each other that we took off for what became my very first per-dinner fuck at the Club.  Since we were both dressed (and street clothes are forbidden in the play areas) we headed to the froggie chair located near the fireplace and large screen porn-streaming television…just outside of the clothing restricted play zones. We dropped our clothing at the froggie chair in the dungeon-like niche and ravenously consumed one another.  As usual, Ron had my G-Spot singing and squirting in no time flat while I sucked his cock.  He fucked me hard…my pussy felt exquisitely full and responded with splendid – though not all encompassing – orgasms.  It was a fantastic opening fuck that held tremendous promise for an evening full of sexual escapades and took the sharp edge off my insatiable pent up desire and allowed me to have a pleasant dinner and social evening without crawling the walls with lustful desire. 

I joined Ron and Nora at a table next to the dance floor for dinner.  Vicky who I had not seen in many months joined us for dinner.  I knew instantly by Vicky’s presence that Bill was near and that they were slated to share the evening.  I had known since the first time I met Vicky on Halloween night that she was at the top of Bill’s line up.  Bill had just returned to the US after six months overseas. I had had little communication with him lately and dwindling communication for a while despite the fact that we had shared a great deal of intimate bits about ourselves with each other – though I probably did more of the sharing…and in hind site I would say that I was too open and honest in that promising friendship.  We had both pulled back from our deep conversations and budding friendship over the last several months, especially after his wife, Kelly, started to take significant issue with me and my interactions with Ron.  I credit Bill and Kelly for introducing me to this Lifestyle and I could not be more appreciative.  I am deeply sorry that our connections and friendships took such a tenuous direction. I truly miss Bills’ friendship and regret the blandly neutral space into which we have regrettably slipped.  I had given considerable effort to trying to be friends with his wife, Kelly, and for a brief period of time I had truly, truly thought we were becoming friends.  In all honesty, these two formerly promising and currently, utterly floundering – if not unreservedly lifeless - relationships left me feeling oddly mournful.

On this night, Bill and Kelly arrived to find Vicky sitting with us (Ron, Nora and myself) for dinner.  Bill greeted her, said hello to me with a brief cursory hug and took Vicky away to another table.  Bill and Kelly did not know that I would be present and I had zero expectation.  Though it was peculiarly unsettling for me to be present in a room with Bill having shared so deeply with him over the last 6 months - a connection that I miss considerably. However, frankly, given Kelly’s recent reactions to me, I, without a doubt, felt like distance would be best anyway. But, given the attraction that Bill and I felt when we met each other last September and the depth with which he knows me from our instant messaging over the months, I felt this was all strikingly sad.  Later while dancing alone, Kelly approached me and said, “Bill said you were not coming tonight.”  And I responded, “I was not supposed to come.  It was very last minute.” And she was gone. Actually I almost did not come specifically because Bill and Kelly would be present, but I thought that was an absurdity and put it aside.

Dan and Jill joined our diner table.  It was their first time visiting the club and they were brand new to the Lifestyle.  The three of us did our best to be welcoming and take Dan and Jill under our wing.  It was the first time I had had the opportunity to get to know a couple completely new to the Lifestyle.  And I felt the oddest desire to help usher them into a new world of open, honest pleasure.  Despite ourselves, Nora, Ron and I managed to have Jill blushing profusely with our conversation.  Nora made sure to tell Jill, an attractive slender blond mother of two young children, that Ron was very good and would be happy to help shepherd her into the Lifestyle.  I confirmed that he would be an excellent way to start since he was really talented at pleasing women sexually!  Through out dinner and dancing, I spent time chatting and flirting with the new couple.  I was not super attracted to burly Dan, though he seemed like a very nice, somewhat cuddly man, but I thought it could be fun to see what it was like helping a brand new couple enter the Lifestyle.  I shifted to sit next to Jill and talked to her about my Lifestyle experiences and how incredibly fun everything has been for me.  I told her how safe and affirming I found the environment at this particular Club and how it was such a great place to delve in!  While I was away from the table briefly, Dan approached me and said that he knew that Jill wanted to engage but was shy and inquired about whether Ron and I would be willing to play with them as a couple if he could get her brave enough.  I responded in the affirmative and shortly thereafter informed Ron about the request.  Needless, to say Ron was gung ho.  Ron is pretty much always gung ho and seems to be even more so when new women are exploring the Lifestyle.  Shortly after returning to the table, with Ron at my side, Dan asked if the four of us could go play…..and we were off!

Nora, Ron’s wife, had already headed out with Frank to have a great fuck….or at least it looked and sounded like a great fuck from a voyeurs perspective!  Frank and Nora had teamed up on a previous night at the Club when he was accompanied by a beautiful young, sexy black woman – who apparently referred to Ron as an “animal” she loved fucking him so much! And I would have to concur with her enthusiasm for Ron’s sexual prowess!

Dan, Jill, Ron and I settled into an upper berth, which afforded about as much space as two double beds.  On the way to the play area, I had inquired about Jill’s bi-preferences…she did nothing but blush copiously without offering any explanation about what she might like or not.  Now, I still classify myself as bi-curious, but do light play with women – mostly caressing, kissing and nibbling and sucking on breasts...I have not yet garnered the nerve to delve below the belt beyond lightly grazing a woman’s vulva with my hand.  Anyway, I was exceedingly respectful of her profuse ambiguity and limited myself to caressing her body for the entirety of our play with some light kissing while her partner and Ron began to alternately pleasure her.  Dan was finger fucking her while Ron was kissing her and sucking on her breasts. Dan and Ron shifted roles throughout our play to enhance Jill’s pleasure.  She kept her eyes tightly closed for the duration but as time passed her body responded more and more to the sexual stimulus that could not be ignored.  With the hands of three people on her body she was becoming overwhelmed with sensation that eventually erupted in what appeared to be rather intense orgasms.

Of and on throughout our play, Dan was kissing me passionately and periodically fingering me and I was stroking his cock.  However, he was highly attuned to Jill and her every signal.  As her moans began to intensify and her pleasure became glaringly apparent, Dan’s focus on her increased and his interest in any sort of play with me declined.  Dan flinched every time she emitted a change in her vocalization.  At one point his rock hard cock was in my hand and Jill’s moans altered in tone and Dan’s erection departed as quickly as it had emerged. He was consumed with ensuring Jill was safe, secure, happy and elated!  It was so curious for me to observe Dan’s sexual responses as Jill garnered pleasure from Ron.  He was completely committed to (and perhaps even anxious) ensuring that Jill enjoyed herself and wanted to engage more with the Lifestyle. Ron finger fucked her and she squirted with intense pleasure.  She and Dan expressed surprise over the wet spot she produced on the bed. 

Nora and Frank passed by and watched our play with the new couple for a bit and expressed desire to go enjoy the Sybian sex machines that were available to ride.  Honestly, I was a bit ambivalent about these toys…but I knew Nick would think I was insane for passing up the opportunity to try them out!  So, Nora and Frank were waiting for Ron and I to finish up our play session with Dan and Jill.  Being chatty, Nora asked me how I was with everything with the new couple and as usual she could read me like a book!  I was bored!  Helping this new couple was fun, but now I was ready to move on to my own pleasure and some serious fucking!!  Nora and Frank headed off for a while and I turned my attention back to Dan and Jill. 

Before I knew it, Nora and Frank were back.  This time, both Ron and I turned to chat with them while Dan and Jill finally fucked each other!  Nora was enthusiastically eager to avail herself of the sex machines on offer, so Ron suggested I lend a hand to Dan so he could reach a speedier climax with Jill thus allowing Ron and I the opportunity to gracefully depart their company and join Nora on the sex machine expedition.  So, I did – massaging his balls and shaft from behind as he plunged in and out of his partner. Dan came quickly inside Jill’s cunt with this additional external stimulation from me.  And bam!  Ron and I headed out for the sex toys with Nora and Fred!

There were two Sybian units.  I climbed on one and Nora on the other.  We were straddling the sex machines next to each other with our shoulders nearly touching.   As the unit’s small, hard quasi-cock like feature entered my pussy I felt a distinctly un-cock like feel of the internal portion of the toy.  It lacked the size, girth, warmth and flexibility of a real member.  As I lowered myself to rest my clit over the vibrating portion of the machine I could feel the internal wand moving around and around inside me.  I amplified the vibration on my clit and instantaneously found it to be on the verge of too much sensation.  The combination between the swirling faux cock inside my cunt and the inflexible unforgiving vibration on my clit was overly stimulating in a way that was an amalgamation of excessive discomfort and escalating pleasure all in one.  I could not take the extreme stimulation for long even though I held the controls to the machine in my hand and could increase or decrease the intensity at will.  I simply could not focus on anything but the powerful vibration between my legs and was utterly unable to manage the controls…it was a sensory overload in the extreme.  I found myself desperately wanting off the machine while at the same time being on the verge of a potentially intense unfamiliar orgasm. I held out for the orgasm.  It was not a rolling body encompassing exquisitely intense orgasm to which I have become accustomed.  Rather it was almost a violent orgasmic event that left me jarred and discombobulated.  I can’t say that I liked it and I can’t say that I did not like it.  It was unequivocally unique and definitely something I would be interested in trying again!

After coming down from the extreme overstimulation by the Sybian sex machine, I found myself to be pretty well prepped for a hard-core, real life fuck!  The machines significantly aroused a deep sexual craving within and I was enormously randy!  Fortunately, Ron was too.  I imagine watching his wife and me simultaneously get off on Sybian sex machines was a major aphrodisiac.  Ron took me straight into the play area and we staked claim on the most open and exposed of froggie chairs.  I climbed up and was subjected to a superb, powerful physical adventure in fucking.  My desire had been building all night to the point that Ron hardly had to touch me and I was climaxing.  He used his fingers and his cock expertly as always.  Couples passing by stopped to part take in the pleasure by caressing my body and pinching my nipples as Ron rammed his cock into me hard and unrelentingly.  My orgasms flowed one after the other with ever increasing intensity and my body responded strongly and forcefully. My climactic moans and less subtle vocalizations reverberated through out the upstairs play area attracting voyeuristic attention.  My orgasms felt wild and unadulterated.  I was surprised to open my eyes to see several couples watching us fucking and seeing me in an utterly raw, exposed orgasmic state.

Recovery – both physical and emotional - from this wild and crazy sexual extravaganza took me some time.  I wandered off on my own to find my equilibrium, and eventually on Ron’s invitation, joined Ron, Nora, Vicky, Bill and Kelly in a nice chat.  I had been avoiding the group of friends because I did not want make anyone uncomfortable or give Kelly any reason to be further antagonized by me.  It was nice to chat with them all.  I was curious to watch Bill in conversation as I only really knew him from our on-line friendship and it was compelling to observe his sharp wit and conversational reactions in person.

When Vicky announced that she needed to head home, the rest of us headed off to our various sleeping locations within the club.  Finding our designated sleeping room to be down right arctic, Ron, Nora and I headed into the sultry, warm play area and secured a bed in the room with the mirrored ceilings.  Ron took the middle, sandwiched between his wife and myself.  Though tired, neither Ron nor I were completely sated despite the extraordinarily orgasmic sexual episode in the froggie chair earlier in the evening.  Lust was brewing and the proximity of our bodies made it impossible to ignore our carnal impulses.  Despite the nocturnal hour, Ron and I began touching indulgently, fondling sensually, stroking ardently, kissing passionately - going from zero to one hundred with the speed of light.   Our fervor was mounting and our lustful desires were undeniable.   

On my request we shifted into the adjacent psychedelic room so as not to disturb Nora’s rest, though it was unnecessary since she can apparently sleep through just about anything!  With frenzied exigency and lascivious infatuation, Ron and I were entwined in an erotic, carnal embrace that flowed and shifted continuously without loss of contact.   Positions fluid, our bodies melding into each other with each new movement. Ron’s heated touch was titillating and my desire grew exponentially.  I was insanely desirous and urgently wanted to feel Ron’s cock fill me wholly.  But, for the first time in our many months of sexual encounters, Ron chose to deprive me of the satisfaction of the penetration that I so longed for.  This prolonged teasing with his finger fucking me to squirting orgasms and touching my body through and through led me to a sheer height of desire that I have not felt in many, many years.  I was utterly wanton in my desire and the erotic teasing was so intense that my pussy was literally aching to take him inside me.  I can think of no better way of encouraging me to beg, nay plead, for more than to leave me at the utter height of desire.  Ron had securely entangled me in the fine erotic web of sheer, unrestrained wantonness. And with that we joined Nora and slept a few brief hours.

As the morning light crept through the windows, I woke with an aching, full body desire to fuck and be fuck! I did not wish to disturb Nora and Ron who were cuddled up intimately in slumber.  However, my libidinous desire emanated from the depths of my being and reverberated throughout the room causing Ron to stir, roll over and begin to caress my already fully charged, ready and more than willing body.  Ron and I quickly dispatched ourselves to the nearest froggie chair and had an extended, immensely delightful, thoroughly orgasmic fuck.  As is his custom, Ron brought me to climax over and over again.  My cries of passion and moans of pleasure created a sultry din that echoed throughout the play area and left a palpable sexual infusion in the air.

It was an amazing way to start a new day!  Contented, sated and sexually gratified for the moment, I enjoyed a wholesome breakfast with Bill, Kelly, Ron and Nora.  Again, I did my best to keep my distance from Ron while Kelly was near so as not to run the risk of upsetting her.  Likewise, despite sitting next to Bill, I did my best to keep my enthusiasm in check and my energy distant.  This despite my wanting to talk with him since, despite everything, it still seemed like such a natural thing to do after months of getting to know one another through Skype Instant Messaging.  The group conversation was optimistic and positive all the way around with only an occasional hint of edginess.  It was the nicest post-coital breakfast among new friends that I had yet experienced at the club.  Life is good.