It has been 75 days since I was at an adult club. The
abstention was partly by choice, influenced by busy summer schedules and accommodating
delayed health care needs, but honestly it was largely a function of uncertainty
on my part. My reaction to the events of late May was to hunker down and
retreat. I kept my head down and
avoided much in the way of engagement on many fronts. It really wasn’t until a couple weeks ago
when I started to feel excited about the possibility of going out. Nick had met a woman and had been frequenting
the club with some regularity and I was FINALLY feeling like I wanted to go
out, let loose, and return to my new normal me.
Nick took the children camping for the weekend so I was blessed
to have two whole nights to relax, enjoy myself, reconnect with my sexual self
and unleash the orgasmic beast within – the same one that had mostly been in
hiding deep within the recesses of my mind for most of the summer.
I had a tranquil day unwinding as I meandered around slowly
heading south to the evening’s activities, hitting the summer sales on the way
and catching a flick at the local cinema.
I ended up watching a movie which I had mistakenly taken for an
uplifting romance – though I had no idea until the movie started that it was a
Woody Allen film….I must investigate better before choosing a film next time.
Woody Allen irks me with his predictable rhythms and deliberate cadence. And there is nothing uplifting about
Woody Allen material.
As the evening turned into night, Ron and Nora arrived at our
usual motel. My room was number 69 and sported a spacious king size bed. How unbelievably appropriate! We had
not seen each other since my last club outing – 75 days ago - so I was excited
and yet oddly nervous to see them.
Nervous? Yes, but I could
not put my finger on why I was nervous. Maybe it was a function of my
anticipation….or even an unexplained trepidation. This night was a night of reuniting with sexual playmates
and friends after a long break, getting back into the free wheeling sex club
scene, rehabilitating my bruised psyche, and reestablishing the essential
nature of my being in the titillating world of non-monogamy.
After warm and fuzzy hugs all the way around, our
combustible desire ignited and Ron and I simply could not keep our hands off
one another. We started kissing and touching, tentatively at first and then
with more urgency. His body was as
enticing as ever; his erection visually and physically evident, bulging in his
jeans. Just the sight of his hard
cock – even constrained by clothing – was a huge turn on for me resulting in
fluttering in my groin as my wet pussy yearned for contact and my vulva began to
pulse. I wanted to fuck him straightaway.
Nora and Ron both suggested that we forgo the club entirely
and just stay in the motel. After
all, we were very eager to get straight to the intimate sexual part of our time
together and really, what difference did it make where we fucked? However, Nick and I had not yet reach
consensus that staying in a motel with one’s lover (and his wife in my case)
for a night of exquisite fucking, as opposed to a night of raucous public fucking
in a swingers’ club with a potentially diverse group of partners (followed by a
hotel stay), was acceptable. And this was exceptionally poignant in that just
the previous weekend, Nick had done just that (another story that perhaps Nick
will share on his blog) without prior consultation with me. Unlike Nick, I choose to insist that we
go out to the club as planned.
Both Nora and Ron were game but I definitely sensed that Ron would
rather have stayed at the motel for a night of sexual reconnection. Honestly, I
would rather have stayed in the motel and gotten down to business. Of course,
we had the option of immediate sexual gratification in the motel – and we came
close - and then going out….but if we did that I did not believe for a second
we would ever actually leave the motel!
I slipped into my faux black leather dress and sexy new
black heels and we were off. I was
enthusiastic and rearing to go for a relaxing sex-filled night – along with my self-inflicted
residual reluctance, hesitancy and timidity that I desperately sought to
expunge. I urgently wanted to get
back to the secure, confident, safe non-monogamous place that I had thoroughly enjoyed
in the pre-Fabio and pre-aftermath world.
As soon as we arrived at the club, we discovered Kyle and
Sabrina fucking away in one of the upstairs rooms with yet another couple that
Ron and Nora had reportedly introduced into the Lifestyle a few months earlier.
I had seen them many times at the club since I first encountered them in
January. And there had been mutual
flirting and definite interest every time. I liked the way Kyle’s eyes roam
across my body when we meet. But
darn if our schedules just did not seem to line up! They arrive early, fuck
early and leave early - always as far as I can tell. We continuously seem to discover them enthusiastically embroiled
in a sexy full swap scenario or just finishing up! This time both Nora and I had drinks in our hands and we
were loath to put them down after what had happened to Kelly the previous
month. (Side note: Kelly was at the same club and someone slipped something into
her drink. By her own account, she became an insanely sexual animal and fucked
like crazy for a period of time before becoming nearly incapacitated.)
After saying hello to Kyle and Sabrina we wandered through
the upstairs. Ron and I were more
than ready to go find a place to play. The fishbowl was enticingly vacant and an absolute favorite
for my exhibitionist tendencies, but Ron suggested that we find a room where we
could be alone. I had really been
looking forward to one on one time with Ron and I imagine since he knew this
that he was trying to accommodate my desires. Because honestly, I find it to be a little out of his
character to turn down a play space that opens the door (and window) to a
broader sexual party as the fishbowl so aptly does and allows for considerable
exhibitionist satisfaction. I
would have been fine either way. I
just could not wait to feel Ron’s amazing cock deep within my body and his
magical fingers in my cunt bringing me absolutely blissful G-Spot orgasms. I desperately
wanted Ron to fuck me royally, long and hard, until I could come no
more….though, truthfully, I have yet to find that orgasmic limit. Maybe there is no limit to my orgasmic
potential!! Ok, maybe that is waaaay overly optimistic, but so far, I have not
found myself unable to reach that phenomenal orgasmic state at the end of a
busy fucking night, rather I seem to just want to climax more, which is part of
why I just love this Lifestyle and the club environment. It is also probably why I enjoy Gang
Bangs so, so much.
Ron and I chose the first room on the left in the backside
of the club on the first floor, just off the dining area. We did not draw the curtain so
voyeuristic diners had the option of enjoying our sexual display while they
ate. Ron’s magic fingers brought
me to unparalleled G-Spot orgasms almost instantly. We were a tumble of passionate kissing, grasping and
touching, enthusiastic licking, ravenous sucking and thoroughly delighting in
each other’s bodies and erotic attentions and intentions. It had been a long time since we had
merged sexually and I was famished for Ron’s particular energies and sexual
prowess. Every man delights me in
different ways – some far more intensely than others – but Ron consistently
pleasures me in unbelievably addictive ways. I always want more.
When we decided to come up for air and find Nora, we were
drenched and definitely needed a shower.
The showers were not far from our play space, just a short walk through
the dining area. Club rules dictate that women must always wear shoes so I slipped
on my sexy new black heels endowed with metal decorations that matched the
leather choker I was wearing. I
checked my physical insecurities and self-consciousness and took a deep
breath. Dressed only in a black leather-studded
choker and heels, I picked up my dress and walked through the dining area
toward the shower. Another first,
I had never before found the cojoñes to walk through this club in the nude
before – never mind the dining area!
But, my life has been full of firsts – sexual and otherwise – this last
year. With each first, I find a new lightness of being.
I did not make it to the shower as nearly quickly as I had
anticipated. Kyle and Sabrina were
directly in my path talking with
Nora and others and preparing to depart the club. They stopped me with an overly appreciative visual appraisal
of my current state – nude, in heels and very obviously freshly and thoroughly
fucked! Kyle and Sabrina asked me
again to get in touch with them, as they were eager to play as well. (Note to self: I have got to find their
card and contact information!)
Kyle gave me a little hug and lightly tongue-endowed kiss as a good-bye. I gazed at his playful eyes, smiled a
broad devilish smile while standing there completely nude in front of him. My more suggestive stance led to a more
intimate, deep, tantalizingly suggestive kiss. The sparkle in Kyle’s eye and that last kiss held some very naughty,
enticing promise. I would have to
work harder to meet up with them to play sometime soon.
After a warm, slippery, soapy shower, Ron and I emerged dripping
to discover an attractive twenty-something young woman busily primping in the
mirror. She looked at us with and
awed expression and said, “Wow, you two are glowing!” She continued on with a
series of statements about how obvious it was that Ron and I enjoyed each other
sexually and how we radiated with desire and palpable pheromones. I was a bit taken aback by her unusual forwardness
and I could not decide if she was hitting on us as a sexual pair, on Ron or
just being friendly. Her
conversation traversed into provocative territory, an exchange in which one
does not often travel in a sex club without premeditated mischievous intent. However, her body language and general
vibes did not seem to support the necessary physical intent, despite the
conversational prelude, that would be necessary to take it to another
level. She did say something to
the effect of ‘who do I have to blow to get a vodka martini?’ So, I am sure
that you can guess who then produced a vodka martini! Unfortunately Ron did not get the hoped for blow job….from
her, that is.
Shortly thereafter, we rounded the corner and saw Madeline
and her partner, Ben, whom I had not met previously. Mary was vivacious and fun to be around as always. The four of us went in search of Nora
so we could all play together but Nora had disappeared into a back room and all
the doors were closed. Another
Club rule – never open a closed door in a play space. We knew Nora was back there behind a closed door and we
could hear her sexual exclamations but we could not for the life of us identify
which door she was behind!
Eventually we gave up and went upstairs in hopes that the fishbowl was available
for play.
And it was!
Mary and Ben began playing and Ron and I picked up where we had left
off. Before we knew it Nora climbed
through the window and joined the pile of writhing bodies. I enjoyed listening as Mary and Nora
were pleasured. I liked touching Mary
as the men in the room pleasured her orally and digitally. Her sounds of obvious pleasure were
contagious.
While we were
on the fishbowl, I realized there was a man standing a respectful distance from
the door watching Ron and I. I
wondered if he wanted to join the fun, but he gave no signal other than intent,
stone-faced observation. Not a
smile or a glint in his eye – nothing at all to indicate that he was eager and
enthusiastic. Interestingly, I
watched this man watching Ron and I the entire night. Ron noticed him as
well. He was always just a few
feet away watching us. Possibly
longing to play but unsure how to engage?
If he had asked I would have welcomed him warmly and fucked him eagerly,
but something held me back from initiating. Despite the great sex of the evening, I was feeling reserved
and inhibited – more so than my normal self, perhaps even less
enthusiastic. I am sure that
Ron could feel it. It permeated me
and I was working hard to move through it.
Toward the end of the fishbowl extravaganza I leaned over
and kissed Mary. Even though I am still somewhat on the fence in terms of my
sexual interest in women, I do enjoy kissing women, especially when they are
being fucked. I also like
caressing women’s breasts and every so often I delight in sucking and nibbling
on gorgeous erect nipples. Beyond that the jury is still out.
Midnight snack time rolled around and Ron, Nora, Madeline
and Ben headed to the buffet for sustenance. Unfortunately, after a night of fucking, food did NOT appeal
to me in the slightest. I tried to
hang out with them and be social while they were eating, but I just could not
stomach the sight and smell of food and I really did not want to sit down…I
needed to keep moving. So instead,
I went trolling upstairs. The attention and interest I garnered from men when I
was on my own was truly remarkable on this particular evening. However, by this point in the night the
consumption of alcohol limited my options of would be suitors. When a man flirtatiously approached me
and ask me to play and a waft of strong alcohol smacked me directly in the
face, I could only respond in the negative. The thing is, if they had not been drinking enough to whack
me in the face with fumes, I would probably have said yes. Because, I would have enjoyed fucking
more men and exploring more because every man’s sexual style and physical
attributes are decidedly different and I had no real way to judge the magnitude
of pleasure a man could bring me without actually doing the needful and fucking
him. Feeling the magnetic quality
of his energy (or lack thereof) though pre-coitus touching can be helpful but
was still not an accurate way to predict potential sexual gratification. Since the beginning of my journey in
non-monogamy, I had managed to fuck some men that I wish I had weeded out before
the actual act. But, I had also
had some earth shattering encounters with men that on first blush I would not
have wanted to fuck. So really, I
should just fuck whenever the opportunity presents and enjoy all the experiences
for what they are. And that thought has me tingling.
After the midnight snack, everyone ended up upstairs scoping
for more sexual opportunities. The
same ever watchful man stood near Ron and I studying us again; and again, not
even a smile or spark of interest emanated from his eyes. Nora was leaning against the balcony
watching the sexy couples on the dance floor below. I observed an remarkably sexy, attractive black man approach
and ask Nora if she would like to play.
At first she did not hear him and he had to repeat his request. And then
she turned him down! I know that
it can be incredibly hard for a man to get up the nerve to ask a woman for sexy
play in the first place, but then to have to repeat the offer and then get
rejected, well, that has to be hard on the ego for some men. I should have been smart and grabbed him
as he walked by, but was still stunned that Nora turned him down. It is ironic because I have seen Nora
turn down attractive men like this a number of times, yet on occasion she
laments that men do not find her attractive and are not interested in her
sexually. And that is just not
true.
Ron and I were both sensing a dearth of potential play
partners so he suggested we indulge our insatiable selves on the nearby black
leather sofas, which looked onto the dancing pole. I had played there with Ron once before but I had never full
on fucked on the sofas. It tended
to be out of my comfort zone, which is an incredibly bizarre thing to say given
what seems to fall inside my comfort zone these days!
Our sexy sofa time started with a plush white cotton towel placed
under my bare backside to protect the sofa from the drippy wetness that I was
likely to produce. I remember sitting on the edge of the sofa taking Ron’s
already stiff cock in my mouth and licking and sucking him. I had only just started when he told me
to lean back so that he could taste me.
I leaned back into the sumptuous sofa. Ron was quickly on his knees with his face immersed between
my legs enthusiastically eating my pussy.
I could do nothing but lean way back and enjoy the erotic sensations and
observe the remaining club patrons watching our sexual encounter. Leaning back on a sofa, fully exposed
was an oddly vulnerable position from which to be regarded by total strangers.
But, not surprisingly, I enjoyed being watched.
Ron emerged from my nether region and plunged his
condom-clad cock deep into me. The
deep satisfaction that I experienced when he entered me caused me to emit a
deep guttural moan that was masked by the almost deafening music that despite
the late hour still reverberated throughout the club. But my euphoric pleasure was perceptibly evident on my face
and through my full-body physical response to being fucked by Ron. Our voyeurs were getting their
monies worth.
Afterwards I went to the ladies loo and left Ron sitting on
the sofa watching a woman pole dance for her partner directly in front of
Ron. When I returned I did not
join Ron on the sofa but rather watched him and the sexy pole-dancing lady from
some distance. Ron told me that it
made him feel a bit odd to be left on the sofa alone and as a single man
sitting and watching this woman pole dance. I found that revelation to be somewhat amusing from a man
that seems to have few limits and few discomforts in the sexual realm.
Back at the motel I had a real first. Sleep! I actually slept solidly for several hours, which is simply
unheard of for me. Wild and sexy
nights at a club are usually followed with excellent motel sex that leaves me
utterly exhausted. However, on
this particular sex filled night we deferred our motel romp and dropped of
immediately into a heavy sleep. On
most nights my body literally vibrates through and through for hours and hours
at such an intense frequency that it is utterly impossible for me to do
anything but doze lightly. So this
night with some real sleep was an incredible treat and allowed for me to feel
unusually revived and refreshed in the morning.
Ron and I enthusiastically made up for our sex-free motel
night in the morning with intense, raucous, raw sex. What a delightfully exhilarating way to start the day. Freshly and thoroughly fucked with a
whole other night of play in front of me!
Happy times!
As we were leaving the motel I noticed a man curiously watching
me stow my bags in my car. I realized that he occupied the motel room next to
ours and must have heard our resounding morning romp. And then, I observed him watching Nora and Ron as they
loaded their belongings into their vehicle. And then I saw the realization strike
him as he put two and two together and grasped the fact that Ron, Nora and I
were all coming out of the same motel room…the very same motel room that had
caused a dim of sexual report to reverberate throughout the second story of the
motel just a short while before.
The motel was full and he had been in the room next to ours so there was
absolutely no way he could have missed our sexcapades earlier in the
morning. I was undeniably vocal
which I tend to be when the sex is out of this world!
While standing in the parking lot, I commented to Nora and
Ron that this man was watching us and I wondered what he was thinking. Nora said something to the effect of
‘well, if he asks we will just say we are poly.’ And that comment left me
dumbfounded. I did not know how it
was meant or if it was a joke, and I did not ask. But just hearing the word ‘poly’ really stunned me.
After a scrumptious brunch Nora suggested that Ron ride with
me as we head north for another night at another club. Nora said that she thought that Ron and
I needed some time alone. I was
pretty surprised and wondered a bit if she wanted alone time herself. But, the drive with Ron was fun and
went by amazingly quick. We had
never really had a time to sit and just talk between the two of us. We talked about all manner of things
but the focus was sexual and about his lifestyle experiences. I did take the opportunity to ask Ron for
more details about his safe sex practices. I very specifically asked him with whom he was fluid-bonded.
I inquired because he is someone with whom I would love to have bareback
sex. But truthfully, I doubt bare
backing is in the cards. Ron was
not particularly forthcoming with information. It was such a missed opportunity to really discuss a serious
topic. And my analytical and
critical thinking skills are just too sharp not to be able to extrapolate the
wide sexual network to which I am potentially exposed through just my play with
Ron and his partners, and their partners, and their partners’ partners,
etc. It is not a matter of Ron’s
word, but the word and actions of an extensive line of play partners, most of
whom are entirely unknown to me.
We met up with Kelly and Bill at their house at the half
waypoint between clubs. We swapped
cars and continued our journey north.
I had another rare treat. I
got to ride with Bill. While I consider Bill a close friend by virtue of our
extensive on-line communications, I had rarely had the opportunity to be alone
with him in real life. It was
really a lot of fun chatting the entire way up. But, oddly, despite ‘knowing’ each other so well, I still
felt awkward and could not bring myself to reach out and touch Bill without
asking permission. I think he
thought that was a bit crazy of me!
Anyway, it was a great drive up both with Ron and then Bill. It was so much fun just getting to chat
freely about anything and everything.
What a nice way to start a new sexy evening.
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