Normally when Hubby and I have a night out at The Club we will spend the first hour or so sitting at the Bar chatting to staff or to other couples, or singles, that we have met previously. And by “met” I don’t necessarily mean people that we have actually played with before. Many of our friends there are just that, friends that we have met there, people who share the same views and experiences as we do. (Many of them are actually far more “experienced” than we are). The atmosphere is always very friendly and relaxed . . . and it is really just very nice to unwind in a different, and far more exciting environment, than we would on a “normal” evening out with our “normal” friends.
And, of course, I love being able to wear something sexy and naughty . . . and Hubby enjoys me dressing like that and sitting, or standing, at my side or watching me take an occasional stroll away from the bar and investigate what may be happening in the play areas, or viewing rooms, away from the bar and then strolling back “strutting my stuff” as he calls it.
There have been occasions when we’ve not met or played with anyone at all during the evening. Or perhaps we may have just chatted and exchanged numbers with a couple, or interesting single guy, but that for one reason or another, we’d not indulged with further.
But on our most recent visit, I did something I’d never, ever done before . . . and it turned into one of the most exciting evenings we’ve ever enjoyed there.
We’d arrived early-ish and had been sitting at the bar on our own sipping our drinks chatting to one of the lovely barmaids. A simply gorgeous young man entered from reception and came up to the bar to order a drink. He wasn’t close enough for us to hear him ordering his drink, but our eyes met briefly as he glanced around the bar whilst he waited for his glass. As he walked off towards the main room I saw him glance briefly back in our direction, before he disappeared around the corner. Our barmaid came back to roll her eyes and tell me “Wow. He’s so hot!” I nodded my agreement and asked her where she thought he was from and if she’d seen him here before. She told me he was definitely a newbie and possibly Spanish or Italian.
A few minutes later he’d returned to the main room and was standing by the wall on the opposite side of the room to us. “God he is gorgeous isn’t he” I giggled to our barmaid. Hubby put his arm around my shoulder to pull me closer and whispered into my ear “why don’t you go and introduce yourself and offer to show him around”. I giggled with nervous excitement at his suggestion . . . “I can’t, I wouldn’t know what to say!!!”
Usually, couples or singles would approach us first and we’d chat (sometimes for quite awhile) before I would nod to Hubby that I was “interested”. And then it would be him that might make the suggestion to our new friends if they hadn’t asked us first. But now not only was Hubby suggesting that I make the first move, he was suggesting that I do it on my own.
My heart was racing 90-to-the-dozen and I felt my excitement levels rising by the second. “Go on, you’ve got nothing to lose. Talk to him before someone else gets in first” Hubby was urging in my ear.
I got down off my stool and started to walk slowly over towards him. I felt like I was shaking so much with nerves that it must look as though I was about to fall off my high-heels. He wasn’t even looking in my direction as I stopped beside him and managed to stammer out something like “Hi, are you new here?” (Yes, really original, I know!!!)
“Yes it is my first time in London” he replied in a wonderful deep and rich accent. I can’t remember anything of exactly what I said next. Just that conversation seemed to flow quite easily and naturally for the next few minutes . . . and that he was becoming ever more gorgeous with every word!!
Just as I found myself struggling to think of what to say next, he asked if I was alone. “Oh, no. I’m with my husband. Please come and meet him” I managed to reply with a huge sense of relief . . . and excitement.
I took him by his hand, not sure if I was trying to steady myself and keep my balance to counteract my excitement, or to parade him to the other ladies in the room! “This is J. He’s from Spain” I gushed to Hubby. They shook hands and Hubby asked me “Shall we see if the Private Room is free?” “Oh yes, lets” I nodded excitedly.
I’d never done anything like this before. Never made the first move before. Never before gone up to a perfect stranger with the sole intention of propositioning him. But it was so exciting . . . and he was so gorgeous!!!
As we entered the room and Hubby turned to lock the door behind us, it was as though all the adrenalin overcame my nerves completely in an instant. I wanted him so much . . . and I wanted him to want me!! I flopped down onto the bed and reached down to unbuckle, and kick-off my shoes. I lifted my sheer dress up over my shoulders and tossed it over to Hubby who was standing leaning back against the door, grinning at me like a Cheshire cat. (“Normally you wait for them to undress you” he told me later). I did keep my thong and hold-ups on, but shuffled myself back over the bed towards the cushions as I watched J undressing himself.
His body was even more stunning than I could have ever imagined. A wonderfully tight muscular chest seemed to just glisten in the dim light, but I could clearly see every ripple, and that he was completely smooth . . . all over . . . I shuddered and gasped from the first touch of his hand on my knee as he knelt down on the bed next to me.
Our first kiss sent tingles through every nerve of my body and I knew I was already dripping wet minutes before his hand first slid down between my legs. That kiss lingered, and lingered, our lips and tongues exploring each others mouth, tasting each others hot breath. I moaned loudly and arched my back against the cushions as our mouths parted and I felt his tongue sliding down over my neck and onto my nipple. I was running my hands up through his hair, pulling his mouth across my breasts from one nipple to the other . . . and groaning loudly as his fingers were already rubbing round and round over my pussy.
I slid my own hand down over his tummy and gasped as I reached his erection. God, it felt so hard . . . and so thick! I just had to push him over onto his side for a moment, just so look at what I was grasping in my hand. And it was just as thick as it felt. “God . . . that’s lovely” I gasped. I just had to have him in my mouth and plunged myself down over him trying to fondle under his clean-shaven balls with my fingers as I sucked it into me. I’ve never had a lover who felt as thick as this inside my mouth. I was getting so carried away in my excitement that I suddenly realised I was sucking up and down so feverishly I was almost biting his shaft. I consciously slowed myself down, lifting my mouth away and grasping him again with my fingers and licking up and down his length with my tongue and then flicking it around the head of his wonderful cock.
He pushed me back down with his hands on my shoulders, sucking at my nipples again before pulling away from me completely to pry my legs apart. “Oh . . . “ I moaned, partly in disappointment that he’d taken that lovely cock away from me, but partly in a different pleasure as he pulled off my thong and then slid his mouth down over my pussy.
He rubbed around and around my pussy with his fingers again and then as his tongue started flicking over me he stretched both his hands up over my tummy to fondle and squeeze at my breasts as he quickened the pace of his tongue, first swirling, and then plunging in and out of me. I could feel his mouth slapping against my pussy lips and heard myself urging him to “eat my cunt”.
He lifted away and I suddenly opened my eyes in a slight panic “I’m really sorry about my language. I sometimes swear when I forget myself”. He laughed and said he loved hearing a woman swear, and had just pulled away to look at me.
I was swooning again as he leant forward to give me a wonderfully wet kiss on my pussy. I felt him moving again on the bed and opened my eyes to see him rolling a condom down over that wonderfully thick cock. He knelt forward and pushed his thumb right down onto my clit as he pushed his erection into me. I cried out with the sensation of him sliding into me. “Is it ok?” he asked me. “Oh yes” I moaned back, pushing myself up against him to emphasize how wonderful it felt.
He started just wonderfully slowly at first. Lifting my legs up and apart and leaning down on top of me to kiss me again as we fucked. I was returning his kisses with more passion than I’ve ever done with a first-time lover before. Everything about this man was gorgeous . . . his body, his kissing, his fucking. I was loving it, and I knew from my moans that he must have been able to tell just how much I was loving it.
His stroking was becoming harder and much faster now. He lifted himself up on his arms and began stroking into me as though he was doing press-ups over my body . . . but press-ups like I’d never seen, or felt before. The sheer force of his thrusting was pushing us further up the bed and I could feel my head pushing the cushions into the wall at the head of the bed. I was crying out in delight with each thrust and flopped both my arms out to my side with the exertion of trying to thrust back against him. My hand fell against a knee, but it wasn’t that of my lover, his legs were stretched out beneath him. I’d forgotten about Hubby even being there in the room with us. I opened my eyes and in the blur of my lovers pumping I could see Hubby kneeling beside us. I clasped at his hand and he squeezed me back. “God I’ve never been fucked like this before” I managed to cry out as the thrusting continued.
Our heads were banging back against the wall now and my lover lifted off me and pulled me back down the bed away from the wall. Then, hardly seeming to pause he rolled me straight over onto my tummy and reached under me to lift me up onto my knees. I gasped out with the wonderful sensation of feeling him fucking back into me again. I opened my eyes again as I sensed movement next to my shoulder as my lover’s pumping began to quicken again. It was Hubby kneeling back down beside me. I reached out to pull his cock closer up towards me. He was hard and erect as well and I wanted him in my mouth whilst my new lover was fucking into me with his stomach slapping so hard against my bum cheeks that I felt as though I was being pushed up the bed towards the wall again. Hubby’s cock was my anchor and I could hear his gasps over my (muffled) own, and the increasingly loud grunts from my new lover. He was grasping me by my hips and thrusting even harder against me now. I heard him gasping out that he wanted to come and I pulled my mouth away from Hubby’s cock to cry out “Oh, yes. I’d love that. I love you fucking me like this”. He groaned loudly and pumped furiously for a few strokes more before flopping his chin down onto my back and sliding his arms around my tummy.
I gasped at the feeling of that wonderful thickness pulling out as we flopped forward onto the bed. “I’m sorry, sorry” he was gasping in-between deep breaths. I asked him why he was apologising and he told me he’d come too soon and wanted me to come first. I told him that I’d had an amazing time and didn’t need to come to enjoy myself. “I love it when a man comes inside me” I told him as I leant over and kissed him again. “As long as it’s with condoms” I heard Hubby exclaiming from beside us. I glanced back over my shoulder at him and frowned at him, mouthing “you’re spoiling things” without actually saying the words.
I turned back to my new lover, lifting his face up off the cushion with both my hands and kissing him passionately again. “I loved it. That was amazing. You are lovely. I’ve never been fucked like that before”, I told him.
In any other environment of course, we would have been able to enjoy unwinding and relaxing in the “aftermath”, but one suddenly becomes conscious that people have actually been looking-in through the one-way glass window at the side of the room, or perhaps waiting at the door wanting to use the room next for their own adventures. So we quietly agreed we should “get dressed” and we shuffled off the bed, put our shoes back on and made our way back out to the bar.
It’s often the case (strangely) that just having been so intimate with someone in the passion and excitement of the moment, that once we get back to the bar a sort-of nervous and polite normality returns to my personna. I suddenly feel a little self-conscious and not quite so self-assured about my behaviour of just a few minutes ago. And this was how I was feeling again as we ordered fresh drinks and made polite conversation. We exchanged numbers and talked for 15 minutes or so about each of our previous experiences . . . and then my gorgeous new lover wandered off to “explore” some more.
Hubby and I remained at the bar, chatting to friends that had arrived since we’d left our seats. It was still quite early in the context of a normal Club evening and the next hour or so passed by easily with several more glasses of wine and nice conversation. Several couples, and even two single guys we’d not seen before, came up to us at our seats and told us how “hot and amazing” our session had been. Both Hubby and I would politely offer our thanks for the compliments and immediately turn the conversation to other subjects, but inside I started feeling aroused and excited again about how wonderful it had been for me . . . and how for the first time it had been actually me that had made the initial approach.
I glanced around often, looking . . . not too obviously I hoped . . . to see if my new young man (he’d told me he was just 33) was anywhere to be seen. But he’d seemingly disappeared. “Perhaps you exhausted him and he’s gone home” Hubby was telling me.
Then, just minutes later, he appeared back at the bar ordering a new drink. He smiled across at us and then came round to join us. I instantly felt myself tingling again. He looked even more gorgeous than before (“or perhaps it’s because I was fucking you two hours ago!” I was thinking to myself). Hubby asked him if he’d had anymore fun. I felt warm flushes as he said “No. People only want couples or the others just do not appeal to me”. I tapped Hubby on the knee and he knew instantly what signal I was indicating to him. He got up and headed off in the direction of the Private Room. He returned almost immediately. “It’s free” he whispered in my ear.
“Would you like to join us again?” I asked my new young lover, feeling even more nervous this time than I had on the first occasion!!! “Yes” he smiled wonderfully back at me. I took him by the hand again, and strode triumphantly through the main lounge, sensing all the eyes turning in our direction as we followed Hubby back to the Private Room.
This time I turned immediately to my new lover the instant Hubby closed the door behind us, and holding his head between my hands, gave him the most passionate, lingering kiss I could ever have imagined. I felt his hands running up and down my back, and then slowly lifting my dress up over my head. I lifted my arms through the sleeves and then dropped them to his belt buckle. He leant back against the door unbuttoning his shirt as I pulled his trousers, and then his pants, down over that wondrous bulge between his legs. His erection was already plump, but not erect as I knelt in front of him sliding my mouth up and down over him far more slowly and passionately than I had just two hours previously. I always enjoy the feeling of a man’s hardness growing in my mouth, but I was enjoying this moment more than ever! I lifted my mouth away from his now completely hard erection just long enough to glance up at him and tell him “I love your cock! God it’s thick!” before sliding my hot mouth down over him again. I heard him gasping, and felt him pushing himself against me as I ran the palms of my hands up the backs of his legs and onto his bum cheeks.
He continued to pump against me for a minute or two more before he pulled away to step out of his shoes. I crawled back onto the bed, giggling as I realised that Hubby was already completely naked and sitting back on the cushions in the top corner of the bed. I felt my young lover pulling my feet back to the edge of the bed and looked back at him as he undid the straps on each of my shoes and pulled them off me. His cock was standing up wonderfully erect and I reached out to grasp it again as he knelt up onto the bed and shuffled forward to kiss me again. His hands were squeezing up over my breasts as I stroked his firmness with one hand, and stroked his cheek and neck with the other as we continued our kisses.
I was already moaning as he pulled away and slid down the bed again, burying his face between my legs. I felt for an instant that I could smell my own sex, perhaps too wet and too smelly. But he didn’t seem to mind as his tongue was flicking feverishly at me. I was still conscious of it though and pulled his face back up towards mine. “Kiss me again” I asked him. His breath was hot and wet and I could smell and taste myself on his lips and tongue. But the taste was sweet and the smell now, all of a sudden, scented and sexual . . . but not as unpleasant as I had worried it had been. He pulled away again to lick down over me again, kneeling between my legs, spreading them wide and fingering me . . . slowly at first, but then increasing the tempo and speed. I was crying out as I could hear the wetness from me as he slapped his fingers in and out and I could feel that wetness almost flowing from me. “God, I’m coming, coming . . . “ I gasped out and flopped my head backwards, right into Hubbys lap. He held my head gently in my hands and as I shuddered and shook with my spasms I opened my eyes for an instant to see him smiling down at me. I reached back to hold his arms before I felt my lovers fingers pulling away from me and I rolled over onto my side.
As I began to relax and stretch my legs, I could feel Hubby gently stroking my back, and my young lover kneeling up beside me to stroke my arms. He leant forward to kiss my forehead and tell me “You are a beautiful woman”. I opened my eyes to see that lovely cock standing up against the backdrop of his wonderfully taut stomach muscles. Normally I’d need 10 minutes or so to recover from such an intense orgasm, but I could tell from the way he was kneeling at my side that he wanted me to play with his cock again. I lifted myself up on one elbow and leant forward to suck his lovely willy into my mouth. I sucked up and down for several minutes, re-positioning myself so that I could slide one hand under his balls between his legs and up underneath him to pull him closer into me.
I could feel Hubby’s hands sliding round and up over my stomach from behind me squeezing and pinching at my nipples. All three of us were gasping now. The two men’s groans much louder than my own muffled gasps as my new lover stroked himself back and forwards into my mouth.
Then he suddenly pulled away . . . and lifted me up towards him and then turned me over. I gasped out “ooohhh where am I going now” and he said “kneel over and play with your husband” as he adjusted himself behind me. I could tell he was putting another condom on as I knelt myself up further and leant forward into Hubby’s lap. He erection was standing up straight and hard in front of my mouth and as I leant down to suck over him I heard myself letting out a huge groan as I felt my new lover pushing himself into me from behind.
The strokes were quite slow and firm at first, but quickly started increasing in speed again. He was now pumping into me just as fast as he had earlier in the evening, thrusting me so hard back and forth into Hubbys lap that I was almost gagging with the force and pressure of it pressing against the back of my throat. I could hear my lover grunting louder and louder again, throaty groans in quick succession and heard him gasp out in that lovely accent, “I need to come again, do you mind if I come again?” I twisted and struggled to lift myself away from Hubby’s cock and turned my head back towards him to say “no of course I don’t mind. I’d love you to”. He came with wonderful gasps and thrusts, shaking and shuddering as he held me by my hips. I suddenly felt myself being grasped by my shoulders as well, Hubby was pulling me forwards back towards him and I heard him groaning with his own grunts . . . I turned back to look at him just at the moment he cried out with a huge yell and his spurt splashed against my cheek. Several more spurts shot against my face and chin and I quickly sucked down over him again to try and control his thrusting as my new lovers shaking and shuddering against me from behind slowly subsided. He pulled away and sat down beside us as I continued sucking Hubby until his groaning and shaking stopped as well. I lifted away from his lap and gratefully accepted some tissues that my new lover thoughtfully handed me from the dispenser on the wall. I was giggling with embarrassment as I chastised Hubby for the “mess” he’d made.
I flung the tissues over towards the bin in the corner and we all collapsed back together onto the bed. I turned over to embrace my new young man. “That was really lovely” I told him as we kissed each other. He replied that it had been wonderful for him as well and that “this is the best time for me in London”.
Once again we quite quickly became conscious that people were very probably looking-in at us through the one-way glass window at the side of the room . . . or perhaps through the little spy holes in the door . . . so we shuffled off the bed to find our clothes, and shoes, and make our way back to the bar.
This time we stood together for quite some time (until closing time actually, we were almost the last to leave) and he told us more about his visit to London (he was returning home within the next few days) . . . and we talked about the holiday we’d had in Spain last year . . . AND how much we all hoped we could catch-up with each other again . . . SOON PLEASE !!!
