Another Night at the Club
Our second night at the Club. Feeling more confident, Lilah, Alison and I arrived a bit later and casually danced while scouting out the crowd. It was the “upscale” night, and the crowd was much younger and hotter. Plus, no single men allowed. Soon into the night we lingered by the door of the pit. Last time we had done our business in the more private back rooms, but as it was getting late, we thought it might be best for the three of us to just go into the pit and start playing, and see who joined us. Already, five or six other couples had the same idea, and were rolling around on the cushioned floor. Lilah needed to go to the bathroom, so Alison and I headed into an unoccupied corner by ourselves.
We were sober, and although I think Alison was a little hesitant, I was enjoying the public nature of what were were doing. The pit was surrounded by a wall, but it was only about four feet high, and so it was easy enough for anyone on the dancer floor to peek in, and couples would often stand along the outside and watch the action. I sat down on a bench, and told her to go down on me. Soon, I was completely undressed, while Alison, still dressed was kneeling between my legs. Lilah appeared, and she had another couple with her. I had seen them earlier on the dance floor. The woman was quite hot, a small lithe women wearing a long flowy sundress. The guy was good looking, although I knew he was on the short side for Alison. He had also been a terrible dancer on the floor, but hopefully he had other talents.
Lilah came over and introduced them. They were British, it turned out, and seemed quite nice and laidback. The woman seemed shy, and for a moment it felt like she was not into the whole scene. Lilah was coming on strong to her husband though, and so she somewhat awkwardly stood next to me. Alison barely stopped sucking my cock to say hi. She did pause for a breath of air, though, and held out my cock invitingly. The British lady looked down, and seeming to forget that she was shy, knelt down next to my wife and took me into her mouth.
I guess I have been extremely lucky when it comes to blowjobs. I’ve never really had a bad one, and Alison is particularly skilled at them. This women was not the most skilled giver in the world. She had a tiny little mouth, and her teeth scraped up and down as she went down on me. I grimaced slightly, and Alison smirked at me over the women’s head. Without being too impolite, I maneuvered the woman onto the ground next to the bench, and began to do my thing. Lilah and the brithish man were meanwhile undressed, and Alison went over to join them.
I feel bad for insulting her blowjob skills, because in every other regard she was an excellent fuck. She had a little diamond piercing in her taut bellybutton, and her pussy was waxed smooth except for a little strip. She still had on her sundress, so I rolled it up and over her cute little breasts. I was just beginning to work my way down her body when she quite firmly told me to fuck her. So I put on a condom that her husband handed to me, and did just that. Her reserve melted away, and she began moaning as I pressed into her. With every thrust she cried out “oh!” in a funny, dry northern accent.
Well, we went on like that, the five of us fucking in every conceivable configuration. At one point I left the British lady to go over to fuck Alison up against the wall, in the middle of the room. The british woman was meanwhile on all fours leaning over Lilah’s body while her husband fucked Lilah. I was engaged with Alison, but hiked her sundress up and called over her shoulder, “George, please come fuck me!” I couldn’t say no to that, even if it left my wife temporarily unoccupied. This was fine with her; she sar up against the wall and began fingering herself while telling me to fuck the nice british lady harder.
But not for long. Another couple wandered over and began to talk to Alison. I was busy and not really paying attention, but soon looked over and saw my wife flat out on her back, a man thrusting between her legs while his tall blonde wife dangled her breasts over Alison’s mouth.
Too many more details to write out. The club was closing, and the music had long stopped while the staff was cleaning the dance floor. THe pit was still going strong, however, and I wondered idly how they would kick out a bunch of naked people fucking away. Finally we started to slowly get dressed. The british lady seemed unaware, however, and every time I went elsewhere to find a sock, she would call out for me: “George! George, where are you? Please come back and fuck me!”
Good times.
The Club
It was inevitable, I suppose, that we would find the Club. We were introduced to it thanks to our friend Lilah, whom I’d begun fucking on an occasional basis, and who was more plugged into this scene than we were. We picked her up in our station wagon, and she directed us down the freeway, past an industrial wasteland of refineries and brownfields, and into a little cluster of strip clubs and sex shop huddled by a gas station in the middle of nowhere. There was no sign, just an open gate leading into a secluded parking lot. A man in a pickup check was stationed by the entrance, but he just nodded as we drove in.
We followed Lilah through an unmarked door on the side of the warehouse-like building, clutching our BYOB bottle of cheap wine. It was billed as an informal night, with no reservations or membership in the club needed. We signed up anyways, and dutitfully received our official membership card. It reminded me slightly of a library card, if library cards came in leopard print.
The club was a big cavernous space. There were hot tubs, a big dance floor, a section of sit down tables for the all-you-can-eat buffet being served. Right as you walked in you went by a few private rooms with open windows, but nobody was in them yet. In a dark corner of the room was an area Lilah ominously described as “the Pit,” which was covered in cushions, stacks of towels, and was dominated by a big hanging swing. Nobody there yet either.
Fast forward to the action: the club was only sparsely populated that night, and because it was an informal night there were a number of single men roaming around trying to chat up women. Not the best environment for us, and by the end of the night we were getting a little bored. Finally, a tall black man strolled over and introduced himself to the three of us. He was easily the best looking guy there, especially for my wife, who refuses to fuck someone shorter than her. Lilah pulled me away so that the two could talk, and we danced together while I watched the man chat up my wife.
Finally, it was time to make something happen. Lilah, ever the enabler, told us all to follow her to the back of the club. There appeared an entranceway to another section. It was so dark there you could hardly see anything, but you could hear faint ripples of skin and the occasional moan, and make out a series of cubicles. THe other man and I–we never learned his name–headed for one of the cubicles and sat down on a bench with our backs to the wall. It was a small, cozy space, but it opened up into the room, and a crowd of perhaps six or seven man gather to watch us. Alison immediately straddled her new date, and they began to kiss while she writhed around on his lap. Lilah did the same with me. Occasionally the two women would lean over and kiss each other. Both were dressed, but Alison was wearing a dress that quickly rode up around her waist so that she could grind her pussy on his crotch. She soon fished his impressive sized cock out of his pants, and began to jerk him off, pressing the head against her pussy as she did so.
Meanwhile, Lilah quickly lost her shirt. The slight tragedy was that it was that time of the month for her, and so her trousers would not be coming off. But she was not without options, and soon unbuckled my jeans, slid them down around my ankles, and took my cock into her mouth. The spectators were all moving in for a closer look, and the more adventurous would sometimes reach out and cop a feel, cupping Lilah’s breast while she moved up and down, or squeezing Alison’s ass as she grinded into her man’s crotch.
Speaking of which, it was clear he wanted to fuck her. Nobody had a condom, however, and so he asked one of the voyeurs to go get us one from the bar. As soon as it arrived, he stood up and had Alison bend over the bench, with her dress flipped up over her ass and her breasts spilling out the top. While he was putting the condom on, I reached over and fingered her wet pussy, all the while Lilah slurping away. The condom finally on, the man grabbed Alison’s ass and thrust into her hard. She moaned, and between thrusts breathily asked him to fuck her harder. Occasionally, we would kiss, while Lilah sucked my cock and the anonymous man fucked her from behind.
The man came on the quick side, and disappeared back into the darkness. Alison sat down next to me, her dress still hiked up, and began to rub her clit while kissing me. Another man appeared beside her, his obscenely erect penis already in a condom and ready to go. He was hot too, a big thick black man taller than I, and his cock had the girth of a baseball bat, but Alison was satisfied for the night, and politely declined. Instead, she sat next to me murmuring in my ear while Lilah increased her pace on my cock. Soon, with my wife leaning over and nibbling on my nipples, I came in Lilah’s mouth. She’s a swallowing kind of girl, needless to say.
