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At the ripe old age of 42, I had been married for almost 20 years to the same wonderful man and had 2 children. We were both successful in our respective professions, I worked hard in corporate law and Brian ran a very successful personal Training school. Some would say we were wealthy, and I suppose we were in many ways. We Lived in a prestigious area in greater London and enjoyed the finer things in life. luxury holidays together were the norm, life was good, well, life was...ok. I say that because one area we never agreed on was in the bedroom department. Being together for so long things had gotten stagnant and mundane, and Brian, my husband, was probably the most boring sexual partner anyone could ever meet, and, since reaching the milestone of 40, I was increasingly worried that I was not getting any younger, and was missing out. I loved my husband, and I knew he loved me, but the lack of sexual activity was becoming an increasing source of frustration for me.

What bothered me, was that I made a conscious effort to try and look my best, even after 2 children I kept reasonably fit, and enjoyed hill walking and cycling during the weekends. If I had to describe myself, I would be just over 5'5", fiery red hair, with milky white skin. My breasts were one of my best assets at a 36D, even though I always thought I carried a little too much 'junk in the trunk', I could never do anything to shift it! I kept everything smooth, and I do mean,everything, even though visits between my thighs were a rarity these days, I still liked to feel sexy.

I hope that gives some background at least to my story. The next part all started as it approached our wedding anniversary. We were never big on gifts so when it came to exchanging cards, I wasn't surprised, until I opened mine...

Inside was an envelope, inside the envelope was a gold-coloured plastic card the size of a driving license with my name printed on one side and the words 'VIP Room' on the reverse. At the bottom was an address in north London well known for Gentlemen's Clubs and yuppie bars for the Elite.

I looked at Brian who went on to explain, rather nervously what it was all about. By the time he was finished I was both shocked and ecstatic at the same time, mainly because it was the very last thing I would have expected from him. Essentially, it was what some people would call a 'hall pass'. A one-day pass to explore all my pent-up sexual desires free from guilt, fully endorsed by my husband, but it was much more than that. Brian went on to explain that the card provided access to a very unique and elite club that was only provided via a referral from someone who had already participated in the 'experience'. I say 'Experience' because, as I'll explain later, that's exactly what it was. One of Brian's PT clients had mentioned to him about this club and called it 'the biggest sexual awakening of her life'. He knew I wasn't happy, and, in his words, he wanted me to feel free to 'get it out of my system'.

When I pushed him for more information, he could tell me very little as his client didn't give away too much, suffice to say that the 'experience' took around 2 hours and had to be pre-booked several days in advance. He also went on to say that once completed, and only 'if'completed, the participant would have full access to the clubs' additional benefits, but no one knew what that entailed unless you had completed the 'experience'. I was getting more intrigued by the minute but alas, there was no more he could tell me.

There was no telephone number on the card, just an email address for bookings, which I promptly did. For the next week, I could hardly concentrate on work but before I knew it the day had come. My appointment was 10pm on the Saturday night. I took the train from Marylebone to Drayton Park and walked the short distance to Furlong Road, where I was presented with large Victorian style town-houses. No 7 looked larger than the others in the street but remained fairly non-descript, I suspect intentionally.

There was a porch light just outside the main door which illuminated as I climbed the steps. In front of me was a large double door with a sign that read 'members only' and a swipe-card slot on the left-hand side. Using my Gold VIP card, I opened the door into a rather illustrious hall adorned with all manner of wall art, most of which depicted naked men and women in a variety of poses together. There was a large staircase on the right-hand side leading upwards, and just to the left of it a desk where a very attractive 30 something lady was sitting.

As I approached, she looked up and smiled, 'good evening Mrs Halliday, glad to have you with us', she said, greeting me politely. She then handed me another envelope and continued, 'inside you will find everything you need for the evening. Please make your way to the top of the stairs, where you will find our changing room, please follow the exit signs once you are ready, and enjoy your experience'.

I headed to the top of the stairs where I did indeed find a door marked 'Changing Room'. Inside was small but comfortable with a large locker, and small chair to sit on. I sat down and opened the envelope. Inside was a small gold-coloured eye-mask, much like the one you would wear at a masquerade ball along with further instructions...

'Welcome Mrs Halliday,

We truly hope you will find our stay with

us both fulfilling and exhilarating.

To your left is the door to the inner chamber. Please remove all clothing and place these in the Locker provided. You may choose to wear the eye-mask to protect your identity if you wish to do so.

no other item may be brought into the inner chamber.

To your right is the door you will return through.

Once you have entered you will be subject to a total of 5 Sexual encounters, all of which are designed to stimulate you and allow you to experience a full range of sexual desires.

Some clients may choose not to take part in all aspects of the process, and you may leave the room at any time simply by saying the safe word. Your safe word is 'Brian'

If you complete all 5 sexual tasks you will receive a reward.

Enjoy your experience!

Attached to the letter was a diagram, essentially a pie-chart, divided into 5 sections and printed in each section was some sort of code or cypher for the contents of the room. Clearly, the idea was to go round in a large circle from room to room, and return to the changing room once complete. The rooms were labelled as follow:

'Three out of six will suffice, but if a drop is lost, so is the prize...

What's good for the Goose...

It's roasting in here!

This place is torture.

Finish with a bang - no holes barred.

I finished reading and started undressing. I was oblivious to what awaited me beyond the next door, and more than slightly apprehensive now, but this is what I came for, a new sexual experience, and I wasn't about to back out now. Once I was finished undressing, I decided to put the eye mask on. It allowed me some form of anonymity and I could pretend I was someone else, at least for the next 2 hours! I was finally ready, and pushed the door into the next room.

The next room was maybe 12-15 feet long, and curved to the left in a kind of crescent shape in keeping with the overall circular shape of the floor. The room was fitted with a very soft and clearly expensive red carpet that felt warm underfoot, in the centre, stood a small table with an envelope sitting on top. Along the right-hand wall were a total of 6 holes and protruding through each hole was, you guessed it, an array of penis's, each one fully erect, all difference shapes and sizes.

I grabbed the envelope and began to read. 'In order to complete this room and pass to the next, you have but one simple task. Choose 3 that catch your eye and be sure to milk them dry, but beware, if even a drop should spill, the task is lost!

I stood shaking for a second, a little dumb founded. I knew what I had to do but in truth, it was something I had never done with Brian. I pulled myself together and reminded myself, this is what I came here for. I strolled along the wall, brushing each man's erection with my left hand, each one reacting with a small jerk at the touch of my hand. Within seconds I had settled on the 3 I wanted. Out of the 6, two were black and the rest seemed mainly white. All varied in size from around 7 inches to a little over 9 inches by my guess, with various thicknesses.

I honed in on a medium sized white cock, circumcised and as straight as a ruler. I started off stroking him, which brought an immediate reaction as he stiffened even further. Kneeling down, the soft carpet was not uncomfortable at all. After almost 20 years with the same partner, I finally took another man's cock in my mouth, and it felt fantastic! I lost myself in the moment and before long I was sucking and licking every inch of his throbbing tool. After perhaps 3 or 4 minutes I thought I heard a small groan coming from the other side of the wall and knew I had to act quickly. I clamped my lips round his cock just as he exploded.

My mouth filled with hot fluid, and I swallowed as fast as I could. I didn't want to risk anything leaking and my night ending so soon. As the hot liquid trickled down my throat I pressed my fingers together, trapping the base and top of his cock and ran them from the base to the tip, pushing out the last remnants of cum. I ensured I licked his shaft and tip bone dry before moving on to my next target.

Number two I decided was going to be a black cock, and one definitely had the edge over the other in the room. There has always been a belief that black men are larger in that area, and it was definitely true for this lucky fellow. Kneeling down I started again, my fingertips struggled to close completely over his girth. I could fit only 3 or 4 inches in my mouth, but by now I was truly engaged in the process and began sucking and licking again, my hand working the length of his enormous prick. It took only another 3 or 4 minutes and I sensed his cock swelling in my mouth before another gush hit the back of my throat. This time, he seemed to cum again and again but after 5 or 6 groans he was spent. I finished licking the tip again and squeezed any last remnants out before turning to my final task in this room.

This time I choose the smallest of the six. A nice cock nevertheless but one I would control more easily. The last thing I wanted was to lose the task so close to the end.

The process was simpler now. My initial inhibitions were all but gone. In a way, I was glad they were behind a wall, and I was even more glad I had worn the eye mask. I had a feeling the challenges were only going to get more explicit. This final cock was just right for me to deep-throat, and I took his length ball deep till my nose touched the wall and sucked as hard as my lungs would allow me. The result was almost instantaneous as surge upon surge of warm liquid ran down my throat. By now, I was genuinely relishing the taste of this hot, sticky goo and eagerly finished cleaning his cock with my tongue.

As soon as I stood up, I heard a single buzzer sound and, turning round, noticed the small red light about the exit door was now showing green. Clearly, I had passed the task and room 2 awaited. Bracing myself I opened the second door.

The second room was decorated much like the first, same shape, same soft red carpet. Against the left wall was a double bed covered in a grey fitted bed sheet. Attached to each corner was a leather strap and buckle and again, just a few feet away from the bottom of the bed was an identical table to room one with an envelope sitting on top. Inside was a plain black blindfold and short note instructing me to place the mask over my eyes and lay on the bed.

My heart by now was beating fast as I had no idea what was about to happen to me. I placed the letter back on the table and climbed on to the bed. I have to say I was already a little wet from earlier and my excitement levels were increasing dramatically. I slipped on the blindfold and lay down. Within just a few seconds I heard a door opening and someone enter. I realised there was more than one person in the room with me when each of my hands were taken and strapped to each corner of the bed just above my head, then my legs were prized apart, and my ankles bound using the leather binds.

I was now completely helpless and felt extremely vulnerable to what was to come next. Then, I felt hands caressing each breast, followed quickly by tongues and mouths, suckling each erect nipple like a pair of hungry babies. My two would-be lovers continued for about a minute and then I felt fingers prodding at my moist pussy. With my legs pulled wide I could do nothing to object, nor did I want to. Their fingers were skilful and firm, alternating between rubbing my increasingly swollen clit and sliding deep inside me.

As my pleasure heightened, suddenly the fingers disappeared to be replaced by a mouth and I was in a whole new world of pleasure. The mystique of the whole thing was driving me crazy, the not knowing. But then my eye mask was pulled above my head leaving just my Gold masquerade below. It took my eyes a second or two to adjust to the light again, and then another few seconds to comprehend the scene.

Standing to my left was a girl, perhaps 22 or 23 years old, very attractive with long blonde hair, piercing blue eyes and a body I would have died for. She had the most perky young, firm breasts and slim, well-toned waist I had ever seen. My eyes followed her curves downwards to her equally toned thighs, between which I glimpsed a small wisp of blonde pubic hair.

My attention was quickly drawn to her friend. A similar aged girl with brown shoulder length hair, dark eyes with a cheeky glint in her eye. I couldn't see much more of her at that point because her face was buried in my soaking wet pussy! I stared down at her in complete shock. Certainly not what I was expecting. The sight and feel of another woman with her tongue deep inside me turned me on in a way I could never have imagined. I didn't have much time to really absorb it before the girl to my left climbed on to the bed and straddled my face. I was staring up at her between her thighs, my eyes wide. She looked at me with a certain satisfaction on her face, knowing by my reaction this was all brand new.

She wasted no time though, and wriggled down till her pussy was firmly over my mouth and began rocking back and forth. With some hesitancy, I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out penetrating her soft young flesh. I could feel the warmth from between her pussy lips, and quickly located her clit. Her eyes shone with pleasure, and her gyrating became more intense. Grabbing my hair with one hand, she began squeezing her own nipples with the other, as she continued to pleasure herself on my tongue. Within 5 minutes her juices were flowing freely. I swallowed as much as I could muster, but even then, I could feel trickles running down my face. It was just as well the rules from the previous task didn't apply here or I would have failed miserably.

The taste was sweet in comparison to male cum and, if I'm honest, I much preferred it, it was far less bland. A few minutes later her body tensed, and she began to gasp as an orgasm ripped through her fragile body. Her friend was simultaneously working my clit to the point of no return, and I climaxed for the first time, my own groans muffled from between her tender thighs.

Blondie, as we shall call her, lifted herself off, and I looked craned my neck to get a better look at her friend. Certainly, a similar age, but with fuller breasts and more shapely hips. Very attractive for sure, with a pussy that was cleanly shaven. I had hardly caught my breath when it became clear they were going to swap places. Within seconds, Blondie was pushing my thighs further apart and her tongue was inside me. The dark-haired one knelt over me and pulled her vagina lips apart, almost parading her open pussy in front of me, before sinking down and smothering my mouth with her moist cunt.

I was now in full swing, having already done this once before now, I knew the routine. Wasting no time, I forced my tongue into to her, and quickly located her swollen clit. This time I trapped it between my tongue and my upper lip, and began sucking on it like a baby on a teat. This appeared to drive her wild, and she began grinding her crotch into my face harder, so deep in fact that sometimes her pussy would cover my nose too, and I would literally get a face-full of her moist hot snatch.

It wasn't long again before we were both coming, and I lay back completely exhausted, my face and neck glistening with their juices. The blindfold was placed over me again, and I could feel the restraints being loosened. I waited till I heard the door close, and sat up, peeling of my blindfold. The room was empty and the small light above the next door was now green. I took a few minutes to gather myself. Two rooms down but still three to go. I could actually begin to understand why some people would tap out, but I was determined not too as I stood up, unsteadily, and headed towards door number 3.

Inside, the room was the same size a style as the previous ones, but in the centre were 4 cushions spaced out in a square shape. As always, a few feet to the left stood small table with an envelope on it. The note inside read:

'Doggy' is the style and Pressure is the key! Move before the task is over and the prize you will never see'

With very little to go on I assumed I had to kneel in a' doggy style' position and headed towards the cushions. Kneeling down, I felt something shift under my weight, and realised there were pressure pads under each cushion! Now it made sense. Leaning over I placed my elbows on the other 2 cushions and the same thing happened but the red light above the exit door turned green and 2 large men stepped into the room. Both were over 6ft and both were well-muscled and very good looking. I was glad I had chosen the eye mask. Both were also fully erect, and I was positive these were two of the men I had previously sucked off in room 1. I noted that the black fellow was missing. I had the fellow with a 7-inch cock and the other fellow, an inch or so longer and thicker. Suddenly, it dawned on me, Roasting was referring to a spit roast, a sexual term when a woman gets screwed from behind and sucks off a second guy at the same time. At least I knew what was coming.

I arched my back as the smaller of the two knelt behind me, and prepared my mouth again for the second. He knelt in front of me and I eagerly took his cock again. This time he was doing all the work and moved his enlarged penis in and out of my mouth, slowly fucking my face. The one behind me started to massage my clit and pussy, his fingers caressing my ass, and even my butt hole. Rubbing some of my juices over my sphincter, he slid one finger into my anus, causing me to moan involuntarily. After a few seconds of his fingering, he pulled it out and the next thing I knew his cock was pressing into my pussy, spreading my lips and stretching my pussy walls.

And there I was, being spit-roasted. Yet another experience checked off the list I thought to myself. It was incredible I must admit. Men screwing you from both ends was such a fantasy, and now I'd fulfilled it. Both started slow, but after almost 10 minutes I was ready to come again. With two pairs of hands holding me steady, they pounded on me from both ends. My pussy was taking a beating from behind, whilst my mouth was being pumped continuously. I knew I couldn't hold on much longer and, sure enough another orgasm gripped me, my legs started shaking and every muscle in my body tensed. My pussy walls gripped his cock, and this set off a chain reaction. Both men came inside me at the same time! I could feel sticky cum running down the inside of my thighs and deep-throated the guy kneeling in front, taking a full 7 inches to the point I could almost feel the tip in my throat. I kept my mouth there as he exploded for the second time, his cum running down the back of my throat.