When my wife Stella and I moved to London we soon got involved with London's vibrant sex scene. That's how we discovered Unhibitions.
Unhibitions is a swingers sex club, but unlike so many, Unhibitions isn't big, brash and raucous but intimate, sophisticated and very discrete. There's no flickering neon sign outside, just an understated brass plate reading "Unhibitions. Private Members Club" on an anonymous oak door in a quiet back street in an expensive part of London.
Inside, the décor and ambience are muted, and there are cosy alcoves with comfortable couches to get together in. On a little stage strippers, both male and female, perform. Screens round the walls show porn movies, and the latest hardcore adult magazines are always available, both straight and gay. Unhibitions caters for all tastes.
Stella especially likes Unhibitions' dance floor. There you can sway to the sensuous music under soft lights in swirling wisps of smoke from the smoke machine. You can dance wearing as little as you like, or nude if you want to, among other boys and girls showing off their perfect bodies or their tastes in kinky underwear. Gyrating erotically around you as you dance will be bouncing breasts and bobbing bottoms, stiffly swinging and gently prodding penises, lustfully thrusting hips, hypnotically swaying bushes of pubic hair and of course exploring hands.
Most people bring their own partners to Unhibitions. But if you come alone you'll be sure to quickly find a partner, a girl or boy, who suits your tastes and is only too willing to fulfil your desires or kinky fantasies.
Unhibitions is very particular about whom they allow into membership. Stella's a boy's dream beauty with perfectly styled blonde hair down to her shoulders. I'm a cool looking guy fit from the gym. Both of us have just turned thirty, we're very sexually liberated and with my new job sufficiently well paid to afford Unhibitions. We were exactly the kind of clientele Unhibitions is looking for. Stella and I were accepted and handed our key to that oak front door straight away.
Stella and I both have jobs in the city and we would meet each other at Unhibitions after work. We'd have a drink, we'd undress and unwind on the dance floor together, and we would watch a porn movie or two for kinky ideas for bedroom action when we got home.
There's a well stocked but expensive bar at Unhibitions' served by pretty girls in tiny silvery bikinis and pretty boys in almost as tiny bulging white speedo style thongs. One evening after work Stella and I were by the bar perched on stools sipping our drinks. Stella was in her work outfit white blouse but she'd changed her respectable knee length dark blue business skirt for a wraparound black leather-look miniskirt miles up her thighs, with black high heels and sheer black stockings. No woman would ever dream of coming to Unhibitions in tights. Stella leaned close to me and whispered in my ear.
"I'm throbbing for a fuck. Shall we go and have a shag in one of the play rooms?"
As she spoke Stella put her hand lightly on my thigh and brushed it over the bulge of my sex kit.
Like every swingers club Unhibitions has back rooms where people can go for sex. There are viewing slots in the walls so those using the rooms can let voyeurs watch them in action. We'd sometimes watched the action through a slot whilst I'd either masturbated or Stella had hand jobbed me as we watched. Stella especially likes watching the well hung gay boys at play. But till then we'd never used a play room ourselves.
"With guys watching?" I said.
"Yeah!" As she spoke Stella grinned and gave my thigh a squeeze.
I guess both Stella and I have an exhibitionist streak. At student and graduate parties Stella would usually be one of the first girls with all her clothes off. She's got a porn model figure and knows how to show her body off in ways that drive me and other guys wild. Even before those parties I'd always enjoyed being naked and showing off my sex kit and masturbation technique with other boys and girls, especially in bukakke sessions at parties. I'd long since discovered having an audience always adds spice to a sex act. Though both Stella and I had often solo masturbated at parties with others watching we'd never had full sex with an audience watching. I was certainly up for anything if Stella was. We downed our drinks and headed hand in hand for the play rooms.
There are two play rooms at Unhibitions. One of them just has a big bed in the middle, wide enough for anything a boy or girl, or any other combination, might want to do. We could see that room was in use as a guy was watching through the slot. He was just wearing rainbow striped briefs pulled down round his thighs, his cock was hard up and he was methodically masturbating as he watched. That left the other play room.
That other play room was what Unhibitions called its "mystery room." You never knew what would be in there. One week it might be a school classroom with desks, canes, and school uniforms of grey pleated miniskirts and white schoolgirl knickers hanging on the wall. Another week it might be a hospital bed with dildos and nurse uniforms, or an office with a big wide black leather executive chair, or anything. You wouldn't know till you opened the door. We opened the door, and stared with amazement.
In the middle of the floor was a low slung motorcycle with a big red tank. It was securely bolted to the floor so it couldn't fall over no matter what anyone did on it. Around the walls, between the full length mirrors were posters of naked girls and well hung young men sprawled erotically over motorcycles. Black leather motorcycle jackets were hanging on the wall, with leather motorcycle boots beneath.
