It was not our first time. We went to a club in San Fransisco once and it was strange, but fun. We didn't play with others that time; but it was oddly thrilling to see other people fucking and sucking so openly and we surprised ourselves, and each other, by stripping down (in our own little spot) and having sex in the club; that was way past what we thought would happen for the night.
Since then we have tried a few places and found ourselves more and more curious and active each time; perhaps I will write about some of those earlier experiences another time.
By the way, my wife is in her late thirties with long dirty blond hair; she is cute, sexy and small but with an athletic body and gorgeous, albeit slightly augmented, breasts. I could look at her all day long. And I often do. I am in my forties, also athletic and, I gather, not hard on the eyes either.
Anyway, this time was going to be different. We were going to this party knowing that we were more open; that our relationship was strong and that we were there to push through our boundaries a bit.
When we arrived at the door we were shown inside and given a very brief tour; play areas, hot tub, dance floor and the all important buffet.
And then we sat down to watch, for a while. Neither of us feeling horny and both of us questioning why we even there. And so we went for a walk; the place was huge. An orgy space (which was empty just then), smaller play rooms, a whole sauna/spa area and a tantric sex temple. Pretty damn cool.
We decided to start with the hot tub; it seemed a safe way to get comfortable with being naked and getting in the mood. As we slipped out of our clothes and into our, well, towels, I got incredibly horny. In a flash. The many people and random sex we had seen had been fun but it was seeing my wife unabashedly remove her top and let her breasts free for the world to see that really blew my mind. She is always gorgeous but when I see her uninhibited like that my blood pressure rises, as does my cock.
It was a bit embarrassing walking from the lockers to the hot tub with a hard on; most of the guys I saw were swinging comfortably like old pros. Not me; I felt like a teenage boy with no 'dick control' walking along with a bulge in my towel. I solve this by slipping into the water as quickly as I could; my wife slid in just behind me and it was a thing to behold; the water slipping up over her legs, covering her sweet pussy, rising up over her belly and then making way for her very round breasts and hard nipples. (It was cold, she reminded me.)
We sat on the bench and cuddled; watching the other couples fooling around. It was still early so nothing too serious was going on just yet. And so we talked.
My wife, it should be said, has not been the most adventurous of my partners. I mean, she is totally up for adventure, but the push has to come from me. So when she turned her head and whisper into my ear, "So... honey, what are the limits tonight?" I was a bit surprised.
At first I was concerned that she was worried about me; that I might want to go further than she would find comfortable. So I told her, "The limits are always yours. Anything makes you uncomfortable at all, you let me know and I will make it stop."
"And what about me; what are my limits," she said. And now I was surprised. She had never really queried this before. And at previous parties she had had very soft contact with other women; the biggest thing being a woman going down on her while I held her in my arms.
One thing that was clear, however, was that she was not asking about women. She knew the rules there; anything goes. She also knows that anything always goes with other women. What I mean is that we have a blanket agreement that she can fool around with other woman at will whenever she wants, even if I am away or not around. (She has never done this, however.)
So for her to be asking about limits could only mean other men. Now, something I have learned about women — perhaps from Nancy Friday — is that they are just as 'out there' as we are with their fantasies, they are just a bit more reluctant to share them. Now, for the first time in the 10 years we have been together, I was wondering if she wanted to be with another man. And, oddly, I was not threatened about this or worried at all.
In fact, during one of our visits at a club in SFO, a man had spent a rather long time holding, rubbing and admiring her boobs; I loved it. Perhaps it helped that I was buried to the balls in her pussy at the time.
So I considered my answer carefully and said, "Honey, the limits are yours. Do anything you want and if I am unhappy, I will let you know." She smiled, nervously.
It was just about at this stage that another couple climbed into the water; the guy was a bit sleazy looking but the woman was hot; hot enough to raise the temperature of the pool as the slide into the water. She had a gorgeous body and fantastic tits; not quite in the size league of my wife, but really nice none-the-less.
Now here is where my wife needs a little help; I picked her up, turned her around (so she would be facing me from behind, and lowered her onto my cock. She slid on in one motion; she was so wet. The other girl did the same thing; now they were facing each other. And, a moment later, they were playing with each others tits and rubbing each others bodies.
Slowly, I kept sliding my cock in and out of my wife; not fast or hard enough to mess with what she was up to, but just hard enough for make her squeal a bit every so often. And then I felt a hand cup my balls and I knew it was not my wife; it was the other woman. I got a shock through my balls; who knew that one touch could be so nice. She pulled me out of my wife and stroked me a few times before turning her attention to my wife's pussy and, seconds later, my wife was leaned back on me, tits up high out of the water, moaning in ecstasy. And everyone watched. She whispered to me, between gasps, "Oh my god, she knows what she is doing." and then she came, hard.
They kept fooling around for a while and I was thrilled when my wife took my hands and placed them on the other woman's breasts; touching them was nice enough but having my wife place them there was another feeling entirely.
After a while, things cooled down a bit and we all smiled at each other and went our separate ways. My wife and I dried off and headed to the play room area where things got really interesting.
Walking through the play area is a bit strange; so many people. And my wife, although clearly becoming more adventurous, felt a bit uncomfortable by the occasional testing squeeze or caress. That said, everyone was very well behaved and when they didn't get a green light look from her, they didn't do it again.
