My husband is the most wonderful man. He gives me everything I could want. He is attentive, considerate, thoughtful, loving, hard working, and oh my god when he licks my pussy he drives me wild. I would never, ever cheat on him. I wouldn't even think about it. Whatever I ask for, I know he'll give me.
Unfortunately, due to medication for a long term condition, his erections are few and far between. And when he does find himself hard, it isn't throbbing and pulsing and rock hard in my hand and pussy and ass, but more like a semi with an optimistic (and short-lived) outlook.
Now the truth is, and my husband knows this, I've always been a slut. I've always loved threeways, orgies, stranger sex, anal, the list goes on. I've had to accept that because I love my husband so much, those aspects of my life are going to be part of my past, not my future. And, as I said, I would never, ever cheat on him.
But the word cheating offers a lot of latitude. I suppose I should, for the sake of clarity, state that I would never take another man's cock in my pussy or my ass. That would be cheating. I do feel, however, that anything else isn't really cheating. In fact, it's not cheating at all.
I'm not helped by being an attention seeker either. I love male (or female) attention. It makes me so horny knowing that a man, or a woman, wants me and that I can turn them on. My best friend (let's call her Laura) is aware of what a slut I am, because she embraces her sexuality fully too. She's single, usually, and doesn't have the same attitude I have to cheating on my husband. She absolutely thinks I should.
So, we compromise. We go to a sex club (my husband has no idea that I know where one is, let alone that I've ever been) and she behaves like the no holes barred slut she is. I go for the attention and the glory holes. I tell my husband I'm off to Laura's for the night, to drink Prosecco, he drops me off, gives me a goodbye kiss and waves me goodbye confident I'll be safe. Then Laura and I work our way through a bottle of Prosecco, get in a taxi and head to the club (let's call it Breathless). The next day, my husband picks me up, safe in the knowledge I've been a good girl.
Today, I'm going to tell you about an especially naughty adventure.
One thing I love to do is to suck cock. I'm especially addicted to sucking big cocks. I love a soft cock in my hand, gazing at it, caressing it, licking it, kissing it, gently exploring it with my tongue and feeling it harden, feeling the blood flow and experiencing that cock grow and grow, until that once soft flesh eventually fills my entire mouth and I can barely get my lips around every hard inch.
As usual, my husband dropped me off with Laura, kissed me goodnight and in I went. We drank our usual bottle, ordered our usual taxi (to avoid telling an Uber stranger where we were heading) and off we went. When we got to the club we changed into more appropriate attire.
Laura wore heels, black fishnet hold ups and a black body that only just kissed the bottom of her buttocks. No knickers or bra. I wore heels too (red, to go with my outfit), red fishnets, a red thong, a tiny red PVC skirt and a red PVC halter neck top.
I adore sex clubs for their openness, the liberty, the lack of judgement, the friendliness. You can do as much or as little as you like. You can say yes to every man and no to any man, and no one criticises you for it. I've watched a woman in jeans play pool all night and a woman wearing just knee high boots sitting on the cock of all the guys around her in turn. And everything in between.
On this night, Laura wanted to get laid. Obviously, I didn't. But I wanted to suck cock. So I sat in the bar, chatting, while time ticked on and I consumed more of the Prosecco we had brought with us. By the time we had finished the second bottle, I felt quite pissed and Laura teetered off to fuck her first guy of the evening. In the lounge, I just chatted to a couple of guys who were clearly hopeful they were going to get lucky.
After about ten minutes, Laura returned, with a smile on her face and cum flecked all over the boobs of her body.
'So,' she asked, 'what are you doing tonight?'
I just smiled and considered my options. There were some hot men, but tonight I wanted variety.
'Glory hole', I replied.
She laughed.
'I should have known you'd go for that,' she said. 'Come on then'.
She took me by the hand, past some disappointed men and whisked me to the darkest corner of the club.
I was a little surprised at how quickly we had moved, but move we did. We made our way to the glory hole and went around to the back. There are three glory holes, with bright illumination in the ladies' section. Although it's not always the ladies there now, which offers a fun element as you and two bi guys watch each other suck a variety of hard cocks. The recess on the other side is dark, to ensure that you don't see who is feeding you but that they can see what you're doing.
