It all started innocently enough on-line and turned into one of the most exciting, depraved nights of my life.
I'm known as Lady, and my husband as Batt. I was 30 at the time of this story with shoulder-length blonde hair and light brown eyes. I am 5'4, 120lbs. with a 36-27-38 body and pointy nipples that men just seem to love to play with. My husband is 6'1, blonde, blue eyes, 185 lbs.
I was trolling the chat rooms one night when a young man struck up a conversation with me and we hit it off. He turned out to be a 22-year-old college student at Hofstra University in Long Island, New York. He went to school only 30 minutes away from me, as I live in New York City. His name was Gil and he was on the Hofstra swim team. This spiced things up for me, since I now had a hot swimmer to fantasize about and he lived close. The chatting started off with innocent flirting and trading information about one another. As the week went by we graduated to several sessions of hot cyber-sex, from which my husband benefitted greatly. When we traded pictures I was thrilled to see a tall, good-looking guy with short wavy black hair, very muscular arms, and blue eyes. What a combination! Just looking at the pictures of his hot bod and eight-inch cock got my juices flowing. Gil wanted to get together with me and my pussy was all for it!
I spoke to my husband about him, as we always play together. We have been in many threesomes together and, although we like to play, the marriage that plays together stays together. I told him that I was interested in Gil and after some discussion it was agreed to offer him an invitation to join us in a threesome. If he agreed we would meet somewhere and if we all hit it off we would take it from there. I was excited at the thought because we hadn't played in a while and I couldn't wait to have this hunk in my bed.
Gil seemed turned on at the thought of me doing both my husband and him at the same time and agreed to meet. We set up a date at a small dance club on Long Island for Saturday night and then he began asking me about other threesomes I had been in. The idea of group sex really made him hot and the conversation turned into cyber-sex, ending with me masturbating in front of the computer as my husband watched. After I came and signed off, my husband playfully spanked me for being so naughty and then took me from behind roughly until he came. I come so easily, and so often, it's probably why I love sex so much. I must have had six orgasms in the short time he fucked me.
When Saturday arrived I was filled with anticipation. This guy turned me on. I hoped he and Batt would like each other so I could "enjoy" their company. We had decided to meet at 8 P.M. when the club opened so it wouldn't be crowded. This way, not only would it be easy to find each other but it would give us time to meet, bond and, I hoped, fuck.
We got dressed up to go. I put on a low cut spaghetti strap black dress that showed off my cleavage nicely, leaving the curving contours of my breasts completely visible and coming tantalizingly close to showing my nipples. It went down halfway to my knees, barely covering my ass if I bent over. A lacy black thong and black sandals with 2-inch heels was all I was wearing under it.
We left home at 6 P.M. and drove to a hotel about 20 minutes from the club. We figured we'd get a room and spend the night with or without Gil. From the sexually charged conversation in the car I could tell Batt was getting turned on too. We arrived at the hotel, checked in, and went up to the room. We entered and I went to the bed, turned around, and saw Batt still standing by the door.
Curious, I asked, "What are you looking at?"
He replied, "I'm so horny and you look so fucking good I have to have you now!"
I was all made up, dressed up, and my hair looked good so I didn't want to mess it up and told him so. He got a mad look on his face and commanded me to drop my thong and kneel over the bed. Now, you have to understand, I love it when we play master/slave, and being that I was already turned on by the circumstances I said "Yes Master," dropped my thong and knelt over the bed. He came over to me, lifted the black dress over my back, and began smacking my ass cheeks alternating sides. I whimpered with lust each time he hit me, getting hotter and hotter with each one. After 10 swats on each cheek my ass was beet red and my pussy was soaked. He slid two fingers into my steaming hole, sending shock waves throughout my body demanded to know if I liked my spanking. I answered throatily, "Yes Master."
Through the silence of the room I heard him open his belt and drop his pants. My pussy gushed in anticipation of his hard 7-inches penetrating me. He knelt behind me and slowly slid his rock-hard rod inside me. I was so hot that as soon as I felt him sliding into my hot, wet hole it started contracting around his cock and I felt my first orgasm building swiftly with his first few strokes. As he started thrusting harder, I reached my first peak of the night, threw my head back and started moaning and shaking, "Oh yeah, oh god, oh yeah...ohhhh," losing control like I usually do during big orgasms and flinging my hair around. Batt kept on pounding into me as the first orgasm subsided and the next one started building. I came again, shrieking into the bedspread and grabbing it in my fists as I pushed my ass back against him. I felt him grab me by the waist and pull me to him as he lunged forward, forcing his stiff cock deep into my pussy, rapidly doing this over and over until, as I felt him starting to throb, I came again, trembling and screaming into the bedspread to muffle all the noise I was making.
Suddenly he pulled out, climbed up on the bed holding his cock tightly and told me to "Suck it, slave." As I opened my mouth, he pushed his cock in and released his grip. His cum shot right to the back of my throat, almost choking me. His cock throbbed again and another load shot out onto my tongue and I swallowed it all as I began milking his hot shaft for the rest of his creamy cum.
After I had sucked him dry, we both collapsed on the bed for a while before cleaning up and redressing. I took a small bottle of KY out of my little evening purse and placed it on the night table in case we needed it later. We looked at each another, smiled, and Batt said "Well, here we go."
We arrived at the club a little late, about 8:30. My pussy was still tingling from the fucking I just got and my anticipation mounted as we entered the club and began looking for Gil. The club is laid out with a bar the full length of the left wall and tables, lounges and booths along the other three with the restrooms downstairs. The dance floor takes up the center of the spacious club. We walked the length of the bar looking for him without results. As we made our way across the rear of the club I suddenly spotted him in a booth waving wildly at me and my lust soared...he looked so hot and ...then I realized he wasn't alone. There were two other guys with him and I suddenly felt disappointment and anger. What the hell were they doing here? Batt turned to me with a puzzled look and we walked over to him.
He met us halfway, where he and Batt shook hands as I made the introductions and he told me that I looked gorgeous and kissed me on the cheek. He apologized for his friends being there, saying that they always come here and led us to the table. He introduced us to his two friends, Steve and Randy. Steve looked like a surfer. As tall as Batt, with streaky blonde hair to the collar, blue eyes, and a light blonde mustache, he was wiry and couldn't have weighed 160. He was very cute, though. Randy was just as tall but very different. With short brown hair, brown eyes, full lips, four or five ear piercings, and tattoos on both arms he had that bad boy look that women love. But, even though they all seemed nice, I was still pissed and had the uncomfortable feeling that his friends knew I had come there to fuck him.
I was contemplating asking Batt if we could go when Gil asked what we were drinking and Batt told him to get me a chocolate martini and a water for him since he was driving and then Batt asked me to dance. We danced to a few songs and returned to the table where I drank half my martini and, excusing ourselves, went back out on the dance floor for two more songs. As the alcohol kicked in I felt more relaxed and figured who cares if they know. Fuck 'em! I didn't realize at the time that I would!
We returned to the table and Gil asked for a dance. I said "Sure," finished my drink, and taking my hand, he led me to the dance floor. Another martini was at the table for me when I returned, and after a few sips, Steve asked me to dance. I looked at Batt, he nodded his assent, and off we went. It went this way for the next few hours and two more martinis. The guys kept taking turns dancing with me and as the night wore on they kept taking more and more liberties. At first it was just holding my hand, an arm around my waist or on my bare back leading me to or from the dance floor. Then it was a hand brushing across my ass, or stroking down my back from my shoulders to my ass, or drawing circles between my bare shoulder blades with their fingernails. The later dances were blatantly sexual with pelvic thrusting, hands squeezing my ass cheeks and then there was Randy's dance.
Randy slipped behind me, putting his arms around me and gripping my little hands in his huge ones against my belly, we rocked and swayed to the music. I could feel his cock as he rubbed it against my ass right through his dockers and my thin dress, making my pussy wet. But then he started kissing my back and shoulders, which sent shivers through my body and my pussy began to flood. After all this foreplay with these men I was hot to trot and this guy was pushing all the right buttons. I couldn't believe what I was contemplating doing with these men. When he sensed no resistance from me he kept moving his cock against me and his lips proceeded to climb up my neck and kiss and nibble my ear, eliciting a low moan from my lips.
I couldn't stand it anymore and had to pull away before I did something crazy. I led him back to the table and Batt stood up, took my hand, and led me to the edge of the dance floor. He stopped, turned to me and asked, "So how are you doing? Are you having a good time?"
"Are you kidding? I'm having a blast!", I cried.
Grinning, he asked, "So are you horny? Do you want to take Gil back to the hotel and fuck or not?".