Camera Club Wifes Erotic Night

This is my first post, all comments are welcome. I apologize for my non-native English.

These events took place several decades ago, before digital photography and the Internet. Live sex was mostly illegal, unless it happened on private clubs, this funny institution which was considered as private as a home. I don't know if that is still the case.

My wife was introduced to nude live modeling by a friend of hers, initially by posing partially and then totally nude for a certain Mrs. Dawkins, an amateurish painter in posh Hampstead, London.

After some interesting incidents which embarrassed her as Mrs. Dawkins exposed her nudity to Mr. Dawkins and other members of the family, she was invited to model for a Camera Club where the artist's husband was a member. Of course, she was expected to expose partial nudity, or more. She found the challenge exciting and accepted it, not knowing exactly how much exposure it would entail.

It seems that she attended the members expectations, because after three or four sessions, Mr. Dawkins suggested that she could perform at one of the special Erotic Nights at the Club. She was vaguely told that they expected her to interact with male model partners. If she knew what those interactions entailed, she didn't let me know.

She accepted not only for the money, which was much better than the usual pay for posing nude for the Camera Club, but as she told me about the new proposition I noticed that she was clearly excited and aroused.

To add context let me say that we had always been quite open to explore sex within our marriage or out of it but she is quite shy and would only talk about her exposures or partners when we are having sex, which very much spices our encounters.

That is why on her first Erotic Night I offered to pick her up after the session, on the vague expectation knowing more on her performance.

This is the story of this attempt, how much my expectations were satisfied and some unexpected development after the session.

All people mentioned or implied in this story are eighteen or older.

After her first Erotic Night session

I tried to convince myself that I was going to pick her up after the show because it finished at 1 am, and she will be pleased to have a lift at those late night hours. But the real reason was that I was really anxious to know more about the show, and perhaps to have the opportunity of having a glance at her performance.

At those early hours of a Sunday it was not difficult to park legally near the club even being in Chelsea.

Reaching the club I was led into the small entrance hall and was asked to wait for the show manager. It was she that could put me in contact with my wife. In the back of my mind I expected to meet Mr. Dawkins, so I was a bit surprised when a smiling teen approached me asking how she could help me.

I explained to her that I was there to pick up my wife after the show, which I supposed should be finishing by 1 am. She told me she knew the performer was married but was surprised by her husband being aware of the kind of session she was performing. I wasn't aware, but didn't correct her.

She offered me a drink which I accepted mostly to give my anxiety a break while she took one for herself.

"Yes, the main show finished at 1 am, that's the photo session with erotic and sexual posing. But if the performer accepts, we offer them an extra pay for what we call the erotic sketches of around 20 minutes each, with an intermission of about 10 minutes. And she accepted."

"Could I talk to her, to see at what time I could come back to pick her up, or if I should wait for her?" I was almost sure that she wouldn't let me in, but asking didn't hurt.

"I'm afraid she could not be interrupted now. The first sketch is underway and she is being fucked by her partner. Of course the audience will not be happy if they had to stop." I think she was being bold either to tease me or to test me.

"So perhaps I could wait here for half an hour to let them finish this act?" I don't know how I managed to hide my instant hard-on and pretend that what she just told me was absolutely normal.

"That's up to you, but she will not be free in half an hour. Today we have four male partners available, and she accepted to take part on the four sketches. So they will be fucking her for the next two hours, roughly half an hour for each of them."

Of course, I was terribly horny by being so close to her being fucked while exposed to an audience which was not only watching but taking pictures of her. And further, being told that this would continue for a couple of hours.

Surely my teen host had perceived my anxiety and added: "I know you would love to see her being fucked, but your presence might disturb her. And besides that, some patrons might not feel that free to handle her into posing in different positions with her husband being around." Smiling again, she teased me further: "And I don't see your camera, this is a Camera Club, after all. Anyway, feel free to stay here at the bar if you want. Glad to meet you!"

With that she left the bar and went back to the main saloon to continue assisting the club members in their enjoyment of my wife's performances.

After pondering for a while and finishing my drink I decided that it would be better to get a stroll on the neighborhood, perhaps to have a drink in a nearby pub, and come back at around 3 am.

When I came back there were already some people at the bar and some were leaving the club. Slowly the bar and the hall were getting busy. The teenager manager waved me a smiling hello from afar but didn't interrupt her chat. The patrons were mostly men, half a dozen of couples and a few lone women. I would say there were a total of about twenty people attending the show or participating on the camera session as they put it.

My wife was in one of the last groups to come out of the saloon. She was somewhat "dressed" in an open lacy black robe which more stressed than covered her nudity.

There were a couple of men chatting with her and a big young boy dressed in just his white briefs by her side, his hand on the small of her back, or perhaps on her butt.

By the intimacy that his touching transmitted it was quite obvious to me that this boy should have been one of her recent sexual partners. I couldn't help having a glance at his attributes, to gauge how big he was and imagine how could she have felt him inside her. The boy was quite muscular, obviously much younger than her but not specially well-endowed. I would risk saying he would have been around nineteen.

They went straight to the bar. I don't think she saw me, and if she did, she didn't want to interrupt the conversation with her new friends, partners, or admirers.

I couldn't help not to stare at her, she looked quite sexy in her lacy robe, which more showed than hide her jiggling breasts, her protruding nipples and pinkish areolas. It was quite clear that she didn't have any underwear. While she approached her nicely trimmed black bush was clearly visible, and from her back, her round, separated buttocks were almost on full display. Her half sitting on a bar stool exposed her inner thighs and her mound. Now her partner was letting his hand wander freely from her butt to the side of her breasts.

After a while they were joined by three other scantly dressed men, I guessed her former sexual partners on the sketches. One of them was a fiftish man, nothing remarkable on him, but he could clearly have been her father. He was on similar white briefs, but he wore an open sleeveless jacket. I wandered if he had fucked her dressed like that. Then there was a man around mine and her age, dressed in shiny black pants and shiny red blouse. His dressing, his dark hair and appearance reminded me of a gypsy. His penis was hinted on his pants, quite obviously with no underwear, and appeared to be larger than the other two. But what stroke me as weird was a short man, a midget, which was still completely naked. His penis was quite big, even in this state of semi-hardness. I wandered if he had penetrated her as well or if they had performed some other kind of act.

As I was absorbed on my staring and wandering about her performance and her partners, people were finishing their drinks, saying their goodbyes and leaving. When few people remained I had no alternative but to talk to her. I stood up and approached the group. She grinned, and without moving introduced me to the group, by then formed by her at the center of attentions, her sexual partners, a couple of other men which didn't spare an opportunity to feel her up and the teen manager.

She just announced "This is my husband, John" --She made up my name. "These were my partners for the session". I drew little attention, a couple of "hi", a couple of noddings. I said hi to the group and asked her if I should wait to take her home.

"Oh, no, darling. I think the night will be long for me. Mark here wants to exhibit me in some party that is going on now. So Cindy will arrange with them the details. I am not sure who will have me there, if that will be Mark, or if they would like to repeat the show and all of them will fuck me again" --she pointed to her four former partners-- "or if some of the people at the party will want to fuck me, or if they will hire somebody to do it."

"Anyway, after the party Mark will take me to his flat. He was my partner for the main photo session but with people asking us to fuck in such and such position he couldn't properly enjoy me, so after the party I will go and sleep with him today. Don't wait for me back home until late in the evening. Surely we will be sleeping in the morning, so he will have to use the afternoon to fuck me at will, as he wants."

One of the photographers complimented me on my wife while groping her now openly exposed tits. "You surely are a lucky man, she is not only a very beautiful woman but quite sexy and free spirited." She retorted smiling "How would you know about that? You surely seem involved in more mundane aspects of my being!" We all had a good laugh and she introduced him as Jean-Pierre.

I made a move to hint that I was leaving, but she invited me to share a last drink with them. "Darling, before you go, let me introduce my friends. This Jean-Pierre is the scene director, or whatever his official naming, as you can see, he fell in love with my puppies." "This is Mark, which was inside me the better part of two hours while we were posing, but he wants more, on a more private setting." "This is Alfred daddy, which took care of me on the first fucking sketch". "This is Manolo, which danced a flamenco inside me". And taking the midget by his exposed penis, she grinned and finished with: "And this is Long Jeff. When I was introduced to him, I thought that I couldn't let him to be introduced in me. But I managed". There were some laughs, and we made some small talk while finishing our drinks.

Cindy came back from making some phone calls and took over the organization of the next party.

"It's getting quite late, so I arranged for just two people to fuck you at the party. We will take Long Jeff. People love watching a beauty being fucked by a non-conventional body, and even better with a large tool which appears to be difficult to fit on your tight hole." "They say they have a second partner at the party which could fuck you." "Mark could take you to the party but just as your manager, then he could take you home and make with you whatever he wants."

"John, it would be cruel with you to leave you alone knowing that your wife will be fucking all night, exposed to other people, and that tomorrow she will have a very private day of fucking with Mark here. So, if it fancies you, I am at your disposal to be your fucking toy tonight and tomorrow till you wife goes back home."

I was incredibly horny by all the decisions about what will be done to my wife, but the big surprise was the offer of Cindy being my sexual partner for a day. Involuntarily I had a look at her as a woman for the first time. Yes, she was a bit young for me. Perhaps a bit hyperactive. But behind her loose blouse I could guess a nice pair of young breasts and going down, a pair of solid legs. The rest I should have to wait till she was naked. But yes, it was a nice challenge.

She was smiling at my bold evaluation. "Ok, am I worth it...?"

I was embarrassed that she noticed my studying her body, but almost immediately I reacted. "Sure, sure. I am sure it will be a pleasure".