I've always known I had what you might call "an adventurous approach" to the attention of married men.
From my last year at school when I lost my virginity to Mr Harris, my history teacher, during the school disco (he led me into the gym storage room after stroking my ass all the way through a slow dance at the end of the night and we fucked on a pile of gym mats before he drove me home his cum leaking from my pussy all over his passenger seat); to the time I took a Eurostar to Paris with my boyfriend, Chris, during the Easter break in our first year of uni and I felt a guy about twice my age slide his leg next to me while Chris, sitting opposite me across the little table between us, got the travel Scrabble out of his rucksack (the guy who was wearing a wedding ring slid his fingers down the side of my very short tennis skirt and by the time we entered the tunnel I'd let him slide his hand under my ass and finger my clitoris till it was all I could do to muffle my moans).
Then there was the wedding in my last year of uni when the father of the bride (a friend from my marine biology graduating class) asked me to dance and massaged my ass all the way around the dance floor before drawing me off to a side room at the hotel where I sucked him off and sent him back to his wife with a neat ring of lipstick around the base of his cock.
So I did wonder when I finally married Steve a week short of my 24th birthday if I'd be able to stay faithful. I was pleased to find that on the whole the answer was yes. I've had a few minor slips, but I've never actually had another man's cock in my cunt since saying I do. Partly, that's because Steve is a great lover - and although I know he's had at least four affairs in our three years of marriage thus far, I'm not in any doubt that he loves me.
Partly, also it's because I've still been able to indulge the adventurous streak from time to time and still, technically, remain faithful. I do realise I'm stretching definitions a little here. For example, that time with my coworker, Richard, just before Christmas when we let the afternoon's Prosecco go to our heads and found a last minute hotel room in London where we basically stripped off and went at each other like animals.
He never actually penetrated me as such. Sure he had this thing about scooping up his cum from my tummy where it had dribbled down from when he came all over my tits, and then pushing it into my pussy with his fingers. Technically, when I took the train home that evening I had Richard's copious cum dripping out of my pussy and ass, but he hadn't actually pushed his cock into me, so I told myself that was within my allowance.
Similarly, the dinner party Steve had taken me to in our first year of marriage where he disappeared upstairs with Fiona, our hostess and left me with David, our host. David and I could literally hear every gasp and moan from Steve and Fiona fucking in the room above us for forty minutes, but apart from my giving David one of the best blowjobs of his life we were quite chaste.
The only cock that has been in my pussy since I married has been my husband's. So I was fairly confident that was going to continue to be the case when I offered to go along last week as a wingman with Carla, my best friend, to a spanking club. I'm sure you've seen the adverts for these things. Typically, women will pay about £30 and men £50 entrance fee and you enter a private house for a kinky evening of spanking.
I'd thought about it before, but not having ever been spanked before I had always thought that was one area of kink I'd leave alone. I remembered the discomfort I'd felt when a previous boyfriend, Keith, had had a fetish about girls who wet themselves while he watched. I'd once been taken along to a kink evening with Keith where I'd been stripped to my panties and had to drink water until I peed myself. Several of the guys watching cheered and one even attempted to lick my pussy while I was peeing. The whole thing had grossed me out so much I'd decided kink wasn't for me. But Carla is a persuasive girl and she offered to pay my fare so I went along to the spanking house with her not really knowing what to expect.
As it turned out the house was a very expensive looking place in Surrey. The door was opened by a woman who looked about fifty and was sharply dressed. She had a slight accent, but I couldn't place it. She introduced herself as Victoria and invited us into a small room off the entrance hall to hang our coats and said to us as we did so
"You two are new, aren't you?"
We confirmed this and she told us
"You will certainly get ticketed, so I'm going to pair you up with an experienced member. He'll look out for you. Let me introduce you. We're all in the red room."
The red room was an enormous drawing room beyond the hall. There were about thirty people there. A man in bartender dress was serving margaritas at a small bar in the far corner. Most of the men there were wearing formal clothes - suits and even the odd dinner jacket. The women were either in cocktail dresses or were wearing sexy clothes that screamed "classy, but kinky". I recognised one or two outfits from the Coco de Mer website. The women all looked fabulous. Most were in their thirties but there were half a dozen or so older. Carla and I were the only ones under thirty. A sudden thought struck me as we stood there waiting to meet the experienced member Victoria had mentioned. I've had limited lesbian experience, but I was thinking to myself I'd happily succumb to at least two or three of these gorgeous women if that's the way the evening happened to go.
It turned out the whole evening was strictly organised. Carla and I, and most of the other women there, were spankees - in other words people who were there to get spanked. Most of the men there were spankers - who had paid more than we had. They would be doing the spanking (although role reversal was perfectly acceptable, and, we later found out, quite common).
New spankees were always of most interest and our cards were marked. When the evening formally commenced at 8 PM, spankers would approach spankees to agree spanking sessions which we would mark on our cards and for which we would issue a ticket. We had four tickets each. The ticketed sessions were to last half an hour and rooms would be provided. What you did in the room besides spanking was up to you. I felt a hot flush come over me as we joined Victoria and she introduced us to Peter, a man of about fifty who looked wealthy, clean and confident. He wore a wedding ring and had a lovely smile. I felt my pussy moisten as he took my offered hand and kissed my cheek. Peter was the experienced member Victoria had mentioned. He would guide us through the evening and make sure we were safe and comfortable. He was a veteran of more than twenty years at these events. We later found out his wife was Austrian and the source of his money. She wasn't there, and didn't know what he was up to. She thought this was his regular evening at the Lions Club.
Peter quickly established that Carla and I were spanking virgins and asked us if we needed any specific advice. Carla said it before I did. We asked him if he would be our first spanker and timidly offered him her card. Peter smiled and said he'd be honoured. I had a feeing he had hoped that's what we'd say. He took our cards and marked them for us and took two of our tickets. It was 7:50 so there was time for a drink before the business of the evening but already I had that delicious combination in my stomach of nervousness and excitement. My pussy was tingling and already I was longing for the evening to start.
At 8 PM Victoria rang a little bell and the room came to life. Every stood up and started circling talking in hushed tones and marking their cards. Tickets were given out and accepted and Carla, who was wearing the sluttiest skirt you could imagine - with fishnet stockings, ruby red lipstick and her engagement ring all drawing the eye, had almost to fight off the seven or eight men who descended on her. I saw her give out all her tickets in less than thirty seconds and I had three men ask me for a session in only a little while longer. One asked me if I wouldn't mind putting my hair up in pigtails before he spanked me. Another asked me if he could be naked while he did so. I nodded to both and then fumbled with my card and excused myself as I could see Peter beckoning to me from the door of a little room off to the left.
I entered the room and Peter stood by the door until Carla was free to join us. He chucked and said
