Widows Tale The Club

My name is Lone and I'm 43 years old. I've been a widow for 4 years now and have only just started rediscovering sex. But you already know this, if you've read some of my other tales :)

For a long time, I've told myself that sex and relationships are always linked. That I don't feel desire for anyone I don't know and trust deeply. And while I was married, that was certainly true - in fact, I never really felt desire for anyone other than my husband. I never understood how people could enjoy one-night stands or sex with strangers. Well, I might have to adjust my views on that a little..

Not long ago, I thoroughly enjoyed sex with a complete stranger that I knew I would never see again. And, truth be told, what goes through my head when I masturbate has never been about close relationships or love. It's more raw, more primal. Touches, smells, attitudes and actions. It's about licking a body, about feeling a cock sliding in and out, about being pinned down and taken - and so much more.. Maybe it's time I enjoyed some of this for real instead of just in my head :) When I went on my deliberate one-night stand, it was still with a focus on the person I slept with. Now, I want to experience sex just for the sensations of it. This time I want the body parts, not the person. And I know just where to get them.

I've dropped off the children with my parents and I'm heading down from Denmark to Germany - to Hamburg. A big city and far enough away. I wouldn't want to meet anyone I know tonight. I've previously taken a night or two in Germany, enjoying a bit of quiet time to myself, seeing a few sights and doing some shopping. However, this time I've got a different agenda - I'm visiting a sex club for the first time in my life.

My hotel is within walking-distance from the club. I check in first, bringing in the few things I've brought with me. I read the dress code of the club, which called for 'sexy-wear', anything from fully naked to leather and lace. Although I like the idea of being naked in general, I think I might feel a little self-conscious in this setting, and it can be impractical too. I don't own any kind of lingerie or sexy night wear as such, so instead, I chose a simple outfit: A very light and almost see-through summer dress and some comfortable, slightly elevated sandals to go with it. I've only worn the dress a few times before, since it's really too short to be decent - not a problem for tonight though. The dress and a pair of very thin white panties are small enough to fit in my handbag easily, so I won't have any trouble bringing them around.

I eat a light dinner in the hotel room. I don't feel like going out until it's time for the club. I'm a little anxious and very curious. It feels like an adventure, and I love that. To pass the time, I take a nice long bath and browse a bit of news. When I find myself re-reading the same paragraph for the 3rd time without really registering it, I decide it's time to go.

From the outside, the club looks like a deserted building. I notice there are a few cars in the parking lot, but no people going in or out. I know it's supposed to have been open for a few hours now, so I walk up to what seems to be the front door. There is a sign with the same opening hours I've seen online, but nothing else to indicate what lies inside. Cautiously, I try the handle. The door isn't locked, and I step inside, half-expecting someone to ask me what I'm doing here. A short corridor leads around a corner where I see a young woman standing behind a counter. She's pretty, very tall and dressed top-to-toe in red body-clinging latex. When she sees me, she puts her hands down on the counter and leans forward, offering a full view of her impressive bust. A smile - almost a smirk - plays on her lips as she sizes me up.

"You must be new. I would definitely remember you," she says in German.

I smile back a little timidly and explain that I'm just visiting and not from Germany.

She switches effortlessly to English, saying, "Oooh.. nice, I love meeting new people!"

I feel myself getting a little warm in her enthusiastic presence.

"Women are 15 EUR today, but for a cutie like you, I think we can overlook that," she continues with a wink.

She pulls out a plastic wristband from under the counter and says "Give me your hand."

I stretch my left arm to her, and she attaches the wristband. "It's chipped," she says, "You use it to open your locker and buy drinks from the bar." She runs a finger slowly down my arm from the elbow to the wrist and continues, "Although I'm sure people will be queuing up to buy you drinks, Cutie."

I blush at the attention, and she laughs. "It's just through here," she says, pointing at a door I didn't notice before, "And I'm Laila, by the way. I hope you have a great time tonight, Cutie."

The doors lead straight into a large changing room, which isn't segregated by gender. I'm the only one here. I find an unoccupied locker and qucikly change into my skimpy outfit. The light dress feels good on me, almost as if I'm not wearing anything at all. When I pull up the thin panties, I notice I'm already quite wet. As the panties soak up my juices, they turn darker and then transparent. Oh well, I wasn't expecting them to hide much anyway.

I leave from another set of doors and enter the main part of the club. It's dark and there is a loud hum of people talking and moving around. Once my eyes adjust, I see that I'm in a huge room that has been separated into smaller parts with lots of room dividers and cloth hanging from the ceiling. There are sofas and small tables set in groups all around. Off to one side, there is a bar and a long table with food. In the other direction, there is what appears to be a stage. Around it, there are little alcoves of sofas, chairs and tables - all of them allowing a good view of the stage while being somewhat shielded from each other. At the moment, the stage is empty and there are only a few people in the alcoves. Further back, I see two doorways leading deeper into the club.

There are quite a few people here already, and they come in all shapes and appearances. Lots of stockings and garters for the women who seem to be from their early 20s until well into the 50s. Some are thin, others are very very big. They all seem relaxed and comfortable. Most of the guys wear very little. They like to show off chest and arm muscles especially, and many only wear underwear. A few from both genders are more covered, typically in leather or latex of some kind. I also see some.. accessories - ball gags, chockers, leashes and even a chastity cage on an otherwise naked guy.

I let myself drift around a bit, just soaking up the atmosphere and getting a feel for the place. Most of the casual chatting takes place around the buffet, and I see a few people getting intimate on the sofas and chairs in the darker corners. The bar is popular, and people seem to hook up there, then head out to different parts of the club for more private activities. I grab a seat at the bar, and listen to the conversations around me. Within minutes, a young guy steps up to me. He's wearing only boxer shorts and sporting a serious tent in them.

He grins when he sees me noticing, and leans in saying "Would you like a taste?"

I stammer out a "No thank you," blushing fiercely. He just laughs and moves on to the next potential partner.

There's an older guy sitting next to me at the bar. He's naked except for a towel wrapped around his waist. Looking at the young guy with the tent, he says "Those young guys, always in a hurry. No appreciation for the experience."I laugh and agree with him. After a brief introduction, he explains that he comes to the club a lot. Not just for sex, but because he likes the feeling of freedom. He also tells me that he sees a lot of newcomers being overwhelmed by the sudden offers of sex thrown at them.

I ask, "So what's the best way to get started here?"

"You see those two doorways at the back?", he replies, "The one on the left is where I'd start. It leads to the gloryholes and a darkroom. Both are great for getting some action without feeling overwhelmed."

I consider this, and then ask, "And what about the doorway on the right?"

He gives me an appraising look, then says, "Not for you, I think. It's the dungeons."

After thanking him for the advice, I make my way to the back of the club. The two doorways look the same, arched and with red curtains covering the entrances. Despite my curiousity, I turn to the left, moving past the curtains and into a narrow, long room. The lights are dimmed further here, but I can see rows of holes set at different heights along both of the long walls. At the far end of the room, a naked woman is kneeling down facing the wall on the right, her head bobbing up and down rapidly. Behind her, another doorway leads to what I assume must be the darkroom. I step closer and notice that the woman has one hand up by her mouth and the other one between her legs, rubbing. It's kind of exciting to see her desire on display like that, and I let out a little moan. She pulls her head back, and I see her hand grabbing a cock that has been pushed through one of the holes.

She smiles at me and says "You want to help? There are some waiting." She nods her head towards the opposite side.

I give the wall on the left a closer look and notice 2 things. The holes are actually not round, but more rectangular and larger than I had expected. And there are people behind them. I see eyes pressed against some of the holes and one has a finger sticking out, beckoning me closer.

I walk up to the finger which is in a hole set at crotch height. As I get close, it's withdrawn, and a rock hard penis is pushed through instead. It's red and smooth, no visible veins. Even the head is not very distinct. I look down on it and reach out with my right hand, touching it tentatively. I hear a loud "Yesss" from the other side of the wall. I slowly close my hand around the rod, enjoying the warmth and solidity of it. I can cover the whole length with one hand, but my fingers can barely reach around. I imagine this fat pole sliding into me, spreading me open, and I start stroking it from top to base. The guy is pushing it out as far as he can. I grab tighter and stroke a little faster. It feels alive in my hand, hot and pulsing. I move my hand away, add saliva to it, and put it back on the rod. I massage faster. The saliva is mixing with pre-cum, making the whole shaft feel extremely slick. Suddenly I see the cock twisting in my hand, shooting out long strings of cum. I'm standing a bit to the side of the hole, so most of it just goes on the floor, but I get a few splatters on my feet as well. I smile as the penis disappears. It feels like an achievement.

Very quickly, another cock is pushed through the hole. This one is noticeably longer and thinner. The head is a large bulb. I kneel down in front of it. The floor here is soft and I realize that yoga mats have been placed all along the walls. I grab the cock with my right hand and start massaging it, slowly moving my hand up and down the long rod. I lean in closer. The smell is overwhelming, intoxicating. I push out my tongue and lick from base to top, enjoying the feeling of veins and nubs along the shaft. At the top, I focus on the underside, just under the head. I know it's extra sensitive for most guys, and I lap at it vigorously. I hear moaning, but I'm not sure who it's from. I move up a little, letting my lips close around the head of the penis. Then I suck it into my mouth with an audible pop. I keep it in my warm moist mouth while massaging with my hand. After a minute or so, the penis is pulled back. I follow it forwards, still keeping it in my mouth. It keeps going. My face is almost at the wall, and I wonder briefly if the guy is leaving. Then he suddenly pushes the cock back in. It hits the back of my throat and I gag a little before recovering. I take the hint and start bobbing my head up and down. He keeps pulling it back and pushing it in. I match his rhythm - when he pushes, I plunge my head towards the wall, taking in as much of him as I can. He speeds up. I follow. His movements are getting more erratic, and I slow down a little. I close my lips tightly around his cock head and suck hard while still continuing to rub up and down his shaft with my hand. He pushes forwards again, straining to get deeper. I hear a loud groan and I feel him shooting into my mouth. I keep sucking and massaging, swallowing a bit of the hot cum in the processes. Then I slow down and break the seal between my lips and his cock. His juices run down my chin and onto my chest.

For a while after that, things are a blur. More cocks are pushed out, and I take them on one by one. They vary in sizes and appearances. Some are more than ready and others need a bit of attention first. But they all become hard and they all shoot their load into or onto me. At some point, I hear the woman behind me moaning as she reaches an orgasm from rubbing herself. I continue.  I'm not sure how long I keep going. 4-5 more cocks at least. Then I start feeling my jaws and knees ache, and my legs are cramping up. I look around the room. There is a new woman in here with me. I didn't even notice her coming. She looks experienced, one cock in her mouth and another in her hand. I stagger to my feet and make my way back to the main part of the club, looking for a bathroom to freshen up.

The bathrooms in the club match the rest of the interior. The walls are red and black, and the lights are dim. Looking in the mirror above the sink, I can see that I'm a mess. I've got cum everywhere. In my hair, on my face, down my dress and inside it too. I take a few minutes to wash off what I can and to fix my hair a little. I consider fetching a hair band from the locker room, but decide against it - I don't want to leave the cocoon of the club. Instead, I rinse out what I can and comb my hair a bit with my fingers. I can't believe I just took care of all those cocks! It feels strange. Not slutty, but empowering. I know the guys had a good experience, and I realize that I really enjoyed it too. It felt good giving so much pleasure - to leave them satisfied.

I make my way back to the bar through a mass of people. The club is filling up. The old guy I talked to before is still there, now with one of his arms wrapped around a young girl in a bikini who is laughing and clearly enjoying his company. He spots me and gives me a knowing wink. I blush but keep my head up and get myself a water. I look around and I notice that a lot of people are gathered over by the stage. I go there, curious to see what's going on.

When I get closer, I can see that there is someone on the stage now. It's difficult to get a proper look though, since a lot of people are hanging around, blocking the view. I move around the side a bit and can see that most of the alcoves are now also populated. What's going on in there is partially shielded by curtains, furniture and shadows, but there are sounds and movements that provide plenty of fuel for the imagination. I spot a small alcove that seems to be empty, and I hurry inside. It's cozy in here. Dark and a much quieter than outside. It feels like a little cave inside the room, and heavy curtains keep it quite separate from the other alcoves. There is a sofa chair, a small table and an opening giving a great view of the stage.

The action on stage instantly captivates me. A table has been put in the middle, covered with soft blankets. On it, a naked woman is lying down on her back. She has her legs pulled up and spread wide, giving access to a guy who is ploughing into her. At the other end, two more guys are getting attention from her hands and mouth. I've never seen a gangbang before, except in porn videos. Around the table, there are more people waiting and watching, both men and women.

I see another man and woman stepping up to the table. They both start caressing and kissing the woman being fucked. They focus mostly on her chest and breasts. Soon they both have a nipple in their mouth and I see the receiving woman arching her back in joy. She is the center of attention, everyone pleasing her. With my eyes glued on the action, I start moving my hands over my body. Touching my stomach and chest through my thin dress. Cupping my breasts and teasing my nipples. I slide one hand it into my soaking wet panties. The guy fucking the woman has finished, and another one is taking his place. I see his hard cock pushing right into her, filling her up. I mimick the action with my fingers, pushing 2 of them as deep into me as I can get. It feels amazing. I'm so focused on my building excitement that it takes me a while to notice that someone has entered the alcove with me!

I feel somebody stepping up right behind me, leaning close. I startle and quickly pull my hand out of my panties. As I start to turn around, long arms are wrapped around me from behind and I hear a whisper in my ear, "Relax, Cutie. It's just me". I realize it's Laila, the sexy girl that let me in to the club. "Don't let me interrupt," she continues, "it's a nice show." My heart is racing from the surprise, but I give myself a moment to calm down. Then I look back to the stage, with Laila hugging me from behind.

Just as I focus on the stage again, two cocks explode over the woman, covering her in cum.

"Oh wow," I say, watching intently. Laila hugs me close, breathing in my ear.

Just keep watching," she says.

I feel her hands on my stomach, gently caressing and exploring. It feels great to have someone else touching me. I push back against Laila a bit, purring my approval of her touches.

"Oh, she's in for a treat," Laila says, while moving her left hand up to start touching my breasts.

"Why?" I manage to ask despite the distractions.

She caresses around my breasts, gliding over my nipples, making them stand up and push against the flimsy dress.

"You see that bald guy coming up next?" she asks.

"Mhm," I whimper.

"That's Peter, a regular here," she says as her fingers start to squeeze and roll my rock hard nubs. "He really knows how fuck a woman."

She keeps caressing my breasts and nipples while her other hand moves down from my stomach and in between my legs. Her fingers slide into my panties. My knees are going weak, and I feel myself leaning even more into Laila. Her breasts are pushing into my back, and I feel her nipples through the latex suit. Her fingers reach my clit and instantly send a shockwave through me. I moan out loud.

"Yesss.. keep watching", Laila says, while her hands keep teasing and rubbing.

I'm so horny I can barely stand. The woman in front is moaning loudly. My own excitement keeps building. Laila is rubbing my clit expertly. No longer teasing and with just the right amount of pressure and speed. I feel my orgasm building. She's holding me tight. Everything around me is sex - the smells, the sounds, the sights. It's almost as if I'm dreaming. Then I hit the plateau I know so well. It feels great, but the orgasm isn't coming.

On stage, another guy has finished and now it's Peter's turn. He steps up to the table and puts the woman's legs on his broad shoulders. Then he grabs her waist and pulls her to him, putting his tip right by her opening. Laila is rubbing slower now, still hugging me from behind. Peter gently pushes in - a little at a time. Then he shifts his position a bit and starts fucking her slowly but with powerful thrusts.

Laila whispers, "Watch her now."

The woman stops giving any attention to the cocks in her hands, and her mouth opens in a silent 'O'. She arches her back and every time he slams into her, she lets out a loud "Ah!" I can see her excitement building, and it makes me yearn for more.

Laila whispers, "You want that too, don't you? A big hard cock pounding into you.."