Fantasies In Real Life

After several minutes of what-ifs followed by a long full body hug, we decided to go and headed out of the hotel. Five minutes later we were standing in a smoky locker room, handing over the admission fee and giving fake names to the hostess. D wasn't prepared in any way dress-wise for this event, so he ended up just walking around in his boxers. I stripped down to my slut wear and felt incredibly self-conscious. D told me to pretend we were at a Halloween party and that I was just in costume. That helped quite a bit, actually.

We were given a general tour of the place. It was pretty good sized, 2.5 stories, with substantial "spa" areas, a dungeon that we never saw, a bar/lounge area, and the upstairs den of fuck. We were uncomfortable in the generally public areas, so we went upstairs to check out the action. Every room was set up to accommodate both the couples and the voyeurs. Some rooms attracted more attention than others, but most rooms only had 1-2 couples in them at any one time, and more often than not they were not interacting with each other. We had come on a couples only night, so everyone was paired off.

This was the first time either of us had seen people fucking live right in front of us. It was an incredibly erotic sight. Some couples were amazingly hot to watch with each other. One room really attracted a crowd of viewers at one point, and there was a line of people crowded in the hall fucking and sucking each other right next to the 4 or 5 other couples doing the same thing. It was awkward watching them, especially catching someone's eye by accident. As much as I wanted to get a look at what was making everyone so hot, I also didn't want to accidentally brush up against anyone!

Finally we decided to retire to a room. We shut the door to indicate we were interested in only pleasuring each other. Everything had a reddish glow. The queen-sized futon was comfortable enough, and we spread some towels over the sheet. D went to work on me, kissing me deeply, fondling my breasts, stroking my pussy through my panties. We began to make out like sex-crazed teenagers. Truth is, I was sex-crazed. I wanted everything he could give me, but I knew that sex might not happen if we stuck to our ground rules.

As he began to stroke my pussy more insistently, feeling the wetness soak through the sheer material, my panting and whimpers became stronger. He removed my panties and garter and exposed my wet, dripping cunt to whoever was on the opposite side of the slatted wall. And they had a damn good view. D worked that pussy hard with his fingers and mouth, so much so that I came and squirted in short order. Even though most couples seemed to be rather quiet in their fuckings, loud sex really turns me on, so I wasn't about to compromise myself.

The rest of the action is a blur because I reached that place where desire and pleasure fully took over my mind and body. There was much more fingering, pushing me to a place right on the edge. The edge of what I'm really not sure. D rolled me over to my front and pulled my hips back so I was on my knees, but my chest and arms hung over the bed. And then our ground rule went out the window.

Somewhere in there he pulled me down over his mouth, and eventually we ended in cowgirl. D didn't come but I came enough for the entire fucking club. The sense of being "onstage" got to him. After some snuggling and whispering we finally settled down, got "dressed" and headed out of the room.

There was precious little action going in other places, but we did get to view a few couples. There were a couple of groups going, like 4-6 people at once. They looked like maybe they knew each other and had done this together before. It was quite amazing to see one couple engaged with each other while the women from two different couples held hands, or something similar.

There was one very attractive couple--he was tatooed and she was built, with gorgeous large brown nipples. He went down on her and while she seemed to be enjoying it immensely, she was also sort of beating him up in the process. Different strokes!

Actually, I was gratified to see so many effective and successful acts of cunnilingus. I will say that the men there that night seemed to be very focused on their partners' pleasure. While we watched, D stroked my ass and sometimes slipped a finger or two inside me.

Finally we decided it was time to go. All I wanted was to fuck him silly back at the hotel, just us. As much as I realized that the threat (and actual presence) of an audience sent me into sexual overdrive, I also just wanted to fuck my man.

Once we finally got back, I had a serious adrenaline drop and all but passed out. I felt terrible when I woke up a few hours later and D was fast asleep next to me, unfucked and sleeping deeply.

We came out the other side of this adventure feeling incredibly excited and desperately lusting for each other. It won't be on the regular menu, but it might be a special occasion sort of dish in the future. And sex with others? We're all about each other; only and always each other. But the exhibitionism was an unbelievable turn-on for me, and just thinking about that night is still enough to get me where I need to be on my own. I was also proud that people could see how much I love D by how I treated him to and with my body.

In retrospect the only regrets we have are that we didn't fuck in the hallway while watching others in a room, and D claims he wanted to shove his big, hard cock up my ass and make me scream and come while standing next to a stranger. Next time.

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