Locking Hubby out . . .

I hadn’t really been looking forward to visiting the club last Friday. It had been a busy week (well, busy two weeks actually! LOL!!), and I told Hubby I was feeling tired and not really in the mood. But he was insistent, and said he’d been thinking about it all week . . . and that we could have a long lie-in bed in the morning. So . . .

We ate out at one of our favourite restaurants nearby, and arrived at the club just after 11 p.m. It was already busy at the bar, and even as I undressed in the cloakroom, from my top-layers of the coat and dress I’d worn for our meal, I still didn’t feel excited or motivated. I’d worn one of my tiny black lace see-through baby dolls and skimpy g-string, and I could tell as I walked back to the bar that at least Hubby certainly approved . . . and excited.

We spent the next hour chatting to several different couples and were then joined by a single guy whom we had spoken with on a couple of our previous visits. He was quite cheeky and fun to talk with and kept suggesting I go with him into the main room to see “if anything interesting was happening”. Eventually, after an hour of his insistence (and after we’d finished our wine), I gave in and he took my hand and led me off down the corridor. I glanced back to see Hubby smiling and then getting down off his stool to follow us. The crowd around the bar had thinned quite considerably over the past 30 minutes or so . . . and we could now see where they had all disappeared to. Two women were entertaining a number of men on the large low bed in the corner of the main Play Room. Scattered around the edges of the room a number of other couples, and singles, were standing or sitting in various stages of activity. My new companion and I stood just inside the doorway, his arm curled around my back and then stroking me over my bum cheeks. His other hand reached round to start gently pinching at my nipples . . . and then down over my tummy and up and inside my g-string. We were suddenly joined by a blonde woman standing to the left of us who began kissing my neck and shoulders. I glanced over to our right and could see Hubby standing by the other corner smiling across at us. The blonde woman was becoming bolder now, much bolder, as she eased the straps of my top down over my shoulders to bare both my breasts. I felt her breath on my nipples . . . and then her lips sucking from one to the other while my male companions fingers began sliding deliciously in and out of my cunt. All around us I could hear the sounds of sex . . . and realised my own moans were contributing to those of the others nearby. I could feel hands all over me now, running down over my back and sliding in between my bum cheeks from behind me as well. I glanced over my shoulder again. There was now another, younger man, standing behind me and working his hands between my legs and yet another guy shuffling behind him reaching over and trying to join in. They were all squeezing against me now and I could sense that both of these new arrivals had their trousers open, or down, as I felt bare cocks rubbing against my bum cheeks and thigh. I felt myself swooning and my groans getting louder. I closed my eyes tightly and rocked my head backwards as a wave of excitement tingled through me. This couldn’t be me, I couldn’t possibly be doing this, squeezed up against a wall with hands roaming and caressing all over me, fingers pushing inside me, and the lovely sensation of my nipples being gently licked and sucked. I was groaning louder, I knew I was, I could hear my own moans above the other noises around me . . . and I could feel, and hear, the hot breath of the men behind and to the side of me. And, the muffled moans of my blonde lady who, from her rhythmic pushing and rocking against me was now obviously right in front of me. I opened my eyes and could see she was being fucked from behind by an attractive tall guy I’d seen standing at the bar earlier. She pulled her lips away from my breasts and instead slipped both her hands down to hold my hips for support as the pounding from behind her got more frantic. I looked up and around, Hubby had moved right up to be standing with the group of us, obviously wanting a better view of everything that was happening to me. I rolled my eyes and lifted my hands up in a motion partly to say I couldn’t control all the hands and bodies rubbing against me . . . and partly in a motion of surrender to everything that was happening. He knew I was enjoying it, it was up to him to intervene, or join-in, if he wanted.

But it was actually my initial companion that acted first. He’d obviously been getting annoyed at being joined by all the others. He kissed into my ear, telling me forcibly “I want to fuck you on my own!!!” He pulled his fingers away from me and took me by the hand to lead me back down the corridor towards the Private Room. I looked back over my shoulder, Hubby was following and so were the two others! As we walked I could feel my wetness squelching, I was so aroused by what had just been happening to me that my pussy was dribbling with each step. We reached the door and my companion moved to pull me in. I turned back to Hubby who was right behind us, and put my free hand up on his chest. I kissed his cheek and whispered “he wants to fuck me on his own. I really just need to be fucked right now. I so need it. You can watch through the peep holes in the door. You’ll like that won’t you??” I realised even as I was saying it, that it was a command rather than a question.

My companion pulled me into the room and slammed the door behind us, sliding the bolt into the lock. I shuffled back onto the bed as he stood with his back to the door pulling his clothes off. I lifted my chemise up over my head and threw it onto the cushions behind us . . . and then lifted my hips as he reached forward and pulled my g-string off me. As he stood unbuckling my shoes his erect cock wobbled before me. I wanted to reach out and stroke it but he immediately rolled a condom down over it and then knelt onto the bed beside me. He opened my legs immediately and as he leant forward against me he just seemed to glide into me. No foreplay, no words or compliments . . . he was just suddenly stroking into me. I suppose he assumed I’d had all the foreplay I needed being groped up against the wall by all those hands and fingers. I threw back my head and gasped out loudly as he thrust again and pushed me further back onto the bed. I knew the one-way window into the main play room was right behind our heads and that there was probably already a crowd of viewers looking in on us. I wondered for a moment if Hubby had moved round to there, or was he perhaps still standing at the door looking in through the peep-holes. I hoped, for an instant, that he was still at the door and that at least he may be able to hear my groans . . . as well as see my new companion thrusting into me. But those thoughts lasted for only an instant before I felt myself rushing away into that private zone where there is just me being thrust and pounded back against the bed, just me and my new companion, both of us grunting and groaning (and mainly me squealing and shouting apparently, according to Hubby later).

I knew I was lifting my legs straight up into the air on either side of his hips. I knew I was pulling and hugging my arms around his back and shouting encouragement into his shoulder as he stroked back and forth into me. “Fucking hell, fuck me, fuck me. I need it, I fucking love it”. I was feeling rampant and gasping out with each pumping thrust. I wanted to come, I needed to come, needed it so badly. He slowed and reached up to hold my ankles. I thrust myself up against him to quicken his thrusts again. I was so close, so close and I didn’t want him to stop. I felt him thrusting again and heard him gasping out, he was coming too. I dropped my legs down behind his back, pulling him into me and humping against him. I felt myself coming and screamed out with the rush, pulling myself up with my arms cradled around his shoulders for a moment . . . and then falling backwards onto the bed, throwing my arms out to each side and twisting and shaking as the waves rolled over me. As he pulled out, I jerked and shuddered and rolled over onto my side, pulling my knees up into my foetal position of complete release and relaxation.

After a few minutes of being completely oblivious to everything else, I could feel him moving around on the bed. He cuddled into me and said “Fantastic. You really are fantastic”. I was suddenly coming-to now and realising that there must have been lots of pairs of eyes looking in at us, from both ends of the room. My exhibitionistic wantonness suddenly replaced with that self-conscious nervousness . . . I was completely naked and exposed . . . and I must have been behaving like a brazen, and out-of-control, slut.

He was already getting dressed. I shuffled around retrieving my chemise from the tangle of cushions, consciously not looking up into the mirror window even though I knew I couldn’t see anything but my own reflection, but knowing that anybody could be looking in on us and would have seen everything. My companion handed me my g-string, and waited whilst I sat on the end of the bed and buckled-up my shoes. We kissed briefly again as I stood and then he turned to unlock the door.

Hubby was sitting at the bar when we emerged. I could tell he was annoyed. “Are you cross?” I asked as I kissed his cheek and squeezed his hand. “Were you able to watch us?” He nodded and said, “I watched, but would rather have been inside with you. Anyway, it’s late, shall we make a move?”

I knew he was cross and disappointed. But I’d just been unable to say no, unable to control those sudden new emotions that had overwhelmed me as I’d been fingered and caressed and licked and sucked against that wall. I knew Hubby was cross, I knew he was disappointed . . . BUT he got his reward the next morning!!!