My wife Claire and I had been married over a year and together more than five years when we decided to indulge a risky fantasy we knew we had in common: we wanted to have sex in front of consenting adult strangers. We had role-played already in our bedroom, where she would squirm and shudder when I stripped her down and opened her legs and whispered in her ear how everyone could see her wet, quivering pussy and could tell how bad she needed fucking. She loved the feeling of being vulnerable and exposed, and I loved the feeling of control. So we decided to live out the fantasy.
We were in the hotel room, anxiously preparing for our adventure. We had researched sex clubs in driving distance and decided on one that seemed as safe and clean as a sex club in the Midwest could be. We had agreed that we were going to go dance and feel out the atmosphere but nothing more for this visit. If we liked it we would plan to come back. I think we both didn’t want the other to feel pressured. I really didn’t believe what I said about waiting, though, and the lingerie Claire was putting on told me she didn’t either. I watched her squeeze her big firm ass into a lacy thong, and I was already deciding if I’d bother taking it off to fuck her or just slide it over her pussy.
I put on contact lenses so I could watch and indulge my voyeurism without worrying about my glasses falling off when I indulged my exhibitionism. I also put a cock ring in my pocket in case I needed help staying hard with an audience. I’d never done anything like this and didn’t know what to expect. My wife could make me feel like a sex god, but I’ll always be an overthinking nerd.
We finished getting ready and drove over to the club, a small discrete building far out in the suburbs of the city. We checked in at the desk, confirming the memberships we had purchased online. We then went into the locker room where we were encouraged to leave our phones for the other members’ privacy. I was a little nervous that they left it to the honor system, but I guess that meant they hadn’t had any issues. Then one of the staff members — a squat, curvey blonde woman in an immodest white blouse and skirt — gave us a tour since it was our first time. She showed us the dance floor, the tables, and the buffet. Then she brought us to the leather couches arranged around giant screens showing the straightest 00’s porn imaginable — the kind with harshly-lit closeups of huge cock pounding mechanically into bald pussy, accompanied by passionless moans and groans. Still I wasn’t entirely immune, and my thoughts went from lingering anxiety to swelling excitement as I imagined getting my dick sucked on one of those couches.
Next our tour guide took us down a dark hallway past multiple plywood doors with plexiglass windows in the wall. Through the windows we could see queen beds sparsely dressed in white linens. Our cheerful guide, whose name I can’t remember but who definitely had a “Linda” vibe, explained how to tell if a room was clean or still needed changing and how to indicate that a room was “in use.” She explained how to signal whether you wanted company and whether that company was allowed to join, touch, or just watch. As we learned how intuitive and thoughtful the rules were, we both began to relax. She also showed us larger rooms with specialized furniture, and my imagination was racing.
We finished the tour and took a table. We opened the bottle of wine we’d brought and took in our surroundings. The others attendees were mostly gathered in groups who clearly already knew each other socially and biblically. There was one other lone couple around our age that I lost track of pretty quickly. We could tell that in our mid-20s we were much younger than the average member. Most looked like people with established careers, grown or no kids, and the money and time to spend on sexy nonsense. So they weren’t unsexy, but we weren’t intimidated by perfect bodies as we’d feared we might be.
Not that we weren’t super hot back then. I was small, dark, and handsome with lean, muscular arms, and a tight, sculpted ass. God I miss that body. My fingers were strong and clever and knew a hundred ways to make her feel good, and my cock was… shapely? I.e. average-size but with a curve that could reach just the right spot for addictive vaginal orgasms.
Claire was my height and should have been the first Image Search result for “voluptuous.” She had long blonde hair that fell in waves to her perfect, mouth-watering ass. She had pale, fluffy DDD tits that bounced against her toned hourglass torso. She had big expressive eyes and tiny pink lips that, when parted in a moan, made me think of her other tiny pink lips. She had a kind heart and a strong soul, and she remains my best friend and life partner. She had a tight pussy and sensitive nipples, and she could cum for hours and still want more.
In other words, we weren’t pornstars, but I’d fuck us, and you probably would too.
We talked and drank together, filled with a bouncy, nervous energy like one of our first dates — the ones that would end with hours of making out and frantic, sweaty sex. After a while we finished our wine and got up to walk around and see what everyone was up to. Some were on the dance floor, others on the couch, and a couple closed windows told us some had already gotten down to business. As we circled back, Claire pulled me on to the dance floor, where the wine, lights and music started to make me forget my inhibitions. She was wearing one of my favorite outfits, a cornflower-blue sundress that curved along her tits and ass and begged to be pulled just slightly to reveal them. I could tell she was dancing as much for me as for everyone else in the room with their eyes on her.
She grabbed me close and kissed me hard then turned around and started grinding against me. My fingers traced her curves as she danced, and one of my hands began to play with her breasts while the other explored the bottom hem of her dress, reaching under and slowly pulling it up, listening to her breathing give the permission that my wandering fingers sought. Soon she was on display the way we both knew she wanted to be, though her clothes were still on. We were both very horny now and ready to try something more.
When the song changed we wandered over to the couches, quickly checking in to make sure we were both comfortable. The large screens were playing a different unimaginative porno, and we sat down a respectful distance away from a couple exploring the insides of each other’s throats with their tongues. Claire helped me take off my pants and pulled my mostly-hard cock out of the hole in my boxers. Then she bent over my lap with her knees beside me on the couch and took it in her mouth as it rapidly swelled to full-size. I slipped on the cock ring, and she started sucking and stroking with a certain enthusiastic showmanship.
I pulled her closer and reached under her skirt to start stroking her slit. Eventually I slipped under the waistband of her thong and felt for her clitoris. When I found it, she moaned around the dick filling her mouth, which is one of my favorite sensations. I kept my one hand there and put the other gently but firmly on the back of her neck to tell her I wanted her to keep it in her mouth even as she gasped. She knew that I’d let her off if she needed it, but she liked being physically commanded that way. My fingers on her clit began to stroke down the hood in sync with her bobbing head motions— slowly, then picking up speed. As I glanced around the room, I saw the other couple on the couch stealing glances our way and beginning to undress themselves.
Returning to the task at hand, I dipped one finger into Claire’s moistening cunt and spread the wetness along the length of her hard clit. As she began to swirl her tongue around my frenulum, I moved my wet finger under the hood to the sensitive glans and started making small, quick circles. This was a competition as much as a conversation, but we both knew how it would end. She let herself cum, her hips bucking and her moans vibrating the length of my hard wet cock. I pushed it gently up into her mouth relishing the feeling and wanting to push it further but resisting. I released her neck and gave her a thankful spank. Then I told her I wanted to find a bed and fuck her where anyone could see.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/yc0fs1/married_mf_couple_first_time_first_time_showing