The second floor of the sex club felt like a page out of *Where’s Waldo.* There was something going on everywhere — a dominatrix flogging a girl in a complex shibari harness. A man throat fucking another man on the floor. One woman was mummified in plastic wrap and getting absolutely railed by a skinny person in a gimp suit.
“Oh my god, they’re fucking the *shit* out of her,” I said, marveling at the spectacle.
To my left, Claude glanced at me when he thought I wasn’t looking. We looked around the crowded room and to our pleasant surprise, there was a chaise in the corner for us to sit on and watch the chaos.
Truth be told, we were hiding. We’d come to this party with Sam and Maya, and I didn’t play with strangers. Knowing that, the unspoken plan was that they’d be fucking *us.* Because how *else* were they going to enjoy the decadence and gluttony?
But the moment Claude and I laid eyes on each other, I would only want him, and he would only want me. Unbeknownst to everyone (perhaps even ourselves) each of us was the other’s “one who got away.” Right place, but wrong time. I’d always wanted him, and he’d always wanted me.
Tonight, he was so *close,* but up until now we’d been timid, and the bottle of wine we’d split was now emboldening us. At first, it was just a hand on my thigh. A finger tracing his palm. The tip of his nose on my neck and my hand brushing the skin under his sleeves. Our breath hitched. And I made sure he could hear the little noises slipping out of my lips, so, so very delicate, against his ear. Close enough that he could feel me trembling. When he finally kissed me it was like I was drowning. Flying. Falling.
But it had taken us the better part of a half hour to reach that kiss. We were discovered.
“There you are! What are you two doing in the corner?”
Claude snapped back like he’d been burned. Above us, Sam and Maya were grinning like goblins.
“I was just about to head to the bathroom,” said Claude, standing, “Too much wine. Y’all have fun. I’ll be back soon.”
*There goes my chance,* I thought.
I was decent enough at faking excitement, but they could tell I didn’t want to play with them *just* yet. I disguised my disappointment and need for distance as being too shy to get naked in front of strangers, which wasn’t a complete lie.
They promised they’d look for a private room and keep an eye on it for us, so very graciously. I smiled, “That would be great!”
If we were going to all be fucking I *would* prefer that it wasn’t on the carpet in front of the whole party of 400 guests.
Sam and Maya ended up flirting with a married couple in latex across the room. They weren’t far away, but it was enough.
Enough that when Claude returned, he saw me sitting alone. Aside from a couple of glances thrown my way, no one was paying attention to me. He sat on the armrest and grabbed my chin. Without a word, he pulled me into a deep kiss.
Where our first had been hurried, stolen, pushing and pulling, this kiss was careful and deliberate. Now, we were exploring each other. Claude’s hands were slipping under the hem of my shirt, and mine took in the sensation of the heated muscle beneath his skin. God, I wanted to get under this shirt, into his skin.
As we discovered each others’ shapes, our heavy breathing amplified the room’s hot, humid air until it became a subtle but constant buzz. He guided me down, onto my back, and devoured. So many kisses in my life, and none of them had felt like this.
When we pulled apart, his expression was a mystery, but a fire was burning in his features. His brows slightly furrowed, and his lips searched for a final shape to settle on, as though he were struggling to find the words to frame a question.
“This isn’t fair to Sam, to be doing this,” he said.
I was utterly and completely confused.
“You belong together,” he continued, “You’re… soulmates.”
“You *idiot.*”
His eyes widened.
“I’m *not* with Sam. And I don’t care about… all of that. Dating. We don’t have to do any of it.”
*So dramatic, I swear.*
He sat up, shocked. His mouth was moving without words again, trying to put the pieces together.
Then, after a long moment, Claude glanced over at Maya and Sam, who had their backs to us. He grabbed my hand and yanked me to my feet, pulling me into the hallway and up a flight of stairs. He had to have me. Alone. Now.
It was such a whirlwind that I could only take in every other moment, like a strobe light.
The third floor was the group sex area. We could hear the moans and groans as we ascended, but that wasn’t where we were going. Instead, he slammed my back against the wall right there on the landing. I yielded to him, arching my back submissively, suddenly weak in the knees and incredibly feverish.
Claude was reading me like a book, playing me like an instrument. He held my neck and controlled my air, roughly clutching at the skin on my face, breasts, and legs. Turned me around just to run his fingernails down my spine, making me pant. Touch me. Touch everything.
He put a finger in my mouth and into my throat just to feel the inside and make me gag. Yes, have me. Own me for right now, even just this once.
I was drunk on Claude when Sam and Maya found us clawing at each other like animals. They laughed, mistaking our escape to a dark corner for shyness, and whisked us away to a private room.
Claude and I gushed onto the bed with Sam and Maya close behind. More. I needed more. I had to consume, consume, consume.
We shed our clothes and I got to my knees. Let me please you. But he grabbed me by the shoulders.
“No, me first. Let me,” he begged. When I hesitated he just threw me on my back and spread my legs.
*Oh fuck,* I thought. Or maybe I said that. I couldn’t keep it straight. His mouth was everywhere, teasing and tasting and telling me what it wanted to do to me. He slowly entered me with his hand, and in tandem with his tongue he had me panting and singing for him in a minute flat, I swear.
At some point Maya and Sam joined in, holding me down, fucking my mouth, and enjoying the sights and sounds of the spectacle. I was so embarrassed to be seen like this, falling in love at an orgy.
Claude took me after a cascade of orgasms and screaming. I moaned his name and he growled mine. God, yes. My legs were in the air, then hooked around his arms. Hands on my body, in his hair, fuck. I thought we’d meld into one form.
When he flipped me onto my hands and knees to fuck me from behind, Sam plunged his cock into my mouth and fucked my throat. Maya rode him next to me and leaned down to kiss me. I pulled her hair and told her she was beautiful.
When I was too fucked out to continue, Claude threw Maya face down and fucked her roughly until he came, just desperate to reach completion. I just watched on my side, admiring them as her eyes rolled back, as his lean muscles flexed.
“I knew you’d be a good fuck,” she said dreamily. Then she and Sam went to get more alcohol and towels.
Claude lowered himself to lay next to me, pulled me in, and said “I could get used to you.”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/106r8ln/falling_in_love_at_an_orgy_mf_group
Wow, this is hot *and* well written!