One sexy as fuck dance floor, two pierced clit shows, and my wife’s double blowjob. [MFM]

There was rubber, leather and a lot of vinyl. Plenty of tattoos, spectacular make-up and a little body paint. Goths, military uniforms, gladiators, horror, steam punks, dandies. Basques, corsets, stockings, suspenders, quite a few nipple tassels, some crops and top hats. And nipples, and the occasional bare bottom.

The dance floor at this leading fetish club in the UK is a lot of fun, and not just for the more obvious reasons. It is very diverse, with a good spread of ages and body shapes. The sex ratio is even and it’s ethnically diverse. Flamboyance gets extra points. It’s fun and sexy. Much of the narrow-mindedness, judgementalism (which may not be a word) and restrictions of many vanilla clubs are absent.

My wife Layla and I hit this dance floor around 2am. We’d had a thrilling time in the dungeon, when two men, a woman and I spanked and touched Laya in front of a small audience (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6jawv6/group_kink_an_audience_watched_as_two_men_a_women/). That was followed by a couple of hours in the rather sweaty and frenetic company of two other couples. I may return to the subject of adventures 2 and 3, but for now, we downed a couple of shots with our new found friends (with benefits), and went for a dance.

After we had thrown a few shapes, I told Layla to get up into the dancing cage, already occupied by several other hot women, and lower her black and blue basque to show off her nipples. My wife, I have learnt over the last three years, is quite the exhibitionist.

I pulled back to the edge of the dance floor to watch from afar. She ran her hands over her sexy body, teasing like a stripper, perhaps a burlesque dancer she might rather I say. Soon she turned her back, fiddled with her top, and then turned again to face the room, her nipples just poking up over the rim of her top. A confident horny smile played on her face.

For the next ten minutes or so she got bolder and bolder, gradually lowering her top until her breasts were fully on show, moving freely to the music. Several men flirted with her, the bolder ones dancing up close and leaning in to whisper to her. She was undoubtedly enjoying the attention. I too enjoyed watching her tease and dance with them.

One man, tall and dark-haired, seemed to be having some luck, pulling her in to his hairy bare chest as they danced. Layla occasionally turn to glance in my direction. Each time I smiled reassuringly. I knew I was “supposed” to feel jealous, but I don’t get why, unless I perceived of a danger she would leave me, which I didn’t. The reality is the sight turned me on. Layla’s new friend look over at me, a look of anxiety in his dark eyes. I pulled myself up by the dancing cage bars, smiled at Layla, turned to him and said: “Don’t worry, I’m not the jealous type.”

As I danced some 10-12ft away from my naughty wife and Angelo (I later learnt his name was) and they became increasingly friendly, I noticed a petite woman with a dark bob and Mediterranean look. If I’m completely honest, I spotted her small but perky naked breasts. Her top was made of leather straps that traced the lines of the edges of a bikini, only with the part usually covered with material being missing. And black panties.

Feeling emboldened by our run of luck so far that night, I gave her a warm smile and said, “I like your costume”. “Do you mean you like my tits?” she replied, thankfully adding a minxy smile. I shrugged, held my hands out, caught red-handed, and smiled some more. The man she was dancing with didn’t seem too worried by my approach.

Behind them I caught another glimpse of Layla and Angelo. They were dancing closer still, or perhaps grinding is the word. Her bare breasts occasionally touched his chest, his hands running down her back to rest on and squeeze her bottom. Her head went back, pushing her chest into his.

“And pierced too,” I said to the slight Mediterranean. She stopped dancing, and paused, to look me up and down with her large brown eyes. “I have 19 piercings,” she said. “Nice,” I said. “But I can’t see many. Are they, err, down below? Is your clit pierced?” She smiled naughtily. “Want to see?”

Somehow I remembered our rules. I raised my index finger, asking her to wait, walked a couple of paces past her and tapped Layla on the back. “Is it okay if this woman shows me her intimate piercings,” I told her, indicating. Layla nodded.

“Yes please,” I said, returning to my new friend. Looking me in the eyes, she dropped her hands to her panties, hooked her index fingers through the material at each side, and slowly lowered them to reveal a neatly trimmed pussy. The various studs, rings and jewels glittered and flashed under the dance floor lights. “Nice,” I said again, nodding appreciatively. Tragically inadequate as a response, I realise. Note to self: prepare better appreciative responses for impromptu pierced clit showings.

After perhaps five seconds, she pulled up her the panties, and she began dancing again. It was then that Layla appeared at my shoulder. I could tell she too wanted a look. I asked the brunette if she could see too. She smiled at Layla, and again pulled down the front of her panties to repeat the show. This time Layla and I crouched a little to get a closer look. “May I touch,” I said. She nodded. I gently ran my fingers across her warm pussy lips twice, my fingers occasionally encountering the cold, hard feel of metal.

We danced a little more. I was surprised but obviously delighted at how things had become so intimate in such a public place, surrounded as we were by others dancing. A minute or two later it was Layla’s turn to tap me on the shoulder. “Is it okay if I take Angelo somewhere to give him a blow job?” “Of course,” I replied. And then quickly added: “as long as I can come too and you alternate between him and I.” This had happened once before, with a man called James at a previous party, and I knew Layla had fond memories of the experience.

She agreed, and told Angelo. The next 10 minutes or so were a strange combination of frustrating and comic. The club was set out over three floors with around 8-10 different dance floors, bars and rooms, joined by passageways and various sets of stairs. A room reserved for play is reserved for couples, with no single men allowed. We toured round the place twice, looking for somewhere to get frisky. Layla rejected the dark back of the medical play area as too crowded. In desperation we suggested a toilet cubicle in the gents toilet. That suggestion died rapidly with the look of disgust on Layla’s face.

The mood started to dissipate, and it began to look like it wasn’t going to happen. I suggested a corner of the overly bright dungeon. Layla agreed. Angelo and I stood side by side, him to my left, with our backs to the room. “Layla likes to have her tits licked by two men at once,” I told him. I unclipped her top and pulled it down to reveal her breasts. We began playing with one each, stroking, squeezing, massaging. I lent forward and took her left nipple in my mouth, sucking and licking. Angelo took my lead with her right nipple. Layla moaned as her head went back and she pushed her chest towards us.

I lifted my head and enjoyed the sight of Angelo pleasuring my horny wife. I saw an older man a couple behind us, silently watching, enjoying the show. He was a respectable distance back, so I ignored him.

“Do you fancy a couple of cocks,” I said, fixing Layla with a direct look. Angelo stopped licking and raised his head, eyeing her expectantly. “Sure,” she said. She got gingerly to her knees in front of us, trying not to ladder her fishnets. She rubbed Angelo’s cock through his tight black trousers, before unzipping him and releasing his medium-sized cock. She wasted no time in opening her mouth and taking him hungrily into it, pumping in and out, slowly at first. I don’t know why I enjoy the sight of my gorgeous wife taking another man’s cock between her lips, but I do.

After a minute or so, she pulled Angelo’s cock out of her mouth, moved across to me, unzipped me, and opened up to give me my turn. As my cock entered her, she too care to continue to pumping Angelo with her right hand. This sight was approaching off-the-scale hot.

“Look up at us while you’re sucking our dicks,” I commanded sternly. The addition of the eye contact with her beautiful blue eyes as she switched back to take Angelo between her lips while wanking me, was, was again impossibly sexy.

“There’s a man just there,” she said, next time she came up for air, indicating the older man behind us, who now had his cock out. I told her he seemed harmless and not to worry. She went back to her task at hand, or rather both tasks at hand. And mouth.

After only a few minutes Angelo turned to me and asked: “Can I come in her mouth?” I’ve been in these situations a handful of times and the men invariably ask me for permissions to do with Layla’s body. A hangover from the possessive, vanilla world I guess. However I knew her boundaries, and so didn’t have to check with her. “No,” I told him. “But she loves cum on her tits.”

Angelo pulled out of Layla’s mouth, and after a few tugs shot his three creamy ribbons, mostly onto her right shoulder, and then onto her lower neck. Layla’s really did smile like the cat who’d got the cream. Sorry, I couldn’t resist.

Angelo said a swift thank you and goodnight. Layla stayed on her knees, smiling naughtily up at me. She held my gaze and used her hands to massage Angelo’s cum into her breasts. “You are a very, very, very naughty girl,” I told her firmly, failing to stop myself smiling as I looked down at my gorgeously filthy wife.

I pulled my cock out of her mouth and use it to slap her cheeks with it a few times in mock punishment. Looking over my shoulder, the older man was still there, now tucking away at his cock. I had a couple of dirty thoughts. I considered adding to the translucent stain on Layla’s tits myself. I confess I briefly thought about asking her whether she’d like our silent watcher to add his cum too.

“Come on, let’s go for a drink,” I said, and pulled Layla up off her knees. It was the right call. Layla is adventurous, but my instinct that she wouldn’t have appreciated any closer contact with our voyeur with the overly intense look proved right. And anyway, our encounters with the petite pierced brunette and the tall, handsome Italian proved to be only adventures four and five of seven that night, and I was going to need my stamina.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6jw7jb/one_sexy_as_fuck_dance_floor_two_pierced_clit