[FM] We went to a sex club on Valentine’s Day

Been lurking for a bit and I finally built up the courage to share this story here.

Last Valentine’s Day, my partner and I decided to celebrate at a sex club. We were both a bit nervous about how it would go, but being together and communicating often helped calm the nerves.

Also weed.

As we walked into the club, I felt super self-conscious because I’d never dressed so scantily in public before. He was definitely more excited to be there than I was. There were so many young, beautiful couples who also thought this would be an awesome way to spend Valentine’s.

When we walked through the dance area, bar, and bedrooms, I whispered to my partner how insecure I was feeling. He turned to me looking dumbfounded. “What are you talking about? Guys have been looking you up and down since we got here.” He was right. Men were eye-fucking me. Women were eye-fucking me. In my lacy, black plunge bodysuit and stilettos, I walked taller and began to make eye contact. I could see in their eyes how, in that split-second, they imagined what they would do to me and what kinds of things I could do to them. I’d never felt so sexy in my life.

We went from room to room seeing couples and groups enjoy each other while other couples watched. We chatted with couples who were also new to groups and clubs. We did our share of scoping, getting a good feel for each other’s tastes in people. (He’s straight, I’m bi.) All the while, my partner and I quietly talked about our fantasies and the kinds of things we wanted to try. Not only did all the sex talk give me a lady-boner, but also getting to share this experience with my best friend and the one I love gave me an emotional boner.

We found an open bed in one of the empty rooms. He climbed on and I curled up next to him. We started kissing slowly, then I reached down to feel the outline of his hard cock through his pants. He held the back of my neck as I straddled him, kissing his soft lips while he held my lower back. We paused and looked up to see that to our right was a woman on her knees giving a blow job to her man. Another man was leaning against the wall at the foot of our bed getting his own dick sucked by his woman while he watched us. It was a bit startling, but I gotta say it was very flattering to know that being fully clothed and just making out was enough to attract (and turn on) an audience.

We left the room and walked around the club more to soak up more sights. It seemed like everyone grew hornier as it got later. It was a miracle that we ended up finding an empty private room with windows and a door with a lock.

We made our way to the bed, laid out a towel, and began making out. We could hear two couples fucking in the room next to us. I unzipped my man’s pants and started sucking on his dick. Little by little, the clothes came off. He gestured me off of him and positioned me on the bed so he could taste me. I moaned, then he said, “You don’t have to hold back here. You can be as loud as you want.” In that instant, my mind went crazy. There I was, sprawled out on the bed with club-goers walking by and sneaking a peek at us through the window. He took his time with me teasing my clit with his tongue, sprinkling sweet kisses between my thighs every now and then. He reached up to squeeze my breasts and began lightly pinching my nipples. By then I had lost any semblance of control I thought I had; I was lost in his bliss. My body writhed beneath him and he held me down so I couldn’t escape. My moans drew on-lookers and the idea of the image of us turning them on was like icing on delicious cake. When he began to suck on my clit, that was it. I came so hard that I screamed.

He kept going and that seemed to draw out the orgasm. I pushed his head away and led him to lay down on the bed. I tasted myself on his cock, pulling in so I could feel him at the back of my throat. I felt him harden inside my mouth. I gagged and got teary-eyed (I’m a deep-throat novice), then went back to licking the tip of his dick. Without warning, I climbed on top of him. I teased him a bit, tapping the tip of his cock on the lips of my pussy so he could feel how wet I was. I guided him inside of me slowly and he moaned almost like a sigh of relief. I rode him for a little before he pulled me off him for his turn to fuck me.

When we finished, without skipping a beat, we got dressed, tossed the towel in the “used” bin, then walked out the door back into the club like nothing happened. We partook in the free bottles of water they had, smoked some more, and called an Uber to get back home.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/83r2jr/fm_we_went_to_a_sex_club_on_valentines_day