My Night at a Swinger’s Club Part Three: The Insatiable Man [Group]

We were still seated on the couch, naked, beside our new friends we just finished playing with. Both the wife and I had our hands wrapped around our husband’s erections, stroking slowly as we took in the multitudes of other couples having sex in the room, the sounds of women’s moans mixing with the soft club music.

Before long, my husband whispered in my ear that he’d like to seek another couple for play. We thanked our friends for the fun we shared and wished them a good evening, then wandered to a darker room on the floor with walls covered in mattresses as well as the floor. Almost as soon as we walked in the room, a couple entered behind us; the husband asked if his wife could blow my husband, and we both nodded. My husband got down on the floor and the wife crawled over him to take him all the way in her mouth.

Once they started, the husband slowly stepped forward and pulled me closer to him and we began kissing, gently at first, until hands began to roam and it became a bit more hungry. We separated and he bent down to slowly lower my lacy red thong and pull it off one foot, then turned me around so my chest and hands were up against the wall. He started to kiss the side of my neck, down to my shoulders, over to the back of my neck and down further, while his hands cupped my ass cheeks.

He moved closer and pressed his naked hard-on against my backside, continuing to kiss my back and shoulders; he even dragged his tongue along each shoulder before taking a soft bite. I had never been licked before, but something about the atmosphere, my pre-existent arousal, feeling the warm air turn cool as it touched the wet spot, made it all feel so erotic. I was moaning into the wall.

He turned me around and we began to kiss more feverishly, my hands reaching to his head, my fingers running through his hair. He then asked me to take him in my mouth, so I got down on my knees and did as requested. With one hand grasped at the base of his cock, I opened my mouth and ran my tongue all along his shaft and over the head. I put my lips to his tip and slowly pushed him in, so happy to be sucking another cock this evening. I moved at a slow pace, up and down, in and out, before he put his hand to my chin to look up at him. I continued taking him as far in my mouth as I could, dragging my tongue along the way, and he threw his head back; I could hear him groan “ohhhh, fuuuuck”, and he put his hand to the back of my head to continue guiding me for his pleasure.

Before long, he pulled himself away from my mouth; a long strand of saliva mixed with precum hung from my mouth to his cock. I hadn’t realized how much I had been drooling as I sucked him off. He bent down in front of me and we kissed again before he helped lower me onto my back. I was now laying directly beside my husband; I heard the wife gagging on his cock and watched her head bob up and down. It was at this moment that her husband began licking me. I wish I could properly describe her husband’s technique, but I was lost in the feeling.

One important aspect of the lifestyle, and especially in a club setting, is to check on your partner and make sure everyone is doing well. My husband, still laying on his back beside me, asked if I was doing okay. I wanted to answer, but all I could get out was “ya-aaahhhaaa yesssss mmmmm”. My husband smiled and it melted my heart. He was watching his wife get off by a stranger, and he was loving it. My husband and I started to kiss and I moaned into his mouth. The husband kept licking, bringing me closer to orgasm with each movement of his tongue. I moan quite loudly, and I was certain everyone in the club could hear me clearly. Finally, I came, with the man’s head still between my legs and my forehead resting against my husband’s. The husband kept licking, I could practically hear him lapping away, and I tried to catch my breath. I rubbed the man’s shoulders and put my hand to his neck to get his attention to let him know I came.

He crawled up towards me and we began to kiss again, my hands in his hair and his groin rubbing against my belly. We kept this up for a few minutes before he seemed hungry for me again. He returned to my soaking wet pussy and started licking, but this time he was humming. I don’t know who this man is, but he could compete with one of my gentler vibrators. The combination of his humming and licking escalated the pleasure and I swore I was going to cum again in no time. He slid in a finger and I whimpered louder than before, if that was possible. I think I heard my husband chuckle, clearly tickled at how much I was enjoying this. I was whimpering and shouting, my hands tightly gripping on this man’s shoulders, my nails digging in, as his tongue brought me closer and closer to orgasm.

I started to grind into his mouth. He removed his finger and used his hands to spread my lips further, his tongue never once stopping. He kept on humming, and I’m now wondering if he ever had a chance to breathe. He was insatiable, as if the absolute only thing he wanted to do, the only place he wanted to be, was between my legs licking away. Finally, I felt a warmth growing deep inside, stronger and stronger, my moans the only thing I could hear, and it all reached a climax, the warmth releasing outwards and all through my legs, to my toes, and up to my arms and my fingertips while I shouted “yes!” and “yaaaa”.

I opened my eyes to see my husband smiling at me, the other man still between my legs licking. I happily sighed and my husband reached for my wrist to check the time on my watch. “Oh shit”, he said. I looked down to see it was passed the time we said we’d leave. We had to run home, now, to let the babysitter go. The husband was still licking and I felt like I was going to cum again; my first orgasm takes a while but each comes more easily and faster after that. I started to moan more but knew we had to leave.

I touched the husband’s head to get his attention and let him know we were done. He looked up at me and came forward to kiss me. I thanked him and we kissed more. My husband grabbed his boxers and I looked for my thong while the husband and wife laid on the floor together, arms wrapped around each other. Once I found my thong, I turned to the couple to thank them and say goodbye and the husband kissed me once more, thanking me as well.

We ran out from the back room and into the main play area, seeing our friends from earlier. We waved and said goodnight as we passed a dozen other couples still wrapped up in their own ecstasy on the floor and couches. We ran to our locker and quickly put our clothes back on, one couple commenting to us they were sad to see us go because they wanted to play. Once dressed, we exited the car and drove home, talking about the adventurous evening the whole way.

It’s been a few days, and I still can’t believe we did all that. I find myself randomly smiling in a meeting or giggling as I walk down a hall at work. I had so much fun that evening, and no one around me has any idea what I did ?

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