Sex Club Visit

This is the third installment in the adventures of Michael and Margaret. If you like this one you should check out the others. The stories can be read in any order, and you shouldn't expect complete consistency between them. These are not true stories, but they have elements of actual events woven into them.

"I'm nervous," said Margaret as they stood in the lineup to get into the club.

"Me too," said Michael. "I really don't know what to expect."

Finally they got to the front of the line, showed their ID, and entered the club. They gave their warm winter jackets to the coat-check, and Michael took a long look at Margaret's outfit. She was wearing a scandalously short dress with a plunging neckline. It was far more revealing than what Margaret would normally wear to a club, but this was not a normal club.

They went around the corner and up the stairs to the dance floor. Michael intentionally stayed a few steps behind so he could look up Margaret's dress. He knew she was wearing nothing but a thong and a pushup bra underneath, but even though he'd seen them before they left home he still wanted to sneak a peek. Ever the cooperative tease Margaret paused at the top of the stairs to bend over and "adjust her shoes". It was a transparently obvious ploy to give Michael a better view and he couldn't stop a reflexive gasp as more of her ass was briefly revealed, to him and to others on the stairs. She was beautiful, and not afraid to flaunt it.

Michael shook his head and then caught up to Margaret. They went straight to the bar to get some liquid courage - wine and a gin and tonic.

The DJ was spinning some house music with a great beat and they watched as other patrons shimmied on the dance floor. Most of the people were dressed in similarly sexy outfits with a few shapely female buttocks covered by nothing more than a thong.

"Ooh look - she's topless," said Margaret.

"Oh my!" said Michael, pretending to have just noticed the half-naked woman. In fact his breast-radar had noticed her as soon as they had entered the space. The woman was hot and was dancing energetically, her lovely breasts bouncing to the music.

They knew, intellectually, that the dress code for the dance floor merely said that genitals must be covered, so the exposed buttocks and breasts were technically not a surprise. And yet, it was one thing to read this on the web page and another thing entirely to see it in person. The club they were at was a sex club, it was their first time visiting, and it was looking like it was going to be an exciting evening.

With their drinks quickly finished they moved to the dance floor and began absorbing the rhythms of the music. They swayed and gyrated to the beat, always close to each other, sometimes touching. Michael's hand went to Margaret's butt and squeezed, causing her already short dress to ride up higher. Normally this would result in a mild scolding and his hand being removed, but in this situation it was appropriate. Margaret smiled as her lover kneaded her butt cheek and exposed her flesh.

They danced for a few songs as the dance floor filled with more people. A few more topless women appeared and Margaret decided it was time. With safety in numbers she abruptly pushed Michael away and slid the straps of her dress off of her shoulders. She bit her lower lip and stared into his eyes, watching his reactions as her dress was now supported only by her bust.

When a few minutes of dancing failed to cause Margaret's dress to fall below her tits Michael got impatient. He moved in closer, put his arms on her sides, and started gently tugging on her dress. Margaret closed her eyes and swayed, trancelike, as the dress gradually slipped down over her breasts and then fell to her waist. Michael gave a deep sigh of lust and satisfaction as he stared down at her luscious breasts, hidden only by a mostly-transparent white bra with a lacy fringe. Her nipples were clearly visible, her toned stomach moved like a belly dancer's, as she stuck out her chest to emphasize what she had.

Michael shed his own shirt and tossed it on a nearby couch. He pulled Margaret's body close to his, pressing his naked chest against her bra, grabbing her buttocks in one hand while pulling her head in for a kiss with the other.

Once the undressing had started it was easy to continue. When Michael undid the clasp at the back of Margaret's bra she merely shrugged her shoulders in a way that made it easier for Michael to slide the straps off. Suddenly her bra fell into his hand and her naked nipples were rubbing in his chest hair. Michael looked around at what was becoming a sea of half-naked bodies and confirmed that nobody was paying them any attention. Well, there was one woman - wearing only a garter belt, stockings, and lacy panties - giving them a once over, but generally the other people on the dance floor were either mostly interested in their partners or were soaking in the overall ambience of sexy flesh.

Finally Michael decided to abandon the pretense of the "dress" which was now nothing more than a strip of cloth around Margaret's waist. He pulled it over her head and tossed it and her bra onto the same chair with his shirt. He then removed his tight stretch jeans, revealing a bright-blue thong whose pouch was straining to contain his hard cock. The head kept threatening to poke out and break the "no exposed genitals" rule and a dark spot of pre-cum was visible to anyone who looked closely enough.

He grabbed her right breast with one hand and her left buttock with the other and they ground against each other. Margaret could feel his erection throbbing against her stomach as they pressed their bodies together. She could also feel his firm buttocks with her hands as he flexed.

They eventually grabbed another round of drinks - standing topless in the bar line wearing thongs felt surreal - then danced a bit more. And then Michael asked Margaret if she was ready to explore upstairs.

Undressing on the dance floor had taken some courage, but it wasn't so different from going to a topless beach which they had done many times before. Going upstairs was going to be brand new. Upstairs the rules were different. The dress code was different, and the behavioural code was different. Full nudity was allowed. And so was public sex. And Michael and Margaret were not entirely sure what they would see. Or what they would do.

Margaret didn't immediately answer - sometimes saying yes was hard - so Michael held her hand and with a little tug, headed towards the stairs. Margaret followed nervously, with Michael's pull giving her permission to do what she wanted but was scared to acknowledge.

The first thing they saw when they reached the second floor was a man lying on a mattress with his hard cock being sucked by a woman wearing nothing but a pushup bra. She was stroking his cock with one hand while trying to swallow as much of his cock as possible while simultaneously fingering her pussy. Margaret watched in amazement as the woman's lips briefly touched the man's stomach before beginning the slow journey back up his long cock. Meanwhile she could see the woman's fingers sliding in and out of her pussy - it was quite the tableau.

Michael was also enjoying the show, but he had other plans. He pulled Margaret over to the railing so that they were overlooking the dance floor. The sea of half-naked bodies was still undulating below them and the beat continued vibrating their bodies. As Margaret leaned against the railing she felt Michael pulling her thong down. Right. The dress code was different here. The token thong was no longer required.

As soon as the thong hit the floor Margaret felt Michael's cock in the crack of her ass. Apparently he had wasted no time removing his final item of clothing as well and he was now rubbing his painfully erect dick against her butt. Margaret arched her back like a cat and Michael seized the opportunity. He had been waiting long enough. He swung his hips back and then forwards and managed a perfect hands-free entry into Margaret's soaking wet pussy. Margaret squealed in surprise and pleasure as Michael groaned.

After weeks of nervousness about how they would feel about being at the sex club they had, apparently, adjusted very quickly. Within two minutes of going up the stairs they were both naked and were having sex in public. They were looking down on the dance floor and anybody looking up would see them while they were having sex. They would see them fucking. Their latent exhibitionist tendencies were loving this.

As they got into a rhythm of gentle fucking - there was no hurry - they started looking around. The expert fellatrix was continuing her impressive work to their left, and to their right a busty woman was riding her partner, her tits flying wildly as she bounced up and down on his dick, swearing enthusiastically. Her pussy lips were being pulled out and pushed in by his thick cock as she slid up and down.

The mixture of voyeurism and exhibitionism - both men on the bed were watching Michael and Margaret intently - was turning them on. It was a big part of why they had decided to come to the club. They felt badass for having done this much this easily and they were both wondering what more might happen.

Just then she walked up the stairs. The hot woman in the garter belt and stockings from the dance floor. She had perfect 36 C tits and sensuous hips which swayed as she walked. She was staring at them with a predatory look, with eyes for nobody else.

The hot woman (let's call her "Penn") found an empty spot on the large communal bed, between blow-job and cowgirl, and lay down. She made a point of sliding her lacy panties down her legs like a stripper, then tossed them towards the railing. They landed right beside Michael and Margaret and Michael's gaze was briefly torn from the garter-belt vision to the panties by his feet.

When he glanced back at the bed Penn was rubbing a finger along her shaved slit. Michael could see the glistening moisture. He watched as Penn dipped her finger inside herself, got it nice and moist, and then started gently rubbing her clit as he continued to rail Margaret. His eyes focused on her pussy and as he did all other details - other people having sex, the dance floor, Penn's face, and Margaret - disappeared from view and from his thoughts.

He briefly startled and worried that staring at another woman masturbating while he was fucking Margaret might be a breach of protocol. He needn't have worried. He glanced at Margaret and her gaze was just as focused on Penn's fingers and what they were doing.

Suddenly Penn's finger motions changed. She turned her hand palm up and now her come-hither motion was not her masturbating - it was her beckoning. A glance at her face confirmed her intentions - she wanted them to come join her. Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.

They'd talked about this. They'd talked about whether they should play with somebody else and they'd talked about how to make it happen. They hadn't decided anything, but now it was being decided for them. Penn was irresistible. They didn't even consider the possibility of saying no.

Michael pulled out of Margaret's warm pussy and Michael and Margaret walked over to Penn. Penn smiled. She reached out for Margaret and the two women's bodies tangled together on the bed.

Michael watched as the women fondled each other's bodies. Margaret had never been with a woman before but she seemed to be a fast learner. She immediately started sucking Penn's breast while Penn's hands roamed all over Margaret's body. Margaret moaned throatily around the nipple in her mouth as one of Penn's fingers slid into Margaret's pussy. "I've wanted to do that since I saw you on the dance floor," said Penn.

The two women continued adjusting their positions in order to better reach the body parts of interest. Margaret didn't want to release Penn's nipple and she certainly didn't want Penn's lovely finger to stop flexing inside her pussy but she eventually rotated her body enough so that she could slide a finger inside Penn, and Penn used her spare hand to squeeze one of Margaret's tits.

Michael's presence was forgotten, but he didn't mind. He occasionally glanced at the other two couples on the huge bed, but mostly he watched as Margaret had her first experience with sapphic pleasures. The two women stroked and kissed and fingered and he could smell their arousal.

Eventually Michael moved in closer and, after a quick consent check with Penn, started fondling both bodies. Margaret's buttocks were easily accessible so he squeezed them while running his other hand the length of Penn's body, from the curve of her breasts to her hips, with his thumb ending on her clit. He could see and feel Margaret's hand massaging inside Penn while his hand was massaging outside and it was the first time that they had shared a woman. It felt good. It felt hot. His untouched penis stayed rock hard.

"I want to kiss you," Margaret boldly said to Penn, as she grew more comfortable in her first lesbian experience. Penn reached her head up to Margaret's and they passionately but briefly kissed. "Not there," Margaret said as she pulled away.

"That sounds lovely," said Penn. "Go for it."

"And I want you to kiss me at the same time," said Margaret. She had a plan

Penn smiled approvingly and Margaret turned her body around 180 degrees. She looked down at Penn's perfect labia and licked her lips. She'd had thoughts of going down on a woman for years but had never worked up the courage to find an opportunity. And here it was. Penn's shaved pussy was fully exposed and Margaret was going to do this.

Just then Penn pulled Margaret's hips down. Penn pressed her nose into Margaret's pussy and pressed her tongue against Margaret's clit. Penn started rubbing her whole face around Margaret's pussy and licked and sucked Margaret's swollen pleasure knob. Margaret had been eaten out many times - Michael was exceptional at it - but this was different. Penn's skin was smooth and soft, without the inevitable hint of male stubble, and her technique was different. It was good. Margaret temporarily forgot about her plan to kiss Penn's pussy and arched her back in pleasure. She closed her eyes and focused on the sensations going through her body. Penn was squeezing her hips, kneading her buttocks, and insistently pulling her pussy down onto Penn's face. The pressure and the passion were overwhelming.

Michael was enjoying the sensual sight and had planned to just watch for a bit, but when Margaret's face stayed arched up in passion he couldn't resist. He moved forwards and pressed his cock to her lips.

Margaret's eyes were still closed so his cock arrived without warning, but she happily welcomed it. She opened her mouth and let Michael gently slide inside. Her tongue and lips bathed the head and shaft of his cock and she reveled in the pleasure she was giving him while Penn continued to pleasure her. Michael and Margaret enjoyed doing a 69 so this wasn't the first time she'd sucked his cock while being eaten, but this was a totally different experience. The angle was different and the person going to town on her pussy was not distracted. Margaret, on the other hand, was distracted by Penn, but she kept her tongue and lips moving, and her teeth covered while Michael gently fucked her mouth.

But she wanted to eat pussy. She'd never done that before, and she wanted to cross that item off her bucket list. She pushed Michael away and tipped her head down to try a new experience.

It did not disappoint.

Margaret started by gently pressing her tongue against Penn's clit. She then licked, sucked, and then kept alternating between these two motions. She did what she liked and hoped that Penn would like it also.

Penn did. Penn didn't say anything but she gave some obvious signs. She squeezed Margaret's hips more tightly, she thrust upwards with her own hips, and her body vibrated with pure sexual energy.

Margaret experimented. She ran her tongue along Penn's slit, tasting the juices. She sucked Penn's labia into her mouth, savoring the texture and shape, both slightly different from her own, which she had lots of experience with touching, but only with her fingers. She pulled back her head and watched pornographically as she slid a finger into Penn's pussy. Then she returned to alternating between licking and sucking Penn's clit, while finger fucking her, while being expertly eaten. It was amazing. Margaret was reveling in the excitement of licking a pussy for the first time, while also feeling powerful waves of pleasure from the feminine face between her legs. She pressed her face into Penn's labia and rubbed Penn with her nose, chin, lips, and tongue.

Michael watched for a while, loving the voyeuristic experience, but eventually wanted more. And he knew what Margaret wanted. He knew her plan. They'd talked about this.

He moved to the other end of the women's stretched out bodies. He grabbed a pillow and gently slid it under Penn's head, raising her head, and with it raising Margaret's hips. Perfect.

Michael carefully placed his knees beside Penn's head and then pressed down on the middle of Margaret's back, causing her to arch her hips slightly so as to better present her pussy. Michael moved his hips forward and was trying to figure out how to get his cock inside Margaret when Penn decided to help. She grabbed his cock - the first time in years that somebody other than Margaret had touched it - and pulled it. With her hand pulling his cock down and with her tongue pushing the head of his cock up the tricky entry was easily accomplished. Suddenly Michael was deep in Margaret's pussy. His balls were resting on Penn's forehead and she resumed licking Margaret's pussy. This was the plan. This was the stretch-goal perfect scenario that they had envisioned when fantasizing about this trip to the sex club and Michael couldn't believe that they were actually doing it.

Penn's hands and tongue were now doing double duty. Penn kept moving her tongue and lips from Margaret's clit to Michael's shaft and balls. Meanwhile her left hand was still fondling and kneading Margaret's hip and bum, while her right hand was lightly touching his balls and then touching Margaret's slit from where his cock was entering, all the way to her throbbing clit.

It was everything Michael could have asked for. And Margaret was clearly having an amazing time as she kept swearing, and screaming, and moaning in pleasure. She was the loudest person on the bed and Michael was sure that the sounds of her cries were audible to those in the bar lineup below. She was being fucked, and licked, and squeezed, and it sounded like the combination of these sensations were beating her lofty expectations for this moment.

With the multiple types of stimulation that Margaret was receiving it wasn't a surprise when she came first. Her cries grew louder and choppier and suddenly her body tensed. She spasmed and Michael could feel her pussy clenching around his cock and could see her hips pressing harder against Penn's face. It looked like a powerful orgasm, and it lasted for a while as Margaret's body repeatedly tensed and spasmed.

Eventually Margaret's spasms slowed, then stopped, and she pulled away. Penn gasped for air - she'd been temporarily (but happily) suffocated by the pressure of Margaret's pussy. "It's too much - don't touch me anymore," Margaret said as she lifted her hips off of Penn's head and away from Michael's cock.

Margaret shook her head as if to clear the orgasmic fog, and suddenly got a perverted glint in her eye.

"Okay, here's what we're going to do," she said. "I'm going on the bottom now. I want you sitting on my face," she said, pointing at Penn. "But don't touch my pussy. It's too sensitive now." And then she told Michael, "And I want you to fuck her."

We did as we were told. In short order Michael was fucking Penn from behind - the first woman other than Margaret that he'd fucked in years - while Penn sat on Margaret's face.

Margaret was in heaven. She'd dreamed about this scenario - masturbated to it - many times, and now she was living it. She could see Michael's beautiful cock, soaked with Penn's juices. She could taste their combined flavours and she was kissing and licking and fondling everything that she could reach. She couldn't decide which buttocks to squeeze or which genitals to lick so she did her best to do everything, with a special focus on having her tongue right where Michael's cock was pulling in and out of Penn's pussy.

Margaret tried to fondle Michaels balls and stroke his cock but it was awkward so she mostly ended up squeezing his bum and Penn's bum while her tongue roamed around.

The focus was now on getting Penn and Michael to come. Michael had his eye on the prize and started thrusting harder.

It didn't take long. Michael had been hard for about an hour and while he didn't want things to end he really wanted release. His hips were thrusting forwards and backwards, he knew that his balls were slapping against Margaret's forehead, and he could feel the semen boiling up inside of him.

Suddenly it happened. Michael grabbed Penn's hips and pulled back on them as he thrust forward as hard as he could. He momentarily stopped caring about anyone else and just wanted to maximize the strength of his orgasm. He could feel pulses of semen jetting down his cock and he tensed his muscles and thrust forwards with each pulse.

Finally the spasms and spurts stopped and he slowly pulled out. He could hear Margaret making hungry noises and he knew she was swallowing his come as it dripped out of Penn's pussy. Margaret always liked eating Michael's come and he knew she wasn't going to miss the opportunity as it dripped out of Penn's wet pussy.

Michael slid two fingers inside of Penn and curled it around to reach her g-spot. That plus, well, plus everything else finally did the trick. Penn started saying, "oh my god oh my god oh my god," on repeat and finally she shook, and shuddered, and came. She collapsed on top of Margaret, Michael pulled out his fingers, and eventually they all rolled onto their backs on the bed.

Michael gazed up at the ceiling and marvelled at all they had done. They had checked off many items on their sexual bucket list, and all of it with a woman that they had just met and whose name they still didn't know. Amazing.

Michael's only regret was that he hadn't had the chance to be the one licking a pussy while it was getting fucked. Margaret and Penn had both had that experience, and he had loved being the cock that was getting licked and fucked, but he was just the tiniest bit disappointed at not getting to be on the other side of this. He wanted an opportunity to be the one with the close-up view of a cock sliding into a pussy and he wanted to be the one licking both.

At that moment they all looked up and saw a handsome naked man with a gorgeous cock watching them. Penn said, "Hey everyone, this is my husband. Maybe we can let him join in the fun sometime." Michael smiled as he realized that he was probably going to get his wish next time.