Going Solo

Back in early October Hubby suggested I go to the daytime event “What Women. Want” at VA for their Halloween party. It was during half term, and he’d take the day off to watch the kids. I spoke to a FWB I know quite well to see if he’d go with me, and we booked up. My friend has an Aquaman vibe going on, he’s gorgeous, well built and we genuinely connect as friends and enjoy each other’s company. He’s not been on the scene long and has only been to a club once before.

Anyway, Aquaman was having doubts, so I reassured him that I would introduce him to the people I already knew, and that we would meet new people together. After all it’s all about the social side the first few times you visit a club. We went in feeling good, I introduced him to some friends who were already there, other people we knew from the group chat came and went and there was a great friendly vibe. We met up with a couple who are friends of friends and I’d met at the previous WWW event. They’re both awesome, funny, sweet, friendly, and he’s pretty easy on the eye. Anyway, after sitting in the same spot for too long, I convinced Aquaman to explore the club and ended up in the dungeon. I tell Aquaman that I’m a huge fan of the swing, but it’s occupied so he sits me down on a raised platform, climbs on to his knees on the lower platform and starts kissing me. Before long he gently lays me down, eases my legs apart and lifts my tutu (I’m in Halloween costume!). He plants tender kisses along my inner thigh, working his soft lips up my legs until he un-pops my bodysuit and starts kissing and sucking my clit. Now we’ve played together often enough for him to know my weaknesses, but he also like to tease me and make me wait. He alternates between intense focus on my clit then his lips wander to explore other parts of my body whilst he slips a couple of fingers inside of me. Before long I’m coming on his fingers, both of us dripping with wetness. I switch positions with him and drop to my knees, slowly taking just the tip of his cock into my mouth. I can see him fighting the urge to push my head down, but he knows I don’t play that way. I’m in my element as I look up at his face watching the effect my tongue has on him, feeling him squirm and twitch as I take him deep down my throat. I ease off and swirl my tongue around the head of his cock, watching him as he opens his eyes and searches the room. It’s still early in the day and the room is empty except for a lady in the swing who is enjoying the company of a friend of mine and another man. I feel him stiffen in my mouth as he sees something that excites him, and he looks down at me smiling. He slowly slides his hands up the back of my neck gently gripping my hair and guides me up from my knees to his mouth. We kiss gently, teasing each other with our tongues, both holding back. There is such electricity and anticipation between us, we’ve both been here enough times to know what is coming and how good it will be.

I tell him I’m nipping to get my “go bag” and that I’ll be back in a minute. However, as I leave a group of about 10 people file in and start forming a crowd around a woman bent over the spanking bench and receiving a flogging. Normally I would carry my little bag of tricks with me, but it was early in the day, and I wasn’t really prepared. My little “Hoe on the go” cosmetics bag usually contains my fave condoms, lube, and a bullet vibe, but I’ve been known to add a few other toys depending on who I’m meeting and what I’m hoping will happen. I nip to my locker, grab my bag, and decide to pop to the loo before getting down to it. Along the way several people stop me to chat in the bar and the atmosphere is buzzing. I return to the dungeon to find it is full now, and Aquaman is nowhere to be seen. I have a slight uneasy feeling knowing his nervousness beforehand and hope that he’s not had a wobble, so I start to look for him. I move through the now extremely crowded bar, swerving people who want me to stop and chat. I check the various rooms, now full of naked writhing bodies and continue to the hot tub. He’s not there and I have no idea why. I decide to do one more loop and leave the hot tub area to come face to face with him kissing another woman. Now if you don’t visit sex clubs often, you wouldn’t understand the kissing culture. Kissing happens often, it’s almost the swingers version of a peck on the cheek to say hello. It’s a noncommittal way to test the waters and is everywhere you look. I know it’s just a kiss, no biggy, and I have no right to be jealous, we came to play with other people, so I take a moment and then approached them introducing myself to the other woman. I chat briefly with the lady and we discuss the merits of an extremely hot tall bearded guy who seems to pass by us 3 or 4 times and then I make my excuses. I go and to find the female of the couple spoke to earlier and have a drink.

After a while I see Aquaman again and whisper in his ear that the swing is free. I take his hand and lead him back to the dungeon, determined to get my go on the swing. At the entrance there is a gorgeous woman cuffed to the St Andrew’s cross being flogged by a couple. I pause and let him enjoy the view for a while, allowing him to revel in the kinky side of him that I generally steer away from. Then I lead him to the swing and climb on. He gently takes my foot, still in my high stiletto and threads it through the leg harness, then does the same with the other. He gets to his knees and starts to tease my pussy with his tongue, instantly taking me back to where we left off half an hour before. Suddenly an almighty crack fills the tall echoey room as one of the women in the threesome next to us get the spanking of her life. Aquaman is desperate to watch, this is still so new and exciting to him, so I hop off the swing and suck on his cock allowing him to take in the sights. The threesome finishes up and I ask Aquaman if he’d prefer to stop and watch the other people, he says he wouldn’t, but he is so distracted. He pushes me back into the swing and starts kissing me and is quickly sliding his fingers in and out of me. It’s not long before I squirt everywhere and hear the liquid hit on the tile floor below, no doubt covering his costume too. He doesn’t stop, he knows this happens time and time again when we’re together, if I truly let go. 15 minutes of kissing touching and squirting and he’s not yet been inside me, he’s now distracted by a new threesome sharing the spanking bench, and by the pool of wetness on the floor. I can see something click inside his head as he grabs the chains I’m hanging from, and he slips his cock inside of me. It takes a little while to figure out how to manipulate the swing, to master the angles and rhythm but before long I’m screaming as an orgasm rips through my body. This would normally be just the beginning for us but I’m suddenly very aware of how distracted he is and have convinced myself he’d rather be elsewhere, so I ask him to release me and help me down from the swing. It is only now I realise what a mess I have made as I land in the pool of liquid, and it soaks into my stockings. We work together to clean and sterilise the space and I head to change and clean up.

A change of clothes later and I’m back in the bar, I find time to talk to old friends and new people from the chat group and am grateful for the friendly buzz as I am now alone again. In fact, I’m not sure I’ve ever been to an event where so many people have approached me, both to chat and to play. It’s a concept hubby and I are very aware of, its much less intimidating to approach a woman on her own than if she is glued to a man’s side, especially when that man is 6’3. Eventually I was approached by the guy that I was eyeing up when chatting with Aquaman and his new friend. Fuck, he was tall, handsome and had a body to die for – and I needed a distraction. He asked to kiss me, and it was so hot I was instantly turned on, so after a brief discussion he led me to the playroom. The playroom was heaving, just like that scene from Eyes Wide Shut, but we find some room on a bed next to two men who are casually chatting while one is balls deep in the other’s wife. Mr Tall dark and handsome is greeted by name and they make room for us. We kiss and he tentatively glides his hands over my body, I can sense some hesitance (or perhaps shyness?) so I let my domme side take control. I push him on to his back and straddle him. Leaning on my hands to kiss him and slowly work my way down his body. I feel him growing harder under his boxers, confirming his hesitance was lack of confidence as opposed to reluctance. I pull the band of his boxers down, allowing his cock to spring free and plunge my lips down around him. The growling noise that bubbles up from his throat does something to me, knowing how much he is enjoying himself gets me so turned on. After a while I can feel him getting close and he reaches down and pulls my lips to his and undoes my bra. He’s leaning against the wall and pulls me on to his lap so he can take my nipple between his teeth to nibble and suck. I have such sensitive nipples and love them being played with, so I was delighted to enjoy this and let it take over me for a while. I open my eyes after a while to see the other lady on the bed reach over and start stroking Mr Tall dark and handsome’s arm, they clearly know each other. Whilst still having my nipple between his teeth I watch his hand trail up her thigh and start to play with her pussy whilst she is kissing one of the men. We continue to explore each other and the other guys start to become more aware of our presence, adjusting their bodies to show us we’re welcome to join in. For those of you with an untrained eye, this is often how group play/orgies start, tentative touching and teasing, groups merging together, exploring each other. But this is not how orgies start for me. Don’t get me wrong, I am a huge fan of group play, but never with someone I’ve not previously spoken to or established an attraction and a spark. I need my mind to engage as much as my body. I climb off my partner placing him between me and the threesome and run my hand down to his cock, letting him know I’m still keen and happy for him to continue playing. Slowly he becomes part of their group and is encouraging me to join in, but I withdraw, letting him know he is more than welcome to join in but that I’m not interested. I sit and watch for a bit gradually moving myself to the periphery to the show. I felt there was a now or never moment as one of the guys places his hand on my back encouraging me to join in. It was done in a such a way that I was made to feel wanted yet not threatened, yet it was time, I whispered my thanks to my partner and bowed out. I moved to scoot off the edge of the bed and was offered a hand by a guy I played with last time I attended VA (the one with the ice cube) and was escorted from the room. This is by no means a sad story, I left that room happy, I enjoyed some soft play and had I asked, I’m pretty sure Mr Tall dark and handsome would have turned his attention back to me. But who am I to stop an orgy, or more likely now a gang bang.

I return to the bar and enjoy socialising with more people. I bump into a guy I’ve met before and once again we hit off. We decide to have a walk about and check out what’s going on, the sex club version of a turn about the garden. The crowd has thinned out as it’s gone 4.30pm and I haven’t seen Aquaman in over 3 hours. We find a nice comfy sofa and get handsy whilst we chat, for various reasons he wasn’t up for full play that day so we had some kissing and very slow sensual touching. There’s no way I can avoid that sounding like a teenage fumble, but I was already in lingerie, and he in his boxers so it got hot very quickly. The guy from the couple I was chatting to earlier came over to say he was leaving and so we had a little smooch and promised to make up for it next time. I’ve not played with him, but we’d been messaging ahead of time and he’s now asked me for a private meet as I can’t make it to the next event. We return to the bar, and I get chatting to some other people. I feel a hand trail along my lower back as Aquaman walks by on his way to the changing room. He tells me he’s leaving, gives me a little kiss and says we’ll talk later.

On reflection, I had a great time at VA even though it was a mixed bag. Before going hubby told me I looked the hottest he’d ever seen me before a club, and I was feeling it. I loved my little witchy outfit. I’ve never been so sociable, met so many people and honestly felt so desired in club environment.

Author and credit for the following blog -🔗 Happy Hot Wife x 

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