‘Newbies!’ she exclaimed, casually taking my hand across the table. ‘How exciting! Why did you decide to take the plunge?’
‘Always looking to try something new’, I replied as coolly as I could. ‘We’ve always fantasied about being watched while having sex’ — I couldn’t help but smile girlishly here — ‘and maybe tonight’s the night we finally try it.’
‘I’m sure it will be’, Dominica replied. She squeezed my hand gently. ‘But are you interested in trying more?’
I froze. The words hung in the air as I glanced at James, and saw in his eyes the same uncertainty, apprehension and nervous excitement I was suddenly feeling at the implicit suggestion in Dominica’s words. In coming to the sex club, we hadn’t imagined we would even talk to the other patrons, let alone engage in whatever Dominica was offering. And yet my pussy was now tingling with excitement, as my mind flooded with images of my naked body locked around the guy sitting opposite me. I gulped, unsure how to respond, feeling the silence drag on and the sexual tension rising, until Daniel finally spoke.
‘Be gentle Domi. You’ll scare off the newbies’.
‘I’m only teasing,’ said Dominica with a devilish smile. ‘Come on, let’s get shots and then hit the dancefloor,’ she added, pulling me to my feet. I followed her to the bar and knocked back two tequila shots in quick succession, trying to calm the butterflies in my stomach. Then we were back on the dancefloor, Dominica holding me closely as we swayed together to the music, our men watching closely from the sidelines. I could see James and Daniel talking together conspiratorially, their eyes glued on our every move.
‘You know what really drives men wild?’ Dominica whispered in my ear.
I knew. I’d wanted to try it from the moment I set eyes on her bright scarlet lipstick. I kissed her firmly, feeling the special softness of another woman. Her tongue darted gently into my mouth, and I felt her hand wandering up my body to gently caress my boobs. We dragged out the kiss, knowing we were now the centre of attention around the club. When we finished, I looked over to James and saw him watching intently. I could make out his fevered arousal just from his awkward posture in the chair.
‘Mmmm’, Dominica moaned in my ear as she grinded her body against mine. ‘That was fun.’
‘Looks like the boys enjoyed it as well,’ I replied.
‘Tell me’, she asked. ‘What do you think of Daniel?’
Disarmed by her directness, and the lingering warmth of our kiss, I had to reply honestly.
‘Definitely my type.’
‘Well how would you like…’ — she paused here, clearly enjoying teasing me — ‘to dance with him.’
I laughed nervously. ‘Sure.’
Dominica beckoned the two men over, and they rose to their feet to join us. She intercepted James before he reached me, taking his hand.
‘You’re dancing with me hotstuff’, she instructed. James looked at me expectantly and I nodded my permission. Soon they were dancing flirtatiously, Dominica flaunting her arse at him, touching him gently before gyrating away. Before I had time to feel jealous, Daniel was standing in front of me.
‘May I have the next dance’ he asked, holding out his hands. Mock chivalry or not, I was overcome, struggling to stand as my legs turned to jelly. I half collapsed into his arms, holding him tightly as we slow danced around the room, oblivious to the fast beat of the music. I pressed my face into his chest, inhaling his aftershave, mindfucking him furiously, imagining our naked bodies pressed together, riding the dick I could feel gently stirring in his pants. Perhaps it was the shots, perhaps it was the intoxication of the bold new experience, but I couldn’t help myself. I slipped my hand around his neck and planted a gentle kiss on his lips. He returned the kiss passionately, holding me close. Moments later I came to my senses and pulled away, looking around for James. He was dancing closely with Dominica but his eyes were fixed on me, a mixture of confusion and arousal plastered across his face. I held his gaze guiltily.
‘Sorry’, I mouthed across the room.
‘It’s okay,’ he mouthed back. He glanced down at Dominica, then looked back at me, the question writ large across his face. I nodded, understanding perfectly, and he leaned down to kiss Dominica. I felt my stomach knot in a contortion of jealousy and excitement. Torn between the shock of watching my husband kissing another woman, and the sexual arousal coursing through every inch of my body.
‘Everything okay?’ asked Daniel.
By way of answer, I pulled him into another kiss, using my body to show him just how turned on I was. It had been years since I had kissed any man other than James, and the effect was intoxicating. Knowing James was just across the room, kissing someone else, only heightened the intensity. Every inch of me was trembling and quivering, collapsing into Daniel. We kissed over and over, oblivious to the world around us, his lips gently tracing up my neck, along my cheeks, and then back onto my mouth. When we broke off, gasping for air, Daniel looked at me intensely.
‘Are you ready to take this upstairs?’
I tried to hold his gaze, tried to stop shaking, but it was a lost cause. I was on a crazy speeding train I had no memory of boarding, and it was hurtling me headfirst along a track I had never contemplated taking. And yet I couldn’t bear to stop. The deep ache in my pussy needed to ride this train to the final station.
‘Let’s go,’ I managed.
He took me by the hand and led me to where James and Dominica were still locked together in a passionate embrace. They broke apart as we approached, Daniel and Dominica exchanging knowing glances, while James looked at me guiltily.
‘Time to take this upstairs?’ asked Dominica.
Daniel nodded. I shrugged and looked at James. ‘Well, I think’ stammered James. ‘I mean, if you’re okay…’
‘Come on,’ said Dominica, ‘we can discuss details upstairs. Follow me.’
Taking charge, she steered us off the dancefloor and towards the door at the back of the room. We followed her up a narrow flight of stairs, ducked through a red curtain, and suddenly found ourselves surrounded by writhing naked bodies. My jaw dropped almost to the ground. It was more intense than even my most wild imaginings of what exactly went on inside a sex club. We were in a large open room with four beds joined together in the centre, and rows of couches around the outside. All around us were couples and groups going at it in all sorts of crazy configurations. Right ahead of me, I could see the women in the red dress I’d noticed earlier, perched on a bed on all fours while one man pumped into her from behind and the other plunged his dick into her mouth. On another bed so many bodies were tangled together it looked like a living organism. In the couches around the room different couples were fucking gently, or touching each other while watching the show around them. The air was filled was the unmistakable smell of sex, while a ripple of soft moans echoed backwards and forwards across the room.
‘I know, very overwhelming on your first time’ said Dominica with a chuckle. ‘Let’s find somewhere with a bit more privacy.’