Locking Hubby Out

I hadn’t really been looking forward to visiting the club last Friday. It had been a busy week (well, busy two weeks actually! LOL!!), and I told Hubby I was feeling tired and not really in the mood. But he was insistent, and said he’d been thinking about it all week . . . and that we could have a long lie-in bed in the morning. So . . .

We ate out at one of our favourite restaurants nearby, and arrived at the club just after 11 p.m. It was already busy at the bar, and even as I undressed in the cloakroom, from my top-layers of the coat and dress I’d worn for our meal, I still didn’t feel excited or motivated. I’d worn one of my tiny black lace see-through baby dolls and skimpy g-string, and I could tell as I walked back to the bar that at least Hubby certainly approved . . . and excited.

We spent the next hour chatting to several different couples and were then joined by a single guy whom we had spoken with on a couple of our previous visits. He was quite cheeky and fun to talk with and kept suggesting I go with him into the main room to see “if anything interesting was happening”. Eventually, after an hour of his insistence (and after we’d finished our wine), I gave in and he took my hand and led me off down the corridor. I glanced back to see Hubby smiling and then getting down off his stool to follow us. The crowd around the bar had thinned quite considerably over the past 30 minutes or so . . . and we could now see where they had all disappeared to. Two women were entertaining a number of men on the large low bed in the corner of the main Play Room. Scattered around the edges of the room a number of other couples, and singles, were standing or sitting in various stages of activity. My new companion and I stood just inside the doorway, his arm curled around my back and then stroking me over my bum cheeks. His other hand reached round to start gently pinching at my nipples . . . and then down over my tummy and up and inside my g-string. We were suddenly joined by a blonde woman standing to the left of us who began kissing my neck and shoulders. I glanced over to our right and could see Hubby standing by the other corner smiling across at us. The blonde woman was becoming bolder now, much bolder, as she eased the straps of my top down over my shoulders to bare both my breasts. I felt her breath on my nipples . . . and then her lips sucking from one to the other while my male companions fingers began sliding deliciously in and out . . .
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1 Response May 25, 2012

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