A Night at the Club
Under my little skirt — We did a tour of the club; I watched the people with curiosity and stress, barely daring to move. My husband, seeming more at ease, led us to a banquette next to another couple near the bar. They were kissing passionately, paying no attention to us.
My husband, excited by the circumstances, began to caress my thighs and rose higher and higher until he found my pussy soaking wet. Oh yes! My naughty mind had remembered not to wear panties! He quickly found my little apricot, stroked it timidly, then delicately slid his finger in. I was so aroused, I couldn't take any more; I began to writhe and to come, but with clenched teeth. I couldn't cry out — well, not here.
All at once the man — older than the woman — sitting next to us went down on all fours in front of his wife and started to eat her pussy. Surprised, I watched them; it was truly a very hot situation for me. Suddenly my husband decided to do the same. He threw himself at my feet, quickly lifted my little skirt, kissed my apricot, licked it, sucked it more and more vigorously, pausing now and then only to start again better.
Between my thighs — I clung to his hair. I did not dare look at the people walking past us, but I felt their eyes on me, and that drove me even more wild with arousal. I held back my orgasm as long as I could so that it would continue.
I was torn between two feelings: one wanted my husband to stop, because I was, after all, embarrassed, but the other wanted him not to stop — it felt so good. My juices were running down my thighs. My man could not get enough of me and sucked harder and harder. One regret only: having waited so long (twenty years of marriage) before living such an experience.
I discovered that our neighbours had left. I had not noticed, being too busy with the pleasure my husband's tongue was giving me. Once we had recovered from our emotions, we strolled through the club, looking for scenes as torrid as our own. Unfortunately, it was not yet late enough, and people, still shy, did not yet dare to move into action.
Tired by this overwhelming start to the evening, we decided to go home to bed. I was fulfilled and still drenched. I confess that for the rest of the night I slept relaxed, in a leaden
sleep. The next day, I was quite astonished to have taken the plunge and dared to live out this fantasy.
I hope this is only a beginning, and that we are going to discover other facets of libertinage to strengthen our love and put our daily routine on notice.