The Night My Hubby Took Me to `A Private Club'

My husband told me he wanted to take me out to a private club.  He had me to dress very sexy, in a mini-dress, tight, short, low cut, with my 9-inch platform heels.  Beneath the dress, at his request, I was naked, wearing only my thigh high stockings with lace tops.

We have an Open Marriage, so I was not unaccustomed to wearing sexy apparel when we went out at night.

As we walked in, I could see that it was no normal club.  There was no dance floor, no loud music.  Instead there was a round stage, with rows of tables circled around it.  The tables were terraced upward, so that as you moved back from stage, each subsequent row of tables was higher, so that every table had an unobstructed view of the stage.  The lighting was indirect and soft, bright enough that you could see across the room, but with the softness of candlelight.  Soft shadows danced on the walls.

Most of the other couples were similar to us... handsome males, obviously successful, confident... and beautiful women with them, sexy, seductive, mostly younger, dressed to please.  It was very beautiful crowd.

I thought we were going to have dinner, which we did.  It was a four star meal.  There were delicious delicacies with fine wine, served by stunningly beautiful girls and flawlessly handsome men.  I had never seen more attractive waiters and waitresses.

I asked my husband if there was going to be a stage show after dinner.  He said, "Just wait and see.'  When the dinner dishes had been cleared, one of the waitresses appeared on stage.  To my surprise, she was completely naked, and very beautiful.  She was joined by one of the waiters who was also naked.  

They began to make love.  At first, it was slow and sensuous, but gradually their passion grew more intense, and I could see that they began to lose control.  Her cries of delight were affecting the crowd.  Couples were kissing and caressing each other as they watched the show.

The couple on stage was soon joined by other waitresses and waiters, each with equally beautiful bodies, flawlessly sexy girls, and well-hung men with rippling muscles.

The audience could not help but become aroused by the orgy that was taking place on stage just a few feet from our tables.  My husband reached for me, and I melted into his arms, kissing him with hungry, excited kisses.  His hand slipped between my legs, and I parted them to give him room, purring into his mouth as he strummed my clit.  

He unzipped my dress and I shrugged it off, glancing around to notice that other women were doing likewise.  I was naked on my husband's lap, wearing only my thigh high stockings and my heels, lost in my excitement, caught up in the sexual energy that had filled the room.  

Moans of passion were flooding the room.  The orgy on stage was by then out of control.  Couples were leaving their tables to join the scene on the stage.  Men were taking turns with the beautiful waitresses, and giving their wives/dates to the well-hung waiters with their massive erections.

I freed my husband's stiffness, and sank my very wet slit down onto it, riding up and down on him, happy and eager to reach an orgasm.

"Shall we join them?" he asked.

"Ohhhh, yes," I breathed, unable to hide my excitement at the idea.  I undressed him, revealing my husband's well-toned body, proud of how handsome he was, and we walked the stage, hand-in-hand.

Soon we were both immediately entwined with the mass of naked flesh on the stage.  In no time I found myself with a thick, hard erection in each of my orifices... one in my mouth, one invading my anus, and a third buried in my sex chasm.  The three handsome young waiters connected to me had washboard abs, powerful chests and arms, and narrow waists.  They were ravishing me with eager delight.  I loved it!

I started having orgasms almost immediately, and the entire time we were on stage my orgasms kept exploding like a string of firecrackers, each one seemingly more powerful than the one before.  Every time one of those young studs would finish with me, yet another guy would take his place.  

I don't know how many guy I had that night, but it was several.  Not all of the couples joined the scene on stage, some just enjoyed the show.  That added to the excitement, being watched, showing off, being the center of attention.

Occasionally a couple of the waitresses turned their attention toward me, sucking on my nipples, and eating my juicy pink slit.  It was a roller coaster ride, from the hardness of the waiters, to the sensuous tenderness of the waitresses.  The variations were fantastic.

I lost track of everything except the incredible pleasure that was wracking my senses.  Eventually my husband came to me, taking me, emptying the remains of his seed into my inflamed sex tunnel, kissing me warmly and tenderly, He was so loving. 
 
"Have you been enjoying yourself?" he asked.  I could not speak.  My body was still trembling and quivering with the aftershocks of my mind numbing orgasms.  I was still seething with waves of delight.  I could only nod, kissing him with loving softness, so grateful to him for allowing me that special experience.

We gathered our clothing where we had left it at our table, dressed, and he retrieved his car from the valet parking.  We rode home in silence, with me snuggled against him, his arm around me, caressing me gently.  

The hot memories of that evening will long linger.  He has taken me there on other occasions, but that first time was the most memorable.


