We met a couple, both of whom were therapists...my people. T..

We met a couple, both of whom were therapists...my people. They got started in the lifestyle after one of his clients told him about it during a session. He went home and told his wife, and they decided they needed to give it a try.

She defines herself as bi-curious and she was really into both me and the hubs. Her hubby was a sweetie, but he STRONGLY resembled (both physically and personality-wise) one of our good friends. He said he was cool with just being a bi-stander while we both fucked his wife...and we both TOTALLY would have fucked his wife, but we just couldn't get past his strong resemblance to our friend. We both knew we'd feel awkward.

Later, the hubs and I were on a couch in an open area. I climbed on his lap and we were making out. I flashed him my tits and put them in his face, goofing around like I was giving him a lap dance. I never really notice what's going on around me when we're actually messing around at these places, and the hubs whispered to me that we had drawn a crowd of what appeared to be single men...at the very least, guys without their girls.

One guy walked over and sat on the arm of the couch right next to us. He asked the hubs, 'Are you a watcher?' My hubby laughed and said, 'Nope, I'm a do-er.' He then asked my husband if I was ok with being fondled by other men while the hubs fucked me. I appreciate that he was trying to respect my hubby and all....buuuuuuuut, helllloooooo, I'm sitting right here. (QUICK TIP: Single guys, pay attention!! Don't do that! If you'd like to play with a couple, just ask them both if they're interested in adding a third. There's almost 0% chance of offending anyone at a sex club with that approach.) We ended up leaving shortly after that, not because of the single guys gathering around us but because I was way too sloshed and it was already 3am.

I may or may not have puked in a bag on the way home. Which is sooooo incredibly embarrassing at 50 years old. I'm pretty sure I was in my 20's the last time that happened. But a little puke wasn't gonna stop us from fucking like we hadn't seen each other in months when we got home. And again today even though I've felt nauseous off-and-on all day. Because regardless of how much fucking you actually do with other people at sex clubs, there's a pretty decent chance you're gonna leave horny AF.