My wife is gorgeous. She's a short, curvy brunette with shoulder-length curly hair and big tits. When we were first together we used to have lots of wild, fun sexual adventures. We frequently had hot sexual encounters with one of our favorite couple friends, my wife taking in the Sapphic pleasures with Anna and I the homoerotic pleasures with Nick. As time went on and we got busier in our careers we didn't have nearly as much time for such adventures. We still had plenty of fun together but we hadn't done anything with another couple or anyone of the same gender for a while.
One night, while discussing plans for her thirtieth birthday, my wife made an unexpected suggestion:
"Hon, you know... it's been a while since we've done anything really adventurous in the bedroom. I miss those nights when we were younger and we'd get together with Nick and Anna and fuck till 3am. God, those were fun nights. I loved having Anna's tongue darting over my clit while Nick was sucking you off in the next room."
"I know what you mean, dear. We used to have a lot of fun doing things like that. We haven't had a chance for any kind of couples play for quite a while. Maybe we should give Nick and Anna a call and see what they're up to."
"Maybe... but I have a better—and sexier—idea. My thirtieth birthday is coming up. I'd like to do something really adventurous."
"Like?"
"I wanna go to a sex club and find a couple other people to fuck and do a private sex show for each other. You know—you with another woman or man, and then me doing the same. It would be fun to watch you pleasure yourself with another woman, or see another man pleasure you."
As she was talking my mind began racing, imagining the scenario she described. I could just picture a busty blonde eating my wife's sweet pussy while I watched from across the room, slowly stroking my cock. She must have noticed my mind wandering because she soon interjected:
"Hey—I'm talking over here. And if you're having any naughty thoughts, I want you to act them all out for me."
"OK, I'm game. So how do you propose we make this happen?"
"There's a sex club in the city and they have various party nights. We could pick one and head up and see what we can make happen."
With that, she came over to my chair, leaned down, and gave me a slow, sensual kiss with plenty of tongue action. That quickly led to some hot, steamy lovemaking right there in the living room.
My wife made all the preparations for our sex club date. She found out the schedule at the club and knew exactly when we should arrive. When the evening came, she walked into the living room wearing a purple- and black-striped bustier, short latex skirt with a convenient side zipper, black leather jacket, and black pumps. She looked hot and ready to fuck. I wore my tightest pair of jeans, a tight black t-shirt, and a black leather jacket.
"My, my, my, don't you look ready for some hot action tonight! If we weren't heading out to the club I'd drop to my knees and unzip those jeans of yours right now!"
"Well, if you like it now, let's hope somebody at the club likes it just as much so I can put on a special show for you."
"Mmmmm... you look pretty hot tonight. I'm sure I'll love whatever kind of show you have to give me."
With that last comment still dripping from her bright red lips, we got in the car and she drove us into the city. When we got to the club, I found out it was same-sex night. I'm sure she probably planned that, wanting to see me perform with another man.
We walked into the dimly-lit club and stopped for a few moments to look around. As one would expect of gay night at a sex club, there was loud dance music and lots of action on the dance floor as various men and women were dancing as provocatively as possible. It was the perfect sexy atmosphere to get us both in the mood. We went over to the bar to order a couple drinks. We took our drinks around the club and checked out the various spaces. There was a dance floor with a DJ, a small theater showing gay erotica, a few large rooms with multiple beds and couches, and several smaller rooms with only a bed and a couch each. The music was pounding, flesh was writhing, alcohol was flowing, and we were in the mood for fucking, of which there was plenty going on around us.
In one of the rooms we passed by, a short-haired woman was eating the pussy of a curly-haired woman laying back on one of the couches. In another room there were four men on the big bed sucking each others' cocks. It was almost too much for us as we wandered around taking in the scene of unbridled, unrestricted lust. As we walked past one of the small rooms, I saw a couple that was clearly ready to play. The man was wearing a leather harness on his chest and leather chaps on his legs. He had a strong, dark mustache and a black officer's hat on. He looked just like someone who had walked out of a classic gay porn flick. The woman was topless and had thick, wavy black hair, a garter belt, stockings, and high heels. She was laying next to him on the bed and stroking his chest, running her hands down to his crotch where he wore a leather thong that looked like it was about to burst.
