Adult club Stories

I had always fantasized about group sex. But realising it when your partner isn't turned on by the idea is a problem. Just asking friends or colleagues is also not a great idea. I came across an advert for a sex club an hour's drive from home that offered a night where singles were welcome (at a price). For a week or two the idea of going there kept my dirty mind (and my wanking hand) busy, I was imagining all kinds of se...

Last Sunday evening, Megan and I lay in bed getting to know one another, touching, fondling, and sharing our thoughts and fantasies. The memory was fresh in my mind all week. It was the only thing that gave me the energy to press on. The knowledge that later in the week, I would keep my promise to her and take her on an adventure that she would never forget was energizing. The week was a long and difficult one for me. Sor...

The basement feels like I've stumbled into a parallel universe. Noticing my trouble, Bryan squeezes my hand and gives me a kiss on the cheek. The playroom looks like a dungeon, and I have to admit it's pretty intimidating. "Ready?" asks my master. I nod. "Perfect! Take off your dress and I'll put this on you," he explains, showing me my leash. "For the rest of the evening, you'll be walking on your hands and knees, unders...

I'm washed, perfumed and all dolled up. But still naked. I'm afraid Bryan's thinking of taking me out like this. On a leash. Would I let him? I'm relieved when my master brings me a dress and orders me to put it on. Well, dress may be a strong word. Black, but made of a material that's practically translucent, the garment is held together by thin straps and the neckline struggles to contain my breasts. At the bottom, the...

Ok, so the separation is all over bar a few bits of admin. She goes her way, I go mine… Mine that week takes me to a corporate boondoggle at Ascot races. I’m not into horses in any sense, but getting away from the office for two days seems like a good idea. We’re in a hotel a few miles from the track, about thirty of us. The average age, bar the big bosses, is well below my thirty-seven, and most of the women won’t be see...

James opened the bottle of champagne and poured it into two flutes, then opened the bottle of Patron and poured us two shots into the small glasses. I was feeling much less nervous than I was when we walked in, but still jittery enough to do a shot with James. He handed me one of the shot glasses. “Here’s to you, Melanie, and our fun night ahead,” he said cryptically. I looked into his eyes, trying to figure out what he m...