Three Nights That Changed Everything Part Two
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Saturday Night
It’s now or never.
“Do you remember when we were talking about how much fun it would be to go to some sort of sex club one day?”
“Vaguely,” he says, sounding somewhat suspicious and slightly nervous.
“What if,” I begin. “I have been researching said-clubs and found one that’s perfect for beginners.”
He laughs.
“You’re joking, right?”
“Nope,” I reply, smiling. “Deadly serious. I have found a professional company that runs discreet clubs all over the world. They vet people before they can become members. I had to sit through a proper Skype interview last week before I could book this one.”
He’s silent for a moment and I can’t tell what he’s thinking.
Of course, I understand him having some reservations. Privacy is a big thing for both of us, which is why I interrogated the person who interviewed me about what measures they have in place to ensure confidentiality. They talked me through their policies, ensured me they had the most sophisticated data protection systems in place and, most importantly, that all visitors are banned from using any form of camera in their clubs, especially phones.
We’ve talked about exhibitionism and voyeurism a lot over the last year. There are aspects of both that we find incredibly exciting. We’ve also shared fantasies about other people being involved, in various different ways.
I can recall a time when I showed him details of a hotel complex that I had found in Mexico that was described as ‘adults only, clothing optional.’ Whilst full-on naturism isn’t something that really appeals to either of us, the idea of a grown-up playground, designed for exploring new pleasures, definitely does.
I sent him a picture of one of the suites, which had a whirlpool bath, big enough for several people, surrounded by mirrored walls. I also sent one of a canopied beach bed, surrounded by sheer white drapes. We imagined what it would be like to fuck on one of those in broad daylight, knowing others would be walking by. We also discussed what it would be like to be walking along and see or hear such action, knowing that the sea breeze would cause the curtains to gape and reveal the erotic images within.
“If you don’t want to… It’s okay. It’s really not a problem.”
He stands looking at me for a moment and then his face breaks out into a huge smile.
“Only live once, right?”
“Right,” I say, the relief in my voice evident. “Now, let’s go have some fun.”
We grab each other’s hands and make our way to the front door. I press the buzzer and we are welcomed by a guy in a suit who looks like a bouncer. We wait in the hallway for the hosts to arrive, both of us looking around, excited as to what we might see.
The couple who run this venue are the people who interviewed me and approved my membership application. They greet me like an old friend, both kissing and fussing over me as we make introductions. We’re offered drinks and, once these appear, they begin the guided tour of the building.
Downstairs is mainly a chill-out area, fully of comfy sofas and tables. There are a few people sitting around, drinking and chatting, and most look up to smile or say hello as we walk through.
We climb the impressive staircase, which leads onto a galleried landing containing a number of doors. Some are open, some are closed. We are told that these are the playrooms, all with different themes, and that the etiquette is if a door is closed, it means the action going on behind it is private. If it’s open, anyone is welcome to walk in.
There is a further staircase at the end of the landing. We are told that this leads to what’s called The Attic, and it’s set up for those who enjoy what our male hosts describe as, ‘more extreme activities.’ I give the woman a quizzical look. She laughs and tells me it’s a bondage room, and it’s generally not recommended for those on their first visit.
We’re asked if we have any questions, to which we say no, and told to enjoy ourselves. They tell us they will be milling around and to come and find them if we need anything, then head of in different directions, leaving us standing there alone.
“What do you want to do?” he whispers, an excited tone creeping into his voice.
“I want to get another drink,” I inform him. “Let’s go back downstairs.”
As we get back into the chill-out area, a member of staff asks what we would like to drink and tells us to make ourselves comfortable. We sink down on one of the plush sofas and furtively look at the people around us.
We’re sipping on our drinks when another couple, who look around our age, come over and ask if they can sit with us. We say yes and they park themselves opposite. They’re friendly and chatty, introducing themselves and telling us a little bit about themselves, without giving away or asking for personal information.
They quickly detect the difference in our accents, so I briefly tell them that we met online, and that this is the first time we have spent time together in person. I expect them to be surprised by this, but she explains that they are also in a slightly unconventional relationship that started online, and that they meet up a few times a year, normally at clubs and venues like this.
We’ve emptied our glasses and I know that he is itching to go and look around, so we tell the others we will see them later and head back upstairs.
The first door we come to is closed, although we can hear loud moaning coming from behind it. I try to stifle a giggle as we keep walking, which is partly due to nervous excitement, but mostly due to drinking on an almost-empty stomach.
The next door is open so, after exchanging quick affirmative glances, we step inside.
There’s a large bed in the middle and an older couple are having sex on it, doggie-style. There are floor cushions and beanbags dotted around the room and two other couples are watching avidly, as if viewing a spectator sport. They barely register our arrival; their eyes are fixed on the bed.
Without saying anything, I grab his arm and pull him towards the door and back onto the landing.
“Everything okay?” he asks me.
“Yeah… I guess. It was just a bit… weird.”
“What was?”
“You know… watching other people have sex. Close up.”
He laughs. “Was that not what you were expecting, somewhere like this?”
It’s a good point and I can’t help but laugh.
“Well yes, I suppose so, but… oh, I don’t know. Anyway. Let’s try another room, shall we?”
He takes my hand and walks to the next open door. This room looks like a bathroom, except it only contains a big jacuzzi-type bath. There are quite a few people standing around the outside, watching the three attractive woman who are in the bubbling water, seemingly naked and drinking cocktails. They’re sitting close together and whispering to each other, but don’t seem to be doing much more.
I feel an arm around my waist and assume it’s my guy, so am confused when I then see him standing on my other side. I turn to see whose arm it is and find it belongs to a guy I saw downstairs when we first arrived.
“You go in the water?” he asks, in an accent I cannot place.
“Maybe later,” I reply, quickly stepping back so that I am out of his reach.
I feel another arm being wrapped around my shoulder. This time, it’s the right person.
“You’re popular,” he teases, his voice drowned out by the sound of the jacuzzi. “So, are you getting in the water, or not?”
I attempt to dig him in the ribs with my elbow, but he’s moved before I can make any real contact. With nothing much to see in here, he gestures towards the door and I nod in agreement.
The next room is instantly more interesting. It has a large bed, similar to the first one, but here there are two couples in action on it. The women are facing each other in the middle and are kissing; each is being fucked from behind by their respective partner.
There are already several people watching them, but I can see some empty cushions in one of the corners, so go and sit down. He joins me, pulling me close and wrapping his arm around my shoulder. He rests his free hand on my leg.
We watch the couples in action without saying a word.
It’s incredibly hot, watching something so intimate take place only a few feet in front of us, hearing every sound. As the women begin to touch each other, my breath is getting faster and so is his. The hand that he has around my shoulder lowers so that he can stroke the outline of my hardening nipple through my top. The hand on my leg is inching further and further upwards. I can’t resist it; I reach for his crotch and smile as I discover he’s hard. We’re both enjoying the show in front of us.
After a while, the room starts getting busier, so I whisper in his ear that we should try somewhere else. He gets to his feet first and holds out his hands to pull me up. As I straighten up, I plant a quick kiss on his lips, before moving past the other people and making our way outside.
“Fuck, that was hot,” he murmurs as we wander down the landing.
There are a few more closed doors, and only one open one remains. We walk inside to find that it’s set up as a cinema room. There’s a giant screen on one wall and the usual array of cushions and beanbags on the floor, several of which are already occupied. As we find somewhere to sit, I realise it’s a porn movie and inwardly laugh at myself for not figuring that out sooner.
We resume the cuddle position we had in the previous room and start watching the screen, which involves a threesome between a woman and two guys. It’s an idea that’s always fascinated me, although I’ve never contemplated the reality of trying it. It’s fun to watch though and, yet again, I feel his hand reaching up my skirt. He discreetly rubs my pussy through my soaking panties, and I have to bite my lip a few times to stop myself making a noise.
I feel someone sit down on my other side and glance over to see who it is, only to see the woman we were talking to downstairs. I can’t see if her partner is with her or not, so I turn back to the movie and keep watching.
She leans towards me and whispers in my ear:
“So, how’s it going? Having a good time?”
I’m not sure if we’re supposed to be talking in here, so I just smile at her and nod my head.
I feel his fingers moving again and try to keep my breathing at a normal rate, not wanting to draw attention to myself.
All of a sudden, I feel a hand squeezing my knee. I instantly know it’s her. I’m equally stunned and aroused by this surprise gesture, and I’m frozen to the spot as I feel the two different hands on me.
I turn to look at her again and she’s watching me intently. She reaches towards me and tucks my hair behind my ear, before gently stroking my check and trailing her fingertips down my neck.
I wonder if he knows what’s going on and if so, what he thinks.
He must read my mind as he whispers in my other ear.
“Have some fun, I’m enjoying the view. And the results.”
My brain is struggling to keep up with everything that’s happening to me, but all I know is that it feels beyond exciting. I look to her again and this time, she leans in and kisses me. Fuck! It’s been years since I have kissed another woman, and I’d forgotten how good it feels. As does the attention that my pussy is receiving from his fingers.
I assume she doesn’t know what he’s doing to me, but then she softly murmurs:
“Imagine how good it will feel when he makes you cum.”
I gasp as she kisses me again, this time more passionately. I reach out to touch her face as the kiss continues, and she starts squeezing my knee again, occasionally trailing her nails a few inches up the inside of my thigh.
I’ve never experienced anything quite like this before, being sandwiched between two pleasure-givers in such a way. I begin to stroke the outline of his hard cock once more with the hand on that side, and I run my other hand through her long hair as we continue to kiss.
In no time at all, I feel the orgasm building. As it takes over my body, I moan into her mouth, which stifles at least some of the sound, but not all of it. I notice other heads in the room turning towards us and wonder if I was louder than I realised.
“Come on, I think we should get another drink. I bet you need one!” she laughs, going to get up.
I turn to him and he is smiling at me with a slightly astonished look on his face.
“I’ll see you in a few minutes,” he whispers, and I giggle, realising what the issue might be.
My new friend grabs my hand and pulls me upwards. We walk back down to the lounge area, still holding hands, and we see her partner sitting alone on one of the sofas. He smiles at us as we approach. She goes and sits next to him, kissing him as she sits down.
I sit opposite them, unsure of what to say. Luckily, another member of staff comes over to take our drinks order, creating a diversion. We all order neat spirits; it’s been that sort of night.
We make polite chit-chat, and I learn something extremely interesting about them, which I will have to remember to tell him when we are alone later. Right on cue, he appears and sits next to me, gratefully accepting the drink I chose for him.
The other guy says he’s going to head back upstairs to see what’s happening in the jacuzzi, and she asks if we want to go and look with them. I tell her we need to get our energy back for a minute and she laughs and says she hopes to see us soon, before they disappear upstairs.
“Well that was a bit unexpected,” is all he says.
“You can say that again!”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. I certainly enjoyed watching you.”
I blush at his words.
“So,” I say. “Do you want to go back upstairs and see what’s going on?”
He swirls his glass, making the ice-cubes clink as he considers the question.
“No,” he eventually says. “I want to get back to the hotel. There’s one last thing I want to tick off my list before tomorrow.”
“Ohhh… What’s that?”
“You’ll find out, soon enough,” he laughs.
My mind races at the possibilities. Surely there’s not much else left that we haven’t already tried?
I get my phone out of my bag and use the taxi app to order one, having saved this address earlier. We finish our drinks and, saying goodbye and thank you to the hosts, go and wait outside. As if by magic, the cab appears and we quickly climb in, grateful to escape from the cold weather.
“Hey, you’ll never guess what I found out,” I tell him, suddenly remembering the conversation earlier.
“What?”
“That couple. My new friend and her international hook-up guy? They met on the same site we did!”
“You’re joking! Seriously?”
“Seriously. I nearly died when she told me!”
“Any clues on their usernames?”
“Nope. Didn’t ask. I couldn’t really, they might’ve wanted to know ours!”
He laughs. “Small world, huh?”
We spend the rest of the journey in silence, both reflecting on the incredible but crazy night we’ve had. Back at the hotel, we head straight to our room without detouring up on the roof, although I’m sure we’re both still curious as to who saw us last night.
I open the door and he closes it behind us.
The curtains are still open, and I go over to look out the windows and take in the magnificent views once more.
“I’m going to miss seeing this every day,” I sigh. “I just hope I never forget it.”
I realise that it sounds as if I am talking about more than just the view, and I hope he doesn’t think I’m about to get emotional.
In truth, I am, but I don’t want to do that.
Not tonight.
“Well, I might just have a way of helping you remember it,” he says, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. “In fact, it’s the thing I mentioned earlier.”
I don’t ask him what he means as it’s clear I will be finding out shortly.
He kisses the back of my neck and runs his hands all over my body. I try to turn towards him, but he stops me. Slowly he begins to peel off my clothing, one item at a time, kissing my back and shoulders in the process. I moan as he nibbles the patch of skin on my neck that he now knows will make my knees weak.
I hear him undressing behind me and I try again to turn around, but he holds me where I am, preventing me from moving. I gasp as I feel his hard cock pressing against my back and once more as he grabs my breasts with his hands. Gently, he pushes me towards the window and places my hands against the glass, raised above my head.
Instinctively, I open my legs, knowing what he wants to do. Sure enough, I feel him moving behind me as he bends slightly and slides inside me. I’m still a soaking mess from when I came earlier. With one hand on my hip and the other stretched out over one of mine, he slowly fucks me as we look down at the brightly lit city below us.
It’s unlikely that anyone can see us with how high up we are, but neither of us would care if they could; in fact, the idea of someone watching us right now would only add further to the experience.
He begins to whisper in my ear about how turned on he got as he watched me kiss another woman. He goes on to tell me what he would’ve liked to happen, how he would’ve liked the three of us to find an empty room and continue to enjoy each other there.
I nearly combust when he adds:
“And yes, I would’ve left the door open.”
My splayed fingers are sliding down the glass as he begins to pound me, but I never once remove them. I lean back into him, enjoying the feeling of having him so deep inside me. He wraps an arm around my chest, just under my tits, and pulls me even closer to him. The other hand reaches for my pussy and once again, his expert fingers stroke my clit until I am ready to explode.
“Don’t ever forget this,” he growls in my ear at the exact moment I feel my orgasm start.
I cry out as my pussy begins to contract around his cock. He continues to fuck me as I try to stay upright; my legs are like jelly now, and I’m not sure how much longer I can stand. As if he can read my mind, he quickens his pace and cums, hard, whilst buried deep inside me.
“Fuck, I needed that,” he whispers as he pulls me onto the bed and into his arms.
My head is spinning by now. I’ve had more sexual adventures in these last few days than I have in the last few years. I’m mentally and physically exhausted, I’ve eaten little all day and drunk a little more than I probably should.
I know tomorrow morning will be one of the most difficult moments of my life.
I know that I am leaving here a different woman to the one who arrived on Thursday.
I know I need to sleep and, before I can think of anything else, I have dropped off.
Sunday
Unlike the previous nights, the last one was restless.
I woke again, just a few hours after falling asleep. I think I’d had a bad dream, though I couldn’t be sure what that involved. All I know is I woke feeling desperately sad and unsettled.
I lay there in the dark, replaying everything that had happened since we got here. I thought about the fun we’d had, the laughs we’d shared. I remembered the conversations we’d enjoyed. And I recalled every sexual encounter in vivid, graphic detail. We had done things that I had never imagined I would ever actually do. With his help, I had pushed my boundaries in ways previously inconceivable. And I had loved every single minute.
I could not bear the thought that it was nearly over, never to be repeated.
The more I thought about what I would be losing, the more desperate I began to feel.
How could I walk away from this man who had given me so much?
But I knew that there was no other option. We had lives to return to, lives that we would not put at risk. We had promised each other that there would be no strings, no attachment. And even though I knew a part of me would die as a result of it, I knew I had to keep my word.
I could not contain the tears any longer. I wept silently, trying not to move.
Then I felt his arm tighten around me, pulling me closer to him.
“It’s going to be okay,” he whispered. “We’ll still talk every day. Nothing’s going to change.”
But that was exactly what the problem was. It had already happened.
In just three nights, everything had changed. Nothing would ever be the same again.
I did not reply, pretending to be asleep. Soon after, he dropped off again.
By the time the alarm goes off, I have been awake for six hours.
“Hey, beautiful,” he says, sleepily stretching his arms out.
“Good morning, hot stuff,” I reply, attempting to sound more cheerful than I feel.
He pulls me back towards him, and I contentedly snuggle up with my head on his shoulder, taking in every detail of him and willing myself not to forget a single thing. When he leans down to kiss me, I respond enthusiastically, knowing that in a few hours’ time, these lips will only be a memory.
As the passion continues to build, he rolls me onto my back and climbs on top of me. For a moment, we just stare into each other’s eyes, exchanging silent messages. I am tempted to vocalise my feelings, but just at the point where I open my mouth to speak, he rubs his thumb across my lips with the tiniest shake of his head.
That’s the point where I realise that it’s affecting him as much as it is me.
Almost replaying our first time together, he enters me slowly and fucks me tenderly, sensually and deliberately. Every nerve ending in my body responds to his touch as he thrusts long and hard, never once taking his eyes away from me. My emotions soon turn into pure desire; all I can think of is how amazing this feels as we move together.
The closer we get to orgasm, the more intense the kisses become. We use our mouths, our lips, our tongues and our teeth to say what we need to, without using words. My fingers dig into his ass cheeks as I push him deeper inside me; I simply cannot get enough of him. His hands are in my hair, on my breasts and on my neck.
Without warning, he grabs my legs and pulls them up, bending my knees towards my chest and then over his shoulders. This allows him to give me even more of him, and I moan loudly as his cock hits the spot that will quickly send me over the edge.
He kisses me hard once more, and that’s the moment when I cum in delicious waves, screaming his name as I thrash around against the pillows. A minute later, he joins me, grabbing my ankles tightly as he drives into me for one last time, filling me with yet more of his hot, sticky fluid.
We rest for a short time, but then we need to get up and start getting showered.
My flight leaves first and, though he has offered to travel to the airport with me and keep me company until his leaves a few hours later, I have declined. I know saying goodbye will hurt, and I want to get it over with here, in the privacy of our room, not with hundreds of people around us.
Half an hour later, my bags are packed, and I have my coat on.
“Right, I’d better make a move,” I say. “You take care. Have a safe journey. Text me when you get back, if you can. Please.”
“I will. Will you do the same?”
I nod, trying to smile, and he pulls me in for a hug, crushing me against his body with his arms. I kiss him gently and then pull away.
“I really need to go,” I whisper. “But thank you. Thank you for everything.”
Before he can respond, I pick up my bags, turn around and walk out of the door.
I don’t look back, because I know that if I do, I won’t go.
The journey to the airport is uneventful and I spend most of the time staring out of the window, feeling numb. Check-in is quick and efficient, and I am soon sitting in the departure lounge, sipping a mug of peppermint tea as I count down the minutes until boarding time.
They call my flight, and I get in the queue, ticket and passport in hand, ready for inspection.
I’m almost at the front of the line when I feel a hand on my shoulder.
I hold my breath as I turn around to see who it is.
“I think this is yours, you left it on the seat,” says an elderly lady, holding out my coat. “You’ll be needing it today, it’s bitterly cold outside!”
I smile and thank her, before stepping forward, handing over my documents and making my way outside to the plane. Once on it, I take my phone and a magazine from my bag and then stow it overhead, out of the way. I sink down into my seat, fasten my seatbelt and check my phone for messages whilst I still can.
There’s one from him.
I don’t know how I missed it earlier; I must’ve checked my phone twenty times in the airport. I quickly open it, desperate to see what it says.
Thank you too (kiss face)
I type back.
You’re welcome! (kiss face)
Almost immediately, he sends another one.
I’ve thought of something that might cheer you up… (winking face)
This is followed by a picture of ‘our beach’ in Mexico with the canopied bed.
If you feel sad, imagine me fucking you on this as people are walking by outside… (horny devil face)
I can’t help but laugh as I reply.
Mmmm… very nice! Maybe we will one day… in another lifetime… (sad face) (kiss face)
There’s a pause before my phone lights up again.
In another lifetime? Nah, too long! Try in another year… I’ve booked it for us for next November! Anyway, need to get going now… talk soon sexy! (kiss face) (horny devil face)
I audibly gasp.
I know him well enough by now to know he’s being serious.
“There’s going to be a next time,” I whisper, sinking back into the seat as I turn my phone onto airplane mode.
I’m sitting there a few minutes later, trying to process what this means, when I hear a voice nearby.
“Well, well, well… of all the people I could end up sitting next to!”
I look up and see a familiar pair of eyes looking down at me with sexy amusement.
It’s the woman I made friends with at the club last night.
I bite my lip as she sits down next to me, her thigh deliberately grazing mine in the process.
‘I guess one adventure ends, and another begins,’ I tell myself, reaching for her hand.
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