I was on my way home from a date about a month ago and a message popped up from my hubby telling me to check my email. He’d booked the day off work and bought tickets for us to go to What Women Want at VA. It’s a day time event so we don’t go often, last time I’d been was with Aquaman back in October. It’s a great event, very friendly, chatty and welcoming, it doesn’t feel cliquey at all and we’ve made some friends there. Exciting stuff. The email told me there was a superheroes v. villains theme and I couldn’t wait to plan my outfit!
We decided to ask some friends of ours to join us and they were going to meet us there. I have a soft spot for this couple as they’re hot, good fun and they do things very similarly to us in terms of hotwifing, so we relate to them and get along well.
So the one thing you need to know about WWW is it moves very fast. On a normal evening at a club people don’t dress down until around 10.30pm and often don’t start playing until midnight. But at WWW, people queue up at 10.45, doors open at 11am and are often playing by midday. With this in mind I went to the club in my dress down clothes. My Poison Ivy outfit was a green lace bodysuit with long green velvet gloves and thigh high heeled boots. I look over at my husband as we pull in to the car park and smirk as Banana man smiles back at me.
We realised long ago that men can’t really pull off sexy unless they’re built like a Greek God, so humour is the way forward when it comes to fancy dress in a club. I’m excited and raring to go, but he still gets a little nervous until we’re in the club with a drink in hand. It’s nice to have him on my arm, as much fun as it is to go with other gorgeous men, I love going with him, the two of us experiencing things together is what it’s all about. However I do acknowledge that I’m different when he’s there. I’m more reserved, less inclined to flirt and be filthy. It’s crazy as I know that’s what he’s desperate to see, but over 25 years of monogamy is ingrained and it still feels disrespectful and slightly awkward flaunting myself in front of him!
Most events have a group chat in the week or two beforehand, an opportunity to pick out your targets and hone in on them (I’m joking, it’s genuinely not that predatory!) It’s a great ice breaker and a way to figure who you might like to get to know a bit better. A few guys had messaged me ahead of time and we’d also been chatting with a lovely couple we’ll call Ross and Rachel because of their interesting past.
So we go in, drop our bag in the locker, fix our costumes, and hit the bar. I introduce hubby to a few people I’d met at the social the night before and someone I knew from previous visit. We mingle and chat and almost immediately bump into Ross and Rachel. They’re lovely, chatty and welcoming and I’m immediately attracted to him, we chat fora bit and before long we’re swept up in his birthday festivities. The club organisers had put on a game for the two birthday boys and needed a few willing female volunteers. Karma sutra positions were called out and a point was given to the first guy to grab a woman and get into the correct position. Before long I was being pulled onto the lap of the other birthday boy (who I’d not yet met) to create the yab yum position. This was a fun sexy game as most people were in lingerie/undies and added to the party vibe.
The game finishes and we head back to the bar and chat some more. A lady I met the night before comes and whispers in my ear that they’re going to have an orgy and would love for us to join in. Interesting approach, I hadn’t come across this level of organisation and outright confidence before! Anyway, this is where I need to emphasise that hubby’s main preference is to watch me play, that was our goal upon joining the lifestyle and that is still his first choice. That’s not to say he doesn’t play on the rare occasion we both click with another couple, or a particular stunner takes his fancy. But as we don’t know these people we decide not to join the orgy, in general I’m more into people if I know them a little and am attracted to their personality and enjoy the fizzle of attraction.
It’s approaching 1pm and things are well under way, I’ve already witnessed the obligatory blow job at the bar and the play rooms are filling up. We start to wonder about our friends who are yet to arrive but know they’ve got a long drive. Just as we’re chatting to someone I’ve had my eye on for a while, hubby spots them. She is looking stunning in her teeny weeny Wonder Woman suit! We catch up and grab a drink then I take her off to assess the situation and decide if anyone takes our fancy. In the main playroom we stop and watch a woman playing with three delicious men, and my friend leans in to tell me that this is her ultimate fantasy.
Now I’m the kind of person that likes a challenge, the type who can’t refuse a dare, so I instantly decide to be her fairy godmother and help grant her wish. At that very moment one of the guys I was messaging with before the event appears, and we get chatting. Before long I explain the situation and he replies “cool, we just need 5 more guys and you can both play”. Within 10 minutes I’d gathered two other guys who had messaged me beforehand and a fourth I’d been introduced to at the bar. Now this is not my normal style and I’d not normally have the confidence, but something about “helping” my friend, being frustrated with missed opportunities in the past and the fact these guys had already expressed an interest gave me all the confidence I needed.
I returned to my friend, hot guys in tow and found her snogging my husband. I pull them both on to the bed next to me and start to kiss one of the guys whilst another pulls down my body suit and starts kissing my boobs. I realise at this point my hubby and my friend are far more into each other than what I’ve got going on, but that means all the more for me! I’m slowly pulled onto the bed and I take the first guy into my mouth, sucking and teasing him. I feel someone grab my hand and guide it to their cock and I realise I’ve a spare hand and quickly find a home for it. I pause for a beat as I realise this third cock is by far the biggest I’ve ever felt. I move my mouth to his cock and tease the tip before slowly easing my mouth further down into him. I’m barely making a dent, this guy is huge. He patiently waits for me to try again and is respectful enough not to push my head further down, clearly this is a common issue for him. I alternate between the men, licking and sucking for a while and then feel some strong hands gently guide me on to my back as the first guy slips inside of me. The big friendly giant seems to take charge of the party, loosely directing people in different directions and making sure everyone is wearing condoms, taking turns and generally being respectful.
As one guy finishes and another removes his cock from my mouth I turn to see my husband’s head buried between my friends legs, she reaches out and grabs my hand, silently seeking approval and checking I’m ok. I’m absolutely fine with this and I smile to myself as they’re clearly oblivious that I was very aware of what they were doing and could hear every word of their running commentary on my little party of 5.
Someone whispers into my ear to get on all fours and I oblige, the second guy slides inside of me as I take another into my mouth. I feel my husband’s hand on my mine letting me know he’s there and enjoying the show whilst Wonder Woman sucks him off. That guy has such a tough life!
We carry on like this for a while alternating people and positions, allowing my body to be carefully manipulated to allow for the best scenario for everyone involved. I’m in a blissed out state, several orgasms down and really only checking that everyone else is playing safe but otherwise behaving uncharacteristically submissive for me. I’m aware whenever it’s the big friendly giants’ turn, but otherwise in a very relaxed and allowing the moment to wash over me. I’m pleasantly surprised by the whole thing as I expected a gang bang to be impersonal, cold and (in my head) usually about “using” the woman (with consent) for the men’s pleasure. This was none of those things. This was sensual, considerate, and respectful whilst still feeling naughty, illicit and exciting. It was within my comfort zone and yet pushed my boundaries, it was exhilarating. Plus my husband was happy and by my side, if slightly distracted.
Mr CC doesn’t really impose any rules on me, his rule is if I’m happy, he’s happy. He’d never ever encourage me to do something I was uncomfortable with, no matter how much he’d enjoy watching it, and I’d never do something I wasn’t happy with just for his viewing pleasure. His pleasure comes from my pleasure and whilst there are plenty of couples where the man chooses the woman’s partners this would never work for us. I do not have a type but go by how I interact with someone and how we make each other feel. I could not stand that lack of autonomy and would ultimately feel controlled, as if someone else had rights over my body. Yes he is my husband but I’m the only one who has a say over what happens to my body, and he 100% agrees. That is not to say that he hasn’t tried to influence my decision with particularly hot women or well endowed men, and he’s welcome to make suggestions, but I’m the one doing the chatting and making the decisions.
Anyway, the group play came to a natural end and all but one of the guys discreetly disappeared. The big friendly giant stuck around to chat, he wanted to check on me and went to get me a drink. I liked that. I lay between him and my husband in easy company as we chat about what just went down, and my surroundings slowly come into focus. There was lots of other action and noise in the room, and I was completely unaware of this until now. There was also a significant crowd of spectators at the door, which thankfully I hadn’t noticed before this point.
We start to gather our things and head in different directions, I find my husband’s hand and we leave the room. We bump into Ross and Rachel who ask us to join them in the hot tub and this seems like a great place for me to recover. I nip to the changing rooms to grab a towel and strip off then fight my way through the crowd of naked people to the space my husband and our new friends had saved for me. Ross gently grazes my leg with his fingertips as we chat and learn more about each other’s lives. Before long his wife decided it was time for a birthday blow job and he sat on the edge of the hot tub while she went to town, another friend of theirs joined in and they made space inviting me to join in too. As much as I’d love to have played with Ross, I wasn’t particularly attracted to the other girl or her partner and decided to step back and not get tangled up in that scenario. So hubby and I watched them and the many other wonders going on in the hot tub which now had about 30 people in it. I noticed my husband’s body language change and stiffen as one of the men perched on the edge of the hot tub was about to cum. Hubby tells me in no uncertain terms that he is getting out the second cum touches the water as he does not want to be in that “soupy mess” but nobody has trouble keeping the cum in check and is cleaned up before it gets near the water. 
The play dies down and the hot tub empties, I move to the other end for more room and am followed by Ross and Rachel so the four of us have a little more room to ourselves. Again the conversation and banter flowed but there was a feeling that things were winding up as it was getting near to 5pm. My husband and the wife of the couple get out of the hot tub and I continue to chat with her hubby. I take this opportunity to explain that I’d happily have played with him but that I wasn’t feeling the other couple and apologised for sending mixed messages.
I’ve learned to be better at communicating as I’ve often left a club wondering why things appeared to be going well but never progressed to play. I’ve decided it’s usually a mix of poor communication and not knowing how to transition to play without being too forward. It’s a fine line between being obvious and intentional and just making someone feel uncomfortable, and this can apply to both sexes! So now I’m getting better at verbalising when I want to play with someone with the understanding that the answer is sometimes “no”. It’s not the rejection that bothers me, but the awkwardness of the conversation and not wanting to make them feel uncomfortable and awkward. But if I’m going to play grown up games I need to behave like a grown up!!
I get out of the hot tub to join my husband in the shower. We head to the changing room and get dressed into civilised clothing ready to head home and cook the kids some dinner. In the car we discuss the highs and lows, the various conversations we’ve had throughout the day and have an interesting chat about how my self confidence and self awareness is improving. We go about our evening feeding the dogs, putting the kids to bed, doing the washing and finally climb into bed together so we can r in through the day finally reconnect again. As usual the sex is incredible and I drift off to sleep feeling incredible sense of satisfaction and gratitude that I get to live this life.