I was trying to figure out why it’s been so long since I wrote a blog and what it is that makes me want to write about an event. I realised I have criteria. I don’t like writing blogs about meets because that’s too personal, too intimate, especially as most of the people I meet regularly read the blog. I don’t write a blog about every club event because some of them aren’t as exciting to read about. The past few club visits I didn’t actually play with anyone or at least I didn’t go further than just a kiss and a flirt. Whilst that doesn’t mean it was a bad night, I think it probably makes for a less interesting blog – I know you guys are here for the filthy stuff.
However, it did make me realise that we had a fun night back in January that you might like to hear about. I’ll have a think about that one but today I get to tell you all about my latest trip to what women want. Let’s be honest it’s always an exciting one.
On more than one occasion I’ve alluded to our complex family life. Our children require more care than most and we will always prioritise that. Last year we took a break as life got even more complicated, and we decided that we didn’t have the headspace for swinging. However this year we feel we’re on a more even keel, and we’re ready to get going again. So Mr. CC booked us in for a social in Cambridge in late January, our good friends Chandler and Monica decided to join us and it turned out to be a very fun night. This in turn reactivated our excitement about the scene and a hubby declared that he wanted to see me out having fun at least once a week. But unless I go to a club once a week this just feels like hard work, the effort that goes into finding someone new to play with is long and sometimes drawn out. As I’ve said a million times, I don’t pick people out of thin air to play with, it takes time to find someone who I’m attracted to physically and mentally and who is on the same wavelength. But I’m never one to turn down the challenge so we booked to go to the Hot Wife Club at Liberty Elite and then he encouraged me to go alone to What Women Want. In an ideal world we’d love to go together, but he has to go to work so I decided to brave it on my own.
As the event approached and the chat opened, I started to get an idea of who else might be attending. There were some people there that I’ve played with before, some people I call friends and some people who I would be keen to get to know a little better. Most big events now have a group chat where you can introduce yourself to other attendees and check out your potential prey. Within a couple of days of the chat opening my inbox was getting pretty full. A particular man had piqued my interest, he was married and attending with his wife, but they were both hoping to play solo. We talked a lot, we have similar relationships, similar backgrounds, similar interests. For him it was as much about the connection as the attraction. Sound familiar? The more we messaged the more we realised we were looking for the same thing and on top of that he was gorgeous, a bearded rugby player physique with a lovely face to match. He had asked if I was OK with his wife watching if we decided to play – watching is Mr CCs favourite hobby, so how could I refuse!
I was probably chatting regularly with about seven or eight men/couples ahead of the event. Some I had no intention of playing with, but seemed friendly and wanted to chat, others had potential. Then Thor (one of the guys from my gangbang last year) got in touch as he was trying to arrange a private meet. He found out I was going to WWW and decided to buy a ticket to meet me there. I’d also been chatting to a Hotwife couple who I’d met briefly at a social event and they reached out when they saw I was coming alone. They arranged to meet me in the bar and keep me company which was just lovely.
On the day I turned up to the circus themed event alone in my lion tamer‘s outfit, long red whip in hand. I went to find the couple at the bar and instantly we hit it off (we’ll call them Zendaya and Tom). We compared hotwife stories, and discussed the different things that appealed to each of us in different scenarios. Their dynamic was that they only played with straight couples or single men which instantly took the pressure off and allowed us to be friends without trying to figure out if we were into each other. As the day progressed they introduced me to their friends. I introduced them to my friends and we socialised for an hour or so.
At this point, a friend asked me to help me with her outfit so I head to the changing rooms and bumped into the bearded man I’d been chatting to with his wife. We say a quick hello and I promise to come find them. More socialising and discovering more people I knew meant that it was probably an hour before I found them again. We got a drink and had a chat. I instantly warmed to them, they were fun, friendly, easy going and I was attracted to them both. We chatted for about 20 minutes before his gorgeous red headed wife revealed that she was very attracted to me and would be keen to join in if we played. She then excused herself and left us to chat alone. Our chat got a little flirtier and there was more physical touch before I reminded beardy that his wife had left so we could kiss and check each other out. He smiled and pulled me into his body by my waist, his other hand in my hair at the base of my skull, and gave me a deep, sensual kiss. I decided I definitely wanted more, and told him exactly that, as his wife reappeared by my side. We decided that the three of us would play, and nipped to the changing rooms to dress down, grab towels and condoms etc.
As we reconvene, we head to the darkness of the main playroom which was hot and crammed with writhing bodies. There was no room to play so we decide check out the couples room (yes I know we’re not a couple but nobody is going to argue if there are 2 women and a man) but again there was no space. I see a small group in the main room who look like they’re just finishing up and ask if they are done. They tell me they’re just starting up but that I’m welcome to join them. I politely decline and we find a bed near the wall.
I start by kissing Red, as we’ve not kissed yet, we’re both standing in front of Beardy who is sitting on the edge of the bed, his hands gently trail over my ass and up my back as he watches us. Red smiles and steps back encouraging me to straddle beardy and kiss him, then she comes up behind me, kissing my neck, hands wandering all over my body. I can already feel how hard he is through his boxers as he pushes up against my knickers. He lowers me on to my back and continues to kiss me as he pushes aside my thong and slides his fingers through my fishnet tights. He murmurs something into my ear about how wet I am but I’m too distracted to listen as Red is now kissing me again. It’s hard to work out whose hands are where as the three of us stroke and tease each other, pressing our bodies into each other. Suddenly the warmth of their bodies has gone as they both stand at the bottom of the bed and peel off my thigh high boots, then he removes my tights and thong and lets out a deep groan. He drops to his knees, pushing my legs further apart and starts to tease my clit with his tongue. Red is back up by my face as I remove her bra and take her nipples between my lips. I feel Beardy’s fingers slide inside of me gently pressing my g spot as the pressure builds from his tongue. Before long I’m squirting everywhere. Unphased he carries on working his magic tongue until I come again. He moves up the bed to lay by my side kissing me again and Red moves down to straddle my leg. He continues to pump his fingers deep inside of me, making me come again and again as I squirt all over Red. I cannot help but feel embarrassed and slightly guilty for making a mess of Red’s beautiful neon lingerie but she chuckles and tells me that she intentionally moved to the splash zone so she could watch and join in!
We continue like this until the momentum dies down and Beardy lays back on the bed. My opportunity to finally taste him has come as I kneel on the floor before him and remove his boxers. I slowly work my tongue around the tip of his cock, looking up at him, giving him a cheeky smile. He releases a deep sigh as I wrap my lips around him and very slowly lower my head. Red is behind me again, removing my bra, her fingers between my legs. I build up the pace, taking him deep into the back of my throat easing off every now and then as I feel him getting close. He eventually reaches down and pulls my face up to kiss him, moving me back on to the bed as his wife rolls a condom onto his cock. He slowly eases into me for the first time, looking into my eyes as his wife watches. It is sensational. His pace is slow and sensual as my body adjusts to his. The two of them have my entire body covered with different sensations as I lie back and allow them to spoil me. Red now reaches over me to kiss her husband whilst he is deep inside me, which just drives me wild. I encourage her to straddle me whilst she continues to kiss him and I pull her down to sit on my face. With every thrust he pushes into me, it causes my tongue to rub against her clit, working us both up into a frenzy until I feel her cum on my face. She climbs off and watches as he rolls me over so he can fuck me from behind. He’s rougher and deeper now, more desperate as my body clenches around him, my orgasms rolling into one another. I bury my face deep in the bed as I feel him explode into me with one last thrust. This sets another orgasm vibrating through my body.
We collapse in a heap, chatting and watching the madness in the room for a couple of minutes before heading back to the changing room. I hop in the shower and dress as they need to leave early. Back in clean lingerie I find them at the bar and we establish that we all had fun and definitely want to meet again.
After they leave I head back into the throng of people socialising outside the playroom. The afternoon is winding down and it’s not long before we’ll get kicked out. I bump into Thor, just dressed in a towel, huge muscles spilling out from underneath. We briefly catch up before he guides me to the play room kissing and undressing me. Conscious of the little time we have he works quickly to remove my lingerie, kissing me deeply as he goes. He stands up and guides my head towards his huge dick, desperately aware of how much we both enjoy it. His head falls back as he stands in front me, a rumble erupting from deep within. I move quickly, conscious that time is marching on and he reaches down between my legs to see how wet I am. His smirk tells me everything and he grabs a condom and flips me over so that I’m on all fours. Then very slowly, he slides just the tip in, pausing for a few seconds before plunging all the way. The stretch makes me gasp and we both stop, waiting for our bodies to adjust to one another. We settle into a rhythm, him pounding into me but withholding just enough to stop him beating me up from the inside! The tension builds rapidly and I feel him lightly pressing my shoulders to lower my head onto the bed. He then slips his hands into the crease of my bent hips and lifts my ass higher into the air, arching my back and changing the angle of penetration. The tip of his cock is now rubbing against my g spot with every stroke and has me crying out, begging for more. I can feel he’s close and a few final thrusts have him exploding into me, the pulses set me off and I squeeze him in response, coming on his cock.
He withdraws and discards the condom and I turn to see a huge smile plastered on his face. I’m too exhausted to have any awareness of what my face is doing, or the rest of my body for that matter! We lay for a minute, recovering, allowing our breathing and heart rates to return to normal. The room comes back into focus and I become aware of my surroundings, of the people watching, of the aches in my body, the state of my hair. I tend to get fully involved in sex and I always end up looking disheveled – well and truly fucked! We assemble our discarded clothes and he walks me to the changing rooms, grabbing some water on the way. I find my locker to get dressed into sensible clothes and he heads to the single guys changing rooms. I return to the bar to settle up my tab, only to realise I didn’t buy any of my own drinks today. We have a quick kiss as we say our goodbyes and he reiterates that he would like to arrange that private meet. I head to my car and use the car journey home to decompress from the day’s adventures, mentally preparing for dinner with my husband and children. This contrast always blows my mind, the filth of the day compared to the wholesome family waiting at home. It’s not until bedtime that I get to reconnect with hubby and relive the filth and excitement of the day. Then we snuggle and fall asleep quickly, after a satisfying but exhausting day.