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 The Night My Hubby Took Me to `A Private Club'

   My husband told me he wanted to take me out to a private club.  He had
me to dress very sexy, in a mini-dress, tight, short, low cut, with my
9-inch platform heels.  Beneath the dress, at his request, I was naked,
wearing only my thigh high stockings with lace tops.

   We have an Open Marriage, so I was not unaccustomed to wearing sexy
apparel when we went out at night.

   As we walked in, I could see that it was no normal club.  There was no
dance floor, no loud music.  Instead there was a round stage, with rows of
tables circled around it.  The tables were terraced upward, so that as you
moved back from stage, each subsequent row of tables was higher, so that
every table had an unobstructed view of the stage.  The lighting was
indirect and soft, bright enough that you could see across the room, but
with the softness of candlelight.  Soft shadows danced on the walls.

   Most of the other couples were similar to us...  handsome males,
obviously successful, confident...  and beautiful women with them, sexy,
seductive, mostly younger, dressed to please.  It was very beautiful crowd.

   I thought we were going to have dinner, which we did.  It was a four
star meal.  There were delicious delicacies with fine wine, served by
stunningly beautiful girls and flawlessly handsome men.  I had never seen
more attractive waiters and waitresses.

   I asked my husband if there was going to be a stage show after dinner.
He said, "Just wait and see.' When the dinner dishes had been cleared, one
of the waitresses appeared on stage.  To my surprise, she was completely
naked, and very beautiful.  She was joined by one of the waiters who was
also naked.

   They began to make love.  At first, it was slow and sensuous, but
gradually their passion grew more intense, and I could see that they began
to lose control.  Her cries of delight were affecting the crowd.  Couples
were kissing and caressing each other as they watched the show.

   The couple on stage was soon joined by other waitresses and waiters,
each with equally beautiful bodies, flawlessly sexy girls, and well-hung
men with rippling muscles.

   The audience could not help but become aroused by the orgy that was
taking place on stage just a few feet from our tables.  My husband reached
for me, and I melted into his arms, kissing him with hungry, excited
kisses. His hand slipped between my legs, and I parted them to give him
room, purring into his mouth as he strummed my clit.

   He unzipped my dress and I shrugged it off, glancing around to notice
that other women were doing likewise.  I was naked on my husband's lap,
wearing only my thigh high stockings and my heels, lost in my excitement,
caught up in the sexual energy that had filled the room.

   Moans of passion were flooding the room.  The orgy on stage was by then
out of control.  Couples were leaving their tables to join the scene on the
stage.  Men were taking turns with the beautiful waitresses, and giving
their wives/dates to the well-hung waiters with their massive erections.

   I freed my husband's stiffness, and sank my very wet slit down onto it,
riding up and down on him, happy and eager to reach an orgasm.

   "Shall we join them?" he asked.

   "Ohhhh, yes," I breathed, unable to hide my excitement at the idea.  I
undressed him, revealing my husband's well-toned body, proud of how
handsome he was, and we walked the stage, hand-in-hand.

   Soon we were both immediately entwined with the mass of naked flesh on
the stage.  In no time I found myself with a thick, hard erection in each
of my orifices...  one in my mouth, one invading my anus, and a third
buried in my sex chasm.  The three handsome young waiters connected to me
had washboard abs, powerful chests and arms, and narrow waists.  They were
ravishing me with eager delight.  I loved it!

   I started having orgasms almost immediately, and the entire time we were
on stage my orgasms kept exploding like a string of firecrackers, each one
seemingly more powerful than the one before.  Every time one of those young
studs would finish with me, yet another guy would take his place.

   I don't know how many guy I had that night, but it was several.  Not all
of the couples joined the scene on stage, some just enjoyed the show.  That
added to the excitement, being watched, showing off, being the center of
attention.

   Occasionally a couple of the waitresses turned their attention toward
me, sucking on my nipples, and eating my juicy pink slit.  It was a roller
coaster ride, from the hardness of the waiters, to the sensuous tenderness
of the waitresses.  The variations were fantastic.

   I lost track of everything except the incredible pleasure that was
wracking my senses.  Eventually my husband came to me, taking me, emptying
the remains of his seed into my inflamed sex tunnel, kissing me warmly and
tenderly, He was so loving.

   "Have you been enjoying yourself?" he asked.  I could not speak.  My
body was still trembling and quivering with the aftershocks of my mind
numbing orgasms.  I was still seething with waves of delight.  I could only
nod, kissing him with loving softness, so grateful to him for allowing me
that special experience.

   We gathered our clothing where we had left it at our table, dressed, and
he retrieved his car from the valet parking.  We rode home in silence, with
me snuggled against him, his arm around me, caressing me gently.

   The hot memories of that evening will long linger.  He has taken me
there on other occasions, but that first time was the most memorable.