Greedy Girls

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Back in February, S and I decided to visit the swinging club we have been to a number of times.  This visit was specifically to attend a ‘Greedy Girls’ event, which is regularly held. Our visit was out of curiosity rather than being for me to participate, although it’s important to keep an open mind on these things…

I really wasn’t sure what to expect. The image that kept flashing through my mind was one of a Benny Hill-type romp, but with the men being chased by the women instead of the other way around.

I am always quite nervous before our swinging club visits, even though I know that I am in control and what I do is up to me. This was our sixth visit to a club and out of all those visits, we hadn’t seen anyone else, other than ourselves, having sex. I was certain that this would not be the case on this visit.

When we arrived, there were two guys waiting to be admitted. We stood behind them and I felt quite uncomfortable and stared at the floor thinking they were probably wondering if I would be a greedy girl that day.

Eventually, we were admitted and went into the couples’/ladies’ changing room. There were a few ladies on their own getting changed into various items of lingerie and touching up their make up. I opted for covering myself up with the towel provided by the club; I hadn’t considered dressing sexily and didn’t want to draw attention to myself.

We went out into the main area of the club and it was immediately obvious there were many more people there than we had seen on our previous visits. There were more women than I had expected, but there were a lot of men prowling about. 

We went downstairs as I wanted to look at the sex swing, which was in the dungeon.  It was only my curiosity on this occasion and there was no chance of me providing any entertainment on it.  Given how busy it was upstairs, it was very quiet downstairs. We went to explore the other rooms and I noticed a few guys had come downstairs since we had. Presumably, they were hoping for some action, but no words were spoken, just a few furtive glances thrown in our direction. Just as we were about to go back upstairs, one of the staff members came through giving a tour of the club to a new member. I couldn’t help overhearing the commentary, which was very similar to that of an estate agent.

We went back upstairs to get a drink and settled in to observe our surroundings.  I noticed that most of the ladies present were sitting at the bar, some in matching lingerie, some in exotic outfits and some just in knickers. Many of the guys were in boxers or tiny budgie smugglers; this was something I hadn’t seen before as on all our previous visits, everyone was wrapped in towels. Obviously, undress to impress was the order of the day. S went off to the loo and I carried on observing the surroundings. I looked up to see him returning and at the same time noticed a guy approaching me from the other direction. S reached me first. The other guy just sat at the other end of the settee and didn’t say a word. I glanced over at him a few times but there was no response. S and I had a kiss and cuddle and after a short time became aware of eyes on us. S commented that we had company. I looked up and a younger guy was sat in the chair directly opposite, just staring. Again, no attempt at communicating was made.

We decided to go downstairs to a private room. We found one that was vacant and closed the door. I then realised that we had come into a room with a window and there were three faces peering in. We opened the door and I told the guys that I wasn’t comfortable being on public view. Yet again, not a word from any of them. I was starting to feel quite uncomfortable with the way guys were conducting themselves. It was a real contrast to our first visit here where all the guys we encountered were very chatty and friendly as soon as we walked in.

We found another room and locked the door. Within a few minutes, we heard a female and a male voice chatting outside in the public area. Then the talking turned into grunts and groans. Then lots of ‘oh yeahs’ from the female. And the sound of body parts slapping together. The moans and groans got louder then abruptly stopped and normal conversation ensued. Then it all started again.  Presumably with a different guy.  Neither of us could concentrate on what we were doing. Not through being turned on or aroused by the sound of what going on outside, more through being put off our respective strides.  Although seeing what was going on rather than just hearing might have been more of a turn on.   I couldn’t help feeling that the female’s noises of pleasure weren’t completely genuine. It sounded as if it was being switched on and off again for effect very quickly. After another few repetitions, all went quiet outside. We were ready to venture out by this time and outside we found one solitary guy. Presumably waiting in hope.

We decided it was time to leave and went to get a shower. We passed the couples’ room which we had made use of on our first time at this club. It was obvious that this was where all the action presently was. Normally, only couples are permitted in this room and single guys have to watch from the viewing room or the window (I have written about our experience in the couples’ room). Not so on greedy girls’ day! There were two girls on the large bed area and both were on  all fours.  One was being pounded by a guy kneeling behind her; I suspect she was the girl we heard earlier judging by the noises she was making. The other was sucking one guy’s cock and was pushing herself back onto another guy, who was standing in front of the bed. The bed was surrounded by around 15-20 guys all rhythmically wanking and mesmerised by the scene on the bed. And, it was completely silent apart from the continuing ‘oh yeahs’ from the bed.  I was weirdly fascinated by the guys wanking silently in formation. It was almost as if it was some strange cult ritual. I guess many were hoping that their turn would be next and some were just happy to be voyeurs and wank alongside the next guy. I asked S if he would have stood there with his fellow men, wanking away. He said not.

I am completely in awe of sexually empowered women who have the confidence to take part and enjoy themselves in situations like this. Would I be one of the girls on the bed fucking one man after another? It’s unlikely. As much as I would love to have the confidence to perform to that level, it is not really me. However, I will certainly consider more intimate encounters and had some of the guys actually spoken with us, they might have had an invitation to watch in private…. And, maybe I’ll shed the towel in favour of something more sexy next time!

I’d love to hear if you would be a greedy girl. Or would you join in with the silence of the wankers!

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Elust 90

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The GP
I Want
Indescribable Pleasure
Humiliating an ex-Nazi: Raylene’s 2nd dozen
Preparation
I love big, fat dicks

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Dude, You’re Wet!
When Love Becomes a Weakness
On a Silver Platter
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The Letter C

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The prompt for this week’s Sinful Sunday is ‘The Letter C’.

C is for…  many things which occurred before, during and after this photo ….

Champagne

Caresses

Cock

Chocolate

Climax

Copulation

Clit

Cunnilingus

Cuddles

Cum

Cunt

Covers

Happy New Year!

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The GP

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I have written before about my desire for a threesome with two men and also about my lover’s eagerness to see me engaged in sexual activity with another man.

We were contacted by the GP  during late August and were both very impressed with his initial message and his online profile. We exchanged a few messages and he came across as polite, respectful and sensual. All essential qualities as far as I was concerned. Due to holidays spread over the next month or so, it was the end of September before we were able to meet for a coffee. He was exactly as he came across in his messages. Polite, charming, unassuming and very quietly spoken and respectful. We had a very frank and open conversation about our prior experiences, expectations and what we enjoyed doing. An hour or so seemed enough time to form an opinion and we said we would discuss the matter between us and get back to him. He messaged us within an hour saying how much he enjoyed meeting us both and hoped that we would have an opportunity to meet up soon.  We both felt comfortable with him and suggested a date in October  when we would be free to meet.

We arrived at the hotel half an hour before the GP was due, so S could give me a sensual, relaxing back massage to help me get in the mood. Just after 12.30pm, he called to say he had arrived. S gave him the room number and we awaited the knock at the door. I didn’t know what to do with myself. I put my underwear back on as it seemed a bit too much to greet him with both S and I being naked. How should I position myself? Sit, stand or lie on the bed trying to look seductive and sexy? I decided to just sit back against the pillows.  What was the etiquette for the opening few minutes? Did we make polite conversation or get stuck straight in?  I needn’t have worried. S took charge when the inevitable knock at the door came. He thanked the GP for coming and said to get undressed straightaway. I felt a little awkward and didn’t know where to look.  Once the GP had undressed, he came over to embrace me. I could see in my peripheral vision that he had an erection, but I couldn’t bring myself to look directly at it. S suggested that we start with them both massaging me. S massaged my arms, shoulders and breasts while the GP concentrated on my legs. I was blown away by the intensity of his touch; he clearly knew how to manipulate the muscles in my legs. It took my concentration away from the pleasure of  having my breasts massaged at the same time, which really does say something as that is one of my biggest pleasures.

The two of them then swapped places. The GP concentrated on my breasts while S stroked and massaged my pussy. It felt very strange leaning back against another man and feeling a much softer and lighter touch on my breasts than I was used to. S asked if the GP would like to swap places again, adding that he could use his tongue if he wanted to.  The GP took his time and spent a while exploring my pussy with his fingers before changing position.  He ran his tongue all around my lips and cunt while S played with my nipples, tugging them firmly. He then moved his attention to my swollen clit, clearly enjoying the wetness and my heightened state of arousal. A few flicks of his expert tongue combined with having my nipples squeezed by S resulted in an incredibly powerful orgasm that left me trembling. Both S and the GP were delighted and clearly very aroused at the effect their combined efforts had had on me.

S suggested I should give the GP a lingam massage. He lay down and I positioned myself between his legs. I  poured baby oil gently over his cock and balls and set to. I massaged him for around half an hour bringing him to the edge of orgasm a number of times. S was obviously getting much pleasure from watching while playing with his (own) cock.  The GP stopped me just before I felt he was ready to come, which was a shame as  I wanted to see the reaction when he eventually orgasmed after the lingam massage. He evidently wanted to extend his pleasure for a while longer.

Now it was the turn of S. He lay down while the GP sat and observed while I spent a pleasurable thirty minutes performing my lingam skills. S did allow me to bring him to orgasm and had no qualms about showing the extent of his pleasure.

While S went to the bathroom, I sat back against the pillows. The GP stood up from his chair and got on the bed to kiss me. He was clearly very aroused and I instinctively reached out to play with his cock. S returned and joined in by teasing my nipples with his tongue.  The GP slipped a condom on and pushed his erect cock in my very wet cunt while S continued to play with my breasts.  Feeling the GP’s cock inside me and seeing the satisfaction on his face while enjoying and watching S  concentrating on my breasts was the ultimate pleasure. The GP obviously had similar feelings, which were made evident when he orgasmed very loudly a little while later.

I lay down next to S and we had a kiss and cuddle. The GP returned from the bathroom and lay on the other side of me gently caressing my body while S was kissing me. His fingers found their way to my pussy and he expressed his amazement at how wet I still was, which had been a constant presence throughout and a source of lighthearted amusement.  S passed him my little silver bullet vibrator and between the two of them they bought me orgasm again. After this, we lay there for a while chatting and basking in the satisfying afterglow which comes from giving and receiving sexual pleasure. It all flowed very naturally and both S and the GP continued to caress and kiss me afterwards.

It was soon back onto more vigorous activity – for me anyway. S thought it would be fun for me to give a lingam message to both him and the GP simultaneously. They lay down side by side while I knelt between them. I poured baby oil over their cocks and balls  and started to gently massage. The massage ended up being a handjob rather than a proper lingam massage given I could only use one hand for each. But there were no complaints!  I gently played with each of them and found it quite an amazing experience to  watch their simultaneous reactions. To see their eyes opening and closing with each movement of my hands; to hear their gasps and groans of pleasure and to see the visible enjoyment and gratification on their faces. And to see the contrast between their beautiful, but very different,  bodies.  It was also delightful to see them both looking over at the reactions of the other from time to time.  The GP came first, closely followed by S. I felt truly empowered and definitely a sexual goddess during this particular experience.

We had another snuggle on the bed before time caught up with us and we sadly had to leave. The whole afternoon was an incredibly erotic and sensual experience. There were no uncomfortable moments, nor did anyone feel left out. I felt incredibly sexy and desirable throughout, not to mention the feeling of empowerment.

We both feel very lucky to have found such a gem of a man. We have met up again since and will meet again in the New Year, but our contact in between meetings is limited to arranging to meet or an occasional ‘how are you?’. The relative anonymity that goes with our arrangement suits us all.

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