All the men's eyes were on her, and all their hands were on their . . .

[hamlet]

Ever since we began swinging, my wife had wanted to buy a bustier, to add to her collection of sexy clothes that she could wear to clubs. When we were in San Francisco, she found one she liked. And, since we were going to a club the next night, she had an obvious opportunity to wear it.

It was a blue bustier, strapless, that left her shoulders bare. The color worked well with her red hair. She has large breasts, and the tight lacing of the bustier meant that they were almost spilling out--but I guess that's the point of a bustier. She also has very slim hips, and great legs, though they were covered by the thigh-highs that she wore below her black miniskirt.

The club we went to is called the Power Exchange. At the time we went, they had one floor that was exclusively gay, with the other open to anyone at all, which is where we went. It's also got a strong leaning toward BDSM, with lots of different restraining devices set up all over. The space was divided into a lot of separate areas, including a number of cages; all of them were open to view, though if you went into any area and didn't want people to follow you, you could just attach a chain across the entrance.

The club is open on several weeknights as well as weekends and, while we would have preferred a Friday or Saturday, our flights were such that Wednesday was the only time we were able to go. The upside of that was that couples are admitted free that night. The downside is that almost all the others there that night were single men.

That made her a little nervous at first. Almost as soon as we walked in, and she took off the jacket that had kept her semi-decent in the taxi, she became a magnet. As we walked around the club, a whole pack began to follow us. As we checked out the various areas, we discovered that there actually were two or three other couples there, already naked, and a bunch of single women standing around (hookers, pretty clearly). But the majority kept trailing after us, even though she was still fully dressed. Obviously, they were hoping that that would change.

I wasn't so sure if it would. When we stopped for a little in the area where porn was being screened, and all the guys sat down around us, I half expected her to say she wanted to leave. She told me later that she was considering it. But, after a little while, she just suggested that we resume our wandering.

About an hour along, I desperately needed the men's room. I was a little afraid to leave her by herself, but she said she'd be okay. Sure enough, when I came back out from my two minutes away, there was a guy who'd found her alone and waiting for me, and he was seizing the moment to hit on her. He beat a retreat when he saw me coming back, and she told me that he was a creep. But she also said "I think I'm ready." I had no idea what that meant, but it was clear that she did, as she took me by the hand and began to lead me back to the play areas. I just followed, assuming that I'd figure it out.

She led me to a wide open area that had in it a doctor's office examining table. The crowd of guys followed. The creepy guy wanted to come in with us, but I fastened the chain behind us after we entered. So the guys all took their positions around the perimeter of the area, none of them more than about six feet away from the table.

She sat down there, looked around at her admirers, and proceeded to take off her skirt and her thong. Then she lay down and opened her legs. I knew what she wanted me to do, and I buried my head there. She came and came and came, screaming even more loudly than she usually does.

Of course, I couldn't see the guys' reaction from where I was. I also couldn't really see her. That's why I was more than a little surprised when she pulled my head up and I saw that she was naked now, except for her choker necklace and her thigh-highs. I wasn't quite sure how she'd managed that, but she explained to me later that she'd managed to get one of her hands around her back and undo all the snaps on the bustier. It wasn't easy, she said, but "I wanted them to see me naked. I wanted you to see them seeing me naked." I wasn't surprised, when I looked around, to find that most of the guys in the circle now had their cocks out of their pants and were jerking away.

I was dying to fuck her by now, but she said that she wanted to suck me instead. I came around to her right side, but she said, "No--the other side." It didn't make any difference to me, so I went where she asked. She took me in her mouth, at the same time moving her hand down under and starting to masturbate.

She got herself off pretty quickly, though her groans were necessarily muffled this time. And it didn't take long for me to shoot my load into her mouth--especially as I watched a few other guys getting themselves off. Watching all those other guys jerking off because they were so turned on by my wife was one of the greatest turn-ons of my life.

When all was done, she walked over to one of the guys in the circle--a good-looking guy with long curly blond hair who was in his 20s, which made him younger than all the others. "Did you like that?" she asked. "It was inspiring," he replied. She later explained to me that she'd asked me to move to her left because that's where he was, and he's the one she wanted to watch jerk off.

We dressed and took a taxi back to our hotel room. Needless to say, we fucked furiously as soon as we got there, talking through it all about the adventure we'd just had.

[LFM2]

I love good first experiences!

Thanks for sharing your story.