Last weekend, the three of us took a big step: we went to our very first BDSM event at a sex club. We were buzzing with that perfect cocktail of nerves and excitement… craving the intensity, the rush of possibility, and whatever wild, eye-opening things we might see or stumble into during our first sex club adventure.
The Vibe Inside the Club
The place was alive the moment we walked in. Music thumped through the walls, the kind that vibrates in your chest and makes everything feel more urgent, more primal. It set the perfect pulse for the night.
Upstairs in the Sex Area
As I mentioned in our previous post about our first time at the sex club, upstairs in the “sex area,” they had a long row of beds pushed together side-by-side, creating one extended platform divided into sections. Between each bed hung fixed sheer curtains… gauzy and translucent… so shapes, shadows, and movement carried through in a hazy, teasing way, but no one could pull them aside or fully open the space. At the ends, where onlookers could stand and watch (if the participants allowed it), there were two sets of curtains: heavier blackout ones that could be left open for a clear view or drawn for privacy, and sheer ones for play somewhere in between.
The three of us stood together near one of the open sections, just taking it all in. Right in front of us, a woman and man were having sex… slow, deliberate, the kind that’s impossible to look away from. She kept glancing over at us, catching our eyes, and every time I smiled back, she’d return it with this knowing little curve of her mouth. It was electric, like an unspoken invitation hanging in the air during this voyeuristic moment.
That’s when John and I couldn’t resist anymore. We started running our hands over Jon’s crotch, rubbing his cock through his pants, feeling him thicken under our palms while we all kept our eyes on the couple. The heat of the room, the thumping music, the sounds of other people talking around us, her gaze flicking our way… it was turning all of us on. After a few minutes of that slow torture, John slid his hand down inside Jon’s pants, getting a proper grip, stroking him more deliberately.
(We decided to write this post together, so I’ll let John pick up from where his hands were working…)
John’s Perspective: Watching and Teasing
I wasn’t really all that interested in seeing this side of the club at first. It was one of those areas where I thought, “That’s not for us.” I’m surprised to say I was wrong. We really enjoyed ourselves there… just not in the way one might think.
There were couples in a few of the beds when we got upstairs. We stood across from them, maybe five feet away, along with a dozen or so others who were there to watch. The three of us focused on one particular couple for a while. I was furthest back, so most of the time all I could see clearly was the woman’s face. That was okay, though, that was all I needed. It was amazing to watch her as she lay there, obviously being fucked. She was on her back with her head toward us. Every so often she’d drop her head back and scan the room. You could tell the moment she locked eyes with someone… she’d pause, hold the gaze, and you could feel how much it turned her on to be watched by someone confident enough to meet her stare. I was fascinated.
After a while, I turned around to face away from the beds and stood in front of Michele. I still had my shirt open from some earlier play (you’ll read about that in another post), and I was definitely feeling aroused not just physically, but emotionally. I was full of energy, ready to be a little frisky, maybe even a bit of a troublemaker. I started flirting with Michele, and we were both flirting with Jon. More than a couple of times we kissed… deep, passionate kisses… until she playfully pushed me off.
Eventually Michele reached down and started rubbing Jon’s cock through his pants. As I usually do when she starts that, I reached down too. I couldn’t feel much through the fabric, so I slid my hand up, unbuttoned his pants, and unzipped them just enough to slip inside and get a real grip. We kept at it for a while, talking quietly about taking him to one of the private rooms to edge him properly. Based on how hard he got, I’m pretty sure he loved the idea. I never got to see it myself, but Jon said he was getting drippy… maybe even more than that. He was worried about a big wet spot showing through his pants. Hearing that only made us want to keep going.
Unfortunately, we never found a free room that night to torture him the way we wanted. It’s good to have something to look forward to next time.
Wrapping Up the Night
After what felt like forever tickling the voyeurs inside us, we headed downstairs for a much needed drink and found an open seat at the big white half circle couch in the center of the club. We say and rested and just took in all that we could for the last bit of the evening. After we felt rested, we decided it was getting late for a Sunday night… it was after midnight and we had a long drive home (the club is an hour away). Jon and I both had work the next day, too. When we decided to leave, John went to get the car. The cool night air felt amazing… for about two seconds, until the sub-40 temps and strong wind hit. John said it was all downhill to the car, so he walked as fast as he could to stay warm and minimize the misery. Jon and I lasted outside about a minute and a half before we had to head back inside the doors.
The drive home was uneventful except for the mandatory 1 a.m. Whataburger stop… we desperately needed food in our bellies.
We don’t know when we’ll get the chance to go back, but we already can’t wait. We had an incredible time at our first sex club adventure, learned a ton about the scene and ourselves, and left with ideas (and a little unfinished business) that will make the next BDSM event and hopefully future visits to the club in general, even better.
(We’ll be writing about the other experiences from that night soon, too… stay tuned for more real throuple adventures!)
Michele & John
