Reviving the Atmosphere: An Evening of Adventure
George and Anne are a contented couple around thirty-five. Their sexual life at home is gratifying. They have a boy Kevin, who is 10, and used to visit his grandparents for one weekend per month. Although George's parents could still care for Kevin during weekends, Anne's mother died last year due to a sudden stroke at 58, leaving her father a widower, and they preferred not to trouble him by leaving their grandson alone with him. The rationale behind Kevin's weekend visits with his grandparents was that George and Anne had been attending swingers and sex clubs for the previous five years. The appeal of such places for them was the raw sexual atmosphere.
George considers himself demisexual, needing a bond with someone emotionally before he wants to have sex with them. Anne, on the other hand, possesses a liberal sexual outlook and likes to have sex with random individuals. While George may meet someone at these clubs, it would require multiple visits before he could feel comfortable enough to make love to them. Anne would introduce him to many women in hopes of finding a suitable partner. However, he achieved most satisfaction by observing his wife's orgasms as she had intercourse with someone.
After eight months since Anne's mother's passing, George and Anne decided to revisit the clubs. As the weekend came closer, their excitement magnified. They couldn't contain their ardor, making love as frequently as possible, even engaging in a quick session while Kevin was preparing for school. As they were attempting to conceal their combined passion, they burst into giggles when he walked into the kitchen upon hearing the bathroom door open, and seeing their shared peck on the lips. "Yuck," Kevin commented, as they exchanged knowing glances and sprayed some air freshener to cover their scent.
George and Anne requested vacation days on the Friday preceding the weekend. George's parents offered to collect Kevin from school and drop him back there on Monday morning, opening up an entire weekend for their adventures. Part of their weekend fun began on Friday morning when Kevin was transferred to his grandparents.
Sharing erotic grooming was always enjoyable for the couple, and on this day they aimed to indulge in that activity more than usual. They refrained from touch while showering to prevent unsanitary mishaps. Anne spread out a towel and laid down on it, spreading her legs apart. Meanwhile, George collected the tools needed for grooming, including a small tub of hot water, a washcloth, a beard trimmer, a shaving mug and brush, and a fresh sharp safety razor. He gazed upon his wife's pussy, cherishing the memory of her more than once and immediately licked her, causing her to emit a gasp, before attending to the task.
He commenced by combing through her pubic hair with the beard trimmer, cutting it down to a quarter inch. Then, he cleaned her pubic area with the washcloth. He poured water in the shaving mug, lathering it with soap. Gradually, he applied the lather to her groin circumference while following it meticulously with the safety razor. Since he knew that her arousal would eventually lead to a mess, he commenced by the rectum and peritoneum, prodding the area cautiously to ensure the hair was removed flawlessly. As he propagated the hair removal upwards, her juices began to flow, and he licked her as they emerged. He groomed her remaining areas adroitly, employing his fingers to clean her folds, followed by pressing his mouth against her clitoris and sucking energetically, rendering her orgasms difficult to count. It seemed to him that over an hour had gone by as he celebrated her sensuality. He rinsed off the washcloth, dropped everything on the floor, and plummeted upon her most intimate area, compelling her knees towards her chest as he took her into his mouth, licking from top to bottom. Instruction:
The absence of hair in the lady's groin area has rendered it more sensitive. Proceed to the next sentence.
Knowing the vulnerability of the spot where he was working, causing him to feel elated, he stuck out his tongue, licking from bottom to top, top to bottom, and spelling out the alphabet with his lips and tongue on her clitoris. Her lips were stretched widely apart as he inserted his fingers inside, collecting her secretions and relishing their taste. It's unclear how many times he made Anne climax, but he was delighted to see there was an hour's worth of time since he initiated his licking.
After Anne experienced an orgasmic euphoria, it was time for her to groom George. They began by replacing the hair-covered towel with a fresh one and gathered scissors, a beard trimmer, and an electric shaver. George relaxed on his back, showing off his circumcised genitals. While grooming a man, it's different than grooming a woman - a woman's arousal doesn't alter the quality of the shave, but for men, it's crucial. George was still partially hard from pleasing his wife, but he wasn't hard enough to stimulate precum. Since Anne was focused on eliminating any stray hairs on his member, she couldn't use her saliva or wetness for fear of it sticking to his skin, which could cause missed hairs.
She softly kissed the head of his penis, sliding her tongue around it, and started to jerk him off slightly, focusing on making him fully hard while ensuring he didn't release precum for fear of potentially missing hairs.
Now, Anne examined George's penis and started searching for any stray hairs. She used the scissors to snip off the ones she found. Then, she moved on to his testicles, cupping them and examining them for remaining hairs. Once she had addressed all the area mentioned above, she used the beard trimmer to cut the longer pubic hair near his crotch, including those in his ass cleft. She trimmed this hair to about half an inch, giving it a clean, well-maintained look. Anne knew she had to be cautious while using the scissors around George's sensitive areas, but she had to ensure they remained well-trimmed.
After the trimming, Anne picked up the electric razor and started gently rubbing it over his shaft, searching for any missed hairs. The vibrations led to a loud moan from George, and although Anne wanted to avoid making him cum, she also took her time with the task due to the pleasure it caused him. Anne then moved the razor to his testicles, carefully shaving his balls. Ultimately, they resulted in a completely smooth and visually enhanced erection with a smoother appearance.
Anne then picked up the electric razor and moved to George's face, showering his member with kisses and licking around the head of his penis. She swallowed him whole, her tongue teasing the frenulum, before drawing up his member and swirling her tongue around it, mouth stimulating him while sliding back down.
George then guided Anne to the center of the bed, where she straddled him and sat atop his penis. They enjoyed the sensation of the cowgirl position, as George appreciated the respect it afforded him, leaving his hands free to engage with Anne's breasts. He played with them, squeezing and massaging her already sensitive nipples, teasing them in a way that evoked goosebumps. He loved the pleasure of climaxing but loved the sound of her moans, screams, and howls even more.
One thing led to another, and all good things must come to an end. At the height of their pleasure, Anne experienced her third climax, rousing groans from George, who ultimately filled her again with his seed, a result of his unyielding orgasmic responses. But since they didn't want to take any risks with pregnancy, they could now shower together safely with no fear.
The couple relished each other's sensations. Anne's breasts were a source of pleasure for George, and his back and ass were appreciated by him. She bent over slightly and offered him her pussy from behind. George thrust into her, sliding in smoothly in one vigorous stroke. Anne's hands were all over his body - her fingers on the small of his back, his ass, working her way down to his balls, softly cupping them and rolling them. She bent down and offered him her pussy from behind, a position George thoroughly enjoyed. With each thrust, Anne climaxed once more before feeling his load deep within her. They knew that, with her tubal ligation, there was no risk of pregnancy.
***
The Dark Velvet Room occupied a historic industrial warehouse initially utilized for shipping services before being rented for club use during the night. The top floor had an open design, divided into various singular areas like bathrooms, a secluded hot tub, and a DJ station with a dance floor. Unlike traditional clubs, there was no bar; guests were encouraged to bring their beverages, and liquor was circulated freely. There was never a shortage of drinks, which made for a fun experience. They also had showers on the premises. The atmosphere was sultry, sensual, and incredibly enabling.
Half the floor was all about sex. It held a range of themed bedrooms surrounding the main area. Each room had windows and doors chain-secured. If the curtains on the windows were open, people could watch without permission. If the door chains were up and the door open, cheering or commenting was welcomed. If the door was locked, it meant people could join in. Different rooms had different themes, including a mirror room, one with a sex swing, and various BDSM rooms.
The main area was set up with huge TV screens covering the walls, showing various sex films. There was one TV that broadcasted live footage from one of the rooms (occupants had to turn on the camera). The space featured couches covered in sheets, except for a spot accommodating a massive bed large enough to house six king-sized beds. It was the orgy zone, where anyone could join the activities on the bed or the couches. Consent was required, but doing the deed in this area was considered a consent.
Paul, a widower for a year, was shattered by the loss. Struggling to find purpose in life without his spouse, he longed for something to break the loneliness. During their life together, he and his wife always indulged in a healthy sex life, and having sex was discussed as a potential option to move on if one of them died. After contemplating, he was unsure of bringing another woman home, worrying about the bond that might follow.
He visited an adult bookstore one day and saw an ad for a sex club, "The Dark Velvet Room." It seemed to promise satisfaction, allowing free sex without making any commitment. To formulate his plan, Paul embarked on a search over the internet about sex clubs. It was enlightening. It taught to dress appropriately, to listen and take 'No' seriously, not to be embarrassed by running into someone you know, and never to reveal someone's identity if met in the club.
Calculating the risk, he decided to try out the club. His first concern was to obtain more information. Calling the club, they mentioned a three-week waiting period for single men. On the verge of hanging up, he received a phone call indicating a cancelation and an invitation for Friday.
Paul picked out a trendy yet laid back outfit, eager for the night. He headed out for the club, teeming with excitement. While he waited at the address mentioned in the ad, confusion arose because the external lights were limited to just street lamps. Noticing a few vehicles parked nearby, he approached and found out that a dating couple had unlocked the door, then closed it behind them. He gasped, uncertain if he was at the right place, knocked on the door anyway.
After confirming his identity, he was allowed in. He ascended five flights of stairs, then arrived at a closed door. Pressing the buzzer happened to call the attention of a charming young woman who let him in and guided him to the food and drink area. There were lockers prepared for stowing valuables. She explained the rules regarding the rooms. In one, the door was open, with couples inside, some undressed, others dressed. She returned then, leading him back to the food area and offering him a drink. Following, she managed the door once more.
In summary, a half of the floor was dedicated to exploits in sex. Surrounding the central area, it boasted bedrooms with different themes. The main area featured large TVs and a massive bed for orgies. Using the right code of conduct, including following the rules and practicing consent, would pave way for !sex.
One night, Paul, a new widower, found himself at a crossroad. Craving sexual satisfaction, yet unsure about emotional bondage, he devised a back-up plan. Visiting a sex club seemed extremely different from his traditional routine. He did intensive research about such clubs and discovered what to expect, dress code, and respecting "No." Friday arrived, marking his big night out.
Excitement threatened to overwhelm him as he prepared for the night by keeps aspiring for a comfy outfit. He got groomed, showered, and headed out. His heart pounded as he walked into a place shrouded in secrecy - lit only by the street lamps. A hint of confusion crept in as he spotted a few cars parked nearby. He soon realized that an inebriated couple had left the door open but closed it as they went. Paul knocked on the door, and it was opened by a man who checked his ID before admitting him. Following the rules, Paul ascended five flights of stairs to claim another closed door.
The lady who greeted him at the door was much younger than he expected. She showed him the place, including the food and drink area and an explanation of the bedroom rules. Observing couples wearing different levels of clothing in one open door, he was astounded. After a brief tour and with a final drink in hand, he kept vigil on the door again.
Opening the door was almost more challenging than meeting the lady herself. Inside, he saw different themed rooms with intertwined sexual intentions. The main area was filled with couches covered in sheets and a giant bed. The guidelines for the establishments included dressing appropriately, being respectful, and refraining from naming others. Paul was now one step closer to indulging in a thrilling night he had long sought.
George and Anne entered the Dark Velvet Room at 8:30 pm, typically making their way straight to the dance area. They spent 30 minutes socializing and dancing with each other. Afterward, they explored the rooms in search of exciting encounters.
They stumbled upon a couple, both younger than them. The door was open, but the chain was down, so they decided to enter. The young woman asked them to raise the chain, feeling 4 people in the room was enough. George complied and stood aside as Anne approached the pair. She started kissing the woman while fondling her left breast. The young man positioned himself between the woman's legs, tongue-fucking her until she reached orgasm. George admired the scene from a distance until Anne took hold of the young man's erection. As the woman screamed in pleasure, George and Anne left the room.
As George and Anne returned to the dance area, Anne suddenly stopped abruptly, prompting George to stumble over her. Anne shushed him, looking fearful.
"Did you see that man?" she asked, indicating a man two tables to the left of the DJ.
"No, but let me check," George responded, noticing it was the first time Anne had reacted this way.
George peeked around the corner to find the man in question. He noticed Anne's husband, George, was the one who had covered the man's eyes. "Interesting," George mused, relishing the predicament his wife was in.
Anne seemed disturbed by the situation. "He was so lonely after our mother died, coming here hoping to find some comfort. Shouldn't he find it in family, not a public sex club?" she pondered aloud.
George found the idea intriguing. "The best person to provide him comfort is his own daughter."
Anne seemed torn. "What should I do?"
George gave her a few seconds to consider her options. "If you're okay with this, I propose we approach your father as Paul, just like what they do here."
***
Sitting near the DJ, Paul was enjoying the music when he suddenly lost his vision. A pair of hands covered his eyes, and then a hot, passionate kiss descended upon his lips. The hands were taken off, and another kissed him before locking lips with his tongue. After 30 seconds, Anne backed away and swung around in his lap, winding up on his legs.
Anne whispered into his ear, "You must call me Anne here; I am your daughter."
Blindfolded, Paul was unsure how to react. Confused, overwhelmed by seeing Anne performing oral sex on him, and beginning to enjoy it, he was unable to think clearly. Anne led him into an empty seat, ensuring the curtains were closed and the door locked. George, their friend, prepared the bed with new sheets.
As Paul sat down, regaining control, he noticed he was once again standing. Anne had dismounted him, and with his pants on the floor, she started sucking him off, helping him reach a full erection. He realized what was happening, and sat down on the bed, pulling his penis out of his daughter's mouth.
Anne faced him, saying, "My turn now."
She climbed on top of Paul, undressing him and finger-licking his nipples. She straddled his face, only for him to see her asshole. Before he could react, she lowered herself onto his face and began grinding, moaning as she slowly worked her sphincter onto his face. George spread a towel under Paul to soak up the juices from her pussy.
Paul recovered from his initial shock and realized he was being used by his daughter and her husband for their pleasure. While he didn't enjoy being oral-raped, neither did he want to cause harm to his loved ones. He kept his composure, allowing them to satisfy their needs while maintaining a somewhat distanced arousal.
Pulling her weight off his face, Anne stood up after a few minutes, and urged Paul to take off his pants. As he complied, Anne guide his dick to her mother's pussy. Paul sat in awe, watching his daughter service her mother, feeling his daughter's hands working her pussy. The squeals from George's mother confirmed that they were both enjoying the experience. George and Anne left after that.
George stepped back, marveling as Paul gently undid Anne's blouse. Her chest gradually unveiled itself, revealing the slight slope towards her full breasts. The fabric finally gave way entirely, showing off the roundness and the alert, brown nipples begging for attention. Instead of proceeding with Anne's shirt, Paul got wrapped up in her cleavage, nuzzling his face in it as if he was searching for nourishment just like a newborn baby. Meanwhile, he grappled with her other breast, gently massaging it and swirling his thumb over the tip.
Intrigued by what could come next, Anne encouraged her husband to continue his journey towards her lower regions. Her father carefully undid her pants, sliding them down her legs. His hands caressed her smooth thighs and squeezable backside—all without taking his mouth off her lustrous chest. Eventually, Paul's fingers grazed her panties, catching a glimpse of her wet groin. A pair of attractive red lace boyshorts hugged her body, their bright color contrasting with the darkness of the room.
Taking his time, Paul gently pulled the panties off her, revealing her shaved pussy. His fingertips roamed through her wet folds, finally bringing them to his lips to savor her taste. Leaning to the side, Paul pushed his fingers into Anne's vagina while also stimulating her clitoris, ready for more action. Anne aggressively pressed his hands down towards her lower body, anticipating her dad's hands to touch her in another way. Then she desperately tried to return the favor, shifting her focus to her husband's already-erect member and sliding his boxers down his legs.
Her excitement grew as her daughter bent down and licked the head of his erection, enticing him further with her soft tongue. Paul reached for Anne's thighs, spreading her legs while guiding her on top of him. Anne, instead, demanded that they both be on their backs, connecting their mouths for a heated kiss. With his hands guiding her hips, she plopped down on his growing member. Paul's hands couldn't keep up the process, so he held her body close to his, allowing her to control the ride instead.
Anne collapsed onto her father at the end of her vigorous shaking, a look of satisfaction on her face. Their connection was strong, making her want to be next to him all the time, cherishing their intimate moments. She couldn't forget the pleasure of enjoying Paul's presence, their shared chemistry. In the last moment, Anne felt a swell of comfort as both she and her father shared a sexually fulfilling encounter with her mother.
Leaving his wife to calm their minds and get aroused again, George opened the window, allowing the soft breeze to enter the room. He too undressed and joined his wife in their bed, ready to give her what she desired: their shared father-daughter/husband threesome.
Their bond grew even more powerful, and the blending of relationships provided an endless exploration for the family. It felt like the very first time they'd started this adventure - the sensual sensations and the urge to have each other. The shared moments of love, the intense feelings of ecstasy, the way they cried tears of joy with one another, and the desire to have more. All of these connections served as reminders that they were much more than a traditional family—they had formed a unique, unbreakable bond.
As the house grew quiet, the threesome's shared moans and cries slowly faded away. Once the harmony of their exhilarating moment settled, they embraced each other, cherishing the warmth, the safety, and the comfort only offered by family. And in the middle of it all was George, the loveable pillar who held his family close and was responsible for bringing them together during this remarkable, sexual journey.
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