A private intimate club
I had a real blast last week. I haven't done that in a long time. If it hadn't been for Yulka, my friend, I would never have dared to do such a thing. She doesn't have a husband, but I've been married for two years. My husband - just lovely, though, a little boring, jealous to the point of insanity and in bed is not very good, but in all other things - ideal. You can only dream of such a man. Serious, smart, rich and handsome in his own way. He disappears all day at work, often goes on business trips, comes tired, pale. What does he care about caresses in bed? Maybe that's why he can't always satisfy me.
As soon as he left on another business trip, Yulka called me and immediately ranted that she had recently discovered a new private club and I should definitely go there. "We'll relax and have a good time," she promised.
Before I got married, we used to go out with her, but lately our forays to the hot spots had stopped. My Nikolai usually left for a day or two, but here he said he was going for three days. I didn't risk anything and agreed with my friend's proposal. I put on a little makeup, put on makeup, although I look cool without it, and we went. Yulka took a cab and in half an hour we were there.
"Tornado Elite Club" was the sign that glittered with lights. The building had once been an ordinary kindergarten in a remote part of town, but now it had been transformed in the skillful hands of a new master of life. At the entrance were many cars, mostly foreign cars, and on the doors at the entrance - two big ambassadors. Yulka was already known here and we were let inside without hindrance. The rich decoration of the hall and two small halls was overwhelmingly luxurious. I involuntarily shuddered, though Nikolai and I often went to a restaurant or to some cool bar.
Everywhere there was semi-darkness, only a few spotlights were greedily fumbling around the hall, highlighting the heated, sweaty faces of visitors. In one of the halls, a half-naked girl was wriggling around a shiny pole on a kind of stage. To the rhythmic rumble of drums, she was gradually freeing herself from the few articles of clothing she was still wearing. Her movements reminded me of the recent Ukrainian striptease championship, which I watched on TV. Of course, this girl was far from the real masters, but she also excited the audience, and especially the men sitting in the hall. We were led to a small table and in a minute they put a glass with a cocktail on it.
- It's their specialty, - Yulka smiled, greedily reaching for the drink.
I looked around. There were a lot of people, both women and men. There was a sensual excitement in the air, mixed with the smoke of cigarettes, the smell of alcohol and something else sweet and luscious.
- It's about to start, we're just in time," Yulka whispered to me.
- What's about to start? - I didn't understand.
My girlfriend didn't dignify me with an answer, but I didn't need one, because at that time three guys appeared on the stage instead of the naked girl, and I understood what she meant.
- The one in the middle is Georges. He's awesome. - Yulka whispered enthusiastically, flashing her eyes.
Her words were drowned out by loud shouts and applause. Obviously, the regulars had gathered here. Some of the women pulled themselves closer to the stage. The guys began to move slowly to the same rhythmic music. I had never been to a male striptease before and was now experiencing a growing excitement. The atmosphere in the room also contributed to this. Looking at the muscular, half-naked figures, I took two big sips from my glass, not even noticing how strong the drink was. I suddenly wanted to touch one of them. My lower abdomen filled with a pleasant longing.
Suddenly someone's hand fell on my shoulder.
- Julenka, you are not alone today? - A pleasant female voice sounded right at my ear.
I turned around and saw a tall, attractive woman in her fifties. She was leaning over our table, smiling welcomingly, as if she were an old acquaintance.
- Oh! Anna Vasilyevna, hello! I didn't notice you," Yulka jumped up.
- Hello, hello, my dear, - the woman smiled again. - Is this your acquaintance? I haven't seen her before. You know we're strict about that.
- This is my best friend, Eugenia, - Yulka introduced me, - and this is Anna Vasilyevna - the owner, or rather - the director of the club, she corrected herself. I nodded to her.
- You, Yulenka, as always? - Anna Vasilyevna asked.
Yulka nodded her blond head and stroked her hand.
- And what does Zheniechka prefer? - The gracious hostess kept up.
I didn't really understand what they were saying, but for some reason I blushed under Anna Vasilievna's questioning gaze.
She hasn't made up her mind yet," Yulka answered for me, "but I think Jacques will be just right. He's such a sweetheart.
- Jacques is still busy," whispered the landlady, "but if you have time, wait, he's worth it.
- We have plenty of time," Yulka said with a twinkle of her eyes and a wink at me, "we're having a full vacation today.
- That's good, - Anna Vasilyevna smiled sweetly, - you have another cocktail or something....
- A cocktail," her friend interrupted her.
- All right, girls, I'll take care of it," nodded the hostess, moving away from our table.
- What were you talking about? - I immediately took Yulka into my turn, already guessing what it all meant. - Who's Jacques? At least you warned me.
- You need to relax. This place has everything for that. All conditions and complete privacy. But the prices are good, too. We'll spend a couple hundred a night, but it's worth it. You won't regret it. You'll thank me later.
- Are you fucking here? Right here? - I was horrified. - You're spending money on it, too?
- Silly girl," Yulka grinned condescendingly. - Would I advise you badly? Look how handsome they are. - She nodded toward the stage, where new strippers appeared. Two this time. They were quite a colorful sight. Both were tall, stout, muscular, but one was a blond albino and the other a natural negro. Their half-naked bodies glistened in the beams of the spotlights, either from sweat or were lubricated with some kind of liquid.
They moved absolutely synchronously, gradually getting naked until they were left in tiny thin swimming trunks. The sight was certainly impressive. Yulka's words, and even more what I had seen, stirred my imagination even more. The whole hall was aroused, at least the female half of it, for sure. Dozens of hands, decorated with gold rings and precious stones, were reaching for their idols, crumpling green papers of different denominations. On impulse, I reached for the stage myself, feeling myself getting more and more excited. The "armament" of strippers, barely covered by thin material was impressive. The odor of blatant lust wafted through the air. Squeals and screams merged into one continuous howl.
- That's Jacques," Yulka whispered in my ear.
For some reason I thought that name was more appropriate for a Negro. I must have had something in the cocktail, because I imagined myself in the arms of a dark-skinned handsome man without any shyness, which in normal condition I would never allow myself. My panties were instantly wet, my mouth was dry, and I couldn't take my eyes off the scene. Jacques and his partner were wriggling in some unimaginable dance that mimicked ecstasy. Tense flesh rippled outward, barely contained by their swim trunks. Suddenly they both pulled off the rest of their clothes in some elusive movement. Colored lumps of fabric flew into the excited crowd and, at the same moment, the lights went out in the hall. In that split second, I could see Jacques's impressive cock bobbing toward me. I was hot again. So when the lights flashed back on and the bodacious, busty blonde climbed onto the platform, I didn't even look at her. My whole being was possessed by unrestrained desire.
- Yulia, they're waiting for you," I heard Anna Vasilyevna's voice.
Yulka was blown away as if by the wind. She jumped up, got out from behind the table, adjusting her skirt as she went, and nodded encouragingly at me. Excited, I followed her. On the way my eyes caught sight of excited eyes, kissing couples, and at one of the tables against the wall, I could clearly see a young man with a distinctive cool exterior, to whom his companion was giving a blowjob. Her head was resting on his lap, but she was moving in such a way that there was no doubt what she was doing.
- Let's go faster," Yulka pulled me by the arm, leading me out of the hall and into a side corridor.
Obviously, she knew where to go, because she took the stairs without a second thought and went up to the second floor and immediately ducked around the corner. There were about a dozen doors on either side of the small corridor, all identical in appearance. Drowning in the soft fluffiness of the carpet, I followed Yulka, a little afraid of what was going to happen behind one of them.
- This way, - my friend pushed me to the second door from the entrance. - Courage, Zheniechka.
She herself moved on, and I, taking a deep breath and sending everything to hell, decisively pressed on the fake gold-covered door handle. In spite of the cocktail I'd had and the warmth of what I'd seen downstairs, I suddenly felt a strange shyness. It passed quickly, though. The room was in semi-darkness, but I immediately saw a wide, just like a huge bed, covered with a dark maroon bedspread It was reflected in two mirrored walls, creating the effect of volume, but even more effective looked dark-skinned man lying on it. At the sight of his naked, muscular body, I shuddered. Everything that the crowd in the lower hall had recently admired was now in front of me. His cock was resting peacefully on his dark thigh, not as formidable and imposing as I'd thought it would be. It was Jacques. At first I thought he was asleep, like his little brother, but as soon as I took a couple steps away, the handsome man lifted up sharply and grinned a white-toothed smile.
- Hello," he said without the slightest accent and jumped to his feet.
Up close, he was much taller than I was, and I felt like a little girl compared to him with my 168 centimeters. I looked up at him and tried to smile, but I immediately looked away, staring at the almost soot-black cock dangling between his legs. I didn't know what to do, how to act in the situation I was in, but Jacques, apparently experienced in this sort of thing and seeing my confusion, came to my rescue. In a minute I was in my panties. Standing behind me, he deftly freed me from my clothes, and his long fingers rested on my breasts, squeezing the firm flesh. I felt the touch of his hips, felt his hard cock against my buttocks, and I immediately wanted to feel him inside me. But Jacques was in no hurry. He nudged me gently toward the bed, laid me on my back, and walked to the corner of the room. He returned a few seconds later. In his hand was a large glass with some kind of amber liquid.
He held it out to me. Without thinking, I drained it in one gulp, and almost immediately I felt a strange lightness in my body, a buzzing in my head, and I leaned back, closing my eyes. The tension that had possessed my body all this time receded and I gave myself over to the pleasurable sensations my unexpected partner was giving me. Jacques's hot, wet lips covered my nipple, and his hand slid between my thighs, stroking and squeezing the inside of them. He kissed and caressed my body for a few minutes, and then, in an elusive movement, he pulled down my soaked panties.
My legs spread apart on their own. Jacques's tongue touched the flaming lips of my vagina, dipped inside, and I felt his curly head move rhythmically between my thighs. In those moments, I felt nothing but pleasure. The specialty cocktails I had drunk and Jacques's caresses had done their work, and my whole being was possessed by one undivided desire: to give myself away. The negro's tongue worked wonders in bringing me to orgasm, but when I was almost ready to experience it, he suddenly interrupted his caresses. My surprise, mixed with indignation, was unprecedented, but when I opened my eyes, I was not surprised, but amazed. Right in front of me I saw a giant black cock. The dark brown head was bare and swollen to an unbelievable size.
I had never seen such a handsome man, not even on video. And the size! It was a good twenty-eight centimeters. "Miracle" approached my lips and they, in addition to my will, opened themselves, putting on a shiny head. However, it was not so easy because of its size. I had to change positions. My tongue ran up and down the black, quivering shaft, savoring its hardness. I even felt like it was made of wood. After licking him from base to end, I tried again to take him into my mouth, but with the same success. He didn't need my caresses, though; he was in great shape as it was. After a moment, Jacques's strong hands rolled me onto my stomach, and I immediately felt his lips on my buttocks.
His fingers slid into my juiced crotch, followed by the touch of his hot tongue on my anus.
- I can't take it anymore," I moaned, pressing my face into the pillow, almost unconscious with desire.
Finally, he took pity on me. Scooping up one of the pillows that were abundant on the bed, he lifted my ass, and a second later I felt his tight cock between my thighs. It felt like I was being pulled on a shank. I even howled in pain. It didn't affect my dark-skinned partner, though. He loosened his grip only slightly, but then resumed his thrusts, penetrating deeper and deeper into my womb. Soon I felt him reach the end of the line, and I relaxed slightly. Clutching my hands into the satin bedspread, my ass jutting out, I took the monstrous cock into me, almost losing my mind. Almost immediately, I experienced a mind-blowing orgasm. My mind was foggy, but I pulled myself together as Jacques continued to drill his powerful tool into my body, rhythmically plunging it into my juiced flesh.
Suddenly I felt the touch of his fingers on my anus. He began to massage it, giving me unparalleled pleasure. I didn't even expect it to be possible. His hard cock, his gentle fingers brought me to orgasm again. Turning my head on my side, I saw our reflection in the mirrored wall as if in a blur. The sight was amazing, not to mention the sensual pleasure I was experiencing. I froze with my eyes closed and was hardly surprised when Jacques pulled his cock out of my vagina and steadily guided it into the neighboring hole.
I'd had anal sex a few times in my time, but what I'd experienced with Jacques was nothing compared. A sharp pain shot through me and for a moment I must have blacked out. I was being torn in half, pulled on a stake. A frame from a Polish movie, where one of the heroes was being impaled on a stake, flashed in front of my mind. He was dying an agonizing death, dying a hero. And me? Apparently, the same fate awaited me. The only difference was that I had a living stake inside me and that the stake was moving. Tears streamed from my eyes and I struggled under the muscular black body, trying to throw him off me, but without much success. Jacques was obviously good at this. After a minute, the pain began to recede and I felt aroused again.
His cock moved slowly and gently into my anus, and the feeling of the power it filled me with made me respect him. Gradually the pain went away, giving way to exquisite, sensual pleasure. I even began to wiggle slightly, arching my ass. Jacques' movements increased in amplitude, and finally he froze, plunging into me as far as he could. His strong brown fingers squeezed my breasts painfully, and at the same instant he cummed. Hot semen began to fill me in jolts, and that was the last straw. My whole body shuddered, arched, an inhuman scream erupted from my chest, and I collapsed on the bed, shuddering in a frenzied orgasm.
I didn't know how much time had passed, but when I opened my eyes again, no one was in the room. I got dressed and crawled out into the hallway on shaky legs, not sure which way to go. Finally I found myself on the stairs that Yulka and I had used to get up here. Holding on to the wall, I returned to the hall. My girlfriend was already sitting at a table, sipping another batch of the infernal mixture. She grinned at me as I approached, pushing back her chair obligingly. I perched on the edge, still feeling the itch and pain in my lower abdomen.
- Well? - Yulka asked, looking into my eyes.
I didn't even have the energy to answer her, so I just nodded my head and smiled too. She shoved a flute of cocktail into my hand, and I drained it in one fell swoop, surprised at myself.
- It's great, isn't it? - My friend didn't stop. - I got laid like a cat, too," Yulka rolled her eyes. - I hope Jacques showed himself in all his glory?
I just nodded, looking around the buzzing room. It seemed to me that everyone sitting, chattering, drinking, and chewing knew where I'd just been.
- What's next? - Yulka was relentless. - Shall we go home or dare to make a second trip?
- What are you doing? I'm barely alive as it is, - I cooled her ardor. - We'll take a little break and then we'll go home.
- Look at that... - Yulka suddenly clung to my arm and ducked down.
I followed her gaze in bewilderment, and I immediately wanted to hide under the table. A few meters away from us, or rather across two tables, sat my hubby. Oh, my God! I was freaking out. I had to get out of there. But what a bastard! When I came to my senses a little, I saw through the clouds of smoke that some girl was sitting on his lap. Her attire and demeanor were unmistakable as to her profession. She had her arms around my hubby's neck and was licking his ear, squirming impatiently on his lap. Next to them sat another man I didn't know.
- My beauties, would you like to join those gentlemen over there? - Anna Vasilievna's sweet voice interrupted my observations. - They are our frequent guests and quite generous. One girl is never enough for them.
I was speechless when I realized who she was talking about. Yulka only shook her head. At that very moment my husband looked in our direction, and froze with his mouth open, in which the girl was just shoveling an orange slice. Throwing him an annihilating glance, I got up and, proudly throwing back my head, headed for the exit. My eyes danced with multicolored bunnies, my legs felt like cotton balls, but I made it to the door with a stony expression on my face, never turning around. Only when I got outside did I let the tears fall. What a scoundrel! One girl is not enough for him. And with me, once a week and then only once a week. Bastard! My rage was looking for an outlet. Then Yulka came along.
I gave her a hard time. I was grateful to her, though. If it wasn't for her, I'd never have known what my husband was doing on business trips.
I never forgave him for cheating on me. We broke up. I only tried it once, but he... In a word - a Bastard!!!!