Several years ago, Lilly had met Sam at a conference on spiritual sexuality. They hit it off and spent many of their free time hours connecting further. Both had their first PhDs then, in sociology and anthropology, respectively. Both valued their individual freedom and vowed to never marry. But they eventually came to find a way to express their commitment to each other by getting married, and yet still give each other the gift of freedom to choose in every aspect of their lives.
A good way to understand their connection is via a story from a party they once attended at the Urge nightclub. This club was for people interested in open lifestyle relationships. Lilly and Sam had been intensely together for three years. Both fully enjoyed their adventures together. Lilly had applied for and received an invitation to attend a summer party at Urge. She had wanted to get Sam laid for his birthday by a hot minx or get him sucked into an orgy. Both were definite possibilities at this place. The club had several playrooms and a large open area upstairs containing an elevated platform covered with mattresses to accommodate those kinds of kinky activities.
The location was in southern California on some industrial land that had been stranded between the confluence of two major highways. A huge multi-wing ranch house had been abandoned when the highways bisected the land. Later the property was acquired, extensively remodeled, and expanded to create the facility. One would need to know it was there even to be able to find the place.
As you entered, it felt odd to take in the transformation from the small parking lot, omnipresent traffic noise, and cement walls to a place that felt like a luxurious boutique resort. Surprisingly, the walls kept the private club discrete and isolated, yet the inside seemed spacious. Two luxury shuttle vans were provided to ferry party guests between the club and the parking lot a few miles away. Inside, the soundproofing and music created another world. Even the inner courtyard was covered by a sparkling glass dome. Active noise cancellation technology made interruptions from the outside disappear.
The entrance foyer was large enough to accommodate a receptionist who once again verified invitations and made sure everyone agreed to the house rules, including “No means no.” Splitting off of the foyer in multiple different directions was access to various club areas. A sharp right led to the covered outdoor quiet area, with a bar, fire pit, and tables for socializing. This was the only area where pictures were allowed.
The hall to the right led to thumping music and the main horseshoe bar, which had a dance floor to each side of it. The ceiling was high. At the far side of the room was a dark staircase with a bodyguard at the bottom. It appeared to lead to a loft overlooking the floor through mirrored glass. One dance floor was equipped with a scattering of elevated stages and stripper poles. The hall behind the reception podium led to the area for lockers and luxuriously appointed bathrooms. The hall to the left side of the foyer split into an entrance and a staircase that connected to the new construction. There were some smaller play areas that would definitely lend themselves to exhibitionists and voyeurs. The stairs led to the second story play areas and more smaller bathrooms.
The night of the party featured a small crowd for such a big place, maybe twenty to thirty couples. All of the guests were well dressed, trying to impress. The club owner / manager was at the door, behind the hostess who wore sequins and who was checking in guests. The manager wore a designer silk suit, and his hair was pulled back into short dreads.
The manager was a tall, obviously well-built black man who could have played college point guard a few years earlier. He was the kind of man that all of the women who entered hoped they would find at this upscale club. His polite but imposing countenance exuded confidence. He wore designer sunglasses even though the reception area was comfortably lit. Sam noticed he was interested in Lilly, who wouldn’t be? She wore a stunning, short, shimmering red party dress, lipstick to match, glossy red heels and obviously no bra. The manager stepped up beside the hostess to specifically welcome Sam and Lilly, making sure to touch Lilly’s hand and make eye contact with her. Lilly stepped in closer and flirtatiously looked up at him with her gorgeous green eyes and lush lashes. Then she pulled him in for a hug and whispered her invitation into his ear, “Dance later maybe?”
He wrapped an arm around her ribs and slender waist, hugging her back a bit longer and a bit closer than necessary. Lilly moaned in his embrace, shuddering with possibilities. The manager replied loud enough for everyone around to hear, “Welcome to my club. Have fun but know that I don’t get involved with guests.” Then he added, in a deeper, softer voice for Lilly’s benefit, “I’ll be around.”
Sam knew full well that Lilly was attracted to the manager, and he could definitely feel the chemistry between them. So, Sam stepped in for a bro hug, “You have a nice looking place. Thanks for having us.” The move showed that Sam considered his relationship with Lilly special, but that he wasn’t jealous or intimidated either.
Sam and Lilly went to the horseshoe bar to get a drink and check out some of the other couples. Then they walked through the lower play areas. They were clean and nicely furnished, but completely empty. Large strategically placed mirrors and erotic art deco was prominent. They walked past the quiet bar and lounge area admiring some of the exotic people and party clothes. It seemed the crowd was more into dancing and being seen than hitting the play areas. The evening was still young.
After more dancing and a couple more drinks, Sam noticed the manager making his rounds. He pulled Lilly close to speak so she could hear, “The manager is working himself this way. Take any opportunity that may present itself.”
She replied, “No. Tonight is for you. People are starting to loosen up and check each other out.”
Sam encouraged Lilly further. “Yes, for me, you should have a great time too. Don’t worry about me. I’ll have fun. I’ll go flirt with that perky black lady in the gold dress.”
Sure enough, a few minutes later, Sam saw the manager looking their way. He told Lilly, with a wink to the manager, “I’m going over to the bar for a while.”
Lilly started to follow, but the manager saw the opening and swiftly acted on Sam’s unspoken invitation. He swiftly moved a couple of steps closer and casually reached out to Lilly. She took his hand, and he again pulled her close. “Come with me.” Is all he said in a deep authoritative tone.
Lilly could smell his cleanly laundered shirt and feel his warmth. She shot a wanton look up at him, touching the corner of her lips seductively with her tongue.
Sam had been watching the interaction from beside the bar. As Lilly casually followed the manager, she anxiously looked across the room while making the turn past the bodyguard to go upstairs. Lilly found Sam’s gaze and was comforted to see that he was smiling at her. She shot him a beaming smile and Sam returned a wink while blowing a kiss.
From the landing at the top of the stairs the manager unlocked a door to a modern office and an adjoining nicely appointed large bathroom. He pulled Lilly through the door, and it slammed closed. Then lifting her to him and off of the floor, he kissed her deeply. Lilly moaned wordlessly as she returned the hungry kiss. She felt the manager’s strong arms and broad shoulders as he carried her to the bathroom with her feet hooked behind his back. He relaxed his grip to allow Lilly to slowly slide down his body to rest on her knees at the floor.
She admired his meticulously sculptured legs as he kicked his shoes to the side and dropped his pants to free his rapidly growing dick. He next stepped to her face and commanded simply, “Suck me.”
Lilly grasped his surging cock in one hand and grateful for a soft rug under her knees, spread her thighs. Her dress rode up allowing her to gently massage her pussy with her other hand. She sent a flirtatious look his way and batted her darkly mascaraed eyelashes. Opening wide and thrusting her tongue forward she eased his cock most of the way into her mouth and then closed her lips and slid off. This left a dark ring of red lipstick around his now throbbing erection. She squeezed tightly around the base to make the head swell and the veins pop out. She stroked his wet shaft hard a few times and then slapped her own cheek with it lightly, making sure the manager could see his own swollen cock with the red lipstick around it.
The manager moaned in frustration as he shed his shirt. His muscular chest and abs were revealed to Lillys hungry eyes. “You’re such a tease. I’ll show you.”
Lilly indignantly raised her eyebrows, saying, “I’m not a tease. You’ll get what you want, but so will I.”
He reached and pulled Lilly to her feet, then turned her around over the countertop. Lilly thought he might have felt challenged. She expected him to pull up her dress and take her from behind. She arched her back to thrust her ass toward him. Instead, he slapped her ass fairly hard and pulled the zipper down the back of her short slinky dress. As he turned her back around to face him, it fell to a shimmering puddle on the rug beneath them. He again wrapped a strong arm around her waist. He effortlessly lifted Lilly to sit on the edge of the counter.
Without hesitation, he lowered his head to consume one of Lilly’s perky breasts. Lilly swooned, her heart racing as he sucked most of her breast into his hot mouth. Her nipple hardened, and she threw her head back to arch her chest forward. The manager was unable to resist the allure of Lilly’s other breast and switched to sucking it forcefully into his mouth. Then he satiated them both by mauling the tit he had first sucked on passionately with his free hand.
As Lilly gasped with desire, she was kissed and lifted to stand once again. Her legs were parted with one of his powerful thighs. The big strong hand on her breast slid down across her narrow waistline to boldly cup her pussy. The manager stroked Lilly lustfully and slid his fingers between her engorged, moist pussy lips pressing firmly against her now pulsating clit. Her naked white skin contrasted with that of the naked black man. His rippling muscles and his oversized swollen cock pressed against Lilly’s flat stomach. She responded with a moan of desire and a shiver of anticipation.