Power Exchange (will I or won't I?) San Francisco, part 6

As I noted in my last post, it wasn't until the cab drive there that I realized what Sexyhusband and I were about to do.  At one point I even leaned over and asked if he'd be upset if I even got a little freaked about having sex with him in front of other people.  There's nothing like a case of nerves to make all your body issues come screaming back into the forefront of your mind.  I've said it before, and I'll say it again now-the reason that all of this works is because Sexyhusband has never once tried to force me to do anything.  He also has told me time and time again that if we ever needed to shut the door on exterior experimentation (aka playing with others), that it shuts immediately.

The cab pulls up to a building that looks like a multistory club.  I do the awkward slide out of a cab thing again, and stand there feeling my heart and my clit throb with anticipation and fear while Sexyhusband pays the driver.  We stop and show our ID's to the bouncer, who asks us if we've been there before.  When we say no, he points us to a huge sign with the rules.  Noticing the porn dvd sticking out of my purse, he teases me about bringing my own, and I blush and laugh like a kid with her hand in the candy jar.

The rules are the first thing that calm me a bit.  For anyone who's played in the BDSM community or experimented, they're all common sense.  Obviously there's no picture taking, observe etiquette (no means no, ask before you touch), always use a condom, etc.  We went up the small set of stairs to pay our entry fee.  Couples were either $20 or $40 depending on if you wanted to go up to the floor for only couples and single women.  We paid the higher entry fee, visions of a threesome with another girl or swapping with another couple in our heads.

First things first, though.  We went to the "coat check" (aka the check all unwanted items of clothing check) so I could ditch the porn and the sweater.  To be honest with my reader, I did toy with the idea of keeping the sweater on.  I hadn't seen any girls with their breasts exposed-maybe I'd misjudged the atmosphere and was dressed too slutty?  I (internally) lectured myself to-metaphorically-grow a pair and ditch the sweater.  I unzipped the hoodie and placed it in the milk crate next to the porn.  My claim card was on a long elastic band big enough to be worn around the neck (as I later observed several people doing), but I stored it in my purse.  We later realized that it might have been a good idea for Sexyhusband to check his belt and such as well, but such is 20/20 hindsight.

The coat check room was lit by black light.  Sexyhusband looked at me and said something I am both grateful for and (at the time) was freaked out by, "What wrong with your face?"  I whipped my powder compact out of my purse and looked.  There were all these white spots on my face.  I tried to wipe them away, but I realized what was happening.  Great-the black light was highlighting where my sunburn was peeling.  Just fucking great.  I did my best to fix it as best I could, and then eventually gave up on it and told myself to stay away from black lit area.  This did not, for those keeping track, encourage any ideas that I might actually be having sex in public that night.

We decided to tour the building. 

The main floor that we were on had several rooms.  In the first room, there was a stage with two stripper poles, a video game, some couches and if memory serves either a pool or a foosball table.  It was extremely well lit-perhaps too well lit, since no one was in there (or alternately, throughout the night, that the only people in there were chatting or cuddling, not fucking).  Down the hall on the left was a Goth room with some coffins, and two bedlike areas in either corner.  Down the hall a little more was an area with some cages, for lack of a better term set up-two had sex swings in them, and one was showing porn with some couches.  Cages isn't exactly the right term as they were spacious, but the walls were made of mesh wire, so it's as good a name as any.

We took the stairs down to the dungeon.  It wasn't until later that we full explored the rabbit warren of rooms down there, because initially we were distracted by the scening areas.  The middle of the room had been divided up into play spaces.  It was understood that you didn't cross the chain or what have you unless explicitly invited.  Power Exchange had provided some equipment (like a sex swing, a wooden X to tie someone to, and other BDSM accoutrements) but no toys.  I was immediately drawn to an area where two dommes were spanking submissives.  Observers milled around.

I noticed a large number of men, with the next largest group being transvestites (ranging from nowhere near passing to take a third look to figure it out good), and then some women.  Most women were, like myself, with a partner (or group of friends).  Over course of the night, I saw only about 4 or 5 women completely on their own, which struck me as smart.  As wild as things got for me, I never felt overwhelmed, and part of that was the sense of security brought about by having a partner who there to watch out for me.

Sexyhusband and I found a place to stand, with me leaning up against him.  As we had walked through the club there had been many appreciative glances in the direction of my breasts and one or two guys saying something like "lovely" that I didn't entirely register as much as I was registering the fact that I was walking around with my breasts bared.  We stood watching the spanking, which quickly absorbed most of my attention.  Sexyhusband's hands came up and began to toy with my nipples.

I became aware of a man standing next to me whose attention wasn't on the spankings that were unfolding before us.  I glanced over and saw an older man wearing chaps and a cock ring.  He smiled at me and I smiled at him.  His watched as Sexyhusband fondled me, and I asked him if he liked what he was seeing.  He said yes.

It was perhaps at this second that something clicked for me.  The name of the club was irrelevant.  Women hold all the power at Power Exchange.  This realization did something to me, and I felt my nerves quiet a bit in favor of the smug satisfaction in knowing I had control.

I asked him if he wanted to touch, and he said yes.  He reached out and began to fondle me as well.  I felt a little like a princess accepting homage from two subjects.  I asked him if he'd like to be touched in return, and he said yes.  I started by teasing his nipples, but quickly went for his cock.

It should have been more momentous, or so I think in retrospect.  It has been years since I touched a strange penis.  Instead it was natural, and fun.  The man suggested we move to a slightly more roomy area.  Behind us was a "room" with a bed.  The walls were only chest high, so that people could stand and observe us.  There was a swinging door which the guy closed.  I would later realize this was a wise move.

Sexyhusband came into the room, of course, and started by standing off to the side as I kissed the new guy.  I slid to my knees and, leaning back, ripped open my skirt (it's held closed by five or six snaps on one side, unwraps a bit and then has a secondary single snap) and took him into my mouth.  I think part of me was just sitting there stunned at my own actions, while the rest of me dove in. 

We moved to the bed, and I knelt to take him doggy style, which is perhaps the most comfortable position while sporting a corset.  I glanced back to make sure he was putting on a condom, which he was.  I felt his cock slide deep into me, and it was instantly recognizable to my brain as "not Sexyhusband."  No sooner had I begun to process that, when Sexyhusband's cock appeared in front of me.  He'd stripped and climbed onto the other side of the bed.  Both of them were calling me a naughty slut, and the guy behind me was spanking the side of my ass as he fucked me, which I moaned and encouraged more of.

It's long been a fantasy of mine to be in that sort of sandwich (a guy in my pussy and a guy in my mouth), so I eagerly took Sexyhusband into my mouth.  The problem with that position is that there's almost too much going on.  It's difficult to give your full attention to anyone when so much stimulus is happening.  Before long, Sexyhusband moved away and let me play. 

Then I heard Sexyhusband's voice.  "Look over to the side," he said.  I glanced up and I was genuinely shocked and thoroughly turned on to see that we'd gained an audience.  I had fallen into my sexual place, where nothing beyond the experience registers with me, and had forgotten that I was in the middle of a sex club.  This spurred a round of the men (Sexyhusband and the guy) taunting me about loving everyone see me take it, which sent me straight into orgasm.

The dude pounded away on me and eventually I felt him withdraw and say thank you.  I turned over and asked if he'd come and he said no, but that was how he liked it (I later realized that most guys don't come-if you come you get soft, and the older you are, the harder it is to regain wood-you play to the edge of coming, instead so you can play with multiple people).  He kissed me, thanked me, and handed my skirt to me as I got dressed in a daze.  the observers drifted away.

As my sexual haze cleared, the predominant emotion that set in was shock.  Who was that girl?  What had I just done?  Sexyhusband cuddled me, and I told him that maybe it was time to go upstairs.  He asked if I was okay, and I said I was.  But all the way back to the main floor and all the way upstairs to the couples/single women floor, I just kept repeating "I don't know how that happened...I went from thinking I might not play at all to fucking a stranger (and yes, for the record, I never learned his name) in less than 10 minutes."

It was almost like I'd been possessed by my sexual impulses.  Not in a bad horror movie way-rather that adrenaline and arousal had made me fling away my nerves, my worries about my peeling sunburn, and my self consciousness and embraced my sexual self.

I checked in with Sexyhusband, "Are you okay?"

"DN," he said, "I wasn't sure how I'd feel, but it was hot.  It's probably how you felt when you saw me fuck another woman."

Reassured, and a little in awe/in shock of myself, Sexyhusband and I stepped onto the couples floor.

My thanks to Chelsea Girl who linked me from Fleshbot

Due to the fleshbotting, I wanted to provide links to the other entries about San Francisco and Power Exchange

• Exactly what's in the air in California (SF Pride, semi-public play in a hot tub)
• Corsets and Peep Shows (buying corsets, playing at the Lusty Lady Peep Show)
• Our visit to the Garden of Eden (a strip club and a girl who put on a show)
• Why strip club review sites suck (a bad strip club experience at a highly rated club)
• Lead up to Power Exchange (another visit to the Lusty Lady and another strip club)
• Power Exchange-Will I or Won't I (aka the entry you just read)
• Power Exchange-The slut button in overdrive (a semi-gang bang)
• Power Exchange-Making Love in our own little world (making love with my husband at Power Exchange)
• Joining the Half-Mile High Club (play on an airplane)

Comments

[Gomourto]

Damn DN, that was hot. I can't wait to hear the rest. Bravo for embracing the Power Exchange name and using your position as female to get what you want.

[Guffmut]

SH clearly married, very, very well.

[Musns]

Wow, Just ... wow.

[Musns]

Oh; am I being overly optimistic that you've got a pic of the corset you're wearing on this trip?

[Sexyhusband]

Guffmut: Yes. Yes, I did. And, frankly, you and the other blog readers don't even know the half of it.

Musns: There are pictures of the black corset. I imagine my wife will get around to posting them eventually.

On another note, one detail my wife didn't mention (probably because she didn't notice it from her point of view) was that I actually guided the man's cock into her cunt at the key moment. Spousal privilege and all that - she did the same for me back in the day:
(see http://deliciously-naughty.typepad.com/my_weblog/2006/12/threesome.html ).

[la fille]

This is extremely.... wow. I could just picture myself in your place. Hot, DN.

[Deliciously Naughty]

I am exceptionally lucky in my spouse :)

I do have pics-and they will get posted in a few days.

[Curvaceous Dee]

That was an astonishingly hot post - and it sounds like you had quite an incredible time!

xx Dee