Page 6 of Loving Her: The Kinky Affair

“Hmmm. You can’t be too sure with every cock,” Samantha said.

“Kyle must be exceptional, then.”

"Why not wait until I show you around this place and you see things that, as I said earlier, will burst your bubbles?"

We walked along a stretch of quiet passage with doors on either side of it. Then we got to a door, and Samantha stopped tostare at me, "Welcome to the Rainbow Club. Once we open this door and get inside the room, you are my wife, but feel free to explore yourself to the fullest.”

Samantha pressed her hand against mine before I felt it on my buttocks; all the while, her eyes didn't leave my face. When I felt her hand on my groin, I knew what she meant.

“I understand,” I gasped as I responded.

“Good,” she said and turned the door knob.

Inside the room were lights of different colors. However, the room wasn't well lit, but enough to make people see each other. Soft, opera-like music played from tiny speakers on the ceiling. The music changed tones like the rising and falling of the sea waves, and it was asymmetrical to the sexual acts going on inside the various rooms.

The door opened to a large hall that had other rooms. Depending on the room, there were men and women of different age brackets having sex or in the middle of some sexual acts on beds and some on the ground.

There was a man and a woman, both of them naked, who sat on a bed facing each other. They kissed, and the man held the woman by the groin, finger fucking her. The woman also wrestled with another woman's breasts, caressing and licking them. Yet, the man and the woman never parted their lips.

I was stunned, and my mouth was left agape at what I had seen. Except in erotic movies, I had not seen a room full of people having sex. There were sex toys and oils on tables beside beds for people to use.

There were women with different body shapes and breast sizes. There were also different pussies, some hairy and others not so hairy. There was one woman's vagina that I saw that wasclean-shaven. It was the kind of her pussy – smooth, pink, and fresh.

A woman was resting her back on a liberator wedge on the bed, and another woman was on top of her with arms alternating between relaxing on the bed and the breasts. The woman in the upper position had a strap-on with a dildo which she inserted inside the other woman's pussy. There were loud moans in the room.

The women switched positions and removed the wedge so that the woman's back was directly on the bed. She carried her legs up and bent to suck her pussy. She had an unusually wide mouth, and she opened it wide to cover her partner's vagina as if she wanted to rip it off. She screamed out of pleasure and hit her hands repeatedly on the bed.

The woman with a strap-on stopped to suck the other, and her mouth was covered with cream from her partner's vagina. She put her legs together and wrapped them around her shoulders. Her pussy closed up, and the dildo was inside her vagina again.

The walls of her vagina held on tightly to the plastic male member. Her clitoris rubbed against the upper part of the dildo. She fucked her pussy with passion and agility. The woman screamed and grabbed the sheet on the bed.

“Yeah, faster, baby.”

The partner with the dildo did not say anything other than that her grunt was getting louder. Suddenly, the woman shouted again.

"Yes, yes, you are hitting it. Faster. I am coming, fuck me faster," she raised her body and thrust it toward her partner with a strap-on.

There was moaning everywhere in the room. My nipples had become hard, and my panties were wet with my cream. I hadn't seen anything as intense as that in my life.

I turned to leave the room for another. I saw a woman sitting on a dildo strapped on a lady and was doing the thrusting. It was like when Samantha sat on Kyle’s cock and drove me green with envy. On a bed beside them was a lady licking a woman. She licked her pussy like when a dog lapped water from a bowl.

Samantha followed me into the room, her cheeks flushed pinkish red, and her nipples pointed through her transparent blouse.

“I am sopping wet, girl. My underpants had absorbed so much of my stickiness. I hope I don’t start dripping through my pants,” she said.

The lights in the room were soft and dim. It was similar to the lights in the other room. I looked around the place and found an older woman on a bed with another woman. The women’s faces were familiar, but I could not tell who they were or where I had seen them.

“Was that not the idea of bringing me here? You want to have sex with me in the group, don’t you?” I asked as though I was uninterested in everything happening around me.

“It wouldn’t be a bad idea to try. We can get every toy we need to have fun. I sure need your pussy to rub on mine right now,” she said.

I looked away from Samantha, pretending not to want what she had confessed to be in need of. How could I not want some scissoring from her after being horny from seeing women have pleasure like never before? I had to admit that Samantha was right about the Rainbow Club being a mind-blowing experience.

We entered another room, and we saw two women in a 69 position on a bed. They had each other's vaginas in their mouths and would dip the tips of their tongues inside the pinkish vulva and clitoral hood. The women were almost clean-shaven, except for a few strands of hair in their groin like a well-manicured lawn. They buried their heads in each other's groins while their tongues and hands did the job.

The women took their time for maximum pleasure. With care and patience, they explored their partner's body. One of the women parted the other's thighs and took her mouth off her pussy for a moment.

The other was relaxed, too. She replaced her tongue on her pussy with her fingers. The fingers were long, and she dipped three of them inside her partner's pussy, as if there was an object inside that she wanted to pick. She twisted the fingers inside, and with the support of her thumb, she had a grip on the walls and roof of her pussy.

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