The Green Door

Our first Fuckday Friday guest post is by the sexy and adventurous Married Maven, who took a trip to Vegas and had some, well, exciting times…

Read along, little Vixens, and don’t forget to submit your story here if you want to take part in this scandalous weekly debauchery!

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There must be a million jokes about how marriage is the quickest way to kill a hot sex life, but I’m here to tell all you horny people out there that it doesn’t have to be true.  For me, after nine years of marriage, my sex life is the hottest and wildest it’s ever been; all it takes is a sense of adventure, an open mind, and a partner who’s as freaky as you are.

Last month, hubby and I went to Vegas to celebrate our anniversary, and wanted to treat ourselves to something uniquely Las Vegas, so we decided to go to the Green Door.  Having never been, I had checked it out online and gotten a coupon.  I am a bargain shopper, and even made a joke to the guy at the door when we arrived about my Sex Club Coupon (hey, $10 off is $10 in my pocket!).

Wearing a sexy little dress, fuck me shoes, and nothing else, I led hubby into the club, ready for a night neither of us would ever forget.  The Green Door is like walking into a live porno that you can join in on.  There are many interesting rooms, but the one that caught my attention first was the dungeon, where a beautiful woman with mocha skin had a skinny white man shackled to the wall.  I watched as she ran her long red fingernails up and down his chest, tweaking his nipples and teasing his balls, while his cock stood throbbing at attention, completely ignored by this gorgeous black woman in a tight black dress.  While the guy was nothing to look at, the woman was turning me on, and kept looking back at me as she ran her hands over the horny man on the wall.

I pushed hubby into a chair so he could watch the show, and took off his shirt, biting a trail down his chest.  Enjoying the hip hop music playing in the next room, I gave hubby a lap dance reminiscent of the strip club we had enjoyed the night before, not allowing him to touch me while I writhed on his lap.  I ran my hand over his cock, so hard, and unbuttoned his jeans to free it from the strain.  I love my hubby’s dick; it’s just right to hit my g-spot and not too big to deep throat without risking injury.  While I massaged his balls, feeling them tighten, and circled my tongue around his engorged head, he enjoyed watching the sexy woman from the rack doing the same to her captured prey.

After spending some time creatively sucking hubby’s delicious dick, he pulled me up and led me to the orgy room.  Ah the orgy room, full of big black vinyl beds of all sizes, crystal bead curtains, a fountain in the center of the room, and couches to watch the show.  And lots of tissue boxes.  Hubby threw me down on the center stage big bed and started licking my pussy like he’s never tasted it before.  Another couple laid beside us and started fucking, watching us watching them and loving it.  Hubby grabbed my hips and pulled me forward so he could stand and twist my legs up into a position that made me grateful for my regular yoga practice.  He slammed his cock into me until I screamed (hey, I’m loud), and I looked up noticing that we had attracted quite the audience.  Hubby pulls out (it’s our only form of birth control) and comes all over me, and as I rub it into my skin (never waste good moisturizer), I notice that the sexy woman from the dungeon sitting there, watching.

I put my dress back on and sit on the couch beside her, and she tells me her name is Ilyana and her husband… I forget his name because I wasn’t interested, but it was a different man than the one she had had chained up an hour before.  While we chatted, watching other couples in various stages of their own fuck fest extravaganza, she was rubbing my thigh and then we kissed passionately while our men enjoyed the show.  She reached up and untied my halter dress, licking my cum-covered tits, sliding her hand up my dress to flick my hard clit until I came with another scream.

Hubby and I sexed up nearly every room in the club during the four hours we were there, and there’s a story in every room.  My only regret is that I didn’t get to try the sex swing, but there’s always next time. If you’re looking to spice up your sex life, try the Green Door next time you go to Vegas.  And don’t forget the $10 off coupon!