Sex with an Audience

Sex with an Audience – An Erotic Story by Venus O’Hara

Sex with an Audience

If someone had told me that I would have sex in front of a group of strangers, I would never have believed them. It was one of those nights when you go out without great expectations and it ends up being unforgettable. The initial plan was to go to a swingers club with a friend with benefits with the purpose of just watching. We hoped that the experience would inspire us for later on back home. We weren’t going to have sex there and we were not going to get involved with anyone else, even though that’s precisely the reason why most people would go to a swingers party. 

 

When we arrived, I felt a deep sense of awkwardness. I was curious but also hoping I wouldn’t bump into anyone I knew. We were given a tour of the facilities. There was a bar area, a jacuzzi, and an area where there were lots of mattresses on the floor in which it was compulsory to go naked. The lighting was a dark red tone and it was very flattering. You could barely recognise people’s faces but you could definitely see enough to get the gist of what they were up to. 

 

There was also a BDSM area equipped with crosses and more paraphernalia as well as furniture to facilitate spanking, bondage and foot worship. There was a huge jacuzzi and that kind of turned my stomach when I thought about the quality of the water. That was one area that I most certainly would not be exploring. We were shown the changing rooms and showers and there we were given a key to a locker and some towels in case we decided to disrobe. 

 

After the tour we had a drink at the bar area where everything seemed quite conventional except for the fact that all around us, there were couples already having sex. At first, I didn’t know where to look, but gradually, I started to look more and more shamelessly, not holding back my voyeuristic desires.

 

‘Let’s go to the nude area,’ my friend said after we finished our drinks. At first, I was shocked. ‘But you have to go naked there,’ I said. 

‘Let’s live the moment,‘ he said. ‘You only live once and we’ve paid a lot to get in.’ 

 

He was right so I agreed.  We went to the locker area, got undressed and I covered myself with a towel and we entered the nude area. At first I was paranoid about my body but after a while I realised that being the only one covered up actually drew more attention to myself and I didn’t really want to stand out so much. So after a while, I let go of the towel and used it to sit on instead. 

 

Although the mere idea of having sex with a stranger at a liberal party produces more feelings of discomfort rather than desire for me, I do love watching people have sex in front of my own eyes. I love to see the purest version of sex between two people who are fulfilling their fantasies. I observed so much that night, couples of all ages and all body types indulging in threesomes, foursomes and even orgies. There was some techno music playing but not too loud, it was possible to have a conversation and hear all the orgasmic moans that came from all directions. 

 

Seeing so much pleasure, complicity, and sexual authenticity live had a profound effect on me. So when I felt my friend’s hands moving up my thighs in search of my vulva, I was already turned on, and all I wanted to do was to be penetrated there and then. I wasn’t feeling shy anymore. I just kept thinking of my friend’s words: ‘You only live once’. 

 

The fact that I was making a very big exception to my own rules only fueled my desire to have sex. I put a condom on my friend who was already hard and I straddled him and rode him until I reached ecstasy. Feeling his thrusts and hearing the orgasms of strangers in the background, as well as feeling their eyes all over me as if it was some sort of energetic caress on my naked skin, was a sensory overload of pleasure. It didn’t take me long to reach my climax. 

 

However, just after coming, the intoxicating effects of my sexual drunkenness suddenly dissipated, and I returned to reality. I couldn’t believe what I had done. It was daring, wild and very out of character. But it definitely made me feel alive. 

 

I pulled his penis out of me, stood up, and grabbed my towel. He hadn’t come yet and he was still rock hard. ‘Shall we finish this at your place?’ he asked. He must have read my mind. We decided it was time to leave. It seems that we both wanted to be selfish for the next part of the show that would happen at home, but without an audience.

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