A few years ago, I (24F at the time) went out for a Girls Night that went wild. At one point, I got separated from most of my group because they all wanted to go see if they could get into a VIP section, and I was like, "fuck that, I'm here to shake my ass, I'm not sitting on a sticky leather couch with dudes who work in finance." But my friends were single and chasing dick more aggressively than me, so they went ahead.

I kept dancing without a care in the world, still able to see my friends from across the room, and 4 guys came up to me. I was fucked up, and they were kind of cute and giving me attention, and I welcomed it. The guy in front was middle eastern, with a clean, short beard a LOT of confidence. We danced for one song, and he grabbed me by the hips early on, facing him. Usually I would have hated that, but I was so turned on that I started grinding my pelvis into his.

Without a word, he moved his hand to my crotch and cupped my pussy over my jean shorts. I met his eyes, aware that three of his friends were around us and watching, aware that we were in the center of the busiest club in the city. I smiled, challenging him.

He slipped a finger under my shorts, moving my underwear to the side, and immediately began playing with my clit. I gasped. I stopped dancing and stood there, caught in ecstacy and shock and excitement.

I don't know how long it lasted- it couldn't have been more than a few minutes. He pulled his fingers out. I grabbed his hand and sucked them clean and walked toward my friend, who was watching me from about 20 feet away. The men never said a single word to me. That was possibly the hottest part of all.

When I got home, I told my husband (26M at the time) the story of my exploits. He wasn't mad- he was thrilled. He loves when I play with others because he likes the process of reclaiming me. And he had the perfect plan for this one.

The following weekend, my husband and I went to the same club. He's not usually a big fan of going out, but he made an exception. We found a secluded spot at the edge of the dance floor, dangerously close to a bouncer....

and my husband slipped his fingers under the skirt I picked out just for this occasion, fingering me on and off throughout the night. He was having fun edging me, knowing how much the risk was turning me on. After hours of this game, I finally had an orgasm right there in the club. He leaned in and told me what a good little slut I was to let him one-up the stranger. I had to contain myself enough to not give us away.

And when we got home, we let everything loose. He ravaged me like the slut I am, and I loved it.