I’m sharing this in hopes it’s cathartic, a way for me to ge..
🕑 Added 2021-09-27 08:57:08 +0000 UTC
I’m sharing this in hopes it’s cathartic, a way for me to get it out of my head, into the universe, so I can move forward and leave it behind.
We finally went to a new lifestyle club in Philly with friends. We had a good time but we all agreed we won’t be back. Certain aspects of the club, that evening, didn’t appeal to the four of us. We still had fun but I had an experience that my friends weren’t aware of. I told Drew, but downplayed it because I didn’t want to make a big deal about it. It’s been in my head, though, making me angry and wishing I’d reacted differently. But hindsight is always 20/20.
When we are at clubs Drew NEVER leaves me alone. If he wants to go outside to smoke (he’s since quit!) or use the restroom he always ensures I’m with a friend. However, at this new, larger club, I went to the restroom by myself leaving Drew and my friends at the table / dance floor. On my way back, I decided to peek into the BDSM room, to see what naughtiness was going on in there.
The second I walked in, this guy approached me. He said he’d seen me earlier and loved my ass. I was wearing a short black dress & red thong underneath. It literally felt like seconds for him to pull me aside to a dark corner, his hands under my dress feeling my ass, fingers inside me, cock out and his hand putting mine on it, grabbing for my breast. I told him I needed to go find my husband. He held onto my arm, not wanting me to leave. I broke away and left. My thoughts were immediately, “Drew’s right. I never should’ve gone in this room alone.” It was my fault that happened. I returned to the table and sat beside Drew and briefly explained but again, didn’t want to make a big deal of it.
I’ve experienced that before and presume it’ll happen again. Every decade of my life I’ve had something similar happen. It’s not unique to the lifestyle, it’s unique to being a woman. I have 3 sons and my goal is for them to always be respectful, never overstep. I always blame myself, regardless of the fact that I did nothing to provoke it.
It’s over. It’s now out in the universe and hopefully this will be the last time it happens.
