Inside Le Celeste: Labour Day, Sweaty Night

In this first story from my new series called Inside Le Celeste, I take you right into the action with me. Read on to find out how PC and I pick up couples at one of Montreal’s hottest sex clubs, and get the details on how the action goes down when we play. 

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I’m counting the days until Labour Day weekend – all in the hopes of living out another wild group sex fantasy with my husband, PC. If it’s anything like last year’s “Belles en Blanc” (translation: White Beauties) party at Le Celeste, we’re in for one crazy good night….

Before I tell you what happened to this belle in blanc on that particular evening (I wore the white mesh dress and acid-yellow stilettos you see in the picture), here’s a glimpse of the game plan we devised to make sure we’d score some hot action:

1) Hit the bar for some water (this is a must: Le Celeste doesn’t sell booze, and once the action starts it gets very hot inside the play rooms)

2) Make the rounds slowly to check things out and to be seen by as many potential hookups as possible 

3) Sneak into the pussy-eating room* (I like getting off once or twice before we fuck – it takes the edge off) 

4) Score a semi-private room, put up the chain but keep the door open, and start fucking in the hopes of attracting a hot couple or two 

About #3: I call it the pussy-eating room because of the “Octopus,” a monstrous white metal contraption with red, heart-shaped padding that looks like a cross between a bondage chair and a medical station. The thing scared me straight the first time I saw it, but I've since overcome my fear and discovered its virtues. While I lay down on the upper section and spread my legs wide, each foot resting on a metal tentacle, PC sits on a lower bench with his face two inches away from my pussy…. (Damn, I get wet just thinking about it!) 

About #4: If you’ve ever been to a sex club with rooms that have doors, you will also notice that they might also have a chain. Its purpose is to signal that while it’s ok to watch whatever’s going on inside, you must keep your distance unless invited. PC and I always use a chain so that we can screen people before letting them play with us.    

This time we didn’t need to find semi-private quarters in the Chinese Brothel section of the club, ‘cause the party got started in the large Orgy Room. After walking through the two labyrinths that began on either side of the bar and comprised the old Celeste’s play areas, PC and I sat down at the edge of the enormous heart-shaped platform** occupying the Orgy Room’s centre stage. 

There must have been over 15 couples spread out over the vinyl-covered beds directly in front of us, some making out, some fucking, and others just watching and waiting.  We start fooling around. I lean back and open my legs, giving the crowd a clear view of my pussy before PC crouches down to lick my clit and finger me. Within a minute a couple sits on the bed beside us, close enough for me to stroke the woman’s thigh. She begins to kiss me while her man grabs her ass and spears her.   

What happened next made me think of a game of naked Twister: We kept changing our positions so that she and I could finger, kiss, or suck each other’s nipples while our respective lovers slid their cocks in and out of us. When the scene ended and the crowd of about thirty scattered, two other couples propositioned us....(you’ll hear all about those two adventures in future posts – promise!).   

Will this year’s Labour Day "Belles en Blanc" party lead to such a deliciously sweaty night at Le Celeste? Hard to say -- it's been hit & miss at Celeste this summer... but we’ve got our fingers crossed! (A word to all Montreal nomo*** players: Hope to see you there this Saturday!)   

Notes:   

*The pussy-eating room was transplanted to Le Celeste’s new location, with one key difference: Now one wall has a two-way glass so that others can look in while you’re getting serviced by your man.   

**This heart-shaped platform was a feature exclusive to the old Celeste. 

***”Nomo” is short for "non-monogamy" or "non-monogamous." It is a term that is gaining acceptance in the alternative lifestyle community, particularly among those who reject the term "swinger" to describe their sexual practices but do not identify as polyamorists. The ironic play on the word "normal" in "nomo" also appeals to non-monogamous couples who otherwise live in the mainstream (i.e., are married, have children, etc.).