My wife, Suzanne, was always shy about attending a sex club until she reached her 50s when suddenly her sex drive increased rapidly and surpassed anything I could do to satisfy. We had started to watch more porn, not exactly pushing the boat out, I admit, but she had never previously been interested. One of the movies we watched and kept returning to involved a couple at a sex club. Jokingly, after about the tenth viewing, Suzanne asked, 'Why don't we give that a try? What can we lose?' I ignored her; it was typical of some of her 'come-ons' that she never delivered on. However, she repeated the offer several times.
There were a couple of sex clubs in our home city one of which was too seedy for words. But the other one seemed quite respectable at least as far as sex clubs go. One evening, when we were watching the same porn movie again, Sue asked me whether or not I got off on the idea of going to a sex club. Of course I did! 'Look', she said, we aren't getting any younger and I am conscious that I am always thwarting your sex fantasies. I had the go ahead to check out the idea!
I did some research and found out the entry policy for the sex club in our home city. Sue wanted to attend a quiet midweek evening to phase our way into the scene. If we didn't like it, we could leave it there. I discovered that Wednesdays were for newbies and much to my surprise, Sue agreed to go very night.
The thrill of attending the club was mind blowing. Sue asked me constantly what she should wear and after a couple of abortive efforts I chose one of my favourite outfits, which he was an open bra and crotchless knickers. I bought this set at Christmas and it was expensive. Even though it was revealing, she always looked really classy when wearing it. I watched as Sue pulled on the underwear and a new pair of expensive looking holdups. She said to me that she wasn't going to wear a dress but just an overcoat to cover her, which I found a massive turn on. On her feet, she wore pointed boots with a sharp small heel. I remember calling in on her as she was getting ready and I just, wow, what's the point of going to the club when I could lay her right now.
When we drove to the club, the conversation was dominated by Sue, who constantly asked me what intended to do once we got there. She seemed really concerned that if I met somebody and she didn't, she would be overwhelmed by jealousy. I kept assuring her that this wouldn't be the case and that I would much rather be with her and watch how she progressed. Nevertheless, as we got close to the club, I thought she was going to call off the trip.
On arrival at the club, we were met by a jovial receptionist who asked us lots of questions as to whether or not this was our first visit. At this point, I really thought that Sue was about to abandon the whole idea. There was a bit of a delay in getting into the club, at which point Sue said if this doesn't happen in the next few minutes I really don't want to go any further forward. Finally, the receptionist returned and confirmed that our temporary membership was accepted and we entered the premises.
The club was not as classy as I envisaged. It was dark, of course and the bar was quite sparse. There were a few high stools at the bar top. The barman asked if we wanted a quick drink and we said yes. We looked at other people entering the club and there were indeed all different shapes and sizes. None of them particularly took any notice of us and none were to Sue's liking.
The night just seemed to become more awkward by the minute. Anytime I thought she was going to ask to return home. However, the barman was excellent. He realised that we were a newbies and suggested that after a few drinks, our nerves would calm particularly after we got undressed in the changing room's. This was also a problem because most of the women coming out of the changing rooms were scantily dressed but none wore open bras. Sue kept saying that she wished she'd worn a closed bra as she didn't want to be that exposed so early on. However she suddenly started to drink quite heavily, unusual for her. She must have consumed at least three gin and tonics in quick succession. The barman flirted a lot with her, and even said that if she wanted, he fancied a few minutes with her in a playroom. This seemed to make Sue shy but also oddly horny. She shuffled a lot on her bar stool and bit on her lip. Suddenly she said, 'if we don't it now, then we never will'.
Sue walked to the changing room and I watched her carefully. She seemed to be quite immersed in the whole experience. I went to my changing room stripped off to my Calvin briefs. After changing I returned quickly to the bar and felt quite nervous while I waited for Sue. A few people had gathered around by then and they all seemed to know each other. A few were kissing and fondling but most of them were simply having a warm-up drink.
When Sue emerged, I noticed that she had black tape crosses on each nipple. She approached me wearing a very broad happy smile. Sue asked me what I thought. I said 'you look amazing, but where did he get these from.' She said that there was a girl in the changing room who realised she was nervous so she gave her the tape to cover her nipples.
Suddenly, a woman emerged from the crowd not closing in around us. She had long black shiny hair tied back, was probably in her 50s and was in great shape. Wearing a wet look basque and pants and long black boots, she looked stunningly sexy. When she approached, she kissed Sue on the cheek and commented how good she looked. Sue thanked her for helping her in the changing rooms and the two girls grabbed a drink and started to chat. In the meantime, I looked around. The woman that Sue met in the changing room was called Gabby.
Gabby suggested to Sue that she take her upstairs to look around the club. There were several playrooms up there and a cinema. I said that I would finish my drink and probably join them later. As they left the bar I noticed that Gabby placed her hand around Sue's waist and Sue seemed OK with this, despite the fact she always made very clear that she had no attraction to other women. It seemed it wasn't me who was now the nervous one. As I remained rooted to the spot, I emptied my glass and for some minutes sat at the bar not knowing what to do. Sue had been gone for probably only 10 minutes but it seemed an eternity.
I decided to see what was happening upstairs on the first floor. When I got to the landing, there were two doors, one leading to the cinema and the other one leading to the playrooms. I slightly opened the door of the cinema and noticed that there was an excellent porn movie being projected onto a large screen. It was my mistake that I lingered too long and someone in the darkness shouted, 'either come in or close the door.' I felt embarrassed and closed the door behind me before heading towards the playrooms.
The playrooms were located along a corridor. On one side there were open playrooms where people could watch as people participated in sex. On the opposite side, the playrooms were hidden behind curtains or in some instances doors with small windows. There was an unusual odour hanging in the air, a cross between disinfectant and sex juices.
Sue was nowhere to be seen so I proceeded further along the corridor. Towards the end of the corridor, it opened out into a much larger room. There were plastic covered mattresses laid in this area and some couples had already started to use them. Conscious that I was lingering too long and staring at them, I turned away. Still in search of Sue I walked along the corridor and moved a curtain at one of the open rooms. It was a BDSM room with a sling hung from the ceiling and hooked onto various fastenings on the wall were chains, handcuffs and other restraints.
Someone tapped me on the shoulder and asked me if I was using the room. I said no and made way. A large man with a hairy chest and a bald head was leading an amazing looking woman into the area. She was wearing impossibly high heeled boots and clad in scanty underwear. I decided to leave them to it and continue to walk along the corridor.
Opposite the BDSM room, I noticed that another of the playrooms seemed to be producing a lot of activity. I entered the room and instantly moved against Gemma. She smiled as I walked in. and gave me a long, steamy kiss. It took quite a few minutes for me to become a accustomed to the darkness but in the middle of the room, I saw that there was a chair in the centre of the room. The chair was sturdy with leather covering. Sue was sat in it, her eyes covered with a mask and a gag in her mouth. Her arms were secured to the chair. I was stunned, jealous, hurt and appalled. Every negative angry emotion I could muster, surged through me.
