I looked at my husband of ten years unsure of whether he was joking or serious, my answer came soon enough when he showed me his phone and confirmation of our passes for the weekend.
"Wow, I thought this was all just a fantasy. I mean, I like our little games and dressing up sexy but never thought you wanted me to really go through with it."
Jack looked at me, sheepishly at first, but then his demeanor changed, and he was more resolute. I had to admit it was exciting to see him act that way, don't get me wrong he was no pushover but when I challenged him about anything serious he normally would talk it through with me more.
"We don't have to do anything. I just want us to go and see if we like it and I want to see you in that environment." He said and by the way he stated it I knew he meant it.
"You know you want to go, why wouldn't you want to go and see an adult playground where there are basically no rules?"
I simply nodded and walked away, I basically agreed with my silence that we would go to this sex-oriented Disney World he had found out about and researched in secret. I was a little angry but also intrigued, I loved playing the role of exhibitionist for him and he was a true voyeur in every sense of the word. The furthest we had ever gone in our games was for me to be at a party where a friend of a friend was hitting on me, Jack watched as he cornered me in a hallway and kissed me. His hand went up my skirt and he rubbed me through my panties. I was drunk and ready to give in completely but at the very last moment my husband put a stop to it. That little bit of action had our sex life on a high for the next two months. We sometimes go to bars and do the usual stuff you hear about, I sit alone at the bar in a sexy dress while Jack watches from another stool or table as random men try to pick me up. I get free drinks as they hit on me and most of the time caress my legs. It turns me on incredibly to have a stranger touching me while knowing all they want is sex.
I did my homework about the place we were going for the weekend, it was called RLC. Basically, it was a large resort hidden away outside of the city, away from the curious and righteous. There was no advertising for it, nothing to even tell you it existed but word of mouth on the internet. My husband found out through his ex-girlfriend who apparently worked there. I laughed when he told me that she was the one who told him about it, I thought she was a slut and didn't trust her in the slightest but somehow she stayed friends with my husband.
"Not surprised she would work there. God knows she has enough experience." I cracked off to him and recounted the many times she cheated while she worked as a stripper.
I knew it was petty and Jack hated when I attacked his friend, but she should have been out of the picture years ago and not hanging around in the background. Anyway, the resort sounded crazy and catered to people of all types. I do not think there was a kink or fetish missed. There were several clubs for people to drink and dance together, and they had dedicated areas in each if they wanted to go off and have sex. But it was the clubs that focused on the sex I found most interesting. They were a little seedy and tried to adhere to an underground theme with a hint of danger. They had rooms dedicated to prostitutes or working girls where they could dance on small stages for potential customers, or even if you weren't looking to be paid and just wanted that experience you could take a pole and shake your ass for a stranger. There were orgy rooms where you could go to have sex, watch people, and be watched. There were even sections for BDSM, for those who liked to be dominated and to dominate.
I went to bed that night in a restless mood, I looked over at my husband who was sleeping like a baby. I closed my eyes and thought about what I could do if I wanted, it wasn't long before I was imagining dancing on one those stages and being offered money to go to one of the rooms. My fingers finding my clit as I played out the scene in my mind, being used in various positions and loving every minute. I was stifling my moans as I rubbed my clit harder trying not to wake Jack, I did not want him to know how much I was thinking about it. I turned to my side biting my pillow as I worked myself to an intense orgasm. Jack was none the wiser, he snored quietly beside me the entire time.
The weekend came quickly, we drove the three hours to the resort, and I was immediately impressed. The entrance was very modest but once you entered and drove for an extra ten minutes it became obvious that this place was mind blowing.
"This is crazy. Look at the different buildings and the people." I said to Jack who was grinning from ear to ear taking it all in.
We parked our car and went into the lobby to check in, it was tastefully decorated and resembled that of a lobby of a five-star hotel. We collected our card key and went to our suite, it was gorgeous and beyond expectations. The next couple of hours were a blur as we found the pool, drank a lot of premium booze, and even smoked a joint or two. By the time it was evening both Jack and I were feeling no pain and ready to experience the risqué side of the resort.
"Where do you want to go? There are so many places to choose from." Jack said to me as I walked out of the bathroom.
His eyes moved up and down my body as I stood there in my new dress. It was a sparkling silver slip dress that barely covered me. The hem was just below my bottom which emphasized my legs and teased seeing my panties anytime I moved, the neckline plunged generously, and it was backless. All that held it up were two very thin straps that rested on my shoulders. Underneath all I wore were a pair of tiny black laced panties.
I sat down on the edge of the bed and looked over the list of clubs with descriptions that was provided in our welcome package. I could not decide, my heart was racing, and I was not thinking clearly. That's when my husband came up with an idea.
"We should leave it to chance. I'll put the club names in a pile, and we'll pull one out." He said and opened the drawer of the nightstand finding a pen and notepad.
The idea was inspiring, and I smiled without thinking. Jack read the club names as he wrote them down and then selected the final four.
Gloryholes R Us - this was a specific club where several gloryholes were available for women to service random men. The woman could give oral sex, be positioned standing and bent over so only her ass and legs were showing (to be taken from behind), or laying on her back with her legs cuffed high and spread in the air being exposed from the waist down.
Porn Theatre and Bar - this was a small theatre that plays movies for people to watch and either play by themselves or with others out in the open.
FM Club - this was a unique club where you could go and watch strippers dance, hire a working girl for sex and participate in BDSM. There were four small circular stages for the women to dance (6' x 6') with a couple of small armchairs in front of each.
BBC Club - this was where white women could go and give themselves to black men. The rules were simple, the black men could pick and choose whomever they wanted for sex and the women were expected to comply. White men if there with their spouses could watch but not participate.
