Tales From The Club Natalie

Tales from the Club - Natalie

This was a tough one to categorize, as there are bits of action from several categories. Since the whole thing flows from "Alright then, boys, let's go see what a sex club looks like." and Natalie is watching avidly throughout, I've opted for the category that includes "Voyeur."

This story makes a lot of references to people and events from several of my earlier stories. As I usually say, while this story is stand-alone, if you like this one, you'll probably enjoy the others.

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Luke was one of our original group who dropped out of Sex Addicts Anonymous together back in 2019. Though brought up as a good Catholic boy, be had discovered sex in college and had been for awhile quite a cocksman. While they were both in law school, he married Natalie, a good Catholic girl who, sadly as it turned out, had not discovered sex in college. After graduation Luke was hired by Natalie's father's law firm; a good job with a built-in partnership track. Natalie went into the Public Defender's Office.

Luke, being a sex addict, kept fucking around on the side after marrying Natalie. Her discovery of one of his affairs jeopardized both his marriage and his career. Her price for her forgiveness and silence was that he stop the extramarital sex and attend SAA meetings. This is how he came to be in our group when we decided to quit fighting what came naturally.

When our group decided to open our own sex club, New Xanadu, Luke did not make that jump with the rest of us. Whatever the cynic in me might have thought, I believe that this was primarily because he truly loved Natalie and did not want to lose her, rather than concern about losing his job.

While he did not become a partner in New Xanadu 2, or even a member of the club, Luke continued to join in some of the private orgies that our group continued to hold at Mary's apartment on one Sunday per month. We'd originally gotten together much more frequently, but all the sex available at out club made frequent private orgies somewhat redundant. Still, these monthly Sunday get-togethers were a pleasant way for our partners to keep connected, on multiple levels.

Though not a partner, Luke was allowed to attend these private Sunday sessions both for old time's sake, and because we hoped that one day he'd become a partner. The club was managing to stay a little ahead of break-even, but Luke's money could speed up improvements still to come.

To give him an excuse to be out of the house for a few hours, Luke would tell Natalie that he had a golf game on Sundays. As a fictitious client, I became his alibi for these golf outings. This worked from April to November. As far as I know, he just stayed miserably monogamous during the other months.

One Monday in early April 2023, Luke called me with the news that Natalie had decided that he must be doing something besides playing golf, because she had noticed that he was much happier and more loving between April and November than during the Winter months. She demanded that he give her an honest answer: Was he cheating on her? She told him that she would put a detective on his case to check his answer, and divorce him if it turned out he was lying.

She didn't say what she would do if he did confess. However, given the certainly of divorce if he was caught in a lie, he figured his better chance of staying married was to come clean and hope that something could be worked out. Without giving details, he admitted that he was still sleeping with other women from time to time.

Luke said that after cursing at him for a while and crying a little, Natalie finally ran out of steam. She asked if he really loved her, or if he was just using her to keep his job with her father's firm. He said that he loved her beyond anything else in the world, and offered to resign from the firm to take the question about his job out of the equation.

She let that go without comment and then asked why, if he loved her so much, she wasn't enough for him; why did he have to fuck around on her with other women? All he could say was that the answer to that one would take a whole course, maybe with post-graduate studies, on human male sexuality. He said he'd tried hard at monogamy, and it just didn't work for him. He'd gone to the SAA meetings and spent months being monogamous, and they had just made him more and more unhappy.

He said Natalie was quiet for awhile and finally said. "You can't change, can you?" and that he had said that he was by now convinced that he couldn't. She was quiet for a little while longer then she said, "Fuck it. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em, right?. How would you feel if I started fucking around on you? Could you handle having someone else screwing your wife?"

That gave him pause, during which the mental image started to give him a tingle in his groin. He said he answered very carefully, "If you enjoyed that, I could handle it. To be honest, I probably would even enjoy it. But if it was something you felt you had to do because I was forcing you to, I would hate it. I think it would be very bad for you and worse for us. In that case, as much as I love you, I'd rather you divorce me and find someone else who could make you happy."

After another pause, Natalie said "Shit, I wish I didn't love you so much. I was hoping that by now we could be making babies together, but I can't do that with a man I'm going to have to divorce." Then, "Alright, let's take a walk on the wild side. I'm not promising that I'll actually change, but at least I'll see what you guys do, and see if it's something that I might could do, or at least live with you doing."

Finally, after that buildup, Luke got around to asking if I would arrange for Natalie and him to come to New Xanadu the following Friday or Saturday night. I told him "Of course, but I'm not there on Saturdays because I have visitation with Little John. If you want me to be around, how about Friday or Sunday evening?" We agreed on Friday, and that if he had a private e-mail address to receive them, I would send him our brochure with rules, application forms and directions on where to get their STI tests done. Not surprisingly, he did.

I told him it would be up to him to get Natalie to fill out her application and get her STI tests. If she balked, he should explain that our background checks were very, very well hidden, and that our STI testing was completely anonymous at the clinic since they would identify her only by the number that we supplied. I told him, sorry, but rules were rules and we couldn't protect our members' without following them. Unless both he and Natalie followed them, the deal was off.

Maybe Natalie did balk at first, because it wasn't a week later that I got the applications back, and the STI test results did not arrive until that Tuesday. When their background checks, like their test results, all came back clean as a whistle, I e-mailed Luke that I hoped to see him and Natalie at New Xanadu on Friday. He e-mailed back that they would arrive shortly after 6.

I then e-mailed the other partners, bringing them up to date and trading my 8 to 10 shift for the midnight to 2. Getting off work an hour early was not a problem, because my boss was still convinced that I was having an affair with Mary, whose family's mounds of cash we were managing. I had not disabused her of this notion, and early on I'd even spent some of those stolen hours in bed with Mary, but not since we'd opened the club. Finally, just in case Natalie might want me to give her actual demonstrations of "what you guys do," I slept solo on Thursday night.

I'd never met Natalie in person. When she and Luke arrived, right on schedule I was at the sign-in desk, where I introduced myself to her as John, and told Luke it was good to see him again. Natalie turned out to be mid-sized, say about 5'6", curvy but not voluptuous, conservatively dressed and lightly made up. Her round face, with its broad cheekbones and freckles under red hair, done in a bob with bangs, showed her Irish ancestry. Thankfully, her demeanor seemed to be slightly nervous, indicating to me an open mind, rather than belligerent, which would have told me that she was determined to go through the motions without any intention of being persuaded that she liked what she saw.

I was in my street clothes when I took them in hand. I directed Natalie to the women's changing room and told her that there would be a staff member there who would help her with changing into her choice of club garments. In fact, I had asked Susan, by now the chatelaine of our "club house," to be there so that Natalie could chat her up if she wanted to.

Then I took Luke to the men's changing room. Here I exchanged my street clothes for our standard short tunic and sandals, and as usual opted to go commando. I gave Luke the choice of tunic, fluffy bathrobe or going more or less naked, and he opted for the tunic as well. He started to leave his briefs on but I suggested that he might want to put them in his locker since there was no good place to leave them in the rest of the club if he later decided they were in the way. He shucked and stowed his shorts.

"So, Luke, how do you want to play this? Do I take you both in tow for the tour of the club, or do you want to split up with me taking Natalie alone?"

"Definitely we're in this as a couple, unless or until Natalie decides otherwise."

"I agree that that would be best," I said. "Now she's going to have questions. You opted to tell her about your continuing to screw around on her. Is it safe to assume that you want me to answer any of her questions honestly?"

"I think you'd better. She's extremely sharp, and if she catches you lying about something it'll probably create problems for all of us, especially me. I think that we've decided to face up to our differences and try to find some way to overcome them, or at least to accommodate them. What we don't deal with now might come back to haunt us later, so tell her whatever she wants to know."

"Sounds good to me," I said as I got our white half-masks. "You're required to wear this at all times while in the public areas of the club. What you do with it in a private room with the windows and curtains closed is up to you. If you have sex with anyone wearing a pink mask, you need to wear a condom, because pink means we don't have their STI test results yet. Whites and whites are free to choose to have sex bareback, but sex with pinks always requires a condom."

A final thought hit me. "How well can Natalie handle her booze? I'd like for her to be relaxed, but not drunk while she's here."

"Oh, Natalie likes a drink now and then. But even though her family is Irish, they're not lushes. I'd say she's fine up to three drinks in a couple of hours. I've never seen her drink more than that, so beyond three I can't say."

"Alright then. Unless you have any questions or want to tell me anything else, let's go."

"Um, one thing. I don't know what's going to happen. But whatever it is, if she wants it, up to and including you screwing her, I want you to know I'm good with it."

When we got to the lounge area, Susan and Natalie had not arrived. I asked Luke if he wanted a drink and he said he thought he'd wait to see what Natalie was having, but that a glass of water now would be good. As I was returning with Luke's water, Susan brought Natalie into the lounge and guided her to a seat across from ours. She told Luke it was good to see him again, gave Natalie a peck on the cheek, said "I hope you enjoy yourself, dear," and headed toward the Union Station room.

I was not surprised to see that Natalie had opted for one of our fluffy robes. I was surprised to see that when she had removed her street clothes, she had also taken off her rings. When she had sat down, I asked her if she'd like anything to drink, and told her that we had a well-stocked bar, a talented bartender if she wanted a mixed drink, and coffee, tea and pop if she wanted something non-alcoholic.

She thought a second before saying, "A finger of whiskey, Jameson18 year old if you have it, otherwise the single pot still, with a water on the side, please." I asked Luke and he said the same. As it happens, Ron did have a bottle of the 18 year old Jameson stashed away for one of our premier members who liked it, and he served it up without a grimace. It's good to be the boss, I thought.

I brought the drinks, including a diet Coke for me, and sat down, carefully in my short tunic, so as not to flash Natalie. I sipped my Coke. Natalie took a sip of hers and said, "Quite nice. You do stock a good bar here." Then she took another drink and said, "You know why we're here?"

I chose to take that as a question, so I said," "I think I do. Luke and I go back a few years. We're both unreformed sex addicts. You aren't. That's caused and is again causing, problems. Since you've both concluded that there's no reasonable likelihood that Luke will change his spots you, Natalie, have decided to take a 'walk on the wild side,' which is how Luke said you'd put it, to see if there's any way you can bring yourself to adjust your behavior or at least your outlook enough to allow you to stay happily married to him. Fair enough?"

"Quite fair and very succinctly stated. You're not a lawyer too by any chance, are you?"

"No. Accountant. We're supposed to be good at summing things up."

Natalie didn't beat around the bush. "Now, where do you fit into this? Are you the guy who's supposed to seduce me into what I believe you all call 'the lifestyle,' and fuck my brains out so that Luke and I will be on even terms and live happily ever after?"

I thought that was unnecessarily belligerent, but I chose to let it go. "Not at all. I am here as your host and guide to the club because Luke asked me to. If you would prefer, I can pass you on to one of the other partners, though that would require some hasty rearranging of work schedules. As to whether I am supposed to, quote, fuck your brains out, no. That's not to say that I'm not ready willing and able to give you my best if that's what you want."

"So, Luke didn't tell you he wants you to fuck me."

I had to think about that for a second before I answered. "To be precise, no, he has not told, or asked, me to fuck you. His exact words, as I recall them, were 'I don't know what's going to happen. But whatever it is, if she wants it, up to and including you screwing her, I'm good with it.'"

"Do you think he wants you to screw me?"

That didn't take any thought at all. "Yes."

"Do you think I want you to screw me?"

"No."

"Do you think I'll change my mind on that?"

"Frankly, I haven't the foggiest. Right now I think it's long odds-against, but the night is young."

"And if I change my mind, you'll be there to do the deed with me?"

"If you tell me you've changed your mind, and if I believe you, and if you're sober, it would be my pleasure, in a heartbeat."

"I hope you'd last considerably longer than that," she said with a smirk. "Could I have one more finger of this excellent elixir? And is it permitted to take it out of the lounge?"

"Do you have any objection to a plastic cup? We prefer to keep glass in the lounge area."

"With anything as good as this, that seems sacrilegious. But, when in Rome," she said. "Yes, please."

"Luke, anything more for you?"

"Thanks John, I'm fine."

While I was getting Natalie's refill, she and Luke had a quick, quiet conversation, and when I handed her the new drink she asked, "Are you planning to give both of us the tour, or just me."

"I'd assumed both, but as with everything else that doesn't break our rules, that's your call. I figured Luke would enjoy the tour since he's never been here before."

She interrupted me with "Really?"

"Yes, really. And you can stop asking me 'Really?' I'm under instructions from Luke not to lie to you. If there's a question I don't want to answer, I'll tell you that, but otherwise you can take what I say as gospel."

She turned to Luke, "Is that right."

Yes," he said. "We're trying to figure out a way to stay together, and I figured that building on a foundation of lies would be stupid. Besides, the fact that John is a sex addict doesn't keep him from also being addicted to telling the truth. For some reason he seems to find lying painful."

"Alright then, boys, let's go see what a sex club looks like."

I decided that, unlike on my tour for Cindy on the club's opening night, I would not start with the dungeon, even though it was closest. Everything I'd heard told me that Luke had married a prim virgin with little sexual experience, and that whatever she'd learned since from him did not include BDSM, so starting with that might get the evening off on the wrong foot. Instead I headed us down the corridor that lead to the Stonewall Inn, with the first stop at the Zebra Room.

It was early, so we only had one interracial couple, black and blonde, going at it. However, what the show lacked in quantity it made up in quality and enthusiasm. She was on her back, legs up over his shoulders. They'd positioned themselves so that the view from the doorway allowed us to see him drilling her fiercely with a nice-sized cock, slick and shiny with her juices. She was egging him on between gasps and moans with cries of "Faster," "Fuck me harder," and appeals to the deity.

I looked at Natalie to see her reaction. She certainly wasn't looking away, and I thought I could see a little flush on her neck and face. She took a sip of her drink and said, "She's not faking, is she?"

That thought had never crossed my mind. "I don't think so. We're all here for fun, or pleasure, what5tver you want to call it. She's not a hooker putting on a performance for money. I guess faking it's a logical possibility, but, no, I'd say she is definitely not faking."

She turned to Luke, "What's your opinion?"

"I doubt I've as much to go on as John, but in my opinion, she's 100% into this and she's just what I call a shouter. Some people are, some aren't."

"And what's the norm?" she asked. I started to answer but when Luke opened his mouth I decided to let him go first.

"I don't think there is one," he said. "Some people like Irish whiskey, some people like Scotch, some people are teetotalers. Some people like beef, some like fish and some are vegetarians. There is no norm when it comes to what people like, which to my way of thinking means there is no normal. Sadly, for me and people like me and John, though most people can accept that there is no normal in matters of food and drink, they won't accept it when it comes to sex."

While Luke was saying this, the Black guy had unhooked the woman's legs from his shoulders, pulled out of her, flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her onto her knees so that he could do her doggy style. He then commenced to ram her, hard and fast. Again he showed that he was aware of the doorway viewing area, positioning the woman so that we'd have a good view of his cock drilling into her sopping cunt.