"Are you sure?"
She looked over at her husband. The lights of the oncoming cars briefly illuminated his face before plunging him back into darkness. She observed his finger tapping on the top of the steering wheel, his knuckles not exactly white, but getting there.
"Relax, baby. Yes, I'm sure." She reached over and patted his thigh. He'd worn his best dark slacks that hugged his body, showing off his trim physique. The dark blue dress shirt and cufflinks, with his black leather shoes capped off the outfit, making him look even more handsome than usual.
"We don't have to do anything." He turned to look at her as the lights flickered over him. She saw the concern in his eyes, and it warmed her heart.
"I know that, silly." She grinned at him, then flipped her long, brunette hair over her shoulder. "We talked about this. Several times, if you remember." She raised her eyebrows at him.
Nodding, he turned back to the road, his head craning to read the sign for the upcoming exit. He sighed. "Okay. I just don't want you to feel... I don't know. Pressured?" He shrugged.
"Look, neither of us really know what to expect at this place. Let's go, have some drinks. Sue told us there's dancing, and that's always loads of fun." She rubbed his thigh, her hand moving up and over his crotch.
He glanced over at her, one side of his lips raised in a half smile.
"And then maybe we'll wander around, get the feel of the place. See what it's like when they do... that."
"Alright," he said as he exhaled loudly, the tension draining out of him. "That sounds like a plan."
She moved her fingers around his flaccid cock. "Who knows? Maybe you'll find some big-titted blonde, and I'll find myself all alone while you're off fucking her."
He chuckled. "That'll be the day." He turned and looked at her, taking in her striking looks. Silky brown hair fell between her shoulders, framing her elfin face with dark green eyes and ruby red lips. His eyes quickly traced down over her breasts before turning back to the road.
"Do you think this is too much?" She tugged at her short red dress that rode up several inches above her knees. It wrapped around, with one thin string of fabric that she tied in a bow, holding it together. One tug and she'd show everyone what he saw every day.
Her boobs were works of art. Larger than a handful, they fit her body to perfection. Firm enough to not flop around obscenely when she went without a bra like she had this night.
"No, my love. You are incredibly beautiful. That dress fits you perfectly."
"Is it dangerous?"
His eyebrows rose. "Dangerous?"
"Yeah, silly. How many times did you walk by and untie it and I didn't even know?"
He laughed, then nodded. "Well, if we're out there dancing and you feel a draft, check the knot."
She squeezed his stiffening cock, making him jump. "Hey!"
"Careful, buster! You better hope no one unties me."
"Well, we are going to a sex club. That'd be the place for it, I guess." He grinned over at her, then turned back to the road.
"You're so bad! I've only got my thong on under this." She shook her head and looked out the side window. "We're way out there, huh?"
He nodded. "Yeah, it's about thirty miles out of town. We get off on the next exit."
They took the off-ramp, then followed a dark country road a few more miles before turning into a driveway that had two stone lions on either side.
"This must be the place." They both looked through the windshield at the brightly lit mansion that came into view as they rounded the last turn in the driveway.
Pulling up, a sharply dressed valet welcomed them, and Dex showed him their invitation. He pointed the way, then got in their car and drove away.
Carla put her arm through her husband's as he led her up the wide stone stairs toward the tall, ornate wooden doors. It opened as they approached and the sound of loud, thumping music spilled out into the still night.
They paused at the door, looking around, and then Carla tugged at his arm. "Come on, it'll be fun. Look at this place!"
He took a deep breath, then stepped over the entrance into a wide foyer. It arched high overhead, and through a broad arch in front of them, they could see a smoky dancefloor with turning lights that pulsed to the strong, pounding music.
Stopping by an ornate desk, they checked in and provided their information and invitation. After a moment, the clerk welcomed them and gave them an overview of the club, then wished them a wonderful evening.
Entering the dance area, they saw a long, ornate bar along the right-hand wall. Ahead and to the left was an area of tables, most occupied by two or more people. Several openings in a low railing led down to the crowded dance floor.
Dex led his wife to the bar, holding a tall stool for her, and sat next to her. The bartender took their orders. Turning, they both surveyed the surrounding scene.
"What do you think?" Carla asked, leaning close to his ear. The music, coupled with the smoke created by the same sort of machine used at rock concerts, made the atmosphere pulse.
He grinned at her and nodded. "Wow! I can't believe all this is here, inside an old mansion."
She observed a trio pass by. The woman, impeccably dressed in an incredibly short black dress that seemed painted onto her perfect curvy body, had two handsome Hispanic men on either side. Her tall pumps accentuated her tanned legs.
Both Dex and Carla turned and watched them walk away before shifting their attention towards each other. Both laughed simultaneously.
"You were staring at her butt!" Carla said as she slapped his arm.
"I was not!"
"I saw you!"
He shook his head, grinning. "I was watching how nicely her boobs bounced."
She threw her head back, laughing.
