"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.
"Don't tell me you weren't checking out those two hunks."
She shrugged. "I might have been." She grinned and winked at him. "Their asses looked like they were made of steel."
The bartender delivered their drinks, then disappeared. Dex held up his glass and Carla tapped it with her glass. "Cheers! To a fun night full of adventure!" He clinked hers again, then took a long draught.
"To fun! And whatever we may find here tonight!" She giggled, taking a deep pull of her drink. The umbrella poked her nose, making her laugh and pull it out.
"Want to dance?" He looked at his wife, then at the dance floor.
"Sure!" She leaned over and kissed him. They got up and found a small table near the railing. Taking another deep drink, they left their glasses on the table and he took her hand and led her onto the floor.
Moving into the crowd, they slid by the other dancers, all dressed in classy yet sexy attire.
As they danced, both Dex and Carla would come into contact with others around them. Instead of pulling away, the surrounding people would linger, extending the physical contact. Never crudely, it was more of a sensual touch that seemed to fit the atmosphere and music that surrounded them.
Carla grinned as she leaned back, her ass bouncing lightly against a man dancing behind her. He faced away from her, and Carla assumed he was dancing with his date. An unspoken communication flowed between her and the unknown, unseen man as they both danced and rubbed each other's asses.
One song blended into another as the thin white smoke permeated the room, creating bubbles of people that gyrated, their bodies moving more erotically than either had ever seen on a dance floor.
Dex took Carla's hand and twirled her as the lights rotated around them, changing colors in time with the heavy beat. She smiled at him as he pulled her against his chest. His hand cupped her ass as they kissed, still moving as one.
She moved her hand down, stroking his cock. "Someone's waking up." She grinned and kissed him, her tongue playing with his.
Moving with the music, they found themselves near the far side of the dance floor. The railing separated them from a dimly lit area furnished with a variety of sofas, couches and chairs.
Carla gasped as she turned and looked. Near some tables along the floor, not five feet from where they danced, a woman was on her knees with her ass pointing at them. Her head moved up and down rhythmically on a man's lap.
Looking up at her husband, she nodded in their direction. He looked and she felt him take a sharp breath. "Wow," was all Carla heard him say.
After a few moments, another man walked over and knelt behind her. He flipped up her short skirt, laying it over her back. As Carla turned to get a better look, she saw the woman had no panties on.
Dex was facing away from the unfolding action and nipped at her ear. "I want to see," he said as they both faced the action, watching.
The man was now openly caressing the kneeling woman. "Do you think she knows him?" Carla asked as they watched his fingers enter the woman's shaven pussy.
"I don't know." Dex watched as the man's face pressed between her ass cheeks.
"Holy shit," Carla said, her voice so low Dex hardly heard her. She pressed herself to him, feeling his rock-hard dick press to her stomach. His hands cupped her butt, digging into her soft flesh as she leaked into her thong.
"Is he gonna...." Dex's words trailed off as the man stood, his back to them. He unbuckled his pants, letting them fall. He pulled down his tight, black underwear, bending and showing them his ass.
