Las Vegas.
Sin City.
I joked as I took a drag of a marijuana vape pen.
"If you are not sinning here, you aren't living."
We had a night away from the kids.
We began with some bougie drinks at the Cosmopolitan hotel. A drink that was lit up in flames as they presented it in front of us.
Dressed for a night out.
Me in all black and my wife in a charcoal Bebe mini dress that hugged every perfect curve of her sexy German body. The shimmer in the fabric bringing out the tones in her platinum blond hair. Mesh inserts on the sides that showed off her skin, up her thighs and along the side of her large breast.
A walk on the strip and then a night of live punk music. Violent Femmes followed by Flogging Molly.
My wife and I danced the night away. No mask on, high on the music, high on life after feeling locked down for the last two years. High on our cocktails and feeling good from the few tokes of weed.
As we stumbled back out into the casino, neither of us were ready to go home, hoping the night would never end.
I have wanted to check out a famous sex club in Las Vegas for a long time. A place called the Green Door.
It gets mixed reviews, mostly people not liking that they allow single men there.
My wife has been having a fantasy about being gang banged. An ongoing fantasy she has brought up over the previous months. I had told her it would be a hard thing to organize where we live, but possibly we could make a trip to LA and make it happen at some point.
I looked up the Green Door on my phone, a quick drive from where we were at. A good stop to detox a little, if nothing else, before driving home.
I asked if she wanted to check it out.
No expectations, just fun to see what it is all about.
She agreed, and we pulled into the parking lot.
In the reviews, people talk about it being in a "seedy" part of town.
In our culture, going to a club to have sex with strangers is on the fringe of social acceptance.
I'm not sure in the USA if I can name a place we have been, where consenting adults may explore their sexuality that is not in a more "seedy" part of town.
We used to go to one place in San Diego that was in a nice business park. It was perfect because the businesses would close for the day. Usually this business park was an area that would be desolate at night, but at night well-dressed adults regularly took it over, out to get fucked, and not by their husband or wife.
It seemed like a perfect arrangement. Business during the day, at night adults arriving at a place that was discrete, away from nighttime businesses, a secret society of sexual deviance.
My wife fucked the owner of that club. A few times.
Had her first gang-bang there with him and his friends while I stayed at home with the kids.
I trusted him, and it was a great experience for her.
But not as good as having her husband there to look over her and encourage her.
So the second gang-bang she had was also there with me by her side, supporting, encouraging her and making her feel more safe.
Word got out about this after hour sex club. The businesses in that location unfairly rallied together and shut it down.
Unfortunately, we live in a society that judges sex harshly, yet is okay with glamorizing guns and violence. I'll save that rant for another time.
You know what happens in "seedy" parts of towns?
No one cares what other adults do. They live their own lives and worry about things other than the intricacies of where and when other people are fucking.