Dance Club Pt 01

With many thanks to tryanything, for writing Corruption, the story that introduced me to Literotica. This story is very similar, and serves as the starting point for a series of my own.

Chris and Magda were introduced to the Dance Club in a roundabout way; Chris worked for Adam, who was a longtime member, and Adam's wife Keri was a social acquaintance of Chris's wife Magda. But Chris didn't work directly for Adam; he was three or four levels below him in the office managerial structure. And Keri and Magda weren't exactly friends, there were in the same book club and the same yoga club, but hadn't really hung out together or anything.

It all came about because during book club, someone had mentioned a popular erotic series that had recently been adapted to film, and Magda had complained. "That's such a terrible series," she opined. "The books are boring, the sex is too little and too rare, the drama is formulaic, and as for the films, they're just.... dull. For my money, Eyes Wide Shut is a far more erotic film.

Unbeknownst to Magda, Keri was listening to every word, and making plans. She passed on her thoughts to her husband Adam, who approached Chris in the office the next day, during lunch.

Adam made small talk for a minute as Chris wondered what his boss's boss's boss was doing talking to him. Then Adam brought up their wives, "Keri let me know yesterday that Magda might be interested in a Dance Club where we're members. It's a couples club, so I thought I'd bring it up with you."

"Uh, yeah, sure. Magda loves to dance."

"Well, it's more than dancing, and it's highly exclusive. Do you have a minute to come to my office, and I'll tell you about it?"

"Sure."

They walked across the building and entered Adam's office, and he closed the door behind them. "So as I said, the club's very exclusive. Guests are invited on the word of a member in good standing, and during their first visit, you're reviewed for membership. And there's a strict dress code."

"Chris was intrigued. "OK..." he said, listening cautiously.

"The dress code mostly pertains to the ladies," Adam continued. He went to a desk drawer and unlocked it, taking out an odd black mask he placed it on his desk. "They're all required to wear this."

Chris looked at the mask in astonishment. It was made partly of fine soft fabric, partly of leather, with some ribbons. If appeared to fit over the face, covering the eyes, and fastening behind the head. And there was an attachment, which looked removable, to hold a ball-shaped piece that appeared to go in the mouth.

Chris tried to figure out what he was looking at, and he looked up at Adam. "It's a sex club, Chris," said Adam. "I understand if that's a shock, but based on what Keri told me about Magda, we think that maybe the two of you would be interested in this. No harm done if you aren't of course-"

"No," Chris interjected, holding up his hand. "It's alright. I think I'd like to hear more. Magda and I have talked about this kind of thing, but never explored it."

Adam nodded, pleased he'd found a receptive target. He continued. "As I said, the ladies wear this, you put it on your own wife while you're still in your car. She never sees the inside of the club. The men are asked to wear semi-formal attire." He gave Chris a white keycard, with a chip on one side, and directions and dates on the back. "Here's the dates that we're accepting guests. Take your time, think about it, and if you decide to show up, perhaps I'll see you there. Oh, and don't tell Magda about the sex. We like it to be a surprise for the ladies the first time."

Adam took a few more minutes to explain the details of the mask, and gave him a paper bag to carry it back to his desk. Chris swiftly placed the mask in his briefcase, and took it home with him at the end of the day.

He broached the subject to Magda that Friday evening, as soon as he got home from work. Their weekend was free, and Magda had been looking for something to do, so it seemed perfect for Chris to make the suggestion. "You know Adam at work? He's married to your friend Keri? Well, they invited us to a dance club this evening."

"Dance club? Yeah, I love to dance," said his wife. "And tonight? That's perfect." Magda was a slender beauty with long blonde hair that she loved to put into complex braids. "Tell me about the club."

"Well, I don't know much yet, but supposedly, it's very exclusive, it's couples only, and there's a dress code for the ladies." Magda looked intrigued, so Chris continued. "Well, not so much a dress code, it's more like a... costume, I guess?"

Magda laughed. "What kind of costume?"

"A special mask."

"Where do we get a special mask?"

"Adam gave me one. Here." He brought out the mask and placed in in front of her.

"Oh my." Magda was instantly excited. She knew something funny was going on, and her mind began listing all the possibilities, starting with the dirtiest first.

"Yeah, it covers your eyes. It's, I don't know, traditional or something, for new members' wives to wear one on their first visit."

"And what's this part?" Magda pointed to the ball attachment. It had a small cylindrical hole running through the center.

"That goes in your mouth."

"So the wives aren't allowed to talk either? That sounds VERY traditional." She laughed.

"Does that mean you don't want to go?"

"No, I didn't say that. Let me see how it goes on."

Chris helped his wife don the mask, slipped the soft cloth over her eyes, and placed the ball in her mouth. The ribbons all ran together to a leather patch at the back of her head, which had some sort of weight in a pocket inside. Chris had been told about this patch, but he kept it to himself.

Blinded, Magda reached up and felt where each ribbon went on the sides of her face, up to the patch on the back. Chris took it off, and she immediately said, "That's not so bad. It's really soft. And I can do my hair up in a couple ponytails to fit between the ribbons, and then link them together."

"So you want to go?"

"Sure, let's get ready. Will they serve dinner?"

"I don't think so, but there are drinks, so we should eat something."

Chris and Magda had a quick pasta meal to carb up for the exertion of an evening dancing (and perhaps far more), and then they got bathed and dressed. Chris wore slacks and a white button-up shirt, and Magda wore a loose blouse and skirt. "Flats?" Christ asked, when he saw the shoes Magda had set out.

"For dancing blind," she replied, as she worked on her hair. "I don't want to break an ankle." She was skilled in braiding in unusual ways, and had the two ponytails splayed out quickly, then linked them together behind her head, at the base of her neck. Chris grabbed the mask and pocketed the keycard, and they got in the car.

Chris followed the directions he'd memorized from the card, which led them through the more affluent part of town. They pulled up to a big house with a private drive, and saw that two men were waiting at the front door, next to a little podium. They were well-dressed, not quite in uniform, but in matching white suits.

"OK," Chris said, as he put the car in park. "Here we are. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I'm definitely sure, as long as you're there with me, to keep me safe," Magda said. She placed the mask on her head, covering her eyes and placing the ball in her mouth. She took two deep breaths, the air rushing quickly through the hole in the ball. Then she began tying up the ribbons, going around her braids. Adam helped her, and when all the ribbons were secured on the back, he moved a small felt patch to cover the fasteners. Then he waved the white keycard above the patch, and a tiny mechanism reacted to the RFID in the card. A small metal ring emerged and latched the patch down so the fasteners couldn't be reached.

This was the part that Adam had told Chris about, and demonstrated for him. Chris hadn't told Magda though, and for a moment, she scrambled at the patch trying to pull it off blindly, but then settled. Chris got out of the car and walked around, giving Magda only a moment to settle into her situation. Then he opened her door and helped her out, and guided her up the front steps to the house.

When they reached the attendants one of them said, "Good evening sir. Card, please?" Chris handed over the white keycard. As far as he knew it was the only way to unlock the mask, as Adam had showed him. So he felt a little hesitation at giving it up, but he trusted Adam.

The first attendant passed the card to the second, who was standing behind the podium. He placed it a slot, looked at a screen that Chris couldn't see, and then looked up and nodded to the first attendant, who said, "Very good sir. And your keys, for the valet?" Christ handed over his car keys and the second attendant took them and hustled down to his car, got in, and drove off.

"Do I get a number or something for that?"

"There's no need, sir, we'll remember you. Now please, proceed inside." The attendant opened the large double doors of the front entrance, but remained standing between them, blocking their way. "As a new guest, sir, I must make you aware of our most important rule. Our membership is highly exclusive, and members wish to remain anonymous, especially to first-time guests. For that reason, please refrain from stating your name, or your wife's name, at any time. And if any fellow guest should be known to you, please refrain from using their name."

He continued. "The rest of the rules you'll learn in good time. But that is our most paramount. Those under review for membership will be judged unworthy if they violate this rule, and it will reflect poorly on the member who invited them. Do you understand, sir?"

"Yes, I get it."

"Very good sir. Welcome to our Dance Club. Enjoy your evening."

Magda wandered in muted darkness, as her husband guided her down a carpeted hallway, and then across a wooden floor. He'd occasionally give her some gentle direction, saying, "This way, darling," or "Stop here a moment." Finally they came to a stop, and Chris took her hand, and held it out, where it landed upon cold metal. Magda explored it a moment, and recognized it as the edge of a bar.

"Scotch please," Chris said to someone. "and, uh, a glass of wine, with one of those straws. Hello," he said to someone else.

"Hi," said a new voice, a few feet away. "Haven't seen you here, are you and your lovely wife new?"

"Yes, we are, this is our first time. We're not really sure what to expect, actually. Thank you." Chris must have been addressing a bartender, because he then said, "I'm going to put a straw in your mouth, honey. Here," Chris guided one of her hands to a wine glass, as Magda held tight to the bar with the other. Chris raised the glass a little higher, and Magda felt a straw touch her tongue. It was going through the ball in her mouth.

She quickly figured out how to get her tongue into a position to put suction on the straw, and soon she received a taste of an excellent red wine. Magda held the glass close and sucked her wine, listening to her husband's conversation with another man. She had to assume there was also another gagged and blinded woman present as well.

"Well, you catch on quick with the drink," the stranger said. "I'm sure you'll pick up the rest pretty fast as well. My wife and I are standing members, though we rarely get the chance to attend a dance; we're often busy on the nights they're held. We love these evenings. They're the highlight of our year."

"Cheers to that. I hope it's the same for my wife and I," Chris said. Magda heard to glasses clink. "May I say, your wife is stunning."

"Of course you should say, and thank you." said the stranger. "She loves compliments, don't you dear?" There was only silence. Perhaps the other woman was nodding.

Chris continued to mingle and make small talk, carefully guiding Magda by the arm. Magda clung hard to his forearm whenever there wasn't a bar to hold onto, and finished her glass of wine rather quickly. Chris took her back to the bar to get another, and talked with another 'couple'. All-in-all, he must have spoken to a dozen men, and complimented a dozen silent wives. Magda tried to keep track of how many couples were newcomers and how many were members. There seemed to be about twice as many members as first-timers.

Then in a moment, many voices went silent, as if everyone's attention was drawn. A voice rang out across the hall, calling everyone's attention. "Well good evening, everyone. It's so nice to see such a lovely group. I hope you've had a chance to get acquainted, because now, the next phase of our little gathering is going to start. Now, we enter the period where nobody is to talk. Like the beautiful women we have at our sides, masked and silent, so too shall we remain silent. So, let's have some music, and start dancing."

Music began to play, fast and fun, and Chris took Magda's drink away, then guided her out onto the dance floor. She quickly became caught up in the fun of dancing blind, always holding Chris tight against her body, or his hand tightly in hers. Soon she was having a wonderful time.

Chris danced with his wife in silence, amid the other couples. He'd met several of them, and while many of the wives appeared nervous to be dancing blind, others were clearly enjoying themselves, including Magda. The music came from a speaker system placed throughout the room, and there was no visible DJ. But whomever had laid out the order of music had been certain to place a slower song between every two or three up-tempo numbers, so that the couples could rest between the more vigorous dances.

Magda loved to dance. Chris soon noticed that she was getting looser during the fast numbers, letting go of Chris for a moment to twirl or wave her arms in the air if the tune called for it, oblivious to onlookers. But on the slow songs, she clung close, anchoring herself in her husband's arms.

Perhaps fifteen minutes into the dancing phase of the evening, Chris noticed a few men pulling a switch. They would dance close to another couple, and then, with a nod to each other, they would twirl their partners, and then side-step to swap with one another, trading wives. Coming out of a twirl, the women were eager for a man to cling to, and grasped their new partner tight. Some of them may have noticed the change, some may have been oblivious. But they all continued dancing as if everything were normal.

As a slow song played, Magda clung to Chris, her arms around his back. Another man had brought his wife close, and as the tune ended, he winked at Chris and nodded toward Magda. Chris nodded in response, and as the new song began, the man put his partner into a twirl, and released her hand. Chris did the same to his wife, and stepped toward the woman as the man stepped toward Magda. Both ladies finished the twirl and held out their hands, and the men caught the hands of each other's partners and continued dancing.

Chris lingered close to Magda and her new partner, as Chris's partner danced in front of him alluringly. She ran her hands up and down Chris's back, over his shoulders, and down his chest. She ground their hips together several times, clearly enjoying herself. Chris was having fun, but was also keeping a watch over Magda, as her dance partner got behind her and ran his hands up and down her sides, over her belly, and even down to her butt, where he gave her a squeeze. Magda jumped a tiny bit, but soon got right into dancing even more wildly.

All around the room, the women were dancing more provocatively. Perhaps aided by their blindness, unaware of the eyes they were drawing, they moved their bodies in sexy gyrations that they might have been ashamed knowing others had seen.

Chris knew from conversation that over half the women were members of the club, so they must have known about the partner switching. But as the swaps continued, all the women went with it. The newcomers either never noticed, or played along.

The man who'd addressed the group, who seemed to be some sort of authority -perhaps a senior member- led his own masked wife onto the dancefloor. She was a black-haired beauty in a black gown which split up past her waist, so that her bare hips showed whenever she stepped. It was fairly obvious that she was wearing no underwear. Her husband, a skinny older fellow, swapped her almost immediately, and she danced tango-style with a new partner, running her leg up his side as he held her hands. She wore heels, something no other woman on the dance floor had dared to try.

Chris's attention was divided between watching Magda, dancing with his current partner, and the amazing woman in the black dress, who moved with the confidence of Ginger Rogers, gliding blindly from man to man.

Magda was swapped again when he wasn't watching, and he lost track of her for a few minutes. He swapped his own partner with another man, and worked his new lady around the room, trying to spot Magda. He didn't until a slow number was playing. Then he saw her clinging to the chest of a black man much taller than Chris himself. This man held Magda tight against him, and she obviously knew from the width of his chest that he wasn't her husband. But Magda gave no sign of distress, and placed her head on her dance partner's chest, catching her breath.

The dancing went on for almost an hour. Chris danced with several more ladies, including the woman in the black dress, who nearly overwhelmed him with her elegance and erotic appeal. He was almost glad to pass her on to another man, though as soon as she was gone, he felt he wanted to be dancing with her again.

Chris had managed to end up only a few yards from Magda when the music of the last song finally ended. The attendant from the front door stood on a platform a little higher than the dance floor and announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, that was excellent dancing. Let's all give these ladies a round of applause." He started to clap, and all the men joined in. Chris noticed a few men swapping partners again, as they took both hands off their women to clap, and subtly stepped to a new partner. Chris thought about swapping back to Magda's side, but instead, stayed where he was.

After the applause died down, the attendant said, "Before the next phase of the evening begins, please take a twenty minute to half-hour break, as we prepare the room. The grounds are at your disposal, as are the side rooms. Please continue to observe the ordinance against speaking."

Each man led his current partner off in a different direction. Some stepped into smaller rooms off the ballroom, closing the door behind them. Many went out through four large sets of double doors, to enjoy the night air and the gardens. Magda's partner led her outside, so Chris followed, guiding his own partner along.

There was a pool with lounge chairs, and a garden with many sets of benches. Magda's man settled them onto a flat stone bench, with her in front of him, her back pressed against his chest. His hands were running up and down her sides, and Magda's hands were gripping his knees and thighs.

Chris brought his woman to another bench, where he could watch his wife over a hedgerow. Chris' partner was a voluptuous brunette, bigger bodied than Magda, but she moved with a self-confidence that said she knew how attractive she was. At first he settled in side-by-side to the brunette, but she had other ideas. She swung a leg around him, and shifted to straddle his hips. Chris reacted by spreading his legs out in a 45-degree angle, so she'd have a more stable platform to rest upon. The woman bounced her thighs on his and ran her hands up and down his chest, similar to a stripper giving a lapdance.

Looking across the hedge, Chris could tell that Magda was also clearly excited by the intimacy of the situation. Her arms were up and she was running her hands through the hair of her man, her head thrown back. The man was now blatantly fondling her breasts, and kissing her neck. Chris watched in astonishment as the man unbuttoned Magda's blouse. He pulled it open, revealing Magda's luscious tits, confined now only by her pink bra. Magda made no effort to cover herself; she kept her arms back above her head, opening herself to the man behind her.