It all began quite innocently. My husband and I heard of a little known, by invitation only, club where after 2 a.m. apparently anything and everything goes. The club is located in the mountains, in Nevada, almost on the California border between Reno and Lake Tahoe.
I'm sorry. I am getting a little ahead of the story. My name is Rhonda and my husband is Lee we are in our mid-thirties and have been married 12 years. You need to understand a little about my past to understand the story that follows. First, due to a birth defect, I am unable to conceive. The defect was detected when I was thirteen and having that safety factor, I became sexually active at the age of sixteen. I was careful and never had unprotected sex. And yes, I enjoyed sex, and still do.
Lee knew that I was not a candidate for being a virgin bride before we married, but we loved each other and my past didn't bother him. We enjoy great sex and we spice it up from time-to-time by attending strip clubs and bringing home adult videos. I have been faithful to him since we married but I will admit to a couple of sexual encounters shortly after we were engaged.
One thing more, ever since my dad took me for a ride on the Matter-horn at Disneyland when I was just big enough to ride, I have always loved riding roller coasters. A good roller coaster has always represented the epitome of excitement and thrills to me. However, I do not depend on roller coasters for all of my excitement and since my first sexual encounter; I found that sex gives me a different but equal thrill and excitement to that of a roller coaster. Also, there is another parallel: I don't have to have either on a regular or sustained basis but I won't pass up an opportunity when it is provided.
We are both tall, Lee is 6' 2" and I am 5' 11" and we are both excellent physical specimens. I have to admit that I turn heads, almost no matter what I wear, and I enjoy it. Lee loves to show me off but he becomes very jealous when he thinks things have gone too far or that things are getting a little out of hand.
The story began when Lee came home one night telling about this club in Nevada. One of his buddies and his wife along with two other friends had been there last weekend and had filled Lee's head with wild stories about the club. It sounded quite exotic and I questioned him in detail about it. After he had told all that he knew he asked if I would like to try it. I had to admit it sounded exciting, but I had serious reservations about it. I didn't express my feelings though and told him if he wanted to try it once, I would be willing go along with it.
Early the next week Lee came home and told me we had reservations in Reno for the weekend and he had instructions for getting to the club and an invitation. I could tell that he was excited about the adventure. I still had serious reservations and now I made them know to him. My chief concern was that the activities sounded very much like a very big, controlled, or maybe uncontrolled orgy. I didn't know if I could handle that.
As I mentioned, I have been faithful to Lee since the day we married and I have no reason to suspect that he has not been faithful to me. Yes, we have played around with other couples and friends but it had never gone beyond a grope and sometimes some rather serious foreplay. But that is where it always ended. Our sex after the play sessions has always been extra hot and wild. Returning to the roller coaster analogy again; when I go to a park with a good roller coaster, I don't want to leave. With sex, when I get fired up, I don't want to quit. Lee has had to turn me off at more than one party where things were getting wild. He was always a gentleman but he removed me from the heat when necessary.
What I could determine from Lee's descriptions sounded like activities at the club went well beyond watching, feeling, and groping. I was assured of my feelings when I found out that we would both have to have a medical check-up and carry the papers attesting to our being free from disease. I protested but Lee cajoled me into getting the check-up.
We live in Vacaville, CA so the drive on Friday afternoon to Reno wasn't bad. We checked in to our hotel and had supper. Back in the room, Lee made a couple of phone calls. He got off the phone and came to me with a broad grin on his face and told me we were all set for the club and that we should get a little nap before we headed out. There was no sense in arriving until after midnight.
We lay down to take a nap and Lee started to play around. I told him to save it for after our return from the club. We arose and dressed about 11:30. Lee had me bring some of my sexy outfits. I put on a garter belt and hose, an almost transparent thong and a cocktail dress with a hem that came down just below the band on the stockings. The dress was cut deep on the front and back, not allowing a bra to be worn with it. My hair comes down to the middle of my back and I wore it simply brushed back.
I could tell by Lee's looks that he approved He is very funny because as I noted before, He loves to show me off, he loves to see me play around, and yet he has a jealous streak that runs from top to bottom and becomes very apparent if he feels I am going too far or that a male is taking advantage.
We arrived at the club just before one. It was very secluded, yet perched on a hill top from which you could see a little of Lake Tahoe in the distance. Upon entering there was no apparent difference from other strip clubs we had visited except that we had to go through a rather extensive check-in process. Getting checked in seemed to go on and on and just as I had decided that I really didn't want to do this and was about to ask Lee to leave, our processing was completed and we went in. Lee assured me that it would not be like this in the future. I told him that I wasn't sure there would be a future.
As we found a table, there was a gorgeous red-head on stage doing her number. I have to admit, you couldn't ask for a more perfect body and her dance was hot. When we came in she had already removed all of her costume and was dry humping the pole.