Lee came home on Wednesday several weeks later and reported that we had reservations for Reno over the weekend. I didn't have to ask, but I did anyway, whether we would be going to the club. He said, "Yes," and went on to tell me that we would be going with one of his associates and his wife. I knew the couple slightly from company functions and I liked them. They were about seven years our junior and they were a very attractive couple. Lee told me that the couple, Ray and Yvonne, had been to the club several times and that it was Ray that had initially told him about it.
The news was upsetting to me on the one hand and on the other, a return trip sounded kind of exciting. Before the weekend came, I bought two new outfits and my attitude warmed more to the idea of going back to the club. I made up my mind that I would go, that I would ride the roller coaster, and that I was going to have a good time, whatever that meant.
Thursday Lee informed me that we would be staying close to the club at Lake Tahoe. Ray had connections and was able to get a place at the lake on short notice. By the time Friday came, I was actually becoming excited about the trip. I was having fantasies parade before me and I knew Lee would blow his lid if he had any idea what fantasies I was entertaining.
Friday afternoon we picked up Ray and Yvonne and we were in a beautiful condo at Lake Tahoe before dinner. My recollection of Ray and Yvonne didn't do them justice. He's the same height as Lee but more muscular. Yvonne is a little shorter than I but she has a knock-out figure and she dresses to show it, even in jeans and a blouse. During dinner I was aware that Ray was paying a lot of attention to me and Yvonne was paying a lot of attention to Lee. We returned to our condo after dinner and went to our bedrooms for a nap and then dress for the evening. We were going to leave at 12:30 a.m. for the club.
When it was time to dress I asked Lee to get a quick shower and then stay out of the bathroom until I was dressed. I wanted to surprise him. When he was through, I showered and dressed in one of the new outfits. It consisted of a sexy sheer thong, a skimpy white wrap-around skirt that wrapped around with about ten inches of overlap and had a hemline that met the middle of the band on my black thigh-high stockings. I topped the skirt with a black, sheer, front buttoning blouse (it was almost transparent). Under the blouse I wore a sheer strapless black bra. Wearing the bra and the blouse you could still just make out my areolas and nipples. The outfit was completed with a pair of 5" "fuck me" strap-ons and a white jacket.
Once I was satisfied with my makeup, I called to Lee that I was coming out. I stepped into the bedroom just as he was taking a drink of soda. When he saw me he choked and spit out some of the drink he had just started to swallow. Fortunately, he missed his shirt. Then he put on a monstrous smile. Obviously, he liked it. Then he said, "Now let's see what you look like without the jacket." When I took the jacket off, he about choked again.
Once he caught his breath he said, "Good God honey, you look fantastic. "But do you think you should be going out dressed like that?" I asked him what he meant. He said, "You look like you are going out to troll for cock." I told him I certainly wouldn't wear the outfit to church or to work but that it certainly seemed appropriate for tonight. I could see now that he was not happy with my exposed look and I was a little shocked and a little pissed.
I said, rather sarcastically, "Would you rather I change back into the jeans and shirt that I wore up here?"
With that he shot back, "I'm sorry, but without the jacket you look like a hooker."
This made me mad and I fired back, "Look Lee, you know what this club is about. You know my feelings about the club. Well, you wanted to come back and I didn't put up a fuss. So, if I'm going back to the club, and we know what the club is all about, I'm going to go and have fun in whatever form that takes. Right now is the time to call this whole thing off if you don't like what you are thinking might, and possible could, happen."
He started to reply with "Honey..." and I cut him off and spat at him, "Lee, make up your damned mind. Are we going to the club, or not? If we go I'm staying dressed as I am and I am going to do whatever I feel like doing there. If that doesn't work for you then we had better stay here, it's not too far to go to Reno, or we can go home."
I could see I had caught him completely off-guard. He stood open mouthed for a moment and then said, "Gee, honey, I wasn't prepared for this. I thought we could go and have a good time just like we did before. I didn't realize you were going to go this far with it."
I softened. I knew he couldn't understand how the club had affected me. I asked him to sit down and then I explained again how hot I had been before and how I didn't know how I would respond if I went back. I told him that I loved him more than anything but that the environment at the club was something I had never experienced before and that it gave me a strange and erotic feeling and that I couldn't promise how I would react or what might happen tonight.
He sheepishly asked me if we went would I have sex with another man. I told him that I would like to think not but I truly didn't know how I would react when it came right down to the final act. I then asked him what he would do if I did have sex at the club. He didn't know.
So I finally said, "Well sweet, it's up to you. If we stay here, we know we are safe. If we go to the club we take our chances. Do you want to take the risk?"
As he started to get up, he replied, "Honey, I trust you to do the right thing, let's go."
I yanked him back down and said, "Not so fast buddy, you're not going to dump the blame for whatever might happen tonight on me. I have been honest with you and told you how I feel about the place. If you can't live with the thought that I might get fucked by someone else, then we need to stay here. If we go, you had better be ready to accept the consequences, whatever they might be."
