10 minutes after the Uber picked her up, I headed to the club.
I entered the large warehouse, expecting to see a regular night club, a bar with a large dance floor, wild lighting, and loud music played by a DJ.
Just inside the door there were 2 rather large, ominous fellows wearing black t-shirts too small to hide their bulging muscles, with yellow letters 'security' across the back and 2 very voluptuous, extremely sexy, scantily clad middle-aged ladies sitting at a table, with cameras on the top of their laptops.
It was dimly lit, and so many people I realized it would be difficult to locate Murray and Ruth. I might have to wait until tomorrow to confront them at his house.
"Here for the auction or just to swing?" The voluptuous, 'Dolly Parton' lookalike blonde smiled, looking up at me, holding out a pamphlet.
I took the pamphlet, opened my mouth, but I couldn't answer, I didn't know ... this was not at all what I'd expected. Actually, I had no idea what I did expect; but my eyes were ogling her abundant breasts, barely covered in a loosely crocheted bikini type top with white flowers to teasingly barely covering her areoles, and brown extended centers like poking nipples.
Remember I haven't had sex for over a week, missing 2 Fridays where I normally get my share with my sexy wife; so, I remained holding a long gaze, and I felt a familiar twinge in my genitals.
"You look lost ... first time here?" I look to my left, a stunning green-eyed redhead, maybe 5'2" with a beaming chubby cheeked, happy face, put her hands around my arm. "Step aside," she tugged me gently to the side, "We'll move over here, I'll explain."
We moved a few feet aside, to let others pass.
"This is a sex club," she giggled like a schoolgirl, "Oh, I guess that's obvious you're here."
Gawd she's not just an enticing sexy young girl, she's so bubbly, so full of life it's exuding; I'm instantly attracted to her energetic vibe, and her braless bodacious boobs straining against a green t-shirt that says, 'Plays Well With Others' grabs my undivided attention.
"Ok, being your first time, you can get an observer red wrist band for 25 bucks and that allows you to join in any of the activity areas tonight, but the next time you return, your picture has been recorded on their laptop; there are different priced wristbands depending on the area or areas you choose to participate in; that's all explained in the brochure."
She holds up her wrist, "I'm gold, a yearly member open to anything. I know this place very well, better than most; I'll give you a personal tour, but first you need to decide whether you need a wristband. There's still time, you can decide later if you want to bid."
I give her a puzzled look, "Bid?"
She opens the leaflet. "Last week there was an open audition for BDSM; 5 Subs volunteered to be auctioned tonight; these are them." She points to the pictures in the pamphlet I received.
"Tonight, there will be a brief BDSM demo, then the volunteers are auctioned, the highest bidder, owns them for the evening, and can participate with them however they choose."
I see Ruth's picture, she's one of the 5 Subs, my throat tightens, my heart shifts into hyperdrive. There is a small blurb beside her full-frontal nude pic.
'Cheating housewife' Hubby doesn't have a clue about my nasty desires. I love rough sex, pain is my foreplay, what's yours? I need much more sex than I'm getting at home, can you satisfy me?
I'm numb, those words stung like a sword clear through my heart.
I didn't have a clue; I didn't even have suspicions.
My trance is broken by the little fireball on my arm. "I'm Delila, those that know me, call me 'Red' get your rookie wristband, I'll show you around, you can come back later and register if you choose to bid."
I pull $25 from my wallet, the busty blonde takes it, hands me a red wristband. "Welcome." Her fingers linger on my hand, her sparkling eyes gaze into mine; in a low husky voice, slower more deliberate, "I mean ... well ... cum ..." She winked; her insinuation was received loud and clear.
"Do you wish to remain anonymous, or do you have a name?" Red squeezed my arm, dragging me to an area with white, sheer sheets hanging from ceiling to floor.
"I'm Brock," I smiled. Feeling slightly better navigating through the crowd with her as my arm candy.
"Pleased to make your acquaintance Brock. This is a semiprivate hook up area, closed sheers for semi privacy, any number, to full on orgies, if the curtains are open you may ask to participate. Don't be upset if you're turned down, many couples have certain ways they wish to play, for example, a couple may want only another girl, or a guy. A lesbian couple may want another couple or a single male maybe someone only wants another woman, maybe younger, maybe older.
So, smile and move on until you find someone to share pleasure with."
We pass the sheeted area to a huge room with wall-to-wall cushioned mats, there are several people in small groups, all in various stages of dress, some naked all involved in some sort of sexual activities.
"The 'Playpen' anything goes, a free for all room, orgies going on here all night," Red stretches up, kisses my cheek, "my favorite room, this entire room is a come and go as you please, always some great action to be had in here, if you're not happy with who you're with, move over to someone else. Everyone in here is willing to play, having no reason to say no. I spend hours in here." She points to the upper walls, "there's a balcony overview if your voyeur inclined.
Red opens a door to a huge red room with 2 mirrored walls. "The Red Room, for exhibitionists," I see couples and threesomes in various sex positions, all sorts of toys and sex apparatus being utilized.
Red giggles. "The mirrors are also one-way; shy voyeurs are on the other side."
There is an announcement from ceiling speakers that until now I hadn't realized were playing soft jazz.
"20 minutes to the BDSM show time, followed by the Sub auction."
Red stops me, "I know this is all new to you Brock, but I'd like you to explore the club with me tonight, whichever room you choose."
Red lifts my hand under her tee to fondle her soft mounds, kisses me, passionate, steamy, exciting.
"I'd like you to discover if my carpet matches the drapes."
She rubs my crotch seductively.
"I'd like to discover what type of cock Brock wields."
"I'd like that too Red, but first I have something I want to do with my wife."
Red looks stunned, "I thought you were here alone."
I held up the pamphlet, pointed to Ruth's picture. "I followed her here; I am the clueless hubby. I'm going to buy her and my freedom tonight."
I put my arm around Red. "C'mon let's go have some fun."
I returned to the front entrance, registered for a bid card with the big-bosomed blonde.
"Good Luck," she said, her bright blue eyes sparkling as she handed me the bid card. "If, you don't win, come find me, I'll gladly submit."
I smiled and was seriously considering a witty response, but Red spoke first, "We'll be Baa-aack." In an attempt to mimic Arnold Schwarzenegger. We all chuckled.
Red led me to the 'Dungeon' area to observe the BDSM show.