Steven was outside thinking about what he had just witnessed only a few hours ago. He had come home for lunch to see how Dawn, his wife, liked her gift but as he walked towards the front door of his house he heard something curious. Moaning could be heard how ever faint it was.
So he quietly moved to the bedroom window not knowing what to expect, but relieved when he found her alone and wearing the dress that he had bought for her. The thing was remarkable on her and he wasn't the only one that thought so. She was standing at the end of the bed with one hand moving all over her body while the other was busy between her legs.
Steven couldn't imagine what she was thinking at the time, but she was talking to herself. Her eyes were closed through the entire thing and he could see her lips mouthing the words 'fuck her.'
He watched her fingering herself until she was screaming out and collapsed to the floor before he made his way back to his car. The sight had caused something to stir within him and his mind was flooded with images of other men fucking his wife. The troubling thing was that it turned him on.
At work he tried to keep his mind on his work, but those images kept slipping back into his head. He had even gone into the bathroom and jerked off hoping that would fix the problem, but it had not.
When break came around he was grateful because it allowed him to go for a walk outside. As he was rounding the corned of the building where the smokers took their breaks he walked up on a conversation in progress.
"I don't know what came over me." Gwen was telling her friend. They were outside on their break. "It was that new club. You know which one. But anyway there we were about to walk in," she was talking in a low tone. But her voice carried and Steven had heard.
He had only heard stories about the Club Manitou, but he had never known anyone to have actually been there. The place hadn't been open long, but even in that short amount of time the club has acquired a certain mystique. There are rumors of orgies and gangbangs floating around about the club. That people that go in are changed when they come out. The reason is rumored to be the pleasure rooms.
There are rooms where couples go to experience other couples and it is said that anything goes in the rooms; women fucking women and lovers fucking complete strangers and even family fucking family.
"This was going to be our night out together. Dad and I had been planning it for sometime now." The young woman giggled, "I told him not to look for me because I was going to look for a man for the night."
"Well did you find one?" the eager friend asked.
"Well it was really strange, because there were four rooms," she paused to take a puff off her cigarette. "There was music thumping in the background and the first room was a dinning room. Here everyone was dressed up. I mean 'black tie affair' dressed up.
"They took us to our seats. I was wearing that black tight dress that is split up the right side. I had never been to a place like this so I had also put on my stockings and garter belt. I strolled in there in four-inch high heels that laced up my smooth calves and instantly guys were staring."
He friend gasped, "What did you do? I don't think I would have the courage to walk in there like that."
"Even just walking in there caused a change in me. I was excited and aroused by the place. Then after a few drinks things started happening fast. My father sat beside me as we ate and suddenly noticed how turned on I was. My arm had brushed up against my breast and my nipple seemed to explode with pleasure."
"Oh my god!"
Steven had to move closer to the women to hear. Her voice had dropped to a low whisper and her voice was quivering.
"I just froze because it felt sooo ggooooddd. I looked at my father out of the corner of my eye to see if he had noticed, but what I saw shocked me. He had pretended to scratch himself as he watched the women that were in the room, but instead he grabbed the bulge in his pants and stroked it a few times."
The friend sucked in a gasp of air from shock, "He was jerking himself? No! You have got to be kidding."
"Nope," came Gwen's reply. "I could feel his leg pressed against mine and I wondered if I had given him that boner. There were women dressed in skintight dresses that were cut very, very short. It was no wonder why he had a hard-on, but as time went on I noticed that he kept having to arrange himself."
"That's disgusting. He should have been a shamed. If your mother was still alive—well, " her voice just trailed off leaving her comment incomplete.
The young woman hesitated a moment, "Well I have a confession to make." It seemed like an eternity before she spoke again. "I don't know if it was the music, the drink, or the club itself, but I got so turned on by it that I just pretended he wasn't my father.
