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.
"We talked while we ate and I felt the pressure of his leg so much. I would put my hand in my lap so I could feel his muscular leg. I use to watch him while he worked out at the house. Watch him lifting weights until he glistened with sweat until I started having bad thoughts. So I had to stop watching because I was having strange urges.
So she continued on with her story, "Anyway while we talked I would place my hand on his leg absentmindedly. Remembering what his legs looked like when they were wet with sweat. There was a stirring in me and when he placed his hand on my leg I almost came right then."
"He put his hand on your leg?" Her tone was changed from disgust to interest. "What did he do? Did he feel up your leg?" There was a hint of desire in the young woman's voice.
'She is really getting turned on by this,' Steven thought to himself.
"At first he just rested his hand there, but after several drinks he started to move his fingers. I just pretended not to notice. Then I got bold and brushed my hand against the bulge in his pants and was shocked at how hard he was. It took me a second to realize that it was his cock that I was feeling and not his leg, but he didn't seem to mind.
"He just looked at me and smile as his fingers caressed my stocking-covered thigh. Which caused my fountain to flow. I was so wet that I was afraid I would leave a stain. I opened my legs slightly and placed my hand back on his cock feeling it. I ran my hand down its length as I pressed it against his leg.
"His fingers traced the top of my stockings I brushed my arm against breast again and had an orgasm right then and there. I moaned and grabbed his cock hard with my hand. I guess it scared him because he pulled his hand back like he had just touched fire.
"I this wave of pleasure wash over me and then heat. I was on fire. And just then a man appeared and asked us if we would like to enter one of the other rooms. Neither one of us was thinking about food anymore, so my father said yes.
"The man walked us to a changing room and explained that in these rooms anything goes. 'When you change in to these clothes you will become someone else. So try to enjoy it.' He gave us a cloak and a cloth mask, but in the changing room there were other kinds of masks. I chose a silk mask that covered my face from the bridge of the nose down to the chin. It was a deep purple color that had a matching hooded veil.
"We didn't have anything on but the cloaks, that touched the floor, and the masks. Well almost nothing. I still had on my garters and stockings, but nothing else. Black lights lit the hallways. Music was thumping in one room. There were spinning lights and lasers that lit up the dance floor. People were dancing to the music. Some wore colored paint that glowed in the black light. This made it look as if the stars themselves were here moving to the music.
"There was people on their knees with their faces buried in the crotch of one person and their hands up the cloaks of another person. Men and women were sucking and fucking each other and when they were done with one they'd move on to the next person.
