I received the call from my Aunt Shirley this time. She sounded somewhat distressed and asked if I could come and visit her, she had something to tell me. I coaxed her into giving me a hint and she told me she had met a gentleman, who was not into the lifestyle, but good security for her future and could support her well.
I asked what the visit was all about and she confided in me that she had been talking with Ken & Carole, the friends we met at the New Years Eve dance, they were aware of what was going to happen and they wanted to have one big last fling together before Shirley buckled down.
My bag was packed into the car they went and I was off and running. As I drove there my mind was filling up with all sorts of things, what was this final fling to entail?
When I arrived at the house late that morning, Ken and Carole were at the house with Shirley. They came out greeting me in the front yard and told me to get in their car we were all going for lunch.
During this time we four sat and discussed what was about to transpire. I knew Shirley could use a husband and she informed me at that point to refer to her as Shirley NOT Aunt Shirley, especially when Bob, her new found friend was around. Was I to meet him? No, not this time, he was out-of-town, but this would be our last affair.
So what was the plan? The three of them told me that Ken and Carole would pick us up at 9:00 PM. The type of dress? Party type, but no underwear, no bra, no panties -- sounded like my kinda evening. I figured we would be going over to Ken and Carole's like before and have an evening of fun.
They showed up promptly at 9:00 PM and into their car we climbed and we were off -- no golf cart? We left the subdivision and a bottle of my favorite, Amaretto, was opened and each with a glass of ice we had drinks as we rode. We finished the bottle almost an hour later just as we began driving up this long driveway located way out in the country. Not a neighbor in site.
As we pulled up in front of the house a valet took the car and we were asked to step inside. Ken and Carole were greeted by the front doorman, so I assumed they had been there before. I wasn't sure where we were. The place was huge, it could've been a restaurant, a resort, a motel, a bed & breakfast -- who knew?
A very elegant couple stepped up to the four of us and Ken and Carole embraced them and welcomed them back. We were introduced as Shirley and her nephew. With that the woman responded with "How deliciously wicked".
I looked around and noticed everyone was dressed rather casual, but skimpy. Short dresses or skirts were the norm for the women and men were in mock turtles, jackets and jeans or dress slacks. Everyone was handsome or pretty, over 40 and built for sex.
The couple greeting everyone asked Ken and Carole if they would like to do the honors of giving their guests a tour or would they prefer the hosts do it. Carole spoke and said she would prefer to give us the tour.
Each of us were handed a glass of Amaretto on the rocks ( you thought they knew) they did know. Carole asked us to follow them and I gladly walked behind her as she started her wiggle of a walk that was soooo sensual.
Carole told us this was the meeting area, the place to get drinks, meet strangers and just relax. We wondered down the hallway and the first room to our right was rather large and a little dark. We stepped inside and saw this was the bondage room.
Carole explained that in this club, no meant no, we would be allowed to go anywhere inside and use any facility we desired, but if anyone wanted to do something we didn't like, just say no and it would cease. Likewise if we were to engage in a situation that someone didn't like, if they said no, we were to stop and walk away.
While in the room, Carole pointed out that there were numerous restraints, tables and so forth. No harm would come to anyone. This club was a no pain club. I noticed a swing hanging from the ceiling, I figured someone would step into the loops and it would keep their legs separated exposing all parts of their body.
We left that room and Carole took us to the next room, another large room. This room had a small stage with lighting much like a theater across the ceiling pointing to the stage. There were different tables, cushions and pads off to the side. There were 4 cameras that I could see pointing at the stage and several TV monitors all around the room. The room was strewn with futons, beanbags, chaise type chairs and sofas, all facing the stage. Carole admitted this was her favorite room.
The last room had one single padded table in the middle of the room with several overhead lights.
We went back to the greeting room, had another drink and then Carole said " it's about that time". I looked at my watch and it was 10:00 PM. So I asked -- what time is that? She told us to follow her. We went into this room that looked like a high school locker room. Large lockers, but no locks and two rows of showers 20 ft. long, no barriers. We were to remove our clothing and put on the silk robe that was in the locker.
When we went back into the greeting room someone had opened the floodgates. There were people coming in the front door hugging and greeting one another. As they finished their greeting they walked past Shirley and I and we could hear little remarks such "fresh meat" or "she looks good enough to eat" or yum, yum. All paraded off to the locker room.
Several minutes later a few dozen people had filled the greeting room. Some of them in their robes, others naked with their robes draped over their arms. I couldn't help but look around. There were men that were muscular, pudgy, slender with cocks of average size to well hung, women with narrow to full hips, small tits to pendulous ones, long hair or short. There was every conceivable body available. Some women were shaven, others had a full bush.