“Let’s try it, baby,” Max said to me, “Come on…it’s been so long since we’ve been to a sex club. I promise we’ll only do what you are comfortable with.”
I wasn’t sure we should go back to a sex club. Oh, I had thought about it, a lot, especially after we had gone to one on our staycation when we were living down south. I enjoyed going with Max back then, but things were different between us now that we had reconnected in New York. We were living together in a committed relationship, and we were in love. I didn’t want anything, or anyone, to come between us.
Last time we went to the sex club we were just watching, not participating. I was worried if we went to this sex club and interacted with other partners before we were ready, it might ruin what we had with each other.
Our new neighbor friend, Ron, had explained he went to this exact sex club with his ex-wife. He told us about the club and even gave us the card so we had the information. Since his relationship didn’t end well, I thought maybe Max and I weren’t ready for whatever was going on inside that club.
I suggested to Max that we go to a strip club instead. He had been to them before, of course, and I had too. I figured if we could get comfortable together in that environment, then a sex club could be the next step.
So Max and I went to a strip club he had been to before and said was nice. We walked in holding hands and sat at a table away from the stage. I just needed to watch and get my bearings before getting too close.
We had some drinks, and I told Max I should buy him a lap dance. I saw every other table had girls doing that. Max did not object. I requested it when the next worker came by our table.
The girl took my money and said someone would be by soon. A sexy curvy brunette walked over to us, well to Max, naked except for a g-string.
“Hi baby,” she said. Fuck, don’t say that! That’s MY name for MY man. I tried not to glare at her like I wanted her to go far away, but that’s how I felt. It wasn’t just the words she used, it was how Max responded to her words that immediately made me want to throat-punch her. But I resisted that urge.
She climbed on Max’s lap straddling him, wrapped her fingers in his gorgeous wavy hair, and started whispering in his ear. Fuck. I moved closer to them, and he put his hands on her ass. I choked a little and tried to hide it. Max looked at me and winked. What did that mean? What was he thinking? I was so not good with this, even though I wanted to be understanding, for him.
After a couple of minutes, she climbed off of him and stuck her waist out at him. He put a few dollars in her g-string. Great… I smiled weakly as she walked away.
“Thanks, baby,” Max said and kissed me as she walked away.
“You’re welcome,” I managed.
“I just wanted that to be you the whole time…” he said, “You do that, and better.” I smiled. That was a good thing for him to say.
“You are good to me,” I said, kissing him. That was true.
“Maybe you would enjoy that more if you were a part of it?” Max asked.
“Maybe,” I lied. I didn’t want any woman to touch him ever. Why couldn’t I just tell him that? Because I was a hypocrite. I loved to have other men’s hands, and their everything else, on me. Why couldn’t I enjoy the opposite? I loved Max. I trusted Max. I just couldn’t figure out how to give this to him.
“They have rooms…” he said. He looked so excited about doing this, I just couldn’t say no. Even though I didn’t know if it was something I could do.
“Ok,” I offered. Max spoke to the next worker who came by and arranged everything. I smiled but didn’t say a word. I so wanted to make him happy. A few minutes later a girl came back to show us to the back room. Max held my hand and smiled. He had no idea I didn’t want this. I didn’t have the heart to tell him, he looked so happy.
We arrived in the back room and this woman started immediately stripping. Max looked at me with a what now look, but I didn’t know what to expect.
I smiled so they would think everything was ok. Then she turned her attention to Max, grinding her naked body against him. Although he was still clothed, I cringed inside. She kissed him, and I felt panic in my chest and throat. I tried to swallow it.
When her hands moved to her ass and she moaned, I swallowed thinking I was going to die of a heart attack. I felt my panic rising. The tears flowed, and I couldn't stop them. I tried to be silent so Max wouldn’t notice my awful reaction. I wanted him to enjoy this, and I knew it was wrong of me to even want to stop it. I needed to support his fantasies and desires too.
She rubbed her hard nipple along his lips, and I must have made a sound because Max finally looked at me. He let go of her and came over to me.
“What, baby?” he asked, “Are you ok?”
“Yes,” I lied, not able to hide my tears.
“No you aren’t!” he said, “You don’t want this? Why didn’t you just say so?”
“I want it if you do, baby,” I said. “Maybe I just can’t watch it. I’ll just leave. That would be better because I’m going to throw up or pass out or both. I just can’t share you. I’m sorry. It’s wrong of me. I know that. I just don’t know what to do.”
“Not this,” Max said definitively, picking up his shirt and putting it back on. “We aren’t going to do this! We only do what we both feel comfortable with. Always. No compromise.”
“No baby,” I said, “Keep going, I'll just figure out how to deal with it. I will.”
“No!” he said, more demanding, “This isn’t what I want. I thought you did.”
He thanked the girl, and we left the room. Once we were outside and walking on the street, I started crying again. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t hold it back.
“Oh baby,” Max said as he stopped walking and put his arms around me, “why didn’t you just say something to me?”
“I thought you wanted that,” I said, “I’d do anything to make you happy.”
“Lie to me?” he accused, “That won’t ever make me happy.”
“I didn’t lie…I…” I started.
“You didn’t tell me how you were feeling,” he said, “same thing.”
“No…I…” I tried to find the words. “I don’t know what I’m doing…maybe you should leave me.” I had never had that thought. Ever. And as soon as I said it, I felt panic again. What if he said ok?
“Never,” he said, pulling me closer and kissing me. Whew!
“I’m sorry,” I said, “I love you, baby, and I can’t live without you. I just feel bad. I want to give you all of your sexual desires. All of them.”
“But you have,” he said, “It’s you. You are everything I desire. And everything that turns you on, turns me on. I can’t explain it all in words. It just is. I don’t want you to forget that’s why we are having adventures. It’s fun for both of us. Don’t ever…” I saw him swallow. He was getting choked up too.
“I understand now, baby,” I said, “I’m sorry I didn’t before.”
After our misunderstanding at the strip club, I was determined to make our trip to the sex club better. Our friendly voyeur neighbor Ron, suggested the club to us, and I thought it might be more our speed. I figured a place where there were women and men, as well as different poly combinations, would be more comfortable for me. Then anything goes without expectation or judgment. I figured I could be comfortable in that kind of environment. Of course I couldn’t help but smile at the thought that I have numerous holes, and I could cum lots of times. It just made sense to me to have more than one man to please me.
“Are you sure?” Max asked as we were entering the sex club.
“Yes, baby,” I said, “we’re just going to do what feels right, for both of us.” I held his hand. It had been a few weeks since our failed attempt to have fun at the strip club.
“Exactly,” Max said, kissing me. We were dressed to kill. Max in a sleek black shirt and trendy jeans, and me in a sexy black dress with no undergarments.
We made small talk with the woman at the front desk who checked us in and gave us an overview of what they had there. It was wild to hear about the kinky layout. Gang bang rooms, all girls rooms, all guys rooms, and on and on. Then she asked how we heard about the place. We told her our neighbor Ron told us about it. She described him, and I said yes that was him. She told us that he was here tonight and my heart sped up. I hadn’t thought about that scenario. Maybe tonight he would do more than just watch us have sex. Would Max be ok with that? It sure seemed like he was open to the idea.
We went in and started to look around the club. Everything was surprisingly clean and well-lit where it needed to be, but dimly lit where it should be. We peeked in a few rooms, but I couldn’t stay in any of them. There were combinations of people having sex, pleasuring others with their mouths, and masturbating. It was very real, and very raw sex. It was hot, but also overwhelming. Maybe I wasn’t ready. I decided I needed a drink to calm my nerves, so we headed to the bar.
After a couple of drinks, I loosened up. Max and I were joking and laughing with the bartender and the other people at the bar with us. I was definitely feeling more comfortable. Then I saw him, Ron. We locked eyes. He headed right over to me. I tapped Max on the shoulder to alert him.
“It’s ok, baby,” Max whispered when he saw Ron. Max slid his hand down my back to calm me. “Hey!” Max said as Ron approached. They shook hands.
“Look at you!” Ron said to me, planting a big kiss on my cheek, “I’m so glad you guys came.” I laughed since we had been here for a while and hadn’t cum. I wondered if Ron had cum already? And with who, or what combination of people. This place made me have some bizarre thoughts.
“We have had a good time at the bar,” Max said, “but the rooms have been a little intimidating for us.” Thank you Max for putting it all out there.
“I get that!” Ron said, “When I first came with my wife, we had no idea what to do!”
“So how did you start?” I asked and immediately wished I could take it back. It was an invasive question, and he was divorced now so clearly it wasn’t a good move, right? I hated making people uncomfortable.
“We started in a room that was mostly empty,” Ron said, “that helped.” Well, that made sense.
“Sounds like we need a tour guide like you!” Max said and we all laughed.
“I’m happy to help whenever you’re ready,” Ron said. We ordered another round of drinks.
Once we finished our drinks I said to Ron, “I’m ready.”
“Me too,” Ron said, grabbing his cock in his pants and laughing. I laughed too, reaching for Max’s cock.
“Oh,” I said, “he’s not yet. Let’s go find some fun!”
“Baby…” Max said looking into my eyes, “Are you sure?”
“Yes baby,” I said, “let’s give it a try!”
“Let’s go!” Ron said as Max and I followed. We walked around with Ron telling us about each area. After having a few drinks, I found everything more humorous and less intimidating.
“So what are you into?” Ron asked me, “Besides being watched...” he smiled knowingly.
“Before I reconnected with Max I was with two men at the same time,” I blurted without thinking. Maybe I shouldn’t tell Ron all of my kinky desires?
“Really?” Ron smiled. Did he think I was asking him to join Max and me? Was I?
“Is that something you want to do Max? Share her?” Ron said not holding back.
“I never have,” Max said, “but yes, it’s something I’ve been thinking about. A lot lately.”
“Do you want sex with the man who joins your threesome too?” Ron asked.
“No,” Max said, “I think I’m just into knowing that another guy wants my hot woman so much but she’s mine. And I don’t think I’m bisexual, although I have no problem with it.” Wow, Max was feeling comfortable with the lingo. I smiled. Had I corrupted him, or had I just let him feel comfortable to let it out? Either way, he was making me hot.
“Good to know,” Ron said, “Let’s find the right room for you two.”
“Ohhhh,” Ron said as he opened the door to a room, “Good timing…”