We ate in the hotel restaurant. I had eggs benedict, Aaron had huevos rancheros. I took a sip of my Bloody Mary and meekly confessed, “You were great this morning. I am surprised at how strongly I reacted.”
“I was surprised as well. I do not ever remember you being that turned on,” Aaron reflected.
My face and upper chest were burning crimson now from embarrassment. “No, I have never climaxed like that before. Once I started, I could not seem to stop.” I took another sip of my Bloody Mary, looked into his eyes and said, “I might have said some things in the heat of the moment, when I was not thinking too clearly, that I wish I had not.”
“Baby, the way you responded this morning, you are not going to try to tell me that the thought of doing this does not excite you, are you?”
“Aaron, you know me too well. You know you are the only man I have ever been with. I take a great deal of pride in that fact. I know you do, too. This morning was a lot of fun as a fantasy, but I think we should keep it that way; a wicked fantasy that we can visit from time to time.” I tried to backtrack on some of the things to which I agreed earlier.
“Anne, I saw how you responded to this fantasy, as you call it. I have been hard all morning just thinking about any part of that becoming a reality.”
“Aaron, I think this is a very dangerous game we’d be playing. I am not sure you would like it, or could handle it, if you actually saw me dancing with someone, exposed like you suggested, and this guy’s hands were all over me, right in front of you. I think you might get more jealous than you think. And you might feel very different about me afterward.”
“Anne, I promise you… no, I give you my word, I will not get mad at you, no matter what happens. I know you will be doing this for me. This will be on me.”
“I still think this is very dangerous,” I replied in a weak protest, but I did not actually refuse to do it.
The scene that my husband had created, that continued to haunt my thoughts, was simply too appealing. I knew that we should not play with fire. One or both of us could get badly burned.
I could feel a knot of pure anxiety in the pit of my stomach. I have to admit, deep down, part of me actually wanted this. Part of me wanted my husband to continue to persuade, and perhaps even coerce me forward. To the extent that I was pressured into this, my personal culpability and guilt would be reduced. Before agreeing to any of this, I needed to be able to say truthfully, ‘Aaron, I only did this because you wanted me to. I only did this for you.’
Aaron looked at me with a combination of lust, desire, affection and admiration that I had never detected previously.
He smiled and said, “Promise me you will think about this today, and seriously consider doing it. If tonight, after giving it serious consideration, you really do not want to do it, I will drop it for now. But if the thought of doing this continues to arouse you during the day, and on some deep core level this is something that you would enjoy, I want you to promise me that you will be honest and tell me. Being here, in Houston, tonight, without the kids, is a unique opportunity that we won’t have again. Think about it, please? Will you promise me that?”
I nodded my head while looking down at the floor. I was too ashamed of my wanton desires to look my husband in the eye at that moment.
“Let me hear you say it. Promise me.” Aaron insisted I articulate the promise.
“I promise, I will think about this and consider it.”
I was a little surprised at how wet and ready my vagina was. The gusset of my panties was soaked. I went to the ladies room and placed some folded toilet paper in the gusset of my panties to absorb some of my secretions.
Aaron was exceptionally attentive and affectionate all afternoon. We held hands as we shopped at the Galleria, he stopped and kissed me several times during the afternoon as watched the ice skaters at the mall, and he affectionately massaged my thigh while we had ice cream at a quaint little shop. I felt loved and desirable, and if I am honest, safe.
But all the while I couldn’t shed the image of my husband’s bizarre request. ‘What was wrong with me? Why was the thought of this scenario so exciting?’
By late afternoon, I was a confused and frustrated. Aaron knew how to play my psyche perfectly. He had planted the seed and then waited for it to take root. Had he pushed harder, tried to convince me all afternoon to do this for him, he would have scared me off. So, he waited patiently, as any great fisherman does, for the fish to take the bait. All afternoon, I tried to garner the strength to swim away from the all too alluring bait. But in the end, I took the hook. I knew I was going to have a conversation with my husband that could alter our lives and change our relationship forever.
On the drive back to our hotel, I broached the subject, “Aaron, you made me promise to tell you if the thought of going to that club aroused me. I can’t help it. I ashamed to admit it, but I have been thinking very naughty thoughts all day long.”
“Anne, you naughty girl. I am so pleased.”
“I am not promising that I will do anything, okay? But if you really want to check out the club, I’ll go with you, and we can have a few drinks. I’ll see how I feel when we get there. We may get there and just sit and talk; we’ll see. But if I am uncomfortable and want to leave, you need to promise me we’ll leave and you won’t be mad, okay?”
“Anne, thank you. And I promise, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, and we can leave whenever you decide that you want to come back to the hotel. Thank you again. I love you so much,” he said as he reached over and squeezed my thigh.
Strangely, despite the fact that he wanted me to let other men touch me, and more, I did feel truly loved at that moment. I know it sounds like a contradiction, but I knew I was his and only his.
“Aaron, are you sure you want this? Are you sure you can handle this? You need to promise me again that you won’t get mad; that you won’t let this change how you feel about me.”
“Anne, I promise. If anything, this will bring us closer and make me love you even more.”
“Okay, we’ll take a stroll on the wild side tonight. I only hope we don’t look back and regret this.”
It was 5:47 p.m. when we arrived back at the hotel.
We entered our room, and I ran a warm bath. Aaron sat on the side of the tub, watching intently as I washed all my parts and I shaved my armpits, legs, and vulva.
“Honey, we are going to need to eat something before we go clubbing. Would you order up room service for us?” I suggested.
“Sure, what do you want?”
“I don’t know, something light, but I need to eat something. How about a club sandwich and a diet coke?”
Aaron called in the order to room service and quickly returned as I was drying myself.
“That’s some bulge you have in those britches, mister. Is that a gun in your pants, or are you just happy to see me?” I quipped.
“Oh, I’m very happy to see you, baby… very happy indeed.”
I wore the Marriott hotel robe as I fixed my hair and applied my makeup.
“Aaron, get me my outfit,” I instructed as I stood up, and allowed the robe to fall to the floor.
Aaron nodded and quickly retrieved the sheer beige silk blouse and wrap-around brown skirt.
“You really don’t want me to wear any undergarments?” I asked.
“Baby, you will look so fucking hot,” he stammered as the front of his trousers bulged appreciatively.
I donned the blouse and skirt before sitting on the bed.
“I want you to put my shoes on me,” I insisted as I raised my foot. Aaron kneeled in front of me and fumbled as he attempted to buckle my gladiator shoe around my ankle while staring up my skirt at my exposed vulva.
I was momentarily startled by a sharp knock on the door.
“Oh shit, I forgot about the room service,” I whispered with a panic in my voice.
Before I could throw something over my shoulders to cover my nearly naked breasts, Aaron had allowed a teenage boy, probably sixteen or seventeen years old into the room to set the room service tray on the table in the corner. I sat there frozen, as this young man’s eyes devoured my exposed breasts, which were plainly visible under the thin diaphanous material of my beige silk blouse. I glanced in the mirror to remind myself how little my blouse left to the imagination.
My nipples were erect and on display, the darkness of my areolas was evident. I glanced up to see that my youthful admirer could not keep from looking back again and again as he struggled to set the plates and utensils down without spilling anything. Aaron was grinning from ear to ear, obviously enjoying my exposure and humiliation. Aaron signed the check and gave the young man an obscenely large tip, before closing the door as the delivery boy left.
“Well, I think that young man truly appreciated your blouse.”
“Aaron, that was so embarrassing. He was just a kid.”
“He was certainly old enough to appreciate the view you gave him. Be honest now, how did you feel sitting there while he gawked at you?”
“Embarrassed and humiliated. Okay, part of me liked his reaction. He’ll be telling all his buddies about this too,” I confessed to myself and to my husband.
“Well, I bet we don’t have to wait long to get room service deliveries while we are here. They’ll be clamoring to make the deliveries,” Aaron teased.
“God, I hope I don’t see that young man again while we are here.”
I could feel my chest burning crimson and my heart pounding, but I must admit the experience was exhilarating. We finished our sandwiches and Aaron invited me to accompany him to the hotel bar for a drink before we departed for the club. He had apparently spoken to someone at the club, Wish’s, and was told that no one shows up before 9:00 p.m. on weekends, so we had an hour or so to kill. I insisted on wearing a stylish, tan jacket in the hotel bar to hide my near nakedness. I had two glasses of merlot, and Aaron had two bourbon and cokes.
“Anne, since it’s my birthday, I want to be able to drink tonight, so let’s take a taxi to the club.
“That makes sense. How very responsible of you,” I agreed.
The two glasses of merlot lowered my anxiety and inhibitions slightly. I was feeling a little playful as Aaron held the door for me as I climbed into the cab, in front of the hotel. I looked around and didn’t see anyone paying particular attention to us, so I quickly flashed my naked, neatly shaved vulva to my husband.
His face registered shock first, then amusement. “I should give you a couple of glasses of wine every night, huh?”
I nuzzled against Aaron in the back seat of the taxi and ran my hand up his inner thigh and found the head of his penis.
I caressed his cock ever so gently as I hissed in his ear, “I wonder how you will feel when you see your pure, shy little wife on the dance floor with some young stud and his hands are all over her? Will you wonder how wet he is making me? Will you wonder how big his cock is, as he grinds himself into me?”
I could feel his cock arch and pulse as I asked each question. And with each pulse of my husband’s cock, I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. By the time we got out of the cab, Aaron had a noticeable bulge in his pants. I hoped to keep him pretty rigid all night if I could. We arrived at Wish’s around 9:15 p.m. Aaron opened the door as I walked through, removing my jacket.
While Aaron paid our cover charge and checked my jacket, I surveyed the club. There was a large dance floor in the middle of a large room surrounded by tables. The bar was against one wall. There was a DJ in one corner. Several women were dancing and touching each other, hands on each other’s hips and butts, occasionally stroking each other’s breasts as laser lights created a surreal atmosphere.
It was obvious that it was perfectly acceptable in this environment for women to openly caress each other. I thought to myself, ‘Dorothy, you’re not in Kansas anymore’. I had stepped into a different world, one where the rules with which I was familiar no longer applied.
Our hostess led us to a table and introduced us to a very attractive, middle-aged couple, Brenda, and John. I would estimate them to be in their early forties. Brenda was platinum blonde with large breasts which were barely concealed under a black cocktail dress with a plunging neckline. Her breasts were full but firm. I could not help but wonder if they were real.
“I haven’t seen you two here before, is this your first time at the club?” Brenda inquired as she gently patted my thigh.
“Yes, we’re first timers, from out of town, actually,” I volunteered. I’m not quite sure why I felt the need to explain why we have never been here before, but I did.
We were interrupted by our waitress, who introduced herself as Sammy. I decided to go with something a little stronger than wine.
“I’ll have vodka and cranberry juice,” I announced to both our waitress and my husband.
“Oh, a Cape Codder. Cranberry juice and vodka is called a Cape Codder,” Sammy replied.
“I did not know that, thank you.”
Sammy took our drink order and then gave us a canned speech. “Okay, you two know this is a swinger’s club, right?”
I looked at Aaron to see how he wanted to answer. After all, this was his show.
“Yes, I knew that.”
“Okay, good. Sometimes people come in here and are a little shocked to find that out. So, people here are very respectful. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. No means no here, same as anywhere else. And this is not an on-premises club. No actual sex in the club. You’ll see some touching and kissing, but if things get out of hand, you’ll be asked to leave. Understand?”
Aaron and I both nodded. My head was spinning. ‘What the fuck had I signed up for?’
Sammy then looked directly at me and said, “Honey, do you see the men at the bar?”
I nodded and looked over at seven men seated at the bar staring at the dance floor and looking around the room. One of the men smiled and nodded at me when I looked his way.
“Those are single guys. The cover charge for them is quite high, and they have to comply with some very strict rules. They are not allowed to come down to the dance floor unescorted, or to approach any of the women in the club. If you want to meet them, talk to them, or dance with them, you have to approach them. I promise you, they will be very appreciative. They will sit there all night waiting for somebody’s wife or girlfriend to ask them to dance. You can bring them back to your table if you want, but they have to stay with you until you return them to the bar, or decide to meet them outside the club, understand?”
I mumbled, “I think so.”
Sammy left to get our drinks.
Suddenly, another anxiety attack overtook me as the reality of being in a swinger’s club hit me. I suddenly wanted to flee before I made a mistake I would regret. I leaned over and whispered in Aaron’s ear, “I’m scared. I don’t think I want to do this.”
“Baby, there is nothing to be scared about. Relax and enjoy the evening. You don’t have to go any further with this than you want to. You can dance with a few of those guys at the bar, have fun, and see where it leads. As the waitress said, in here, ‘no means no’. But at least give yourself a chance to enjoy this.”
I nodded silently and sat there, my chest pounding nervously. ‘I’d always been a good girl. I felt so wicked and naughty sitting in a swinger’s bar dressed like this, contemplating doing God knows what?’
But as I sat there, I realized that despite my ongoing anxiety attack, my vagina was very wet, and I was very aware of my clitoris. Yes, I had to confess, if only to myself, that being in this place, exposed the way I was, aroused me. Also, the fact that being naughty aroused me scared me a little.
Our drinks arrived and I consumed mine quickly, looking for some alcohol induced liquid courage. Aaron ordered me another drink as we made small…
