Joe came home just as I was taking dinner—pot roast, out of the oven.
“Mmm something smells good enough to eat.” He said. “I’m not sure if it’s you or the pot roast.”
My husband likes to think of himself as a comedian. His sense of humor is one of the things that drew me to him. He has a great many qualities I desire in a man, not the least of which being that he is a thoughtful lover. Joe is that love of my life.
“Go clean up so we can eat.” I told him. I was eager to get the evening started. I was hoping for another night of great sex. Our sex life is incredible and the previous evening had been amazing.
We chatted as we ate dinner and I could tell Joe had something on his mind.
“Spill, what is it.”
“I was thinking about last night and how turned on you got by the orgy scene.”
“Umhm.” I waited for him to continue.
“Would that be something you would consider in real life?”
I was stunned. Neither of us had ever mentioned a desire to include other people in our sex life. We were not swingers.
“No Joe, there is a big difference between fantasy and reality. I have no desire to be with other people.”
“What if we could just watch without having to join in?”
“Where are you going with this?” My husband comes up with some crazy ideas, but this was by far the wildest thing he had ever proposed.
“I found this place on-line, about an hour away. It’s like a night club but people go there to have sex.”
“You mean a swingers club.” I said. “No way Joe.”
“It’s not like that at least hear me out.”
“A lot of people that go there just like to be watched. Some couples are just with each other. Not everybody’s with other people. Nothing says we have to do anything. We could just go and check it out. Watch, then come home and fuck our brains out. Like when we go to the strip club.”
“And how do you know all of this?” Wondering if there was more to Joe’s past than he had told me.
“Well I knew how to turned on you got last night, so I started just noodling around the Internet over lunch. I found this place over in Cicero and checked out their website. It looks pretty classy not like what you’d expect.” A professional salesman, he was deep in to his pitch.
“Anybody’s allowed to come as long as they pay the entrance fee. There’s no obligation to participate. I just thought might be something kind of fun to check out. I don’t expect that we would do anything. You know maybe just watch, kind of like a live porno.”
“It sounds pretty sleazy to me.”
“At least check out the website.”
“Maybe later.” I told him “ I want to do up the dishes and I have papers to grade.”
“Well it was just an idea.” I could tell he was disappointed, but I knew that Joe would never pressure me into anything I was uncomfortable with. I have never felt so secure with a man as I do with Joe. I trust him.
“I will take a look, honest.” I promised.
His eyes brightened. “Go grade your papers. I will take care of the kitchen.”
“Thanks, babe.” I said, kissing him on the cheek.
After recording the grades, I decided to take a few moments to look at the website Joe had told me about. I felt it only fair that I at least take a look before I just flat out said no.
I was surprised, while not classy as Joe described, it was not as sleazy as I had imagined. It was called Club Aurora. From what I could see in the pictures, there was a large area in the front that did not look much different from most of the dance clubs we had been to.
Apparently all of the action took place in special rooms in the back, with one large area designed for group activities. I have to admit the idea of group activities had my imagination reeling.
I liked the fact that single men had to be sponsored by couples that were already members. One of the things that made me uncomfortable was the thought of a bunch of random men hitting on me, looking to get laid. As I said, at that point I had no interest in other men.
Looking at the club rules page confirmed what Joe had said—“NO” means “NO” and should someone choose to pursue another member after this has happened, please report to a staff member and that member will be asked to leave. I found that very reassuring and was thinking maybe we should check it out. You know, just as a lark.
I took one one more look at the group area before logging off. The thought of all those hot bodies writhing together, moaning and groaning was getting me wet. Turning off the computer I went to find Joe.
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