Ever Wonder About a Sex Club?

 Do you often think about how to keep your sex life steamy and wonder what it might be like to join a sex club? 

Here's a recap of R and I's night at a sex club. 

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My eyes give me away while handing his phone back, and I giggle before laying on his chest, knowing the next time we get together, a sex club will be on the docket. And in experiencing phenomenal sex that night, we are erotically fantasizing about what we'd do at the club; I couldn't wait to go.

A few nights later, he pulls into a parking lot, shuts the car off, and lights a joint. He looks at me with a combination of nervousness and arousal, with the latter taking over; he adjusts. I know tonight's going to be great.   

Eventually, we go to the entrance and up an old wooden staircase, where a smiling male attendant greets us. He is friendly, sizing that it is our first time, and gives us a quick pep talk and a send-off with a smile. The open door shows a long white hallway lit up with fluorescent lighting; at the end is a portable ticket stand with a woman in a barely there bikini, her nipples erect as she hands R.S. his change. 

Next, she directs us with well-manicured fingers down another long hallway to the silver door on the right. We enter and follow the third and final hallway, ending in the bar/smoking lounge, where Eddy, the bartender, beckons us over to chat. It's an excellent opportunity to people-watch while I take in the surroundings; I find myself eyeing several women, enjoying that I can do so freely without them taking offense.

Leaving Eddy, we seek out the dance area lush with cozy leather couches and couples making out and pointing to a dark-red sofa in the front; we sink into the cushions. I'm extra chatty tonight, which R.S. notices as he pulls me closer, nuzzling me into his body heat, helping me relax. 

I can sense his sexual need pulse from him as a woman arrives on the dance floor, and he watches me watch her.

She's got long legs clad in patterned black tights, a short mini-skirt, and a sporty cap that hangs over her eyes. She turns to wiggle her ass; I know she knows I'm turned on by watching her move. I wonder how she keeps her pussy bush underneath that mini-skirt.

After a while, R. tugged on my hand to guide me to the open-viewing section- where you watch people having sex- I felt a tingle of pleasure travel up my spine as we watched them. 

We then enter the dungeon, where there's wooden furniture wrapped in leather with added buckles, rings, wrist and ankle cuffs, mouth gags, and more. The Wooden Cross drew R's attention, and I climbed on, spreading my legs wide with my feet on the platform. Anticipating what he was about to do made me squirm; he pinned my legs and, leaning down, planted his warm, open mouth over my jean-covered crotch and blew hot breath. 

With his face grinding, I arch my back and move my hips in unison; I'm wet and horny, I pull my tank top down to expose a stiff, tight nipple, and R. teases me with light tongue licks. 

I want more, yet I can sense his unease with the two observing men who have moved closer to us. Then, in one efficient action, R pulls me off the cross, out of the room, and down the hallway out of the bar – guiding us toward the private sex rooms where we check in with the host.

Our room comes fully equipped with condoms, lube, a queen-sized bed with fresh sheets, and a solid headboard for access to many positions. The lighting is dim, showcasing perfect shadow effects on my body, and the music covers all voices except for the moans of pleasure coming from women in other private rooms. 

Hearing their satisfaction gets me even wetter, and R's stiff cock grew harder with arousal – he was turned on just as much as me listening to the other women's orgasms. 

Knowing the source of their pleasure, coupled with the sounds of sex, sends me to an intense climax, with R not far behind. He strokes his bulging cock as I peg his ass with a condom-wrapped finger and, throwing his head back into the pillow in ecstasy, shoots a load of cum onto his stomach, which I promptly lick clean. 

He pulled me close, and we lay there enjoying sexual afterglow for a bit before getting dressed and heading back to the main club area. Grabbing water from the bar, we settle onto a different couch in the dance room to take in the scene. 

Fantasies go wild in my mind.

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Final Thoughts to Ponder

As I move through the exploration of sex clubs with my lover, the ideas below present themselves to me. The heightened sense of erotic passion, lust, and desire that erupted between us is (I feel) the beginning of something great.

Ask yourself these questions as you entertain the idea of adding a sex club to your life; while they may seem easy to answer, I counterargue. I've learned more about myself quickly by going deeper with each question. 

Have fun diving deep into your sexual psyche.

• Are you open to exploring/acting out sexual fantasies with other people?
• Do you desire to deepen your communication and share your most hidden sexual desires with your partner?
• Do you have confidence in yourself, and will you stand firm in your boundary lines?
• Can you release all body insecurities, ego, jealous tendencies, and drama?