Like any couple of so many years, our sex life ebbs and flows. Sometimes we're having regular, amazing sex; the kind of sex only two people who know each other at the cellular level can have. Other times, it can be irregular, even a little mechanical.
Becca is a beautiful woman, especially for her age. Sure, she has some mom-curves, and I know she's never quite come to terms with the fact she doesn't have the body she had when we met (she could've been a model), but I do everything I can to make her know how I feel about her.
I've also done everything I can think of to make her comfortable. Sex should be fun and totally free, in my opinion. Maybe she doesn't really have any fantasies, or maybe she's just never feel safe enough to share them. I can never tell.
As her fortieth birthday approached, however, something changed. Maybe it was some dawning personal confidence. Maybe it was the weight she worked so hard to lose. I have no idea. For the first time, she started expressing something of a preference.
I can remember the exact instant I noticed. We were getting ready for bed, the kids finally asleep, when she suggested we slip in a "dirty movie." This wasn't an entirely unusual suggestion, and a few minutes watching some porn almost always led to really good sex. Over the years, we've amassed a decent little collection of adult movies, of all different types and kinds. Watching it was the one thing I was almost always sure she was into.
"Anything in particular?" I asked, as typical. The answer was always no, and I should just pick something.
But then, this night...
"What kind of group sex movies do we have?" She asked, a little sheepishly.
She knew we had a few, since we'd watched them before, but I can't say I'd noticed any particular reaction to them in the past. Opening the very discrete box hidden away in the corner of a closet, I picked something out matching her selection, but one I realized we'd never gotten around to watching, and came back to the bedroom.
The movie was one of these cheap, compilation DVDs they sell or give away online. The first scene was a group of men and women, maybe a dozen total, in some grubby looking bar of some kind. It looked like the kind of basement bar you'd spin and leave immediately upon entering, but they were all laughing and dancing, the men in cheap dress clothes and the women in skin-tight leather and dresses.
No story necessary, soon a couple started making out, and then another. Before long, all kinds of sex was going on, but most of the people were focused on watching one couple in particular. I think some swapping of partners was going on, but it was hard to tell who started with whom.
I can't tell you much more than that, because before I knew it, my wife's mouth was swallowing my cock, and a few minutes after that, she was screaming into a pillow.
In the morning, she was practically pawing at me. "Baby, that was so good last night," she whispered in my ear, clearly still turned on. A small knock at the door ended any possibility of a second round, but every day must end, and before bed that same night, she asked if we could see what was next on the DVD.
I cannot express with words how unusual it is for her to be interested in sex, two nights in a row. I was not about to complain.
The second scene started with a woman in red lingerie, strapped to some kind of apparatus. Another woman walked around her, slapping her with this little paddle, before she and a man took her down and used her in all kinds of ways.
"Can we...tie me up?" my wife asked. We've done this plenty of times, but this time she was really, really into it. She always seemed just slightly uncomfortable, before, as if she couldn't quite give in all the way.
I'm sure it says something about me, that my favorite thing is to use toys on her when she's tied up, and like I said, she always enjoyed, but with a little reservation. This night, however...
"Fucking use me, baby," she moaned, as I slid a toy in and out of her. She was fighting the restraints, trying to fuck the toy back. I'd never seen her do anything like that, before.
The next night, she came into the bedroom, closed the door, and wiggled her eyebrows at me. "What do you think?" she asked, a naughty little expression on her face.
"Beck, baby, I have to say, I can't remember the last time you were this horny."
She blushed, looking down at the floor, and then back up at me. "I know. I've been thinking the same thing."
Walking over and sitting on the bed next to me, she continued, "You've always wanted me to share my fantasies with you, and I've always been a little embarrassed by mine."
I put my hand on her knee, "Sweetheart, after all these years, you don't have to be embarrassed with me. You can tell me anything, you know that."
Becca kept looking down at the floor. "I...well...it's just...I really like those videos."
"I can tell," I said, rubbing her leg. "We can buy more. I'm sure there are plenty out there."
"Not just watching them," she replied in a way I could tell was more immediate than she intended. "I mean, I like them. But, it's what they show. Something about a bunch of people, having sex all in the same place, watching each other and being watched, the past few days, I just can't stop thinking about how hot it would be."
I was shocked. More than shocked. Shocked and completely turned on. I didn't know how to respond.
"But those kinds of places, like sex clubs or whatever, they don't really exist."
"That's not true," I responded, not sure why.
Becca's head shot up. "Shut up. Not really."
Now I was embarrassed. "No, they do. I don't know about around here, but a while back, I was listening to this podcast..."
Her gaze was withering. A podcast. What the hell kind of podcasts was I listening to, and why was I such a middle aged dork, her eyes screamed.
"I don't remember what the podcast was. It doesn't matter. They were talking to this guy, and he talked about this sex club in Las Vegas. He and his girlfriend had toured it while making a documentary or something. They said it was nothing like you'd expect. Like, classy, almost."
"Really?" She replied, her eyes wide and wild.
I shrugged in response, and before I could say anything more, she practically attacked me.
Things calmed down a little, after that, except that about once every ten days or so, she'd ask if we could watch something together, and...you can guess the rest. It was the most predictably good sex we'd had since before we had kids.
Some months went by, and seemingly out of nowhere, she announced she'd talked to some friends of ours, and we were all planning a few days in Vegas for later in the fall. Vegas was always fun, so I was excited at the thought of getting away and blowing off some steam.
Before long, the week of the trip arrived. As we packed up for the airport, I asked if we were picking our friends up on the way to the airport.
"No," she said, "they aren't coming until the day after tomorrow."
"Really?" I asked, bewildered. "We aren't all going together?"
"No," she responded, "he had a work thing or something. I'm not sure. And I thought it would be fun for us to have a day to ourselves, before they arrive."
I agreed, and we made our way to the airport. A few hours later, the dry desert air was in our lungs, and we were making our way to our center-strip resort. We unpacked our things, gambled for a while, and enjoyed a handful of "free" drinks. She'd made us an early dinner reservation, so we went back to the room to change.
"Dress nice," she said, so I did. A while later, she came out of the bathroom in a dress I'd never seen before. Bright red, skin tight, and very low cut, I couldn't remember the last time she showed off her big breasts like that, or the last time she wore a dress that short. She looked amazing.
And honestly, all I wanted to do was fuck her, right there, right then. She could tell.
I needed to finish getting ready, so I stepped into the bathroom. Returning to the room, she was sitting in the lounge chair, looking absolutely radiant. She stood up, gave me a kiss, said she needed to touch up her makeup, and we would leave. I couldn't help but watch her ass giggle as she made her way back towards the bathroom.
Looking around the room, I realized she'd left her tablet on the bed, turned on. The browser was up, displaying the website for Caligula's Gateway...it was the sex club I'd heard about in that podcast.
I was shocked. More than shocked. Shocked and confused and disoriented, and frankly, extremely turned on.
She returned, catching me holding the device. "Baby...I...uh..." she stammered.
"Beck, baby, are you...really?"
She moved quickly to snap the tablet out of my hand. "I'm sorry, I just was thinking...I..."
I couldn't remember ever seeing her his flustered, this embarrassed. I knew I had to respond perfectly.
"No, baby, it's...it's kinda hot."
She looked up at me, her eyes buzzing with nerves. "Really?"
"Yeah, I mean, yeah. For sure. Do you...do you want to check it out? Just to see?" I was nervous, myself, and not at all sure I wanted to go through with it, but I also wanted her to feel comfortable again, and didn't want to let this sudden burst of confidence disappear, likely forever."
"I...yeah. I mean, not to do anything, necessarily, but just to see, if it's real. What it's like, or something."
I walked over, brushing her blonde hair back from behind her ear, before putting my hands on her hips. "Then let's go check it out," I said, before giving her a comforting kiss.
Soon after, we left for dinner, which was a little awkward. I could tell how nervous she was, though the number of glasses of wine she consumed should've helped. If I'm being honest, I kept expecting her to change her mind, to chicken out. It seemed so unlike her to actually go to a place like this, but after we paid the check, she asked how we get there.
I'd had more than a few whiskeys, myself, so I suggested we order a car and make our way. It was almost 10pm, so hopefully we weren't too early nor too late.
I studied the driver for a reaction, when I read him the address. Maybe Vegas drivers are trained in not giving a fuck.
A few minutes later, we were in front of this stout, brick building, gaudily dressed in vaguely roman looking but definitely fake columns. In gold, above the door, was a small neon sign; "Caligula's Gateway."
Stepping out of the car, I took Becca's hand. "You ready?" I asked. She nodded yes, taking a confident step forward.
As I pulled open the door, I realized I had never giving a second's thought what to expect. Sure, I'd heard the place described, but not in way where you could get a good mental image.
The front door opened to a very small little reception area. Behind a small desk was a pretty girl, wearing a latex dress, who smiled and welcomed us. She seemed very kind, and I could immediately feel us relaxing.
"Welcome to Caligula's!" she said, her voice light and bouncy. "Is this your first time with us?"
"Yes," I said, squeezing Becca's hand.
"So exciting!" she exclaimed. "Let me explain how it works. The cover charge is $75 for couples. There are only a few rules. First, have fun. Always have fun, and make sure everyone is having fun, which means be respectful, get consent, and don't pressure anyone or let anyone pressure you. Second, condoms are always required, no exceptions. Last, if you ever feel unsafe, we have security all around. Just wave at one of them, and they'll make sure you get someplace safe and comfortable."
Becca and I stood here, our knees locked lest they give out, like a couple of dopes.
"It's ok to be nervous." the girl said, trying to comfort us. She pointed to a door. "Through that door is the lounge area. It's the only place in the club where clothes are required. Have a seat, relax, and if you decide to go further, there are doors to the locker rooms. You can lock away your things, keep the key to your locker, and help yourself to a robe. Everything is sanitized daily. Have fun!"
Standing up, she walked over and pushed open the door.
I think I expected a seedy, strip-club kind of vibe. This most definitely was NOT that. The room was large and dimly lit. There were couples of all different ages, body types, etc., sitting at different little tables. It had a very Vegas-feel; the booths were deep red, the space draped in velvet and fake diamond beads. I wouldn't say it was elegant, but it definitely wasn't dirty.
Becca squeezed my hand, and we found a table. The waitress offered some drinks, which we happily accepted. Neither of us said a word, I think we were both just trying to get our wits about us. At the far end of the room, there were a pair of doors, decorated with white placards. One had a black silhouette of a girl with a pointy tail and two pointy ears; the other had a man with a pitchfork. Now and then, a couple would disappear into their respective doors, and now and again, people would leave and reenter the lounge, or leave the club entirely. It was a very come-and-go-at-your-own-pace vibe, which made us feel comfortable.
After a while, Becca leaned across the table at me. "Should we...explore?" I nodded yes, and wordlessly, we stood up and walked over towards the door. Sharing a little peck, I told her I'd meet her on the other side, and pushed open the men's door.
The locker room would've fit into any gym in America. Brightly lit, there were some wooden benches in front of metal lockers. Each had a key, which was attached to wrist band. Selecting a locker, I pulled it open. A very plush white robe was inside, with a "Sanitized by..." card hanging from the breast pocket. It did feel clean, I thought.
Taking my clothes off, I slipped into the robe. There were a few other guys there, dressing or undressing, mostly ignoring each other. I wondered what the ladies' room was like. I wondered if Becca would actually go through with it.
Finally ready, I slipped the key around my wrist, and locked my locker. A black door at the other end had a red light above the door.
Pushing the door open, I was in a very dimly lit hallway. Off in the distance, I heard the unmistakable sound of a woman enjoying herself. Becca was nowhere to be seen, so I stood there, awkwardly, waiting for her to arrive. The walls were all black, with some led strips running along the floor and ceiling. It wasn't as nice as the lounge, but still clean and welcoming.
I heard the door open, and Becca walked cautiously into the dark hallway. "Hi babe," she whispered, putting her hand on my shoulder. "You ready?"
We started down the hallway, slowly.
"Do you hear that?" she asked me, squeezing my hand.
"Someone is having fun," I said, smiling at her. "Several someones. Is it what you thought?"
"I'm not sure yet," she said, "I'm so excited we're actually here."
The first room we arrived at, along the hallway, had a small neon sign above an open doorway. It said "the viewing room." Looking through the door, it looked mostly empty. There were small dividers between what appeared to be beds, with a row of chairs and couches along the wall opposite. I could hear the sounds for someone, just out of sight, having sex. A man was sitting in one of the chairs, watching.
Further down the hall was a larger room. The sign read "see and be seen." The room was bathed in purple and blue light, a large, round bed in the middle. Above it was a mirror, encircled in blue lights. All around were chairs and couches, chase lounges and soft seating. On the bed, three couples were having sex; one woman was bent over, her small breasts swinging back and forth in little points. Next to them, an older man was atop a woman I couldn't quite see, his hips gyrating slowly into her. On the opposite side of the bed, a woman's round ass bounced up and down on a man.
Some of the couches and chairs will full. Some couples were having oral sex, others sitting and watching. A man was sitting on a chair, while a thin girl bounced up and down on his lap, her very obviously fake tits hanging in the air as she did.
"Fuck, babe," Becca said, her hand sweaty in mine.
"I know." I replied, unsure what to do or say. It was sensory overload, the sights and sounds filling my head. Looking at my wife, she wasn't blinking, her eyes darting back and forth, trying to take everyone, and everything, in.
"Should we...sit?" I asked.
Becca didn't reply. She just started moving forward, moving us towards the back of the room. No one seemed to even notice we were there, as we found our way to a large chase lounge chair, thick and full of soft stuffing, near the back of the room. A seat next to us was empty, but on the other side, a woman had a larger man's cock in her mouth, her hair flying as she violently bobbed up and down.
Becca lowered herself back onto the chair, her robe falling open. It was at that moment I realized she was wearing a white, lacy bra that I knew I'd never seen before. Sliding into a position next to her, I pulled at the knot on the front. Her robe fell further open, revealing a matching set of white panties, a white garter belt, and white stockings. I knew she didn't wear those in, and was stunned at the fact she'd changed into something so sexy - and something she knew I'd love - in the changing room.
We sat silently, just watching, for a while. The bed was only a few feet from us. One of the girls was still being taken from behind, and she was positioned just right so that we could see her partner's thin cock sliding in and out of her.
"Baby," Becca said, breathlessly. "Do you see?"
"It's really hot, isn't it?" I asked, my cock growing stiff.
"Look how her tits are bouncing. And her ass giggles. Fuck." Becca said, running a hand down her stomach. If there was any doubt if we were going to participate, it was quickly fading.
One of the other girls climbed over, laying spread eagle, in front of the couple doing it doggystyle. We couldn't quite hear what they said to each other, but quickly the girl leaned down and buried her face between the other girl's legs. A lusty moan filled the room, until someone put their cock in her mouth. There were two couples, enjoying themselves and each other, right in front of us.
Becca had her hand on her stomach, and pushing her robe all the way open, she moved it down, across her panties. I pulled the robe off her shoulders, and she sat up and shrugged it off. Laying back, I didn't know whether to watch my wife as she started to rub herself through her panties, or watch the couples in front of us. They'd changed positions. Now both the men were laying on their backs, as the girls rode them, side-by-side, making out as they did.
Then I felt Becca's hand on my leg, pushing my robe open. She quickly found my cock, and started to stroke me. It was a good thing I'd had more than a few drinks, because it was probably the hardest I'd ever been. My wife slowly stroked me, as she pulled her panties aside, playing with her own clit. One of the girls, still top her partner, smiled at her. My wife was masturbating for another woman.
I could hear Becca's breath growing shallow and rapid. She was going to make herself cum, I could tell. I just wanted to make sure I didn't accidentally follow suit.
Then Becca stopped, practically bouncing to her feet, and pulling her panties down. Tossing her bra aside, all she had left on her body was her garter belt and stockings. Straddling my legs, she put her mouth on my cock, bobbing her head up and down in a very performative, but very sexy and pleasurable, way. As she blew me, I couldn't stop thinking about how two women were, at that moment, getting laid while staring directly at my wife's sexy box.
"Fuck, baby, your mouth feels so good." I said. Becca locked eyes with me, before removing her mouth, and pulling a condom out of the pocket of the robe she'd just discarded.
I ripped it open and put it on. "Stay there," she demanded.
Turning and straddling my legs, Becca lowered herself onto me. Slowly, she started to ride up and down on my cock. She'd never done reverse cowgirl before, and I loved the sight of her round ass sliding up and down my long cock.
Becca ground her hips into me, and I knew she was looking directly at the two women across from us, doing the same thing. She moaned louder and louder, until I grabbed her by the hips and thrust myself deep into her body.
"OH FUCK YES!" She screamed, her voice filling the room. I could feel the walls of her pussy grip me, her body shivering in an earthquake of an orgasm.
She she shook in my hands, she dropped herself back into my lap, starting her grinding motion again.
Then I noticed the chair next to us had been filled. An older man, apparently alone, was sitting in it, watching my wife. He had his cock in his hand, and he was vigorously stroking himself.
I slapped Becca on the ass, to get her attention. "You have an admirer," I said.
Becca turned and saw him. I couldn't see her expression, but I could see she was grabbing her tits, pushing them together to make them look large and perfect, as she started to bounce on me again.
"Stroke that dick for me," I heard her say. "Watch my husband use me, and make yourself cum."
Becca was impaling herself on me. I could her tits bouncing, but her eyes never left the man sitting next to us. His face twisted, as he punished his cock to the sight of my wife, riding me.
He cried out, holding his cock tight as he finished. Becca must have liked it, because her body shook with another orgasm as he did. It was enough for me, too. Grabbing her hips again, I shoved myself as high and deep into her as I could, my cock exploding. All three of us, finishing and cumming together, it was the hottest moment I'd ever experienced.
Becca fell back and off of me, her tits heaving up and down, covered in sweat. We laid there for a moment, watching the two couples on the bed as they finished.
"I think we should go," Becca whispered. "I...I need a shower."
Taking her by the hand, I helped her back into her robe, and led her back to the changing rooms. A few minutes later, we were in the car, headed back to the resort.
And a a few minutes after that, I had my wife, bent over, her tits smashed up against the glass of our room. She demanded we leave the lights on. I think being seen might be her new thing.
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