Chapter 1: The Uncertainty

...in which fantasy collides with reality.

This is part of a series of posts regarding a recent visit to an east coast sex club. The series began with the Introduction post, and you should start there if you haven’t read it yet. Yesterday’s readership was 61 people, the best total since November 3^rd, thanks in part to Danni654, who referred more people to us than anybody else. Thank you Danni!

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We didn’t know that the night would be such a success. We didn’t even know whether we would go at all.

We have been to this particular club once before, and it was an interesting experience. We hadn’t yet played with anyone yet, we were mostly novices. Here were lots of people having a very nice time… dancing, shooting pool, and just relaxing with a drink. There were areas for sex upstairs, private rooms and public rooms, but they were empty for the first few hours. The only difference between this club and another social club was that every now and then you could catch a woman casually exposing her breasts to a friend, and some of the women would get up onto the small stage next to the dance floor, strip down and dance naked on the pole.

We met several very nice couples, young and attractive, among the tremendously varied ages and body types present. One couple in particular was hanging out with us for a while, and at one point the female half accompanied me to the bar for drinks and proceeded to openly rub her (surgically altered) breasts against me while we ordered. But Lola wasn’t ready to play, so we slipped away from them and went upstairs to see what was going on in the previously vacant play areas.

What we saw stunned us. There was a room at the top of the stairs, previously vacant, with about five sofas. Every seat was taken by a naked couple, usually one of them performing orally on the other. They were mostly older than we were. Other folks in various stages of dress stood around the edge, as we did. Men and women emerged from the adjacent locker room wearing nothing but towels. Down a hallway we could see others, coming out of the unisex bathroom completely nude, slipping into doorways, or walking right by us in the room. Many of them were older as well, many were very overweight, and all of this was just too much for Lola. She insisted that we leave immediately. We did.

In the intervening year we have had several sexual experiences with other couples and have been to a handful of other clubs. We have also replayed the setting of that evening in our minds over and over again. The more Lola thought about it in fantasy, the more excited she got, and we have created an elaborate set of highly erotic fantasies around our next imagined visit to this club.

As with other experiences though, these fantasies began to clash with reality as our intended visit approached.

Lola worries about being unattractive. She’s a stunningly beautiful woman in great shape but entirely too self aware that she’s not a childless 19 years old anymore. The fact is that she turns heads and entices compliments wherever she goes, but in her mind all of those people are just suffering random moments of impaired judgment.

And so the battle began between the fantasy she wanted and the reality she feared. And so my job as the guy was to be encouraging, without making it seem like I wanted to go so much that I would be disappointed if we didn’t. This is an incredibly narrow tightrope to walk. “Yeah, I’d like to go, I mean, if you want to, I guess. We could see a movie instead, you know. Whatever.” Fellas, am I the only one trying to walk this line?

I basically accomplished this by just concluding days in advance that we weren’t going. It was nice that she was thinking about it, but we weren’t actually going. Of course I knew that treating it this way made it more likely that we would go, so the whole endeavor becomes self-paradoxical, but such is the world of women.

Fortunately I had an ally in this effort, sometime commentator to this blog Mikey in DC, who sent messages to Lola all day long, doing the pushing for me. What a friend. I could sit back and say “sex club, movie, whatever you’d like my love” while Mike would earnestly cajole her all day via text message: “you’d better not pass up this chance!” This went on all day on Friday, and it wasn’t until very late on Friday evening when it began to look like a possibility.

Tomorrow… Chapter 2: The Preparation

… in which we make several purchases and have lots of oral fun