We’d been only once before, to the local sex club down the road. A typical Thursday night had turned into a steamy adventure and before we knew it, we had arrived at a place with enough sexual energy to be palpable, with enough sex toys to turn any man in that place a vermillion shade of red.
Checking into a locker room, I got undressed into my red bra and panties as Patrick stripped down to his boxer briefs, already tight as we listened to moans and the sexual energy building from the next room. We grabbed a drink and took a lap; men walked around in towels, while women were either topless or adorned in skimpy lingerie. Off of a hallway there were individual rooms, each with a rope across for observers, and a door to decide when viewing time was over. Over in the corner, several men stood around an ottoman in the dungeon, taking turns with a single woman as she moaned under the cock of another man. We sat watching for a few minutes, wishing we were the ones being gangbanged, but moved along to figure out our next adventure.