The Club - Sex Stories

The Club

The Uber ride seemed to take an eternity, though it really couldn’t have lasted more than ten minutes. My nerves were a jangled mess, my stomach was churning. All the planning, all the preparation, holding my emotions and obsessions in check. Months and months, leading up to this. The wait was nearly over.

The opportunity was unique and nearly perfect. I was on an annual business trip to the West Coast, 2,500 miles and three time zones from home. The conference was scheduled to end after lunch on a Friday. I suppose the organizers assumed many of the attendees would choose to stay the weekend, although in my experience that’s rarely the case.

For me, the timing was such that I couldn’t feasibly make an afternoon flight home, and so my options were a red-eye or stay an extra night and fly home on Saturday. My wonderfully understanding husband not only agreed but urged me to stay the extra night, sleep in, and catch a flight at a reasonable hour.

That meant a perfect storm – a night alone, far from home, in a large and exciting city where no one knew me. And so, here I was, the evening sky deepening, riding through a mysterious neighborhood.

The car came to a stop in front of a nondescript, unmarked building, discreetly tucked away off the main thoroughfare. I took a deep breath, thanked my driver, and, exhaling, stepped to the curb. I double-checked the address in my private notes on my phone and noticed that my hands were trembling. A mix of fear, guilt, and ...

... excitement swirled through me, and in a semi-daze, I walked to the door.

The door. The metaphor wasn’t lost on me, even in my hazy state. A faithful wife, loving mother, by all outward appearances an ordinary, forty-something suburban woman living a safe and comfortable life, about to descend into an entirely different world. One that polite society would tell me I should avoid at all costs.

At the threshold, I hesitated. This was my last, best opportunity to turn back. I briefly weighed the options, guilt battling against my urgent need to escape the suffocating confinement of my ordinary life. A clear voice inside me warned me to walk away from the risk, the betrayal. But something intensely primal seemed to pull me forward.

I banished that inner voice, reached out, and opened the door.

Soft amber light spilled out of the interior, casting an understated glow onto the street. I stepped inside to find myself in a corridor. I followed it to a left turn and continued until it opened into a well-appointed lobby, not unlike that you might find in a high-end restaurant. There was a reception desk, behind which stood a young woman. Her raven-colored hair with bangs framed a pretty face. Bright red lipstick lent a hint of sluttiness to her pouty mouth. Sex was already in the air.

Her bright blue eyes widened in a friendly manner, and a broad smile lit up her face as she greeted me.

“Welcome to our club. May I have your name, please?”

I felt something catch in my ...