The Club - Chapter Two - Sex Stories

The Club - Chapter Two

... approached with a flogger. As we watched, red welts appeared all over her body, and she writhed in torture until her partner rendered sweet release with a wand, her submissive body writing in agony turned to ecstasy.

Another room, another scene. Five men taking their turns with a plump middle-aged woman who screamed filth as, one by one, they penetrated her and then painted her body and face. All this time Kat was edging me, having now become familiar enough with my body to know exactly when to back off and deny me. I trembled as my body screamed for release, but I dared not break the spell.

On and on we explored. I walked in a daze, almost overwhelmed by what I was observing, and still mildly shocked by what I had already experienced, by what I had willingly done. My mind began to race. Just three days ago, I was in my comfortable suburban home, driving my SUV to pick up the kids at school and smiling and waving to the other moms, each ensconced in the trappings of her own existence.

And now, here I was. Naked, dried cum on my body, driven to the maddening edge of orgasm by a young woman whose acquaintance I’d made less than two hours ago. A woman with whom, nonetheless, I felt an intimacy far more powerful than I shared with my closest friends back home. I was truly an inhabitant of another world. A shocking, taboo, secret world. Like a moth to a flame, I had been drawn here. I was thrilled. Every nerve ending ...

... was alive in ways I couldn’t have even imagined.

Suddenly, images of home flashed brightly before me – my loving husband, my beautiful children. Here I was, selling them out, a junkie in search of her fix. The guilt and self-loathing tore through me like a storm, and I was tempted to run, to leave this place as fast as I could and never look back.

Just as suddenly, Kat was standing before me, a powerful sexual glow emanating from her. Arousal and desire arose to do battle with the images from home. I attacked her mouth, kissing her with a frightening intensity. My hand found her breast, and I moaned as I caressed her soft, supple skin and engorged nipple. The images flew away as quickly as they came, and I was dirty Katherine again. I banished them, determined to indulge my newfound inner slut, consequences be damned.

I realized I was in a new home. I had indeed stepped through the door, unshackled from my conventional life. I wasn’t so sure about what Kat had told me, about the door to my old life remaining unlocked. Only time would tell if that were true. For now, there was only a different me — beautiful, sexual, and relentless in pursuit of the pleasures of the flesh. I was playing a dangerous game, but it was precisely that danger that fed my obsession.

“How much more?” Kat had asked. I tried to look forward and couldn’t see the horizon.

A wicked, wry smile crossed my face. The night was indeed young.