by Monica May
We were seated in the back of the room in a booth just as I requested. Ruby’s is romantically lit with red candleholders on each table. We sip wine and talk while we wait for our dinner. Grant wraps his arm around me, and I am pressed against his chest with my arm around his waist. He lifts my chin so he can look into my eyes. “Thank you for not leaving me. Thank you for forgiving me and sticking it out.” He leans down and kisses me firmly.
We are interrupted by the noise of our dinner plates placed on the table. The food smells delicious. His words have distracted me a bit from my original plan. I let Grant get halfway through his meal before my hand slides up his thigh to caress his soft penis. I really should have waited until he was done chewing! I thought I was going to have to do the Heimlich maneuver on him. Now, the entire restaurant is watching and making sure he is still breathing. So much for sexy stroking under the table. We are both laughing hysterically now. After we calm down, we both start eating again, and I slide my hand back up his thigh. He’s not so surprised this time, and he opens his legs a bit to give me better access. My hand slides up his jeans and over his bulge; I can feel his hardness now! I start to rub up and down his length with my left hand while I casually eat with my right.
It’s difficult to carry a normal conversation, but we manage. The waiter comes back to collect our dishes. "Would you all like dessert?" Under the table, Grant puts his large hand over mine to still my motions; he is close to coming in his pants. I don’t typically order dessert, and I know Grant is ready to get out of here, but he has not felt the real surprise yet.
"I will have crème brûlée, and my husband would love some bread pudding." When the waiter walks away, I don’t say a word to Grant. I simply lift my leg across his lap and direct his hand up my thigh.
It doesn’t take him long to figure out what I want. His eyes give me a questioning look to make sure. I lean over and whisper in his ear, “I want you to fuck me with your fingers right here and make me come with all these people sitting in this restaurant.”
“Oh, Shelby, that’s so hot; you are so fucking sexy I may come in my pants.”
I whisper to him, “That’s okay with me.”
I feel his hand at my knee sliding over my suede boots. He gently rubs and massages all the way up to my inner thigh. The waiter approaches our table again to ask if we would like more wine, which I graciously accept for myself. Grant has to drive back home, so he will have to make do with only dessert. He decides to test my limits as the waiter is pouring my wine. he slides his fingers right into my slit, expecting to find panties. I could tell by the look on his face that he was the one surprised. I give him a quick grin as I thank the waiter. The waiter is almost done picking up our dinner plates when Grant’s fingers slide out of me, then up and down my wet lips to my clit.
As soon as the waiter walks away, he leans over to me and says, “You are so wet for me. How am I going to stop myself from fucking you on this table?”
I give an innocent sexy shoulder shrug. “I don’t know, but please make me come soon.”
Waiting for our dessert, Grant teases my clit and gingerly slides his fingers in and out of my slit. I am so close. It’s so raunchy to do this in front of everyone, but it makes it feel that much better, and no one seems to notice. Once our dessert arrives, I start to sample it. The crème brûlée is so good combined with the motion in between my legs. I truly feel like Meg Ryan in that movie. With an intense stare, he watches my face carefully while I eat with his two fingers slowly gliding in and out of me and his thumb circling my clit. This is too intense. I am coming, and I don’t know how not to scream. I put my head down in my palm as if I’m laughing and let my release take over. Once I recover, Grant lifts his hand from under the table and licks his fingers. “That’s the best dessert I’ve ever had.” This was such an arousing experience.
We pay the bill and head home. I figure the forty-minute drive home will be a good time to tell him about the party.
Chapter 16
“Did you enjoy your dinner?”
“Oh, you know I did. Did it turn you on to do that in public?”
“You were sitting at the table with me; is it necessary to ask that question?” He smiles as I go on, “I have to admit, it was a bit awkward at first, but yes, after the initial shock wore off, it was very exciting.” I watch his body language as he drives. I still sense he’s a bit nervous or uncomfortable about the incident. “Was it a great one-time thing, or would you want to do that again?” And here it comes. I can tell by his face that it’s not something he wants to do again. The party’s not going to be a good idea. He is clearly conflicted by what he wants to say. I see the creased lines in his forehead as he rubs it. This is my sign that he has something to say that he really doesn’t want to say out loud.
He glances over at me from the wheel with a very concerned look. “I’m really concerned that you are doing things to try and be bold and sexy because of the “incident.” I feel like I’m forcing you to go out of the box, to do things you wouldn’t normally do. I don’t want to be that man. I don’t want to be the husband you hate because I made you do things that you believe are immoral, things that disgust you. I love you no matter what, and it would break my heart if you were doing these things just because you thought I’d leave if you don’t. I’m not going anywhere. I love you and will be with you forever. I made a huge mistake, and it will never happen again. It’s one thing to do a little more in the bedroom, but I don’t want to push you this far if it’s not something you want to do on your own. I really have been concerned that you are going overboard just to please me. Don’t get me wrong, I love it; I love the new sensual side of you. It’s un-freaking-believable. But I want you to do it only if it’s what comes natural to you. If that’s what you want to do.”
Oh, how I love that he’s so concerned about me. It fills my heart with joy that he truly loves me this much that he’s upset I may be doing this against my better judgment. “So, are you saying that scene at the restaurant was too intense for you to handle?”
“God, no, Shelby, I loved it! I just want to make sure you wanted to do it. I am sorry to make a big deal about it, but this is so unlike you. Twenty years ago, this is what I would have thought you would have turned out to be, but after the kids, it was just different. Your sexuality did not grow after that.”
“I understand where you’re coming from, but please know that while our “cyber incident” was, and still can be, very painful, I’ve learned from it. I’ve grown more than I could have ever imagined. We should want to be like this when we are sixty and eighty. We are all we have left at the end of the day. Our kids will grow up and leave us; we need to want to be together. I have discovered something from within myself that I did not know existed, and it is beautiful.” I scoot over in the seat, lean up against him, and rub my hand up and down along his hard length, “Do you want me to spread my wings, Grant? I have so much more in store for us, but I need to know that you know I am doing it for me, for us, and because I want to go on a sexual journey with you. Do you want to go on that journey with me, Grant?”
“I will go anywhere with you, Shelby, just tell me when and where, and I will be there.”
I nuzzle my nose on the side of his check while I rub his now rock-hard cock. I lick the outside of his ear. “Anywhere?”
“Yes, Shelby, anywhere; where do you want to go?”
“ I want to go to a New Year’s Eve party in the French Quarter.”
“That sounds like fun. Of course, we can do that. Is it at a club or a hotel? What’s the name of the place?”
“It’s called Savannah’s Closet.”
“I have never heard of that place.”
“Well, now that you understand that I’m breaking out of my cocoon and am willing to do some out of the box things, understand this is one of them. Remember the silk tie set I bought you for our anniversary?”
“Of course, I do. I still dream about it. We have to make a habit of using them mor
e often.”
“We will, I promise. But first, let me explain. When I bought them, the saleslady had asked me a ton of questions, and she felt like we were candidates to be invited to this party. She only had a few invitations to give, and she thought we needed this. I know, what does the lady at the sex shop know? Apparently, she could be a sex therapist because she was dead on. Anyway, this is a sex club.” I pause and wait for his reaction while still gently stroking his cock as we talk. His eyes get big, but he doesn’t take them off the road. He is getting harder, so I know it’s a turn on for him.
“Did you just say what I thought you did?”
“Yes, I did. Now, don’t get too excited because in no way do I want to be swingers. This is a swingers club, but the website says straight couples are welcome. I just thought it would be seductive to go and see where it takes us. I’m not sure I would be able to have sex in front of other people, but I think it would be interesting to see what goes on there. I have the packet at home, and we have to go over a few things to make sure we have our own ground rules before we go. Tell me, Grant, are you in, or do you want to think about it first?”
“Think? Hell, no, there’s no thinking required. I'm in. But I have to admit, I’m not down with the swinging stuff either. I would never want to see you with another man. Now, another woman, that I might be able to do! But I could also do without it, so don’t feel like that’s something you have to check off your list.”
“I understand, and I have to admit I am not sure about that either. Don’t tell anyone, but Samantha and her Phillip have done it with another woman, and she said it was the best experience they ever had.” His eyes come off the road for a split second to glance over at me.
“Are you are shitting me? Did they really? What the heck? Did they hire a hooker?”
I giggle. "No, they did not hire a hooker." Then I tell him the whole Dr. Love story.
"What I’m saying is, I don’t want to rule it out, but I don’t want to promise it to you either. Let’s go home and look at the paperwork, and we can decide what we want to do."
“Paperwork, there's paperwork for this party?”
“Yep, we have to decide if we are only going to be with each other, share with anyone, or only share girl-on-girl.” I’m glad to see we are nearing the end of the twenty-three-mile bridge; it is a miracle he has not gotten a ticket during our little talk. The last time I checked, he was doing ninety in a sixty-five.
“You need to slow down; we will be home soon enough, and I will show you the packet. If we want to have sex with each other or even give oral sex to each other, we need to be tested by their doctors. I know it’s kind of weird, but those are the rules. Once we decide what we want, we will go to the doctor. After it's all approved, they will send us ID badges and bracelets in the mail. The badges will have all the color codes on the back so no one tries to approach you in a manner in which you are not comfortable with.”
“So, are you saying if we do just each other, we cant speak to anyone else?”
“No, we can socialize with anyone, but they don’t want you to make unwanted advances to someone that has stated via their bracelet they are not interested. And changing your mind on the premises is not allowed; that means if I say no to girl-on-girl before we go and I change my mind once I’m there, too bad, so sad."
“I have to admit ,I am not sure if we are ready for that. I know it’s my number one fantasy, but now that it's a real possibility, I’m not sure if I want to make you do that.”
“That makes two of us. I am not sure about it either. But I’m sure about the party, are you?”
“Yes, can you feel how hard my dick is in your hand? That should tell you, I'm sure.” With a smile on my face, I kiss his cheek and pull away to my side of the truck. We are now pulling into our subdivision, ready to run each other over to get to the bedroom. This is going to be hard and quick since the foreplay has lasted three hours.
We literally run to the front step where Grant is trying his best to get the key into the door. Barely inside the door, I’m tugging at Grant's zipper then dropping to my knees and taking him into my mouth. I slide my tongue around the tip and up and down the shaft. As much as I want him inside of me right now, I’m being greedy. Sucking him makes him very large and hard. I want to get him as big as possible. Taking him deep into my throat, I suck as I pull out. I only get a few sucks in before Grant has scooped me up and gathered my dress around my waist. He lifts me by my ass, and I wrap my legs around his waist. I feel my back pressed up against the front door.
“Hold onto my neck; this is going to be quick.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on tight as his huge dick is at my entrance. He’s rubbing it up and down my wetness. I am about to beg for it when he pushes in with one hard thrust. His pelvic bone is up against mine with his balls on my ass. It’s so deep in this position. He pins me up against the door with his shoulders and he grabs my thighs to hold me up as he pounds in and out of me. I feel the tingling in my toes that comes just before my orgasm. I lift my pelvis to give him more of me, and he takes it, all of it; we are both moaning and panting. He picks up his pace, and I know he’s close. I let go and allow my release to hit me in all its glory. My body shakes with pleasure while Grant is still pumping in and out. Within seconds, he is coming right behind me calling out my name in between hard kisses.
Chapter 17
Well, that went well! The whole sex club thing and the hands-on attention at Ruby Reds pleasantly surprised Grant. This is going to be exciting. But what is not exciting is this verification process.
We completed the first part of the application, which was basic information to make sure we’re not criminals or law enforcement. I’m not sure which one is worse to them. Anyway, now we sit in their private doctor’s office. This is a fancy office in the ritzy uptown area. This exam includes a basic health test to make sure your heart can withstand a lot of excitement! There is a blood test to make sure we don’t have STDs and a saliva test to check our hormone levels. If our hormone levels are low, this document states they will offer us supplements to take the week before the party.
While the entire ordeal is awkward, it also gives us a sense of comfort knowing the level of concern in reference to passing diseases from person to person. Our exam is done, and we are waiting for our paperwork when a very attractive redheaded woman walks in. She doesn’t say a word to us but smiles in a very knowing way, which makes me blush.
Before now, we were the only patients in the waiting room. Suddenly, the room feels cramped, and I’m ready to bolt. The redhead puts her name on the clipboard and sits next to me. The entire room is empty, and she takes the freaking seat next to me as I try my best to ignore the situation. Just as she sits down, the door opens, a nurse steps out, hands me paperwork, and with a polite smile, says, “You two are all set; have a good time at Savannah’s Closet.”
That’s my cue to get the heck out of Dodge. I bend down to pick up my purse, and when I start to stand, I feel a slender hand on my arm. I turn to see the redhead who says, “I sure hope to see you at the party wearing a pink bracelet.”
I simply smile and walk away. OMG, I’m not sure if I can do this. I’m having a bit of a mini panic attack as we walk out to the parking lot. Grant notices my frozen face. “What did she say to you?”
I tell him what she said, and we have a repeat of the same conversation we had on the bridge the night of our dinner at Ruby’s. “I know, I know, I don’t have to do this, and I just might not. Let me think about it, please. We have until mid-December to pick a bracelet, which gives me nine days left to decide.” Nine days to decide if I even want to go, at this point! Good thing we didn’t have to pay the $500.00 invitation fee in addition to the $300.00 per person doctor’s fee. I have nothing holding me to this party if I change my mind. I just have to decide in NINE days.
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Eight days have gone by, and I have changed my mind back and forth a million times. It's the old bo
ring me fighting my new inner sex goddess. I want to let the sex goddess win, I really do, but can I let her win? Yes, yes, I can. We are going to the party, and I have chosen to wear a pink bracelet. What does pink mean, you ask? Yep, it means that I can mingle with the ladies if I choose. Grant has a black bracelet which means he can only mingle with me. Even though I have gone back and forth, I decide to give myself the option if I want it. I know Grant won’t push me, so I want to have the option if I feel like it’s something for us.
All the paperwork has been completed, arrangements have been made for the kids, and we are all set. I have one more surprise up my sleeve—a limo—yep, limo sex!
We have received our password and additional information to access the club’s member’s only site. I received the e-mail earlier today at work, and it is killing me not to look, but I'm certain the site is blocked by corporate. Grant and I wait for the kids to go to bed before checking it out. We log on to the website, and it has tons of pictures, none of which are during business hours. It appears they were taken before they were open for business. We are still able to get an idea of what to expect when we get there, or at least the layout of the club, anyway. I'm glad to see it appears clean. For the money people spend to go to this place, I would have imagined it would be a bit fancier. But on a scale of one to ten, I would call it a seven.
Just as Candy explained, they have two floors to the club. The first floor is the introduction level, where people can get to know each other, called the Ballroom. This is a clothing-required floor. Their New Year’s Eve theme is Masquerades. Typical New Orleans style black tie for men, formal gowns for women, and masks, which are required for everyone on the first floor, per the website. The pictures we scroll through online show the ballroom to be a typically classy bar setting. There is a large marbled dance floor and a bar on one end with a piano off to the other side.
