Brent and Joan Evans had been longing to go on a vacation together for well over a year. Between their families, large circle of friends and demanding jobs, the two of them had all but forgotten what it was like to spend some quality time alone with each other. Finally though, opportunity fell upon them and they were both thrilled as they drove their rental car down the famous Strip in Las Vegas, Nevada.

"So, what to you want to do first?" Brent said to his wife of seven years. Glancing at her as they came to stop at a traffic light, he smiled as he had done countless times before, once again admiring her beauty. Despite these years together, he still couldn't believe how lucky he was to have such a gorgeous woman as his wife. An Asian-Anglo mix, her face was soft and breathtakingly beautiful; her subtle brown eyes highlighted by the way her silky black hair hung loosely around the sides of her face. As for her body, she had a sultry, petite build; one that, whenever they strolled down the beach near their home together, the sight of her in a bikini had induced hundreds of men to stare at her with deep lust in their eyes. However, physically speaking anyway, there was one more additional and very special trait his wife had that almost always made him forget about the rest---her smile; it was one that never failed to make his heart skip a beat.

Next to him, Joan was glancing back at her husband as she thought of the best way to answer his question. Before he asked however, she had been lost in thought thinking about their relationship. Whenever she looked back into their past, she could remember clearly how extremely handsome she thought Brent was the very first time she laid eyes on him. What made her fall in love with him though was the way he had never made her feel like an object, a prize or a possession as other men had treated her before. Even more, he had never failed to bring her back up whenever she was down; always provided encouragement whenever she needed it; supported her with any pursuit she wanted to make; made her feel secure; and, perhaps most importantly, had helped break her out of the protective shell that had been formed around her by her loving but often too controlling mother. The fact that Brent was ten years her senior was also a big plus because she had always felt more comfortable around older men, a result of her close relationship with her father she guessed.

Now though, she was heavily contemplating something that had been on her mind for almost a year. Away from life's demands back home, now she was free do something different, do something she hoped would not only be new, but exciting. Still debating the best way to broach this topic with her husband, Joan continued to remain silent as Brent started moving the car further down the Strip.

When Joan didn't respond to his question, Brent knew immediately from past experience that something was brewing in his wife's mind. Curious, he asked, "You're being quiet! What are you thinking so hard about?" After a brief pause, he then followed jokingly, "It can't be that serious! We're on vacation!"

Joan grinned knowing her husband was on to her as she said, "Well, there's several things, I just don't know what I want to do first! One thing, for sure, is I want to go to a really nice dinner with you. Two, I want to go shopping at the Forums in Caesars Palace. And three, when we get back to our hotel room later tonight, I want you to fuck me so you can give me a nice, strong orgasm!"

Brent laughed the second he heard her third choice. He loved it whenever she made such bold statements. He never tired hearing Joan telling him she wanted to "fuck". Hearing her say she wanted to "make love" was enjoyable, too. But, "fuck" always had that extra edge to it. Reflexively, simply hearing her say it often made his penis become erect, and it did then. However, he sensed she wasn't finished. Pushing her on, he said, "And, what's number four?"

Hearing this, Joan briefly bit down on her bottom lip, something she always did whenever she was anxious, nervous or excited. After taking in a guarded breath, for some strange reason concerned how Brent's response was going to be, she replied, "Well, I've been listening to some of the girls at work talking about how much they enjoy going to strip clubs with their husbands or friends. Hearing them talk about it the way they do has made me really curious what it's like and, well, I want you to take me to one so I can find out for myself!"

Before Joan was even finished, Brent's eyebrows were raised in deep surprise. Okay, I wasn't expecting that, he thought to himself.

Now, Joan was no saint, he knew that. Despite being the one and only man she had ever made love to and despite the strong inhibitions that had been ingrained in her from her Catholic upbringing, over the years he had seen how far Joan had broken away from the protective shell she was brought up in. During the last couple of years he thoroughly enjoyed how she had become much more open with her sexuality; how she responded more readily to fantasy or dirty talk in bed; very much enjoyed how she became more receptive to having sex in new positions or locations; admired how she had come to enjoy watching hardcore porn just as much, if not more, then he did.

However, despite these significant changes in regards to her sexuality over the years, one thing that had never changed was how much Joan wanted to keep this aspect of her life private, very much so. In addition to this, Joan was pretty shy until she got to know you. Because of these traits, Brent didn't think Joan could ever go into a place like a strip club. Heck, she won't even go into the adult section of the video store we rent movies at, he thought to himself even further. Sitting there, between this and the realization that Joan now actually wanted him to take her to a gentlemen's club was making him speechless.

"Are you mad?" From Brent's silence, Joan feared he might be.

"What? No! No! Not at all! I'm just very surprised, that's all!" After saying this, Brent needed to draw in a deep breath due to the effects of a sudden adrenaline rush. Despite the years they had been married, he still felt a twinge of excitement whenever he discussed anything related to sex with his wife. But, the rush hj~‰s feeling now was a lot more intense then what he had become accustomed to. As he drew in another deep breath, he felt like a thousand butterflies were bouncing around in his stomach.

"Did I upset you?" As she spoke, Joan was now thinking she should have kept her curiosity to herself.

"No! You didn't upset me at all!" Brent replied, tenderly squeezing his wife's thigh to emphasize his words.

Joan felt comforted by this. Before she could say anything further though, Brent asked, "So, what's got you so curious about going to a strip club?"

"It's only been a couple of times but whenever the girls talk about it, they always seem to put emphasis on how exciting and sexy it is. But emphasis on how much of a turn-on it is for them and their husbands or boyfriends. I just want to see what those places are really like inside and if they're as fun as they say they are!" As she spoke, Joan felt a lustful chill just thinking about it. Continuing, she added, "You've been in one! What did you think?"

"Well, it was a long time ago! I've been in one just once and that was when I was, like, twenty-two I think. Geez, sixteen years ago!"

"Did you like it?"

"I don't know. Well, I do remember I didn't think much of it because I knew I couldn't touch or play with any of the women, so why was I torturing myself. Plus, I was single at the time and I didn't have a way of relieving the tension that built up inside me that night the way I would have preferred." After a brief pause, Brent quickly added, "In hindsight though, I can see how some people would find it erotic or sexy!"

After saying this, both Joan and Brent sat silently, thinking. For Brent, he was not only still feeling the affects of being taken aback by Joan's new curiosity, he was beginning to wonder what else Joan had been hearing from her friends at work. Because of this, he had to ask, "Now you've got me really curious! Have you been thinking about maybe dancing in a strip club or something like that too, or are you just curious to see what it would be like inside?" As he said this, he knew Joan had a body and figure that could easily be placed in a magazine like Playboy, let alone displayed in gentleman's club working as an exotic dancer if she wanted to. Shoot, he thought to himself, she would make a hell of a lot of money doing it if she ever did.

Immediately confirming what he expected all along though, Joan replied, "No! No way! I would never dance in one! I'm just really curious, that's all! And, besides, we're in Vegas! I won't be paranoid about someone we know or some client of mine seeing me here!"

After a few seconds, barely believing he was actually saying it, barely believing what was happening, Brent said, "Okay! Let's go! It'll be fun! Besides, at least this time I know I'll be getting lucky afterward!"

Hearing this, Joan laughed, excited he said yes. However, making sure one last time, she asked, "Are you sure you really want to go, though?"

"Yeah! What's that catchphrase now? What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas!"

Happily, Joan responded, "I like that!" She had heard that catch phrase before, as well. For her though, before the sun would rise the next morning, it would mean so much more.

A few hours later, after shopping, a nice dinner at The Bellagio hotel and a couple of glasses of wine, Brent and Joan finally parked their car at a place called the Penthouse Club. As Brent paid the entrance fee to get into the strip club, both were feeling nervous. Especially Joan, for she was finally going to experience something she had very much wanted to do for some time.

After entering, Brent was immediately surprised how nice it was inside. The place he remembered going to many years before was a dump, smelling like stale smoke and alcohol with average-at-best looking girls he could barely see on dimly lit stages. This club, however, was definitely high-end due to its excellent sound system, leather chairs, clean floors, attractive lighting; and even more so, the exceptionally beautiful women.

For Joan, it was only the women that she noticed, first. She had always considered herself straight, very much so. When it came to sex, she wanted a man. She loved feeling Brent on top of her, inside her. However, during the last year or two she had become attuned to the fact that she was beginning to feel more and more curious what it would be like to have sex with another woman. But, that was all it ever was, ever would be, just curiosity. Nevertheless, she did find a woman's body beautiful and was easily turned-on by the sight of one whenever she watched an adult movie or flipped through one of Brent's Penthouse magazines. And seeing these woman now---all in various states of undress, some around her giving lap dances topless, some on a large stage about thirty feet away, completely naked---made her feel arousal in a way she had never experienced before. With the tight fitting, red mini-dress she had decided to wear this night, she soon found herself anxiously wanting to take a seat, fearful the lacey underwear she was wearing underneath might in some way allow some of the vaginal secretions she knew was now being created heavily within to escape.

Because of this, Joan was relieved when a hostess walked up to her and Brent. Immediately though, she felt even more titillation when she saw that the woman's entire body could be easily seen through the transparent lingerie she was wearing. Holding on to Brent's arm, she listened with him as the hostess explained to them how busy the club was this night, asking if they would mind whether or not another couple could join them at their table sometime later on, if necessary. Joan felt mildly uncomfortable about this at first, but when told that if they didn't have any objections they could sit closer to the stage, she told Brent it would be okay after he asked. With that, the hostess then guided them to a table just a few feet away from the large stage that rested prominently in the middle of the club.

As Brent walked behind Joan toward their table, his eyes locked in on her backside. God she looks sexy tonight, he thought to himself. As they continued walking however, through his peripheral vision he quickly caught a number of stares being thrown directly at her. Aware of this, he asked himself silently, I wonder how many of you guys wish you could have her for yourself? And as he thought this, very secret fantasies of his started to run heavily through his mind. These thoughts quickly making him want to take a seat as well, wanting to do so in order to hide what he knew was rapidly going to be a visible bulge in his pants.

For the moment, the table at which they were seated was empty. After ordering drinks, they both then began to look around. Smiling, Brent glanced to his right so he could watch a couple of woman as they performed lab dances in the midst of a large number of male patrons seated in the club. As he did so though, he again discovered a number of stares being directed toward his wife. Again, the knowledge of this, that men were still looking at her, admiring her even after she was seated, knowing what they were likely thinking, knowing what they were probably wanting, it all excited him even more.

For Joan, sitting next to Brent, her complete focus was on the stage to her left. On it, only about four feet from where she sat was a woman who looked to be nineteen years old at the most. Completely nude, the young brunette was dancing, using a pole for support as she twirled around it like an acrobat; occasionally highlighting her seductive performance by grinding her exquisite body directly against it in what was a purposeful, extremely provocative display.

Mesmerized, Joan admired the dancer's performance for the next five minutes or so, gradually becoming acutely aware that her own nipples were hardening as she continued to watch. At one point, feeling her face flush when her eyes unexpectedly locked with the dancer's, her jaw dropping when the woman continued to stare directly at her as she slid her back slowly down the length of the pole, purposefully spreading her thighs apart as she did so, her act fully exposing her femininity in a way Joan knew instinctively was meant for her alone to see. A few seconds later though, she found herself covering her mouth in shock when the dancer reached down and began to playfully tap her vagina purposely for Joan to watch even further, the act causing a ring pierced through one of the dancer's labia to sparkle like a diamond.

Fortunately for Brent, he too caught the last minute or two of the dancer's performance, greatly admiring how she was teasing his wife. Noticing Joan's face now had a sharp pink hue, he asked, "Are you doing okay?"

Caught staring wide-eyed at the dancer, Joan giggled. Looking at her husband, she smiled and said simply, "Yeah! I'm fine!"

"So, what do you think? Do you like?" As Brent asked, he thoroughly enjoyed seeing the flushed look on Joan's face.

"I know we just got here, but, I really like it! The girls at work were right, these places are hot!" As she said this, Joan leaned into Brent taking hold of his upper arm, pressing her body against his.

Liking this, Brent responded. "I thought your friends said these places were 'sexy'?"

Smiling, Joan looked directly into her husband's eyes and said, "Hot is my word! Sexy somehow isn't good enough!"

Hearing this, Brent was surprised, especially given the short period of time they had been in the club. But, he loved her response.

For the next thirty minutes or so, both watched a number of different dancers as they performed on the stage; breaking away on occasion to admire a particular performer they liked watching a little earlier as she later mingled in the audience behind them, watching even closer when the dancer provided what looked to be a very titillating lab dance for a patron who happily forked over the twenty dollar fee. In time though, Brent caught the same hostess that had guided him and Joan to their table coming toward them with another couple. Watching them as they approached, Brent saw that the man of the party looked to be in his early fifties, the woman in her late thirties. Both were very attractive with nice bodies, the man wearing an expensive business suit, the woman a sexy yet conservative dress. When the hostess reached their table, Brent stood and the couples introduced themselves. Then, after exchanging pleasantries, all of them sat down. After a few seconds of awkward silence followed, the older gentleman broke the discomfort, asking, "We haven't seen you two here before! Are you both visiting Vegas from out of town?"

"Yes, we are! We're from Los Angeles!" Brent replied.

With that said, the couples started to chat, initially discussing such things as their careers, home, the usual getting-to-know-someone-new kind of conversations people have. As time passed, Brent and Joan quickly found themselves becoming very comfortable around them. In fact, both soon found they very much enjoyed their company. For Brent and Joan, they enjoyed hearing about Stephen's work as a trial lawyer who specialized in going after corrupt HMOs, and Stacey's work as a manager at a very renowned restaurant at a high-end hotel on the Strip. For Stephen and Stacey, they were intrigued listening to Brent discussing his work a television news producer, and Joan's work as a clothing designer. As the minutes continued to drift by, all would be surprised when they learned an hour-and-a-half had rolled off the clock.

As the group conversed for another hour, comfort levels among the four continued to increase steadily allowing the frankness and intimacy of their discussion to expand even further. Inspired by their surroundings, and with the help of alcohol, the group's focus gradually turned toward more risque topics. Initially, tame curiosities like how each couple first met, first kisses, etc. were discussed. It was one of the women, however, who was the first to ask a much more intimate question, taking things to a higher level when Stacey asked, "So you two, how old were each of you when you lost your virginity?"

Although Joan had thus far opened up to the new couple more then he would have ever predicted, Brent still had a strong feeling his wife would to be very hesitant or perhaps even unwilling to answer Stacey's question. Because of this, he quickly responded in an attempt to avoid an awkward moment at the table, saying, "It wasn't by choice but I was eighteen when I lost mine. I was probably the only guy from my high school that didn't lose his virginity before graduation. In fact, they probably have a plaque with my name on it somewhere in my old school because it seemed like everybody was doing it except me!"

Hearing this, everyone laughed.

"How was your first experience when it did happen?" Stacey followed.

"It was fun! Before I changed majors in college, I was in sports medicine. At a convention in Albuquerque, New Mexico of all places, I met a student there who was a few years older then me. At first, when she learned about my virginity from a friend of mine she teased me about it all day. But, that night, she took it from me!" After a brief pause, Brent then added, "It was a great first experience!"

Smiling, Stacey said, "From the grin on your face, it looks like it was!"

Now her turn, Joan usually would have been resistant in continuing with such a conversation, especially with two people whom she had just met. But, with alcohol flowing through her veins lowering her guardedness, not to mention the strong arousal she was feeling, still very much aware of what was commencing around her, she surprised even herself when she dove into the topic at hand and responded, "Brent was my first! The night we got married!" After a brief pause, she followed, "He's my first and only!"

Hearing this, Stephen quickly responded. "That's a rare thing these days! It's very admirable! Very sweet, actually!"

Looking at him, Joan smiled from Stephen's compliment. Sitting directly across from her at the table, she had found him to be an extremely attractive man, thinking this the second she saw him earlier. And as she got to know him as the evening progressed, however, her attraction for him had grown to a point she was now feeling uncomfortable by it. From the group's conversation, she quickly thought of him as being charming, his smile comforting and his sharp blue eyes almost hypnotic; the fact that he was twenty years older then she was an added turn-on, as well. Catching herself staring at him on occasion, she realized she saw in him seasoning, experience and confidence: traits she very much liked in a man. Before breaking her eyes away from his following his compliment, beginning to feel slightly exposed that their eyes were locked in the other's the way they were, she replied, "Thanks!"

Emboldened by Joan's answer a second earlier, Stacey then asked, "It is very sweet! But, have you ever been curious what it would be like to be with another man?"

Blushing, Joan quickly responded, "Oh, I think everybody is curious what that would be like!" As soon as the words left her mouth, she desperately wished she could take them back.

Hearing this, Brent's complete attention fell on Joan, very much taken aback by what she just said. Sitting there, he recalled asking her once when they were watching an adult movie together if she had ever had any regrets not being able to "soil her oats" before she had met him. Immediately, he remembered, she told him no. Sitting silently, grinning at her, he wondered if she had been truthful with him before. Suddenly, wondering if she truly was curious what it would be like to be intimate with someone else, and for how long, he felt a surge of adrenaline that made his heart race.

Feeling uncomfortable and now even more exposed, Joan looked to throw the focus of conversation off of her onto someone else, quickly asking, "How about you two? How old were you?"

Loving conversations such as these, Stephen quickly jumped in, "Me? I was fourteen!" Seeing Brent and Joan's surprised looks, he immediately followed, "Yeah! I know! I was an early beginner! Believe it or not, I got seduced by my neighbor's wife when he was on a long assignment overseas."

Seeing the look on Stephen's face as he talked about it, Joan said, "You give a strong impression like Brent just did that your first time is a fond memory for you, too!"

Smiling, locking his eyes on Joan's once again, he replied simply, "It is!"

Brent noticed it almost immediately when he and Joan first met their new friends. But, it was even more obvious to Brent now that Stephen couldn't keep his eyes off his wife, especially when they all started to talk about more intimate subjects. As with the other men in the club, he didn't mind Stephen's attention on her at all. In fact, in a bigger way then he expected, his more personal attention on Joan was turning him on far greater then the others.

One thing that did concern him earlier though was what Stephen's wife Stacey would think of it all. Studying her, however, he soon came to realize that she didn't seem to care in the least; the way she was flirting with him now reinforcing that. Whatever was the case, the lack of any outward jealousy by both Stephen and Stacey comforted him. Seeing that Joan was displaying no signs of jealousy either was a nice thing as well because he wanted everyone to continue enjoying themselves.

Everyone was.

Wanting to keeps things going just as much as he knew Stephen probably did, Brent asked Stacey, "How about you! How old were you?"

"I was the same age as you were! I was eighteen! Lost it my first year in college, too!"

Wanting to know more, Brent quickly followed, "And how was it? Was it magical?"

"No! Actually, my first was a black guy and he was hung like a horse! I thought I was going to die the first time I did it! Hurt like hell and I was sore afterwards for a month!"

Hearing her emphasis on this, everyone laughed.

As Stacey continued talking, Joan could see easily the way Stephen stared warmly at his wife as she reminisced about the night she lost her virginity. Seeing how he looked at her, strongly sensing he enjoyed listening to his wife's past sexual escapades, she strangely found herself aroused by this. She didn't know why, it just did. Thinking this, when Stacey finished telling everyone about her first experience, Joan surprised herself when she asked boldly, "Well, you know I've only been with one man. Now it's your turn, how many men have you been intimate with?" After a brief pause, cautious she may be overstepping a boundary, she followed, "If you don't mind me asking?"

Without missing a beat, Stacey replied, "Well, that depends on your definition of 'intimate'!"

Taken aback by this, Joan stammered out, "Umm! I..." Not able to continue, Joan's face turned mildly red from her embarrassment.

Coming to her rescue, Stephen announced, "I think she wants to know how many men you've fucked, sweetheart!"

Absorbing this, Stacey threw him a devilish grin before looking at Joan. Intuitively guessing Joan might not be ready to hear her true number of conquests, she responded, "It's a few!" The way she said it, everyone knew immediately that "a few" actually meant a lot.

Taking a nervous sip of wine from her glass, finding she wanted to know the true number even more so now, Joan asked shyly, "Okay, now you've got me really curious! How many?"

With a serious look on her face, Stacy threw Joan an okay-you-wanted-to-know-but-don't-judge-me-by-it glance before replying simply, "It's around fifty or so!"

Reflexively, Joan's jaw dropped in shock. Deeply surprised by the number, she immediately looked at Stephen to see his response. Not surprised, she saw him smiling as he caressed his wife's upper back in a loving manner with his fingers. Not knowing what to think, she couldn't believe what she was saying when she asked him, "And you? How about you! How many women have you been with?"

Staring directly into Joan's eyes, Stephen replied, "I've had the extreme pleasure of being with a few more!"

For several seconds, nothing further was said. The moment Joan asked her question, Stephen was concerned she wouldn't be able to hold well the true number of women he had sex with in his past. Especially given the fact it was well over a hundred.

For Joan, initially she found herself not really wanting to know. But, as she continued thinking about it, she began to feel titillated in wanting to know. As before, she didn't know why she was feeling sensations such as this, she just did. However, in the end, she couldn't bring herself to ask.

Several more excruciating seconds passed by as an awkward silence once again fell upon the table. Wanting to break this, Stephen soon asked, "How about you Brent? You're the last one?"

Glad he asked a question to get things moving again, Brent replied, "Well, Joan knows this. I was kind of a playboy before I met her, though not as studly as you two." After saying this Brent paused to make sure Richard and Stacey took this statement as a mild compliment, not an insult. Confident that they did, he then followed, "I've been with twenty-five, counting Joan of course."

Smiling, now feeling even more titillated because of the number of lovers Stephen and Stacey had had in their past, Joan quickly teased Brent, saying, "That's only the number of woman you actually gone all the way with! You've actually been intimate with like, forty or so! You don't count oral sex as sex, either! Or, when you had a condom on! That 'barrier' thing of yours!"

As Brent rolled his eyes, he deadpanned, "Yeah! Well..."

Jumping in, Stephen said, "Oh! If we're counting condoms, then my number is a lot less!!"

"Mine, too!!" Stacey added.

With this said, everyone laughed once again.

After another round of drinks were ordered and brought to the table, Stephen asked the next bold question. "So, where is the wildest, most dangerous, exciting, whatever place you two have had sex?"

Smiling, Joan once again thoroughly surprised Brent when she quickly answered, "On the beach in Maui! At night, we strolled down the beach a ways and when we knew for sure we were alone, we went into an area with a lot of palm trees and made love to each other." After pausing, she then added impulsively, "It was really exciting!"

Thinking about the dynamics, Stacey asked, "Wasn't the sand annoying, though?"

"No! We were standing when we did it!" Joan replied, feeling slightly embarrassed again the second she said it.

As he listened, Stephen swallowed anxiously, titillated as Joan provided slightly more graphic but still cautiously restrictive detail about what happened on the beach that night in Maui. Looking at her as she spoke, he thought she was breathtakingly beautiful, thinking so the moment he and Stacey walked into the club earlier. But now, hearing her discuss an intimate and sensual topic from her past, all he could do was picture in his mind the sight of her holding on to a palm tree, naked and bent over while she was being fucked from behind; the repeating visual quickly making his mouth water, forcing him to adjust how he sat so he could make room for the growth now occurring in his pants.

For Brent, he too found it immensely exciting listening to his wife openly discuss such an erotic, private moment they had shared in the past, especially in front of two people who were nearly complete strangers. Sitting there, finding himself continuously surprised again and again by Joan's sudden and new frankness, wondering where it was coming from, he was thoroughly enjoying the evening because he was witnessing first-hand a new awakening in her, showing him sides of her he thought she could never possess. All of this inspired even further when he heard her ask next, "How about you two? Where was the most exciting place you two have done it?"

Now feeling aroused herself, Stacey immediately answered Joan's question while looking at Stephen, giving the impression to both Brent and Joan that it was a mutually fond memory for the two of them as she said, "A few years ago, we went to an old, seedy adult movie theater somewhere in San Francisco. There were maybe six or seven guys, another couple and the two of us in there. After watching the movie for a while, Stephen started to tease me with his fingers. And, well, after a while I couldn't take it anymore so I straddled him and did him right there in front of everyone!"

As his ears absorbed Stacey's words, Brent sighed.

As for Joan, not able to keep it at bay, she again felt her face flushing as a jolt of lust filled energy shot through her body, the charge seeming to peak when it reached her vagina. Feeling a chill, she quickly licked her soft lips before taking another sip from her glass of wine. After a few seconds of thought, she asked Stacey what she already guessed was going to be her answer, "What was the most exciting thing for you when you did that?"

"Being watched!"

Not able to stop herself, Joan then asked, "What were the other people doing in the theater when you were doing it?"

Feeling a twinge in her sex from the memory, Stacey replied, "Most of the men masturbated around us as they watched."

This time, it was Joan's turn to sigh.

For the next twenty minutes, further intimate details were discussed. Questions asked and answered about favorite positions, favorite foreplay, etc. As the conversation continued, just as Brent had noticed but unaware of it herself, Joan had become more and more attuned to Stephen's heavy focus on her, his attention making her concerned how it might be affecting Stacey. But, woman's intuition eventually told her that Stacey wasn't threatened by what was slowly becoming more open flirtation between her and Stephen.

Much more importantly though, she was concerned how Brent might be taking it all. Knowing him as well as she did, she knew he would have told her that it was time to go, albeit in a polite manner, if he was being bothered by what was happening. Up to this point though, he had shown absolutely no indication that he was.

And that was a very good thing too because at some point during everyone's conversation about sex, especially when things had become much more heated, she had felt Stephen's lower leg rubbing against her own. Thinking it was an accident, she immediately moved her leg a few inches away from him. A few moments later though, she felt his leg being pressed firmly against her's once again. When this happened, Joan knew instantly what he was doing was intentional and his boldness shocked her. But, before she could move her leg away from him again, she caught him looking at her in a way that took her breath away. Cautiously, as her pulse started to race, she glanced at their spouses but neither Brent nor Stacey saw the way he was looking at her because the two of them were heavily involved in a conversation amongst themselves. As her eyes drifted back to Stephen's, he then threw her a look that told her he was fully aware she knew what he was doing to her. With this, he then began to rub his leg slowly up and down her exposed calf.

Feeling this, the touch of his leg against her's, despite it being so tame, so innocent, gave Joan a thrill she hadn't experienced in a very long time; all of it heightened by the fact she was fully allowing him to do this to her while she was sitting right at her husband's side. Thinking of the potential danger, she knew she should stop what was happening, but she found she couldn't. Even more, at that moment, she knew she would be disappointed if Stephen did so.

As for Stephen, he had no intention of stopping, only pausing now and then so he could adjust how he was seated. Each time, quickly resuming his gentle caress against one of Joan's perfect legs. At one point, pressing things even further when he slyly pulled up one of his pant legs before sliding down his sock so he could rub his bare skin against her's; his pulse pounding when he saw goosebumps starting to rise on Joan's forearms almost immediately after he increased the intimacy of his playful touch.

Excited by this, thrilled that she was physically responding to what he was doing secretly underneath the table, excited even more that she was actually letting him do anything in the first place, he quickly found himself wanting desperately to do something even more risky and bold with her. Not able to do anything like that now though, he just continued to study her as he steadily toyed with her below. In time, realizing he was slowly dying inside wanting to know how far she would actually let him tease her, how intimately she would let him touch her, not with his leg but with the full use of his hands. But, for the moment, he could only be content with what he was doing now. And, for the moment, he was enjoying himself immensely.

About thirty minutes later, after glancing at his watch seeing it was midnight, Stephen decided it was time to roll the dice with their new friends. With Stacey already in on what was a predetermined plan, he asked, "Well, you two! We've had a very fun and stimulating conversation with you both tonight. With that said, would you two be interested in going somewhere that's even more exotic and risque then this place is? A place I strongly suspect you two have never been to before?"

Hearing this, Brent and Joan looked curiously at each other. Guardedly, but with interest, Brent then asked, "What kind of place would that be?"

"Well, there is a club we like to go to sometimes called, well, simply, The Club. It's, a...um..." Stephen stopped in mid-sentence, suddenly having second thoughts that Brent and Joan might not actually be open or interested in going to the type of place he was thinking about. Sitting there, he really wasn't sure he wanted to take a chance at possibly ruining what had been a very enjoyable evening thus far.

Curious by the uneasy look now present on Stephen's face, Brent worked to pry out of Stephen what he was about to say, asking, "And...this place is...?"

"Well...it's a social club!" Stephen finally announced, his level of arousal eventually overriding his fear of ending the night with any hard feelings between the two couples.

Feeling both intense rush and heavy surprise, Brent immediately replied, "You mean... it's a swingers club?"

Without blinking an eye, looking loosely at Joan to judge her reaction, Stephen answered, "Yeah! It is!" Before Brent or Joan could say anything in response however, he continued, "Obviously, you two don't have to go if you're uncomfortable, but Stacey and I think it would be a fun experience for all of us if you joined us. With that said, we're not looking to get into your pants or anything like that at all. We've gone with couples that've never been to a swingers club before and the majority of the time they don't do a thing. There's no pressure there for you to have sex, or take off your clothes or anything like that. It's just always been a really fun, interesting time and we were wondering if you both would like to continue the night in our company. But, in a way with some added fun and adventure to it!!"

"Gee, I don't know!" Saying this, Brent spoke more for Joan then for himself. Between the night's conversation and the highly attractive woman dancing around him, not to mention the way he was steadily finding himself becoming more and more intrigued by Stacey, he found himself very curious and really wanting to go. He just didn't expect Joan would want to and was simply giving her an out. However, she wasn't saying anything at the moment, which heavily surprised him yet again.

At that moment, one thing that Brent didn't know was Stephen was still continuing to rub his leg firmly against Joan's calf, doing so in a way that was urging her to say yes. Silent as she absorbed the sensation, she could feel her heart continuing to pound in her chest, a part of her actually fearful Brent might hear it. Smiling cautiously at her husband as he looked at her, she felt a strong sense of hesitation in going forward with anything further this night. However, because of her heightened state of arousal, enhanced by the wine she had been drinking and Stephen's secret, bold touch underneath the table, her hormones decided to dictate the night's possible direction when she asked Stacey, "What's this place really like?"

Smiling, Stacey immediately answered, "It's really nice! Everyone is laid back, some of the nicest people you'll ever meet, actually. There are some guys around who provide security but I've never seen any trouble there. The place is pretty big! It has two floors. Downstairs there's a bar and a dance floor. There's a Jacuzzi area, too. Upstairs is where the more risque things take place. Overall, it's a fun and very save place to go. I really like it! I've always enjoyed myself there!"

After Stacey spoke, the group fell silent. Thinking, Joan knew everyone's attention was back on her again. Looking at Brent, he smiled at her encouragingly and she knew right then that he wanted to go. After a few more seconds of thought, she told herself, Heck with it! You only live once! You're away from home, too! Who'll ever know? Drawing in a nervous breath before looking at Brent one last time for reassurance, she then said, "Okay, if you promise I'm not going to get raped or anything, then I'll go! You two have got me really curious now...so...I'll go!!" Right then, as the last word left her mouth, realizing she was now actually going to go someplace she had never even dreamed about, Joan felt an intense rush flow through her entire body; the sensation making her nipples harden again as she spasmed sharply for a brief, very pleasurable second.

Smiling due to the sight of Joan's brief shiver, less then a minute later, Stacey said to her softly as they followed their husbands out of the strip club, "You'll be okay, Joan! Our husband's will protect us!" After a brief pause though, her next words out of her mouth said purposefully to tease her, she then added, "But, stay close to one of them because I guarantee you, with the way you look tonight sweetie, there are going to be a lot of men at this place were headed to who are going to want to fuck you!"

Hearing this, Joan instantly felt another rush. This time, one that was even stronger then the one she had only a few moments earlier.

When the four reached outside, Brent began to pull his keys out of his pocket as he asked Stephen, "Is this place far? Should we get directions from you or just follow you?"

Shaking his head, Stephen replied, "Why don't you just come with us? The place is kind of hidden away and can be tricky to find. Would that be okay?"

After looking at Joan to make sure it would be fine with her, Brent replied, "Sure!"

A few minutes later, Brent and Joan were both admiring the comfortable leather seats in Stephen's Mercedes as he merged his car soundlessly onto the freeway. Wishing he had a car like this for his own, Brent pushed the envy he was feeling out of his head when he asked their new friends playfully, "So, with the number of people you two have been intimate with, as you hinted earlier, I'm guessing you two have had some fun times at this place were heading to."

Laughing, Stephen replied, "That's a fair and accurate guess!"

Feeling confident that the boldness of their conversation could continue, Brent then asked, "I'm curious! Do both of you have sex with other people now?"

Simultaneously, Stephen and Stacey replied, "Yeah! We do!" A few seconds later, Stacey turned her shoulder to look back at Brent and Joan, asking, "We hope that doesn't make you uncomfortable!"

For Brent, it didn't. Actually, just the opposite, it excited him immensely.

For Joan though, it did. But, with the way her body was feeling now, only slightly. However, Joan found she needed to ask, "Does it ever bother you that the other is having sex with somebody else, though?"

Smiling, Stacey replied, "I love Stephen with all my heart and soul and I know without a doubt he thinks the same of me!" As she said this, Joan saw Stephen reaching his hand over so he could caress his wife's thigh. As Stacey continued, she said further, "We have always had really high sex drives but, in time, we started getting bored with each other...just like most couples do. But, after some exploration, we discovered the lifestyle and found it to be extremely exciting for us. To answer your question: 'Does it bother us?' No! For me, I look at it as nothing more then pleasurable, physical sex; just sex, not making love. Also, I love watching him being pleased by another woman. It turns me on knowing he is enjoying himself!"

As Joan listened to Stacey and Stephen talk more about swinging, she could feel herself steadily becoming more aroused then she was already. However, she also felt conflicted that she was feeling this way. From her upbringing, her conscious kept telling her that what they were doing was sinful and wrong. But, despite this, she continued to feel more and more titillated as she learned more about their experience. As she continued to sit silently in the back seat of the Mercedes, she couldn't help thinking to herself, Why are you doing this? Why did you let Stephen touch you the way he did? Why am I so excited about all of this? Why can't I stop? And as she began to think more distinctly about the type of place where she was headed, all she could do was nervously bite down on her lower lip, wondering what else lie ahead for her this night.

Soon though, snapping herself away from these thoughts and still wanting to know more about Stephen and Stacey, Joan then asked, "Do you ever get jealous?"

Grinning, Stacey replied, "Sometimes, but not in the way you would normally think! I only get jealous when Stephen does something that was more fun then what I did!"

After a few moments of silence, Stephen looked into the rearview mirror and asked, "Have you two ever fantasized about having sex with other people?"

Hearing this, both Brent and Joan were silent for a few seconds. However, as he looked over at Joan, Brent replied, "After we've watched an adult movie, I've sometimes lightly talked dirty to her about something like that. I'm not sure if I could see her doing that in real life, though" As he spoke, Brent said this for what he thought would be Joan's benefit. But, it was lie.

Listening, Joan smiled. Before she could say anything herself though, she heard Stephen asking her directly, "How about you Joan? You hinted earlier you might have some curiosity what it would be like to be intimate with someone else. Do you think you could ever actually do something like that?"

Immediately, Joan replied, "No! I don't think I could ever cheat on Brent! I don't know if I could live with myself!"

"What if he knew what you were doing, would that be cheating?"

Hearing this, Joan felt a chill. As goose bumps rised on her skin again, she quickly replied, "I don't know! That's a pretty serious question!"

Before anything else could be asked of her---and thankfully because she was beginning to feel like she was in a spotlight again---Joan saw Stacey pointing to a sign as she said out loud, "We're just about there!"

Less then a minute later, Stephen guided his car into a parking lot, needing to drive to the back of a large building so he could find a place to park. As he looked for a spot, the number of cars present surprised Brent. He never would have guessed there were this many swingers in a city. But, then again, they were in "Sin City". Most of the people here are probably just tourists, he thought to himself further.

As for Joan, seeing the parking lot was full herself made her feel both nervous and safe. Safety in numbers, but then again, after what Stacey had whispered to her in the club earlier, she still felt concerned that someone might try to have their way with her. Taking a deep breath after Stephen finally parked his car, she took hold of Brent's hand as she stepped out of it, immediately realizing how much she was shaking inside due to the amount of nervous energy that had built up inside her over the last couple of hours.

Thinking to herself as they started walking toward the club, she realized that when this night had started, she had only wanted to do something she thought would be exciting by simply visiting a strip club. But what was happening now was far more then anything she had planned or expected. However, despite this, she was also very attuned to the excitement and arousal she was currently feeling, a level much higher then anything she was hoping to experience when their adventure this night had started. Because of this, with each step she took toward the entrance of the swingers club, she could feel herself becoming more and more anxious with anticipation, consumed wondering what she was going to see next.

Upon entering the club, Joan thought Stacey's description of the place was exactly as she said it was, finding it wasn't threatening or seedy as she was expecting it to be at all. However, as her eyes wandered around the lower level of the club, it wasn't long until she discovered two women busily kissing and fondling each other's breasts, the sight of the women doing so openly right in front of sixty or more people immediately slowing down the pace of her walk. A few seconds later though, forcing her eyes to break away from the scene out of fear she would look like she was staring, she quickly locked her eyes onto another woman who had her back pressed against a man standing behind her, the woman's face showing she was very much enjoying whatever kind of stimulation he was providing her as he worked his hand rhythmically underneath the front portion of her skirt.

A few moments later, Joan then stopped dead in her tracks when she saw a man who looked to be in his early twenties walking past her, the towel that was wrapped around his waist appearing to be the only thing that was covering his nakedness. However, it was the movement underneath the man's towel that prevented her from taking another step because she knew instantly that the man was masturbating right in front of her, not to mention everyone else. When she caught the man looking directly at her a few seconds later though, seeing him smiling directly at her as he quickened the stroking motion of his hand still hidden beneath the towel, Joan immediately blushed and moved closer to Brent's side, holding his arm as if she were looking for him to protect her.

Seeing her reaction, Stephen said, "Joan, if you're uncomfortable, we can all leave right now if you want to!"

Liking that he asked, liking that he was watching out for her feelings, Joan replied, "No! I'm okay! This isn't something I see everyday, that's all!"

Preparing her, even though he didn't want to provide Joan with another possible out, Stephen followed, "Well, I just want you to know that what you're seeing now is pretty mild to what you'll likely see upstairs. Are you sure?"

"Yeah! It's not like I've never seen other people naked or having sex before. I've seen a few adult movies now and then! I'll be okay!"

Stephen and Stacey giggled a brief second hearing this for each knew seeing someone having sex on film or TV wasn't even close to what one feels when you actually see it, live and in person. Thinking this, Stephen found himself eagerly wanting to see the look on Joan's face the moment she realized this, thrilling him knowing that was going to happen very soon. Excited, he quickly said, "Well, if you think you're ready, how about we all go upstairs!"

Feeling her heartbeat picking up its pace and also feeling like she was being dared in a way by Stephen, Joan replied simply, "Let's go!"

Following Stephen and Stacey closely from behind, Brent and Joan worked their way up a spiral staircase to the second floor. After turning a few corners through a maze of hallways, both eventually saw a large crowd gathered in front of them, seeing almost everyone present looking directly through a glass wall. The second they reached it themselves however, both were immediately spellbound when they saw what was happening on the other side of the glass.

Inside the room were around thirty people, all involved in completely open acts of sex. In one corner, Brent instantly watching mesmerized as a man performed oral sex on an attractive blond, sitting with her thighs wide apart as she looked down to observe the man pleasing her, rubbing one of her bare feet across his upper back as he did so. A few moments later, his eyes moving a little more to his left to take in the sight of a women having intercourse reverse-cowgirl style, the man she was on top of laying happily on his back beneath her, holding on to her waist as he watched her sucking on another man's penis while standing at their side.

For Joan, now feeling lightheaded, she watched entranced as well, her eyes completely focused on a couple just a few feet to her right. Lost in what she was witnessing, she immediately bit down hard on her lower lip as her heart raced even faster, her eyes locking in on a young man's penis as it rhythmically slid in and out of a young woman's vagina; everything she was feeling at that moment heightened exponentially because the man's erection was the first she had ever seen firsthand besides her husband's. A few moments later though, Joan found herself releasing a lustful sigh when she witnessed another woman walking over to the man she was now focused on, watching closely as the women kissed him hard on the mouth, their tongues soon dancing visibly out of their mouths as their heads moved side to side. Her heart skipping a beat when the woman eventually broke away from the man, quickly moving down so she could kiss the brunette that was getting fucked by the man above her. Sighing yet again when she saw both of the women extending their tongues out of her mouths, soon brushing the full length of their tongues across the other's, using the rocking motion of the woman who was having intercourse to heighten the eroticism of what they experiencing; both smiling when the man began to forcibly pound himself even faster into the woman's sex as he became more excited witnessing what was happening right in front of him; at one point leaning forward so all three of them could dance their tongues together in unison.

As Brent and Joan continued to watch transfixed, Stephen and Stacey sat back to enjoy the stunned looks now present on their faces; both seeing clearly how their arousal steadily grew by the second, demonstrated by the way each nervously adjusted how they were standing. After about twenty minutes, however, Stacey couldn't take anymore. Needing to do something, she whispered a few words into Stephen's ear. Then, stepping between Joan and Brent, she boldly kissed each one of them on the cheek before saying, "I've been having a great time tonight with you two, but right now there's a place I really need to go too. I'll see you both a little later, though!" With that said, she then left them behind with Stephen in the hallway.

Looking at Stephen, Brent asked, "Is she okay?"

"Oh, yes! She's just fine! You'll see her again really soon!"

Ten minutes or so later, they did.

From the back of the room where everyone was having sex, both Brent and Joan were both instantly taken aback when they witnessed Stacey entering the room. Changed, now wearing only a silk robe, they each watched closely as she slowly walked over to where they were standing on the other side of the glass. Seeing her smile directly at them when she stopped, she quickly shocked them even further when she nonchalantly allowed the robe to drop down the length of her body, letting herself stand completely naked before them.

Immediately, Joan turned to catch Stephen's reaction, not surprised again when she saw the look of pride he had for his wife clearly present on his face; his loving wink enhancing what she had already expected to see from him even further. Feeling unexpected yet sharp arousal by this, Joan quickly turned to look at Stacey again, her heart skipping a beat when she watched her grabbing hold of a man who had just walked up to her by his penis, soon stroking his manhood to make him become fully erect. A few moments later, drawing in a nervous breath when she witnessed Stacey slowly kneeling before him, sighing when she then watched her hungrily guiding the man's cock directly past her lips, bringing him deep into her mouth.

For Brent, the moment he saw Stacey removing the robe from her body a minute earlier, he was lost. Consciously not aware of it, tunnel vision enveloped him as his eyes roamed over Stacey's naked body, admiring her flawless skin, her teardrop shaped breasts, her erect nipples, her hairless vagina, her legs, even her painted toes. When she licked her lips while staring directly at him, he knew right then she was telling him he could have her if he wanted to. But, with Joan at his side, for now it took all his energy to keep himself from pulling his erection out of his pants so he could stroke himself while watching her giving a very lucky man a blowjob right before his eyes.

As Joan continued to watch Stacey, she found herself becoming more and more transfixed as she witnessed her enthusiastically working on the man's penis with her mouth. Soon, swallowing when she saw Stacey reaching down to play with herself, knowing her finger was now busily stimulating her clitoris; admiring how Stacey steadied herself by both gripping and stroking the man's shaft with her opposite hand as she did so, her act stimulating the man even more. As another minute or two passed, seeing all of this, Joan still couldn't believe a woman whom she had just met and gotten to know fairly well over the last couple of hours was now having sex with a complete stranger---right before her eyes, no less. Because of this, she soon turned to Stephen and asked, "That doesn't bother you? Seeing your wife having sex with another man in front of you right now!!"

"Not at all! Like she said to you in the car, we've been doing this for years. Not all the time. Just on occasion, when we get bored. Truthfully, I absolutely love watching her with other people! Don't know why, I just do! It excites the hell out of me!!" When he finished, Joan could see the continued, if not enhanced admiration he had for Stacey in his eyes as he stared into the room over her shoulder.

Placing her full attention back on Stacey, Joan bit down on her bottom lip again when she watched her pull a condom out of the robe still lying around her feet. In a very short period of time, drawing in another anticipative breath when Stacey ripped open the package, liking the way she placed it on the man's penis by first placing the condom between her lips before pressing it over the head of the man's cock with her mouth, using her hand to unwind the rest of it down the shaft of the man's tool. Feeling her body heat rising, she then watched Stacey pulling the man down on top of her, knowing she was in the process of guiding the man's cock toward the entrance of her sex when she reached down between their bodies to take hold of his erection; envying her when she witnessed Stacey releasing a heavy moan, knowing this occurred the second she felt her body being penetrated by the man who was now pressing his full weight down on top of her.

For the next couple of minutes, Brent and Joan then stared wide-eyed as the man thrust his pelvis into Stacey's; both enjoying, especially Brent, the sight of Stacey grabbing the man tightly by his ass, encouraging him to fuck her even harder and faster with her hands. In time, each of them liking the way Stacey occasionally glanced at the three of them, seeing her smile in a way that told them she was very much enjoying what was happening before closing her eyes again so she could concentrate more readily on the pleasure her body was now experiencing.

Perhaps to excited that he was also the center of attention, it wasn't long until the man's body clinched sharply, his hips spasming as he started to cum. Grinning, feeling the man climaxing on top of her, Stacey rubbed her hands against the man's back, happily allowing him to relish the sensation of his orgasm. When finished, Stacey then tenderly kissed the man on his lips before lowering her eyes, watching him as he braced the condom with his hand so he could safely pull his way out of her sex.

For Joan, seeing the sight of the condom tip now filled with the man's white seed had a strange effect on her. Despite it being almost a lewd sight to behold, all she could feel at that moment was intense titillation by the visual. And as she continued staring at it, she suddenly felt a strong sense of envy as well.

In the room, still hungry and far from being satisfied, it didn't take long for Stacey to find someone else to play with. Before Joan and Brent could get even have a chance to fully absorb the first man, she was quickly seated on a chair, her thighs spread wide apart as another man in the room started to busily flick his tongue between the lips of her vagina. For Brent, loving the way she held the back of the man's head, pressing his face hard into her pussy as he pleased her.

Seeing the look on his wife's face, knowing from experience that she was going to want to play for a while, Stephen soon asked Brent and Joan, "Would you two like to explore the rest of the club?"

Speaking before even thinking, Brent replied, "Not really! I'd really like to watch Stacey some more!"

Hearing this, Joan was surprised that she felt no need or desire to confront her husband about this. She knew Brent had always been faithful to her. Even in spite of where they were now, she felt she could trust him fully; although, the second she thought this, she started to wonder if she really should. Even more, she was beginning to wonder if she should even trust herself. She wasn't stupid or that naive. She knew when the hormones started to flow that they could act just like alcohol and impede you from thinking straight. Despite this though, she surprised herself when she heard herself saying, "I do, though! I want to see what else there is around here!"

Immediately, by the way things had been transpiring this night, he shouldn't have found himself surprised by anything else coming out of Joan. He still was though when he heard Joan saying this. He knew that she trusted him just as much as he did her. But, with his arousal as high as it was, combined with the way his long-standing fantasies were bouncing so prominently about in his mind, he now wanted to see if Joan would be able to push her boundaries even further then she already had done so thus far tonight. Standing there, shaking with lust, he also really wanted to continue watching Stacey as well because the sight of what she was doing in the other room was driving him crazy. Still though, as he looked at Joan, he barely believed he was encouraging her to leave his side, in a swingers club no less, when he replied, "It's up to you! I trust you! Go ahead and look around if you want! As long as you don't mind if I stay here for a while!"

Seeing the way her husband looked at her as he said this, Joan knew Brent wasn't testing her; he had never done anything like that anyway. In fact, as she looked into his eyes, she sensed he was genuinely encouraging her to go exploring, and it made her want to do just that. As she absorbed more distinctly what she was about to do, another sharp chill coursed deep through her body.

Stepping in, wanting to reinforce everything but also fearful Joan might decline and decide to stay with her husband, Stephen said, "Brent, I'll watch out for her. I promise I'll be a good boy, too!"

Hearing this, Brent smiled and nodded his head to acknowledge what Stephen said. However, he didn't believe a word of it. Looking back at Joan, he then leaned down and