1. Caught in the act

Madelyn

I was at a sex club for the very first time.

If someone had told me when I’d woken up this morning that this was how my day would end, I most certainly would have laughed in their faces.

For one, I was a married woman. More than that, not only would my husband not come with me, he would probably find a way to stop me from going as well. Too bad he didn’t know now.

Truth was, my marriage with Christopher was hanging on a very thin thread. After losing our unborn baby a year ago, things had taken a horrible turn. At first I thought it was nothing I couldn’t handle. 365 days without sex made me realize it was, in fact, nothing I could handle.

I was starving. When was the last time I’d had a good orgasm? When was the last time I’d cum so hard I’d seen stars for a few minutes. I was tired of touching myself every night. Now, it barely did anything to arouse me. Which was why I’d taken this bold step in the first place.

I inhaled a steadying breath and took in the building before me. From the outside it looked like the regular club. Only the real ones knew it was something much more than that. I gripped my purse tighter and stepped past the doors into the club. I showed the bouncer my ID, shooting him an awkward smile when he arched an eyebrow at my dress.

It wasn’t that it was slutty. Hell, it was the exact opposite. I was dressed so modestly, I was probably sticking out like a sore thumb. Pushing the thought to the back of my mind, I walked further into the club with my head held high. On reaching the second door, I showed the next bouncer a different card.

One that granted me access to my destination.

A small nod and then I was let in.

The first sound to hit me after the doors had closed?

Moans.

A shiver skated down my spine as my nipples immediately hardened. The sounds were high pitched and loud and uninhibited. I followed the sound of the whimpers until I got to the first exhibit. The curtains were drawn apart and I could make out the almost-orgy going on in the room.

A woman was being pleasured on a stage with toys, and it was obvious the scene was getting to the spectators. I spotted a guy discreetly rubbing a girl’s bare thighs. I walked further into the room and quietly took a seat in an empty booth, watching the scene in front of me.

In the booth next to mine, a couple began making out. I bit down on my lower lip, watching at the girl’s legs were spread out until her glistening pussy was open to whoever was watching. Unthinking, I drifted my hand between my legs and found my wetness. Like her, I also wasn’t putting on any panties.

I kept my eyes trained on them as I began circling my swollen nub. God, I was so starved. I wanted to pull a random guy into a room and have him fuck me until I could no longer breath. From a corner of my eyes, I caught sight of one of the bouncers. Pulling my hand out from between my legs, I slipped out of the booth and walked up to him.

I pressed my lips together when I was within hearing distance. “Can I get a room to myself please?” I asked, showing him my ID. He nodded once before quietly leading me away. We got to semi-large door and he gestured that we’d arrived, before walking away.

I twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open, shutting it behind me after I’d stepped inside. The room was basked in a dim red light with a queen sized bed at the center. Hanging on to the arousal threatening to drive me crazy, I took my vibrator out of my purse before unzipping my dress.

I let both my purse and my dress fall to the floor before walking towards the bed and laying on the silk sheets. The reminder of where I was caused a tingle of pleasure to start between my legs. I spread my legs apart, still wearing my heels, and slowly brought my vibrator to my pussy.

A moan slipped from my lips the second the head of my little toy vibrated my pussy lips. I spread my legs further apart until I was completely exposed and could feel the cool air from the aircons kissing my hole. Throwing my head back, I brought my free hand to my boob and squeezed roughly as I began fucking myself with the toy.

I let my eyes drift shut, summoning the images I’d seen in the exhibit. I moved my hands faster, pushing the head of the vibrator in and out of my wet cunt. I lifted my hips to match the rhythm of my hand, imagining for a second that I was being thoroughly fucked by a faceless man.

The steady vibrations of the toy coupled with the sinful nature of what I was doing almost immediately brought me to the edge. I twisted my nipple roughly, pressing the head of the vibrator against my clit and keeping it there until…

I fucking came apart.

For a second I could have sworn I could see stars.

I struggled to come down from my cloud nine, the realization of what I’d done dawning on me. I didn’t regret it though. I hadn’t broken my wedding vows. I’d just had a fantasy and fulfilled it. Climbing down from the bed, I cleaned my vibrator with a wipe I spotted on the nightstand and then got dressed.

Checking the mirror to make sure I was looking presentable, I quietly stepped out of the room. I was making my way out of the hallway when a staff hurriedly walked past me, accidentally causing me to stumble into a room. My eyes widened in horror as I rushed to apologize at the couple going at it on the bed.

Only that I met the greatest shock of my life.

Right there on the bed was Christopher, my supposed husband, with his cock buried deep inside a sex worker who I easily recognized was also a student of his. His head raised at the interruption and our gazes collided. I watched the blood drain from his face. I moved attention to the girl who was now holding my gaze.

Without a word, I gently closed the door and continued down the hallway.

One thing was certain:

Our marriage was over.