Chapter 2: Building Tension
The club's exterior seemed unassuming, tucked away in a downtown street corner, but as they approached its entrance, Jayme's palms grew damp with nerves. “Members Only” was emblazoned in frosted letters on the door. Steve looked at his wife, his hand lingering on her lower back. “You sure you want to do this?”
Jayme smoothed her dress for the hundredth time as she nodded, pulling the door open. They were welcomed with the muted thumping of electronic music and the soft murmur of voices.
A slender young woman at the front desk casually checked their IDs and gave them a brief rundown of the club rules, all while eyeing Steve with unabashed interest. Jayme tightened her grip around his arm, letting her fingers graze the swell of his bicep, “Like what you see, baby?” Steve chuckled, his eyes lingering on the woman's curve-hugging latex dress as she pointed out the bar and the restrooms.
The girl at the desk directed them to the locker area where they could change and secure their belongings. As they walked to the changing rooms, Steve's hand landed on Jayme's ass, giving it a firm squeeze. Her pussy clenched when she met his intense gaze, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. "I can't wait to see what you've picked out for us to wear," he whispered in her ear as they reached their lockers.
Jayme bit her lower lip, undressing and putting on a skimpy lingerie set. Her confidence soared from the look of admiration on Steve's face.
Her matching panties hugged her hips, while her sheer bra struggled to contain her ample breasts. Her fence-net stockings clung snugly to her thick thighs. Steve stripped out of his clothes and slipped on the boxer briefs she provided him. They were black, laced up in the front with red lacings and snugly accesntuated his muscular ass and thighs. With a wicked grin, Jayme pulled him into a dimly lit corridor, stopping at a shadowy alcove. Before he could object, she pushed him against the wall and crushed her lips to his.
Steve responded with a ferocity Jayme had only glimpsed in private moments. As they groped and kissed, Jayme's pussy grew wetter, needing to feel him inside her. Slipping her hand beneath his shorts, she grasped his stiff, thick cock.
It pulsed under her touch. “Fuck, Jayme. We’re in the middle of a fucking club,” he panted against her lips as she wrapped her hand around his shaft, giving it a firm. playful squeeze.
"It's a sex club," giggled Jayme, reminding him playfully.
The pair pressed on to explore the club. Just past the locker area, through a door beyond prying eyes was the club proper. They entered an open space with a bar, dance floor and some cafe-style tables with high swivel leather-covered seating for patrons. Dance music pumped as people dressed in various sexy attire mingled, chatted and danced. As people introduced themselves, they kissed and hugged in a very friendly manner; it was refreshing and liberating to witness.
Jayme and Steve grabbed drinks, and they began mingling, enjoying the open-minded ambiance. Jayme took Steve's drink and set them down on a nearby vacant table. Sho took him by the hand and guided him to the dance floor.
They eased into the thumping crowd, and Jayme began to move her hips sensuously, her breasts bouncing with each sway. Steve’s hands settled on her waist, pulling her closer until no space remained between their bodies. She ground her hips against him in time to the beat, feeling his hard shaft grow in its confined space as they dry-fucked on the dance floor.
Jayme, feeling bold, pressed her breasts against Steve’s chest, relishing the sensation of her hardening nipples against the softness of her sheer bra.
She drew her bottom lip between her teeth and slowly bent her knees, pushing her groin against the growing bulge in his shorts.
As Jayme moaned, trailing her fingers up the back of his sweat-slicked neck, Steve leaned in to whisper in her ear. “You minx, you’re gonna get me in trouble!” He chuckled, yet his eyes glistened with an intense heat. She stood, throwing her arms around his broad shoulders, pulling his face closer for a searing kiss, their movements smooth as the pulsating rhythm of the dance floor flowed around them.