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Thomastrius Williams

Author of Too Real For Fiction

Deja Vu

We almost turned around. Almost. But something told me that tonight wouldn't be the night for regrets. We slowly drove down the winding dark road, where even the high beam lights did not make much of a difference. The silence of the road was deafening. Why would they hold an event way out here?

“Are you sure we're going the right way?” my husband James inquired.

“The directions say eight miles down and on the right,” I calmly replied.

Moments later, a large mansion appeared from the trees. I breath a sigh of relief, while quickly reapplying a coat of Lip Glass. Pulling into the large circle drive way was intimidating alone. The valet person motioned for us to pull in front of the large water fountain that graced the front entry to the mansion.

“You ready for this?” I asked James.

“As ready as I'm going to be,” he reluctantly replied.

The large double doors almost seemed to open on their own, and from the dimly lit foyer, our host greeted us with a smile.

“Welcome to The Castle. My name is Davina, the hostess for the night,” she embraced both of us with a hug. “Is this your first time?”

We both nod our heads, still too shy to say much. Ms. Davina stood a beautiful five feet eleven inches of molten chocolate. Hair pulled back, revealing a her slender neck, coco eyes, and lips of a Egyptian Queen. My focus shifted to the sway of her hips, as she lead us to the sign-in table.

“Please read and sign. Tonight is open house, so no membership fee is due, but the cover is $20. Did you bring a bottle?” Davina's breath has a hint of mint as she whispered instructions into my ear. James hands her the money, while I signed our names on the line. Initialed the box that stated in bold print: You Are Aware this is a Sex Club.

Davina shows us to the changing room, where we change into our nightly attire. Mine consist of a pink corset and black mini skirt, recently purchased from Fredericks. While the husband opted for gray silk pajama pants and a black tee. I rubbed his soft bald head, as he helped close the strap on my metallic heals. His hands slid slowly up my calves, and softly up my thighs, followed by a gentle smack on my ass.

“So what do we do first little Mrs. Adventurous,” he joked.

True this had been my little conquest. I spent months looking for the right swinger group, found a few lifestyle friends, and now drove a nice hour south of Atlanta to this remote mansion. It took a few months of convincing, but I finally got the husband comfortable enough to take this erotic adventure with me.

“I say we take a tour. Let's see what, or who, there is to do,” I smirked, then lead James out of the changing room.

We ascend up the spiral stair case, illuminated with a crystal chandelier. The red wallpaper seemed to hummed “Get comfortable.” At the top of the stairs awaited a long hallway, lined with white doors, all closed. I gripped my husbands hand as he followed me to the first door. I place my hand on the cold silver knob and turn...