A show like no other.

My wife Bev and I had been married for 4 years. It was fun. It was mad. We loved sex. Any sex. Not with other couples or singles, just us. Together we explored everything from dressing up, yes both of us, to various toys. On mad Sundays we would go to a park or a beach. Making love on a park bench or in the sand dunes were our way of being outlandish. Going out Saturday night Bev would dress provocatively sans underwear to shock the diners in a restaurant or we would catch a bus and watch as guys drooled over her and women looked disgusted. She even convinced me not to wear underwear. I would get an erect and I loved the sneaky glances of women.

I remember it was a Thursday evening when Bev told me she was joining a women’s group. I was a bit taken back to be honest. It wasn’t something I expected her to be into. “A women’s group?” I said. “Yes” she replied “Margaret is a member and she invited me”. Now I had met Margaret. Quite attractive, nice tits. “What does this group do?” I asked. “Oh just talk about life and stuff” she replied. I could not believe my wild, sexy wife would be interested in something that sounded so mundane. But she seemed to be excited about it so I let it slide.

They met on Wednesday nights and the first night she was very horny when she got home and dragged me into the bedroom as soon as she got home. This became a routine and I have to admit I decided that this women’s group, whatever it was, meant my wife was more hornier than ever. But in my more dark moments I began to worry just what was going on that got my wife so turned on. I had heard about these women’s night where they got drunk and had male strippers. Was that what was happening? Not knowing what it was all about I had to find out. Was she cheating on me? I got more suspicious as time went by. But how to find out? That was the difficult part.

About this time my friend Tim was waffling about this sex show he had gone to. He said there was this thing on Wednesday nights and all sorts of weird stuff happened. I listened to him going off about it. Now a sex show, while being interesting was not really of much interest to me. Sitting watching people have sex wasn’t anywhere as good as actually doing it. But he seemed excited about it and asked if I wanted to come along. I guess I said yes, mainly to have something to do. After all, Wednesday was Bev’s women’s group so I was free. “Ok Tim, count me in” I said.

The following Wednesday night I told Bev that Tim had invited out for a beer.