Chapter 3

Karen and John arrived in Ottawa and checking into the hotel, she silently resented being identified as Mrs. McKinnon. They planned to go out to supper, take a tour of the Oasis Aqualounge and then return there for sexy fun for most of Saturday.

They relaxed then freshened up to go out to supper at the Tilted Kilt. She wore one of her sexiest, come fuck me, dresses for John and those admiring men.

Eyes were drawn to Karen as they were escorted to their booth. John sat on her left, admiring her devastatingly low cleavage and the middle split of her hem revealed her bare pussy. They looked around taking in the atmosphere of the dark wooden interior.

“I bet you’d love to fuck all those young-looking waitresses,” Karen teased, rubbing his crotch.

“I’d need a case of Viagra to keep me hard,” he joked.

Their eyes took in the waitresses, all pretty looking, and relatively thin clad in a tartan bikini top barely covered by a tie-up front slip on top. Their plaid pleated mini skirts sat low on their hips.

It was busy for a Friday evening and their sexy fun was restricted to him fingering her pussy and her releasing his cock and stroking to become teasingly hard.

The waitress delivered their meals and accidentally knocked John’s fork onto the floor. She stooped down to pick it up and noticed the woman’s hand stroking the man’s hard cock. She replaced the fork and checked on them several times during their meal.

Their meals finished John drove to the Oasis Aqualounge using Karen’s directions. Inside the lounge, the person on duty was not aware she was able to recognize Karen’s membership to the Hen House. They were told they could buy the weekend special from Friday to Sunday for 175 dollars.

They were given a tour and Karen was interested in the bondage room. “People can take part in light bondage. We do not allow spanking, water sports, scatology, or rough sex where one could be hurt. Many women like the X where they are strapped to the board with arms and legs spread letting men and women have you at their pleasure.”

“I have one question, can women do role-playing?”

“Yes, we have several regular members who like to role-play. One wife likes to dress like a French Maid and says she has to dust off every cock with her mouth or pussy to make sure it’s clean. One husband pretends he’s a health inspector and has to inspect every pussy.”

“I’m happy to hear that because I like to wear sexy items and be paraded around by my husband as a sexy dog available for lots of fucking.”

“That should be interesting to see.”

“When is it the busiest here?” Karen asked, wanting the time the most cock would be available.

“Saturday nights from about eight or nine until closing. Also, if there’s something you want to notify everyone about such as a gang bang, you can place the time and room. One last thing, if one or both is interested in someone or a couple you’re only allowed to ask once.”

“Since we’re paying now, why not start our sexy fun?” John suggested.

“I like your way of thinking,” Karen smiled kissing him.

They stripped off their clothes in the locker room and walked hand in hand into the main room. They picked up a small towel to sit on and watched a woman using the stripper’s pole to perform.