(This is the third and final chapter about our favorite club. Everything we have written about has happened to us -- maybe not all on the same visit, but it has happened to us. Hope you enjoy it, and maybe you'd like to go to a club with us sometime.)
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It was late -- of course, at the club, "late" is a relative term. Aaron wondered why, when he was at home, 2 a.m. seemed like it was way past time to go to bed. When he was at the club with Renee, however, it was prime time.
They went out to take care of some urgent needs -- potty breaks and refreshing their drinks. (As Aaron always says, "take something out to put something in.") The sights and sounds of sex were everywhere. Couples were playing on the couches. The group room was in action, although, as Aaron and Renee stopped to look, someone closed the door.
Mostly, though, for the next hour, they just walked around. About 2:45, they began to look at claiming a room for the night; the club's rules were that rooms were for playing until 3 a.m., and they wanted to be in a room at 3 to be sure they had a place to sleep overnight.
Sleep would come this night, but it would take a little while.
They walked back to a corner of the club and found that the room they called the "red room" was open. The walls were red (hence the name), but what Renee really liked was the concave mirror in the ceiling. When Aaron was on top of her, she could look up and watch his ass as he fucked her. She loved that view, and so she loved that room.
They walked into the room and took off their play clothes. Naked, they laid down on the bed. It was still a little before 3, and they wanted to abide by the rules -- rooms were for playing until 3 a.m. And so they played. Aaron stroked Renee's pussy, and was delighted when she responded with a gentle sigh. She, in return, reached down and played with Aaron's cock, trying to bring it to hardness. They continued like this for some time, kissing and stroking, the beginning stages of lovemaking. The door was still open, and people passed by -- some stopping just to look, others saying something. Aaron and Renee were pretty much oblivious to it all.
And then Tom and Sally came in. They were fully dressed, and Tom was carrying a small bag. "We're leaving," Sally said, "but we wanted to say how much we liked meeting you two tonight. And here's our e-mail address," she said as she put a card on the nightstand next to Aaron and Renee.
There were kisses all around, and then Tom and Sally walked out.
"It's 3 o'clock, honey," Aaron said. "I'm going to get what we'll need for the morning from our locker. I'll be right back."
"You better," Renee said. "I am so ready for you."
His dick half-hard and bobbing in front of him, Aaron walked down the hall, across the main social area, and went to their locker. Their soap and shampoo was in a small bag; Aaron picked it up, locked the locker, grabbed a couple of towels, and headed back down the hall.
He decided to go down the other section of hallway on his way back, and it was there he noticed a couple going at it in one of the rooms. The door to the room was open, and so Aaron walked in. "Hi," the male half of the couple on the bed said. "Remember us?"
Aaron was a little embarrassed. He was terrible with names and faces. Had he and Renee met this couple before? Had they communicated with them on the Internet? Hell, had they played with them before?
"Hey, it's late -- can I have a hint?" Aaron asked.
"When you were in the room with the four-poster bed with another couple earlier tonight, we were the couple who can into the room and watched," the guy said.
