What is a sex club? If you’ve never been to one, you probably imagine you will be walking into one huge, writhing orgy.
The reality – at least in Auckland – is rather more tame. That is: it will depend on who s there on the night. You might be in the club for hours, wandering slowly from room to room, and not see anything more than people fondling their own partners and looking around hopefully.
You may see a man who has several (hired!) women in attendance, none of whom are allowed to play with anyone other than him. You may see one or more couples of your parents’ vintage. You may see people who have purchased and donned (with great difficulty and lots of talcum powder) outrageously expensive leather and vinyl gear and are parading about longing for admiration.
You may see couples self-consciously trying out the swing, the cage, the tent, the Sybian, the whips, the hammock, or any of the other unusual toys and gear. You may sit at the bar and do nothing other than watch all this strange byplay, shaking your head politely when beckoned to join someone.
Or perhaps you will have your first girl-on-girl kiss. Mmmm. Only to have her pulled away by her jealous boyfriend who is busy fucking her as hard as he can and rather miffed that she is more interested in your kiss than what he’s up to with his cock.
Perhaps you will obediently (and blindly) put your hand into the tent when your husband says, “hey sweetie, this woman has great breasts,” and after thinking to yourself “gosh, that breast doesn’t feel that great. In fact it just feels sweaty and…hairy?” realise you got the wrong person and you are holding startled man-boob.
Perhaps you will find that the Sybian is (omigodohmigodOHMYGOD!) just as amazing an experience as you were led to believe (as the lights dim and the floor vibrates while your husband cranks up the power). You will also be struck by the hilarity of having some chap sitting nearby politely strike up a conversation as if you were sitting in a bar – “So, do you come here often?” – while this extraordinary machine is at work in your pussy.
“Just give me a moment, mate,”
Is what I might have said under other circumstances. I believe I squeaked something like: “One…moment…ooo. Ah. Ooooooo. Mmmm.”
Or something like that.
Maybe you’ll visit several times but the only man you’ll have sex with is your husband. However you are free to have sex with anyone who accepts your invitation. Or anyone who approaches, and you say ‘Yes’ rather than ‘No thank you’. Visitors at sex clubs are as likely to suffer rejection there as anywhere else. The difference is that if you are accepted, you can have sex right there on the couch/floor/against the wall/in the hammock etc.
‘No’ means ‘Absolutely not’ in a sex club, and if you ignore a ‘No’ you are likely to be ejected by the bouncer, wasting your entry fee. Last time I visited it was $100 for a couple at CKK, $70 for a couple at Spartys, single women were free at both places, and single men are only allowed on Thursdays at Spartys, and not at all at CKK. However do call ahead to check as these things are subject to change.
It’s a very safe environment to go, do nothing but look, and feel like you are really spicing up your sex life. Perhaps give you some fodder for fantasies in the privacy of your own bedroom. Perfect for exhibitionists too. CKK is a smaller venue which gives a feeling of cozy intimacy. Spartys – with its higher ceilings and larger rooms – will leave you feeling more exposed. Which may be exactly what you are looking for.
I think they are worth a visit, particularly for those who are entry-level for swinging or poly-amory. If you find you actually cannot handle seeing your beloved kissed by another person it’s good to discover this at a venue where you can gracefully (or ungracefully) disengage and even leave if you want. Much more embarassing if you’ve invited someone to your home!
If anyone would like to offer reviews of their experiences at these clubs – or at any other clubs that emerge in AUckland or around NZ, please feel free to add your material. Thanks.
