He Was Rubbing His Cock On My Ass in the Sauna

To satisfy my bisexual needs my wife suggested that I become a member, no pun intended, of an upmarket gay sauna. Understandably, I was rather nervous about this partly because I’d never been to one before and was unsure of the protocols and appropriate behavior. But mainly I was nervous about my wife’s reaction and the possible effects on our relationship. Fantasies are by nature and name fantastic but the reality can of course be totally different.
I need not have worried. We picked out what looked like a well run, well organised classy Sauna Club judging by it’s web site. I went along, filled in the forms, paid my fee and was shown into the changing and locker room area. I was given clean, fluffy towels and told that if I required more to just ask at reception.
The locker room was very plush. Spacious lockers, mirrored walls, padded seats and grooming facilities. Condoms were provided at strategic points and the locker room was also equipped with various oil dispensers.
There were four guys already in the locker room. One was getting dressed, about to leave, one was putting on a sheer thong and the other two were standing in front of the mirrors oiling each other all over including their very impressive, very erect cocks.
I undressed very self consciously and went to shower. I returned to the locker room and put on a pair of see through, shorts type panties with pink lace side panels that my wife had bought for me especially. I then walked into the club proper for the first time. My mind was spinning. Will anybody fancy me? How do you approach someone? Will they approach me? Will anything happen at all.
Emerging from the first corridor I came across a huge sauna room to one side and...