After my first solo visit to Oasis, I decided to check out Club M4’s Gang Bang event. This time, I came with a few questions—and ended up doing more than watching.
Before we dive in here is a link to My Oasis experience - https://terb.cc/xenforo/threads/another-endurance-file-my-first-solo-visit-to-a-sex-club.944298/
Getting there and getting welcomed
I emailed the organizers the evening before and received a welcoming reply the next morning. I explained that I was new to all this but would come out and at least see what it was about.
It was a sunny Sunday afternoon, and traffic stretched what would normally be a 45-minute drive into just over an hour. The event ran from 3 to 7 p.m., and I arrived just before 4. I’d come prepared for the club’s business-casual dress code.
There was a small lineup to register. I wasn’t asked for ID, but since this was a private club membership, I went with the real me instead of my stage name. ;-)
The damage: $60 for the annual membership and $110 for that day’s event. That also covered the evening if I wanted to stay or come back. They even gave me an actual plastic membership card.
A friendly member welcomed me and gave me a personal tour. Fantastic. She was cute, rather generously filling out her lingerie top, and very helpful. I had a few questions left over from Oasis.
Was there an orderly lineup? Not officially. Her advice was to pay attention to my position and how things were moving.
Was there a time limit once you joined in? Not a fixed one, she explained. Even 40 minutes wasn’t out of the question—it depended on the interaction.
And was she participating that day? Bold question, I know, lol. She said she was occupied with her duties, but her husband was there and they had participated at previous events.
The setup—and a few distractions
The tour covered the main bar and dance floor, the kink area with its own bar—closed that afternoon—and three divided play areas. One area required single guys to be invited in by a partner or couple, although they could watch.
There were also three or four private rooms. You could leave the door open for others to look in or close it, displaying a do-not-disturb sign.
My guide pointed out two glory holes—one with a woman and one with a man. I think she explained which was which, but apparently my listening skills weren’t at their best. The sign said “no peeking,” so I wasn’t about to check. For this visit, I decided to stick with the main event.
The action was already underway during the tour, and a couple of the ladies were quite vocal. Here I was trying to pay attention to my cute tour guide while all this was going on in the background. A little distracting, TBH, lol.
The lighting was noticeably dimmer than at Oasis. More on that later.
Who was there
For anyone wondering about the crowd, these are my rough age estimates from the two visits.
At M4, most of the women participating appeared middle-aged, with a few who looked to be in their 30s. At Oasis, I’d noticed a broader spread among the participating women, from some who appeared to be in their mid-to-late 20s through to middle age.
I’d estimate about a third of the women participating at M4 had their husbands nearby. Some husbands watched closely and seemed pleased to see their wives enjoying another man, while others actively joined in, sharing the experience with their wives and another guy. Meanwhile, other men watched and waited for their opportunity to be invited into the action. That variety of couple dynamics stood out to me.
The men participating and waiting were a similar mix of ages to those I’d seen at Oasis: younger guys through to older men like myself. Heights ranged from around five feet to over six feet, with everything from slim builds to muscular physiques, plus some heavier guys. Different sizes and shapes of equipment, too. There wasn’t one standard male body type you needed to fit.
Among the participating women, some were BBW and others had smaller builds. Some appealed to me more than others, as you’d expect, but all seemed to be getting plenty of attention. There was no shortage of willing men at either event.
Not everyone was participating. An Asian couple who looked to be in their 30s were watching and wandering around together. They didn’t seem interested in chatting, so I left them to enjoy their afternoon.
I also spoke briefly with a middle-aged Asian woman with grey highlights in her hair. She said she wasn’t participating, just watching. We crossed paths again later in the kink area.
This time, I joined in
About an hour into my visit, a woman I’d been watching earlier came back from a break and passed me on her way into the play area. Oh boy, opportunity knocking.
A younger guy, probably in his mid-20s, approached first. This time, I made sure to pay attention. He was in good shape, well-endowed, and confident without being arrogant. He’d even brought his own condoms and lube. A man who knew what worked for him.
I was getting interested and settling in for a long wait, but after about ten minutes, he tired out. Bingo, my turn. I got the nod and an encouraging comment about my size. Not a bad start, lol.
I pulled out one of my My Size condoms, and we used her lube. Now, I mentioned the dim lighting. It was so dim that I couldn’t see well enough to be certain I was lining up with the right opening. The last thing I wanted was to offend her by getting that wrong. So I checked: “Babe, let me know if I’m in the right spot.” Yep, we were good. Not exactly the smoothest entrance, but communication for the win, lol.
We spent about ten minutes in the first position before switching things up. During a slower moment, I introduced myself to her and her husband. Better late than never—we were now on a first-name basis and no longer strangers, lol.
I found myself chatting with hubby during the encounter. I complimented her, admired her tan lines, and told him he was a lucky man. That interaction was part of what made the experience enjoyable for me.
After another ten minutes or so, I was getting tired and losing some firmness. I thanked them and excused myself. She shared a little affection with hubby before the next guy joined her.
Apparently, even Endurance has his limits, lol.
I didn’t finish, but I’d enjoyed myself. That answered something I’d wondered about after Oasis: I could have a worthwhile encounter without feeling obliged to keep going until I did.
Meeting the organizers
After showering, I wandered around and introduced myself to the organizers. They remembered my email and asked how things were going. I told them I’d enjoyed an encounter with one of the couples, whom they recognized as regulars.
They said the turnout was lighter than usual that afternoon. They also mentioned an upcoming Sunday-evening event that they expected would draw more than 200 people. I can only imagine how different the place would feel with that crowd.
While we were chatting, the male organizer received an invitation to join someone. Off he went while I continued talking with her. Business and pleasure, I guess, lol.
A Sunday-afternoon education in the kink area
By about 6:30, things were still going strong. I wandered into the kink area, where a man was setting up with his wife on a piece of equipment called the “pizza oven.” She was lying partly enclosed, with her lower body exposed.
I was curious and started asking questions. The middle-aged Asian woman I’d spoken with earlier appeared beside me, also interested in what was being set up. We chatted again. She confirmed she was just watching and was curious about what would happen next.
The husband explained that he was waiting for a friend. I noticed extensive marks on his wife’s bottom and asked about them. He casually said he’d paddled her the night before. Meanwhile, I was thinking, wow—that was a lot more intense than anything I was familiar with.
Then his buddy arrived, and I kid you not, out came a reciprocating saw with a custom attachment holding a substantial sex toy. I’ve used one of those tools for renovations. This was definitely not a renovation I’d seen before.
They started slowly and increased the speed. I couldn’t tell what everyone involved was thinking, but she was certainly vocal. After watching for a little while, the woman beside me and I moved along. Quite the Sunday-afternoon education.
Another couple, who appeared younger, had set up on a table in the middle of the kink area. He laid out two or three paddles and a pair of gloves. I sat near the closed bar and watched as he alternated between the paddles. Her reactions varied, and her bottom became pink fairly quickly.
As I started to leave, he put on the gloves. From where I stood, I could see her face as he rubbed them over her bottom. She arched back and reacted quite strongly. I couldn’t tell what kind of gloves they were or exactly what she was feeling, but they certainly had an effect.
Interesting to observe, but I don’t think giving or receiving pain is my thing.
On my way back toward the lockers, I noticed my tour guide and her husband getting involved after all. Looks like she found some time for herself. And apparently, I wasn’t leaving quite yet, lol.
Later, I saw the couple from the “pizza oven” cuddling and kissing on a couch. That stayed with me. Something that had looked intense and unfamiliar to me was followed by this quiet, affectionate moment between them.
Final thoughts—and what’s next
After another shower, I got dressed to leave. My admission covered the evening, including returning later, but I’d had enough of an education for one Sunday, lol.
Compared with my night at Oasis, I felt more comfortable getting involved at M4. The personal welcome helped, and chatting with the couple made a difference. The lighter turnout may have helped too. One visit to each isn’t enough to declare a winner, but this afternoon worked better for me.
Later that week, an SP in her late 40s told me she knew both clubs but preferred Club X. That makes several SPs I’ve spoken with who know or visit these places. Club X is next on my list.
One thing that stayed with me was how ordinary everyone looked outside the action. A receptionist, a car salesman, somebody you pass during your day. You wouldn’t necessarily guess how they spend a Sunday afternoon.
I’m glad I went. Some things were right up my alley, others were an eye-opener, and a few I was happy to leave to those enjoying them. Still learning what works for old-school me.
Any other solo guys or couples want to share their experiences at M4 or how it compares with Oasis and Club X?
Before we dive in here is a link to My Oasis experience - https://terb.cc/xenforo/threads/another-endurance-file-my-first-solo-visit-to-a-sex-club.944298/
Getting there and getting welcomed
I emailed the organizers the evening before and received a welcoming reply the next morning. I explained that I was new to all this but would come out and at least see what it was about.
It was a sunny Sunday afternoon, and traffic stretched what would normally be a 45-minute drive into just over an hour. The event ran from 3 to 7 p.m., and I arrived just before 4. I’d come prepared for the club’s business-casual dress code.
There was a small lineup to register. I wasn’t asked for ID, but since this was a private club membership, I went with the real me instead of my stage name. ;-)
The damage: $60 for the annual membership and $110 for that day’s event. That also covered the evening if I wanted to stay or come back. They even gave me an actual plastic membership card.
A friendly member welcomed me and gave me a personal tour. Fantastic. She was cute, rather generously filling out her lingerie top, and very helpful. I had a few questions left over from Oasis.
Was there an orderly lineup? Not officially. Her advice was to pay attention to my position and how things were moving.
Was there a time limit once you joined in? Not a fixed one, she explained. Even 40 minutes wasn’t out of the question—it depended on the interaction.
And was she participating that day? Bold question, I know, lol. She said she was occupied with her duties, but her husband was there and they had participated at previous events.
The setup—and a few distractions
The tour covered the main bar and dance floor, the kink area with its own bar—closed that afternoon—and three divided play areas. One area required single guys to be invited in by a partner or couple, although they could watch.
There were also three or four private rooms. You could leave the door open for others to look in or close it, displaying a do-not-disturb sign.
My guide pointed out two glory holes—one with a woman and one with a man. I think she explained which was which, but apparently my listening skills weren’t at their best. The sign said “no peeking,” so I wasn’t about to check. For this visit, I decided to stick with the main event.
The action was already underway during the tour, and a couple of the ladies were quite vocal. Here I was trying to pay attention to my cute tour guide while all this was going on in the background. A little distracting, TBH, lol.
The lighting was noticeably dimmer than at Oasis. More on that later.
Who was there
For anyone wondering about the crowd, these are my rough age estimates from the two visits.
At M4, most of the women participating appeared middle-aged, with a few who looked to be in their 30s. At Oasis, I’d noticed a broader spread among the participating women, from some who appeared to be in their mid-to-late 20s through to middle age.
I’d estimate about a third of the women participating at M4 had their husbands nearby. Some husbands watched closely and seemed pleased to see their wives enjoying another man, while others actively joined in, sharing the experience with their wives and another guy. Meanwhile, other men watched and waited for their opportunity to be invited into the action. That variety of couple dynamics stood out to me.
The men participating and waiting were a similar mix of ages to those I’d seen at Oasis: younger guys through to older men like myself. Heights ranged from around five feet to over six feet, with everything from slim builds to muscular physiques, plus some heavier guys. Different sizes and shapes of equipment, too. There wasn’t one standard male body type you needed to fit.
Among the participating women, some were BBW and others had smaller builds. Some appealed to me more than others, as you’d expect, but all seemed to be getting plenty of attention. There was no shortage of willing men at either event.
Not everyone was participating. An Asian couple who looked to be in their 30s were watching and wandering around together. They didn’t seem interested in chatting, so I left them to enjoy their afternoon.
I also spoke briefly with a middle-aged Asian woman with grey highlights in her hair. She said she wasn’t participating, just watching. We crossed paths again later in the kink area.
This time, I joined in
About an hour into my visit, a woman I’d been watching earlier came back from a break and passed me on her way into the play area. Oh boy, opportunity knocking.
A younger guy, probably in his mid-20s, approached first. This time, I made sure to pay attention. He was in good shape, well-endowed, and confident without being arrogant. He’d even brought his own condoms and lube. A man who knew what worked for him.
I was getting interested and settling in for a long wait, but after about ten minutes, he tired out. Bingo, my turn. I got the nod and an encouraging comment about my size. Not a bad start, lol.
I pulled out one of my My Size condoms, and we used her lube. Now, I mentioned the dim lighting. It was so dim that I couldn’t see well enough to be certain I was lining up with the right opening. The last thing I wanted was to offend her by getting that wrong. So I checked: “Babe, let me know if I’m in the right spot.” Yep, we were good. Not exactly the smoothest entrance, but communication for the win, lol.
We spent about ten minutes in the first position before switching things up. During a slower moment, I introduced myself to her and her husband. Better late than never—we were now on a first-name basis and no longer strangers, lol.
I found myself chatting with hubby during the encounter. I complimented her, admired her tan lines, and told him he was a lucky man. That interaction was part of what made the experience enjoyable for me.
After another ten minutes or so, I was getting tired and losing some firmness. I thanked them and excused myself. She shared a little affection with hubby before the next guy joined her.
Apparently, even Endurance has his limits, lol.
I didn’t finish, but I’d enjoyed myself. That answered something I’d wondered about after Oasis: I could have a worthwhile encounter without feeling obliged to keep going until I did.
Meeting the organizers
After showering, I wandered around and introduced myself to the organizers. They remembered my email and asked how things were going. I told them I’d enjoyed an encounter with one of the couples, whom they recognized as regulars.
They said the turnout was lighter than usual that afternoon. They also mentioned an upcoming Sunday-evening event that they expected would draw more than 200 people. I can only imagine how different the place would feel with that crowd.
While we were chatting, the male organizer received an invitation to join someone. Off he went while I continued talking with her. Business and pleasure, I guess, lol.
A Sunday-afternoon education in the kink area
By about 6:30, things were still going strong. I wandered into the kink area, where a man was setting up with his wife on a piece of equipment called the “pizza oven.” She was lying partly enclosed, with her lower body exposed.
I was curious and started asking questions. The middle-aged Asian woman I’d spoken with earlier appeared beside me, also interested in what was being set up. We chatted again. She confirmed she was just watching and was curious about what would happen next.
The husband explained that he was waiting for a friend. I noticed extensive marks on his wife’s bottom and asked about them. He casually said he’d paddled her the night before. Meanwhile, I was thinking, wow—that was a lot more intense than anything I was familiar with.
Then his buddy arrived, and I kid you not, out came a reciprocating saw with a custom attachment holding a substantial sex toy. I’ve used one of those tools for renovations. This was definitely not a renovation I’d seen before.
They started slowly and increased the speed. I couldn’t tell what everyone involved was thinking, but she was certainly vocal. After watching for a little while, the woman beside me and I moved along. Quite the Sunday-afternoon education.
Another couple, who appeared younger, had set up on a table in the middle of the kink area. He laid out two or three paddles and a pair of gloves. I sat near the closed bar and watched as he alternated between the paddles. Her reactions varied, and her bottom became pink fairly quickly.
As I started to leave, he put on the gloves. From where I stood, I could see her face as he rubbed them over her bottom. She arched back and reacted quite strongly. I couldn’t tell what kind of gloves they were or exactly what she was feeling, but they certainly had an effect.
Interesting to observe, but I don’t think giving or receiving pain is my thing.
On my way back toward the lockers, I noticed my tour guide and her husband getting involved after all. Looks like she found some time for herself. And apparently, I wasn’t leaving quite yet, lol.
Later, I saw the couple from the “pizza oven” cuddling and kissing on a couch. That stayed with me. Something that had looked intense and unfamiliar to me was followed by this quiet, affectionate moment between them.
Final thoughts—and what’s next
After another shower, I got dressed to leave. My admission covered the evening, including returning later, but I’d had enough of an education for one Sunday, lol.
Compared with my night at Oasis, I felt more comfortable getting involved at M4. The personal welcome helped, and chatting with the couple made a difference. The lighter turnout may have helped too. One visit to each isn’t enough to declare a winner, but this afternoon worked better for me.
Later that week, an SP in her late 40s told me she knew both clubs but preferred Club X. That makes several SPs I’ve spoken with who know or visit these places. Club X is next on my list.
One thing that stayed with me was how ordinary everyone looked outside the action. A receptionist, a car salesman, somebody you pass during your day. You wouldn’t necessarily guess how they spend a Sunday afternoon.
I’m glad I went. Some things were right up my alley, others were an eye-opener, and a few I was happy to leave to those enjoying them. Still learning what works for old-school me.
Any other solo guys or couples want to share their experiences at M4 or how it compares with Oasis and Club X?
