“Finish your drink and I’ll give you the grand tour.”
It felt like he’d just handed me the drink, but I downed it anyway. Before we left the bar, he made sure I had another. We circled around the bar and I saw there was a low stage on the far wall. On the stage was a simple iron-frame bed, captured in a spotlight. Large video screens on either side of the bed offered views of it. The bed was empty and all I could do was think about who would be occupying it. I had been watched having sex a lot, but I had never been the voyeur. It was hot to think I might see a live sex show.
Now that my eyes were adjusting to the lighting, I observed there were alcoves along the wall, some obscured by filmy, gossamer curtains, while others had the curtains tied back. I saw shapes moving in some of them and I wanted a closer look, but Carlos kept me close by his side. If Carlos took me into one of those, Dave would never find us. I’d have to make sure that didn’t happen until my husband showed up. I tried looking around the crowd, but I did not see him.
One of the corners held a big, black wooden X, which had a heavy, middle-aged man strapped to it. He was hairy, and he was nude but for his tighty-whiteys. His tormentor was a tall blonde in a pleather teddy that zipped up the front. She wore knee-high boots, and a black leather mask. She wielded her cat-of-nine-tails with a well-practiced hand, extracting groveling promises from the man on the X. A small crowd had gathered to watch them. I found the spectacle interesting, but it didn’t do anything for me sexually. I like a strong man, not a humiliated one.
Carlos led me into a tight, windy stairwell. Navigating the stairs in my heels wasn’t easy, but I don’t think Carlos walked behind me to ensure my safety. I felt the tiny dress was creeping up over the curve of my butt.
The first thing I saw on the second floor was a large, sunken area, with nicely padded couches all around its sides. The middle was one big, cushioned pit. It looked like the perfect place for an orgy. It appeared that people could sit on the sides and do their own thing by watching, or just jump in. There were several couples—and a threesome or two—seated on the couches, but no one had taken advantage of the pit—yet. One corner looked to be set up like some kind of little lounge, with cushy loveseats facing a small stage with a stripper pole on it. An athletic Latina was working the pole for a small group of watchers. I wondered if she was a pro—hired by the club—or just another visitor like me. I love attention, but I don’t know if I could get up on a stripper pole. Dave would probably love it if I went to some strip club’s amateur night. I filed the idea away for another day—if I ever thought I could work up the nerve.
The rest of the upstairs was comprised of small rooms. More than a dozen doors lined the walls, many of them open. Each door had a big window in it, but the windows could be covered. Peering into one, I saw it was little more than a king-sized mattress on a platform and a little table. The table held a basket of condoms. Carlos saw me looking in and pressed behind me, arms around my waist, lips brushing my ear.
“I bet you’d like me to pull you into one of these rooms, wouldn’t you, Dana?” he suggested.
“It could be fun,” I gamely replied.
His body pressed to mine made my heart beat faster. It was maddening that I could not control my reaction to him. The second I saw him in the doorway at the condo I wanted him. It didn’t matter how angry I was at being manipulated. He looked so hot in the tight black shirt and slacks, with his head freshly shaved. His cologne was different, but just as manly as before. I wanted him to tear my clothes off, as wrong as that was.
“The only question is, would we leave the curtain open so others could watch, or would we leave the door open to invite them in.”
I did not verbally reply, but my involuntary gasp and shiver told him how I felt about his suggestions. I love being surreptitiously played with in public, so how exciting would it be to have strangers looking in through a window while Carlos gave me the fucking I so desperately needed? Would it excite me in the same way as having my husband watch did? I had a feeling I was going to find out before the evening was done.
Carlos inched up the front of the dress and pressed his fingers to my already-swollen mound. I was wet before he even touched me, and I felt like a slut for being so easy. The problem was—I liked feeling like a slut, especially for Carlos. His finger split my lips and brushed my clit. My knees nearly buckled and I leaned into him harder for the support. Half my drink spilled. I felt that big bulge in his pants pressing into my back. I could feel how much he wanted me. I wished he wasn’t so good at holding back.
“You’re always so ready, aren’t you, Dana?” he hissed into my ear.
I nodded.
“You need a nice, fat cock, don’t you?”
“Yes…please…”
“I’ll make sure you get one, but not yet. There’s still so much to see.”
Carlos took his fingers from me and I was bereft. I turned and rubbed against him, my arms snaking around his neck to pull him into a kiss. He held me with surprising gentleness and that kiss sent tingles all the way down to my toes.
“Don’t you want to have some fun first, baby? We will have plenty of time to explore.”
Carlos chuckled. “Don’t worry. You’re going to get plenty, and it will be all the sweeter for waiting for it.”
I pouted.
“If you’d really like something, you can get down and suck my dick.”
I’m ashamed that I didn’t even hesitate. Maybe I should have waited for Dave to catch up with us—he had to be in the club by then—but I wasn’t thinking too clearly. Between the excitement of the club and the coke working on my brain, I was not exactly thinking clearly. No, I did not think. I just slithered to my knees like a good little whore, setting my drink on the floor, and took out his cock.
He was just as full and long as I remembered. I could not help thinking about how amazing that cock felt inside me whenever I touched it. My fingers barely wrapped around the shaft as I held it up and licked it up and down. When I reached his smooth balls, I sucked on them like I wanted nothing more in the world.
Carlos was the first man I’d seen in the flesh who shaved everything down there. At first it was shocking, but it made giving head so much more fun. I could really lick and kiss and suck everywhere without encountering those pesky hairs. I spent much more time sucking his heavy balls because they were nice and smooth. I’d thought about encouraging my husband to groom himself that way too, but I knew he would not go for it.
I was guided back to the tip and I fed that thing into my mouth. I took him deeper and deeper, and he seemed never ending. I relaxed and he pushed to the back of my throat. My lips stretched wider and wider, and he kept forcing it deeper. Carlos enjoyed fucking my throat. I think he liked the sense of power. And I liked giving it to him. It didn’t matter that I could barely breathe. I wanted him to fuck my mouth. He held the back of my head and kept his prick embedded until I was red-faced. When he finally released me, I was coughing and tearing, drooling all over his cock. Carlos looked very pleased.
The area was not crowded enough that I would have missed Dave if he was there. I wanted him to see Carlos using my mouth like that. My husband would have enjoyed it as much as I did. I glanced around as best I could, but did not see him, so I returned my focus to that wonderful cock.
A small crowd gathered around to watch me blow Carlos. There was an attractive middle-aged couple, a single woman, and three single men. The men watched me hungrily. My eyes darted from side to side and having an audience gave me chills. One hand held that cock filling my mouth, and the other dipped between my thighs and I stroked my pussy. If Carlos was not going to make me come, I would do it myself.
Carlos was more eager with an audience. He wound his fingers in my hair and pulled until I felt a sharp, slight, exciting pain. He used my hair to guide me, forcing me to suck him even faster. My cheeks hollowed as I concentrated on pleasing him and the wet sounds of my sucking were punctuated by gagging when he pushed too far. I
stroked his shaft when it wasn’t in my mouth, and soon he was fucking my mouth so hard I became dizzy.
Usually, I like to look up at the man I am blowing, to see the control I have over him, but I could not help looking at our audience. Still no Dave, but one of the men watching was playing with himself, and the couple were also touching each other. Seeing that was enough to push me over the edge, and I screamed into Carlos’s prick as my orgasm swept through my body. I flooded my fingers and stained my thighs.
I was still fully engaged in my climax when Carlos came. First, he shot down my throat, but then he pulled out and strings of his thick load blasted across my face. I titled my head back and took it all on my face. I did not want that mess in my hair—not this early in the evening. Carlos pumped his cock until I had the last of it, and then he tucked his cock back into his pants. He offered me a hand and I shakily rose to my feet.
“You give a fucking great blowjob, Dana. Your husband is very lucky,” he said, giving my ass a quick squeeze.
“Thanks. He appreciates it.”
The crowd fell away to look for something else lurid to watch and I was acutely aware of the cum drying on my face. I wanted to get cleaned up, and I was sure there was a ladies’ room, but I did not know where. Carlos took my hand and led me back downstairs. It seemed that leaving his load on my face was a way of humiliating me—and it did. But I was also strangely excited that people would see me that way. The rules were all different in the sex club. The only saving grace was that it would be hard to see the mess on my face from a distance in the club’s subdued lighting.
We stopped at the bar downstairs, so I could replace my lost drink and I knocked it back, not caring if it was mostly vodka, with just a dash of cranberry for color. I felt the bartender, a male this time, staring at the cum on my face. He only allowed the tiniest smirk.
I was disappointed to find the stage was still empty as Carlos led me around to the side of the club we had not passed. We paused in one corner, where a plump, middle-aged blonde woman was riding something that resembled a barrel that had been cut in half. It was very good, based on her crazy moans. She was still in her red dress. She’d just hiked it up so she could ride the machine. The contraption was on a stand, which was on a platform to make it easier for bystanders to watch. A long cord stretched from the machine to a control box, which a man—who looked to be her husband—was working. The machine was so loud that I could hear it working over her cries and the thumping music.
“Oh God! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Ohmygod!!!” the blonde screamed, bucking against the machine.
The small crowd around the woman cheered, and her husband was very pleased.
“If you’re lucky I’ll put you on there before we leave,” Carlos commented.
“What is it?” I didn’t know about riding some sex toy out in the open like that, but I was intrigued.
“It’s called a Sybian. It’s the ultimate fuck machine.”
“So it vibrates?”
“Yes, but there’s a piece up inside her, moving round. I’m told getting on that is like having one endless orgasm.”
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” the blonde screamed. She slumped forward and held onto the front of the machine, but she made no move to get off of it.
“We’ll have to come back.” Carlos chuckled. “It looks like she’s going to be a while. Besides, there’s something over here you’ll think is just as fun.”
“I’ll be the judge of that,” I told him, frightened by what he might think I’d consider fun.
“No, I will be, Dana.”
More of the curtained cubbyholes were occupied than earlier. I could see shapes moving through the curtains if I really stared. But then we came across a cubby with the curtain pulled aside and there were two women locked in a passionate ‘69’. Three men stood just outside cheering them on. My slut’s mind immediately put me into that cubby with Gabi. I recalled how wonderful her pussy tasted.
In another corner of the big room there were several weird apperatuses. I recognized the hanging straps as a sex swing, and then to the side of that was what looked like a gymnastics pommel horse—except this one had rings set into it and cuffs down near the bottom. I shivered as I pictured being bent over and strapped into that thing. It was strange that bondage was the one place Dave and I had never gone. I was finding I had quite the submissive streak.
Carlos stopped in front of a third object. It was a padded bench, except it was waist-high—impractical for sitting. Two padded boards coming off the end were obvious leg rests, and then there were handles on the sides. The opposite end held a headrest, like on a massage table. The only things the piece of sex furniture lacked were restraints. There was a stand beside the device containing dispensers for antibacterial gel and baby wipes.
“That looks interesting,” I nervously remarked.
“It’s time we find out what you’re really made of, Dana.”
I turned and rubbed against him, trying to appeal to whatever better nature he had. I knew he planned to put me on that thing, but I was afraid of what would happen next. “Let’s go back into one of those little alcoves. I need you, baby.”
“You’re going to get what you need. Take off that dress, Dana.”
“Carlos…”
Without warning, he gave my butt a hard swat, jolting me against him. “Remember our deal. You’re going to do whatever I want tonight. You are my bitch and you’ll act like it.”
I nodded meekly. I did not like being called bitch, but it thrilled me in a way I can’t explain.
“Tell me, Dana.”
I shook my head. “I belong to my husband.”
Carlos spanked me even harder. My ass was stinging. Was Dave watching us? I could not imagine him allowing this.
“Of course you do. After tonight you go back to him. I am only borrowing you for the evening. I can write him a thank you note, if you like.”
I shook my head. He palmed my butt, rubbing it soothingly.
“Then tell me. You belong to your husband, but for tonight you’re my bitch, Dana.”
I looked up at him and bit my lip before softly uttering, “I’m your bitch.”
He grinned. “I didn’t quite hear you.”
I smirked. I did not want to show him fear. He had to know this was a game for me too—because I told the truth. Carlos may have been borrowing me, but I belonged to my husband.
“Tonight, I am your bitch, Carlos.”
“Good girl. Now let me help you with that dress.”
Carlos pulled the knot at the back of my neck and the dress fell to my hips, where I pushed it off. It puddled at my feet. Several men were gathering, anticipating what was to come, and there I was, naked but for my spiked heels.
Where was my husband?
sixteen
I had to wait over an hour for Jana to meet me. Her makeup was done, but she carried her outfit in her oversized purse. Luckily, the dress was tiny enough that it easily fit in the handbag. She climbed into the backseat of my king-cab truck and began undressing. She pulled off her black mock turtleneck and then laid down to unsnap her tight jeans. I fought the temptation, but I could not help myself and watched her in the rearview mirror.
“What did you tell Neil?” I asked. I felt bad about causing her to lie to my friend, but it couldn’t be helped.
“I told him Dana had an emergency and needed my help. I implied she was out and had too much to drink and didn’t want to call you for a ride.”
Jana rolled the jeans down her hips and pulled them off with the socks she’d been wearing under her tall riding boots.
“He bought that?” I didn’t like Neil believing Dana was the type of wife who’d go out without me and get drunk. Did he have his suspicions about my wife? Or had Jana shared our secret?
“Neil doesn’t question me very much.” Reading my mind, she added, “Don’t worry, your secret is safe for now.”
I did not like the for now part. Jana’s enhanced tits looked incredible in a black
lacy bra. I had seen her in bikinis many times, but somehow seeing her in her underwear—in the backseat of my truck—was different. I felt myself getting hard again as I watched her, and felt a little guilty. It felt like I’d been hard for most of the night. I spent the time waiting for Jana speculating what my wife might be doing inside that club, which kept me aroused.
Jana caught me looking in the mirror, and I looked away. “It’s okay, Dave. I like it when you look at me. And I know you like to watch.”
“This is about Dana.”
“I know. I’m just saying, I don’t mind you taking a peek.”
Feeling guilty did not stop me from looking back to the mirror. Jana had a scrap of electric blue fabric in her hands, and only as she stretched it over her curves did it begin to resemble a dress. Dana’s dress for the evening showed more, but Jana’s was just as hot. It looked painted on, and she had trouble tugging it into place in the backseat. When she’d done her best, she turned her back to me and asked me to zip her. My hands trembled when I touched her.
Throughout all of this, I had never had any intention to be with any other woman. I truly did not want anyone but my wife—that wasn’t what this hotwife thing was about. But being around someone as sexy as Jana when I was so horny was dangerous.
“So what’s the plan?” she asked, producing platform heels from her bag.
I gave her a brief recap of how we ended up here and the trouble I had getting into the club. Jana took the idea of going inside a sex club in stride. She even seemed excited.
“This is going to be a fun night,” Jana said, smiling.
“Just remember this is about Dana. We need to keep an eye on her with this Carlos.”
I didn’t like the way she smiled. “I’ve heard about him. That’s probably a good idea.” I was dying to ask what Dana had told her. “You’ll blend better with me. It’s better to be part of a couple than just some creepy single guy.”
“Are you ready?”
Jana fluffed her hair and looked in the mirror. “I guess so. Let’s do it.”
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