When he hopped out of the truck, Jana still had to adjust the dress. It looked even more amazing when she was standing. It just barely came to mid-thigh and the scoop neck favored her tits. Her body was crazy tight. Between that and the big, fake tits, Jana really did look like a porn star. I tried to ignore the tingling in my crotch. She linked her arm in mine and we crossed the street.
Getting into the club was still a hassle. They seemed skeptical that Jana and I were really a couple, but when I didn’t blink over the steep membership fee the girl dropped her suspicion. I did not like the long form we had to fill out. I found the section where we attested that we were not law enforcement was particularly amusing. Carlos must have lied through that section. Jana added her information without hesitation. It didn’t bother her that somewhere there would be a record that she belonged to a sex club. With all of the formalities taken care of, we were finally allowed into the club, but our introduction was not over yet.
“I’m Kyra. I’m just going to show you around the club and explain how we do things here.”
Kyra was a petite woman with cherub cheeks and white-blonde hair worn in a bob that just barely brushed her shoulders. She was very cute and could have been anywhere from thirty to forty. Her skin was flawless, right down to the enormous, pale tits that spilled out of her white bra top. It was hard not to stare at those. She was as big as Jana, but they looked real. Her body reminded me of my wife—which only made me more eager to find Dana. Kyra was in good shape, but she was not gym-sculpted the way Jana was. A filmy sash was tied across her hips, forming something like a see-through skirt over little white boyshorts. I did not feel bad for checking out her body. She obviously welcomed the attention.
“The first thing you guys need to know is that there is no pressure at all to do anything you do not wish to. Everyone here is very friendly and respectful. A lot of couples come here and just watch, before going off to one of the rooms.” Kyra gave us a devilish grin. “Of course, it’s more fun to participate.”
Jana held onto my arm like she really was my wife. “Oh, I’m not one for sitting on the sidelines. I’m looking to have some fun tonight.” She noticed Kyra looking for me to say something, but I didn’t, so Jana answered for me. “Don’t mind Dave. He usually just hangs back and takes it all in.”
“Mmm, that can be a lot of fun, too,” Kyra replied.
Kyra showed us to the bar, which was BYOB. We had not planned ahead, so we didn’t have any booze. I didn’t think being sober would slow Jana down. She looked like a kid in a candy store as she took in the club. I already knew I was going to have trouble reining her in.
We found a stage on the other side of the bar and I was relieved—maybe disappointed—that Dana wasn’t on it. Kyra read my expression and must have thought I was picturing Jana up there.
“We have planned shows most nights. There are certain couples, and others, who enjoy taking the stage.” Kyra regarded Jana. “We also welcome anyone who wishes to come up and join the show.”
“How many people can take the stage?” Jana asked.
Kyra brushed Jana’s hand with her own. The little blonde was flirting with her! “As many as you’d like.”
Our guide pointed out little alcoves along the wall, which were obscured by curtains. Kyra said those were for couples—or others—who wanted to go off and have a little fun off to the side. She said if the curtain was left open it was an invitation to watch—if not more. The only rule was to ask before just jumping in, and respect others’ boundaries. I squinted at the dark little holes in the wall and wondered if Carlos had my wife in one of them. He could be fucking her right now. I was beginning to lose faith we would be able to find her in the busy club.
The tour took us upstairs, where there was an orgy pit, a stripper pole, and more private rooms for people to play in. She also pointed out locker rooms with showers, which made sense. Most people probably needed to clean up before leaving the club. The more Kyra showed us, the more tightly Jana clung to me. I could feel the horniness radiating off of her. She appeared to be sizing up every guy we passed, whether they were accompanied or not. I concluded that a lot of couples must go their separate ways in the club, because there seemed to be a lot of single men wandering around for a club that was not admitting them that night.
“Is your husband here tonight?” I asked.
“Ethan’s around somewhere. A lot of couples in the Lifestyle prefer to play together, and we do too, but as we’ve gotten more experienced we’ve found it can be a lot of fun to play on our own too. I am sure Ethan is off having fun somewhere,” Kyra answered.
“Jealousy doesn’t really work here, I guess. You need to be willing to let each other go off and have fun,” Jana commented.
Was Jana thinking of me and Dana, or wondering what the future could hold for her and Neil? Despite her hopes, I just could not see her husband going for any of this. Neil’s a good guy, and a straight arrow.
“That’s probably one of the biggest issues—jealousy,” Kyra confirmed. “Ethan and I eased into it, just to see if we would have any issues. We had a lot of fun, but we also learned where our limits were. It took a lot of long talks to get to where we are now.”
“How long have you been, uh, doing this?” I asked.
“We’ve been in the Lifestyle about four years. We’ve been members of the club for a couple years. The club is a fun, safe environment. I don’t know what kinds of experiences you two have had, but we found it can get really weird out there when you’re trying to meet people on the internet, or through other means.”
Jana kissed my cheek and hugged my arm. “Dave here is all about the internet. And there have been some crazy times. But I think the crazier the better, right honey?”
I tried to appear enthusiastic. “Yeah, it can be a lot of effort, but it’s worth it.”
Kyra smiled at me, and I could tell I was being evaluated. She must have liked what she saw, because she came close, pressing those beautiful tits against me. She had one hand on my arm, and one on Jana’s. “I’m sure it was. I bet you guys are a lot of fun.”
“You have no idea,” Jana said, kissing my cheek again.
The tour brought us back downstairs to see the features we’d missed. The corners of the club were dedicated to different themes—or activities. One corner held some kind of fuck machine. The crowd that had been gathered around it was dissipating, and there was a very pleased-looking blonde standing beside it on wobbly knees. Another corner contained several pieces of bondage equipment, with some poor bastard strapped to a big broken cross.
We came to another station with a nice little crowd gathered around it. Beyond the observers, there were six or seven people gathered around something—or someone. Even with my height, I couldn’t see over them without pushing through the crowd, but as I got closer I heard lusty moaning.
“This is a nice place for guys who like to watch, and wives who love a lot of attention,” Kyra said. “I’ve been on there a couple times, but it’s pretty overwhelming. I couldn’t take it after a while.
“Sounds like it’s right up our alley,” Jana said.
We moved around until we found a close spot. There were two women and five men touching whoever was there. I caught flashes of skin between the bodies—a leg here, a pale stomach there—but I couldn’t see the whole picture. The woman looked to be laying on some kind of table or bench, and it looked like maybe she was strapped in. If she was restrained, it wasn’t involuntary, not based on the cries of pleasure I heard. The people gathered around were obviously touching her, and they looked to be enjoying getting her off.
“This one’s a goer,” a man said.
“She’s so fucking wet, honey. Jesus, she’s got all my fingers in her.” That was the woman beside him, probably his wife.
“Ahh, fuck. Stroke it, baby,” said another man.
The woman on the bench must have been jerking him off. I assumed that meant she was jerking off the man on the opposite side as wel
l. Jana was right, this sort of thing was right up my alley. I really wanted to find Dana, but I wanted to get a better look at the woman in the middle of the action first. I edged closer, but my brain exploded before I reached a place to get a good view.
“Yes! Yesyesyesyes! Fuck!”
I knew that voice. I knew who was on that table. I didn’t want to believe it. I didn’t want to believe it was my wife on that table. Would she really let herself be groped by all those strangers? I instantly recalled all those times she spat at me: Do you want to see me gangbanged? Is that what you really want? I could never answer her because I didn’t really know the truth, but now I was thinking that in her heart of hearts Dana always wanted it to go here. She was trying to ask for permission. But was it what I wanted? Now that I was confronted by something close to it, I had to face the truth. I moved closer. I had to see it for myself.
A spotlight was cleverly placed right above the device—was it a table? Or a bench?—allowing me to see my wife with perfect clarity. Dana was on her back, with her legs strapped down and spread open wide. The woman—who’d I’d only seen from the back—was fingering her, and she hadn’t been exaggerating. Her four slender fingers were sliding in and out of my wife’s slick cunt. The other woman was stroking my wife’s clit. She also played with the other woman’s pussy, pushing her skirt up. Dana squirmed to push her mound back at the women’s hands. Dana was indeed stroking off the men standing on either side of her, and they were both touching her. They rubbed her tits and played with her nipples, but they were also caressing her all over. Two men stood at Dana’s head, and they both had their cocks out. Her head hung back at an angle, and the one man gently took her face and guided it back to his prick. My wife opened wide and swallowed him. At that angle, he was more fucking her mouth than she was sucking. I could still hear her muffled cries through the mouthful of cock. He sawed his shaft in and out of her mouth until his balls were resting on her cheek. The man standing beside him just watched, looking amused. That man was Carlos.
I was staggered and I leaned against Jana for support. I had not been so struck since the first time I’d seen Dana play with another man. My stomach twisted, and for the briefest moment I thought I was going to be sick. I think I felt lightheaded because all of my blood rocketed to my cock. Every time Dana had done something new, I’d had the same thought: This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Foolishly, I’d always thought each new moment couldn’t be topped. How wrong I’d been! Nothing had been hotter than seeing this. And I didn’t see how it could get any hotter unless the people gathered around began fucking my wife—and it seemed like that was on the table.
But the excitement did not chase away the darker thoughts. Is this what she really needs? Is this what she wants? She’s such a filthy little slut! Look at her, loving every minute of this! God, my wife is such a little whore! She needs to be gangbanged! She needs it now! And after something like this, how could coming home to my bed ever satisfy her again? I looked at Carlos smugly watching her. Dana was doing this for him. Had she even resisted? She truly was his, wasn’t she? He knew it from the second he laid eyes on her, and I should have seen it coming.
The panic receded and it dawned on me that this was exactly what I wanted. It really had all been leading up to this. And this wasn’t about Carlos at all. My wife was only here—only on that table—because of me. She was only with Carlos because of me. This was all because she wanted to make my fantasies come true. And she’d grown to love it. Dana loved playing the slut. But she was my slut. Dana was my little whore, and she always would be. I didn’t need to feel insecure. I just needed to enjoy it. This was the ultimate gift Dana could give me.
“She’s pretty fucking incredible, isn’t she? I thought that night with those guys was crazy. I had no idea…” Jana whispered in my ear.
I nodded dumbly.
“This must be awesome for you. Isn’t it?” I thought I heard a note of envy in Jana’s voice. Did she wish she could be the center of attention the way Dana was?
Kyra was so impressed, she seemed to have abandoned our tour. Instead, she moved down between Dana’s splayed legs and winked at the guy at her head getting the blowjob. Was that her husband, Ethan? If it was, Kyra had no problem with him fucking my wife’s throat. The women playing with Dana’s cunt gave way so Kyra could take her turn. But she was not going to finger Dana. Kyra knelt down and locked her mouth onto Dana’s mound, licking her sopping pussy.
Dana bucked on the table the second Kyra began licking her, and I knew my wife was coming. She was choking on the cock in her throat when she tried to scream, and he pulled out, stroking his own spit-covered prick.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! It’s too much! Oh fuck!” Dana cried.
Ethan kept cranking his shaft, and with a grunt he let it fly. Thick ropes of cum landed on Dana’s face and shot into her mouth, which was still hanging open. She looked to be trying to get more of it into her mouth. She was playing the good little whore to perfection.
The man on Dana’s right seemed aggravated that in her bliss, my wife was just holding his cock and had stopped jerking him off. He pushed her hand away and took care of himself. Within a minute, he shivered and shot his load all over my wife’s tits. The guy on the other side jerked his hand away just in time and looked annoyed. Another bystander stepped up and put Dana’s hand on his prick. She started stroking him by instinct.
I was so engrossed by my wife’s spectacle that it took me a minute to realize that Jana was rubbing me through my pants. It felt so good, but I tried to stop her. “Jana, don’t,” I weakly said.
“Come on, Dave,” she cooed in my ear, giving it a flick of her tongue while she was there. I shook and tried to ignore how good it felt. “I can feel you need some relief, and I know Dana wouldn’t mind. Look at her, how could she?”
Jana made sense, but it still felt wrong for her to be touching me like that. No other woman had touched me intimately since I met my wife, and this was not about me getting laid. But when Jana reached for my belt, I didn’t stop her. It all felt like a weird dream and reason had left me.
The man who’d been to Dana’s left said something to Carlos, who just nodded at my wife. He then leaned down and said something to her. I was not close enough to hear over the loud music, but Dana agreed to it with an eager nod. When the man moved around and replaced Kyra between my wife’s legs, I knew what Dana had agreed to.
“She’s going to let that guy fuck her. Does Dana even know him?” Jana whispered.
I shook my head. The man only briefly paused for a condom, and then lined up between Dana’s legs. He grabbed her thighs and drove into her with one powerful thrust.
“Oh god! Yes! Dana cried, looking down along her body to watch the stranger impale her.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? You wanted to turn Dana into a whore,” Jana taunted.
“I…I…”
“It’s okay to admit it, hon. I think it’s fucking hot. I wish I was lucky enough to have a husband like you. I’d love to be your whore.”
She was stroking my cock and I couldn’t lie to her. I was so sex-crazed—just like my wife—that I couldn’t think to lie. “Yes, dammit. I want to see Dana used. I fucking love it.”
“I know you need to come, don’t you, hon.” Jana was playing with my balls. My head was swimming.
“Fuck, yes.”
Jana went down to her knees in front of me, and instead of stopping her, I held the back of her head and jammed my cock into her mouth. If Jana wanted to be a whore too, I would make her one.
My eyes moved between Dana and Carlos. She was staring up at him while she was being ravished, and it looked like she sought his approval. But he was not watching her like I did. He saw her as a toy. A thing to be played with. There was no connection for him. When he was done with Dana he would just move on to the next woman. Carlos was not a threat at all. Whatever hold he had on my wife, I knew there was nothing permanent between them. It was a relief, and it mad
e me angry. It made me angry that this asshole did not properly appreciate my wife.
I was so consumed in my thoughts that I almost missed it. Dana was staring right back at me.
seventeen
I had trouble focusing. That second bump of coke Carlos made me snort before I climbed onto the bench scrambled my brain. Every nerve ending felt raw and alive, which made every orgasm excruciatingly beautiful. It also made me feel all powerful, like I could fuck every guy in that club. And now that a complete stranger was pumping his cock into me I began to think that was going to happen. God, it felt so good to be touched. It felt so good to be fucked. I wanted to keep going all night long. But through all that sex-haze I did focus. I had to, because the man standing to the side looked so familiar. I thought it was my husband, but it couldn’t be, because some blonde slut was on her knees blowing him. I squinted, and sure enough that was Dave, getting a blowjob while he watched me being molested by a small group of strangers.
If I hadn’t been so high the shock might have stopped me. All this time, Dave insisted he didn’t want any other women, that this was all about me, and only me. If Dave was bullshitting me, he was certainly playing the long game. I didn’t know how to feel about what I saw and I couldn’t think about it because I was too overcome by the orgasms wracking my body. And after a moment, I couldn’t see my husband getting his blowjob any longer because my head was turned to the side, and another cock was pressed to my lips. I opened wide and it slid into my mouth.
I didn’t think it was possible, but my excitement level rose even higher. It was because my husband was watching me being ravished. And apparently Dave approved! Knowing Dave was so turned on by me tempered whatever confused feelings I had about his blowjob. It was good he was enjoying himself—and who was I to judge him when stranger after stranger was enjoying my body?
The guy between my legs felt good, but he was not particularly big. I enjoyed him, but it only made me long to have Carlos inside me. I was frustrated that Carlos would not fuck me. It didn’t matter that he was a blackmailing asshole. He was still an incredible lover, and when I was close to him I couldn’t help wanting him. I feared Carlos wasn’t going to fuck me at all, but stand by and watch all night.
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