My Husband Let Me Go Into the Dark Room Alone

We’re both close to forty and take pretty good care of ourselves. At home, Andrés is usually the one who writes these stories: some real, some made up, some halfway between what happened and what he would have liked to happen. This time I want to tell it myself, because it happened to me and I still can’t quite believe how far I went.

It wasn’t our first time in a swinging club. We’d been a few times and made some good memories, although most nights we went home feeling like we’d left something unfinished. We always tried to look after each other, not separate too much, and by trying to protect the relationship we ended up wasting opportunities that looked promising.

That night was different. We’d talked about it in the car on the way there. If one of us was attracted to something, we’d go for it without worrying about what the other was doing in the meantime. No guilt, no keeping tabs.

We went in determined. Andrés was wearing dark jeans and a black shirt, understated and elegant, with that athletic body I still like to look at from a distance. I’d put on a short skirt, a thong underneath, and a tight white shirt without a bra. My nipples showed through the fabric, and I knew it. I still keep myself in good shape too, and that night I wanted it to show.

We ordered something at the bar. The place was half empty, but it slowly filled up with couples and a few single guys. We split up several times, hoping someone would come over, but we never managed to click with anyone we were really interested in.

We decided to go into the dark room together.

We started kissing and touching in the dim light. We moved closer to another couple, but they were doing their own thing and ignored us. Then I felt a hand coming from behind, resting on my waist. I turned my head: it was a hand coming through the bars at the back, that area where only the single guys go in to touch whoever lets them in the dark.

Andrés noticed too. He made me step back until I was pressed against the bars. The hand reached my stomach and started stroking me over my shirt, with fingers slipping between the buttons. At first I tensed up, with a stranger touching me like that, but he was patient. He didn’t go up or down, just stayed on my stomach. And I gradually relaxed, starting to enjoy it.

My husband didn’t mind either. In fact, he undid one button on my shirt to make room for that intrusive hand. We stayed like that for quite a while, the three of us in silence. Until a different hand appeared, from another man, going straight up my thigh with no delicacy at all. That killed the mood. I asked Andrés to take me out.

***

Outside, in the soft light of the hallway, he asked if I’d liked it.

—Yes —I told him—. A lot. The first hand was amazing. The second one ruined it.

—Then go back in alone —he suggested, looking me in the eye—. Stay calm, enjoy yourself. I’ll manage.

I hesitated for a moment. But that first hand, soft and unhurried, had me bewitched. So I went back in, this time alone.

I moved cautiously toward the bars. At first I couldn’t see anything, only make out hands peeking through the iron bars. I touched one and it immediately grabbed me hard, pulling me toward it. It wasn’t him. I let go and wandered around the corner, letting different hands brush my thighs while I felt them one by one, searching.

And I recognized it. The same gentle hand from before.

I stroked his fingers, turned my back and placed his palm on my stomach, right where he’d left it. He touched me the same way again, slowly. Now I was sure it was him. I leaned against the bars, lifted my arms over my head and grabbed a bar, offering myself.

He brought his mouth to my ear.

—I was waiting for you —he whispered—. I was hoping you’d come back. But seeing you come in alone has been even better.

I stayed like that, the back of my neck and my ass pressed against the bars, my arms raised. One hand ran over my stomach through my shirt, unhurried, and the other rested on my hip. That calm turned me on. I went from relaxed to horny, and how slowly he moved made me even hotter.

I started rubbing his ass, searching for his bulge. That encouraged him. The hand on my hip slid down to my thigh and up under my skirt to the elastic of my thong, playing with the edge without quite slipping inside. I could feel his hard bulge against my ass, and his other hand finally started undoing the remaining buttons on the way to my breasts.

I was getting hotter and hotter. I moved my ass, spread my legs to invite him in, and he responded. His hands turned playful: one teasing my naked tits, the other searching for the wetness under my thong.

I let one arm drop and reached down to his bulge. He already had his pants open. I slipped under his briefs and grabbed his cock, half hard and a good size. I pulled it out and stroked it for a while, while he worked my breasts and the entrance to my pussy at the same time.

He lifted my skirt. His bare cock brushed the crack of my ass. That made me pull away from the bars a little. I turned my head.

—Let’s go to a room —I told him.

I thought about telling Andrés on the way. But the stranger waited for me at the entrance and led me down a side hallway, without passing by the bar. I didn’t even see my husband or get a chance to say anything to him.

***

We got to the room, closed the door and threw ourselves onto the bed. I pulled his cock out again and took it into my mouth. I felt it harden completely between my lips. It was big, quite a bit bigger than Andrés’s, which is about fourteen centimeters. This one must have been around eighteen, I’d guess.

He finished undressing and stripped me too. He lay on his back and I kept sucking him the way my husband likes it: on all fours, my head resting on his stomach, stroking his balls with one hand while I gave him a long, wet blowjob. He caressed my head and ass.

I wanted him inside me. I took his cock out of my mouth, opened a condom and put it on him. I sat on top and, without saying a word, took him inside me and started riding. I was so hot I came very quickly, collapsing onto his chest.

—Already? —he asked, almost amused.

—Yes —I admitted.

I got off him and got onto all fours beside him.

—Fuck me if you want —I told him.

He got behind me, pushed into me and started fucking me. I let him do it, waiting for him to finish, because I almost never get turned on again once I’ve already come. But he didn’t finish, he just kept pumping at a steady rhythm. And, not quite knowing how, I got turned on again.

He noticed. He picked up the pace and I was getting closer and closer to the edge. I was about to come again. Then he pulled out and pressed his cock against my asshole. I didn’t do anything to stop him. It wasn’t the first time, but very few people had done it to me there, only Andrés. I was so hot I let him in.

Little by little he pushed it all the way inside me. He started moving and I was ready, euphoric, while he took the opportunity to spank my ass and grab my hair. He was close too, but I came first and collapsed face down on the bed, letting him go.

I spread my legs so he could finish inside me. He’d earned it. But I didn’t feel him penetrate me. I turned my head just in time to see the first spurt of semen shooting from his cock toward me. He had taken off the condom and was coming all over my body. The first spurt hit my face. I turned again and felt another on my neck, another on my back, and felt him wipe the last drops on my ass.

I don’t usually like having semen sprayed on me. That time I didn’t care at all. After a fuck like that, I didn’t care about anything.

He lay down beside me.

—One of the best fucks I’ve ever had —he said—. How about you?

—Same —I answered—. One of the best of my life.

—Do me a favor? —he asked—. Go to the bar and, if you see my… your husband, tell him I’m waiting for him here. Do you know which one he is?

—I think so —he said while getting dressed—. The one in the black shirt.

He bent down, picked up my thong from the floor and put it in his pocket.

—I’ll keep this.

And he left, leaving the door wide open. What a sight he left behind: clothes on the floor, a used condom on the bed, and me face down, my back and ass covered in semen. A couple peeked in from the hallway and asked if I was okay. I told them I was without looking at them.

***

Andrés came in shortly after. He closed the door and lay down beside me.

—How was it? —he asked.

—Very good. I enjoyed it a lot. And you? Did it take long?

—A bit. I was just having a drink, taking it easy. Now you’re going to tell me everything, right?

—On the way home —I told him—. Come on, wipe the semen off me and let’s go.

He wiped my ass, my back, my neck. He warned me that my hair was sticky too. I laughed. I told him I’d given my thong to the stranger. I got dressed in what was left and we left the club.

In the car I told him everything in detail. He confessed that he’d been watching from the dark room, that he loved seeing me getting felt up between the bars, and that when he saw me leave with the other man he’d tried to follow us, but they wouldn’t let a single man into the room area.

He got so turned on by the story that when we got home I gave him a hell of a blowjob. He’d earned it, for giving me such an incredible night with a stranger.