I Accompanied My Wife to a Swingers Club
Although Marisa, my wife, had taken what she called “a time for reflection” —a pause she imposed on me without consulting me—, there was still good chemistry between us and a strange kind of friendship, the kind that survives everything. The problem was her demands. She wanted me to swallow the semen of her lovers, and since I flatly refused (one thing is mine and quite another is some other guy’s), she dumped me for someone who was willing. Same old story: relationships last four days with her and I’m the backup plan. So it didn’t surprise me when one day she called to offer to take her to a swingers club. I accepted, of course.
On the appointed Saturday I went to pick her up at her apartment. I was dressed casually but neatly: brown shoes, black jeans, a dark shirt, and a blazer to match the shoes. I rang the bell and she told me over the intercom she’d be down in five minutes. It took quite a bit longer, naturally, but the wait was worth it.
Marisa isn’t skinny and she doesn’t have an ounce to spare: she’s got generous curves, a defined waist, and a chest that grabs attention. She came down in a tight red dress that outlined every inch of her body. The top looked like a bodysuit and, on her thighs, two side slits showed off legs encased in fishnet stockings. With her black heels and her wavy blonde mane, she had the air of a 1950s diva.
“With that black shirt, nobody in there’s going to see your body,” she shot at me as soon as she got in the car.
“What matters is that they see you,” I replied. “You’re the star. No one in that place will outshine you.”
I knew a little flattery puffed up her ego, and she loved that.
On the way we talked about our relationship on hold.
“Of the two conditions you put on me if we got back together,” I said, stroking one of her legs, “I’m willing to accept the first. I even bought some plugs of different sizes so I can stretch myself out. That way, when you want to use your toys on me, there won’t be a problem. What do you think?”
“The truth is I miss you,” she admitted, looking at the road. “With you I have a level of chemistry I don’t find with anyone else. A lot of men want me, but when it’s time to make something official, they vanish. So I’ll accept. We’re a normal married couple again. You can move back home tonight. But first I want us to enjoy a filthy orgy with a couple worth the trouble.”
“I’m a little nervous,” I admitted. “I saw the club advertised online; it has good reviews. We’ll see.”
***
We arrived in the parking lot and were greeted by a tall, fair-eyed, very muscular guy with medium-length brown hair. Marisa’s gaze lit up instantly.
“Go on in, honey, and order me a cuba libre,” she said, lowering her voice. “I’ve suddenly got a serious heat on, and I’m going to stay in the car with this one for a while.”
“Take care of my car… and the lady,” I told the guy, after giving my wife a long kiss. I knew that when I found her again inside, she’d have a different taste in her mouth, and I preferred that the guy she’d just been with should carry that burden.
As I walked toward the entrance, I noticed the place looked a lot like the one I myself had described in a series of stories I published some time ago, titled “A Big House Where the Party Never Ends.” It was a nineteenth-century mansion, two stories high, surrounded by a huge estate. The only difference from my invented version was the amount of security: guards everywhere and even a patrol car parked outside. That put me on alert that the atmosphere could get hostile. Alcohol and jealousy are a bad mix.
Before going in, I gave the car one last look. It was far away, but I could clearly make out Marisa riding the guy at a good pace.
Once inside, I noticed several couples looking at me with a certain contempt. “Another loner who came here to drool,” they must have thought. I went up to the bar and ordered two cuba libres. A few meters away, a young couple was watching me with interest; when they saw me order two drinks, they waited expectantly to meet my companion. She was red-haired, with a blue top and black miniskirt, stockings to match, and knee-high boots. He was barely five foot seven, but you could tell he spent hours in the gym: sheer shirt and light jeans.
Marisa was taking her time, so I ordered a third rum and coke. At last she appeared at the door and I signaled her over. When she reached me, I asked in a low voice:
“Can I kiss you without any surprises?”
“Relax, he finished outside,” she said with a laugh. “But give me a good kiss, so people don’t think we’re siblings.”
I took her by the nape and kissed her. Her breath betrayed what she’d been doing, but at least there was no trace of anything else.
I discreetly pointed out the couple. She thought they looked clean and attractive, so she wasted no time: she took me by the arm and we went straight to their table.
“Hi, I’m Marisa and this is my husband, Rubén. Do you come here often?”
“Nice to meet you,” she answered. “I’m Noelia and he’s Hugo. This is our third time here. We’re getting into it; you meet interesting people.”
To break the ice, we invited them for a round. Noelia worked as a psychologist and Hugo as a lawyer, though I changed those details in my head almost without thinking. The subject turned to preferences, and Hugo openly admitted he was bisexual.
“You won’t mind if I lick your balls while you ride my wife, will you?” he asked me bluntly.
“Not at all,” I said. “It turns me on when someone plays with my perineum and balls while I’m fucking. And if it’s the husband who’s willing to do it, even better.”
The four of us laughed.
***
We decided to dance for a while: Hugo with my wife and me with Noelia. She ground herself against me shamelessly, groped my cock, and nibbled at my ears.
“I’m dying to take you home and fuck you hard,” she whispered. “You’re really well preserved for your age and you’re getting me so hot.”
I bit back at her neck and told her dirty things to fire her up even more. Out of the corner of my eye I watched Marisa and Hugo. He was palming her ass while kissing her; she was stroking his back under his shirt, and since the fabric was transparent, you could see without any filter as her hand traveled every inch.
After nearly an hour of groping each other on the dance floor, we went back to the table for another round, this time on them. After a while, Noelia and Hugo invited us to their house. We gladly accepted, said goodbye to a couple of acquaintances from the night, and went to the lobby to collect our coats. They gave us their phone number and address in case we lost the car on the road.
When the valet brought us the car, he winked at Marisa and subtly handed her a crumpled note. Once inside, she unfolded it and read it aloud: “Take my number. Call me whenever you want; you’ve left me wanting more.” We laughed, she tore it up, and tossed it out the window.
We were following Noelia and Hugo’s car. Suddenly they put on their indicator and pulled over to the shoulder. Noelia got out and came up to our window.
“What if I go with Rubén and you, Marisa, go with my husband? That way we can warm up on the way.”
It seemed like a good idea to us. Marisa switched to the other car and Noelia took her seat. As soon as we pulled off, she put her hand between my legs.
“I want to eat this before we get home,” she said. “I want you to come in my mouth so that when we arrive you’re more relaxed and can last longer while you ride me. What do you think?”
“Works for me,” I answered. “You do your thing. I bet Marisa is doing the same to your husband.”
“Knowing Hugo, by now he’s probably throat-fucking your wife,” she laughed. “He always leaves my palate sore.”
All that conversation had me rock-hard. Noelia freed me with her own hands and started with the glans, where she focused for a good while: licking, sucking, and nibbling carefully. Every so often she took all of it in, all the way to the root, and when she pulled it out she left it shining with spit. She had an expert mouth, unhurried, the kind that enjoys it just as much as the one getting sucked.
“Your wife looks like a wild one,” she commented between licks. “I’m sure she’s doing the same to Hugo.”
“No doubt,” I told her. “Take it out on me. Finish what you started.”
***
The interior light in the car ahead suddenly came on. Hugo did it on purpose so I’d have a clear view. I saw Marisa sit up, look in the rearview mirror, and start spreading over her face what her lover had left on her, as if it were cream. She knew I was watching and made a show of it, licking her fingers every now and then.
That image pushed me to the limit, and I didn’t take long to come in Noelia’s mouth. With my left hand I held the steering wheel; with my right I grabbed the back of her neck so she would swallow every last bit. She took it all down without spilling a drop.
We arrived at a development of attached houses. The automatic garage door opened and we drove the cars in. When Marisa and Hugo got out, I saw my wife’s face was shining.
“Lick my face and taste yours,” she told Hugo. “Later you’ll also taste my husband’s.”
Hugo obeyed without a word.
“It turns me on thinking that in a moment I’m going to have all of Rubén in my mouth,” he murmured.
“Of course you are,” Marisa shot back. “You’ll eat my husband while he takes care of your wife.”
The four of us burst out laughing. I kissed Noelia and licked her face, looking for the remnants she still had left. I swallowed every bit of it.
***
In the living room, Hugo put on eighties rock as background music and we started taking our clothes off to the rhythm. Noelia was left in only her blue stockings and Marisa in her fishnets, two garments that drove Hugo and me crazy.
Noelia and I got into a sixty-nine, her on top. Marisa, meanwhile, got on all fours on the sofa and Hugo, standing, entered her all the way in three thrusts. From time to time he ran his fingers through her sex, brought them to his mouth, and sucked them with a pleased look, convinced he was tasting her fluids. He had no idea they were from the valet in the parking lot.
“Rubén, look at me fuck your wife,” Hugo taunted me, emboldened, as he drove in brutal thrusts.
Noelia came on my face within minutes: seeing her husband with another woman drove her wild, and my tongue helped. After that, I sat on the sofa and she settled on top of me, facing away, taking me all at once and starting to pump. A few minutes later I felt another tongue playing with my testicles. It couldn’t be Marisa, who was lying on her back masturbating and watching the show. It was Hugo. The guy put real effort into it: he licked the perineum, the balls, and at the same time his wife’s clit from the outside while I stimulated her from within.
Whenever I slid out of Noelia’s body, Hugo would take advantage to suck my glans before guiding me back inside her. I’ll admit that having my lover’s husband as a cocksucker sent my excitement to levels I had never felt before.
Noelia had two orgasms in a row. Then I focused and decided to finish inside her.
“Come inside,” she asked me. “And then give my husband what comes out of me.”
Hugo lay on his back on the floor. When Noelia thought it was all over, she disengaged and squatted over his face. A few seconds later she started dripping, and he collected it all with his tongue while she moved her hips in circles. He left her cunt clean. Then he looked at Marisa and me with a mischievous smile, as if to say, “look how well I’ve got her trained.”
Marisa leaned into my ear.
“That’s how I want you,” she whispered. “It’s not enough for me that you watch. I want you to clean my lovers’ mouths too.”
“Be happy with what we already agreed on,” I answered, and kissed her on the right shoulder, guessing it was one of the few places on her body that night without anyone else’s trace on it.