The Night at the Club When My Wife Didn’t Want to Stop

We had been talking about that night for weeks, in bed, after fucking, when fantasies come out uncensored and everything seems possible. Carla wanted to go to a club. Not one of those discreet hotel ones, but a real one, with themed rooms and people who were up for it. I said yes because the idea turned me on, and because when she bites her lip like she did that night, I’m incapable of denying her anything.

The place was out on the outskirts, in a poorly lit industrial estate. From the outside it was nothing: a metal door and a nameless sign. Inside, it was another story. Dim lights, low music, the smell of expensive perfume mixed with something more animal. Carla was wearing a garter belt, fishnet stockings, and knee-high boots. When she took off her coat at the cloakroom, two men turned their heads at the same time.

—Relax —she whispered in my ear, noticing my tension—. Tonight I’m in charge.

I had no idea how literal that sentence was.

***

She took me by the hand and led me down a corridor to a room with a cage. Inside there was a sex swing, the kind that hangs from the ceiling with straps. We have something similar at home, so it didn’t take us long to settle in. Her on top, me inside her, the swaying setting the rhythm. Hands began to appear through the bars. Hands that caressed her breasts, that brushed her neck, one that even dared to reach for my ass while I thrust.

—God, it’s so hot being touched like this —she panted—. They’re making me even wetter.

—Do you like it? —I asked against the back of her neck.

—I love it. You know that.

And as she said it, she winked at me. Two unknown hands stretched her nipples and she shattered in a loud orgasm that squeezed me from the inside. I was almost about to come, but I pulled out in time. I knelt down and tasted her, licking her slowly while she kept trembling. She grabbed my hair to pull my head away and looked me in the eyes.

—Let’s go to the other corridor. I want to see what’s there.

***

What came next after the cage was a wooden lattice. A wall with holes through which the men on the other side stuck their cocks out, so whoever was on this side could do whatever they wanted with them. Carla looked at me with a smile I already knew, the kind that never means anything good for my peace of mind.

She moved to the first hole. A normal dick, one like mine. She held it to gauge its size and, never taking her eyes off me, knelt down and took the tip in her mouth. She sucked it for a moment, gave it a few tugs with her hand, and moved on to the next. She didn’t even look at that one. We were about to head toward the sofas opposite when, from the last hole, something emerged that made her stop dead in her tracks.

—It’s the one from the entrance —she murmured—. The tall guy.

It was huge. At rest, it was longer than mine when I was hard, and the thickness commanded respect. Carla knelt again and started working it with both hands, weighing it, feeling how it responded. When it began to grow, she opened her mouth and the tip barely fit. She gave herself over to a long, focused blowjob, while muffled groans could be heard from the other side. When she straightened up, her eyes were shining.

—Let’s go inside —she told me in my ear—. I want him to fuck me.

—You want one that big, huh? —I asked, without expecting an answer.

She stood there in her garter belt, stockings, and boots. A picture worth framing. A woman in heat, determined, eager to try something she had been thinking about for a long time. I felt a strange mix of nerves and excitement I had never felt before. But if that’s what she wanted that night, it wasn’t going to be me who took it away from her.

***

We crossed through a curtain into the center of the place and there he was, waiting for us. Naked, still hard, with a couple of condoms in his hand. As tall as I was, strong, a worked body. But what stood out was what hung between his legs.

—Hi. My name’s Adrián —he said, giving Carla two kisses and holding out his hand to me.

—Diego. And this is Carla —I replied, shaking it.

Carla took both of us by the waist and guided us down the hallway of rooms. She went into the first one, the play room: dark walls, a large bed lined in leather, a dim red light that was still enough to see everything. Inside there was already a couple, two older, full-figured people, pleasuring themselves in a corner. They greeted us with a nod and gave us the space.

—The idea is a threesome —I told Adrián, staking my claim—. You start and then we switch around.

—Whatever you want —he replied, calm.

Carla was looking at us with lust spilling out of her eyes. She started kissing me standing up, voraciously, and he took the chance to move behind her and caress her ass. He knelt and buried his face between her buttocks. Carla cut the kiss off sharply.

—He’s eating me out —she panted against my neck—. And he’s good at it. I’m going to come.

She clung to my shoulders and came shaking, leaning on me. I lowered my hand to her clit while he stood up and slipped two fingers into her. He looked at me over her shoulder and smiled, knowing he was in control of the situation. Carla leaned forward, hands on the bed, ass in the air. He added a third finger. He was opening her up, prepping her.

***

I was still working her clit when she let out a cry and came in an exaggerated way. I realized he had almost put his whole hand inside her. When she was done, he pulled his fingers out, rolled on the condom, and I moved in front to offer him my cock. She sucked me deep, as she had only done a few times. Suddenly she stopped, pulled me out of her mouth, and let out a scream that echoed through the whole room.

—God, he’s splitting me in two —she moaned.

Adrián said nothing. He kept thrusting slowly, holding her by the hips so she couldn’t get away. Carla dug her nails into my thigh so hard that I had a bruise the next day. She closed her eyes and had an instant orgasm, just from feeling full. Then she raised her knees onto the bed and stayed on all fours, completely at his disposal.

—You’re in for it —the man in the corner told me with a half-smile—. That one doesn’t get tired. She’ll last until closing.

His woman nodded, agreeing with him.

Carla kept screaming with pleasure. She had stopped sucking me, even though I kept bringing my cock to her over and over. The next orgasm made her rest her head on the leather and lift her ass even higher toward him, as he sank all the way into her. Carla had lost track of everything happening around her. She started rocking, pushing back to impale herself on him. You could hear the slap of her body against his, in time with the moans.

By then I had become nothing more than a spectator. She was surrendered to her own pleasure, and I seemed to have disappeared from the map.

***

They changed positions. Carla lay on her back and, without even looking at me, spread her legs to show him what was waiting for him. Adrián penetrated her again and she moaned with every thrust. They got deeper, more violent every time. The cries rose, the orgasms chained together. Carla lifted her legs, wrapped the sides of his body with her boots, and drove her heels into his ass to pull him tighter against her and get deeper. She was out of her mind.

I decided to go out for a moment to clear my head. The situation was overwhelming me. What we had come there to experience as three had become something else: my wife fucking a stranger who made her scream like I had never heard her scream before, and me playing a bit part. In the role of the willing cuckold, without having asked for it or fully accepted it.

I came back a few minutes later. They were still at it. I climbed onto the bed and, as I got closer, I realized she hadn’t even noticed I had left. That hurt more than I expected.

—Hey. Isn’t that enough already? —I snapped at her.

—Wait until I finish. I don’t want to stop —she answered, pushing me away with her hand.

It tasted bitter as hell. I sat down in a corner of the bed and watched. They changed positions again. This time Carla lay face down and he mounted her from behind. She ended up facing me, looking at me. At some point she noticed the expression on my face, but she didn’t stop. She kept coming, kept lifting her ass, looking for more.

***

They had been at it a good while when he warned us.

—I’m going to come.

—Yes, yes —she panted—. Come on. Give me my reward.

They sped up. Carla started screaming in a way I had never heard before, and he sank all the way in and held still, unloading into the condom. She had one last orgasm that felt endless to me.

—What do you think? Did you have a good time? —I asked her sardonically.

—Very good —she answered, as if nothing strange had happened.

Adrián pulled out of her. The amount he had shot up was obvious in the condom. He showed it to Carla before taking it off.

—This is for you —he told her. And to me:— You’ve got yourself a first-rate woman. Enjoy her.

He gave her two kisses, left us a card with his name and a phone number, and said goodbye.

—If you want to do it again, I’d be delighted —he said before crossing the curtain.

We were left alone on that leather bed, with the red light and the older couple gathering their things in the corner. Carla reached for me with her hand, still breathless, and intertwined her fingers with mine.

—Are you okay? —she asked, finally looking at me properly.

It took me a while to answer. I’m not sure what I am now, I thought. But the truth was that beneath the jealousy and the wounded pride, there was something else. Something that had made me rock hard all night and that I didn’t know how to name.

—Yeah —I said at last—. I’m fine.

And as I said it, I knew we weren’t going to throw that card away.