What We Did After the Cabaret

The idea was simple: end the last night of the trip with a fun dinner and get back to the hotel early. After an entire afternoon walking through old streets, hidden lookout points, and tiny bars, we were tired, a little drunk, and carried along by that light euphoria a new city leaves you with when you feel it still has something in store for you.

There were four of us that night. My wife, whom I'll call Lara, and me; and the couple we'd met during the trip, Nico and Vera. The fifth member of the group, a friend of theirs who lived in the adjoining apartment, had gone off on his own and left us free to improvise.

The place they'd chosen for dinner was a small cabaret, with cramped tables, red lights, and a stage so close you could almost touch the dancers' sequins. We'd never been anywhere like it. At first it made us laugh, then it made us curious, and afterward came that uncomfortable, exciting feeling of knowing they might point you out at any moment.

They pointed us out.

One of the performers came down from the stage, moving between the tables with brazen confidence. She looked at Nico and me, saw our partners doubled over with laughter as they pointed at us, and there was no escape anymore.

—We're lucky tonight —she said, microphone in hand—. Not one, but two volunteers. Come on, handsome.

We went up amid applause, dying of embarrassment and pretending to have far more confidence than we actually did. They made us sit on two chairs in the center of the stage while the cabaret dancer circled us with a crooked smile.

—Are you two a couple?

—Not at all —I replied, pointing toward our table—. Our partners are the ones laughing as if they hated us.

The room erupted in laughter, and the routine continued along those lines. Risqué songs, dancers brushing against us as they passed, breasts against our faces, thighs over our legs, hands that stopped just short of touching but nearly did. Everything had been arranged to get us hard in front of half the club, and it worked.

When one of them straightened up with exaggerated surprise and made some comment about how obvious our erections were, the audience collapsed in laughter. I laughed too, but my cock was hard against my trousers, and everyone knew it.

When we got off the stage, Lara grabbed my package without a trace of shame, in front of Vera and Nico, and said loudly:

—At least they've gotten you ready.

We laughed again, but the comment lodged itself in me. There was something different in the way she looked at me. It wasn't just mockery; it was hunger.

When the show ended, we went out into the street still worked up, with another couple of drinks in our hands and the cool air hitting our faces. We kept joking, commenting on the show, exaggerating our embarrassment. Vera wouldn't stop saying that everything showed through our clothes. Nico admitted, without much shame, that the show had gotten him incredibly turned on. I told him it had done the same to me.

We were alone for a few minutes while the women went to the bathroom. Nico looked at me sideways, testing the waters.

—If you don't want the night to end, we can keep it going at home.

—I'm in —I said, too quickly—. And I'm sure Lara will like it too.

When they came back, we didn't even have to suggest it. Lara said, amused:

—Are we continuing the night at their apartment or what?

We burst out laughing because Nico had just said exactly the same thing to me.

They lived a few streets away. The place was a spacious penthouse, with the kitchen and living room joined together, a sloping ceiling, and a short hallway leading to two bedrooms. There was another open door connecting to the small apartment belonging to the friend who hadn't gone out with us. Vera mentioned it as if it were nothing important. By that point, I was more focused on the way Lara's dress clung to her ass as she walked ahead of me.

Once inside, everything became dangerously intimate very quickly.

Vera took Lara into the bedroom to find her some comfortable clothes. Nico handed me a beer and lent me a T-shirt and a pair of shorts. When we returned to the living room and dropped onto the sofa, we were still making jokes. But as soon as the women came out of the bedroom, a silence descended, one of those silences you feel in your groin.

They were both wearing short, tight pajamas, far too thin to pretend innocence. Vera's was light-colored, clinging to her ass and with a deep neckline. Lara's was darker, with spaghetti straps, even tighter because it was slightly too small for her. Both their nipples were already showing through the fabric.

—Fuck —Nico murmured—. In those, they might as well have come out naked.

They laughed and sat across from us with their beers in hand. The conversation didn't last long. Vera draped an arm over Lara's shoulders and pulled her close with complete naturalness. Lara let her, resting her head on Vera's shoulder. Vera's hand first settled at her cleavage, slowly caressing the edge of one breast over the fabric.

I watched without trying to hide it.

Lara opened her legs a little wider in the armchair. Vera slid her fingers beneath the shirt, no longer pretending anything, and began playing with her nipple. Lara let out a short sigh and, in response, placed her hand on Vera's thigh, slowly moving it up the inside. The fabric of the shorts shifted just enough to reveal skin and wetness.

—Don't look at me like that —Vera said, without stopping touching her—. You two were asking for trouble from the moment you left the cabaret.

Nico shifted closer beside me. My cock was hard again, trapped beneath my shorts. He noticed; it was impossible not to. As the women began kissing, he rested his palm on my thigh and slid it upward until he grasped me through the fabric. He didn't do it abruptly. He was slow, leaving me room to push him away if I wanted.

I didn't push him away.

His hand began rubbing me firmly, feeling me grow even harder. I turned my head toward him. He was staring straight at me, serious, breathing a little heavily. He slipped his hand inside my shorts and pulled out my cock, already fully hard. Air brushed my glans and a shiver ran down my spine.

—If it bothers you, tell me —he murmured.

Instead of answering, I looked down toward his crotch. He understood. He took my wrist and guided it to his bulge. He was hard as well. I lowered his shorts just enough and pulled out his cock. It was the first time I'd touched one other than my own, and the sensation went through me all at once: hot, heavy, alive in my hand.

I pulled back his foreskin with my thumb and brushed his wet glans. Nico exhaled through his nose and closed his eyes for a second. When he opened them, he was still looking at me in exactly the same way.

In front of us, Lara and Vera were already devouring each other's mouths for real. No playful little kisses. Tongues, saliva, hands inside their clothes. Vera had one hand between Lara's legs and the other on a breast. Lara pushed Vera's shorts aside and began fingering her pussy while biting her neck.

—That's it, fuck... —I heard Vera say.

My cock jerked in Nico's hand.

He stood up without warning, pulled off his clothes, and stood naked in front of me. Then he knelt between my legs. I felt a moment of vertigo, but not rejection; pure anticipation. He held the base of my cock and calmly ran his tongue over my glans, as if tasting me. My legs went weak.

He licked me again, more slowly this time, moving down the shaft to my balls. He sucked them one by one before coming back up and swallowing my cock whole in a single movement. He took it all the way in, keeping his eyes fixed on mine the entire time, and that's when I realized there was no going back.

—Fuck —escaped me as I grabbed his hair.

The women had gotten to their feet. They were still kissing while fondling each other's breasts and touching each other without the slightest inhibition. Lara had pulled one of Vera's breasts free and was eagerly licking her nipple. Vera, legs spread, rubbed Lara's pussy through her shorts, making my wife moan with her mouth occupied.

I stood for a moment, pulling my cock from Nico's mouth, and went over to them. I grabbed them both by the ass. I pushed my face between their mouths to kiss Lara first and then Vera, mixing saliva, perfume, and beer breath. Nico came up behind me, and the four of us ended up tangled together, kissing without knowing anymore whose tongue belonged to whom.

I slipped my hands between both women's buttocks, squeezing and spreading them. I felt a hand wrap around my cock from behind. It was Nico again, stroking me while I lowered my mouth to Vera's cleavage. I sucked one hard nipple, then the other, and she pulled my hair.

Lara dropped to her knees beside Nico, and together they began sharing my cock. One sucked it while the other licked my balls; then they switched. Seeing my wife with her mouth open over my dick, beside another man doing the same without the slightest shame, turned me on like few things ever had.

I felt Lara's tongue slide farther back, between my buttocks. She spread me with her fingers and put her tongue in my ass while Nico kept sucking me. The groan that came out of me was hoarse and involuntary. I didn't know whether it was from surprise or pleasure. Maybe both.

Vera turned around and knelt behind Nico. She spread his buttocks and began licking his ass from behind while stroking his cock with one hand. His whole body trembled. I was still standing, letting them do whatever they wanted, with my cock swollen in his mouth and Lara's tongue pressing where no one had ever touched me like that before.

She stood up and whispered in my ear:

—You're enjoying this, aren't you? Tonight you're really going to try everything.

She led me to the sofa and made me sit down. Nico understood before I did. He turned his back to me, gripped my shoulders, and began lowering himself onto my cock, guiding it with his hand toward his ass. The first contact left me breathless. I felt the tight ring resist, slowly give way, and then swallow my glans with hot, brutal pressure.

—Slowly —I murmured, more from shock than fear.

—Like that —he said, lowering himself a little farther—. Don't stop.

When he had taken me halfway in, he went still for a second, breathing deeply. The women knelt in front of us. Vera began sucking Nico's cock while Lara spread my legs wider so she could lick my balls and the base of my cock. He lowered himself again, very slowly, until he was sitting completely on my dick.

I felt him squeezing me all the way inside. Hot, wet, tight. Then he began to move. First in short circles, getting used to it himself and giving me time to get used to it too. Then up and down, pulling almost all the way off and driving himself back down to the hilt. Every thrust sent a sharp burst of pleasure through my stomach.

Lara climbed sideways onto the sofa, opening her pussy at face level. I didn't hesitate. I pulled aside the soaked fabric and plunged my tongue between her lips. She tasted of arousal and her own moans. While Nico rode me, I ate my wife's pussy, sucking her clitoris, fucking her with my tongue, hearing her pant above my mouth.

Vera kept sucking Nico from below, swallowing him at times while I fucked him from behind. Watching that double act drove me crazy. Lara also reached down and began caressing Nico's balls while I worked my tongue over her. The sofa creaked, all four of us breathed like animals, and nothing remained of the laughter from the cabaret: only need.

Lara came first. She squeezed my head between her thighs and left my face soaked as she shook, spitting out broken curses. As soon as she moved away, Vera took her place and rubbed her pussy over my mouth with more direct urgency. I licked her clitoris hard and felt her tremble as soon as Nico quickened his rhythm on top of me.

I was on the edge. Nico's ass kept swallowing me again and again, Vera's nails dug into my shoulder, and Lara's voice at my ear told me not to hold back. I gripped Nico's waist and began thrusting upward. He answered with harder, dirtier thrusts, dropping himself heavily onto my cock.

—Come inside me —he said, panting—. Fuck, yes, inside.

I didn't last much longer. I came buried to the hilt in his ass, with a convulsion that left me seeing white for a second. Nico kept moving for several more pumps, milking my orgasm, while Vera swallowed his cock and Lara sucked one of his nipples. In the end he came too, spilling into Vera's mouth with a deep moan that almost sounded like a growl.

We collapsed in a heap on the sofa, sweaty and laughing again, but now from somewhere else. Something had happened that none of us had truly planned, and yet no one seemed interested in pretending to be surprised.

—Fuck —Vera said, still breathless—. Now that was continuing the night.

Lara looked at me, waiting for a reaction, perhaps an explanation. I said nothing. I leaned toward Nico, who was still naked beside me, and grabbed his cock again. It was half-soft, shiny, sensitive. I ran my tongue over the tip and felt it come alive again immediately between my lips.

—Well, look at that —Lara laughed—. I see you liked it.

—Quite a lot —I admitted, without taking my mouth away.

That was enough to set off another round.

Lara gently moved me aside and began sucking me while I kept sucking Nico. Vera lay on her back, spread her legs, and beckoned Lara with her fingers. Within seconds my wife had her face buried between Vera's thighs, hungrily licking her pussy while I had Nico moaning in my mouth.

When I was fully hard again, Lara lay on her back on the rug and had me get on top of her, but facing the other way: I lowered myself to eat her pussy while she swallowed my cock. My face was between her legs and my cock was buried in her throat; the pleasure hit me from both sides at once and nearly made me lose control.

Then I felt that tongue in my ass again. It was Vera, kneeling behind me, licking me slowly and devotedly. Between strokes she put Nico's cock in her mouth—he had positioned himself beside us—and then returned to me. One of her hands began spreading me and inserting a finger, then two, well lubricated with saliva.

I didn't pull away. On the contrary, I spread my legs wider.

Nico positioned himself behind me. I felt the tip at my entrance while I kept eating Lara's pussy and she sucked me so deeply it made me dizzy. He pushed just slightly. It burned a little, enough to make me hold my breath. He stayed still until I relaxed.

—Relax —he told me—. You're almost there.

He pushed again. The glans went all the way in, and the sting turned into a dense, full pressure. Vera continued stroking around me, kissing my buttocks, helping him get through. When Nico finally got all the way inside me, I had to rest my forehead against Lara's stomach so I wouldn't fall apart.

Then he began to move.

Every thrust shook my body forward while Lara's mouth moved up and down my cock. I didn't stop licking her pussy, sucking her clitoris, thrusting my tongue in short waves every time Nico gave me a harder one. Vera moved beneath Lara to lick her ass and pussy from below, so my wife began moaning with almost obscene desperation, trapped between my mouth and hers.

The scene was madness: Nico penetrating me, Lara sucking me, me licking Lara's pussy while Vera ate her too. Sweat, moans, saliva, the wet sound of the thrusts, and the rug scratching my knees. Everything was too real to be fantasy.

I couldn't hold out for long. I felt the orgasm rise from my ass toward my cock, like a current more intense than any ordinary ejaculation. I came in Lara's mouth, filling it, while Nico kept pumping into me without mercy. She swallowed almost all of it and raised her head only to look at me, the corner of her mouth stained and wearing an obscene smile.

Nico came seconds later, buried to the hilt, squeezing my waist so hard he was going to leave marks. He stayed there for a moment, breathing against my back, before slowly pulling out.

Lara kissed me as soon as I was able to lift myself up. She still tasted of my own cum mixed with beer and sex. I kissed her back without thinking. There was no point pretending to be shy anymore.

We ended up sprawled across the floor and sofa, passing around glasses of water and then another beer. No one fell into awkward silences or asked uncomfortable questions. Quite the opposite. Vera burst out laughing and said she'd always suspected that beneath my calm exterior I was hiding a desire to let myself go. Lara admitted that she hadn't expected to see me with another man either, but watching her with another woman had driven her just as crazy.

—As long as we don't stop looking at each other like this —she said, stroking my chest—, nothing changes for me.

The night didn't quite end there. When we finally went to the guest bedroom, we took a long shower and got into bed still smelling of soap and recent sex. Lara curled up against me and asked quietly if I was all right.

I told her the truth: yes, I was surprised, but I was very good.

—And did you like it? —she insisted.

—Yes —I replied—. And seeing you with her too.

She smiled in the darkness. She took hold of my cock, which was already beginning to harden again between her fingers, and guided it toward her wet pussy. The tip slipped in just a little, and we both exhaled at the same time.

—Then the important thing hasn't changed —she murmured.

I penetrated her slowly, looking at her up close, without hurry, as if after all that madness we needed to recognize ourselves again in something that belonged to us. I kissed her as I sank into her, and she answered by spreading her legs wider, squeezing me with her thighs. It wasn't a wild scene like the one in the living room; it was intimate, but just as explicit, just as hot. I sucked one of her nipples while moving in and out, hearing the wet sound of her pussy swallowing me.

—Harder —she asked, biting my lip.

I did as she asked. I began fucking her with longer thrusts, gripping one breast with one hand and lifting one of her legs with the other. Lara arched beneath me, digging her nails into my back, and came, squeezing me suddenly. I followed her almost immediately, emptying myself inside her while we kept kissing.

We fell asleep wrapped around each other, exhausted and still incredulous.

In the morning I went out early to buy bread and coffee for everyone. On my way back to the building, I ran into the friend who lived in the adjoining apartment, just returning from his own night out. When he saw me with the bags, he smiled with the kind of smile that was already imagining too much.

—Don't tell me something happened and you didn't even call me.

—It just happened —I replied, laughing—. Let's put it that way.

Upstairs, I found Lara and Vera in the kitchen, disheveled, making coffee as if nothing had happened. Nico appeared shortly afterward, and we sat down to breakfast amid jokes, dark circles under our eyes, and glances far too charged to be innocent. We commented on how tired we were, the cabaret, how little we'd slept. No one gave too many details in front of the other guy, but there was no need.

When we said goodbye, we promised to keep in touch. We all said it, but I knew it wasn't a polite phrase. Some nights remain anecdotes. Others open a door in your mind and body, and it never closes again.

This was one of those.