The Night We Walked Through the Club’s Door

I’m Marcos. I’ve been reading stories on sites like this for years, thinking that what they describe happens to other people, people different from me, with more interesting or more complicated lives. But here I am, writing about what happened a few years ago, because I still think about it sometimes when I least expect to. And whenever I remember, I get hard without fail.

Carmen and I had been together for nine years when we started talking about this seriously. It wasn’t the first time we’d mentioned it. We’d brushed up against the subject in late-night conversations, half joking and half serious, while I fingered her pussy and asked whether she’d like someone else to put his fingers inside her. She would laugh, bite her lip, and tell me not to say such dirty things. But she came harder when I did. That went on until we met Rubén and Nuria.

It happened during a hiking weekend organized by some mutual acquaintances. Two days on the trail, a shared cabin, long dinners with cheap wine, and conversations that went on longer than necessary. Rubén was direct and had a good sense of humor; Nuria had the kind of confidence some women carry as though it were part of their bodies. Before the first night was over, we already knew they led a life we had barely imagined: nude beaches, couples’ clubs, freedom mutually agreed upon between them.

They didn’t say it proudly or as though they wanted to impress us. They told it the way someone talks about work or their summer plans.

Carmen looked at me from across the table and said nothing, but I know that look. It’s the same one she makes when something interests her and she still hasn’t decided whether to admit it. That night, in the cabin’s narrow bunk, I fucked her with my hand over her mouth so the others wouldn’t hear. She came three times in a row and dug her nails into my back.

***

The proposal came on the last day, while we were packing our backpacks. Rubén, with the natural ease that characterized him, said that if we ever wanted to see what the scene was like, they would take us. No pressure, no commitment. Just to see how we felt.

“Think about it,” Nuria said. “It’s not what people imagine.”

On the drive home, Carmen and I didn’t mention it. But that night, with the lights off, she was the one who brought it up.

“What did you think of what they said?”

“Interesting,” I said, without committing to anything yet.

“Me too.”

I slipped my hand beneath her pajamas and found her soaked. I pinched her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, and she let out a long sigh. I whispered in her ear, asking whether she imagined Rubén fucking her, and she took one second too long to answer. I climbed on top of her, drove into her with one thrust, and fucked her while thinking about the same thing she was thinking about. When I came inside her, I filled her pussy with semen and stayed still for a while, feeling it run down her thigh.

And that was how it all began.

***

It took us three weeks to send Rubén a message. When we did, the reply came in less than ten minutes: the following Saturday, a club on the outskirts of town. Total discretion, a friendly atmosphere, no obligation to do anything we didn’t want to do.

We slept badly that entire week. We knew what awaited us on Saturday, and that certainty turned every night into an anticipation of something neither of us dared name aloud. Our nights were more intense than usual. We fucked every day, sometimes twice, imagining situations in low voices, testing boundaries with questions that sounded casual but were anything but. I ate her pussy for an entire hour one Tuesday, until she came four times and pushed my head away because she couldn’t take any more. On Wednesday, she was the one who got down on her knees and sucked my cock while looking me in the eyes, playing with my balls with her tongue, swallowing everything I shot down her throat without spilling a drop. On Friday, the eve of it all, she asked me for the first time in nine years to fuck her ass. I covered it with saliva, spread her cheeks with my thumbs, and slowly worked my cock in until I had buried it all the way. She came biting the pillow.

Carmen has the kind of body that isn’t easily forgotten. She’s not a model, nor does she try to be. She’s more the sort of woman who knows exactly what she has: wide hips, firm breasts without being exaggerated, legs that know how to move, an ass that stays burned into your retinas if you see it once. When she walks down the street, there’s a slight distortion in the space around her. Men slow their pace without realizing it. Women do too, sometimes.

For nine years I had been the only one allowed to look at her that way. The only one who knew how her nipples hardened when she got aroused, the only one who had seen the face she made when she came. The idea of other people seeing her that night, of someone else putting his fingers, tongue, or cock inside her, made me nervous and turned me on at the same time, and I didn’t quite know what to do with that mixture.

***

On Thursday afternoon, I slipped away during my lunch hour and went to a clothing store I’d noticed near work. I didn’t know exactly what I was looking for. Rubén had told me, without going into detail, that couples coming for the first time usually arrived well dressed, but that inside, it was another matter. Some women wore something comfortable, while others wore something more daring.

I found a short black leather dress with a long zipper down the center, running from the neckline to the hem. It was exactly the kind of garment Carmen would never buy for herself. I put it in a bag and didn’t mention it until that very Saturday night.

We got ready slowly. We had dinner beforehand with Rubén and Nuria at a restaurant downtown, at a table with a white tablecloth and real candles. The conversation was strangely normal for the first hour: work, a show we’d watched, the latest news. But beneath it all, something was building with every glass of wine.

Nuria was the one who broke the balance.

“Nervous?” she asked with a smile as she cut into her steak.

“A little,” Carmen admitted.

“Good. The ones who arrive without any nerves are usually the ones who get bored.”

Nuria leaned slightly forward and lowered her voice.

“The first time, you’ll get soaked just from seeing what’s inside. It’s normal.”

Carmen turned red to the tips of her ears and crossed her legs beneath the table. I felt her pressing against my trousers underneath. Rubén looked at me with a conspiratorial smile, as if to say he’d already been through it.

The wine did the rest. Before ordering dessert, Carmen and I looked into each other’s eyes for a second longer than usual and silently sealed the agreement we had already had for days: that night we were partners in crime, and whatever happened would not be cause for reproach the next day.

***

We arrived at the club around midnight. There was no sign outside identifying it. Just a discreet door on a quiet street and an intercom. We rang, and a woman of about forty opened the door. She was dressed in a gray business suit and carried herself with a poise that couldn’t be improvised.

The inside was the opposite of what I’d imagined. No red lights or cheap-movie atmosphere. Modern décor, broad sofas, warm light that was still bright enough to see people’s faces. A bar at one end, soft music that didn’t force anyone to shout. Couples were having drinks and chatting, with the same carefree attitude you might find in any hotel bar. Except that on a sofa ten yards from the entrance, a woman was sitting astride a man, slowly moving her hips, breasts bare and head thrown back. No one looked at her with shock. A couple of guys at the next table watched her with interest, nothing more.

They gave us keys and pointed us toward the changing rooms.

“The usual thing here,” Nuria explained as we walked that way, “is to change or take off your street clothes. Everyone decides how much.”

She took off her dress without the slightest embarrassment, stood there in a thong, pulled that down to her ankles too, and kicked it aside. She put on a patterned sarong that covered her hips but left her tits bare—large tits, with dark nipples already hard from the cool air in the changing room. She kept talking as if nothing had happened. Rubén stayed in his boxers and leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, waiting. His cock showed through the fabric: it wasn’t small.

Carmen looked at me. There was something in her expression that wasn’t exactly fear, but wasn’t merely curiosity either. It was something on the boundary between the two.

“Wait,” I said, and took out the bag.

When she saw the black dress, she blinked.

“You bought that?”

“This week.”

She took it in her hands, looked at the front and the back, and said nothing for three seconds. Then she turned around, handed it to me, and asked me to unzip the dress she was wearing. I did it slowly, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my fingers. When the dress fell to the floor, Carmen stood completely naked for a moment in that brightly lit room, wearing only a pair of black lace panties, which she took off herself without hurrying, bending forward to pull them down over her ankles. Her ass pointed straight at Rubén. She made no effort to cover herself. I saw the lips of her pussy gleaming with moisture between her thighs.

Rubén had his back turned, pretending to check his phone, but I saw him turn his head by more than half an inch. His jaw tightened. His cock shifted inside his boxers.

Carmen picked up the black dress, slipped it over her shoulders, and I pulled the zipper only halfway up, leaving the tops of her breasts exposed. I whispered in her ear, asking whether she wanted to put her panties back on, and she said no—what for? The leather hugged her figure with a precision that made it almost impossible not to stare. Her tits pressed against the fabric, her nipples outlined against the leather, her waist falling exactly where it was meant to, and the skirt barely reached far enough: if she bent over, everything would show.

“How do I look?” she asked.

I didn’t answer right away, because the answer required a moment.

“Like they made it for you,” I said at last. “You look ready to be fucked right now.”

She looked at me with shining eyes and smiled crookedly.

Nuria looked her up and down with an open smile.

“Oh, God,” she said. “Rubén, don’t look.”

Rubén looked. The bulge in his boxers became even more pronounced. Nuria laughed and slapped him on the chest.

“We’re going to have our work cut out for us tonight,” she said. “Both of us.”

And she looked at me when she said it, leaving me in no doubt that she meant me too.

***

We left the changing room and returned to the main lounge. Rubén and Nuria walked ahead. I walked beside Carmen and could tell that something in her had changed since she put on that dress. She walked differently. Not exactly with more confidence, but with more presence, as though she had decided to occupy the space that belonged to her. Every step lifted the back of her dress a little, and I knew she was wearing nothing underneath, and I knew she knew that I knew, and that complicity had kept me hard inside my trousers since before we sat down.

We sat on a corner sofa and ordered drinks. The atmosphere was relaxed, with no sense of urgency. Some couples caressed each other with a naturalness that seemed strange at first and stopped seeming strange after ten minutes. Two sofas away, a blonde was calmly sucking her partner’s cock while he talked to another man at the bar. Nobody looked at anyone with disapproval. It was a place where the rules from outside didn’t apply.

Nuria sat beside me and put her hand on my thigh. She started high, near my knee, and moved upward while talking about nothing in particular. When her hand found my cock through my trousers, she squeezed it firmly and looked me in the eyes.

“Well,” she said. “You weren’t lying about the size.”

I hadn’t told her anything about its size. She was making it up to see my reaction. On the other side of the sofa, Rubén had run a hand over the back of Carmen’s neck and was speaking very close to her ear. Her legs were slightly apart and her eyes half closed. I saw Rubén’s hand move down, brush her breast over the leather, and then slip beneath the hem of her dress. Carmen bit her lip and looked for me. I didn’t look away. Rubén slid his fingers inside her, and she let out a small moan that was lost in the music. She looked at me while another man did that to her, and I held her gaze so she would know that nothing between us had broken, that this was all right.

At the back was a darker area that some people headed toward without hurrying. Corridors with doors that had no locks. What was inside wasn’t hidden: if a door stood ajar, it was because the people inside wanted it that way.

“Want to see the rest?” Rubén asked, pulling his fingers out of Carmen and bringing them to his lips without stopping his gaze from hers.

Carmen looked at him, then at me.

“Yes,” she said. “Now.”

Rubén offered her his arm. Carmen smiled and took it. Nuria moved closer to me and rested her hand lightly on my forearm, which was, in itself, a question.

The four of us went farther into the back of the club.

***

At the first room with the door ajar, Rubén stopped. Inside, a couple watched them without saying anything. It was the kind of silent invitation that would have seemed ambiguous in any other context, but there it had only one possible meaning.

Carmen turned toward me. I put my hand on her waist, over the leather of her dress.

“Do you want to go in?” I asked softly.

She didn’t answer with words. She pushed the door open and went inside.

The room had a large, low bed and a couple of armchairs. We closed the door, but not completely. Rubén wasted no time: he pressed Carmen against the wall, held her face in one hand, and kissed her deeply, with tongue. She returned the kiss with the same intensity, and with his other hand he unzipped her dress down to her navel, leaving her breasts bare. He caught one nipple in his mouth, and Carmen threw her head back and moaned, no longer trying to control herself.

Nuria led me to the armchair, knelt between my legs, and pulled my cock out of my trousers with a veteran’s efficiency. She looked me in the eyes, ran her tongue over her lips, and took it all the way down her throat. A growl escaped me. She sucked with both hands at the base and a suction that knew exactly how much force to use. She looked up to see my face, and also to watch Carmen across the room, without making any effort to hide it.

Rubén had made her kneel. He had taken out his cock, and Carmen looked at it for a second, wrapped her hand around it, licked it first from his balls to the tip, and then swallowed it whole with a hunger I had seen from her only a few times. When I closed my eyes for a moment from the pleasure, I opened them again and she was looking at me while she had another man’s cock in her mouth. She didn’t apologize with her eyes. On the contrary. She was almost laughing.

The couple at the other end of the room had started fucking in their own armchair, without joining us, watching. The man had his woman on all fours and was penetrating her slowly, never taking his eyes off Carmen sucking Rubén.

Rubén lay Carmen on her back on the bed and lifted her dress to her waist. He spread her legs with his knees and buried himself between her thighs, face first. Carmen let out a short cry when his tongue touched her clitoris, and a longer one when he began eating her in earnest. Her back arched. She buried her fingers in Rubén’s hair and pushed his head against her pussy. I watched her while Nuria kept sucking me, and that image—my wife lying there with her mouth open and her legs spread while another guy ate her—took me to the edge within seconds. I pulled Nuria’s head away before I came.

“Not yet,” I told her.

She smiled and stood up. She let her sarong fall, climbed onto the armchair astride me, and slowly lowered herself onto my cock. She was soaked. She swallowed the first few inches with a low moan, adjusted herself, and then sat down all the way. Her tits were level with my face, and I caught one nipple between my teeth. She began riding me with her hands braced against the backrest, moving up and down at a rhythm that already knew exactly how fast to go.

On the bed, Rubén lifted his head from Carmen’s pussy, his mouth shining, and knelt between her legs. He showed her his cock and asked whether she was sure. Carmen nodded, brought one hand to her pussy, and opened herself with two fingers. Rubén eased himself in slowly, inch by inch, and Carmen let out a long, long gasp as she felt another man filling her for the first time in nine years. When he was fully inside her, he stayed still for a second. Then he began to move. Slowly at first, and then with longer, deeper thrusts. The bed creaked. Carmen moaned louder and louder, clutching the sheets, her tits bouncing with every stroke.

Nuria rode me with her eyes closed, grinding herself against me, tightening her pussy with every downward motion as if she wanted to squeeze me dry. I reached out and grabbed one of her ass cheeks hard. With the other hand, I found her clitoris with my thumb. She began trembling almost immediately and came on my cock, letting out a string of whispered curses.

What followed lasted more than an hour. There were moments when I lost myself in Nuria’s eyes—she knew exactly what she was doing and did it well—and moments when I could only look at Carmen, across the same room, completely another person and exactly the same one at the same time. At some point we switched. Nuria got off me, moved to the bed, and knelt beside Carmen. Rubén pulled out of my wife’s pussy with a wet sound and moved aside. I got up from the armchair and walked over. I knelt between Carmen’s open legs and looked into her eyes.

“Put it in me,” she said. “Put it in me now.”

I drove into her in one thrust, all the way to the hilt. She was so open and so wet that I buried myself inside her without resistance, and she let out a guttural moan that went through me. I began fucking her mercilessly, gripping her hips, watching her tits move with every stroke. Beside us, Rubén had lain on his back and Nuria had climbed on top of him, riding him with her hands on his chest. All four of us on the same bed, two couples crossed together.

Carmen looked into my eyes while I fucked her and said, so softly that only I could hear her:

“Come inside me. I’m coming too.”

I sped up. She arched her back, threw her head back, and began trembling all over. I felt her pussy closing in spasms around my cock. I held out for two more thrusts and emptied myself inside her with a long groan, pulling her against me, feeling every wave shake my spine.

Rubén was careful with her. Slow. I appreciated it without telling him. When it was his turn again later, he put her facedown, lifted her hips, and eased himself into her carefully, letting her set the pace. Carmen pushed back when she wanted to, and he followed her without rushing. He came across her back, not inside her, and slowly spread it over her skin with his fingers.

There was a moment when Carmen and I found each other at the center of it all, back with each other, and something about that reunion had an intensity I had never felt before. I kissed her with my mouth open, tasting another man on her, and she kissed me, tasting another woman on me, and it didn’t break anything. Quite the opposite. As if returning to each other were something new too. As if the distance we had traveled that night had given what we always had a different value.

***

We left the club after three. The street air smelled different after so long inside.

In the car, Carmen rested her head against the window and closed her eyes. She wasn’t asleep. I knew her well enough to tell the difference.

“How are you?” I asked when we pulled away.

“Fine,” she said without opening her eyes. “Very fine, actually.”

I believed her. The way she said it left no room for any other interpretation.

“Would you do it again?” I asked.

She opened her eyes and looked at me for a second. She lifted the skirt of her dress slightly and ran two fingers over her pussy, still full of my semen and traces of the other man’s. She brought them to her mouth and sucked them slowly without taking her eyes off me.

“I’ll tell you tomorrow,” she said. “Let me sleep first.”

But in the way she said it, in that half smile she didn’t try to hide, the answer was already there. We both knew it.