My Wife’s Show Ended in a No-Constraints Orgy

Viktor’s call took us by surprise. We had crossed paths with him months earlier, the time Carla got a bee in her bonnet about seeing his club, and apparently he hadn’t forgotten her. He said he had some special clients, and when he heard we were nearby, he didn’t wait even a minute to invite us to dinner so he could explain it to us in person.

—If it isn’t far for you, come tomorrow at seven —he insisted—. We’ll have a quiet dinner and you can decide.

The next day we were at the door of his place, still closed to the public. Viktor greeted us with a long hug, too long in my wife’s case, and took us to the office on the first floor. From there, through a window, the entire room could be seen without anyone being able to see us. He had ordered dinner from one of the best restaurants in the area, he said, so he could keep an eye on the business without moving.

***

I’ll take it from here, Carla. While an attentive waiter served us, Viktor got straight to the point. A group of businessmen had asked him for three mature women, willing to do anything and with no inhibitions, for a private night in an isolated villa.

—I thought of you first —he told me, looking at me over his glass—. I already have the other two lined up. There are six men, three will come with their partners. During that night you’d be theirs, they could do whatever they wanted to you, them and their women. They pay very well.

When he said the figure, Diego and I froze. We looked at each other in silence. It took me a few minutes, but I agreed.

—Perfect, let’s toast —Viktor said, delighted.

He ordered a bottle of champagne and two girls by name, and invited us to move to the sofas facing the glass. I sat between the two men, talking about summer while we watched one of the acts unfolding below. There was a knock at the door and two beautiful women came in with the bottle: Lena, blonde and from Latvia, and Yasmina, dark-haired and Tunisian. Both wore tiny lingerie sets that hinted at everything. They greeted us with a kiss on the mouth, poured the drinks, and we toasted to the arrangement.

Soon the two of them were surrounding Diego and Viktor came over to me.

—Would you be up for going downstairs and doing one of your numbers for my clients?

—I’m not even dressed for it —I replied.

But he knew how to read me. Putting myself on display drives me wild, and just the proposal made something between my legs react instantly. Viktor noticed.

—They’ll get you ready downstairs and I have a surprise for you. They’re waiting for you. Go.

He kissed me again and slid his hand under my skirt before letting me go.

***

I’m Diego. I was so entertained with Lena and Yasmina that I had stopped paying attention to my wife. When I looked again, Viktor had his tongue in Carla’s mouth, his hand under her skirt. She stood up and left the lounge.

—Where’s she going? —I asked.

—Wait a bit and you’ll see. Meanwhile, don’t let the waiting get too long for you.

Yasmina soon settled onto my lap. Her mouth found mine while my hands roamed over her bare ass, with the thong string lost between her cheeks. Lena took care of Viktor; in a moment both were naked, her stroking him, him biting her nipples. We downed the first bottle in a flash, and by the time the second was being opened, Yasmina had already pulled my trousers down and was working me with her mouth, salivating me and helping herself with her hand in a rhythm that clouded my head.

Suddenly the room lights went out.

—The show is starting —Viktor announced—. And what a show.

From the back of the stage out came my wife, walking in an insinuating way, dressed —if you can call it that— in a red outfit of thin straps: two bows over her nipples and another scant strip that barely covered her pussy. She was leading by a chain a huge man, tall and muscular, wearing a red jockstrap that didn’t hide much. They walked around the stage, where there was only a black Chesterfield sofa.

Through the speakers we could hear the audience’s comments in several languages, each one filthier than the last. Carla positioned the man facing the room and started grinding against him, leaving her ass on show. She came up slowly, leaned forward, rubbed her hips against his groin while her hands moved up to her breasts. As she did, the bows came undone and her breasts were completely exposed. I know my wife: she loves showing off, and hearing all that turns her on. I was sure she was already soaked.

***

I’m Carla again. When I went downstairs to the dressing rooms I found the manager, the same one as last time.

—Viktor has asked me for something out of the ordinary. Tonight we’re going all out thanks to you. Put this on and I’ll introduce you to your partner. His name is Malik.

What a specimen. Malik was a monument of a man: big, almost two meters tall, with a calm smile.

—Nice to meet you, Carla. I’ve heard about you —he said, and gave me two kisses that left me dazed—. You set the pace. We do whatever you want.

I changed clothes thinking about what we were about to put on. When I came out, he was there facing me, almost naked, with a leash around his neck that he handed to me.

—Don’t pull too hard —he asked, smiling.

We went out amid whistles and applause. I put him in the center and started moving to the music. He stroked me, turned me toward the audience, bent me over, pushing my ass against his body. The bows popped off and my nipples were left bare in front of the whole room. I didn’t break contact with his body; I could feel his cock brushing me. Then powerful hands straightened me up and took hold of my breasts.

The room has gone silent.

Malik’s hands traveled over my body, gentle, until they brushed the tiny thong strap. I turned and ended up pressed against him; his fingers slid to my back, to my ass, moved the fabric aside and my pussy was left on display. The whistles grew louder. This was getting out of hand, and I wasn’t going to hold back. My hand went to his waist, tugged at his thong and revealed something gigantic. I couldn’t believe it. I pulled to rip it off him.

He lifted me as if I weighed nothing. His mouth devoured mine while he held me in the air with one hand; with the other he ripped off my thong, turned me toward the room and spread my legs, splayed open in front of everyone. People were clapping, whistling, shouting obscene things. And that exposure made me lose the last trace of modesty. No armor, no shame, completely open in the arms of an irresistible man.

***

I’m Diego. My wife’s number had turned the room upside down. The crowd was beside itself and she was completely giving herself over, lying on the sofa with her legs open while Malik caressed her pussy and brought his cock to her mouth.

That caused an earthquake in the office too. The four of us were staring at the glass without blinking. Viktor was fucking Lena on all fours, alternating between her two holes, never taking his eyes off the scene. I, after licking Yasmina thoroughly, had propped her against the glass and was fucking her from behind, squeezing her breasts without taking my eyes off the stage.

Down below, several men were masturbating as they watched Carla, seeing how she took hold of Malik’s cock and tried to get it into her mouth, licking it from top to bottom, her other hand gripping his ass. The comments were getting filthier: “put it all the way in,” “we want to see her fucked properly.” That turned me on even more.

I looked again and saw that Malik had sat down on the sofa, had positioned Carla facing the room, with her legs spread over his cock. On a screen there was a close-up: it seemed impossible that thing could fit in there. But slowly, my wife was taking it inside herself.

***

Back to Carla. To be honest, since Malik sat me on top of him I lost track of everything. Good thing I could watch the video afterward, because I lived through it in an ecstasy of which I barely remember fragments. His fingers had opened me, stretched me, and when I finally let myself sink down onto his cock I felt it enter me to its full length, an enormous friction, while his hands kneaded my breasts and played with my clit.

The first orgasm shook me in full view of everyone, and the room exploded. Before I could recover, Malik lifted me by the ass and, without coming out of me, walked to the edge of the stage so the audience could see up close how he was fucking me. By then it was already an orgy: some watched and masturbated, others fucked their partners or the club girls. I came again and again, I had never felt anything like it.

***

I’m Diego again. What we were seeing is hard to explain. Viktor pulled out of Lena, moved me away from Yasmina, and without warning thrust himself into her.

—What a woman you’ve got —he said to me—. She doesn’t stop no matter how much she gets.

I couldn’t take my eyes off Carla, impaled at the edge of the stage, exposed, with a look on her face that begged for more. Several men had come up underneath. Then I noticed Lena sucking me; I lifted her, pressed her against the glass and penetrated her without taking my eyes off below.

Malik sat on the edge and Carla bounced on him, now with her back to the audience, leaning forward to eat his mouth while he spread her buttocks so everyone could see. People crowded around her, started touching her, grabbing her breasts, groping her. And she, far from pulling away, leaned in even more to make it easier. I couldn’t hold out and came inside Lena, who bent down to collect the very last drop.

***

I’m Carla again. Though you may not believe it, writing this is hard for me: just remembering it turns me on, and since the two of us are writing together in front of the computer, almost naked, my fingers are already seeking refuge between my legs. What a wild mess we made.

Malik finished on my face, soaking me, and left me lying on the edge of the stage. From there on, several men took over my body. One climbed up and entered me with no effort; he came quickly, on top of me. Another lay down on the floor and I was placed on top of him. The stage had turned into a huge bed: more women had climbed up, more men were fucking them, all of it out of control.

I felt my back being pushed against the man inside me and hands spreading my ass cheeks. They pushed, and I felt the second cock forcing its way in from behind. It took them a while to get in sync, but they managed it; the one in my ass was going deeper.

—Take that, I’m going to fill you up completely —I heard, without seeing who it was.

He was good at it. He took me to another orgasm and I focused on him, wishing it would be a triple. As if we had rehearsed it, I felt the heat fill me from within, first from behind, then in front. The three of us went still. I couldn’t take any more.

I looked for Malik and he understood me. He came, lifted me in his arms and carried me to the back of the stage.

—You’re incredible —he whispered to me—. I’ve never seen anything like it.

***

We went upstairs to Viktor’s office. Diego, Viktor and the two girls were there, sprawled out and exhausted on the sofas. When they saw me they burst into applause. My husband came over to me, kissed me and told me he loved me in my ear.

I showered. When I came out, my clothes were ready and only Diego and Viktor were left, already dressed.

—Remember the appointment we have pending —Viktor reminded us—. I’ll confirm the day, it’ll be a weekend. If you behave half as well as you did today, it’ll be a success.

—Don’t worry —I replied—. I won’t let you down.

We said goodbye and headed out to the car, not without taking one last look through the glass: the party was still going on downstairs. But we needed to rest. The next story will be that appointment we had just closed.