My Wife’s Whim at a Private Club

We’re telling another one of our adventures together, although this time it’s worth saying from the outset that everything that happened was her idea. My wife, Vera, has a way of looking at me that tells me when a fantasy has taken root in her head. She doesn’t need to explain it much: all she has to do is smile, slowly cross her legs, and wait for me to ask.

That night, at home, she told me what she wanted with a calmness that made me hard instantly. She wanted to show herself off at a private club on the coast, go up onstage, let strange men look at her, and see how far things went if she liked the atmosphere and the people. Between us there’s one very simple rule: nothing happens behind the other’s back, but almost anything can be tried if we both truly want it.

It was up to me to arrange everything. I changed names and places, made discreet inquiries, and eventually found a venue on the outskirts of a tourist city on the Mediterranean. It wasn’t some ordinary dive. It was an elegant, expensive club, with private rooms, foreign clients, and a manager who didn’t waste time on nonsense.

His name was Mílan, a tall man with a very well-groomed beard and cold eyes, the kind that seemed to assess everything while barely smiling. I told him about my wife, her taste for exhibition, her confidence, and how direct she could become when she was aroused. He listened without interrupting, then gave me the unvarnished truth.

“Here, dancing and showing your tits isn’t enough,” he told me. “My clients pay for intensity. They pay to see genuine desire. If your wife comes, she has to understand that.”

“You mean sex?” I asked.

“I mean nobody comes here to be bored.”

I went home with that sentence turning over in my head. When I told Vera, she didn’t seem frightened; on the contrary, I saw her nipples harden beneath her shirt before she even answered me. She came closer, undid my trousers, and pulled out my cock with that calmness of hers that always drives me crazy.

“Call him now,” she ordered me. “And close the deal.”

Her mouth closed around me just as I dialed the number. At first she sucked slowly, her tongue circling the head and soaking it while she looked up at me. I could barely speak without panting. Mílan answered and began repeating the club’s conditions while my wife swallowed half my cock and massaged my balls with one hand.

“I want to see her first,” he said on the other end. “A video call. I want to know whether she really has what it takes.”

Vera pulled away from my body just far enough to smile. She undressed in front of me without the slightest hurry: first her shirt, then her bra, leaving her breasts bare, heavy, and taut; then she lowered her skirt and underwear to her ankles. Once she was naked, she gestured for me to position the camera in front of the sofa.

The screen lit up, and Mílan appeared in his office, perfectly dressed, a glass in his hand. His expression changed the moment he saw her spread her legs. Vera sat down slowly, leaned back, and caressed her tits while opening her thighs wider to display herself completely.

“So you’re the daring wife,” he said.

“That depends on who’s looking,” she replied.

Her hand moved from her breast down to her belly and then to her pussy. She slowly stroked her lips, opening them with two fingers to show the wetness beginning to seep out. I moved the camera closer, following her silent instructions. Vera loves knowing she’s being watched. It shows in her breathing, in the way she bites her lip, in the way she offers her body as if she were deliberately provoking someone.

“More,” Mílan demanded.

She turned on the sofa, got on all fours, and asked me to frame her closely. She spread her buttocks with her hands and showed her shaved, clean, tight ass. Then she licked one finger and slowly pushed it into her anus, looking at the camera with a brazen smile. She pulled it out, put it back in, twisting it inside, and let out a deep moan that made me clench my jaw.

“Nice ass,” he said. “Does she know how to use her mouth while she touches herself, too?”

Vera didn’t even answer. She came toward me, sat me on the edge of the sofa, and swallowed my cock in one go, taking it as far down her throat as she could. While she sucked me, she kept fingering her ass with one hand and rubbing her clitoris with the other. Seeing her like that—naked, open, swallowing me and offering herself to a stranger through the camera—was driving me crazy.

“Fuck,” I muttered, unable to stop myself.

She released my cock with a thread of saliva running down her chin. Then she climbed on top of me, grasped my shaft, and rubbed it between her soaked lips, showing the movement to the camera before lowering herself. My cock disappeared inside her pussy with a wet, unmistakable sound. Vera threw her head back and began fucking me while seated, rising and falling without taking her eyes off the screen.

“Do you like seeing me like this?” she asked. “Do you like watching me put it inside myself?”

I held her waist while she spread her tits with her hands, squeezed them, pinched her nipples, and drove herself harder onto my cock. Each descent was rougher. Every time she rose, my shaft emerged shining with her juices before disappearing all the way inside her again.

“Show me your ass with the cock inside you,” Mílan demanded, his professional tone gone now.

Vera smiled, climbed off me, and turned around. She mounted me again, this time with her back to me, and began bouncing with her legs spread so the camera could capture my cock entering and leaving her pussy. I put one hand on her back and the other on one buttock, spreading her a little wider. She rubbed her clitoris while riding me, and then I knew she was about to come.

“Don’t stop,” she told me. “Fuck me like this.”

I gripped her hips and began thrusting hard from underneath. Vera moaned, brought two fingers to her ass, and pushed them in to the knuckles while continuing to take my thrusts. On the other side of the screen, Mílan was breathing harder and harder.

“Come on Friday,” he finally said. “I want to see her at my club.”

Vera came almost at that exact moment. Her legs trembled, her pussy tightened around my cock, and she released a long, hoarse moan while continuing to finger her ass. I didn’t last much longer. I came inside her, and we remained motionless for a few seconds, both panting in front of the camera, the decision already made.

***

Two days later we arrived at the apartment the club had reserved for us near the coast. It had a terrace, sea views, and the kind of discreet luxury that made it clear a great deal of money moved through that place. Mílan came to welcome us before opening and behaved like a perfect host, although he kept looking at Vera with restrained hunger.

She prepared herself with a dedication that aroused me almost as much as the idea of the club itself. She showered, shaved again even though she didn’t need to, applied her makeup carefully, and came out of the bedroom wearing a minimal black dress, tight-fitting, bare at the back, with a neckline that barely contained her breasts. She wasn’t wearing panties. She whispered that in my ear while letting me put a hand on her ass before we left.

The club was far more refined than I had imagined: a long bar, low lights, separated tables, private booths with velvet curtains, and a central stage with a round sofa. The moment Vera entered, several gazes fixed on her. I watched her grow bolder immediately. Some women are uncomfortable with attention; my wife gets turned on by it.

One of the dancers led her to the dressing room. I stayed outside with a drink and my heart pounding against my chest. Mílan came over and told me that her first appearance would be with another woman from the club, to help her loosen up. He didn’t ask my permission. Deep down, he knew he didn’t have to.

The other woman’s name was Nadia. Dark-haired, around forty, with firm curves and an intense gaze. When the curtain opened and I saw them appear together, I understood why Mílan had chosen her. Nadia had experience, confidence, and a way of touching that turned everything into a show without making it seem rehearsed.

They began pressed together, moving their hips to the rhythm of slow music. Nadia kissed Vera at the corner of her mouth, then directly on the lips. My wife responded without hesitation. By the second kiss they were devouring each other hungrily, pressing their bodies together while the audience maintained a tense silence, the kind broken only by heavier breathing.

Nadia put her hands on Vera’s breasts and stripped her by lowering the dress to her waist. My wife’s nipples were hard, gleaming beneath the soft light. She caressed them to display herself even more, and then she was the one who pulled at Nadia’s clothes, uncovering her tits and grabbing them with a mixture of curiosity and desire that wasn’t faked.

They were completely naked soon afterward. Vera stood there entirely nude, one hand on Nadia’s breast and the other between her legs. Nadia turned her with her back to the audience, opened her thighs, and slipped her hand between them to caress her pussy from behind. I saw Vera bend her knees slightly when those fingers found her clitoris.

“Look at her,” I heard a man beside me murmur.

And I couldn’t look away. Nadia licked Vera’s neck while sliding two fingers into her pussy, drawing them out slowly before sinking them back in rhythmically. My wife opened her mouth, moaned, and rubbed her tits while letting the entire room watch her being handled. Then she turned and responded by slipping her hand between Nadia’s legs, stroking her through a tiny strip of fabric before pulling away.

When Vera knelt in front of her, the entire club became one low murmur. She spread Nadia’s legs and ran her tongue from underneath up to her clitoris, slowly at first, then with greater hunger. The other woman gripped the back of the sofa and threw her head back. My wife was really licking her, without posing, burying her tongue and sucking her clitoris while two fingers spread her pussy wider so she could taste everything.

Nadia led her to the round sofa and lay down with her legs spread. Vera positioned herself between them and kept eating her with a devotion that left me hard to the point of pain. She moved her head decisively, alternating tongue and lips, sucking, licking, inserting one finger and then two. The other woman finally came, her hips trembling, with a hoarse moan that carried above the music.

The applause came at once, along with bills raining onto the stage. Vera rose with her mouth shining, kissed Nadia again, and both disappeared behind the curtain. It took me several seconds to remember how to breathe normally.

***

Mílan returned with a direct proposal: a private session for two clients, with the possibility of my watching everything through a hidden window. The money was obscene, but by then money was the least important thing. I wanted to confirm with Vera. When I entered the dressing room, I found her kissing Nadia against the wall, one hand from each of them buried between the other’s legs.

They pulled apart only enough to look at me. Vera’s cheeks were flushed and her lips swollen.

“I want to keep going,” she told me. “I want to see what happens in there.”

The private room was red, spacious, and quiet, with a round bed in the center and sofas around it. From an adjoining room, behind a mirror, I could see everything. Two mature, elegant couples entered, the kind who didn’t need to conceal their money. They didn’t seem nervous; they looked accustomed to paying for very specific whims.

Vera and Nadia appeared in minimal lingerie, barely two pieces covering what was essential. They approached the couples, danced for a few seconds, and immediately began kissing and touching each other again. Nothing more was needed. One of the women unbuttoned her blouse; one of the men pulled out his cock. In less than a minute, the private room had become something else.

I watched Vera approach one of the women first, kiss her, slip a hand between her legs, and then let that woman’s husband caress her ass. Meanwhile, Nadia was on her knees sucking the other man, with obscene skill. Everything was quick, consensual, and utterly shameless.

One of the men put Vera on all fours on the bed. He spread her buttocks and spat on her ass before beginning to insert one finger, then two. My wife moaned and pushed back, asking for more with her body. One of the women positioned herself in front of her and offered her pussy. Vera didn’t hesitate: she began licking her while they continued preparing her ass from behind.

The scene left me rooted to the spot. My wife eating out a stranger, moaning with two fingers in her ass, exposed before everyone as though she had wanted this for years. The woman in front came in her mouth while the man behind withdrew his fingers and rubbed the head of his cock against her anal opening.

“Look at her carefully,” a voice whispered behind me.

I turned and saw a club girl who had entered without my hearing her. Her name was Irina: blonde, generous breasts, a calm face, and an almost insolent confidence. She came toward me, lowered my zipper, and pulled out my already-hard cock.

“Your wife is enjoying herself enormously,” she said. “Don’t just stand there watching.”

She sucked me slowly, one hand at the base and the other caressing my balls. I kept watching through the glass. I saw the man behind finally put his cock into Vera’s ass. It went in slowly at first because it was thick, but once the head had passed, she herself pushed backward eagerly while continuing to lick the other woman’s pussy.

I saw her face when the cock was buried completely. She opened her mouth, released a filthy moan, and began moving her hips. The man fucked her ass slowly at first, then harder. Each thrust made her back sway while the woman in front rubbed her clitoris with two wet fingers.

Irina stopped sucking me, turned around, and offered me her ass. I lowered her thong and spread her buttocks. Her anus was shaved, small, and closed. I spat on the opening, caressed it with the tip, and entered very slowly. She braced her hands against the glass and let her head fall to one side.

“Put it all the way in,” she whispered.

I fucked her while watching Vera being fucked in turn. My wife was no longer only receiving through her ass. One of the men had positioned himself in front of her and was pushing his cock into her mouth between the other man’s thrusts. Nadia was off to one side, legs spread, letting one of the female clients eat her pussy while masturbating and watching Vera.

The room was chaos made of mouths, asses, pussies, cocks, and hands. One of the women ended up lying down, and Vera positioned herself over her face, sitting almost on her mouth so the woman could praise her with her tongue while the man continued driving into her from behind. Every time he pulled out a little, Vera’s ass opened wet and shining before swallowing him again.

I began fucking Irina harder, gripping her hips. She moaned against the glass and rubbed her pussy with two fingers while I opened her ass with my thrusts. Seeing my wife like that, transformed into the center of an elegant, savage orgy, stripped away all my restraint.

Inside, Vera changed positions. She lay on her back, and one of the men spread her legs to put his cock into her pussy while the other continued preparing her ass with his fingers. The woman who had offered herself to her earlier now put her fingers in Vera’s mouth for her to suck, soaked with her own juices. Nadia climbed onto her face, and Vera began licking her again, trapped between female legs while a cock fucked her.

The scene rose even higher when the man in her pussy switched to her ass. He held his cock, placed it at the already-open anal entrance, and pushed firmly until he had buried it completely. Vera screamed—not in pain, but from sheer excess—and arched so hard that she nearly lifted Nadia from her face. The other woman continued rubbing her clitoris without mercy.

I was already at the limit. I pulled my cock from Irina’s ass and put it in her mouth. She swallowed it to the root, looking at me while masturbating. I came down her throat in several spurts, and even then I kept watching the private room.

Vera came shortly afterward. I knew from the way her thighs tensed, from how she clenched around the fingers working her clitoris, from that tremor that runs through her belly when she loses control. The man behind her continued a little longer and emptied himself inside her ass. I saw some of his cum spill out when he withdrew, sliding between her buttocks.

***

I thought the night would end there, but the best was still to come. Irina took me by the hand and led me straight into the private room. No one was surprised to see us enter. Sex had already erased every distance. Vera was lying beside Nadia, kissing her slowly now, as if after so much brutality she needed to savor her calmly.

I approached, and my wife looked at me with those cloudy eyes she gets after coming hard. She kissed me. She tasted of sweat, saliva, semen, and expensive perfume. It aroused me more than I would have thought possible.

Nadia positioned herself between Vera’s legs and opened them again. She began eating my wife’s pussy with exquisite slowness, as if she wanted to draw everything out. Her tongue sank between her lips, then rose to her clitoris and stayed there, making small, firm circles. Vera grabbed my wrist and brought my hand to her breast. She wanted me to touch her while the other woman licked her.

Irina climbed onto me and impaled herself on my cock in a single descent. She was soaked. She began riding me while watching Nadia open my wife’s pussy with her tongue. I grabbed her tits and then her hip, helping her drive herself down harder. But my eyes kept returning to Vera.

Nadia inserted two fingers into her pussy and one into her ass at the same time. Vera spread her legs wider and moaned my name. The other woman already knew her body well enough to play with it using a perfect mixture of delicacy and wickedness. She kissed her inside with her tongue, then struck her clitoris with the quick tip, wrenching spasms from her.

“Come here,” Vera told Nadia, tugging her hair.

The dark-haired woman moved up and they kissed with obscene depth. Vera took advantage of it to turn her over and put her on her back. She spread her legs and began licking her now, with renewed hunger, as if she still hadn’t had enough of her taste. She ran her tongue from pussy to ass and back to her clitoris, sucking, licking, and moaning against her flesh.

Irina continued rising and falling on me, rubbing her clitoris with her palm while I thrust up into her. I inserted two fingers into her ass, and she shuddered without stopping her movements. The sight of the two women on the bed had me ready to come again.

Then Mílan appeared. Not hurriedly, not imposing himself, but like someone entering a room that belonged to him. He approached Vera, caressed her back, and whispered in her ear:

“Now I want you for myself, too.”

My wife looked at him, then at me. With our rules, it had always been this way: one look was enough. I nodded.

Mílan undid his trousers and pulled out a thick, hard cock gleaming with desire. Vera lay on her back and opened her legs without taking her eyes off him. Nadia positioned herself beside her to kiss her and bite one nipple while he rubbed the tip between the lips of her pussy.

He penetrated her slowly, inch by inch, letting her feel his thickness. Vera gritted her teeth at first, then exhaled when he was fully inside her. Mílan didn’t start fucking her immediately. He stayed still for a few seconds, looking at her, enjoying the sight of her filled. Then he began with short, deep, firm thrusts.

Nadia lowered herself between Vera’s legs and licked her clitoris while Mílan drove into her. Vera arched on the bed, caught between one person’s cock and another’s mouth. Beneath Irina, I was thrusting furiously too. The entire room had narrowed to a shared rhythm of panting, flesh striking flesh, and murmured commands.

Mílan pulled his cock from Vera’s pussy and moved it to her ass. The opening had already been worked, open and wet. He pushed in patiently, enjoying the way my wife breathed deeply and relaxed to receive him. Once he was buried to the hilt, he delivered a sharp slap to her buttock and began fucking her ass harder than before.

Vera screamed and sought Nadia’s mouth to swallow the moan. The other woman continued caressing her pussy with two fingers, keeping her on the edge while Mílan’s cock opened her ass again and again. I could see the pleasure contorting her face, the saliva at the corner of her lips, her breasts swinging with every thrust.

Irina leaned over me to kiss me, and I took the opportunity to put her on all fours on the rug. I pushed my cock into her pussy again and fucked her while watching them. My wife, beneath Mílan, was completely surrendered. Nadia eagerly licked her pussy, gathering the juices running down her thighs while he drilled her from behind.

“I’m going to come,” Vera said in a broken voice.

“Do it,” Mílan replied without slowing.

And she came brutally. Her whole body trembled, she closed her legs around Nadia’s head, and gripped the sheets so hard her knuckles stood out. The orgasm shook her belly and her ass, squeezing Mílan’s cock inside her. He grunted and continued thrusting several more times before emptying himself inside her.

I came almost at the same time inside Irina, buried to the hilt in her pussy. She kept moving her hips until she had wrung the final spasms from my cock. When we finally stopped, the room was filled with heavy breathing and bodies gleaming with sweat.

Vera remained spread open on the bed, Nadia embracing one side of her and Mílan still close to her ass, from which thick semen was beginning to slide. I approached, kissed her slowly, and brushed the hair stuck to her forehead aside. She smiled with that satisfied expression I’ve seen only after nights that truly fulfill an entire fantasy.

Later there was a shower, silence, and a late dinner with expensive drinks, as if we all knew how to behave after seeing one another in the dirtiest corners of desire. For us, it was only the beginning. My wife’s whim stopped being a game the moment we crossed the club’s door. What we discovered there was another way to arouse each other together: watching her offer herself, seeing her genuinely enjoy it, and realizing that when she feels free, she can take pleasure much farther than even I had imagined.