The Night My Husband Shared Me at the Club

I’m thirty-two years old and, together with Mateo, my husband, I share more than just the routine of everyday life: we share a desire that never quite gets satisfied. That night we had decided to cross a line we’d been skirting for months, just with the tips of our fingers. A swingers’ club, on a discreet street in the city center, with the entrance hidden between two lowered shutters.

I was wearing a short black dress, tight, with nothing underneath. I have small breasts and wide hips that that fabric showed off without mercy. I felt the prickling of nerves mixed with lust, that tingling that rises from your stomach when you know you’re about to do something there’s no going back from. When Mateo brushed my hip from behind while we were talking to the doorman, I knew I’d made the right decision.

—Are you okay? —he whispered, as attentive as always to my body and to what was happening inside me.

—Perfectly —I answered, looking at him with a crooked smile—. I can’t wait.

We went in hand in hand. The moment we crossed the hallway we were wrapped in a dim reddish light and a blend of soft electronic music and distant moans. There were couples and groups everywhere: some were just having a drink, others were kissing without hiding it, and a few were giving themselves over without reserve to whatever they had come looking for.

I noticed how Mateo watched me as I walked slowly through the crowd, letting my hard nipples press against the fabric. My breasts are small, yes, but I love them, especially when he kisses them with that adoration that turns me on so much.

We went through several rooms. In one, a woman was tied to a wooden horse. In another, two men and a girl were searching for each other in the shadows. Mateo and I looked at each other.

—Do you want to keep watching… or try something? —he asked, with that naughty glint I know by heart.

—I want to play —I told him—. Something simple. Something hot.

He was the one who led me to the cabin area. Dark, narrow, with a bench facing a wall where three openings were covered by black curtains. One of them was raised. I laughed softly when I understood the obvious.

—You open the door —I replied, stepping in with a defiant smile.

Inside, the atmosphere was intimate, almost clandestine. I sat on the bench and hiked my skirt up a little so he could see I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Mateo closed the door, hugged me from behind, and kissed my neck while slipping his hands under the dress and gripping me hard. His fingers slid between my thighs and I sighed as I felt them testing my wetness.

Suddenly, on the other side of the panel, the other two curtains were lifted. Two erect cocks appeared through the holes, silently offering themselves.

—Look what you’ve got in front of you… —Mateo whispered in my ear, stroking my nipples with his thumbs.

I leaned in without hesitation. One was thick and veined; the other was slimmer but long. It excited me not knowing whose they were. I felt wild, free, desired by complete strangers.

With one hand I started stroking the thicker one, feeling it throb under my fingers. With the other I wrapped my hand around the base of the second and began to jerk it slowly. Mateo pulled my dress down to my waist, leaving my breasts bare, and I felt delicious like that, exposed, giving pleasure to two strangers while my man touched me.

—You’re so hot right now… and it drives me fucking crazy —he told me.

The two men put on condoms. The sound of latex sliding over skin sent a shiver of anticipation through me. I bent down to suck the longer one, taking it into my mouth hungrily, teasing the tip while I kept jerking the other one firmly.

Mateo lifted my hips and positioned himself behind me. He pulled my dress up even higher, left my ass bare, and without wasting a second he drove into me with a deep thrust. I gasped around the cock in my mouth, feeling filled and possessed at the same time.

—Fuck me —I whispered, almost voiceless—. Fuck me while I come from sucking.

And he obeyed. He fucked me hard, every thrust slamming against my ass. I moaned, vibrating between the pleasure in my mouth and the pressure of my husband behind me. One of the strangers started gasping and came suddenly; I kept jerking him while the latex swelled hot in my hand. I turned to the other one without stopping, took him deeper, soaking the condom in saliva, while Mateo never let up and whispered filthy things in my ear.

The second man shuddered and his cum filled the condom inside my mouth. The heat made me moan with pure lust. Mateo came almost at the same time, with a deep growl, buried to the hilt. I let myself fall onto the bench, sweaty, satisfied, still trembling.

—Do you want more? —he asked, brushing a lock of hair out of my face.

—Yes —I told him with a dark smile—. Tie me up.

***

He took me by the hand to a more secluded room, wrapped in shadows, where a large dark wooden cross stood out with straps at each end. Masks, ropes, and handcuffs hung on the wall. Around it, several people watched with drinks in hand and hungry smiles. This wasn’t a show. It was something else.

—Put it on —Mateo said, offering me a black satin blindfold.

I put it on without thinking. It turned me on not to see, to trust him blindly and whatever came next. I felt him undress me slowly, felt the dress fall to the floor, felt his hands caress my breasts and his teeth on my neck before he guided me to the cross.

—Spread your legs. Hands up —he ordered in a low, firm voice.

I obeyed. The leather straps closed one by one around my wrists and ankles. I felt exposed, helpless and at the same time powerful, because I was there because I had chosen it.

I heard him walk away. Murmurs. Footsteps. More people coming closer in the half-dark.

—Now you’re going to feel a lot of hands —he whispered, pressing himself against my back again—. All of them wanting you. And you won’t be able to see whose they are.

And that’s how it was. First some soft hands ran over my back down to my hips. Then others, rougher ones, squeezed my ass. More slid up the inner side of my thighs, and I felt fingers making their way between my lips. I moaned when my nipples were pinched, licked, bitten by mouths I didn’t know. My body trembled, electrified by so many sensations at once.

Mateo spoke into my ear, with a hoarse voice, telling me how wet I was, how much it turned him on to see me surrendering to so many people’s desire.

—And now someone’s going to fuck you —he announced with devilish calm—. And you’re going to let them.

I felt it before I heard it: a body pressing against mine, a hard cock brushing my entrance. He pushed into me slowly, as if savoring every inch of me. It wasn’t Mateo. I knew it right away. His hands held me tight, his hips slammed against mine. I was full, vibrating with such intense pleasure it almost brought tears to my eyes.

—You’re mine —Mateo told me, while that stranger fucked me unhurriedly—. Mine alone.

And I laughed between moans, because I knew that night was ours. Hands were still everywhere: fingers in my mouth, tongues on my nipples, another hand rubbing my clit. When I came, I writhed against the straps while the stranger emptied himself into the condom with one last thrust that tore a cry from me.

Little by little the hands withdrew. Mateo untied me carefully and removed the blindfold. In front of me, three people were watching me: two men —one dark-haired and one broader— and a short-haired woman with a sparkling gaze. They were all smiling.

—Do you feel like something more private? —she asked—. I have a room at the back, and there’s still a lot left to explore.

Mateo looked at me. I nodded, licking my lips.

—Let’s go —I said—. I want more.

***

They led us down a corridor lined in red velvet to a large room, with a big round bed in the center, mirrors on one wall, and a warm light that made our skin shine as if we were living sculptures. The five of us went in. Mateo looked at me with that mix of lust and pride that undoes me.

—What are your names? —I asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

—Darío —said the dark-haired one, tall, with a neatly trimmed beard.

—Bruno —added the broad one, with a deep, calm voice.

—Lucía —the woman replied, letting her short wavy hair fall free as she came closer—. Although tonight you can call me whatever you want.

Mateo stood behind me, his hand on my waist.

—Are you sure? —he asked in a low voice.

—Completely. Today I want everything.

Lucía knelt in front of me, never taking her eyes off me, and began to unfasten my dress with the tenderness of someone unwrapping a gift. I felt her breath on my thighs when the fabric fell to the floor. She stood looking at me, eyes blazing, and kissed my belly in a slow, almost reverent gesture.

Behind me, Mateo had already taken off his shirt. Darío and Bruno were undressing too, without hurry, their bodies firm, their cocks hard, as if they already knew I would be the center of everything.

I lay back on the bed and Lucía climbed up with me. Her lips found mine, soft at first, more urgent after, while her hands traveled down my waist, squeezed me, spread my legs. Mateo knelt beside me kissing my neck, and Bruno came closer offering me his cock. I took it in my hand and jerked it calmly, looking at him brazenly.

Darío positioned himself between my legs and began rubbing my clit with two fingers. I arched with a moan. I was soaking, surrounded, adored. My body was an altar and I was not a passive goddess: I was one who chose, who gave the orders, who spread her legs because she wanted to.

—You’re going to need to be very wet for what’s coming —Lucía whispered.

—I am —I replied, taking Bruno’s cock all the way into my mouth.

They put me on all fours in the center of the bed, my body on fire, my senses flooded. My legs were trembling, but not from fear, from pure hunger. Mateo knelt behind me and I knew the moment he touched me that he would be the first. He grabbed my hips and entered me in a soft but firm thrust, filling me completely. A guttural moan escaped me. The contact with him was familiar, intense, perfect.

But this time there were other bodies, other hands, other eyes. And that didn’t make it any less ours: it made it wilder, as if sharing us united us even more.

Darío positioned himself behind Mateo, with a condom already on, caressing my ass, exploring patiently.

—Can I? —he asked in a deep voice.

—Yes… —I gasped—. But slowly.

Lucía, in front of me, held my chin and kissed me tenderly.

—Relax —she told me—. You’re going to love it.

Darío pushed with steady pressure, and I felt myself opening centimeter by centimeter. The sensation was brutal, almost overwhelming. I had Mateo inside me and another man behind me, and I trembled all over with a long moan. Bruno came to the front offering me his cock again; I opened my mouth and took it, seeking his heat while Darío finally sank all the way in.

I was full. Completely.

Mateo started setting the rhythm. Darío joined in with slower movements, and I hung suspended between the two of them, like an instrument tuned to desire. Bruno held my hair and fucked my mouth, gently at first, then with more determination. I had to concentrate to breathe, but I loved that total surrender.

I opened my eyes and searched for Mateo. I looked at him while another man fucked me from behind and another from the front, and in his gaze I found everything: pride, desire, tenderness. His face said “mine” even while he shared me. That turned me on more than anything else.

Lucía slid beneath me and began licking my clit with precise, devoted delicacy. Mateo’s thrusts became more possessive; Darío was gasping behind me; Bruno marked every entry. My nipples were hard as stones and my whole body was shaken by pleasure.

—You love this, don’t you? —Mateo told me—. Having us all at your feet.

I nodded with the cock in my mouth, moaning. I couldn’t take any more. Lucía noticed and quickened her tongue. And then I came like a storm, with spasms from my belly down to my feet, my hands gripping the sheets, a muffled moan escaping between my lips.

I had barely finished when Bruno let out a rough groan.

—I’m going to cum… —he warned, his voice broken.

I didn’t move away. I looked up at him with my mouth open, wanting him. He pulled back for a moment, took off the condom, and jerked himself furiously in front of me.

—Like that, look at me… —he asked, and I didn’t take my eyes off him.

The first jet hit my cheek, hot. The next one landed on my forehead, and the last on my parted lips. I stuck out my tongue and let his pleasure paint my face. I felt used, adored, desired all at once.

Right then Mateo started thrusting into me harder, with that perfect mix of wild love and possession. He wasn’t wearing anything; we didn’t need it. I felt him throbbing inside me, felt his fingers digging into my hips, and he filled me with a deep, heavy groan, spilling without restraint. I moaned hard, knowing he was mine all the way through, with no barriers.

Darío then came to the edge of the bed, still hard, and came over my breasts with a grunt, spreading his heat over my skin with his hand. Lucía, between my legs, didn’t stop: she was eating me out with a passion that overwhelmed me.

—Mateo… —I whispered between gasps—. I’m coming again.

He lay down beside me, caressed my face, and looked at me as if I were the most his and the most wild thing he had ever desired.

—Come on, love. Let go.

And I surrendered. The orgasm arched me over the bed, with my face covered, my breasts shining, my legs trembling, my sex throbbing between Lucía’s lips. I moaned loudly, without shame, without fear. I opened myself completely and emptied myself out.

Lucía climbed up my body, kissed me on the lips, and shared with me the taste of my own pleasure. We stayed like that, wrapped in sweat, laughter, and gasps. And I, lying among all of them, with my body spent but something still burning inside me, knew I had never felt so alive.