The Night My Wife Went Into That Swinger Club Alone

What I’m going to tell happened some years ago now, but we remember it every time we need to light each other up again. Carla, my wife, had a relationship for a couple of years with a lover I’ll call Diego here. He was the man who managed to bring out her freer side, the one she had kept hidden for so long behind an orderly life. Later he rebuilt his path, started a family, and that affair came to an end. But the memory did not leave with him.

That story began on an ordinary Friday. Carla and I had gone out to dinner alone, planning to have a few drinks afterward and let ourselves be carried away by that filthy little thrill that had brought us together so many nights. At dessert her phone buzzed on the table.

—It’s Diego —she said, glancing at me out of the corner of her eye—. He’s asking if I want to go out with him for a while.

I didn’t have to think about it. I knew perfectly well what that proposal meant: that she would come home lit up, her body still warm from another man. And that, strange as it may sound, was exactly what I liked most.

—Say yes —I told her, taking her hand—. You know how much I enjoy it when you come back like that.

Carla hesitated for a few seconds, stirring her coffee with the spoon. I know that look, I thought. She wasn’t a woman who needed much convincing.

—All right —she finally answered, and typed back with a half smile that said it all.

We finished dinner and I drove her to a bus stop on the outskirts, where they had arranged to meet. She looked stunning: a short, loose dress, stockings with garters, and a black lace lingerie set that I’d given her myself, along with high-heeled boots that lengthened her legs beautifully. Diego’s car appeared just as I pulled up. She gave me a quick kiss, got out, and I watched them drive off down the street. It was eleven o’clock.

I didn’t hear from her again until four in the morning.

***

She told me everything in bed, while I listened to her with ragged breaths and she let me caress her slowly, still remembering every detail.

She had expected the usual: some quiet vacant lot, the car hood, headlights turned on, lighting her up while she knelt for him. Diego had a habit of putting her at risk, of looking for places where anyone might turn up. But that night he turned off onto a different road and parked in front of a secluded villa, several kilometers from the city.

—He didn’t tell me anything until we got there —she explained—. It was a club, one of those discreet places. I had never been to one like it.

It was a liberal-ambience venue hidden behind a normal-looking façade. It had a bar at the back, an area with large beds, and, off to one side, a row of booths separated by screens. Diego ordered two drinks and sat with her in a corner, where he started warming her up with his hands under her dress. By the time they got up, Carla was already wet and wanting more.

—He led me toward the booths —she said, biting her lip—. And then I saw them.

In one of the walls, several holes let anonymous cocks stick out, hard and waiting. There were seven or eight of them, belonging to men she couldn’t see the faces of. Carla, who outside the bedroom is the calmest woman in the world, lit up all at once when she saw them. She started touching them one by one, stroking them with a mix of shamelessness and curiosity, not knowing who they belonged to.

—I wanted to put every one of them in my mouth —she confessed to me—, but I felt weird, I didn’t know anyone. So I knelt down in front of Diego.

She pulled down his trousers and took him all the way in, right to the base, with that total surrender her lovers always remembered. And while she was sucking him off, the men occupying the booths began coming out, one after another, drawn by the show. Diego, who liked showing her off, gestured for them to come closer.

—They surrounded me —she said, and I noticed her voice speed up—. They were touching me everywhere. They were running their cocks over my face, over my lips. I didn’t know who to look at.

***

She stayed like that for a good while, alternating Diego’s cock with her hands, jerking the strangers off in turn while he held her by the hair. Until one of them couldn’t take it anymore and asked Diego for permission with a gesture. He nodded. Carla only set one condition.

—I told them condom. All of them. I wasn’t going to argue about that.

The first one lifted her dress up to her waist and pulled her thong down to her knees. He went into her without effort, she was so soaked, while she kept her mouth busy. Then they took turns, one after another, for what felt to her like well over half an hour. One cock in each hand, another inside her, and Diego always in front, setting the rhythm.

—I’d never had so many at once without knowing any of them —she told me—. And that was what turned me on most. That they were only bodies, without names.

When the last one finished, Diego came too, and she received him as the prize for that night. Then the men, with a politeness that amused Carla, invited her to have a drink at the bar before leaving, thanking her without words for what they had just experienced. A little later they all left, and only she and Diego remained in the place.

***

But the night still wasn’t over. Carla was still in the mood, and this time she wanted Diego all to herself. They made their way to the bed area, where they crossed paths with a couple in their early forties. He was average height, in good shape and quite well-endowed; she was petite, blonde, with a toned body and generous breasts. They had been watching them from a distance.

—They came over to chat —Carla told me—. They asked us if we were a couple, how long we’d been in the scene.

She answered without losing her smile. She explained that Diego was her lover, and that her husband was a man who enjoyed knowing she was getting fucked by others, waiting for her at home to receive her with her body still marked by the night. The blonde looked at her with something close to admiration.

They talked for a while, a drink between them, until the conversation died on its own and the caresses began. Carla and the woman sought each other out first, slowly, kissing while he watched them. Then the man moved closer, knelt down, and started licking my wife’s pussy, while she in turn buried her face between the blonde’s legs. Carla stuck her ass out for that stranger to enjoy her from behind, with his tongue and his fingers.

—Diego just stood there watching —she told me, almost surprised—. He didn’t take part. He just watched.

By then he was already with the woman who would later become his wife, and I think some guilt held him back that night. He preferred to stay as a spectator, watching another man take care of Carla. It excited her even more to feel his eyes on her, knowing he wanted her without touching her.

When the tension reached its limit, the man offered her his cock and she didn’t resist. She asked him to fuck her while she kept licking the blonde, and that was how the three of them finished, in an orgasm that Carla found hard to describe without her voice breaking: the woman coming in her mouth, him unloading inside her.

***

After several hours, drained and exhausted, Carla and Diego showered, got dressed, and left the club in the early hours of the morning. He dropped her at the front door of the house without coming in, as always.

I had been awake for hours, waiting for her, unable to think of anything else. When she came into the bedroom and took off her clothes, I threw myself on her before she could say a word. I kissed her all over, ran my hands over her slowly, listening to every detail from her mouth as she told me everything. We both came at the same time, her exploding in a long orgasm, me unloading everything I’d held back for hours.

We fell asleep wrapped in each other, with that night stored away as one of the most intense memories of our relationship. We bring it back to the surface from time to time, when we want to light each other up again. And always, in the end, we come to the same fantasy: doing it again one day. Only next time it will be me watching from the shadows, occupying the place Diego had that night.