We Went Back to the Liberal Club and Lost Control

The seafront promenade was packed to the rafters. It was the height of summer, and all kinds of people were making their way down to the beach. Lorena came along on a high, still riding the buzz from having been the dominant one that afternoon. We went into a restaurant with a terrace and stayed for dinner. We were both happy, and seeing her so fired up, I dared to test the waters.

—Would you want to go back to a club sometime? —I asked.

—Of course I do. And we’ll see Nadia and Rubén again, and Sonia and Marc. I got overwhelmed on holiday, that’s all, but I’m not giving up the liberal world. What I don’t want is for the rest to be the reason. I want to enjoy myself with you. The other stuff has to be a bonus.

—You’re absolutely right —I told her, and she was—. So let’s play. Who would you fuck of the people here?

—Hahaha. You. Well, you and the waiter. You and the girl at the bar. You and the couple by the door.

—You can fuck me anytime.

—One day I’ll fuck someone else in front of you. To fulfill your fantasy.

—Then you’ll have to fuck me afterward. Once the guest leaves.

That gleam I knew so well appeared in Lorena’s eyes. She was horny again. She had that filthy look that gave her away.

—Do you want us to go to a club now? —I offered.

—Not today. We’ve just come out of a dungeon. But this conversation has got me all fired up. What I want is to get home, have you put the blindfold on me, and fuck me while telling me everything you’re going to do to me tomorrow when you’re the master.

We had a drink on the terrace, took another walk, and went back to the car. It was night. Before she got in, I pinned her against the bodywork, grabbed her by the throat with one hand and one breast with the other.

—Get ready, because I’m going to fuck you very hard.

Lorena opened her mouth, expecting a kiss that never came. I wanted her on edge for when we got home. In my head the scene was already taking shape. I had a whole script to carry out.

***

When the garage door closed behind us, my command began.

—Stay in the car and get undressed.

I went to the trunk and took from the store bag what I’d bought that afternoon. I went back to the passenger side and opened the door.

—Get out —I ordered, holding out my hand.

Lorena obeyed. She was radiant, naked, and ready. I turned her around, put the collar on her, and left the leash hanging. I turned her back toward me and fastened the wrist cuffs, one on each arm. A carabiner hung from one of them. I took her breasts in my hands, kissed her, and whispered in her ear.

—From now on you’re mine, and I’m going to do whatever I want with you. Understood?

—Yes, my master.

I tugged the leash upward, just enough for her to feel the tension on her neck. The night was long and entertaining, trying out the new toys. Only this time it was she who felt the leather straps caressing her skin and then biting into it.

We ended up exhausted. In a single day we had tried both roles, the dominant and the submissive. I liked both. I was surprised by how much I enjoyed feeling pain, but also that feeling of being the one in charge of someone with no limits, of power. Though, as they say, all power comes with responsibility.

***

The following Monday we were going on holiday with the kids. We chose the south, a beach town I’ll call Los Caños. That week I had signed up for a kitesurfing course; it had always caught my eye and I wanted to give it a proper try. We rented a little house up on the hill, close to one of the best beaches for that sport. The kids had their room at the other end of the house, so we had some freedom to make noise.

I sat on the bed and called Lorena.

—We’re going to sleep very well here —I winked at her and lay down.

She sat astride me and kissed me lustfully. That kiss woke the beast in me, but with the kids awake we had to hold off until night.

We went down to inspect the area. The beach had a beach bar, a couple of shops, and the surf school. We ordered mojitos for us and soft drinks for the kids. There was a great atmosphere and lots of flesh on display. I leaned over to my wife’s ear.

—How many of these people would you fuck?

—A lot of them. And a lot of women too. My God, what a level.

I stopped by the school to confirm my details. Beginners went out first thing so as not to disturb the others, so the next day at nine I had my first lesson. I came back happy. The holidays were looking wonderful.

That night, after putting the kids to bed, we stayed out in the garden with the first gin and tonics of the summer. We were in the middle of that when one of Lorena’s feet landed in my crotch and gave me an instant erection.

—If you start, I’m going to fuck you right here.

—Whenever you want —she challenged me with her eyes, pushing her foot deeper.

I went in to turn off the garden light and came back. I lifted Lorena from the chair, made her put her hands on the table, hiked up her dress, and pulled off her thong. I slid down my swim trunks and shoved myself into her with all the force I could. She opened her mouth and let out a moan. I kept driving into her until she had her first orgasm. Then I turned her around, sat her on the table, and bent down to eat her out. Her hands went to my hair, and when she came again she pulled me up toward her.

—Fuck me —she begged.

I grabbed her by the thighs while she held on to my neck, and I fucked her that way, in the air. The penetration was incredibly deep. It didn’t take long for her to come again.

—I want your come in my mouth —she said in my ear, biting my ear.

I lowered her to the floor. She got down on her knees and, with real skill, got what she wanted. We lay there for a good while, relaxed after the first fuck of the holiday.

The rest of the days passed between excursions, my kite course, and long nights. I even earned the certificate, learned to stay on the board and turn, and made friends with the instructor. Lorena, for her part, came back with a tan that made her even more desirable. She became more open, more fiery, every day. When she got going, she could heat anyone up.

***

At the end of August we went back to routine, and with it our Friday drinks returned. The first Friday, Lorena threw out the idea.

—What if we sign up for a BDSM workshop? One of the ones Adriana from the sex shop organizes.

—Sounds good to me. That way we’ll know what it’s really like and not just what you see out there.

—This isn’t anything like the movies or the videos. If we’re already having this much fun playing blind, imagine learning from someone who knows what they’re doing.

We looked at Adriana’s website and saw there was an introductory workshop two weeks later. We signed up. Over those two weeks, our Fridays became themed. Lorena started squeezing and tugging my balls, giving me the occasional light smack to raise the level. I discovered I was a masochist, that the more pain I felt, the more my body responded. She, meanwhile, found her submissive side: letting herself go, enjoying being used. Neither of us wanted that lifestyle full-time, but we did want to add touches of it in bed.

Lorena kept seeing Nadia for coffee, and one day they had hooked up. She told me at night while we were fucking, and those little getaways got me insanely turned on. When I suggested we start meeting up with the couples again, she didn’t hesitate.

—I’d love to see Nadia and Rubén again, or Sonia and Marc. And we have to spend a weekend at the seaside villa, all of us together. I’ve talked to Nadia about the workshop and they want to sign up with us.

—Perfect. Then I’ll get to see them, since I haven’t run into them since the last time.

***

The day arrived. We left the kids with the grandparents and met Nadia and Rubén for coffee at the bar next to the sex shop, an hour before the workshop. They were already seated when we came in.

—Good afternoon, guys —I said.

We all stood up. I shook Rubén’s hand and hugged him while the girls exchanged a quick kiss, and then we crossed greetings. The four of us were dressed up, as if for a party: the women in dresses, us in chinos and shirts.

—What if we go out for dinner afterward? —Nadia suggested, looking at Lorena with complicity.

—I’m guessing this was already discussed —I said.

—We may have mentioned it, yes —Lorena put on a naughty expression.

—We can go back to the club where we met. Tonight there’s a lingerie party —Nadia rolled up her skirt and showed part of a garter belt.

Rubén’s hand slid up his wife’s thigh. They had positioned themselves at the back of the bar, where only we could see them. Nadia closed her eyes and bit her lip.

—I’m getting really horny.

—Easy —I cut in, laughing—, first comes the workshop. The club comes after.

We finished our drinks and went into the sex shop. Adriana checked us off the list. There were two girls who had come together and another couple. Two men came in alone as well. We were missing people.

—We’ll give it five courtesy minutes and head down —she announced.

Just then a woman came in. Brunette, long hair, around fifty, but impeccably put together.

—Hello. I’m Renata.

Adriana crossed her off and led us downstairs to the dungeon. There were chairs facing a wall with a projector screen. We sat down and the talk began. She explained the acronyms one by one —bondage, domination and discipline, submission and sadism, masochism— and above all repeated the golden rule: safe, sane, and consensual. Everything discussed in advance, agreed between the parties. I knew the theory, but Lorena, Nadia, and Rubén listened spellbound.

When it was over, Adriana invited us to the back to try whatever we wanted. Whips and floggers started sounding at once. A girl got up on the horse, a man took up position on the St. Andrew’s cross. We were all still dressed, but the room’s temperature rose several degrees.

***

We came out onto the street with flushed cheeks.

—Very interesting —Nadia said—. We’d always played hard, but blindly and without knowing what we were doing.

—Some clubs have a dungeon. Even the Eclipse, where you girls played together for the first time —I threw in with a teasing grin.

—Do you want us to go to Eclipse? —Lorena asked.

—Whatever you want —I replied, letting the rest choose.

—Let’s go out partying —Nadia decided.

We arrived at the club and went in. Nadia went to the desk and gave the names of the two couples.

—Had you reserved? —I asked, rhetorically.

The other three burst out laughing. We went out onto the terrace, had dinner amid exchanged glances with other couples, and then moved to the jacuzzi area, where three couples were playing in the steam. It was still too early for the bed area, so we went onto the dance floor. Sets of lingerie were already everywhere, red, black, some white. The girls went to change in the locker rooms and we went back to the bar.

When they reappeared, Lorena was stunning, and Nadia was right up there with her: stockings with garters, a sheer thong, and nipple covers that left nothing to the imagination. We went out dancing and, almost without meaning to, swapped partners: Lorena pressed against Rubén, who was openly groping her ass, and Nadia with me. Two girls climbed onto some poles next to the DJ booth and put on a pole routine. The whole place applauded.

At that point, a couple of women came over to dance beside us. They started talking to Nadia and Lorena and, after a while, they introduced us.

—Rubén and Hugo. Renata and Ámbar —Nadia said.

As I went in for the customary two kisses, one of them looked familiar. Without clothes on, I hadn’t recognized her.

—Were you in the dungeon this afternoon? —I asked her.

—Yes, at the same time as you. I’m the one who arrived late.

—That’s right, Renata, I didn’t place you when you were dressed —Nadia told her, putting a hand on her hip.

Renata answered the touch with a kiss on the mouth. That kiss was the starting gun. Lorena pressed herself against me, checked my condition, and smiled.

—Are you turned on?

—Very. There’s too much sensuality packed into one place here —I told her before kissing her, grabbing her ass, and pulling her close—. I want to fuck.

***

The play among the six of us ended with everyone in the club’s small dungeon. Lorena on the swing, with Ámbar drawing out the first orgasms of the night. Nadia and Renata on the round bed; I was fucking Nadia from behind as hard as I could while she was busy with Renata. I felt her come, squeezing me against the walls so hard it was like she wanted to split me in two. And then I met Renata’s gaze, and she was watching me brazenly.

—I want you to fuck me. I want to come like that too.

Nadia moved aside and Renata took a condom from a bowl on a little table. She put it on me with a skill I hadn’t expected, lay down, and pulled me in with her legs. I lifted them, took position, and thrust. Her body offered almost no resistance; she was a mature woman who knew perfectly well what she wanted. She looked me in the eye.

—Do whatever you want with me. Hard.

She took my hand and brought it to her throat.

—Squeeze.

That got me even hotter. I squeezed a little and increased the pace. Soon all you could hear was the slap of our bodies and the muffled gasps coming from her throat. Beside us, Rubén was fucking Nadia with a force I had never seen from him before, and on the divan the girls had changed positions.

—Slap me —Renata asked me.

I hesitated. I gave her a very light one, almost a caress.

—Harder.

I gave her another, a bit stronger. The sound made Nadia turn her head.

—I’m afraid of hurting you. I don’t know how to judge the strength.

—Look. Like this.

Renata slapped me back, hard enough to sting my face but not hurt me, and the sound drew Lorena’s attention. This woman liked playing hard for real. I let go of her hand and, this time, the slap did have an effect: her body clenched around me as she lifted her hips. She gave me another one, harder. That sensation of pain tightened me even more. I grabbed her by the throat and the hair.

—Do you like being hit? —I asked softly.

—More —she answered, never taking her eyes off me.

I gave her three small slaps and she lifted her hips, starting to come.

—More —she repeated, almost shouting.

I landed one that almost hurt me. Renata came like a madwoman, writhing. When we stopped, we realized the others had stopped fucking and were surrounding us, enjoying the show.

—I’m a masochist —she said, catching her breath—. Pain multiplies pleasure a thousandfold for me.

I said nothing, but the two slaps I’d received had me sky-high. I suggested changing the scene.

—Shall we go to the dark room?

—Better the cage —Ámbar jumped in—. The girls go in and whoever wants to can come.

We got to the cage and they went inside, bolting it from the inside. We pressed ourselves against the bars and immediately their hands and mouths were on us, while ours groped them from outside. As soon as people saw what was happening, they started to come closer, and the cage was soon surrounded by men offering up what they had. Renata opened the door and invited one of them in. The four of them threw themselves on him: two on their knees, Lorena kissing him, Ámbar pinching my wife’s nipples until she saw stars. Those women handled pain at will to amplify pleasure. We kept going until the guy finished all over them, all of them on their knees waiting.

***

We went out onto the terrace to hydrate. We’d been going nonstop all night and my body was still holding up. We went back to the bed area for a while and finished the night off with the six of us. It was an absolute blast. In the end, Renata said she’d see us another day; she wanted to come with us to the dungeon. She was one of those women the scene calls a switch, capable of changing roles and being both submissive and mistress. A delicious mature woman hiding a tigress beneath her elegant appearance.

We had gone from having zero activity in the scene to having our schedule full of plans. Next up was the weekend on the coast with Sonia and Marc. As I drove home, with Lorena asleep in the passenger seat, I thought that my wife had returned to the woman she’d been before. The one without taboos or any fear of experimenting. And I could not have been more addicted to that version of her.