What Happened with the Other Couple at the Private Club

Daniela had said no at least five times in the car. Places like that weren't for us, she said; she'd die of embarrassment, and just looking was more than enough for her. I didn't insist. I simply parked in front of the club's discreet façade, with no sign, just a black door and a buzzer, and waited for her to decide on her own.

“One drink,” she said at last, squeezing my hand. “We'll have one drink and leave if I don't like it.”

“One drink,” I repeated.

We didn't leave.

***

We met Lucas and Vera at the bar. He looked about forty, broad-shouldered, with a calmness that put you at ease. She was petite, with dark hair cut to her jaw, and she had that way of looking at you that undressed you before you said a word. We started talking about the wine, about how hard it was to find the place the first time. Daniela laughed. I'd never seen her laugh like that with strangers.

“Is this your first time here?” Vera asked, playing with the rim of her glass.

“Is it that obvious?” my wife replied.

“It is, but that's the best part of all. You'll lose that look soon enough.”

Lucas placed a hand on Daniela's lower back when she got up to go to the bathroom. It wasn't groping, just a gesture, a question. And instead of pulling away, she looked to me to see what I would do. I did nothing. I smiled. And in that smile, without saying a word, I gave her permission.

***

The large room was at the back, separated by a heavy curtain. It smelled of perfume and sweat, and the light was so low that the silhouettes blurred together. There was an enormous, round bed in the center, surrounded by armchairs where other couples caressed each other unhurriedly, watching. No one spoke loudly. It was one continuous murmur, broken only by the occasional hoarse moan, the smack of a tongue against a wet pussy, the dry thudding of one body against another.

The four of us sat on the edge of the bed. Vera was the first to kiss me. She didn't ask anyone's permission; she simply turned her head, held the back of my neck, and kissed me slowly, biting my lip as she pulled away. Her hand went straight down to my crotch and squeezed my cock through my trousers, sizing me up, smiling against my mouth when she felt me get hard within seconds.

“Well, well,” she whispered. “This looks promising.”

A yard away, Lucas was doing the same to Daniela. He'd slipped his hand beneath her dress, and I could see perfectly how he moved his fingers between her thighs, how my wife opened her legs for him without stopping kissing him, how her first moan escaped when those stranger's fingers found her pussy and began to play with it. I opened my eyes just enough to see her close hers and surrender.

This isn't the woman who was refusing in the car.

Vera's hands had already unbuttoned my trousers and pulled my cock out into the open. Without preamble, she knelt and took the whole thing into her mouth, all the way down, sucking me slowly the first time, looking up at me with her lips stretched around my dick. She pulled it out with a smack and licked me from base to tip, pausing at the head, spitting on me before taking me back into her mouth.

“It's delicious,” she said, her voice husky. “I'm going to ride it until I break it.”

Beside us, Lucas had already torn Daniela's panties off and was eating her pussy hungrily, his face buried between her thighs, gripping her ass with both hands to pull her harder against his mouth. My wife writhed and panted with her mouth open, clutching a stranger's hair and asking for more without words, thrusting her pelvis against his tongue.

At some point the two women exchanged a look, and judging by what happened next, I swear they'd reached an agreement without speaking.

Like a rehearsed routine, they both sat up at the same time. They undressed unhurriedly, facing each other, ending up completely naked in front of everyone. Vera had tiny, very dark nipples, hard as stones. Daniela was taller, with heavy breasts swaying and neatly trimmed pubic hair gleaming with someone else's saliva. They put one leg on either side, one over me and the other over Lucas, and held our cocks to position them at the entrances to their pussies. They lowered themselves together, slowly, swallowing us inch by inch until their asses rested against our thighs.

Daniela let out a moan I'd never heard from her, not even in ten years together. A guttural, obscene moan from a woman being fucked for the first time by a cock that wasn't the usual one.

“Fuck,” she panted, throwing her head back. “Fuck, you're so big.”

I grabbed Vera's breasts and the riding began. She moved in circles, squeezing my dick with the walls of her pussy, rising and falling with a rhythm that knew exactly what it was doing. I pinched her nipples, bit her neck, put two fingers in her mouth for her to suck, and she obeyed, laughing, sinking down harder each time, soaking my balls with her wetness.

Beside us, Daniela rode Lucas as if she'd been doing it all her life. She held onto his shoulders, lifting herself almost until his tip slipped free, then dropping back down and impaling herself on his cock to the hilt, with a wet slapping sound audible above everything else. Her tits bounced with every thrust. Lucas sucked one nipple and then the other, and slapped her ass sharply, leaving it red.

Applause broke out. A couple in the audience kept the rhythm, the woman standing and bent over, fucked by her man, who whispered something in her ear while driving his cock into her all the way to the balls.

“Say something to them, sweetheart,” he murmured.

“Sit properly on those cocks or I'll do it myself,” she called out to us, her voice breaking. “Fuck them until you empty them. And you, speed up, gorgeous, these bastards have me right on the edge.”

Vera laughed without stopping her movements. She dug her nails into my chest and sped up, bouncing on my cock with a new fury, squeezing me every time she rose as if she didn't want to let me go. Daniela wasn't even listening. Her head was thrown back, her hair stuck to her face, her nails buried in Lucas's shoulders, and a thread of saliva hung from her mouth and fell between her breasts.

“More, more, more,” she repeated like a mantra. “Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop.”

Seeing her like that, surrendered in front of strangers, with another cock inside her making her moan like never before, aroused me in a way I couldn't explain. It wasn't jealousy. It was pride and desire mixed together, something thick that rose through my chest and went straight down to my balls. I grabbed Vera by the hips and began thrusting up into her, fucking her hard and making her scream.

“Don't come yet,” Vera panted, pressing herself against me. “Wait, wait… I want us both to come together. Look at Daniela, look at her…”

We didn't wait long. The woman in the audience began to tremble and came with a ragged scream, her man pumping her from behind without mercy, setting the others off. Daniela was next. I felt her clamp down on Lucas—I saw it in his face, in the way she opened her mouth without a sound coming out, in how every muscle in her body went taut—convulsing on his cock, coming with screams in front of thirty strangers, and as she did, she reached for me, as if she needed to touch me so she wouldn't lose herself completely. I gave her my fingers. She squeezed them hard enough to hurt.

“I'm coming, I'm coming, fuck, I'm coming,” she shrieked, still riding. “Don't stop, keep going, keep going…”

“Now,” Vera said against my ear. “Now, with me. Come inside me; I want to feel it hot.”

And I let go inside her, shooting in waves, feeling my semen fill her pussy and spill down her thighs as she came at the same time, biting my shoulder so she wouldn't scream, squeezing my cock with spasms that milked me of every last drop. Daniela was watching me from a yard away, still trembling on another man, seeing perfectly how I came inside another woman.

***

Afterward came the strange calm that always follows. Vera didn't move off me; she rested her head in the hollow of my shoulder and lay still, my cock still inside her, slowly loosening.

“Don't move,” she asked. “I want to feel it slacken. And feel all your come leaking out of me. That was incredible.”

“I don't know if this is going to loosen anytime soon,” I replied, smelling her hair.

“All the better.”

Beside me, Lucas kissed Daniela's neck without pulling out of her yet. My wife had her eyes half-open and a loose, drunken smile despite not having had anything to drink, and Lucas's cock protruded between her legs, shiny and wet with her juices. When our eyes met, she didn't look away. Something had changed between us that night, and we both knew it.

Little by little, the spectators left the room until the four of us were alone on that enormous bed.

“We should order something to drink and relax in the hot tub for a while,” I suggested.

“Yes,” Daniela said, her voice still breathless, “but wait a little.” Lucas was still inside her, kissing her shoulder and barely moving. “Give me a minute. I don't want to take him out yet.”

***

The women went to touch up their makeup in the dressing room. Vera winked at Daniela in a way that made it clear the touch-up was going to be quite literal, and on the way she slipped a hand beneath Daniela's ass as they walked. We ordered drinks and got into the hot water of the Jacuzzi to wait.

I genuinely liked Lucas. We talked about ordinary things—work, how long they'd been involved in this, how Vera had convinced him rather than the other way around. Meanwhile, two young men who had been watching us approached the edge of the Jacuzzi and asked permission to sit nearby.

“Do you come here often?” Lucas asked them.

“We're going to start coming more often,” one of them replied, looking toward the curtain. “To see if we can join you sometime.”

“Consider it done,” Lucas said. “Stay close, and when the girls come back we'll all have a drink together.”

***

When Daniela and Vera returned, freshly made up and smelling of new perfume, they found the Jacuzzi more crowded than they'd left it. Daniela arched an eyebrow when she saw the two young men.

“Well, well, well,” she said as she got into the water. “You change plans quickly. I'm going to get jealous.”

“Don't be mad,” one of the young men said, not quite daring to speak up. “If you want, you can borrow mine.”

Daniela laughed—that new, uninhibited laugh—and looked at Vera.

“I won't say no to that either. Come on, Vera, this poor boy is very lonely.”

I stayed on the other side of the Jacuzzi, glass in hand. Daniela noticed.

“And you? You're just sitting there stunned. Aren't you coming closer?”

“I'm enjoying watching what you do,” I replied. “I'll have my drink and enjoy the show.”

“As you like,” she said, biting her lip. “But you should know that you'll have to finish me off.”

“Don't doubt it.”

***

What happened next I remember in fragments, like a dream with too much light. Vera sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi with her legs spread wide, showing us her shaved pussy, still swollen from the earlier session. One of the young men knelt between her thighs and began eating her with a novice's desperation, his tongue clumsy and hungry, while Daniela moved beside him, occasionally pushing the boy's face aside to put her own tongue on Vera's clitoris, sucking it until she screamed. They took turns: one tongue, then the other, then both at once, my wife kissing a stranger with the taste of another woman's pussy still in her mouth.

“Yes, fuck, like that,” Vera panted, gripping Daniela's hair so she wouldn't let go of her clitoris. “Suck it, gorgeous, suck it properly.”

Meanwhile, Lucas got tangled up with the other young man, who had pulled his cock out of the water and let Lucas masturbate him with a nervous laugh, never stopping watching what the women were doing. And I, who had only wanted to watch, discovered that seeing my wife suck another woman's pussy while a guy in his early twenties pawed her ass from behind turned me on more than anything I'd ever done. My cock went hard as a rock beneath the water.

The boy with Daniela grew bolder. He lifted her ass above the surface and buried his tongue between her buttocks, licking everything, pussy and asshole at once, while she kept sucking Vera. He pushed two fingers into her pussy and pumped hard. Then he stood behind her, positioned himself, and slammed his cock into her in one thrust, bracing himself on my wife's hips to fuck her brutally, splashing water everywhere.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Daniela panted, her mouth still pressed to Vera's pussy. “Put it all the way in, don't be gentle, fuck me hard.”

They brought her to the edge three times without letting her finish. One hand here, one tongue there, the boy's cock pulling out just as she began to tremble, Vera's fingers dipping down to brush her clitoris and withdrawing at the last second. Daniela endured the first. The second time she moaned in frustration and cursed them. The third time she couldn't take it anymore, her eyes full of tears of rage and pleasure.

“Martín,” she panted, finding me with her eyes above the water. “Please come here and finish me, these bastards are going to kill me. I need you, come, come now…”

“There you are,” Vera said, satisfied. “All yours. I'll take care of this one myself.”

And without giving anyone time to react, Vera grabbed the boy by the cock, stood up, and mounted him right there on the edge of the Jacuzzi, impaling herself in one motion with a long moan.

I set down my drink. I came closer through the hot water. Daniela threw her arms around my neck and kissed me as she hadn't kissed me in years, hungrily, somewhat desperately, with her mouth open and her tongue hot, tasting of another woman.

“Put it in me now,” she begged against my mouth. “Make me come, please, I can't take it anymore, my pussy's burning.”

“I just wanted to see you enjoy yourself,” I told her.

“Shut up. Shut up and fuck me. God, I love you, idiot.”

I lifted her by the ass, braced her against the edge of the Jacuzzi, and made my way between her legs in the hot water. I buried my cock in her in a single thrust, all the way to the bottom, and she collapsed against my chest with a long, deep orgasm that left her voiceless from the very first stroke. I grabbed her hips and started fucking her in earnest, driving my cock into her with all the pent-up fury of having watched her fucked by two men that same night. She surrendered to it, moaning, clinging to my neck, her tits bouncing against my chest.

“Yes, yes, like that, mine, you're mine,” she repeated between moans. “Even if I fuck half the world, you'll always be mine, always you.”

She moaned as if she'd won something, as if everything she'd refused in the car were escaping all at once through her mouth. She came again, trembling all over, squeezing my cock with her pussy until it nearly creaked. I pulled out at the last moment, laid her back against the edge, and came in thick spurts over her belly, splattering her tits, navel, and pubic mound, while she ran her fingers through my come and brought them to her mouth, sucking them clean without taking her eyes off me.

“Good boy,” she panted, exhausted, her nails still dug into my back.

***

The young men had finished what they came for and were saying goodbye to Vera and Lucas. Daniela was still pressed against me, unable to speak, her forehead resting on my collarbone and semen still trickling between her breasts.

“Not bad, huh?” Vera said, running her fingers through her hair. “But nothing like the first party, with Martín. Right, Daniela?”

“I can't even talk,” my wife murmured. “Between all of you, you've left me completely wrecked.”

“You're fantastic friends,” Lucas said, pouring another round. “We've had a great time. I have an idea: this winter we'll go down to Lisbon. There's a club there you have to see. Right, Vera?”

“Yes,” she replied, delighted. “And you and I are going shopping for the occasion. I'll get the house ready, and that's that.”

I looked at Daniela.

“What do you say?”

“What do you mean, what do I say?” She finally sat up, her legs still trembling. “Of course. I wouldn't miss it for the world.”

And she threw herself into Vera's arms, and they kissed slowly, without an audience this time, simply because they wanted to, their tongues appearing between their lips and their hands seeking each other's nipples beneath the water.

“And you didn't even want to go inside the place,” I said when they pulled apart.

Daniela held my gaze, wet, satisfied, another woman and still the same one.

“Shut up and give me my drink,” she said. “You're one of a kind.”