The Night Everyone Watched Her at the Swingers’ Club

Told by both of us.

That had been much more than simply letting myself be watched. They had touched me and I had touched them, and having so many bodies close to me at once made me laugh at first, a nervous laugh that dissolved in my throat when a hand appeared out of nowhere in the darkness and began roaming over me.

It gave me an enormous fright. Mateo squeezed my fingers, calming me down, and I decided to let it happen. That stranger’s hand slid up my thigh, slipped beneath my skirt, and felt over my pussy through my panties, squeezing the bulge between two fingers until it found my clitoris. A flush rose from my belly to my face. The fingers pushed aside the soaked fabric and spread my lips, and one sank inside me without asking permission, moving slowly and feeling how wet I was. Another finger joined it and they began fucking me like that, while the thumb rubbed my clitoris in circles that made me moan against Mateo’s shoulder.

But apparently that wasn’t enough, because the hand was replaced by something else, firm and ready. I wasn’t quite sure what to do; in the end I held it, stroked it a little, felt the thickness of that unfamiliar cock, its tip already wet, the foreskin sliding down and up beneath my fist. Meanwhile Mateo was whispering in my ear about what was in the room next door, and my hand kept moving faster and faster, squeezing that hot cock that thrust its hips against my fist. Curiosity got the better of me and I asked him to take me there, letting go of the stranger’s cock with one final squeeze.

It was another world. A narrow, dark little room with a wall full of holes, and silhouettes of every size and color sticking out from those openings, one after another. Thick, veiny cocks, others thin and long, some dark, some almost white, all erect, all waiting. Mateo let go of my hand and left me alone, and for the first time that night I felt strangely calm. All of it was for me, in my honor, and I had never seen anything like it in my life.

I didn’t know which one to start with, so I went in order, grabbing the nearest one. I weighed it in my hand, stroked it from top to bottom, and felt like tasting it, so I kissed the tip, then kissed it again, licking the salty drop that appeared. I opened my mouth and slowly took it in, feeling that hard flesh fill my palate, sucking it hungrily until I heard the muffled moan from the other side. I pulled it out with a thread of saliva and moved on to the next, and the next, sucking one after another while I held two more in each hand and masturbated them in rhythm. Four cocks at once, and I was sharing my tongue and saliva among them like a madwoman. One spurted pre-cum onto my lips and I swallowed it without thinking.

When a voice quietly asked me to bring my hips closer, I did. I turned around, braced my hands against the wall, and pushed my ass back, letting them pull my panties aside. I didn’t dare move all the way in, but I felt the tip of a cock striking against me, searching for the entrance, sliding over my wet lips. It slipped in just a little, only the head, then another couple of centimeters, probing, and I nearly fainted when, on one of those attempts, it hit exactly the right spot and buried itself in one thrust. They fucked me through the hole, gripping my hips from the other side, pulling it out and driving it into me hard, while I opened my mouth to suck another one that approached from the front. I felt hot cum spilling inside me, a thick stream soaking my thighs when the cock withdrew, while at the same time another bitter semen filled my mouth, some of which I swallowed, letting the rest run down my chin.

When I came to my senses, I ran out of there, my panties soaked with someone else’s milk and my pussy throbbing, and threw myself at Mateo. I needed him inside me, without waiting another second. I opened his pants right there, pulled out his already-hard cock, and put it in my mouth with an urgency I hadn’t known I possessed, sucking all of it, right down to the root, while he held my head. Then I turned around, braced myself against the wall, and begged him to fuck me. He pressed himself against me from behind, pulled aside my still-dripping panties, and sank into me with one thrust, all the way to the bottom, tearing a long moan from me. He began pounding me hard, gripping my waist, his belly slamming against my ass with every thrust, and I tightened my pussy around his cock whenever he reached the end. He bit my neck, filled one hand with my breasts beneath my blouse, pinched my nipples until I gasped, and all I wanted was his embrace and his body against mine, something to bring me back down to earth—and he knows how to do that very well. I came around his cock with a shudder I couldn’t hide, and a few seconds later he released his load inside me, thrusting until the final spasm.

I’m still not sure, but I could swear that while we were doing it, hunched inside that opening, either Mateo had four hands or someone from one of the side openings had slipped in while I was busy. Hands were squeezing my breasts from the front while Mateo fucked me from behind, and they weren’t his. I’ll have to ask him.

In any case, I’m already eager to see what he comes up with tonight. I don’t know whether this can be topped, but it’s clear he has imagination to spare, and since it’s the last night we’ll spend together on the coast, it would make sense for him to have an apotheotic finale prepared. I think I’m going to miss him when he leaves. I’ll have to figure out how to deal with that, because I’m getting far too used to these outings.

***

She told me a little about the previous night. I suppose modesty kept her from going into detail, but I could almost imagine it from the way she threw herself at me inside the booth, her panties wet with someone else’s semen and her pussy still dilated by another cock. She mentioned something about other hands, and I preferred not to tell her about the guy who slipped in while we were doing it and fondled her breasts while I pounded her from behind. After all, it wasn’t important. Nothing had happened.

I waited until we were sitting on the terrace, well into the morning, coffee in front of us and her relaxed, before suggesting the day’s plan.

“I think you’re ready for the next step,” I told her.

“And what’s the next step?”

“Really exhibiting yourself. And, if you feel like it, fucking other people.”

“You’re not thinking of bringing someone here, are you?”

“No. We’re going out. Tonight we’re trying a swingers’ club.”

“Don’t talk to me in riddles. Translate that for me.”

I explained it calmly. I had only been a couple of times, years ago, with a previous partner, and it hadn’t gone well: she had been frightened as soon as someone brushed against her shoulder and never wanted to hear about it again. But with Valeria, I had the feeling this time would be different.

She laughed playfully at every detail I let slip. The dark room, similar to the one she already knew. The saunas, the small pool, the changing room for moving around the club, the code of gestures for accepting or rejecting someone. And most importantly, I repeated several times: she set the limit. It could be very narrow or as broad as she wanted, depending on what she discovered she liked and what made her hesitate.

“And I’ll be right beside you the whole time,” I added. “Whatever you do, we’ll always be holding hands.”

Then came the question of what she should wear. That almost made me laugh at her innocence. I told her there was a changing room where she could get changed, that she could stay in her underwear or put on a shawl until she gained confidence, but that the idea was to uncover herself little by little.

“And everyone will be like that, with nothing on?” she asked.

Everyone at their own pace, I told her. There were no written rules, but it looked odd to be dressed among people who weren’t. She let out an “ahhh” and began thinking. That wasn’t her real concern, because after a while she asked the question that truly worried her: what if we ran into someone we knew—a friend, a neighbor? The embarrassment of being found there.

“It could happen, of course,” I told her, “but think about it: if you run into someone you know in a place like that, they’re just as curious as we are. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. They’re there for the same reason you are. You greet each other naturally and go on your way.”

This time she laughed heartily. She found the idea of the two of us as a brazen secret couple amusing. She understood there was no point worrying about something that almost never happened. In the end she decided she would keep her panties on until they got in the way, if I didn’t mind.

I saw her nervous again after lunch, turning everything over in her head, asking what would happen if she didn’t feel like letting herself be touched, whether she had to fuck someone out of obligation, what she should do if she needed the bathroom. Her nerves were eating her up. She wanted to behave well and have a good time, but fear of the unknown got the better of her. I took her to lie down for a nap, together, without provoking her, so she would arrive at night clear-headed. She fell asleep in my arms.

When she woke up, it was time to get ready. She showered, put on makeup, and then began the usual ritual: deciding what to wear. I liked a pair of red panties, tiny and perfect for the occasion, because I had warned her that inside people usually went around in their underwear. And while she tried them on and looked at herself in the mirror, I kept asking what she had in mind: whether she would let herself be touched or not, whether she wanted to fuck someone, privately or where people could see. I think the conclusion was that she was open to anything, but first she wanted to understand what the whole thing was about.

She paced around the room in that red triangle of fabric, her breasts swaying whenever she bent over. I had to go take a shower so I wouldn’t break my own rule about not touching her before the fun began, because my cock was already getting hard from seeing her pert ass stuffed into that scrap of fabric. I came out when she was ready: a thin-strapped blouse with a low neckline, no bra, her nipples showing, and a matching skirt above the knee. Everything was discreet and elegant, and for that very reason even more provocative.

In the car I grabbed the edge of her skirt to see whether she had put on the red ones, but she slapped my hand away, laughing.

“You’ll see when we get there. Don’t rush.”

I concentrated on driving. I parked near a building with almost no signage, just a discreet little plaque beside the door. Inside, two women welcomed us and, when they learned it was our first time, gave us a fairly thorough talk about recommendations and rules. We paid and went to the changing room.

“Do we get naked now?” she asked.

“No need, but we can start. Underwear, with the shawl over it.”

We left our clothes in the booth. She was left in the famous panties and, indeed, no bra, with the shawl over her shoulders covering her breasts. We went to the bar, which was still quiet. Couples looked at us as we passed, noticing the newcomers, and we sat at a small table in the back. Slow music, warm light, a waitress who took our order and returned right away.

I told her we should finish our drinks and walk around to get a feel for the place. A couple of guys came over to ask her to dance; I turned them down with a gesture. Then I made it clear that if she fancied one of them, she should accept without hesitation, that was why we had come, and I didn’t want to be the one deciding for her.

She went out to dance with one of them, a sturdy but proper man, polite when asking and respectful when holding her. They stayed close for quite a while, and she came back flushed and happy.

“He dances very well. And he told me that if we need him for anything, we should give him a sign. You could tell he was hard while he danced. Very hard.”

“Ha, ha. He thinks he already has plans for the night. Put him on the list, just in case.”

“And now?”

“Let’s go to the dark room. You more or less know what it’s like. Then we’ll decide.”

We went down a dim staircase. There was no one there. The sign said it was preferably entered naked, so we took everything off, carried it in one hand, and held fingers with the other. I opened the door, and the darkness was total.

I felt her squeeze me, nervous. We moved slowly, keeping close to the wall, and she let out a little cry.

“A hand touched me.”

“Yes. Let them do whatever you want them to. That’s what it’s about.”

Hands began reaching out from everywhere as soon as they heard us. One seized a breast and pinched her nipple. Another went straight for her pussy, two fingers opening the way and sinking into her without ceremony. I heard her moan beside me, surprised at first, then yielding, and felt her breathing quicken as several hands pawed her at once: one on her breasts, another rubbing her clitoris, another searching for her ass from behind. One brushed me too, probing, but almost all of them were reaching for her. Halfway along, one grabbed my cock and moved up and down until it was hard, its palm closing around my glans and squeezing it in a slow rhythm. A curious finger stroked and weighed my balls, while beside me I heard Valeria’s moans because someone had found exactly the right spot and was making the most of it, fucking her with his fingers all the way in while his thumb worked her clitoris.

I left her there for a while, wanting her hot for the next step. Someone else knelt in front of her, because suddenly I heard her let out a muffled “Oh God,” and knew an unfamiliar mouth was eating her pussy while hands continued kneading her breasts. When I felt her go slack and tremble in little spasms, coming there on her feet with the fingers and tongues of two or three strangers inside and all over her, I pulled her along and we covered the remaining distance in a few seconds. The light gradually returned as we went upstairs, just enough to keep us from bumping into anyone. I saw her thighs shining with saliva and juices, her nipples reddened from all the pinching.

We reached a large room with an enormous bed occupying almost all of it. A group of four or five people entered ahead of us, in their underwear, acquainted with one another, people going about their business with confidence. They seemed nice, so we followed them. We found a space and lay down to kiss, so she could tell me privately—if the word private could even apply there—what she had felt before.

She told me she had liked it, but it wasn’t her thing. Too anonymous. Those hands could have belonged to anyone. We fell silent to watch the couple beside us: she was on top, riding with such force that he looked alarmed, her large breasts bouncing against his face with every movement, her pussy opening and closing around a thick cock sliding in and out, glistening with juices. Another couple approached; the woman held her breasts and squeezed them from behind, while the man offered his member to her mouth. The girl grabbed it eagerly and swallowed it down to her throat, the wet sound echoing through the room. That saved the poor man from an injury, because she stopped bouncing and surrendered to sucking enthusiastically, one hand at the base of that shaft, her tongue curling around the glans, her cheeks hollow as she sucked hard, while the other woman pressed against her from behind and licked her neck. I saw that the cock she had been riding remained buried all the way inside her, motionless and throbbing, while the guy grabbed her ass with both hands and spread it, exposing her clenched asshole.

“Should we go somewhere quieter?” I asked.

“Yes. We’d better keep moving.”

We passed the pool and hot tub, which I love, but she pulled a face at the thought of who might have been in them. She had a point. I began to worry that she would cool off and we would leave without fucking, so I searched until I found a little room for a single couple, empty and without a door. That no longer bothered her. We set aside the little clothing we had on and lay down, knowing that anyone passing by could see us.

And yes, people passed by and watched as I caressed and kissed her, as I slowly explored her body and she shuddered. I spread her legs and got between them, first with my tongue, licking her pussy from bottom to top and lingering on her clitoris until she began squeezing my head between her thighs. I sucked her until she hoarsely asked me to put it inside her already. I penetrated her without rushing, waiting for her to adjust, moving in and out little by little, giving her pleasure slowly, feeling her wet pussy close around my cock with every thrust. She stared at me, her face growing redder, beads of sweat on her forehead, calm and certain that we would come when we were ready. I lifted one leg, placed it over my shoulder, and fucked her from the side, sinking deeper until I heard her grunt each time I reached the end.

We began to attract an audience. They only watched; some touched themselves standing up, their cocks moving slowly in their hands as they observed us. She saw them and carried on, unconcerned, because in the end that was partly what she wanted: to have spectators, to be watched enjoying herself. No one approached or said anything, and she paused for a moment.

“Why are they just standing there? Everyone on the other side joined in.”

“Do you want them to come closer?”

“Nooo, I was just asking.”

“We haven’t invited them here. You have to give them a sign so they understand they’re welcome. If you see someone you like, don’t hesitate. This is your day.”

“And you?”

“It’s your day. I’d stay beside you, kissing you and taking care of you. Don’t worry.”

She stayed wrapped around me, giving me grateful kisses, lifting her hips to feel me better, tightening her pussy around my cock every time I pulled it out, until her gaze fixed on a corner of the room.

“You really don’t mind?” she whispered.

I moved aside to see what had caught her attention. It was the man from the dance, looking at her hungrily, not even touching himself, aroused simply by seeing her lying there at his disposal, legs spread and pussy shining with my saliva and her juices. He was the one we had been waiting for. I gave him an unmistakable sign and he approached slowly, removed what little he was wearing, and I saw her eyes widen when she saw his cock: thick, long, curved upward, its tip already dripping. He stroked her cheek and hair, ran his thumb over her lips, and she sucked it without hesitation, taking it into her mouth all the way to his hand, sucking it hungrily and lubricating it well, while I moved aside and gave him my place.

He positioned himself between her legs, grasped his cock, and ran the glans up and down her pussy lips, wetting himself thoroughly and probing the entrance. He sank into her with the same delicacy I had used, giving her time to take him, pushing in little by little, and she let out a long moan when she felt her pussy opening to accommodate that thickness. One centimeter, another, then another, until, unable to believe my eyes, I saw him completely inside her, his balls resting against Valeria’s ass. Then he began a frantic back-and-forth, desire on both sides, the man driving his whole pelvis into her, his thighs striking hers, the wet sound of his cock entering and leaving her soaked pussy. She dug her nails into his back and wrapped her legs around his waist so he could reach deeper, while I stared, transfixed, at her face, at the pleasure appearing whenever he reached the bottom, her mouth open and eyes half-closed. I caressed one of her breasts and pinched her nipple, and she turned her head to suck my fingers, thanking me with her eyes.

He sped up, grunting, gripping her hips to pound her harder, and she moaned loudly, arched her back, and I felt her entire body shake in a long orgasm that left her trembling beneath him. The man released everything a few seconds later: he buried himself to the hilt, held still, and let his load go inside her with a hoarse roar, clenching his teeth, while I watched his cock throb amid the moans, emptying itself completely. When they both came, moaning, I let him rest on top of her. He withdrew slowly, and I saw a little stream of semen escape her pussy, white and thick, sliding down onto the sheet. When she opened her eyes, she saw me beside her, my hand on her breast, and smiled gratefully. She blew me a kiss. That was payment enough for me, and I thought I still had many opportunities ahead, that nothing was over. The summer was still very long.