Just Looking?

She had to admit that she wanted to see for herself. She didn’t consider herself to be a slut wife — just a regular wife with a healthy curiosity about what goes on inside a swingers club. Still, the idea of voluntarily walking into a sex club made her nervous—especially after what she’d heard about the guys there not respecting boundaries very well.

“No pressure. We’re just going to watch and check things out,” her husband told her.

They gave the kids their marching orders for the night and told them they’d pop in and give them kisses goodnight when they got home…whenever that might be. And they were off.

She had a vision in her head of how things might go if they were going to a club like this to participate. For starters she would wear crotchless panties—or maybe no panties—and she probably would wear a skirt for easier access. Just going to watch and check things out, however, didn’t require any special preparation or wardrobe. She had straightened her hair, but she was just wearing jeans and a black shirt.

Knowing that they weren’t going there to take part and that she didn’t go out of her way to dress sexy didn’t do anything to slow down her desire. As they drove she imagined what kind of things they might see: women sucking guys cocks, guys fucking women. Would it be dark? Would they be discreet? All she knew was that her pussy was dripping wet in anticipation of what they would see.

When they got to the parking lot of the establishment she wondered why her husband drove past spots right near the door to park in a far corner of the lot. Then he surprised her by pulling out a big fat joint. “A little something to take the edge off before we head in,” he said.

He fired it up and they took turns inhaling deep puffs of weed. This was good shit. She had almost forgotten how awesome it is to smoke really great weed. She could feel it start to affect her—that “I-feel-very-good-and-nothing-can-bring-me-down” feeling that tingles from head to toe. It also made her pussy that much hotter. Being high always made her want a cock in her. Maybe she was more of a slut wife than she was willing to admit.

Her husband put the joint out and stashed it in a container in the glove compartment. She thought they were going to get out and head in, but he had another surprise. He pulled out a bottle of peach vodka and a couple shot glasses. “I REALLY want to take the edge off,” he said as he poured them each a shot. On the count of three they slammed them. Then another. Then a third.

OK. Now, they were ready to go in.

They paid their entrance fee at the door and made their way inside. It was dimly lit. It was light enough to move about, but dark enough to offer some sense of “privacy” for whatever might be going on in the various rooms and corners.

She held his hand tight as they walked around to check it out. There didn’t seem to be many people there, and it was actually sort of a disappointment compared to the wonton orgy she had envisioned on the way here. She was pretty sure she saw one woman giving a guy a hand job on a sofa, but that was about it.

They made it up to the second floor and found an empty couch to relax on. She was almost disappointed that this wasn’t being put to use because it had a stripper pole at either end of the couch. It certainly had potential for exciting things to happen. Between the weed and the alcohol, though, she was starting to feel pretty wasted and she was glad for a chance to just sit down for a while.

They sat there for a few minutes and then her husband unveiled yet another surprise. Somehow, he had managed to sneak in her masquerade mask. “I thought you might feel more relaxed if you were anonymous,“ he said as he placed it on her face and tied it snugly behind her head.

Then he pulled their thumb cuffs out of his pocket. Before she could wrap her head around what was going on in her inebriated state he placed her hands around one of the stripper poles and locked the thumb cuffs on. Now she was on the couch sideways—basically on her hands and knees—unable to remove her hands from around the pole.

“Wait. What are you doing?” she asked, suddenly concerned about her predicament.

He didn’t answer her. Instead he pulled her shirt over her bra and up to her shoulders. Then he unhooked her bra and pushed it up—leaving her breasts exposed.

As she continued to try and make sense of what was going on, she noticed that they had attracted an audience. These clubs were generally occupied by a few couples and a lot of horny, single men just hoping to get some action. The men who come alone may very well be married or have a girlfriend who doesn’t know he’s there, and the men who come as a couple generally have open relationships and understanding partners. Regardless of why they were there, a few of the men gathered to watch. She expected to be disgusted or horrified in some way—or at least embarrassed—but really, she just found it incredibly hot. Maybe it was the weed.

Her husband was behind her, so she couldn’t see, but he motioned to them to come over. Four men walked toward her and she started to get nervous…but also felt like she was on the verge of an orgasm. She suddenly understood the wisdom of both the weed and the mask. Her husband knew what she wanted, and he knew she would need a little “coaxing” to let it happen. The mask freed her to be as slutty as she wanted while still being anonymous.

One of them reached out to cup her dangling tits. He gently pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it back and forth until it was erect. One of the other guys decided to join in—working similar magic on her other nipple. Having two strange men touch her tits at the same time had set her pussy on fire.

Her nipples weren’t the only things getting erect. A third stranger unzipped his pants and pulled down his underwear to reveal a large semi-erect cock. He moved to the end of the couch where her head was and placed the head of his cock on her lips. She parted her lips and swallowed as much as she could. He began to fuck her mouth—slowly and gently at first, but eventually he grabbed the back of her head and shoved his entire massive cock into her throat. She gasped for air and gagged on his cock. He picked up the pace, ramming his cock into her mouth, and then exploded. She gulped down the cum as fast as she could and sucked his cock clean.

One of the men pinching her nipples decided it was his turn. He unzipped his pants and shoved his cock into her mouth. The fourth man had been watching up to now, but he had removed his pants and was pumping his erect cock. He had bigger plans.

He moved behind her and reached around to unsnap and unzip her jeans. He slid the jeans off her ass and down to her knees and rubbed her pussy and clit through her soaking wet panties. Then he pulled the panties down to her knees as well—exposing her ass and cunt. He got onto the couch behind her and positioned his erect cock at the entrance to her pussy.

She had a sudden moment of clarity and pulled back from the cock in her mouth to tell the stranger that he needed to wear a condom. He laughed and thrust forward—impaling his entire cock in her cunt.

As he started to fuck her as hard as he could, she tried to look for her husband. She wondered why he wasn’t doing something about this. Then she noticed him in a chair across from the couch—jacking his erect cock off with his right hand while he recorded everything that was going on with his iPhone in his left hand. “I guess this is happening,” she thought.

Once she reconciled herself with the idea that she was getting gangbanged whether she liked it or not—and she had no control over the situation—she could just embrace the situation and be a total slut. The truth was she didn’t want him to wear a condom. He rammed her fast. And hard. And fast. And hard. With every thrust of his cock into her cunt she was forced forward onto the cock she was sucking—forcing it deeper into her throat. She loved it.

She could tell the guy fucking her was getting ready to cum and she wanted to tell him not to cum in her pussy. But, then she decided he probably wouldn’t listen. Besides, she REALLY wanted to feel his hot cum shooting into her. She got her wish. He came hard. Her whole body shook from her own orgasm as she came all over his throbbing cock as it pulsed cum deep inside her cunt. She could feel the cum dripping from her pussy and running down her thigh as he pulled out. Then the man fucking her mouth shot his load of cum into her mouth.

She thought that she was done, but she forgot about the fourth guy—the one who had been cupping her tits and pinching her nipples this whole time. He wanted to take things to a different level.

He climbed onto the couch behind her and started rubbing the cum all over her cunt—rubbing her clit. He lubed up his thumb with the juice of her cum mixed with the cum of the guy who fucked her and pushed it into her ass as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and forcefully pulled her head back.

Then, as he pulled her hair so hard she thought he was going to just rip it out, he spanked her bare ass with his other hand as hard as he could. The sting of his hand made her wince and brought tears to her eyes. He did it again. And again. And again. Her ass was hot and red from the impact of his hand against her skin. SMACK! His hand came down on her ass again—a little lower this time. He started to spank her ass and pussy at the same time. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

She heard the familiar sound of metal tinkling that indicated he was unbuckling his belt. She was excited because her pussy was burning with desire to have a cock in it. He had a different idea. He whipped her bare ass with the belt. She screamed in pain as the leather left a welt on her ass. He whipped her again. She started to cry. He whipped her again. And again. And again. Her ass was red, and welted, and bruised, and tears were streaming down her face.

She looked over at her husband to see if he was going to step in and stop this. This is what he wanted, though. She saw that he was still watching her and recording her situation for his personal pleasure while some girl was on her knees sucking his cock.

The man spanking her finally stopped whipping her with the belt, and instead wrapped it around her neck and pulled the belt through the buckle so she was wearing it like a leash. Then he got on his knees behind her and put the head of his cock against her anus. Between the weed, the alcohol, and the punishment she’d experienced up to now she thought she was more or less numb…until he shoved his entire erect cock into her ass in one stroke.

Pain seared through her whole body as he began to pummel her ass with his cock. She began to wonder if it even was his cock or if he was fucking her ass with a baseball bat. He rammed her as hard as he could with deep, long strokes. Finally, when he was ready to cum he pulled out and quickly moved in front of her. She opened her mouth to take his cock in and swallow his cum, but instead he sprayed his cum all over her face and in her hair.

She lost track of time. Between the alcohol, the weed, and the orgasms, her entire body was just a flood of sensations and she couldn’t tell if she’d been fucking for 10 minutes or 4 hours. She wasn’t sure if she had passed out or what, but the next coherent moment she had she realized that the four guys were all gone. So was the girl who had sucked her husband’s cock and swallowed his cum. Her husband walked over and unlocked the thumb cuffs. He pulled her bra back down and hooked it in the back and pulled down her shirt. Then he helped her to her feet and pulled up her panties and zipped and buttoned her pants.

They drove home and kissed the kids goodnight without talking about what had happened. It actually started to get blurry in her mind and she started to question whether it really happened or if it was just a weed and alcohol induced hallucination.

Things cleared up really quick a few days later when they got in bed and her husband played the video for her. The couple had mind-blowing sex that night and started making plans for their next “date night” at the swingers club.