When I met my husband, he told me after a while that he had often been to a club with his ex-girlfriend and had practiced partner swapping. The stories that I heard from him when I asked about them were quite something. It had never been my world, but I still felt a tingling sensation inside me. We talked about it for a while, but over time the topic became rare until it completely fizzled out.
I don’t remember what the reason was, but my husband made me an interesting suggestion. Since he was a photographer and I sometimes acted as his model, he suggested a couple’s shoot. At first I wasn’t sure what he meant, but then it dawned on me. Finding a male model seemed relatively easy. The idea of kissing a stranger in front of my husband’s camera and taking first sophisticated, beautiful and then erotically lascivious photos turned me on. Shortly before Christmas, two young men got in touch, but unfortunately neither of them was suitable for us. We had to wait, and although I had never waited for it, this time I actually waited.
We had been chatting to each other since the beginning of our relationship and it didn’t stop when we moved in together. He in particular came up with the most absurd ideas of protagonists that we played with, that became part of our fantasies and of course it was always very erotic. We learned about our hidden desires, came up with new ideas and played out all sorts of different scenes. I wanted to see him fuck another woman in front of me at some point and he was turned on by the idea of two or three men having fun with me.
That was by no means everything. There was much more that seemed possible. At least in the area of fantasy, our eroticism was highly developed. The chat was very lively and there was also the opportunity to pick up the topic again in writing. We had gotten into the habit of putting everything that was not directly related to the chat scene in brackets so that it was clear: this is now real. I took the opportunity to simply ask whether we should register on a website for erotic meetings. And that’s what we did a few days later.
Success was not long in coming. A young, nice-looking guy showed interest. We wrote a few messages back and forth and finally arranged to meet up to get to know each other. We were absolutely sure that it was a good fit. Similar preferences and interests, but the evening went in such a way that we couldn’t explain it even afterwards. After two hours of tension and arguments about nothing, we went home exhausted. That couldn’t be it. A few messages later, we decided to try a club, but with mixed feelings, because we had heard very different stories there too.
My clothes were not suited to going to clubs. We had often talked about going out for a frivolous night or going to a CMNF party, a concept that I really liked. I found everything in my wardrobe, but nothing that would make my figure look even more attractive. That wasn’t a big problem, but it was one. I found a tight, short dress on an extremely erotic website that I liked. When it finally arrived and I tried it on, I definitely felt very feminine. It accentuated my bottom, my breasts and made me look like what my husband certainly liked: a slut.
With make-up on our faces, high heels on our feet and my dress wrapped up, we set out for our first visit to the club days later. After we had paid, we were shown the different rooms. It wasn’t very busy, probably too early, and there were only a few couples doing something. We didn’t find it very spectacular. When the tour was over, we first went to the bar and had a drink. Then we explored the club together again and ended up in a separate room for ourselves. We left the door open, there weren’t many people there anyway.
I knew that my husband liked my outfit and that I had already received a few lascivious glances from the few men present. I had noticed a certain restlessness in my husband since we had entered the club. The atmosphere seemed to turn him on, even though not much had actually happened.
He pulled me down to the floor and kissed me for a while until I became more aroused. Then he slowly took off my dress so that I was only wearing my lingerie. He was into sexy lingerie, which he saw on my body far too rarely. He took his time exploring my body with his hands as if it were new territory. I liked it, it was unusual, he was usually faster until I realized why. We were being watched by three men who were standing in the doorway.
At first I was shocked. Then it became clear to me that this was exactly what was really turning him on. Without taking off my bra, he exposed my breasts and pressed them together, probably to indicate that they were suitable for a titfuck. When he pushed my panties to the side and I felt his wet tongue, it didn’t take long before I forgot about our three observers. We had also played through such constellations numerous times in our chats. The thought of first being observed and then being taken by three men and fucked in every hole turned me on and him too.
Just as I was getting hot, he suddenly stopped licking me, looked first at the three observers, then at me as if he wanted to get my consent. I was neither able to say yes nor no. Highly aroused as I was, I wanted to feel a cock and maybe even several. Before I could decide for or against, my husband slowly withdrew
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I didn’t know what to do, thought about it for a moment, but then I felt many hands on my body, gently stroking me. There were too many sensations on my skin. I got wetter and wetter, didn’t even pay attention to what the men looked like, noticed that there was a younger man and two older men. I closed my eyes until my pussy got even wetter. One licked me, one squeezed my tits, worked on my nipples and a hard cock rubbed against my lips.
I opened my mouth and began to lick him gently, while the tongue on my pussy drove me more and more crazy. The hornier I got, the deeper I took the cock into my mouth, licked his balls and since his cock wasn’t that huge, I took his balls and his hard cock into my mouth at the same time. He didn’t know this and moaned loudly. My oral skills are not to be sniffed at and when he noticed that he was coming deep inside, he started to fuck my throat on his own, which turned me on even more. Being licked and fucked in the throat at the same time while someone else pushed his cock between my breasts made me hornier and hornier. I didn’t even notice my husband anymore.
I came completely unexpectedly and screamed my horniness into the room. Then I was taken really hard by the three of them. One lay on his back and pulled me on top of him, while the other moistened my anus with his tongue and then pushed his cock into my ass. The other made use of my mouth, slapped his hard cock on my tongue and repeatedly penetrated my mouth-cunt deep. I couldn’t think anymore, my lower abdomen was throbbing and running hot. I came a few more times and when the men finally gathered around me to shoot their semen, my husband joined them too. One after the other they jerked off while I opened my lips and looked him in the eyes. A lake of sperm spread in my mouth. My husband was the last to ejaculate in my mouth. Swallow by swallow I let the sperm run down my throat and pushed what had landed on my face into my mouth, which the men obviously liked.
Later, when we got home, my husband fucked me hard, calling me his whore, his slut. The next morning we realized that this would not be our last visit to the club. There was still a lot to try out.
