Club Erotix

“Thanks, man. Keep the change.”

I hand the bartender cash for the drink, moving back through the crowd. Man, this club is packed tonight.

I mean, it makes sense. Sex-friendly clubs aren’t exactly a dime a dozen. I wonder where my wife has gotten to? The lights are low, but a brightly colored spotlight illuminates the floor. As I approach the dance floor, I’m starting to get nervous.

She was so enthusiastic about the idea of us coming here, but maybe she’s having second thoughts? And I wouldn’t blame her. Don’t get me wrong, the vibe here is super friendly and welcoming - I mean, there are condoms and private areas available everywhere you look. But maybe it’s a bit… much.

Or… Maybe not.

But even after all this time, she can still surprise me. Because… there she is, getting along just fine on her own.

I guess I shouldn’t have underestimated her because there, Under that spotlight is my gorgeous, unbelievably fuckable wife in a slinky white dress, dancing like I haven’t seen in ages.

She’s swaying to the music, her hips moving in sync with the beat. Her eyes are closed, luxuriating under the spotlight.

Between the curve of her waist, perfectly shaped ass, I feel like just about the luckiest man on earth.

As she turns, the light hits her perfectly, and I can suddenly make out the shape of her breasts, gently bouncing in time with the music. And let’s be honest–there’s not much to that sheer white dress. The shape and color of her nipples are clearly visible through the fabric.

Holy fuck… I barely register the taste of my drink as I admire the view. And to the surprise of no one, I’m not the only one.

A man about our age, maybe a little younger, is watching her too. He dances near her, their eyes making direct, purposeful contact. I watch her smile at him–the same cat-like, fucking sexy smile I know so well.

I get a little closer to get a better look. And as I do, she spots me in the crowd, and I see that glint in her eye. I don’t know what she’s planning, but I’m happy to watch and see what happens.

She crooks a finger at the man, and he gets closer, placing his hands on her hips. They sway back and forth, their bodies flush against one another. Slowly, she turns on the spot and presses her ass against him, leaning back. Her head presses against the open curve of his neck, and I watch her lips move, telling him something.

Watching her like this… It’s fucking hot. We’ve done this kind of thing before—taken men and women home, but nothing like this. Nothing so brazen and public.

I love seeing her like this… free and uninhibited, confident that she could have her pick of just about anyone in this club. And she’d be right.

I move closer, not wanting to miss any of the action. The man knows how to dance, and he makes a show of the way he’s appreciating my wife’s body as he moves against her. His hands skim up her hips to her waist, pulling at the skimpy fabric so it rides up her thighs. I catch a glimpse of red, lacy panties.

Oh, fuck.

My cock twitches at the sight. They’ve got an audience now, strangers admiring the way she moves. The man’s hands travel up her waist, skimming the underside of her breasts. One strap slips down her shoulder. The dress, already leaving very little to the imagination, exposes even more cleavage.

And then my wife’s eyes open, meeting mine. Her mouth parts, and she gives me a slow, sensual smile as she takes the stranger’s hand… And moves it in between her thighs.

Her partner doesn’t hesitate and even from here, I can see his hand beginning to move between her thighs as they continue to dance. The contrast of his skin, her skin and those red, lacy panties is so visceral I can’t look away as he strokes her over them.

“Hmm…”

Her eyes stay locked on mine the whole time he touches her. Her tongue darts out, wetting her full lips and drawing my attention to her perfect, pouting mouth.. A thrill runs through me, my cock growing as I imagine how wet her pussy is already. His hand moves along the fabric, circling. Her mouth falls open in pleasure.

His hand reaches into her panties, and I watch it move. His fingers circle her pussy before pumping in and out… In and out. Watching her get lost in pleasure, even if I’m not the one giving it to her, is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

When she’s like this, the whole world falls away. I mean, the music is intense, but not loud enough to stop me from hearing her from several feet away.

“Oh, fuck…”

The stranger’s hand increases in rhythm. My wife’s head is thrown back on his shoulder. They’ve started attracting attention on the dance floor, but my wife doesn’t seem to notice.

The looks, however, are like mine, similarly seduced by her energy and pleasure. My cock is rock hard now. I can’t contain myself any longer—with a swig of my drink, I palm my cock through my pants.

“Oh my God…”

“Please…”

I watch the stranger whisper in her ear. My wife nods, then takes his hand, slowly withdrawing it from her panties. While looking right at me, she brings his hand up to her mouth, licking his fingers like they’re dessert. Then she gives me a grin, biting her lip. I have a feeling she’s got something up her sleeve…

I watch my wife whisper in the stranger’s ear, then point to me. The stranger turns to me, curious. When he spots me, he looks me up and down and gives me a half-smile. He must like what he sees, because my wife takes his hand and leads him to me.

“Hey, baby. Long time no see…”

“Hey, love.”

I lean down to kiss my wife, the stranger’s hand still in hers.

“Follow me.”

The stranger and I look at one another.

“Perfect.”

We follow my wife’s lead as she walks us through the crowd, parting a heavy black curtain.

Beyond the curtain is a dimly lit lounge with a large, cushioned bench. An oversized ottoman sits in front of it. The lounge looks like a swanky, speakeasy dream.

My wife pulls us both onto the bench, positioning herself between us. She pulls me close, wrapping her arms around me. She kisses me, opening her mouth to mine, our tongues mingling together.

She’s never been more beautiful, or sexier to me than she is right now. I feel her arch into me, gasping into my mouth and when I open my eyes, I can see the stranger’s hand has moved between her thighs as we kiss. He starts playing with her pussy, teasing it like he did on the dance floor..

“Oh… Oh my god… That feels so fucking good… ”

She starts to writhe on the bench. I part her legs, placing one foot on the bench and the other on the ottoman, steadying her as the stranger pulls down her panties.

“Fuck, your pussy is gorgeous.”

As he fingers her, the straps of her dress fall off her shoulders, exposing her breasts, her nipples hard and pointed as he works her.

It doesn’t take long for her to get close to the edge, and I watch, my cock straining as she writhes in a stranger’s arms while he pleases her.

“Oh my god…”

For a moment, she sits there, sated and panting. Her breasts heaving, she turns to the stranger.

“I’m feeling a little greedy…”

She gets to her knees at his feet, tugging his jeans and boxers down in one swift movement. She blatantly stares at his dick, hard and proud and already dripping. With a mischievous look in her eye, she wastes no time, taking it in her mouth right away. She gives a long, slow lick along his shaft, then circles the tip.

“Oh my God… Jesus Christ. ”

As she sucks his cock, I take out mine. It’s been hard and ready since watching my wife dance. I start pumping myself with measured, familiar strokes, watching them from across the bench. Her mouth works him, but it's the curve of her exposed skin that’s driving me wild.

“Holy shit, babe. You look so fucking good like this…”

Between watching the bounce of her exposed breasts, and her dress riding up her ass, her bare pussy is on perfect view to me. I love watching her play, but it’s not enough. I’m ready to take her.

“Baby, I’m getting close. Get on top of me.”

With one last lick at the tip of his cock, my wife releases him from her mouth. Then she gets off her knees, straddling me. With a practiced ease, she positions me at her slick entrance and I slide in effortlessly.

“Fuckkk, you feel so good.”

“Oh, baby…”

She adjusts on my cock, rocking her hips into me so she can get a better view of our guest. Her eyes are heavy and full of pleasure as she turns to the stranger.

“Come here.”

He stands, placing one foot on the bench to get closer to her, his cock still hard. She reaches for him and he lets her take his cock as she pulls him closer, positioning him against her lips.

Her mouth closes over him, and she’s making greedy little sounds as he fills her mouth and I fill her pussy. With both hands on her waist, I keep her steady, fucking her as the stranger’s cock pumps her mouth.

“Oh fuck…”

I feel my wife start to writhe, grinding on my cock as she's getting closer. And she’s not the only one. I’m close to coming. Even the stranger is pumping in and out faster, losing the rhythm.

“Oh my God.”

My wife holds the stranger’s cock in her mouth, and as he lets out a low, hissing sigh.

When he’s spent, my wife opens her mouth, showing us both her mouth full of his thick the white cum. Then she closes her mouth, swallowing all of it except for one drip that rolls over her swollen lips and down her chin.

That sends me over the edge. I grab my wife’s breasts as she bounces on my cock, harder and faster than before.

“That’s right, come for me, baby.”

“I’m gonna… oh god, yes…”

My wife sits up and settles on the bench beside me, panting.

“Oh my God…”

She reaches over to the stranger, pulling him into a kiss.

“You two are so fucking hot.”

“You’re one to talk.”

The stranger stands as we pull back on our clothes.

“What do you think, baby? Ready to go dance again?”

“Oh, hell yeah.”

She grabs my hand and pulls me back through the curtain. She looks over her shoulder at me.

“And by the way? This is the best night out. Ever.”