Swinger Club

I couldn't believe we were there. I had imagined it thousands of times since we decided to go. I had pictured a gloomy place with slippery floors, full of fat and fatty people, all ugly and unable to connect in the real world. But no. If it weren't for those caged areas surrounding the main space, it could have been any pub in any city. It's true that among the crowd, you can glimpse some rhythmic and suspicious head movement, hear some other sharp gasps but most people are chatting and drinking calmly. It's also true that in some cages there was people having sex... but by then, you'd already forgotten.

Roberto, my boyfriend, was as nervous as I was but he was trying to appear normal. His sweaty hands constantly wiping one against the other gave him away.

But only I knew this. We loved each other with devotion and frankness but we wanted to try new things, forget that by social conviction we belonged to each other. At least for one night.

Just when we were discussing whether we should take the initiative and leave that bar where we had anchored ourselves since arriving, just at that moment, a woman appeared before us emerging from the crowd. She was beautiful: brunette, with a smooth mane gathered in a bun and an athletic body packed into a black dress that accentuated all her curves and showed everything without revealing anything.

She emerged from the people scanning the horizon but her search ended as soon as she saw us.

Come with me? - she said pointing at Roberto.

Roberto looked at me with evident shame and guilt but I nodded, releasing his hand and shaking my head slightly.

She pulled him away towards the nearest cage without taking her eyes off me and with a look of horror.

Enjoy- I mouthed before giving her my best smile.

We had come for that but when the moment arrived, it was hard to see him grasped by that woman. Impressive. By luck they entered the cage that was right next to me so I could follow their evolutions without moving from the bar.

In the room three guys were waiting, already naked from the waist down. Roberto imitated them and occupied the only free spot left at the edge of the bed. She stretched out in the center of all those cocks, calibrating with her eyes before manually checking her correct selection. By her face, I'd say she didn't have any complaints.

For a moment our gazes met, and I'm not sure if that was the reason she started sucking my Roberto.

I observed my boyfriend closely and saw how he opened his mouth as his cock entered the unknown woman's mouth, how he looked at the ceiling with his eyes closed while biting his lower lip. It was clear he was avoiding looking at me. I wanted him to look at me, I wanted to see his expression of pleasure directed straight at me, I wanted to check out the movements of that tongue reflected on my boyfriend's face. He didn't look at me again until the woman started attending to the one on her right.

I smiled trying to transmit encouragement to him, telling him to let go and show everyone what he was capable of... To have a good time.

At least as good as I was having: seeing my boyfriend's face light up when that unknown woman sucked his cock has put me in high gear. I had to adjust myself on the stool due to that incipient tingling sensation in my crotch.

In the cage, natural selection has begun and it seems like there's already one eliminated. Mature or not, maybe she's just small, but the fact is that she's focused on the other three: opening her pussy to one and offering her mouth to the remaining ones. I recognize that ass squeezing towards the woman again and again... Well done my Roberto, he was the first to get it in.

I'm forced to cross my legs, not exactly for decorum: I'm pinching my pussy between my thighs and going moving rhythmically forcing my lips to kiss each other. I love doing that without anyone noticing. It's something very personal and allows me to notice how wet I am and how one lip slides against the other... uuuf.

-Excuse me. Do you want something?-
The words sound like light-years away from my current coordinates, and the offer seems interesting until I realize it's a waiter who's offering. On his extended fingers rests a tray that seems to weigh a ton.

-No, nothing, nothing- I say, turning my gaze back to my boyfriend's ass.
-Excuse me, miss. Have you come alone?-
The persistence is becoming annoying. The waiter turns out to be an old man, probably over forty, with his little hair shining and perfectly aligned towards the back, a mustache from centuries past with the tips slightly raised and the complete uniform with waistcoat and bow tie. He looks more like a butler than anything else.

-No. With him over there- I answer, pointing to the nearby cage with my chin.
-Ahá. He answers briefly while putting on his bow tie and leaving the tray on the bar.

-Roberto speeds up the pace, gives her some slaps on the ass and pulls her ponytail, bringing it close enough for him to whisper something in her ear. She smiles what's left of her gasps before swallowing the other two cocks. Ummm, what did he tell her?. I love it when they say things while they're screwing me. When they whisper dirty stuff...

Then the contact of a hand on my knee rescues me from my thoughts.

-Can I? he asks, seeming to want to spread my legs apart. But if this guy could be my father!! And I don't know him at all. How does this person dare propose such things?...

-Of course- some part of me answers. He smiles and bends down. I let myself fall back, supporting my elbows on the bar and my back against its edge.

-His hands execute what was only proposed before. With my legs open I return to look at the cage. Roberto is already fucking it. I know this by her screams and because he has another one stretched out underneath, giving good account of his pussy.

The bartender's hands reach the bottom and pull my panties down gently. I help by lifting my buttocks. I feel like the fabric is sliding down my skin as I get wetter with every inch it goes down my legs. I shudder at feeling the table's skin directly against my buttocks, and my entire being boils over in the form of moisture on my pussy. The same pussy that's now only three centimeters from a bartender who hasn't seen me in my life.

Roberto continues to give it hard in the ass while the others just look and touch each other slowly. It's like they've entered a slow-motion state, as if they're waiting for everyone to come at once. I feel the bartender's cheeks rubbing against the inside of my thighs, reminding me that he's there. I love someone eating my pussy and all I can think about is my boyfriend fucking another one.

I notice his lips on mine and look at him. It seems impolite not to look at him when he's doing this. I have to hold back a giggle at seeing his mustache sticking out above my pubic hair, now converted into his beard.

I go back to Roberto who keeps going. I wish he would turn around and see me sitting there with my head moving deep inside me, and that he could see how I'm still looking at him despite the pleasure they're giving me.

The bartender is doing it well, extremely well, but I could say his tongue in my pussy is the least of it: seeing my pubic hair exposed in a public place, how I've let that stranger suck me, seeing Roberto's back tensing all his muscles as he goes inside her, how he was palming her buttocks, how he stretched out his ponytail...

The bartender looks like a castaway devouring a watermelon after weeks without food. His face and nose are shining, and I love his hands. keeping my thighs apart just by my nipples. I caress his prominent bald head, encouraging him to keep going the same way.

It feels bad to spend so much time away from him, but it's that I love seeing how Roberto gets out of her ass, I love seeing how she has left it, red and the size of a two-euro coin. The waiter is trying and opens me up with his tongue. I love how he sucks all my insides, how he aspirates my clitoris and pushes it back inside with his tongue, I love seeing how she stretches and all the men come to her, accelerating the rhythm of their orgasms. I love the heat I feel all over my body, people can pass by a meter from me and not even notice that there's a waiter buried between my thighs, I love... I love!... I love seeing how they're coming closer to her and one by one, they come on her body. I love seeing Roberto screaming and pouring over his tits, seeing how she grabs it and searches for the last drops of semen available to her. I love the sensation growing inside me, I love that moment when my body seems to float only sustained by the tongue of that unknown man. I love coming while deafening the waiter with my thighs trapping his head as my pussy trembles and I hold onto his head so I don't fall. I love hearing how he drinks my fluid, I love screaming and nobody turning around... I love... I love...

When I manage to open my eyes, Roberto is already by my side, dressed and with a smile from ear to ear.

-Why didn't you come?-

-Today not. I preferred being a little more... passive.- I answer while seeing the waiter smoothing his hair and wiping his lips with a handkerchief.

-Do they want something?- he offers once composed.

Both of us accept, and I see the waiter glance at something on the floor just as I feel the cold running freely through my sex.

-How much is it?- Roberto asks.

It's on the house- the waiter replies. I Hidden behind the glass a complicit smile as I see him walk away, keeping in his pocket what he just picked up.

-What a great place: sex and they're even inviting you to a drink.

-Yes. Great. My pussy is thrilled to be outside and lubricates again when I imagine myself stretched out on that bed surrounded by guys coming on me and my boyfriend looking at me...

-Next time you'll be in the bed and I'll watch, while drinking for free. A paradise.- Roberto says.

-I have to repress another smile thinking if he'll be able to get a drink for free…

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