What does one wear to an orgy? I stood in the mirror wearing what i wore every day. A baseball cap, button down plaid shirt, and a pair of jeans. I had a t-shirt on underneath but that seemed like a lot of clothes to take off. Did it even matter what I was wearing?
My wife Kelly seemed to think so. She stepped out of the bathroom, her hair curled, her body wrapped in a towel. We were supposed to leave an hour ago. I was dumb enough to think she would have been ready on time. By the time she fastened the straps on her high heels, I saw where the extra time went. She looked stunning. She was 5’4”, a full figured woman. Her hair laid across her double D sized chest. The black dress I picked out wrapped perfectly around her body.
Our relationship had lost that spark long before we got married. Our therapist suggested we do something to spice things up. She suggested being more spontaneous, giving each other coupons for massages, you know, vanilla stuff. So I was shocked when Kelly suggested a sex club.
“It’s safe,” she said trying to make the case. We were laying beside each other in bed as she read from the website on her iPad. “They’re big on consent.” She was almost giddy, reading through the bullet points like she was planning a trip on Priceline. “There’s soft swap, which is just touching and oral. Then there’s full swap, which I guess is you do everything.”
“What would you want to do?” I asked.
“Full right?”
“I dunno,” I said. “Do you really think the answer to our problems is sleeping with other people?” I knew our marriage had problems but this sounded extreme.
“I don’t know. Maybe?” She brushed her hair out of her face. She gripped my hand and stared into my eyes. “I just… I thought this was what you wanted.”
“What I wanted?”
“Yeah. I saw your computer.” She smiled. “I saw the Internet history. Cuckolds. Gangbangs…”
“That’s porn though, not real life. We’re married. We’re trying to have a kid.”
“That’s why this is the perfect time.” I could tell she already made the decision that this is what she wanted to do. “It’s not like we’re the only people we ever had sex with. Consider this like a farewell tour. Every great band should do a few last shows before they retire. I thought it could be hot if instead of jerking off to random girls fucking a bunch of guys on the Internet that you could watch me…”
“Fuck a bunch of guys,” I said, finishing her sentences.
She sighed in frustration. “Yeah. Maybe?” She could tell I wasn’t too into the idea. “Why don’t we just go and watch. You can get a vibe of it, and who knows? You may warm up to the idea.”
She wore me down. There was no harm in just going, right? And she did have a point. If I didn’t like things we could just leave.
“Fine,” I conceded. “We’ll go to check it out. But just to watch.”
“Sure honey.” Her smile faded into more of a smirk. “We’ll just watch.”
The club was larger than I thought it would be. It was a two story space, above a lightbulb factory in the Lower East Side. The walls were painted pink but you could hardly tell with the dim lighting. There were about thirty people there, mostly men, wearing a mix of suits and business clothes. I felt underdressed. There were maybe five or six women there, all there with their partners except two women who showed up together. They were in deep conversation, brushing off the men who approached them.
When Kelly and I walked in all eyes were on her. I could see the men studying her body as we walked by them. I held her hand proudly as we made our way to the bar. We ordered a couple of cocktails and stood off to the corner looking at the crowd.
People were scattered around. Some in small groups. Most were single men who stood off to the side nervously sipping from their drinks, hoping to build enough courage to approach the women. It felt more like a high school dance than a sex club.
“So what do you think?” Kelly said, leaning into my ear, talking over the loud electronic music.
“Not what I expected,” I said, looking around. “How about you?”
“There’s some cute guys here,” she said. Her eyes were locked on a black man standing by himself drinking a beer. His eyes stared back. “Some cute girls too. See anyone you like?”
She wasn’t wrong. Most of the women were in their late twenties or early thirties.
Kelly took a sip of her drink and then leaned back into me. She pointed to a few shut doors over in the corner. “So, I think those are little private rooms over there. This room is more for meeting up and talking to people. Upstairs is a big playroom, I guess for the larger groups.”
She sounded like she had been here before. “How do you know all of this?”
“The website.” She took another swig of her drink. She was trying to get drunk. We didn’t drink much at home, aside from the occasional glass of wine. So this seemed out of character for her but I’d learn that this is who’s he always was. “Want to get another drink and check it out?”
The upstairs room was filled with about ten people, all crowding around two king sized beds put together in the middle of the room. It was mostly men standing around, their pants were unbuttoned stroking themselves while a man laid on his back while a woman rode him. Around her neck was a collar and attached to that was a leash being held by a fat bald man. He was ass naked, quickly jerking his tiny cock. The air reeked of sex.
Kelly positioned herself in front of me and reached her hand behind her, finding my dick. She squeezed it gently, forcing the blood into it. Satisfied with its growth, she pressed her ass against it, swaying back and forth to the music. The woman on the bed moaned as she rose up and down on the man laying down.
“Well this is interesting,” I said in Kelly’s ear.
“Interesting?” She said, with a little bit of disappointment in her tone. “I think it’s hot.”
The woman on the bed reached towards one of the men watching and grabbed his dick. She pulled towards her, and he climbed on the bed and stood in front of her, as she took him into her mouth.
Kelly angled her ass and drove it into my cock in rhythm with the woman sucking. She was getting into it and so was I. But I couldn’t imagine her doing something like this. Not Kelly. The woman who still buried herself into my armpit when we watched scary movies. The woman who still made it a point to go to church every Sunday.
Her body shifted against mine and I saw her pulling the straps of her dress around her shoulders and pull the front down. I couldn’t see it but I knew her tits were out. The men around the beds eyes darted over to her body.
“What are you doing?” I whispered in her ear. “I thought we were just watching.”
“We are,” she said. “I just wanted to be a little more comfortable.”
The men nervously glanced from Kelly’s body over towards me. I guess they could see the apprehension in my face because no one approached her, but they continued to stare at her.
“I think we should leave,” I said.
“Ugh, we just got here. Relax.” Kelly was fed up.
“Look, you said we were going to just watch and see how things went and we did that.”
Kelly put her arms back through the spaghetti straps on her dress and pulled me back downstairs in a small hallway by the entrance.
“What was that about,” I said in my regular voice now that we were away from the crowds.
“What was what about?” she said. Everything in her tone suggested that I should have seen this coming. “My tits? THEY’RE TITS. What’s the big deal. There’s 10 cocks out in there and a girl getting fucked. You think anyone cares about these?” She squeezed her breasts together, emphasizing her point.
“Yeah, I do,” I said. “They were all staring at you, jerking themselves off.”
“That doesn’t turn you on?” Kelly leaned towards me and kissed my neck. “Knowing there’s a room of men who want to fuck your wife.”
“I don’t want to share you.”
I put my arms on her shoulders. I could see I was losing her. She was going to go through with it whether I was cool with it or not.
“When we took our vows, I said you were the only woman for me and I meant it. I just…” my voice trailed off. I didn’t know what to say.
“Well I’m going back in there,” she said coldly. “You can come back in there with me or leave.” She kissed me on my lips. “It’s your choice.”
She turned and went back inside. The bass from the music thumped on and on. I stood there for a minute collecting my thoughts. Kelly seemed like a different person but I didn’t want to lose her.
I went back inside. There was no sign of Kelly or the black man from earlier.
One of the private rooms had the door cracked. I made my way inside and peaked in. Kelly’s arms were wrapped around the man’s neck and she was kissing him. I opened the door. She noticed, her eyes darted to mine. She continued kissing the man and made no other notice of my presence. She was going through with it and I was going to watch.
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