I was kind of a late bloomer, always too shy and hadn’t had much experience before I met my husband. The usual petting and kissing and one guy even ate me out, but I haven’t had intercourse before I met Joe and I never cheated on him.
Sadly, he could never make me cum with his dick alone. At first I thought that it was my problem and that I wasn’t able to cum through intercourse but lately I’m thinking, that if I would have more time during sex it may be possible for me to cum but I will never find out because with my husband, sex is finished in seconds. After he spilled his seed his sex-drive is virtually not existent.
But I’m unfair. He really tried everything to last longer and seeing that he can’t get me to cum on his dick he got quite good with his tongue, what I love, and he bought all toys available to satisfy a woman. He was really eager to satisfy me and I should be thankful but it made him seem smaller in my eyes. Basically I am a submissive woman, I think that’s why I fell in love with Joe in the first place. He was big, strong and fourteen years older than me. A man I could look up to. But the physics and chemistry of a marriage lead to a much wider range of aspects. In our marriage, I wanted to be his equal. So the submissive part in me withdrew more and more. I wouldn’t even give him a blow job because I didn’t want him to get the upper hand, with him looking down on me. But I’m still submissive at heart and now married for more than fifteen years to a man I can’t be submissive to.
When our sex-life dwindled Joe proposed that maybe another man should make me cum but I refused at that time. I was afraid it would damage our marriage. I thought, that he couldn’t live with it, if that fantasy would become reality. For a while I was really close to cumming during sex because I imagined being fucked by a stranger but I never reached that goal because it was always over too fast.
For my last birthday Joe gave me sixty love tokens to spice up our love life.
I read all of them when he was at work and for the first time in my life masturbated because of some of them. “Visit to a club where other people watch us having sex”, “Visit to a club where I watch you having sex with other people”, “Have any of Your sexual fantasies fulfilled – all expenses covered, no questions asked” and “24h Carte Blanche to do whatever You want – all expenses covered, no questions asked“ were the hottest of them.
I had almost forgotten those vouchers, when I read one morning in my newsfeed, that a new kind of club would open nearby. I don’t know why I was intrigued but I googled and found their website. It was a club for couples to go to and have sex. They had different theme-rooms. Every room was fitted with the equipment you might need and some of the rooms had glory holes and body holes. But what really got my blood pumping and my heart racing and made my little pussy wet at once was their timetable. For Thursdays it listed: “Use my wife!”
“Use my wife!” Three little words that had so much meaning. It didn’t mean swinging because the husband was clearly not involved. With these words, he was offering his wife. That was his only purpose at that evening. And the wife obviously didn’t have a say in that matter. Those words were the sole conversation between husband and another man. The wife was only an object to be used. Not to be loved or even satisfied, no, only to be used to satisfy that other man. “Use my wife!” I didn’t even realize that I was automatically touching my soaking wet pussy until I came violently.
Those three words kept me from sleeping that night. All I could think of was how I would get my husband to visit that club. Sure, I could have used one of my vouchers right away but I wanted to play it slow. The next day I told Joe about the club and he proposed a visit at the weekend. I made it clear that we would be only watching that day during one of the rather slow hours in the afternoon.
We both liked what we saw. Everything was shiny and new like expected and tasteful decorated. There was almost nobody there when we visited and all I noticed of those other people where muffled moans from one of the rooms you couldn't look into. I picked up a flyer from the counter, which held basically the same information I gathered on the internet.
On our way home, I read the flyer to my husband. The flyer contained the whole timetable for the next two months. When I reached the Thursday my heart skipped a beat when I read “Use my wife!” to my husband. I was instantly soaking wet again.
Friday was free for couples and Joe asked me if I wanted to go and what I would want to do there. I said that I thought that it could be exiting but that I wanted to take it slowly. Nothing too fancy, maybe him going down on me and only in a room where no one could watch us. He accepted and talked about what we could wear but I didn’t heard him anymore because the words “Use my wife!” were still echoing in my head.
Next Friday we got a baby-sitter and packed a bag for changing into something sexier after arriving at the club. We decided on a short sheer black dress and a thong for me and black wet-look shorts and a shirt from the same material for him.
The atmosphere at the club was extremely different that evening from the afternoon when we had visited. It wasn’t empty anymore. There were at least two dozen couples, occupying almost every room. Some of the couples had the same goal as we did; having sex as a couple. Most seemed to be swingers. When we had changed and looked around some couples were gesturing for us to enter the rooms with them, others were ignoring us when we looked into the rooms to see if they were free. The private rooms, where nobody was able to watch and you could lock the door from the inside were already taken.
I became a little bit disappointed. It was either being watched or going home and I wasn’t prepared to go home without an orgasm. The people watching weren’t bothering me but to see them watching would distract me too much so I had Joe blindfold me once we were inside the sex-arena.
I sat on the rubber mattress and hubby put the blindfold on me and then I laid back. This was so exciting. I was really doing this. My husband would eat me out in front of whoever was watching and they would all see me cum. He removed my heels and started to kiss my toes while his hands massaged one foot and the lower leg. Joe took his time working his way upward. For me, it clearly took too long, as I got more horny every second. I tried to relax for he would eventually get where I wanted him.
He gripped my thong and I lifted my butt for him to pull the thong down over my feet. I was naked now, for everyone to see. Before my inner eye I could see dozens of people staring through the windows watching my every move. What I thought would be awkward, was in reality more arousing than everything I had experienced so far. I was a puddle of excitement. I thought I would cum immediately when Joe began touching my clit. I asked if anybody was watching and he replied with the question, if I would want them two. All I could bring out was a moan sounding like yes when my husband started to kiss the insides of my thighs. I bend my legs and lifted my feet to the edge of the bed while Joe’s tongue was moving from my thighs to my pussy. His tongue started circling my clit while his hands caressed my thighs. When he sucked on my clit, I almost came but he stopped before the quivering started and asked me if I wanted horny men watching me getting satisfied. While he began to knead my boobs in between kissing my crotch he further asked if it would turn me on, if one of them would be the one kneading my breasts while he would make me cum with his tongue. He resumed sucking my clit again and I had to close my legs and pressed my thighs against his head to prevent me from cumming. At that point I already was just lust without an ounce of rational thought. As turned on as I was I would have agreed to everything my husband could possibly propose so I stammered my consent. I may even have used the lord’s name doing so.
My husband interrupted his attention of my pussy only briefly and I felt somebody moving onto the mattress and sitting next to me. I didn’t knew right away if that was my husband or somebody else. Next I felt two big unfamiliar hands groping my tits. It was the first time in more than fifteen years that somebody else but my husband was touching me in that way. I thought my heart would stop of lust. Not for one second I thought about my husband. Not for one second I thought about who that man might have been. Nothing but my own animalistic lust was dictating my actions which came naturally and instinctively. Feeling the stranger’s hands on my tits, I arched my back and pushed my boobs as hard as I could against them. While my husband once again resumed to eating my pussy, my hands were searching for the stranger’s body and one of them found a massive bulge in his pants. I was rubbing his cock through his pants but he wanted more, opened his pants and took out his cock. God, it was huge, hard and wet of precum. I never touched such a huge cock. I almost couldn’t grip it with one hand but started to stroke it anyway.
As I was stroking his cock, the stranger was pinching and pulling my nipples hard. He was moving closer to me and began to bite and suck my nipples through the sheer fabric of my dress. I felt so damn naughty. Here I was, on display for everyone to see, stroking another man’s cock while my husband was kneeling in front of me with his only task to pleasure me. Everything fell into place in this natural hierarchy. The position of my husband in his service to me and me being able to live my submissiveness with a dominant stranger. “Use my wife!” I squirmed with lust. Suddenly stroking the strangers cock was not enough and I pulled his throbbing cock up to my face and began sucking on its head. It was the first time in my life I had a cock in my mouth and it belonged not to my husband but to a stranger I had never met and I couldn’t even see. While Joe was still eating my pussy, I was feeling the orgasm building up in me. My breathing got faster, my squirming harder and then I suddenly spasmed and came violently, losing the big cock from my mouth while I screamed out my orgasm.
When I came around again the stranger had left his position beside me and I felt my husband coming up next to me whispering in my ear: “Your lust is my aphrodisiac.”
I was kissing him eagerly, grateful for this experience. Still thinking, that he earned some kind of reward I unzipped his pants and fumbled for his dick but only found a wet and sticky flaccid penis. I tried to stroke some life back into it and did get my husband’s dick almost hard again, when I got pulled by someone else nearer to the edge of the bed. Joe’s slippery penis slid out of my hand.
My blood was boiling, as first the head entered my pussy and then was followed slowly by the remaining shaft of the stranger’s massive cock. He went in balls deep. I moaned and grunted. It hurt a little bit but just the right way. I had never felt so full in my live. His cock was way bigger than my husbands and I kept mumbling, “It's so big, it's so big”. As I tried to get hold of my husband’s dick again but I only got hold of his balls and clung onto them. Hard. When the stranger sped up his movements I was already a complete mush of pleasure. I had forgotten everything around me. The audience, my husband, the need for condoms, everything. “Fuck me, fuck me harder” I shouted. I lost track of how many times I came on the strangers cock. It was like a blur, massive orgasms followed by more intense fucking. The stranger was fucking me like a machine. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me until he let out a huge groan and rammed his cock inside my pussy, harder and deeper as before. He collapsed above me sweating and panting. He got up and placed a kiss on my lips. “Promise we will do this again” I said while holding my husband’s hand. “We will” the stranger answered. I smiled, for I hadn’t meant him but my husband. I sat up, still panting and sweating and removed my blindfold. “Use my wife!” it still echoed in my head. Maybe even louder than before.
The stranger had already left the room and the audience dispersed.
“Are you ok with returning next Thursday or do I have to redeem one of my vouchers?” I asked my husband.