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I Asked For Wild

My marriage was crumbling for years. We rushed into it when we were young, and neither of us knew any better. Not long after the honeymoon, sex became a box to tick off once a month or so; maybe a blow job or two in-between? But reciprocation? Please. Heaven forbid I ever suggest something like actually undressing before dropping his drawers and pushing the crotch of my underwear aside in the dark. What the hell was that about?

Secretly, I appreciated guys flirting at work or at happy hour; even the occasional slap on the ass. My girlfriends cringed at what they deemed harassment, but appropriate or not, the interest made me feel sexy in a way I wasn't at home. Unfortunately for me, our office was way too gossipy for me to risk pursuing anything. Instead, I pulled my toy from the bedstand drawer. The soft buzz against my clit reassured me there had to be life beyond what I settled for.

It was one of those nights, out of frustration, I created an online dating profile. Within hours, my phone chimed with messages from men promising to "rock my world." I can't lie, the crass responses were particularly flattering, and I found myself furtively scrolling profiles late into the night. I even sent a few, let's say, "imprudent" selfies but immediately panicked with embarrassment and ghosted them when they suggested we meet up.

Frankly, I wasn't really sure what I was looking for. That is, until Ken's profile caught my eye. Nothing flashy, but his eyes held something genuine. His messages were clever without trying too hard, and he never asked for nudies. Two days of flirty texts later, we agreed to meet for coffee. Well...coffee stretched into dinner, then I was blowing him in the parking lot for dessert, before following him home.

Next thing I knew, we were sprawled atop a plush throw blanket. Wearing only a very satisfied smile, I pondered what we just finished. "Mmmm. So, that's what making love is?" I murmured, then bit my lip, hoping he didn't hear. We literally just met, and I was unlikely more than a casual piece of ass to him. But that said... there was an undeniable spark, a connection I needed in my life right then.

He didn't catch what I said but did notice the twinkle in my eye. Leaning close, he lightly bit my nipple. "So, what do you fantasize about?" he asked. I knew the truth would surely send him running, but my needs were ridiculously simple. "Just... something different. Something wild, I suppose," was the best I could manage.

"What qualifies as 'wild' for you then?" he pressed, parting my legs to slip into me again. He wasn't huge or anything, but the curve of his penis fit wonderfully inside of me, as if custom made for my pleasure. My legs crossed behind his back to draw him even deeper, spurring him to fuck me harder.

Looking at our clothes scattered across his floor, I chuckled. "Oh, I don't know... maybe THIS?" Then, gesturing to our coupled bodies, "We've barely known each other nine hours, yet here we are. And let's not forget the little detail... my wedding band." I have no idea why I wore it that night, but I'm glad I did. I could tell by the way he rolled it around my finger, the taboo of "married pussy" obviously turned him on. "So yes," I purred, feeling myself approaching the edge, "I'd call this pretty wild."

Even as I panted those words, a simpler thought kept flickering through my mind, "We actually left the lights on!" Silly, right? But it mattered. From the moment he peeled my panties off and lowered his mouth to eat me, I felt like a goddess. The way his gaze lingered on the blonde curls shrouding my pussy, up my flat belly to my tits, and into my eyes--I melted, objectified in the most delicious way. Now he shuddered, again, releasing his seed deep within me.

Even when I prepared to leave, his eyes followed my nude body, turning the act of dressing into some sort of reverse foreplay. "Your ass is a work of art" he said, smacking it, while I fumbled to clasp my bra. New fantasies were already rolling through my mind for the next time he'd unhook it.

I wanted to stay 'till morning, but I glanced at my phone to check the time. 11:10. My husband would start wondering soon. He might even call the girlfriend I claimed to be with. While the deceit nagged at me, I did not regret what I did. This was a long time coming. The very nature of sneaking out added a forbidden intensity to our liaison. It felt bold, liberating, to share my body with this man, even if it might be, as I feared, for just one night. Then, rubbing the bite mark on my shoulder, the worry faded and I smiled, "Oh, this wasn't going to be a one-night stand," he wanted me again and I was fine being his secret plaything if it meant feeling this euphoria again.

So, when I answered an UNKNOWN NUMBER the next day, I was elated to hear that deep voice. We beat around the bush with awkward small talk, he finally got to the point, "I have something wild in mind. Interested?" Before he even finished, I responded, "Absolutely!" already crafting the alibi I needed to be with him again.

"Have you heard of The Red Rooster?" he asked in a hushed voice, as if we were discussing national secrets. A chill ran up my spine. "Wow. That is wild all right...and a little scary." Having grown up in Vegas, of course I knew of the infamous swingers' club. In the same low voice, he asked. "I've always wanted to go, but I've been waiting to meet someone adventurous enough to join me. You?" I wasn't sure if I was proving something to myself or I simply wanted to please him, but an irresistible urge compelled me to say, "YES!"

Over the next week, I must have chickened out at least seventeen times. Yet here we were, stepping through the doorway of the notorious Red Rooster. Even then, I couldn't believe, or fully understand, what I agreed to. Sleazy in an irresistible way, this place was a step beyond sex-on-the-first-date-wild. My husband thought I was at my mom's in Mesquite, so this time, I was free for the weekend. Free to indulge in whatever it was people did at a place like this.

We clung close while roaming the club, sharing a bottle of wine to calm our nerves. A little intimidated at first, we peered through darkened doorways like voyeurs. The locked doors actually comforted me; at least we could find privacy later, when we needed it. Ken must have noticed me blush watching the sexy couples tease on the dance floor, because he squeezed my hand to reassured me, "Remember what I said in the car? We can just watch, bail anytime."

We danced a few songs together, but single guys were pretty forward requesting to cut in. I was comfortable in the arms of the guy who brought me, until his nudged me to accept an invitation from a pair well-dressed brothers who had been eyeing me since we arrived. The wine had done its job and I kind of enjoyed the fact, neither were bashful with their hands nor suggestive compliments in my ear. What surprised me more than their impudence, was my date's apparent approval-he subtly smiled at fingers following the curve of my ass through my dress. But when one of them took it too far, I whispered "No" and gently pushed him away-I wasn't ready for that kind of show on the dance floor. My champion caught my flushed expression and smoothly rescued me with a casual "Maybe later, gentlemen?"

But the moment we danced away, his own fingers glided down the back where theirs left off, searching for the edges of my lingerie. His smile flashed to discover... nothing at all. I had gone commando, expecting we might like some quick access to my bits some point tonight. I didn't know what was going to happen, but I was certain we weren't going to "bail" until something did.

As the night blurred to morning, we moved among partners on the dance floor, each new touch luring me deeper into the club's heady atmosphere. When Ken finally led me away, we ventured into the so-called "voyeur room." It was mostly empty but furnished with a dozen, round mattresses cascading to the walls, as if it were a theater. Dim red bulbs cast a deep shadow over the occupants, reflecting off mirrored walls.

Fascinated, my attention locked onto two couples in the corner, their limbs entangled among their partners. One woman's tongue darted fervently within the other's snatch, who was intermittently, sucking off their male companions. "Were any of them married?" I wanted to ask, "or were they cheaters... like me?" My flesh burned, imagining being so visible, strangers devouring their raw sensuality from every angle. Voyeurs like me and the solo men, stroking themselves under bright towels around their waists. In hopes of what? A bawdy show? A dubious invitation to join?

Wrapping me from behind, Ken quietly ask "What do you think?" Licking my lower lip, I imagined us in their place but I only dared to answer, "No, I could never do anything like that."

Silently though, curiosity drove me to reconsider my limits: "What if I just stood up? Teased them with a flash of skin? Feel what it's like to yield that kind of power, even for a moment." Afterward, we'll head to one of those rooms down the hall, lock the door so he could finish what I'd started.

Sheepishly, I peeked side to side, confirming most of the interest was still on the couples in the far corner; one of whom just climaxed...quite vocally, enticing a few more "Lookie-Loos" into the room. Rising to my knees, I met Ken's eyes, his devious grin inciting me to do exactly what I balked at on the dance floor. My trembling fingers inched my hem up my thighs, high enough to reveal my pale round ass and the fuzzy little strip I had manicured, explicitly for his eyes tonight. Now, unexpectedly, for a larger audience as well. The cool air felt sublime over my uncovered pussy. I feigned a shaky smile, belying my amazement I was actually doing this. Unconsciously, my bare hips swayed with the muffled beat of the dance music next door. Each motion drawing extra attention. "My GOD, they're watching...me," I breathed, flushing with self-consciousness, yet undeniably gratified. More turning heads fueled a conflicted impulse to continue, to show everything.

Eager eyes flashed with expectations, exhorting me, "Go for it!" Following the cues, I impulsively pulled the dress all the way up and over my head, revealing the rest of my tall, slender frame and very aroused titties to the growing crowd closing around us.

A wave of heat washed through me as I sensed every eyeball shift my way. "What am I doing?" I exclaimed out loud, clutching the fabric to my chest. Then, I let it fall away again; I wanted what those couples had; to be seen, coveted.

I spun slowly to face myself in one of the glass walls, regarding how the red light darken my pink areolas and sparkled off my moist pubic hair. "Was this what he wanted to see, when his invited me here?"

The collective look of lust, from Ken and everyone else in the room, ignited me. As vulnerable as I was, this was the most exhilarating moment of my life. My initial trepidation gave way to the rush of power at being the object of such desire. "What kind of woman does this...let alone on a second date...with a man she is falling for?" My erect nipples and gooseflesh proudly answered for me, and anyone close enough to see. When I turned to Ken, he was on his back, wriggling out of his jeans. Then, pulling his shirt over his head, he was as naked as me, and equally aroused. I crawled toward him, seeking shelter in his lap. "This wild enough for you?" he asked mischievously. "Fuck yes," I answered with a sensuous kiss. "Is this for me?" I asked, grabbing his stiff staff, "Let's find some privacy, I want you to make love to me!" There! Yes, I said it again, but I was overwhelmed and needed him to know it.

Instead of retreating down the hall as I pleaded, he shook his head, "NO." He Insistently guided my hands away from my body, displaying me, fully, to our audience. His erection pressed against my back. I reached back to stroke him, my voice faltering. "Here? Really?" I whispered, my tone up an octave, "With all these people watching us?" He squeezed me tighter, palms cupping my tits, thumbs teasing my nipples. "Yes, Baby." he murmured, "right here. Let them see what you do to me."

My fingers followed his down my stomach to the slick heat between my thighs, signaling my own readiness. Soon I was shaking, caressing my own kitty. He nudged my knees further apart, exposing...everything. For the first time, I looked directly into the faces of these people, finding illicit triumph in their scrutiny, their eyes locked onto the action of my fingers. "Were they judging me? Who the fuck cares! I'll never see them again."

I only needed to please him. Turning in his lap, I leaned forward, taking him into my mouth, tasting his excitement. Abandoning any lingering discretion, I rewarded our audience with an exquisite view of my glistening cunt as I sucked him.

We were going to do this, and I was going all in. Climbing atop him, I guided his perfectly arched length into my body, then turned to relish our profile in the rear mirror.

Right then, movement at the doorway caught my eye. It was the brothers from earlier. Just an hour ago, I'd dismissed their advances as too fast, too soon. Now they had traded their sharp suits for towels slung around their hips like all the others. I wore nothing, not even the thin dress to veil me this time. I froze, contemplating the approach of these two muscular black men. Mere feet away, the towels fell to the floor, their erections made their intentions quite clear, unmistakable. Earlier, Ken stepped in to protect my offended sensibilities. Part of me thought he would intervene again, the rest of me hoped he wouldn't.

I know, this sounds naive, even obtuse, but it wasn't until their hands were upon me and I could smell their cologne, feel the throb of one brother's bare cock against my hand, that the reality of their presence truly sank in. Ken slipped out of me, leaving a chilled emptiness, wordlessly ceding possession of me to these new arrivals.

Powerful arms took control of me. I fully knew the answer, but repeatedly asked myself, "What are they going to do to me?" Each time, my body responded, encouraging their rough hands to claim more of me. My legs parted, willingly, allowing one of them to slip his fingers inside me, while his brother's warm lips kissed along my neck, my breasts, teasing the sensitive hollow of my throat. Their confident tongues mingled with mine.

"Relax," he murmured, his voice a low command. "Just let it happen." Strong hands coaxed me to all fours; shoulders down, hips up. I hesitated, prompting a firm, forceful grip. I knew they would stop if I truly objected, but I wouldn't; we were careening down a slippery slope I had no wish to control.

I simply surrendered, face pressed into the mattress, moist labia flared in tacit invitation. The first brother positioned himself behind me, the swollen head, tormenting me, before pressing inside. "My GOD!" I hadn't asked about protection "...he's going to breed me and I'm doing nothing...nothing to stop him!" Even while masturbating alone, I never once dreamed this could be me. But when his cock slowly stretched me, my voice betrayed any doubts. "Fuck YES!" I groaned, "Fuck ME! I want this!" On my command, he shoved deeper and pounded me relentlessly. A huge palm stung one ass cheek, then the other with loud "pops."

The next instant, his brother grabbed my hair to yank my face up, encouraging my lips over the tip of his thick, velvety shaft. My tongue swirled around its length, savoring the salty sweetness of pre-cum and sweat. "Did I taste the tang of a previous woman as well?" I glimpsed Ken watching from the edge of the mattress, captivated, wide eyed. Was that approval? Arousal? Now, it was me who smiled. "He offered me wild? I'll show him fucking crazy." I relaxed my jaw, claiming every inch that would fit.

The intensity of my emotions in those moments was overwhelming. Until last weekend, only my husband had seen me like this, but he never possessed me in such a primal way. My past life was gone, rejected. Now, I was sharing the most intimate act possible, willingly accepting the cum of two complete strangers; before an audience, no less. Even as I teetered on the edge of climax, I questioned, "Am I really the uninhibited vixen he desires or just some fucking tramp?" It didn't matter, I was doing this for me. For my years of neglect.

My mind whirled as the brother screwing my cunt gripped my hips tighter, his thumb circling and pressing inside my puckered anus, making my breath catch. "You like that, don't you?" he growled, barely rising above the murmurs of the crowd and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin. "Oh my God, YES, I do! Fuck any hole you want!"

Until entering this room, I had not witnessed intercourse before, but each time I opened my eyes I saw reflections of my own scandalous scene in the mirrors all around us: a naked white woman, bathed in red light; ravaged between two magnificent ebony studs. Dark cocks ravenously pumping either end. Toweled men frantically jacking off. A rumble through the room confirmed this was exactly the spectacle they were dying to see when I shed that dress. My small tits lunged, while my ass shook with each punishing jolt of his hips. My own cries of carnal pleasure echoed above every other sound.

Stroking and sucking the glorious brown phallus before me, it swelled and quivered in my mouth. He erupted with a grunt, his load shot down my throat in waves. Shamelessly I swallowed all I could, letting the remnants drip down my chin.

Before I could even catch my breath, his brother seized on my offer to fuck me as he chose, plunging his enormous cock, balls-deep, up my ass. The sudden invasion made me gasp-I didn't expect it to go in so easily...or so... unimaginable. Moments later, as his semen pulsed into my anus, I mouthed an ironic prayer of gratitude that it wasn't in my vagina. Like his brother's, the warmth trickled harmlessly down my taint and onto the sheets; no sperm claimed its destiny. I needn't have worried. Our child had been growing in my womb for a week already.

Right then, Ken reached out to reclaim me, his mouth finding my breasts, then my lips in a protective kiss oblivious to our audience. When I spread my thighs to welcome him, he filled me in a way the others didn't; not merely physically, but emotionally; making this raw moment, despite the voyeurs, our own private world. Our throng of onlookers only saw two rutting animals. They couldn't know the orgasm rage within me, nor catch my future husband's unexpected words: "You are an amazing woman. I think I'm falling in love with you."

Kisses, Valpcupl

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