“There’s nothing wrong with repeat lovers, Lana.”
They finally found a couch, recently vacated by a couple who were probably way too frisky for most people to deal with. They looked like they were headed to a private room, and it didn’t take long for a club attendant to come by, clean up the glasses and beer bottles, and quickly wipe down the couch. Delicious!
“What do you want, Lana?” Ken was already ordering drinks before the attendant could get away from them. “Should I get your usual cosmo?”
“I’ll have some wine, actually. I don’t want anything too hard.”
After Ken ordered their drinks, he sank back into the couch and wrapped his arm around his wife’s shoulders. “Never a dull night in this place, huh? I’ve seen four pairs of tits already.”
You would be looking, huh? “Well, I’ve seen five cocks.”
“Really? I only saw three.”
Lana patted her husband’s thigh. “I suppose this one doesn’t count?”
“It’s not hard yet, so no.”
Lana could’ve done something about that, but decided to pull away and check out the sights. A lot of action tonight. Blowjobs, handjobs, nipple twisting, fingering, and enough making out to spread a whole mess of mononucleosis. Lana could smell the sweet scent of sex on the air, no matter how much perfume the club pumped into the house of sin. It was only a matter of time before everything was covered in bodily fluids.
The stage was rarely empty. From the moment they arrived, some Dom or Domme was giving some poor sub’s ass a spanking or riding them like a proper pony. People shrieked, laughed, and purred in appreciation. The applause was endless, whether it was two women or a man and a woman on the stage. These were the types of nights Lana loved the most. She fed off the sexual energy, wishing to have a piece of everyone she came across – all the better if her husband watched. The difference is that I wouldn’t fuck anyone without him there. She hoped her husband understood that distinction.
“What do you fancy tonight, my dear wife?” Ken asked, his hand slipping over Lana’s knee. “Tonight’s our last chance to have some fun with someone before going on vacation. Although who knows? Maybe some cabana boy or bikini girl will end up in our den of sex.”
“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” Lana nursed her wine, hoping the alcohol would kick in soon. “My husband is always looking out for my best interests. Like getting laid.”
“You know, Bunny, I’ve been thinking…” His hand squeezed her knee so hard that she nearly flinched. “It’s been a while since I saw you with…”
“Hmm?” She caught on, soon enough. “You really are a pervert. You’re probably the only man even in this room who gets hard at the thought of his wife fucking another man.”
“Have you never heard of cuckolding? Shocked. Although… it’s not cuckolding if I’m 100% on board. Or at least I don’t think it is.”
Lana laughed. “Still, you’re hard pressed to find a man around here who wants to pimp his wife out.”
“Honey, the more you talk about that gangbang in college, the more I think I know what we’re doing for your fortieth birthday.”
See? This was the kind of banter and flirting Lana loved in her marriage. Only Ken would think about his wife fucking another man in front of him and get hard, not jealous. Then again, the man got hard thinking about fucking another woman in front of his wife. Lana didn’t think these kinds of marriages were possible before Ken proposed to her ten years ago.
“That was a great night.” Lana often thought of it fondly. Who said only bad experiences happened in frats? “Tell you what. You start garnering interest in gangbanging this hot body, and we’ll talk. I’ll only do hot guys.”
Ken nodded to a young man sitting with another. “Like him?”
Lana snorted. “That’s the smoothest chest I’ve ever seen. He’s either gay or taken.”
“Like all the good ones, right?” Her husband’s breath was unexpected in her ear. “Like your good ol’ husband.”
His hand traveled from knee to thigh, slowly opening his wife’s legs and making her breath catch in her throat. “Indeed, Husband.” She inhaled, deeply, controlling the lust and arousal burning within her stomach. “You’re a man who isn’t like others. You actually want to see your wife get fucked.”