The doorbell rang and my breath caught in my lungs. My fist clenched. Like the audience of a horror movie, I wanted to scream at the screen, Don’t open that door! But my heart was also pounding, because I knew that this was the start of the craziest night of our lives. Carlos was going to possess my wife completely, and as much as my brain hated it, my fetish had never been more enflamed.
Carlos seemed to fill the doorway when Dana answered the door. He was all in black and the outside light gleamed off of his shaved head. He stood there for a moment, taking my wife in, and said, “You look hot, baby.”
“Thank you,” Dana sweetly replied, kissing him on the cheek. I clenched my fist tighter.
He followed Dana up the entryway, past the powder room, and into the living room. She stopped and posed for him.
“I picked this especially for you. I thought you would like it.”
“I do, chica. But you’re going to wear this tonight instead.”
I’d been so distracted that I didn’t notice he was carrying a little plastic bag, which he tossed onto the couch. The bag did not look large enough to hold an entire dress. Dana hesitated and stared at the bag. I could see she was weighing defying him, but she must have thought better of it. It killed me that she even had to make that decision.
“If that’s what you want, baby. This is your night,” Dana said. She lifted a puddle of black from the bag.
I hated seeing another man controlling my wife like that. Yes, I liked seeing her with other men, and it was hot when she just let go, but this was on a different level. Dana was going to be totally his for the night. But she was still my wife! It was not supposed to be this way. I was turned on, but I was not proud of it. I hesitated to think what Carlos might make her do tonight, because I didn’t want to face the feelings inside me.
Dana held up the garment and at first I thought it was just a shirt. That could not possibly be a whole dress. I couldn’t even really tell how it was supposed to go on, but I’m no expert in women’s wear.
“I’ll be right back,” Dana told him.
“No, you can change here. I want to watch.”
She took a deep breath, then nodded. “Some help, please.”
Carlos stepped up and swept her hair aside so he could find the zipper tab at the back of her neck. He slowly drew it all the way down her back, to the crack of her ass. He put one hand inside the dress and pushed it off her left shoulder, and then her right. Dana pulled it down past her breasts and he pushed it over her hips. I watched her tits heaving out of that red bra and my hand was on my cock, rubbing it through my boxers. Carlos held her arms from behind, looking down over her shoulder at her deep cleavage. He nuzzled her neck and Dana shuddered. I could see that in spite of all he’d done, Dana wanted him. She wanted that bastard to fuck her right then, right there. It made me want to scream. Seeing my wife in thrall to another man like that was such sweet torture. I hated it, but wasn’t it exactly what I wanted. Didn’t I want to see my wife reduced to her basest need?
“I didn’t think you’d have me out of my clothes this fast,” Dana breathed.
Carlos gave a shark’s smile. “I can have you out of your clothes anytime I want, and we both know it, Dana.”
Amazingly, he stepped away, sitting on the loveseat. Whatever his plans for the night were, he didn’t feel the need to fuck my wife yet. Dana looked surprised too—and maybe a little disappointed. Dana looked at the dress laid out on the couch and seemed to make a decision, unhooking her bra and dropping it.
“The panties too, baby. You don’t need underwear tonight.”
Dana didn’t hesitate this time. She shimmied right out of those panties. Before dressing, she turned to face Carlos so he could see her in all her glory. Standing there, nude but for her heels, she looked spectacular. Her tits were full and perfect. Her hips were a beautiful swell, and her ass was round and firm. Her mound was shaved smooth, and already looked puffed with excitement. That last detail made my cock twitch. Carlos stared, and I hope it was hard for him to resist.
It took some effort for Dana to get that dress on her body. It was virtually backless, so she ended up stepping into the tight skirt, which pulled up over her ass when she tried to get the halter over her head without unclasping it. With her head ducked in, Dana pulled the black dress down in place, but it didn’t really help. The thing barely covered her.
“Really?” she asked.
“It looks perfect to me, baby,” Carlos was very pleased. I bet his mouth was watering.
“But…”
“Dana, baby, where we’re going you’ll fit right in.”
I could see why Dana was fuming. I loved the dress as much as Carlos, but it was barely decent to wear in public. It had one of those draping necklines, and it draped all the way down to her navel, leaving her tits nearly bare. I could see them swaying when she moved, and if she moved the wrong way—like if she tried to dance—I could imagine her breasts coming right out. And I could see the swells on the sides of her breasts too. She really was hardly covered. It was entirely backless, ending in a V at her ass and a tight little skirt part was only a couple inches from being indecent. My wife would be flashing everyone who passed by her in that dress. And her black heels with the silver spikes were perfect. My cock was throbbing. I couldn’t wait to see it.
Dana and I had a plan. We’d installed a GPS tracker on her phone so I would know exactly where they were going. I was sitting in my truck, about a block away. I’d be able to follow them at a safe distance and then go into whatever club or restaurant they were going to. I wanted to have eyes on them as much as possible. Dana would do her best to maneuver Carlos back to the condo later, but I had to accept that might not be possible, so I would take what I could get.
“So you approve?” she asked, modelling the new dress for him. She stood directly in front of him.
“You’re perfect, baby.”
Carlos slid a hand up her smooth inner thigh and then the short distance under the dress. Dana gasped and bit her lip. I knew his fingers were in her cunt. She swayed on her heels as he slowly moved his fingers in and out of her. Thanks to the dress, we both saw the heaving of her tits as her breathing became heavier. His fingers were glistening when he withdrew them. Dana looked like she was going to fall over. He licked his soaked fingers.
“Mmm, just as sweet as I remember. Time to go, Dana.”
~~~
I stayed a couple blocks back, following the little blip on my tablet. I was dying to know what was going on in his black Charger. Was Dana blowing him? Or was he just playing with her pussy to keep her wet so she was ready when he decided it was time to fuck her—not that I think he needed to do that. I knew my wife was damp just being around that sonofabitch.
Carlos led me all the way through the city and to an industrial area down by the docks. There was not much farther he could go, so I hung back by the entrance to the industrial park until I saw the blip stopped moving. And then I waited another ten minutes because I didn’t want to run into them getting out of the car. It was weird that after the car stopped moving, Dana’s phone didn’t move again.
When I finally crept up on the location I found an open lot full of cars. Carlos’s black Charger was there, and with its tinted windows I could not tell if they were still in there. My cock went hard again when I thought that he could be fucking Dana in there, but the Charger was perfectly still. I parked and looked around.
There were large industrial buildings all around and they were all dark. I couldn’t see any indication where they might have gone. Why would Carlos take her to some warehouse? I was suddenly afraid. Maybe Carlos had arranged some kind of gangbang in an out of the way place where no one could hear Dana crying out for help.
Not that I was at all sure that’s what my wife would be doing. She had asked me many times where all this could be leading, even asking if I wanted her to be gangbanged. I never gave her a firm answer, because sadly, I didn’t have one. My brain said, of course not, wh
y would I want that? But then my fetish crept in and whispered, Why not? What could be hotter than seeing Dana be the ultimate slut? Just because I had those dark thoughts didn’t mean I had to give into them, but what would my wife give into? I could not answer that with any certainty, and that both excited me and scared the hell out of me.
Another car turned into the parking lot and I ducked down in the front seat to avoid being seen. I poked my head when I heard them get out of their car. The man was very nicely dressed and the woman, who was cute but not as sexy as Dana, was wearing a little party dress like the one Carlos had given my wife. He was right, Dana would fit right in with her dress. They walked across the dark street to a nondescript heavy steel door in one of the large, dark buildings. Dim red light spilled out when the man held the door for his companion. The door slowly closed behind them.
Okay, so there was something in that unmarked building. I knew that back in the day raves would pop up in old warehouses, but the women were not dressed for a rave. Luckily, I was dressed up too, so I should fit in. I jumped out of the truck and crossed the street.
I winced when I pulled the door open. I don’t know what I was expecting. I was greeted by a blast of warm air and long hallway with subdued red lighting. I heard the faint bump of base coming from the doorway at the other end. There was a desk with a man and a woman beside that door and they stared at me, waiting.
The woman was a sexy blonde, with hair down to her waist and clad in black lingerie. Her big, obviously fake, tits were very distracting. The large man beside her glowered at me. They waited for me to say something, and then the blonde finally spoke.
“Are you a member?” she asked pleasantly.
“I, uh, wanted to join. I’m excited about the club.” I tried to sound confident.
“Is your companion still coming? We’re not allowing single gentleman this evening.”
“Oh. I wasn’t aware of that.”
The side of beef looked like he was quickly growing weary of my act. He gave me a move along look.
“I’m sorry, sir. Perhaps you could try again on one of the nights we allow single men in.”
“My, uh, companion is coming,” I improvised, knowing how lame it sounded after essentially admitting I was alone. “I just thought I could sign up before she got here.”
“Are you a couple?” Even the blonde sounded tried now. I stared at her tits to avoid her skeptical look. When I looked up, she was staring at my wedding ring.
“Of course. I, uh, guess I’ll wait outside until she gets here.”
“That would be great.”
I kept my head held high as I left, but I felt humiliated. I had just been turned away from some club that Carlos marched my wife right into. He had my companion. I wanted to go back inside and yell at the blonde, I’m looking for my companion! My wife is inside there! I suspected that unmarried couples were not rare there. I desperately grasped for a solution—and then it hit me.
I jogged back to the truck, and snatched my phone out of my pocket. There was one person I could call. One person who would understand and would not be shocked by what was going on inside what I was guessing was some kind of sex club. Hopefully she was not busy and could make up a good excuse to get out.
I dialed Jana, knowing she was my salvation.
fifteen
Carlos taunted me for most of the car ride, telling me how much fun I was going to have tonight, and how it was the perfect place, but when I asked him where we were going, he was purposely vague. He just responded, “The club.” I thought it might be the club he took me to before, that we would be hooking up with Javier and Gabi again. I’m ashamed to admit the prospect was exciting. I still thought about the night with them, in my darker moments, especially the way Gabi had made me come so easily. Was it just the circumstance, or had I discovered something new about myself?
I stopped trying to pull the dress down over my hips about halfway through the ride. I knew Carlos was enjoying the view of my legs anyway. My lap was barely covered. I had no idea how I was going to walk in the thing without flashing my ass all night, especially with the shoes I had chosen for the night. And the dress riding up was complicated by Carlos making me leave my panties at home. I like attracting attention, but this little black dress was ridiculous. My breasts were just one wrong move from being exposed by the sweeping neckline, and when I sat I was virtually exposed. I could not imagine where—outside of a strip club—this dress would be appropriate. That was exactly why Carlos chose it. He was going to wring every last drop of submission out of me tonight.
I played with my wedding band and engagement ring, both of which hung on a gold chain around my neck. Wearing them that way was Dave’s idea. Perhaps he did not want to see them on my hand when I was playing with Carlos’s dick. I wondered what he thought about my dress. I knew he had been watching on the cameras. He was probably pissed that Carlos forced me to wear it, and then hard as rock when he saw it on me. Dave would be out of his mind when he saw me wearing it in public.
I was scared when he drove us into a seedy section of town by the docks. The only thing that kept me calm was knowing Dave was not far behind. I could not think of any good that could come from us being there. Only bad things happen in dark, deserted parts of town. I calmed a little bit when Carlos turned in to a lot with a lot of other cars. At least there were other people around—somewhere.
Once we were parked, Carlos took a little brown vial from his pocket and did a bump of white powder off his pinky. He added a little more and offered it to me. I shook my head.
“It’ll help you tonight, Dana. I bet you’ve never been to a place like this,” he said. I shook my head. He added, “I’m not asking.”
I took a deep breath and did as I was told. I snorted the coke hard and it hit me like a smack in the face. Carlos laughed, watching me shake my head to fight the burning sensation. As the burning faded, the other effects came on. I was smiling without even realizing it, and suddenly I couldn’t wait to get out of the car. I knew I could handle anything Carlos threw at me. He grabbed me and I returned his kiss like he was a long lost lover I was dying to see. I practically swallowed his tongue, and the euphoria went right down to my pussy.
“You’re going to have fun tonight, chica,” he said.
I grabbed my little clutch before getting out of the car. It had my phone, lipstick and condoms in it.
“Leave it. Phones are not allowed.”
“It has other things,” I protested.
“You won’t need anything else. Let’s go.”
I wanted to protest further, but I saw he was not having it. My phone was how Dave was tracking us. I hoped he was close enough to see where we were going.
I teetered on the heels when we crossed the street, but I was getting better walking on them. It was way too cold outside for that tiny dress, so I hoped we were not going far. I was confused because it appeared Carlos was leading me to some closed factory or warehouse. It was a big, two-story building without windows and a single steel door, which he pulled open and held for me.
The open door revealed it was some kind of club. A man and a woman stood as attendants at the end of a long, dim hallway. The blonde’s lace-trimmed bustier and boyshorts—paired with knee-high boots and fishnets—warned me that this was not a normal dance club. Carlos handed over a membership card and she buzzed open the inner door. The big bouncer just stood there silently.
The hallway beyond was even darker, and cut into a right angle before opening on a massive, open floor club. It was very crowded, and it looked like there were different stations around the open area. A large, circular bar dominated the center of the space, and there was a caged platform in the middle of that. My eyes darted around, trying to make sense of all the vignettes I saw, but I couldn’t focus on any one. That was probably the coke, which also had me so excited to explore. One thing was clear. We were in a sex club. Fear and desire warred inside me. I knew I could get into a lot of trouble here.
A DJ, high up in a booth, blared some kind of techno, and people everywhere seemed to be moving to the beat, either with purpose or almost as an afterthought. Colored lights in the ceiling alternated, making it even more difficult to focus. Carlos took my hand and led me through the crowd. The men were all well-dressed, and a lot of the women were wearing club wear similar to mine, but a lot of the people were also dressed in all kinds of fetish wear. I saw a lot of leather, rubber and vinyl. I was so fascinated that Carlos had to drag me forward.
“Don’t worry. There will be plenty of time to look around,” he told me.
At the bar, a tall, skinny shirtless bartender covered in tattoos took care of Carlos. He didn’t even pretend he wasn’t staring at my chest, but I guess that was welcome here. He returned with a clear drink and a red one, which Carlos passed to me. I knew it was crazy to drink on top of the coke, but I was so thirsty. It turned out to be vodka and cranberry juice. Carlos wanted me as altered as possible. Not a good idea. I was going to have to keep some kind of control. I did not want Dave to see me drunk and drugged out. My husband hated it when I did drugs on my dates, but he loved the results.
It was the first time I thought of Dave since we’d come into the club. If this was a members’ only club, how was he going to get in? And even if he did, how would he find us? Looking back, I couldn’t even see the door through the crowd.
“I’m guessing you’ve never been to a place like this, have you, Dana?” Carlos leaned an elbow on the bar and possessively caressed my bare arm.
“I didn’t even know there were places like this.” I’d heard of swingers’ clubs, but this felt like something more.
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