At the nightclub

Chapter 2 by arne-69

A little later, it starts to rain, and I kiss my wife in a dark doorway. We kiss like two teenagers freshly in love, except I have my hand on her bare ass the whole time, and I’m getting more and more turned on. I couldn’t think of anything else; I wanted to fuck her right there and then. But just then, one of the residents shows up, yelling at us. All I catch is the word "devka" over and over. He opens the door and enters the building. Nicole grabs my hand, pulls me onto the street, and we enter the next bar.

Nicole checks her phone while I order us some drinks. The place is packed; I look around and see several couples flirting and drinking together, with new guests constantly coming and going. Nicole laughs and shows me her phone. A translation app tells us that "devka" means "whore" in English¹—that’s what the old guy was yelling. Nicole kisses me, pressing her leg against my crotch and slightly lifting her dress. She guides my hand up her thigh and then under her dress. I lightly touch her crotch with my fingers. She kisses me again. Nicole steps forward, positioning her pussy right over my hand; I can feel how wet she is. Then she says to me:

“Please fuck me. The idea that the old guy thought I was a whore is turning me on so much.”

I look at her, equally crazy about her. We keep kissing, and I keep groping her ass under her dress. My sexy wife is getting bolder. Then she stops and looks at me:

“I’ve been watching some of the couples here. They leave the club together and go to the hotel across the street. One of the women just came back; she’s standing alone at the bar now.”

Nicole laughs, and it’s clear to both of us that we’ve ended up in a hookup bar or something like that. She takes my hand, places it on her ass, and says:

“I want to fuck you in that hotel over there.”

So, I pay, and we walk hand in hand across the street, with a few guys watching us. At the reception, I pay €50² for an hour in one of the rooms. My wife walks up the stairs ahead of me, and I keep grabbing her ass. She seems to like it, and she doesn’t mind that not only can I see her bare butt, but anyone watching us can see she’s not wearing a bra or panties either.

In the room, Nicole takes off her dress and presents herself in doggy position on the bed. I can clearly see her dripping wet pussy. She looks back and says:

“Come on, take me. Fuck me like a whore. You have one hour.”

I easily slide into her pussy; it’s soaking wet and making squelching sounds. Nicole moans with pleasure. She gets even hornier. The role-play of my wife being a whore turns us both on a lot. We fuck like crazy and both have a great time. Afterwards, Nicole goes to the bathroom to freshen up. She sits back on the bed and looks at me, kisses me, and says:

“That was amazing. Did you like fucking me as a whore?”

I say:

“Yes.”

We kiss again. She holds my hand, then says:

“You know you’re my first and only man I’ve ever fucked. For some time, I’ve been dreaming about it, and I can’t get the thought out of my head. I want to fuck someone else. After our whore play here, it’s clear to me—I’m going to do it, with or without your permission. Please allow it; I can’t help it.”

Nicole looks at me expectantly, and I respond:

“To be honest, I’ve suspected you wanted more sexually lately. You’re constantly so wet. I love you, so I want us to talk about our needs. The idea of you acting like a whore tonight turned me on a lot. I want you to get fucked tonight.”

My wife kisses and hugs me, then says:

“Okay, as you wish. We’ll go back to the bar separately, and I’ll let a guy fuck me as a whore. Are you okay with that?”

¹ In the original German language text, this was translated to German, rather than to English.
² About £45 GBP, $55 USD, $75 CAD, $80 AUD, or $90 NZD at the time of this translation.