13
La Marca
I took Irene to the swinger’s area of La Marca de Caín.
I didn”t feel like having sex in the hotel, with both my family and Nikita”s around. So, I opted for a place where we could be intimate without interruptions.
We entered one of the rooms that turned me on the most. From there, you could see what was happening outside, in the common area, without being seen. It had very comfortable sofas where you could fuck.
My lover didn”t hesitate; she took off her dress the moment she stepped inside.
Outside, people danced either naked or in very little clothing. They flirted, drank at the bar in a festival of ecstatic bodies, eager for sex. It was pure pleasure.
Most were expectant, waiting for the show that would take place on the central platform, which was higher than the rest of the room. It was called ”La Torre.”
Some lucky man or woman from the audience would be invited to join. They would participate along with some of the workers from La Marca, who were highly coveted.
”I”m so glad you came to find me. Although I wasn”t completely sure you would. You”ve married a harpy.” Irene interrupted my thoughts and made me divert my gaze toward her.
I frowned. She pouted at me while letting her bra fall, showing her perfect breasts.
”Why do you say that?”
”Let”s just say that Alicia and I met her in the bathroom. She threatened to kill us both. She”s very violent and bold.”
”And why did she do that?”
”I don”t know. She barged into our conversation uninvited.” Irene gave me a pout with an innocent face. Seeing what I had seen from Nikita, it didn”t take much for her to jump in. ”Somehow, she concluded that you and I had something. I think she saw you looking at me lustfully and that made her suspicious.” I raised my eyebrows because I didn”t remember looking at anyone other than my damn wife, although it could be. Irene had chosen a dress that suited her well. ”That made me doubt whether you would come back to me or not, you know I”ve never asked you for a ring, and I wouldn”t want us to stop seeing each other, even now that you”re married.”
She licked her lips flirtatiously and pulled down her panties. She kicked them aside and came over to me, swaying her hips.
My lover was a sensual woman, worked at a cosmetic clinic, and was always keen to look her best with the help of surgery.
We got along well in bed and had quite a bit of chemistry. Plus, as she said, she never demanded anything more than fun.
”Don”t hold it against her. Nikita is a bit impulsive. In Russia, things work a bit differently,” I murmured. I had to say something about my wife”s inappropriate behavior.
”I”ve noticed, so, she...”
”I”m not with you to talk about her,” I reproached her, grabbing her by the neck to kiss her hungrily.
If I met up with Irene, it was to forget her and cool down the heat I”d been storing all damn day. Nikita was more annoying than I had anticipated, but she turned me on tremendously, and that was something I couldn”t control unless I vented. I had to get rid of the arousal that had been building since last night.
I lifted Irene effortlessly and walked over to the sofa. I sat down in front of the glass with her on my thighs.
Her fingers lightly unbuttoned my shirt. My tongue was still tangled with hers. Despite myself, I compared that kiss to the ones I had with Nikita.
My wife”s kisses were much rougher, wilder, and hungrier. Nikita didn”t ask for permission, she ravaged. Next to her, Irene seemed like a little mouse in front of a formidable black mamba.
I needed to stop thinking about her for my own good. Was she already asleep? Would she do it naked or dressed?
I shook off the thought when the redhead pulled my shirt down to uncover my chest. She purred at the sight of my muscles, ready, and moved even closer to travel down them with her tongue.
I let my head fall back while Irene snaked a trail of lips and saliva.
Dancing with my wife had tightened my pants. I remembered how hard she made me when she pressed against me.
I was panting when my lover reached my waistband. She unbuttoned it effortlessly and nibbled on the strip of skin above my underwear”s elastic.
I was at the limit. She knew it. She looked at me with half-closed eyelids, taking small bites over the stiffness hidden beneath the fabric.
”Suck it!” I ordered hoarsely. Irene gave me a sly smile, and I lifted my hips so she could pull down my clothes and comply.
My dick welcomed her as soon as it was freed. Her greedy mouth licked the tense head to trace all my length and took my flesh under her tongue.
I gasped. She was good, one of the best I”d tried. What would Nikita be like with oral sex? At my question, my dick twitched, and I got angry. I couldn”t control even a single one of my thoughts. Why? Was I that desperate for my wife?
I grabbed Irene”s hair and pulled her. My lover gasped.
”I told you to suck it, not to savor it.”
I was angry, annoyed with my damn mind that kept taking me back home.
”You”re a bit bossy today. I like it when you get dominant; your wishes are my commands, R,” she smiled. She returned to the head to engulf it.
I moaned and pushed her head down to the base. I loved stroking her throat and her not complaining about my roughness.
She bobbed her head up and down, in sync with my insistent thrusting. I clenched my eyes and growled loudly. If she kept going like this a bit longer, I would come on her tongue.
When I refocused my gaze, I noticed that La Torre was illuminated. The show was about to start. I lifted Irene by the hair until she stood up next to me. I turned her around so her breasts were pressed against the glass. I spread her legs taking one of the condoms that, kindly, were left in the booths of the swinger area, courtesy of La Marca.
I sheathed myself and touched the wetness I knew I would find between her thighs.
”Touch yourself,” I encouraged.
Irene brought her hand to her crotch to rub her clit. I spat on my fingers to give her extra lubrication and slipped them into her vagina while she masturbated. She exhaled sharply. She was more than ready to take me.
”Sex” by Cheat Codes and Kris Kross Amsterdam started playing in the swinger area. A perfect inspiration for a good live porn show.
On the platform, a pair of muscular, shirtless men welcomed a masked woman who could be a blonde replica of Catwoman. I recognized them; it wasn”t the first time I”d come. They were the owner”s bodyguards, in charge of the club”s security. It was said they loved to share.
I removed my fingers and rocked my erection between her vaginal lips. Irene moaned, eager to take me.
I couldn”t take my eyes off the platform, where the blonde in tight pants and a skimpy top moved between the pair as if she had done it often. Could she be one of their regular lovers?
One had his pelvis locked in the woman”s buttocks, and the other pressed her to his groin as they traced waves.
The audience screamed in frenzy, they wanted more and so did I.
The man behind her kissed her neck while the other focused on her cleavage, pinching one of her nipples.
”R, please,” Irene pleaded.
”Pinch your breasts like they”re doing to her,” I demanded. Irene swallowed hard and moved her hands towards her areolas, making room against the glass.
The blonde had a slimmer, less voluptuous body than my lover; she reminded me of... ”Enough!” I scolded myself; it was the haircut that reminded me of her.
The bodyguard at the front slowly lifted the top for the delight of the more voyeuristic onlookers. A pair of medium-sized, creamy breasts topped with salmon-colored nipples emerged, making my mouth water.
”R, I”m already pinching,” my lover complained. I was giving her a terrible fuck. I apologized.
I positioned my dick at her entrance and thrust as my eyes caught the guy at La Torre moving down the blonde”s torso to drop in front of her crotch, lifting a thigh over his shoulder to lick her through the leggings.
She leaned back against the man behind her. He held her and began to grope her breasts.
The clients at La Marca were hypnotized by the scene. I was too, no denying it. It didn”t matter that I was thrusting breathlessly like a beast between the white thighs, because in reality, I wasn”t fucking her, but the mysterious stranger who so reminded me of Nikita.
My fingertips sank angrily into the plush hips. No matter how much I wanted to push her away, she stayed there, screwing my mind with her images and the memory of her taste.
My lover moaned, surrendered to the cause, oblivious to what was going through my head and keeping me glued to the scene unfolding on the other side of the booth.
The audience encouraged the trio to go further. The dark-haired man twisting the nipples whispered something to the blonde”s ear. She nodded and I saw how his partner lifted his face from the crotch to exchange a phrase with his colleague.
I was dying to know what they were planning. Would they go for a double penetration? It seemed likely. The blonde appeared to have no taboos, quite the contrary.
”R, I”m going to come,” Irene murmured breathlessly.
”Do it.”
I was more curious about what was happening outside than what I was doing. I felt my lover”s sex tighten and her body dissolve into a satisfied pulse. I kept pumping, lost in the images that La Torre, its queen, and those two knights returned.
The one on the floor moved his hands to the waistband of the pants.
”That”s it, champion, strip her, I want to see,” I muttered to myself.
”Aren”t you coming?” Irene asked, already finished. ”Should I suck it again?” I wasn”t focused, too many things swirling in my head.
”Yes, that”s fine,” I agreed.
With her mouth busy, she wouldn”t distract me from the show.
I leaned my hands against the cold glass. She knelt down, removed the condom, and put her heart into blowing me wickedly. She slurped the tip every time she reached the end and caressed my balls to hasten the climax.
My body began to tense. ”That”s it, a little more and I”ll reach heaven.”
The trio continued to play. The blonde turned around and the pants slid down showing firm buttocks that were kissed, licked, and nibbled.
I rested my forehead between my hands. And my hips began to move as if it was that ass that housed my erection. I felt it, I was ready to let go.
The piece of fabric returned to its place. The clients protested, wanting to see flesh, just like me. The bodyguard turned the blonde around to peel off the top, leaving that wonderful torso free. Cheers and shouts of ”take it all off” rang out.
One of them asked for calm with the gesture of his hands, which moved ready to undo some laces on the pants. Doing so, the central fabric loosened, allowing the bodyguard to partially free the mound of Venus and show that she was shaved.
I growled seeing one of them position himself in front of the exposed skin, and the other return to the rear of the female body to untie the mask that kept the volunteer anonymous.
Irene used her hand to make me break. My heated body convulsed, propelling my climax into her throat as soon as the face was revealed and I saw in it that which I so coveted.