The thumping bass of the club vibrates through my body, each beat echoing the rhythm of my pounding heart. I’m bent over, one knee on the sticky floor, my dress hiked up, panties torn and discarded. My husband stands nearby, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and arousal as his buddy, a friend from work, grips my hips and thrusts into me. The crowd around us is a blur, their cheers and catcalls a distant hum compared to the raw, primal sounds of our bodies slapping together.
Exposed and Shared: The Night I Became a Club Slut
I can feel the sweat dripping down my back, my skin slick and hot under the dim lights. Another friend, a tall, muscular guy with a cock that makes me gasp, steps up next. He doesn’t wait, just pulls me up and spins me around, his hands rough on my skin as he bends me over again. My husband’s friend, the one who started this, steps back, his cock glistening with my juices. He smirks, a knowing look that says he’s just getting started. The night is young, and I’m just warming up, a slut for the taking, a wife shared and used. The night blurs into a series of sensations: hands gripping, cocks thrusting, the taste of sweat and the smell of sex. I’m a mess, my makeup smeared, my hair wild, but I don’t care. I’m lost in the moment, a whore for the night, fucked by friends, watched by my husband. It’s a night of raw, unbridled pleasure, a night where I’m not just a wife, but a slut, a cum dump, a plaything for the taking. And I fucking love it.






