They held hands nervously, in the car. They were headed to the sex club, a new adventure for them.
Mal's hand moved through the dark space and slipped under her sheer skirt. He squeezed her thigh roughly and let go, his hand returning to its grip on the steering wheel. Ara's eyes darted toward his, met them briefly, then dropped to her bare legs. The audacity of their plans for the evening shocked, shamed, and thrilled them both.
Mal was going to share his wife.
The couple had moved along a path of ever increasing brazenness in an attempt to quench their carnal desires. What had begun as the healthy and generous sex life of a young married couple had progressed to trading photos anonymously over the internet, and now meeting others for actual physical contact.
They continued to hold hands tightly as he pulled her through the parking area, and then loosely, as they ventured warily into the lobby of the club. Their eyes adjusted to the ever deepening shadows, and they wandered past smiling, chatting, and kissing couples. At first these lovers were leaned against walls and doorways, but as the entrance turned to hallways and individual rooms, people laid and stood and tangled themselves in pairs, and trios, and groups. They were on couches, and chairs, and even in the seats of a smallish movie theater located on one quarter of the compound.
The movie theater appealed to their exhibitionist leanings. Mal and Ara could focus their nervous attention on the movie and each other. They purchased a ticket and seated themselves in the darkened theater in which the seating consisted of well spaced ottoman-style cushions. Several single men and a few other couples spread themselves across the room. Mal guided his wife to the back corner of the auditorium and pulled her legs into his lap as she occupied the seat.
Various scenes of penetration and stimulation flashed across the screen and Mal reached for Ara's smooth pussy under her skirt. He happened to know she was not wearing any underwear. His fingers tickled knowingly across the lips of her sex as he pushed her down across the pad. He directed his attention to the movie and his fingertips into the opening of her quickly lubricating cunt.
Mal could see out of the corners of his eyes that a couple of the single men who had also come into the theater were straining their necks to get a good view of Mal fingering his reclining wife. Her legs were splayed, sloppily, across his lap and he dug two of his fingers, deeply, into her opening. Inside Ara, his digits were curling expertly upward, roughly stroking her g-spot, willing it quiver. Two of the men moved cautiously forward, watching Mal for signs of discomfort.
White flashes were reflected off the faces and bodies of the men who moved ever closer to view the finger banging of Ara. Her trembling breasts shook as her body heaved in pleasure. Ara's whispered breaths turned into tentative whimpers, and then desperate moans.
Mal's eyes were drawn to the admiring men as they halted a few feet away and unzipped their pants. Each man slowly revealed his swollen erection. Mal quickened the pace of his pressing fingertips against Ara's aching g-spot. She wailed her approval. Her tits pointed hard nipples toward the ceiling as Ara arched her back, lost in her tear toward orgasm.
Mal felt Ara's pelvic muscles bear down on his hand and the sudden sensation of hot liquid squirting across his arm overtook him. He heard the men surrounding him and his wife begin to moan their own enjoyment in watching this curvy, fair beauty drench her loving husband in her girl cum. Mal couldn't resist his own sighing sounds of pleasure and arousal. He brought his hand up, gently cupping the sweet liquid that had flooded from his wife's needy hole. He allowed her juices to drip from his fingertips and onto her breasts and belly.
