A Random Gangbang

Las Vegas.

Sin City.

I joked as I took a drag of a marijuana vape pen.

“If you are not sinning here, you aren’t living.”

We had a night away from the kids.

We began with some bougie drinks at the Cosmopolitan hotel. A drink that was lit up in flames as they presented it in front of us.

Dressed for a night out.

Me in all black and my wife in a charcoal Bebe mini dress that hugged every perfect curve of her sexy German body. The shimmer in the fabric bringing out the tones in her platinum blond hair. Mesh inserts on the sides that showed off her skin, up her thighs and along the side of her large breast.

A walk on the strip and then a night of live punk music. Violent Femmes followed by Flogging Molly.

My wife and I danced the night away. No mask on, high on the music, high on life after feeling locked down for the last two years. High on our cocktails and feeling good from the few tokes of weed.

As we stumbled back out into the casino, neither of us were ready to go home, hoping the night would never end.

I have wanted to check out a famous sex club in Las Vegas for a long time. A place called the Green Door.

It gets mixed reviews, mostly people not liking that they allow single men there.

My wife has been having a fantasy about being gang banged. An ongoing fantasy she has brought up over the previous months. I had told her it would be a hard thing to organize where we live, but possibly we could make a trip to LA and make it happen at some point.

I looked up the Green Door on my phone, a quick drive from where we were at. A good stop to detox a little, if nothing else, before driving home.

I asked if she wanted to check it out.

No expectations, just fun to see what it is all about.

She agreed, and we pulled into the parking lot.

In the reviews, people talk about it being in a “seedy” part of town.

In our culture, going to a club to have sex with strangers is on the fringe of social acceptance.

I’m not sure in the USA if I can name a place we have been, where consenting adults may explore their sexuality that is not in a more “seedy” part of town.

We used to go to one place in San Diego that was in a nice business park. It was perfect because the businesses would close for the day. Usually this business park was an area that would be desolate at night, but at night well-dressed adults regularly took it over, out to get fucked, and not by their husband or wife.

It seemed like a perfect arrangement. Business during the day, at night adults arriving at a place that was discrete, away from nighttime businesses, a secret society of sexual deviance.

My wife fucked the owner of that club. A few times.

Had her first gang-bang there with him and his friends while I stayed at home with the kids.

I trusted him, and it was a great experience for her.

But not as good as having her husband there to look over her and encourage her.

So the second gang-bang she had was also there with me by her side, supporting, encouraging her and making her feel more safe.

Word got out about this after hour sex club. The businesses in that location unfairly rallied together and shut it down.

Unfortunately, we live in a society that judges sex harshly, yet is okay with glamorizing guns and violence. I’ll save that rant for another time.

You know what happens in “seedy” parts of towns?

No one cares what other adults do. They live their own lives and worry about things other than the intricacies of where and when other people are fucking.

So here we were in a “seedy” part of Las Vegas at the Green Door.

As we walked in, they gave us a brief tour. Not much was happening. My wife looked at me and said “if we want to we can tear this place up.”

A dark place, full of many rooms with places for people…. can I say it….. Places for people to fuck! Some are private, some in the open where people can watch or join in, rooms with glass windows for voyeurs to peer in. Showers, lockers, and to my surprise, a hot tub.

My wife and I got a locker. She and I are not shy about stripping naked and did so and put on robes. We went to the hot tub to relax and settle into our night. We had no expectations. It was a random night; we did not discuss at all what we were expecting to do.

If you read reviews of this place, many talk about creepy single men.

My take is if you don’t want to be watched fucking, watch someone fucking, or have someone else fucking you, you probably shouldn’t go to a sex club. Another rant I’ll save for another day.

As we eased our bodies into the hot tub, a “creepy single man” asked if he could rub my wife’s boobs. Now I’d argue he was not creepy, just not well experienced in human connection and communication. He skipped all conversation and the first thing out of his mouth “can I rub your boobs.”

I was giggling inside. I actually didn’t know what my wife’s reaction or response was going to be. I thought she would tell him no. My wife has surprised me from time to time.

As I thought, my wife laughed and said “No, I’m okay.”

It wasn’t mean, but direct.

Out of the hot tub. My wife showered quick and wanted to put her dress back on since there were no other naked people in the club. Also, as I described, the dress was very sexy! I kept my robe on. I kind of get a kick out of being naked. I’m tall, 6’2, very muscular and strong. I like when people look at me, then gaze down and I can see a smile. Some times a giggle. Not the same reaction as a man with a huge swinging cock.

Upstairs, we wandered around, looking for a spot to start our sexual journey for the night.

I chose an enormous bed in the middle of a big open room. I knew my wife was having gang-bang fantasies and if she wanted to live out her fantasy again, tonight was that night.

“This is the spot you’re choosing?” She said with a giggle.

“Yes, seems like the ideal place to me.” I replied as I kissed her.

I made out with her, pulling the dress up over her full hips, exposing her hot legs, perfect ass, and big implants. I could see the men circling around. A couple at first, then 10, then maybe 20. I put my finger up, communicating to them that my wife was not ready or had not yet consented. That they should only watch.

I was fingering her, bringing her to her first of many orgasms of the night.

“Do you want to get gang banged I whispered?”

She was not aware of the building crowed, her back was to them.

She smiled, and turned to see men lined up, stroking their cocks.

“Wow! and Yes!”

She crawled towards the group and took the first guy in her mouth. Not surprising to me one of the more hung guys.

Quickly, the men circled around her, all eager to devour her body. Fuck her!

They had the green light from both her and me. I made it clear to all. She will fuck every one of you, but only if you wear a condom.

A cock in her pussy.

A cock in her mouth.

Orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. She groaned and screamed in pleasure.

It was not an ass night for her, but she was happy to have both her mouth and pussy filled at the same time with a rotation of cocks for hours.

My wife has charisma. She laughs, smiles, and makes connections with each of the men. There are men you look at and think. My wife would never normally fuck him! To your surprise, these same men fuck her better than the stereotype in your mind. She makes out with them, fucks them, makes them feel loved, and it is real and amazing.

My wife once told me when you separate it, all cock is wonderful cock.

Tonight she was having all the cocks.

After one man’s second orgasm, he got hard for a thirdtime and pulled her ass back onto him. A cross between reverse cowgirl and doggie style.

To me she looks so petite in these men’s hands.

Her back arced, perfect curvy hip, her apple bottom ass that drives me crazy. Chest pushed forward, showing off her perfectly enhanced boobs as a big African American man kissed her.

I loved watching this gang band. The diversity in the group, men of all colors and races, enjoying this sexual goddess. Almost fighting over her.

Between men in her pussy, I’d lick her used cunt, her ass and give her a kiss and tell her how much I love her.

Men are funny, displaying their dominance. Little do they know she is going to drain the energy from every one of them.

They can cum one to a few times. She can cum all night!

She is staring at me.

A girl in the back of the club is staring, not at my wife, not at the fucking unfolding in front of her eyes.

I look deeply into her. I like this. It makes me feel submissive. Makes me feel small. Unlike, the gang of men that are taking turns on my wife. I can not get hard. It doesn’t mean I am not turned on. I’m flaming with desire. I just can not get hard in these situations. It is performance anxiety, my insecurities having a tiny penis. I don’t need to perform. I will make love to her later and I will keep her safe as man ravishes her after man.

She knows I’m her husband. She is looking into my eyes. She is trying to figure out what is going through my mind, what is the dynamic. Is she thinking how can a husband allow and watch this?

Maybe she is thinking the reverse, what an amazing husband she has, to encourage and appreciate all of this.

One after another, My wife makes them cum.

They drop out.

Some return for seconds, or thirds. One even a fourth.

One by one, though, they drop out as the hours tick on.

That is the thing. They can not go all night, my wife can.

My wife is insatiable. You can call her a slut. In my eyes she is a sex goddess.

Over the last few weeks I have been dealing with jealousy. My wife has fallen for a man. My wife away from this has me, her husband and a boyfriend.

As each man drops out of the gang-bang, satisfied, it is a reminder to me.

My wife has so much sex to give. So much love to give. More than I or a group of men alone can handle.

She told me last week. “You know this all only works because you are here.”

I am here. I am her anchor through our love and our connection. Tonight, this gang-bang only works because we are doing it together. Did that woman staring into my eyes see that?

An act of love and a night of sexual sin bonding us more together in our intimacy for each-other.

I couldn’t help but feel excited. Looking forward, I thought about her boyfriend during her gang-bang. I thought how happy I am that she has him and he has her for at least some part of their life or the long term.

As the last few guys left fucked my wife, something else amazing happened.

Women, other men’s wives and girlfriends started coming onto the bed, to kiss my wife, to touch her.

She was an inspiration to their own sexuality. They wanted to experience the sex they witnessed her having. They looked at her as a sex goddess. I could see it in their eyes.

There is no difference between a “creepy” guy that goes to a sex club to be a voyeur or to take part and the couple that goes to a sex club to simply enjoy the excitement of being at a sex club with each other. Everyone is looking for fulfillment. For pleasure.

My wife is a sexual goddess. Not only that, she is a doctor, one of the top researchers in her field of science. One of my wife’s unique abilities is to bring sunshine everywhere she goes, to make people feel good, to make them feel loved and comfortable being themselves.

There should be no expectations when you go to a sex club. Some nights you may just have sex with your husband or wife, or some nights an amazing woman with a lot of love to give will walk through the doors to tear the place up and fuck everyone until she is the only one left.

I took her to a private bed after everyone was done. We made love. I was proud of her and happy to see her feeling sexually fulfilled. One guy started watching. It made me nervous, but I stayed hard. A second, a third, then a group watching. I don’t like to be watched; I like to do the watching. I realized, though, they were just amazed by her. They were witnessing something special and wanted to be part of it and that is all I needed to make myself cum and to end our night.

As I cuddled with her the next morning. I couldn’t help but think how the following Friday, I’ll be licking her boyfriend’s cum out of her pussy.

He is learning about our relationship dynamic; it is a turn on for him.

I am so excited about their relationship. So excited about the relationships she will have with other men. So grateful to be her husband, her anchor, her my anchor, each others LOML.

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