City lights rippled in the Bay beneath the bridge that led into The City of Love. The fragrant autumn night stirred an excitement in us as we navigated the tangled web of city streets. It was a quarter to seven and the sun had slipped below the horizon as we pulled into the motel lot and cut the engine. We settled into a ground-floor room, and began readying ourselves for a night in the big city.

Marion dolled-up her face and slipped into a shiny black faux leather overcoat that concealed the licorice black sweetheart corset and garter set beneath. After twelve years of marriage and having started a family together, I still did not have a reasonable explanation for what Marion ever saw in me. But there she was on her tiptoes craning for a kiss.

We climbed back into the car and started toward the seedier side of town, and the club. Despite having been saturated in the lifestyle for half a decade, this was something new, something beyond the scope of our imagination. We had learned of this particular adult club through a couple whom we had swung with on multiple occasions. We parked and sat in the car for several minutes, as if building the courage to venture out and into the shadows that veiled the brick facade of the club. Several questionable characters milled about the entrance.

"You nervous?" I asked my wife.

"Mm, a little. You?"

"A little, " I said, and paused, "It'll be all right though. Once we get in."

"I should've taken that extra shot before leaving the room," Marion said, and laughed.

"You'll do great," I said.

I had not a doubt in my mind that my wife, a 5'6" and 110 lb. living Barbie doll, would do more than all right. I leaned across the seat and kissed her. I drew back and looked at her, and smiled knowingly. She giggled.

"What?" She said, smiling sheepishly.

"I was just wondering how many cocks those lips may be sucking tonight."

"Mm," she said, wrinkling her small, slightly upturned nose while pursing her glossy pink lips in a playfully seductive manner, "All that cum too," she added.

"Yeah? You gonna swallow their loads for me?" I said, feeling my less than average size cock, stiffen.

"You know it, babe."

"How crazy would it be if we saw your dad in here?" I said, and quickly assured her that I was only joking.

She gave me a playful stink eye look.

"I was only joking, babe," I said again.

"Would that turn you on, seeing me sucking off my dad?"

I did not answer.

"Because," she added, "it just got my pussy wet."

"Seriously?" I said, and laughed.

"If my dad was in there and saw us and wanted a blowjob...hell yeah, I'd do it," she said, and smiled. "I'd let him fuck me too."

"Okay," I caved, "I would like to see that."

"I know. Pervert," she said, and laughed.

We exited the car and started toward the shadowy entrance of the club. The odd-ball cast of characters had since melted back into the night, and we walked without worry, although still somewhat anxious, through the doors of the club. We showed our identification and paid our way into the world of depravity and perverted lust. The inside was dimly illuminated by red light. The smell of sex invaded our senses as Marion peeled off her leather coat and had it checked in the cloakroom. Immediately, she had a following of admirers. I always found it amusing, like car salesmen who swarm you when you step onto the lot. Guys, both married and single, old and young, and of all shapes, sizes, and colors, all befriending me for the mere purpose of getting closer to my hotwife. Initially, when we first started hotwifing, I found their deceptive behavior disgusting, but having been in the lifestyle now for several years, I had long since squashed any sense of jealousy; I understood the method and did not blame them. I knew that they could care less about me, and that was all right because I had also discovered a secret love for playing the role of a cuckold and for being used. There was a level of humiliation that I craved and that only they could deliver. So, it was a welcomed trade off.

"Over there," Marion said with a nod.

We walked over to a vacant, oversized and plush, red-leather chair. I sat down and Marion unfastened my belt and pulled my pants down around my ankles, exposing my shaved and sadly small soft cock. She never seemed to mind, however, the size of cock--bless her heart. She knelt in front of me, and with ease and the driest of eyes, she devoured my 2.5-inch cock until it grew to an equally humiliating erection of 4.25 inches ...far from her gag reflexes. She popped me out of her mouth to turn and look up at the two men standing nearby, each with their cock in hand. Marion smiled and bit her bottom lip. She motioned them closer, and I watched with a smile plastered across my face as my wife took their cocks in each hand and rotated between the two, giving her best sensual and sloppy blowjob to these two complete strangers without a worry or care where their cocks have been. Both men refused to cum, for they wanted to fuck this hot young bride. 

We moved from the chair to an opening on an oversized bed occupied by two other couples whose wives also invited a flock of strangers to use them. Marion laid down and spread apart her slitted black panties. Her moist pussy seemed to sparkle like early morning dewdrops. I pulled her to the edge of the bed and shoved my pathetic cock into her. She moaned more for my pleasure than her own. I pulled out and she invited another man to mount her. His raging cock was nearly twice the size of mine, which afforded him a genuine moan from Marion as he stuffed her with his hot, meaty cock.

"Hmm?" Marion said to him as he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "No...that's okay," she said, "I don't mind. Call me whatever you want."

The man looked at me, as did the mob of other men who had formed around us, as if my approval meant anything.

"Yeah, sure," I said, playfully adding, "Fuck that whore."

Marion smiled up at me, then winced as the man slammed into her with jarring force.

"You like that, you little fuckin' bitch, huh?"

"Oh fuck yes," Marion said, and moaned.

A second man climbed atop the bed and wagged his flaccid cock in her face. She slurped it into her mouth and nursed on him as the other man pulled out and a third man positioned himself between her legs.

"Bro," he said, turning to me, "this your wife?"

"Mmhmm," I nodded.

"She's fine as fuck."

"Thank you," I said, "she likes getting fucked too."

"Came to the right place then," he said, and chuckled as he slapped his heavy cock against my wife's fleshy cunt. A thick drop of spit landed on the hood of her clit, and he used the tip of his cock to smear his saliva around and into her fuckhole. His cock was not as large as the first guy's, but his technique was on point, hitting all the right spots in her. He brought her close to orgasming before pulling out and making "the slut" suck his cock too.

"Awe, were you hoping to cum tonight?" He said teasingly, and laughed. 

The gathering men also laughed, as did I, admittingly. 

A fourth man claimed her cunt, and she and I exchanged a humorous, wide-eyed look, for he resembled her father in just about every way. And when he slid inside her warm, silky pussy, and called her, "Babygirl," she came hard on his daddy cock. She glanced over the man's shoulder at me and flashed an embarrassed smile, as if to say, I just came on my dad's dick, and I fucking loved it. I mouthed a silent, I love you, as a fifth man took his turn in her. He was an aging black man whose ashy black cock eclipsed everyone's around her. He was also her first BBC ever. I could sense her anxiety and body start to tense as he hefted his black, stallion-like cock to meet her shockingly small fuckhole...despite having been railed by three other adequately sized cocks already. Not including my puny nub. 

"Go slow, please," Marion said, almost pleading.

"Don't worry," the man said rather soothing, "I'm going to give you sumpin' you ain't never had before. But I'll go easy."

He pushed his mile-long cock deep inside her, and she cooed. It was the closest and truest definition of someone literally being impaled, that I had ever seen. I was genuinely nervous for her when he bottomed out, having sunk no less than 13 inches in my petite wife. Granted, he did go slow, pausing when she needed a moment to do so. And he slid out terribly slow too. One could go purchase a bottled water, drink it, and come back...and he'd still be pulling out of her, he seemed that big. I could not help but shake his hand.

Many men whet their cocks in my sweet and slutty hotwife that night, and she experienced countless orgasms, all of which from men other than myself. The club had a strict policy of providing a safe experience for everyone, thus condoms were enforced during intercourse of any kind. In the low lighting, however... Marion was leaking semen when we exited the club some six hours after we arrived. The thought of her possibly having been impregnated by a random stranger excited us both, at least the fantasy of it did.

We returned to the motel, showered, and snuggled beneath questionably unwashed bedding. 

"You were so good tonight," I said.

"We didn't get to spend much time together," she said somewhat disappointedly.

"No, you were great. I had fun just watching you."

"Watching me get fucked like a whore?" Marion said, and laughed.

"Yeah...sorry 'bout that."

"Don't apologize. It makes you sound weak."

"In that case, you fucking whore..."

"Hey!" she said, and playfully slapped me, and laughed.

She found my little dick under the covers and with two fingers began lightly tugging on it.

"Did you see that one who looked--"

"Like your dad?"

"Oh my god," Marion said, and paused, "The black guy was amazing...but, I dunno, imagining that that other guy was actually my dad... He even talked like him."

I reach down to feel between her legs, and she was wet again.

"Are you wet for your daddy?" I said teasingly.

"You know I am."

"I can pretend to be your dad, hmm? You want this daddy cock, babygirl?"

She laughed and kissed me goodnight, then rolled over and extinguished the light.