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My wife Mai and I were out with friends at a nightclub in Vegas when they decided to call it a night. It was still early, so I suggested we check out a lifestyle club just a few miles from the strip. Mai hesitated, but the drinks and electric energy of Vegas loosened her restraint.
We grabbed a taxi and soon found ourselves stepping into the club’s dark, intimidating atmosphere. Mai clung tightly to my arm, every bit the picture of a shy, innocent Asian wife. She looked incredible in a tight zebra print dress that clung to every curve of her body. I noticed nearly every man in the room turning his head as we passed.
We made our way upstairs to the couples only area, which featured couches arranged around a central stripper pole. Mai watched the various couples with wide-eyed curiosity that I found incredibly hot. But when a nearby couple smiled at us, she shot me a sharp glare. She might have been curious about the environment, but she had no interest in me being with another woman. I wasn’t disappointed. I had something else in mind and guided her back downstairs.
We were wandering through the different rooms when a man stepped directly into our path. He was fit and handsome, around our age, with a shaved head and an accent I couldn’t quite place. He introduced himself as Raj from the UK. The conversation flowed easily, but his attention stayed fixed on Mai. She answered each question with a slight smile and showed more interest than I expected.
Then he asked her, “Would you like to join me in the private room?”
Mai looked at me with uncertainty. She didn’t say no, but her eyes searched mine for direction.
I felt that familiar, strange mix of jealousy and deep arousal churning in my stomach. This was what we had talked about. What I thought I wanted. The point of no return.
“Yeah,” I said, swallowing hard. “We can check it out.”
Raj took her hand and led us toward the back. I followed them into a dimly lit room. In one corner, a couple was having sex while several men watched. Nearby, a woman knelt between two men, pleasuring them orally. At the far end was the private room. We stepped inside and he locked the door behind us.
It wasn’t completely private. A large window looked out into the main room, and almost immediately a man appeared on the other side, watching. Another joined him seconds later.
Mai looked so nervous. She glanced at the window, then at Raj, then at me.
“I think I need a drink,” she said softly.
I nodded. “I’ll grab us something.”
I left my wife alone with a stranger and headed toward the bar.
I was only away a few minutes, but the audience at the window had grown to five men, all pressed close together. I slipped in at the back of the small crowd and peered between their shoulders. Raj had wasted no time. He held Mai in his arms, kissing her softly, along her cheek, down her neck, then slowly against her lips.
Instead of intervening, I froze, completely captivated by the sight of this stranger claiming my wife while a group of men watched in silence. I should have gone in, but there was something intoxicating about watching her from a distance. I couldn’t reach her, couldn’t protect her, and somehow that made it all the more exciting.
As they held each other, Raj’s hands slid down to her hips, grabbing her butt through her dress. That was when Mai turned her head toward the window. Her eyes drifted back and forth, but she couldn’t seem to find me among the men gathered there. I stood frozen, watching my wife look for me while a stranger’s hands roamed her body, and I did nothing to stop it.
Raj continued, his fingers sliding between her thighs and pressing firmly against her pussy through the fabric of her dress. The hem crept higher until her black lace panties were visible to everyone watching through the glass. He turned her toward the window, as if showing her off to us. He pulled the neckline of her dress off her shoulders, exposing her breasts completely. The fabric bunched around her waist as he drew her back against him, one arm wrapped around her body, his hand cupping her breast, while the other slid inside her panties.
A heavy, collective groan surged through the pack as they consumed the sight of her.
“Damn…” the man in front of me groaned. “I want some of that tight Asian pussy.”
She stood there completely exposed, frantically scanning the group of strangers for me. When Raj bent her forward, she finally spotted me. Her eyes locked on mine, wide and uncertain, silently asking what she should do. I held her gaze and gave her a slow, deliberate nod. She still looked so unsure, but she didn’t stop him.
Raj moved behind her. She glanced back at him over her shoulder, her lips moving as if questioning him, but I couldn’t make out the words through the glass. In one smooth motion, he pulled her panties aside and pushed inside her. Mai gasped, her mouth falling open as her head dropped forward.
I was completely paralyzed. I watched as this stranger had sex with my wife while the other men watched from just a few feet away. My heart pounded with a terrifying, intoxicating mix of jealousy and deep voyeuristic arousal.
Her moans grew louder as he thrust into her. She looked at me again, her expression a mix of shock and pleasure. Her body rocked with every stroke, her breasts jiggling with the motion. The men around me leaned in closer, captivated by the sight of my wife being taken right in front of them.
Gradually, something shifted. Mai’s hesitation melted away, replaced by something deeper. Her eyes fluttered half-closed as she gave in to the sensation, moaning openly now. The familiar sound of her pleasure carried through the glass, over the music.
We were all transfixed, seven or eight men, all against that window, watching my wife lose herself. I could see the tension building in Raj’s body, and that was when the thought hit me.
Did he put on a condom?
Mai and I had talked about this before. She wasn’t on the pill. Her hormones didn’t react well to it, so any sexual activity required protection. That was the agreement.
But everything happened so quickly. In the darkness of that room, I hadn’t seen him put one on.
I assumed he would pull out. Instead, he gripped her hips and, with his head tilted back, pushed deep inside her.
I stood frozen on the other side of the glass, a sharp spike of panic hitting my chest. The fear I felt in that moment was unlike anything I had experienced. And when he finally pulled away from her, I had my answer.
Another man had just filled my wife with his cum.