*****

My heart was racing, and it felt like our collective juices were really flowing, as we made our final selections from the boutique. No matter how wild it drove Adam, I was just not ready to go out in public in that ultra-short dress. Even to what was tantamount to a sex party. Instead, I chose a naughty nurse’s uniform that was also short, also colorful, but a touch more modest.

The countdown to the event passed by in a blur, even though the doors didn’t open until midnight. We went for a light dinner, then to a bar close to the venue for a little Dutch courage, all the time touching each other and flirting, making come to bed eyes and just simmering with excitement. Never having been in a long-term relationship before, I didn’t know what was required to keep the romance alive four years in. But if this was it, I wasn’t complaining. My heart felt like it was pounding the entire time and every nerve was tingling with apprehension. I couldn’t take my eyes off Adam and the excitement felt the way it did when we were a brand-new couple, exploring this uncharted territory together.

A couple of cocktails and a couple of shots later, and we were ready to hit the club. Walking down a seedy back alley, carrying my costume in a dry-cleaning bag, to emerge in what looked like a disused construction yard containing only a single-story building, was not how I’d imagined this night would go. However, getting closer I saw the usual club bouncers standing outside, a formidable looking hostess checking everyone and their tickets as they entered, and a line of people vying for entry. It restored my confidence. Once the hostess had verified our right to enter, and checked our bags to ensure our outfits were suitable, we were allowed to step up and head to the change room.

I realized why many of the party goers had worn their exuberant costumes to the event, regardless of how ridiculous they might have looked on the street. The change room wasn’t exactly private and it certainly wasn’t single sex. I had Adam shield me as much as he could as I struggled into my hot nurse outfit but, I noticed, the few other people changing paid barely any attention.

“Ready?” he finally asked me, a mischievous gleam of excitement in his eye, then led me off without waiting for an answer.

I felt a sudden blast of warm air on my face as we stepped into the main hall. Nothing had prepared me for the sight that greeted me, either. The building looked like an old train station, with great gothic arches reaching up to the high ceiling. There was a vast bar directly in front of us, curving around to the left to create a right angle and, on the back of the wall, projected fifteen feet high, was porn.

The images kept flashing between different scenes and it was definitely graphic, but it wasn’t the highspeed, sweat-covered, running makeup, and ugly-faced screaming porn you normally find on the internet. It was arty, slow, and sensual, using odd filters to create different effects.

My attention was diverted from the show when a tall, well-built guy, wearing leather chaps and a thong, tall, furry angel wings, and sunglasses turned around from the bar and fired an oversized party popper at us, showing us in glitter and streamers.

“Some love for you!” he cried out in a camp voice, with an amazing smile, then turned back to the bar. Adam and I smiled at each other.

“Do you want a drink?” he asked

“In a minute,” I smiled. My intrigue had turned into enthusiasm as I looked over the mass of people I could already see dancing in the enormous hall next to us. They looked outlandish and beautiful, crazy and sexy, and not one of them was dressed in ordinary clothes. I could already feel the wild and uninhibited vibe coming off the entire gathering, like the steam from a sauna. And all that combined sexual energy seemed to be crawling its way toward my tingling loins. “I want to have a good look around, first.”

I walked through to the dance hall, trusting Adam to follow me but not checking. A beautifully bronzed girl caught me staring at her and smiled. I was staring because she was dancing, slowly and fluidly, with two other people, waving a shawl behind her and like a belly dancer. Nothing else covered her beautiful body except a G-string and some body glitter. I shyly looked away to a door that led out of the hall, and saw a pudgy man in only a black facemask, being pulled along by a tall woman who held him by onlya chord of leather tied around his limp dick.

I gasped and pounded Adam, indicating what I saw to him, but he just turned me a little so I found a stage by the dancefloor. On it was what a appeared to be a gynecologist’s chair, complete with stirrups, angled forward so the face of the smiling, young, naked girl could be clearly seen as she sat with her legs spread wide apart. From the guy sat by her and the tools on display, it looked as though she was waiting to get her clitoris of her labia pierced. Whatever they were doing, they were taking their time. I decided I didn’t want to hang around and find out.

I took Adam’s hand and pulled him toward the doorway. There we found the bathroom, again unisex but still with a longish line. Just around the corner, though, were lights and a set stage with a camera on a tripod facing them. I’d seen the signs outside that warned against bringing cameras into the venue and wondered how all those photos had appeared on the website. I guessed they had a pro and only took shots with the patrons’ permission. He wasn’t there at that moment, though, and I was grateful it didn’t look as though I was going to have to worry about illicit pictures of me circulating the Texas A&M campus.

“Okay, I gotta go,” Adam told me, indicating the restroom.

“Do you want me to wait with you?” I asked him.

“It’s okay, go explore,” he said. “I won’t be long.”

I kissed him and ventured off. Just beyond the camera was a wide staircase leading down. As I descended slowly, the lights changed from a warm and happy yellow and orange, to a much cooler white and light blue. Smoke hung heavily in the air and the sound of music from the dance hall was muted. There was another, smaller, bar and a lot of people hovering around, dressed extremely and sitting on leather couches that lined the walls.

I could barely believe my eyes as I saw a short-haired girl, straddling a shirtless man on one of the couches, as I realized she had on no underwear and was reaching behind her to guide an extremely long cock effortlessly into her, then lowered herself onto him as people sat chatting and drinking on either side of them.

A very young looking blonde in another nurse outfit bounded up to me, wide-eyed and grinning madly. “Snap!” she declared. “Wow, your tits look amazing, though.”

“Thanks,” I stammered, not used to such direct compliments from a woman I didn’t know.

“Wanna see mine?” she giggled, pulling down the front of her dress to show me her two small, budding breasts, each with a pert, pink nipple on it. I was lost for something to say until a flash went off, nearly blinding me.

I didn’t need my picture out in the world and spun around to where the light came from. The guy who held the camera smiled at me from behind a black devil’s mask. Angry as I was, I couldn’t help noticing how amazing his body looked. I could see it because he too was shirtless and, it took me an embarrassing moment to realize, was fucking a stunning redhead from behind, forcing gasping moans from her black-painted lips with every drive of his hips, as she bent forward, leaning her hands flat against the wall.

It didn’t even seem to matter to him that he was having sex. He just kept pointing his camera around and idly snapping off pictures. I couldn’t bring myself to confront him and, I soon realized, I was finding it hard to look away. It wasn’t his looks, although the firm jawline I could see under his mask, along with his full and sensual lips, were enticing. And it wasn’t his body, even though his tanned, sculpted torso was in such perfect proportion; strong, solid and buff. It was his swagger, his attitude. His confidence seemed to know no bounds which, I supposed, was a must for anyone happy enough to fuck in front of a crowd, whether they were watching or not, and I could tell he didn’t know or care for the girl he was screwing, but he still appeared able to drive her mad with passion. Just who was he?

“Hey, sexy,” Adam’s voice broke me from my train of thought. “I see you’re making new friends?” He indicated the nurse, who’d wandered off but was still smiling at me, plus the masked man and his fuck buddy.

The mystery camera man’s eyes locked with mine once more as Adam slid his arms around me from behind, then he looked away. “Let’s keep going,” I whispered to him.

Exiting out of the other end of the smoky, blue room, we came upon a wide corridor with a sign pointing into a dark doorway, saying ‘Dungeon’.

“Interested?” Adam teased me. I’d come this far, I wasn’t backing out now. I led him inside. On the floor by the door was a slim woman that looked to be in her forties, moaning loudly as two guys stroked and kissed her all over. We stepped over them and I could hear another woman’s voice shouting, yelling abuse, and accentuating every syllable with what sounded like the crack of a whip. “Some poor guy’s gonna be sore tomorrow,” Adam quipped.

Over the threshold, it was dark inside. Very dark. But I could hear that we weren’t alone. There was sighing, breathing, the soft wet sounds of kissing and licking, and the harder smacks of flesh against flesh. I turned back to tell Adam I wasn’t comfortable. I wasn’t sure what I’d pictured when agreeing to this to reignite the passion in our sex life, but I didn’t envision us banging in a dark roomfull of strangers.

Before I could voice my concerns, though, he was on me. I felt him lift me and march into the room until my back found the wooden wall, his mouth on mine and his tongue caressing me. The intensity of his kiss overcame me, making me dizzy and forcing me to push my hips against him, linking my legs behind his butt. Everything else just melted away. I didn’t care where we were, this was what I’d been longing for and I wanted him so bad.

He yanked the top of my nurse’s costume down, freeing my bra-less tits for his hands to fondle, as I set my feet back onto the floor, so I could find the zipper of his droog pants and undo it. I felt his fingers sliding under my flimsy panties to find me wet and open for him, and the touch of him against my throbbing clit made me gasp. Adam dropped to his knees, his lips and tongue replacing his fingertips, forcing my thong to the side.

Quickly, he pulled his mouth away and spun me around, pushing on my lower back until my face was against the wall, and slipped my underwear down to my ankles before I could say anything. He quickly pushed his tongue back inside me, from behind, then stood back up. Another step forward and I could feel the hot, hard length of his cock pressing against my firm buttocks. He kept himself there, his hands coming around to grip my hot breasts again, and I suddenly felt his breath, then lips, on the back of my neck.

Every part of his body was pushed against mine and I felt him throbbing against my butt, forcing a mirrored reaction in my clit. His right hand slid down between my legs and his fingers pushed against my slick entrance, then slid into my slippery, velvet hole.

“Damn, you're wet,” he breathed.

“And so fucking horny,” I whispered back.

“What do you want me to do about it?” I heard a slight sneer in his voice.

“Just fuck me, make me cum on your cock.” I groaned, never having wanted anything so bad before.

“Yeah?”

“Please, baby. Please fuck me. I’ll do anything you want if you just fuck me now.” I meant it too.

He stepped back. My heart dropped to my stomach. What did I do this time? Surely, he wasn’t going to leave us like this? I prayed that he wouldn’t turn away from me again, not now. Then, I felt his stiff rod against me again, sliding down under my ass-cheeks, towards my waiting, wet pussy. As the tip of him pushed easily inside, an electric pulse shot through me, forcing the air out of my lungs in an ecstatic moan. I couldn’t help but keep reciting a desperate ‘yes… yes…’ as he slid inch after throbbing inch inside me, tantalizingly slowly. I pushed my butt out and widened my stance, until I felt the base of him resting against my cheeks.

Finally, he was deep inside me, the soft walls of my welcoming pussy enclosing him, gripping him tightly, so relieved to feel his hard muscle penetrating me after such a long wait. We stood stock still, joined totally together, his one hand resting against the wall by my head, his other kneading my tits and pinching my nipples. Every pulse of his cock or twitch of my loins sent shivers through us both, powerful enough to make us gasp and groan.

But quickly, and with no warning, he drew himself out, his every bump and vein gliding deliciously inside of me, until just the tip of him remained, resting against the lips of my pussy, before he shoved himself back in, hard.

A soft moan escaped my lips, muted by my surroundings and my desperation not to draw attention to what we were doing, even though everyone else was doing the same thing. He kept pumping, his hips smacking against my butt, his long dick reaching deeper inside me with every thrust. I felt good, a low, primal grunt being forced out of me each time he slammed himself back in. However, as he kept fucking, my head fell back, my eyes closed, but, as I raised my hand to touch his face as his head lay on my shoulder, I couldn’t help feeling detachment.

He was deep inside me, sure, but it hit me we hadn’t been together in months and he was finally fucking me in a pitch-black room, surrounded by other fornicating couples, from behind so I could have been anyone. I felt a sudden and wide emptiness open up in my chest, hoping that I was wrong. This wasn’t how we were going to rekindle our spark, was it?

I could feel him twitching, swelling, preparing to come already. I could feel him poised, ready to explode, regardless of how far along I was, it seemed.

There was no going back but I didn’t want his jizz leaking out of me as we carried on moving around this party, so I slid off him and dropped to my knees. I almost felt like a robot, like there was no emotion in me as I took him in my mouth. I sucked on the tip of his cock, jerking his shaft with my hand until, seconds later, he emptied himself in my mouth. I swallowed his load, just trying not to make a mess on our rented outfits.

“Wow,” he breathed, helping me up from the ground. “You’re amazing.” I think he went to kiss me but I bent to pull up my underwear and brush the dust from my knees, then led him out. So, that was it? I asked myself, all the anticipation and build up for that? My heart was racing. Ignoring my sexual frustration, I loved Adam. I thought he loved me. Was this all I was worth, though, after months of wondering and supporting him?

“I need to use the restroom,” I muttered, not looking at him. “Can you get us some drinks?”

“Sure, baby. I’ll meet you back at the main bar and we can dance.”

We split up and I joined the line for the bathroom. It moved surprisingly quickly, until I was inside the small, wood-paneled room with urinals against one wall and cubicles against the other. As I waited my turn, the door of the stall nearest me opened and I had to blink to make sure I wasn’t seeing things. There he was again, the masked photographer. This time, he was between the legs of a sexy blonde as she leaned against the wall, with a brunette standing topless behind him, caressing his back with her hands and bare breasts.

He didn’t stop thrusting as he locked eyes with me once more, and again I couldn’t bring myself to look away. Then he stopped and just walked away from her, as though they’d been merely talking. The blonde barely seemed to notice as his cock was instantly replaced with the mouth and tongue of the brunette while, completely oblivious to the long, hard thing that pointed right at me from between his legs, he walked up to me.

I kept my eyes on his face, but I couldn’t stop my unsatisfied body wishing he’d just lift me off the floor and do me, in front of everyone. “Well, hello again,” he said instead. His voice was thick and sweet, like agave nectar.

“Hello yourself,” I said, looking away and trying to remain aloof.

“What happened to your boyfriend?”

“My fiancé is at the bar. What happened to your girlfriend? I could have sworn she was a red-head.”

“These beautiful things don’t belong to me,” he smiled, indicating the girls he was just with. “They are more than happy belonging to no one, with nothing limiting them to the pleasure they can enjoy.”

“Is that right?”

“It could be the same for you, if you want.”

I couldn’t stop my eyes dropping down to his dick. Sure, it had softened a little, but it still looked extremely capable and very tempting. What the hell am I thinking? a voice inside me spoke up, this isn’t me. I love Adam and we’re getting married. I decided I didn’t need to use the bathroom and just turned and strutted off. I had to sneak a look over my shoulder as I walked, though, and saw him returning to his friends easily, as though nothing had happened.

I found Adam at the bar. “Here you are, baby,” he handed me a glass, “jack and coke, okay?” I took it and drank it back in one swallow. “Easy there.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” I told him, “I really don’t feel so good. Can we go?”

He looked disappointed for a second but, maybe because he’d got off already, he agreed quite quickly. We stopped to change back into street clothes. At least not drinking too much meant we could drive straight back to San Antonio, after we’d left our outfits in the chute back at the costume store.