“I think I’m addicted.”

Melissa confessed. Not to a therapist, no, that would have been too easy. Her confession was directed towards her husband who sat opposite her at the dining room table. The look on his face was a testament to the unfamiliar excuses coming out of his wife’s mouth.

A momentary silence fell upon the room.

“Carry on,” Matt instructed.

Melissa clasped her hands, her mascara streaked across her face from the torrent of tears. She couldn’t believe how stupid she had been. She had cheated many times before and had always been so careful.

She sobbed, shaking her head not wanting to make things worse. “I…”

Matt remained silent, waiting.

“I just love cock,” Melissa blurted out. “The men in the club just use me, treat me like a whore. You don’t understand, but I love that feeling.”

Matt flinched; her words were hard for him to process, bordering on unbelievable.

“I love that feeling of being used and abused. There may be one, two or five of them, I don’t care how many, as long as their dicks are hard as steel and they have a fuck-it attitude towards me.”

Matt sighed. His anger at finding her creeping into the house with cum-filled knickers and the contents of many cocks over her tits was starting to subside.

“I’ve been put on a table, finger fucked until I was screaming for them to stop. And I’m sorry to say this but you have no idea how that made me feel. I’ve had all my holes filled by black and white cock. And last week, three men unloaded great quantities of spunk down my throat.”

“How often do you go to this – club?” Matt asked.

“Once a week when I’m supposed to be at the gym.”

Matt nodded and came to realise how easy it was for his wife to lie to him and cover her tracks for nights of illicit sex.

“Jenny dared me, at first.”

Matt raised his eyebrows, “Jenny – my sister?” he asked, shaking his head.

Melissa nodded. “She dared me to go to the club and walk away without being tempted. And I had toured the rooms, seen everything and was on my way out when this voice caught my attention. His finger stroked the length of my spine and that’s when it happened.” Melissa squeezed the bridge of her nose. She rubbed her hand across her face, smudging the mascara.

“I reacted. My nipples flared and became super sensitive. I was shaking with excitement. When I turned to look at this stranger all I could see was his cock rearing upwards. My lips started quivering and I wet my panties.” Melissa bit her finger. “He fucked me. Right there in the bar. He whispered in my ear and told me that I couldn’t leave without his spunk inside of me. He was right, I couldn’t. He lifted my dress, slid my panties to one side and penetrated me. I was so wet. That’s the truth of it.”

Matt coughed hard, her words hard to swallow. He stared at the table, unable to respond to her frankness. His emotions, swinging like a pendulum.

“He fucked me and left me unsatisfied with his spunk dripping out of my cunt, but I was buzzing. Absolutely buzzing. I went back into the club and found a man lying on his back in one of the communal rooms. He was stroking his prick watching two women make out. I pulled my dress over my head and straddled him. The fuck was just as powerful, just as dirty. He filled me up too.

“When I came home to you, I went straight in the shower and cleansed all the filth from my body.”

“I remember that night,” said Matt, “the way you sucked my cock as soon as you got in bed and straddled me. I wondered where you got the energy from?”

“I had to go back there. I thought it would have been a one-off, but – two weeks later I found myself heading to the club. I found a couple of blokes. The conversation was brief; I told them what I wanted and they complied. They showed me a good time, and being furiously double fucked is unbelievable. My pussy and ass were on fire, my whole body throbbed with pleasure, and those orgasms shattered my expectations. I found another two blokes after them and repeated it. I knew I was becoming addicted but what can a girl do?”

Matt became restless. “Stop,” he told her.

Melissa snorted. “Yes, I stopped. I stopped thinking I could do without and got on with it. One week I went twice. That weekend I had to refuse you because I was so sore.” Melissa shook her head remembering the unfolding events. “Since that day I’ve had more and more men at once. Two cocks in my cunt, one in my ass, and one in my mouth. The men queue up when they know I’m there, chewing at the bit to get their dicks inside me or pour their spunk all over my body.” 

“It’s all coming out now, isn’t it? Melissa at her best, Melissa the slut, the whore, the fuck toy of Eastgate Swingers Club. Melissa Evans – your name should be on all the billboards.” Matt started to get agitated. His hands shook. With his head bowed he raised his eyes to gaze at his wife. He couldn’t believe the thoughts going through his mind.  What was he contemplating?

Melissa could see the change in his demeanour. Her posture straightened. She could see the cogs turning in his mind. “What’s going through your head, Matt?” she asked.

“Get up, get your coat.”

“Are you throwing me out? I have nowhere to go.” Her voice broke halfway through the sentence. Melissa started crying.

“We’re going back to that club, right now. I want to watch you get fucked,” he growled.