Bouncers And Clubbers Take Me In Front Of My Husband

My husband Joe and I were at one of the most expensive clubs in New York, he had taken me out as a treat for my birthday.

As we waited in the line, I noticed that there were several bouncers on the door, all big, rough and tough looking men you would not want to mess with.

As we got closer, I saw that the head bouncer had a clipboard, and was asking people their names as they went in. I wondered if Joe had actually thought to get us on the list.

When we got to the door, the head bouncer looked at him.

“Is your name on the list?”

“Um…list?”

“Did you contact us and get your name on the list? If your name is not on the list then you’re not getting in.”

“Um…I…”

How fucking incompetent was he? The people in the line behind us were staring. They were staring at the couple whose names were not on the list and were not getting in. This was so embarrassing.

“Can’t you do anything right Joe? All you had to do was email or phone them and get on the list. You don’t just turn up at exclusive clubs and expect to get in. Why are you so fucking useless?”

“Tell you what”, said the head bouncer, “there could be a way for you to gain entry.” He raised his eyebrows, as the other bouncers licked their lips and looked me up and down.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“You could let us all gangbang the holy hell out of you right here and now. Your husband seems to be a fucking loser, and I bet he has a small dick as well and doesn’t fuck you good enough. We on the other hand, we are fucking alpha male studs baby, we will give you what you need and more. How about it bitch? You up for spreading your legs like some cheap whore to get into this club?”

I could not believe the bouncer’s audacity. How dare he talk to me like this? But then I looked to Joe. He was hanging his head, he was not even man enough to tell the bouncer nobody spoke to his wife like that.

In that moment, I could no longer stand how weak he was. On top of which, the bouncer was right, he did have a small dick, and he didn’t fuck me good enough. It was time to get crazy. I kicked off my shoes and reached behind me to find the zipper on my dress.

“Hey”, said a guy in the line behind me, “would you mind moving it along? We don’t want to be standing…”

He stopped mid-sentence, no more words leaving his lips as my dress left my body and slipped to the ground. It was very expensive, and it would no doubt get very dirty. But I did not care.

There were astonished gasps along the line as my bra then joined my dress on the ground, the cool night air hitting my round breasts as they spilled out into the open. Last of all I hauled off my panties, revealing my trim pubic triangle that pointed down into thick, pink pussy lips.

“Honey”, said Joe, “what, what are you doing? You’re stripping naked!”

“Indeed”, I said, “and now you’re going to see what happens when you are a useless limp dick that can’t do a single thing right. You can’t even take me on a night out on the town without fucking it up can you Joe?”

As he meekly stood by, the bouncers surrounded me. I was now circled by size, muscle, testosterone and assertiveness. This was the masculinity that I realised had been so lacking in my marriage. I could feel my nipples tauten and my cunt quiver. I wanted this so bad.

The head bouncer grinned as he laid his hands upon my exposed melons, just as from behind I felt hot breath on my neck and fingers dig into my ass cheeks.