Ecstasy in the Club

All characters are above the age of 18.

WARNING: This tale features recreational drug use and bisexual content (both genders). It's also fairly lengthy, but there's lots of steamy action that unfolds. If that doesn't sound like your cup of tea, please opt for one of my other works!

As always, this story is a fantasy. Please please please practice safe sex and drug use!

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"Hey sweetie," I answered my phone. I tried to keep my voice low -- the dressing room we were in had a door, but still.

Bryce glanced over from where she stood in front of the mirror, realized what was happening, and returned to checking out the jeans she was trying on.

"Hey baby," my husband Isaiah drawled in his deep, chocolatey voice. Ugh, I loved hearing it every single time. "I just wanted to hear your voice. Sorry I don't have long, we're running between meetings. This is the last one for the day though. So we'll be meeting up with you guys soon."

Isaiah and his college best friend Ethan had started their own data analytics AI company three years ago. Recently it was doing well, surprisingly well, and he was now in Berlin for a few days pitching to a bunch of prospective clients.

Rather, we were all in Berlin. Me (Danica), Isaiah, his partner Ethan, and Ethan's wife Bryce. With three days of business meetings, we'd all decided to tack on a few extra days before and after and just make it a vacation too. The boys were almost done with their meetings for the day. The girls were almost done with their sightseeing and shopping for the day.

"Sounds good, sweetie," I murmured back into the phone. "Good luck, you're gonna do great!"

"Thank you! I love you." My husband's words went straight to my heart, as they always did. "I'll call when we're done, okay? It shouldn't be too long."

"Alright, we're in no hurry. Kick ass," I tried to put reassurance into my voice. "Love you."

Isaiah echoed me again on the other side of the phone, and we hung up.

"Aww, you guys are so cute," Bryce was smiling at me through the mirror. She could see me blush.

"Thanks," I was bashful. "Y'all are too."

All of us had been friends for a while. Isaiah and Ethan were best buddies in college, at 19. Isaiah met me when he was 24; I'd been 21. So I'd known Ethan for over a decade now. Then Ethan and Bryce had met a few years after us.

"You're too kind," the blonde turned back to study her reflection. "Now what do you think of the jeans?"

My eyes drew over my friend's legs. The bright white jeans hung loose from the knee down but came up quite snugly around the butt and hips. Bryce had a nice firm butt. She had a nice everything to be fair. The blonde was leggy, much taller than me, and possessed a wonderful hourglass figure. Her facial features were sharply defined and her skin was nearly flawless.

In fairness, I knew that she got work done pretty regularly. Botox at least. And some lip filler. And those big amazing boobs.... She definitely put money and effort into looking as good as she did.

I had to rip my mind back to the question at hand. What was I doing? Figuring out how the jeans looked.

"I think they're cute," I answered plainly. Bryce's stare made me realize she was looking for more. I rambled, "I'm honestly a bigger off-white girl myself, but they fit you well and make your butt look good."

Apparently more satisfied with that answer, Bryce turned back to the mirror but remained pouting her full lips in indecisiveness.

"Hmm, I don't know," she popped her hips both ways, looking at the jeans from different angles. "Should I get them?"

"My personal rule has always been that if it's not a clear yes, then it's a no," I offered. "But I can't say."

"Ugh, I don't like that rule," Bryce laughed. "My heart says they're a yes."

Small moments like that reminded me that Bryce came from money. Isaiah and I were still just beginning to process the lifestyle upgrade that was starting to hit as the company took off.

The blonde unzipped the jeans and tossed them in her "yes" pile. She stood in only a t-shirt and thong, the fabric disappearing cleanly between her ass. Yeah, it wasn't just the jeans making it look good.

Being semi or even fully naked wasn't too unfamiliar for Bryce and I. Our whole foursome were pretty open-minded people: us girls didn't mind changing in front of each other, and on a tiny number of occasions we'd all skinnydipped together, after either a lot of martinis or a large joint. Nothing crazy obviously but we were just relatively comfortable with each other.

On cue, Bryce stripped her shirt over her head and unhooked her bra so she could try on a small sundress. Her toned abs were on display, but the eye-catcher was her big, full chest.

Bryce had gotten her boobs done in her mid-20s -- she'd told me once that they were a B before, about the same as mine. Now she was probably a DD or so, and by god they looked incredible. I just wanted to squeeze them, bury my face in between them. Bryce's doctor had known what he was doing.

Her puffy pink nipples were erect too. The big areolae had tightened at the exposed air.

My eyes flitted up and I caught Bryce's gaze. She'd been staring at me -- catching me sizing up her tits? Maybe, who cares?

I wasn't like, actually lesbian, or anything more than curious. Neither was Bryce. From what I knew at least. It was just a look of appreciation. Beautiful people were beautiful, regardless of gender.

If she did see something, my friend didn't call me out. The sundress was a no, and she tossed back on her shirt. Without a bra now, her nipples strained at the thin fabric.

"Your turn," Bryce directed as she slid back into her leggings. The few things I'd picked out were on my side of the room, and I began to slide my jeans off to try on a skirt.

My bottoms were lilac cotton, with white lacy trim. They covered most of me, unlike Bryce's. I guided the long skirt up.

Bryce and I chatted about our favorite sights of the day. Mine was the Brandenburg Gate -- Bryce's was the Wall. We agreed the flowy skirt was a no. I tried on a shorter, more fitting one after, and it was a maybe, which meant a no.

"You need to learn how to shop better!" Bryce admonished me. "That was cute, and you liked it."

"Ehh, maybe. But I don't want to buy something I won't wear."

"Okay, well give it a shot and then donate it?" Bryce proposed.

"I guess I never wanted to spend the money if I wasn't sure about it," I admitted.

"That's fair. But our men are out there signing big money deals right now, and I know that skirt isn't that expensive."

She was right. It wasn't like Isaiah and I were struggling or anything. I was a speech language pathologist for a public elementary district, so my paycheck wasn't great. It was enough though, even in the lean early months of the start-up. Add on the company starting to make fairly significant revenue recently, it wasn't really about the skirt. That was just the way I was.

"You're probably right," I ceded to her. "But it's okay. A sign will come along if I'm meant to get something."

Bryce relented at that answer, and I tried on a couple dresses, both of which were quick no's. I was down to just my undies now -- my bra was plain white unpadded cotton.

I tried on a top, which was a no. And then the last one was a funkier, backless jumpsuit with full sleeves. I had to take off my bra to see how it looked, and after a slight beat of preparation to strip in front of someone, I pulled the garment up over my head.

Bryce was looking at her phone, and didn't say anything as I tried the blue piece on. It was striking, and fit me nicely. The huge cut-out exposing my whole back was pretty sexy. My nipples were clear against the tight front as well.

Ultimately it was a little uncomfortable in the crotch, and I didn't love the way it came off my shoulders. Another no.

"Wow," Bryce sighed as I stripped it off and completed my pile. "That's sad." She rose up off the bench and strode next to me in the mirror.

"Yeah, I was hoping something would wow me, but it's okay," I accepted. Bryce was standing close to me, barely a foot away.

We were silent for a beat, and I watched in the mirror as her eyes did a brief, but noticeable, scan up my nearly-naked body. I did the same to her.

It was funny seeing the differences between us projected in the mirror. Bryce stood at least 4 or 5 inches taller than me and overall possessed a more striking figure. My facial features were much softer and rounder than hers, pocked with noticeable dimples. Her curves were more pronounced. My pale freckled skin was spottier, less sleek than her painted bronze tan. And while we had similar natural hair colors, a soft brunette, Bryce's bright dyed blonde caught every light in the room.

The smattering of tattoos on my arms did draw the eye more than Bryce's unmarked skin. I had 7 small pieces running up my left arm, and another handful on my right forearm and hand. My green eyes shone prominently too, and my bangs added just enough edge to round out the look.

I thought I was cute. Even if I wasn't a Bryce bombshell.

The stunning blonde let out a small sigh as we stared in the mirror. "Your boobs are so perfect."

Her comment took me by surprise, and I blushed. My boobs were small but they were definitely perky. Pale pink nipples stood out from my small areolae, angled up just a little.

"Uhh, thanks," I nervously giggled. It felt good to hear. I loved my boobs too.

Bryce shifted, directly behind me, and before I could really react, she was reaching around to cup my breasts.

"Mmm, I miss having small boobs sometimes," she mused. The blonde stood above me, and she could look over my shoulder right into my eyes through the mirror.

Bryce was a masseuse, and I didn't know anyone in the world who could make their hands feel better. Even with just her light touch on my chest, she held me perfectly.

"Oh come on, yours are so amazing," I served back.

Bryce's hands hovered on my chest for three, four seconds. I kept waiting for them to slide off -- not that I necessarily wanted them to? I just felt like it was supposed to be awkward.

"Yeah, I love them, don't get me wrong," Bryce finally moved her hands away. Goosebumps marked every millimeter she'd touched. My nipples were tensing. "Yours are just so feminine. So cute. I don't know."

Her eyes lingered on my body for juuust a second long enough to make something in my stomach twitch. We returned to our clothing piles, and I put my actual outfit back on.

The no's went on the rack, and Bryce walked out with a few things. We'd just popped back out onto the Berlin street when Bryce's phone rang.

"Hey honey, what's up?" she answered cheerfully.

I hovered nearby while we paused on the street. I couldn't hear Ethan on the other side, but if he was calling, the boys must've been out of their last meeting.

"We just walked out of another store. So yeah we can be done." My heart picked up. I had been missing my husband all day and didn't want to waste any more time before seeing him. I was happy to be done shopping.

"Uhh yeah, we can wait here for you guys I guess?" Bryce gave me a questioning look, and I shrugged my shoulders. Sure? I figured we'd go back to the Airbnb. "Yeah there's still a bunch of shops nearby. Why?"

Bryce's face shifted dramatically into a look of surprise at Ethan's answer.

"Wait, what??" Bryce reacted, and her mouth was still partially ajar.

"What?" I mouthed, now very curious what was happening.

"Uhh, ok. Sounds good," Bryce's face and tone started to temper. "We'll find a cafe or something close and wait for you guys."

I gave Bryce a renewed look of curiosity, seeking answers. But she wasn't obliging.

"Okay, love you too. See you soon." She hung up the phone and slid it back into her bag.

"What's happening?" I inquired.

Bryce gave me a look like she was still processing whatever the phone call was.

"Apparently we're going to a rave tonight."

***

Raving was not a typical activity in our household. We were fun, experimental people, but I guess it just wasn't a scene we'd ever really been around.

The boys made their way across the city to meet up with us, and they explained the whole story while we all sat in a cafe. Ethan hadn't told Bryce much over the phone.

"So the last guy we're meeting with," Ethan began. "Karl. He was immediately super casual, kinda bro-ey."

"How old was he?" Bryce asked. She and I sat adjacent on the booth side of the table, across from our respective spouses.

"50?" Isaiah speculated. "Maybe mid-50s?" My husband looked so sexy in his navy suit. He always looked sexy to be fair, but especially when he was all dressed up and snazzy.

Isaiah's caramel brown skin and jet black curly hair always made my heart tumble. He had big brown eyes, wide features, and a huge smile. His sleek suit fit him wonderfully; Isaiah had a unique build with broad shoulders and a big chest, but a shorter frame about the same height as Bryce. With the fancy clothes, goatee shaved fresh, and his ear studs glinting in the light... damn my man looked good.

"Yeah, he was older but acted like he was in his 20s," Ethan explained, drawing my attention back. "The business part went super quick, he agreed to sign a contract for a partial rollout within like 5 minutes."

"Oh wow, that's awesome!" I cheered.

"It was our easiest pitch of the day," Isaiah chimed in. "He was honestly not super... professional, compared to what we expected anyway."

"Yeah, leading into the rest of the story," Ethan took back over. The tall, lanky, Asian man was almost half a foot taller than my husband, but his mop of black hair and slightly-hunched shoulders always made him feel a little smaller. He was kind and spoke softly, a gentle giant. "He asks us how long we're in the city, where we're staying, what we're planning on doing, yada yada yada."

"He asked about you both, a couple times," Isaiah informed us.

"Really? Like in what way?" Bryce questioned.

"I don't know, but he asked to see pictures of each couple," my husband revealed. "Maybe it's a cultural thing?"

That didn't sound convincing. Karl seemed a little strange.

"Weird," Bryce backed me up.

"Long story short, he said we have to go clubbing while we're here," Ethan continued. "He started going on and on about the clubs in Berlin: the crazy nights, all the beautiful girls he's slept with, the drugs he's done. Really weird vibes for a conference room."

Bryce failed to hold in a snort, and I tried to picture the scene. That was certainly not what I expected boardroom conversations to consist of, especially with the Germans.

"So he tells us that his brother owns a club somewhere in the city--"

"He said 'it may be called a "rave" in America,'" Isaiah butted in.

"Yeah, so a rave/club situation," Ethan resumed. "His brother owns it, and he wants to go with us. Tonight."

"He was pretty adamant," Isaiah elaborated.

"Yeah he brought it up again and again. Like this guy decided what was going to happen and pretty much told us," Ethan said. That was also kind of strange. "We told him we have more meetings tomorrow morning but he didn't care."

"He's a little... intense, it was all a bit weird. But I mean, he's about to be paying us a few million dollars so it does only seem fair," Isaiah reasoned.

Silence settled over our table for a second, and I sipped my hot coffee. We'd all gotten some form of caffeine with the long night ahead of us.

"Okay, so we're doing this," Bryce declared, breaking the silence. "He's about to be paying for this whole trip so let's go enjoy a rave."

"Alright," Isaiah chuckled. I wasn't feeling quite as confident as Bryce. A rave club in Berlin sounded scary. I'd heard that Berlin nightlife had a uniquely strict and extreme culture or something. And I'd never done anything like this before. Clubbing back in college maybe, but this seemed crazier.

Doubly so if this Karl was "intense."

"Well we have a long time before we have to be ready or anything," Ethan explained. "His assistant already sent us over instructions. We're not supposed to go until 1:00 am."

"1 AM?!" I about choked on my sip of coffee. That was going-home time, not arriving-there time.

"Yeah, that's what it says. 'Pickup between 1:05-1:10.'"

"Our first meeting tomorrow is at 8, it'll be a brutal wakeup for us," my husband noted, looking to his partner. At least that wouldn't be my problem.

"I'm gonna need another cup of coffee," I sighed.

"I'm gonna need a new outfit," Bryce realized.

"That's why we asked if there were still shops nearby," Isaiah said. "I don't think any of us have good rave clothes."

"What are 'rave clothes'? What are we supposed to wear?" I asked genuinely.

"The instructions don't say," Ethan reported.

"Sounds like we're gonna have to do some research then!" Bryce declared and took it upon herself to lead the charge.

We sat around and ordered a second drink each. I willed every sip of coffee to store the energy in my veins for later. Bryce found the club's Instagram and we looked at photos to gauge the vibe.

The bottom line was we'd have to dress a lot skimpier than I otherwise would have.

Shopping for all of us took up the rest of the early evening, and the night crawled by past dinner.

I tried to hide my apprehension, tell myself it was going to be great. Everyone else seemed excited, or amped enough at least.

I could be fun. I was fun. I was experimental. Maybe this guy was intense, maybe a German rave was really experimental, but I could do it.

My outfit was really hot too.

We had made it back to our Airbnb, all getting ready. Even with a stop for drinks at a bar after dinner, we still had nearly two hours before we needed to leave. An espresso martini to go with the two cups of coffee earlier had me ultra wired and ready for the night. But also probably not calming the nerves.

"God you look amazing," Bryce said as we stood next to each other in the bathroom mirror. I blushed.

Bryce had actually found my dress. It was a sleeveless black leather halter, with a thin choker ringing round my neck and a fairly deep V exposing the top of my sternum. There was a big diamond cut-out in the middle too, from the top of my stomach to down below my navel, with just two small straps across my torso to cover. The bottom hem barely made it past my butt.

All told, there wasn't a lot of fabric. But it was figure-hugging and hid just enough to keep you imagining more. My nipples pressed firmly against the tight fabric. I was dressed to kill.

"You made an amazing choice on the dress," I complimented my friend.

"You wear it perfectly, don't thank me for it looking good." The blonde's eyes were roaming up and down my body.

Bryce had even gone a little crazier than me. She donned a black leather bra that somehow managed to her big boobs look even fuller. A long sheer black skirt mostly obscured her lower half. Two slits by the inner hip could flare open though, affording a peek of the high-waisted black leather panties underneath whenever she spun or strode quickly. A matching sheer black long-sleeve shrug completed the look, but sat on the counter for now.

"Well I don't even want to hear about how good I look when you're stealing the show," I tried to return the flattery. Bryce's amazing body was definitely on display, and captivating my attention. The little glimpse of her panty straps that peeked over her skirt's waistline... damn. I had to turn my attention back to my eyeshadow before I got too distracted.

A phone rang in the living room where the boys were, and I heard my husband answer. I couldn't make out what he was saying though, and we kept on doing our makeup.

Bryce was way more glam: heavy eyeshadow, flawless foundation and contour, bright red lips. My own style was much more muted, soft.

Isaiah came in to interrupt us right as I finished my pink lips.

"So... update: Karl isn't coming anymore. The client," he clarified. "He said it was an emergency he got pulled into. He sounded pissed."

"Oh dang, I hope everything's alright," Bryce reacted with kindness. My first emotion had been relief.

"Yeah I don't know," Isaiah responded. "But he told us that we still have to go."

"What do you mean?" I asked, having seen a sliver of an escape chance.

"There's already someone set up to take us there and escort us and stuff so he said we have to use it."

"We're grown adults, he can't make us," I retorted, now feeling miffed more than anything about being told what to do.

"C'mon, we're already dressed and everything," Bryce pointed out as she slipped the sheer bolero shrug on to complete her outfit. "This'll be fun! I've been mentally preparing for it the whole night."

I had too, I supposed. And I would still go, I was still trying to psyche myself up. But it was hard.

"You're right," the escape plan slipped away. "And he's a client now anyway, so we should make him happy."

Isaiah smiled at my acquiescence. He was wearing loose black cargo jeans, made to look faded and partially frayed, with a tight black sweater. The top clung well to his brawny frame.

"What are you girls up to?" he asked casually, leaning on the doorframe. His eyes scanned up and down my body, lustily taking in my revealing figure.

"I was about to do our hair," Bryce answered. She was much more skilled with hair -- with all things beauty really -- than me.

"Cool, do either of you need another drink?" my husband asked chivalrously, but we still each had half a cup left and refrained.

As we turned back to the mirror, it didn't escape my attention that my husband's eyes fell on Bryce's prominent chest. His hot gaze lingered for merely a moment, before he shrugged off the door and slipped back out to chill with Ethan.

I couldn't blame him. I'd been forcing myself not to sneak looks at her tits as well. And we'd all seen Bryce in a bikini before, this was nothing new.

"Time for our hair?" the blonde turned my attention back to getting ready. I nodded while stealing a sip of my drink.

Bryce did me first: twin space buns on top of my head. She styled them lightning quick and it looked really cute. They matched my round face well. My bangs were brushed down evenly with a few sidepieces to frame my features too.

"Wow you're a wizard," I gushed to Bryce when she stepped back. I was obsessed.

"Thank you! I try," Bryce smiled and sipped her mixed drink. Vodka and diet soda -- we were twinning. "Now how should I do mine?"

Bryce waffled with me for a few minutes before settling on pigtails. I sipped my drink and chit-chatted while she went to work. Braiding was always beautiful to watch, I thought. Her gorgeous hair was long enough that each braid reached a good bit down her back. She looked powerful.

"Amazing!" I sighed when Bryce was done. Next to each other... we looked damn good. Ready to light this town up.

I began to suspect that the caffeine and couple of drinks were making me more ready for this night.

We'd taken our time getting ready and still had 45 minutes before a driver was meeting us. I slid on my platformed Doc boots, and for a brief moment I was nearly Bryce's height. Until she put on her tall, leather heeled boots and rose above me again.

The boys had been waiting in the living room patiently, chatting and drinking a few beers by the looks of the coffee table. Ethan wore a black tank with a black leather jacket over it, and tight black jeans to complete the ensemble. We looked like the world's sexiest funeral party.

The four of us all sat for a while, talking about the trip and the upcoming night. Time ticked by.

Isaiah's arm around my shoulder felt lovely. Safe and warm and exactly the touch I needed. The couple drinks were making a big part of me want to just drag my husband to the bedroom and have animalistic sex. Forget everything else.

But no, we were in and committed for the night. I was excited. Or getting more excited at least.

Even if every second of being comfy on the couch was draining that.

Finally, at the stroke of 1:05, Ethan got a text.

"Okay, the driver's here!" he announced. "Finish your drinks."

Everyone began to rise, but Bryce paused us.

"Wait guys, I think we should take a shot before we go," she pitched. "I need something to get me fully in the zone."

General grumbles ran around the room -- shots were a decade-ago activity for us at this point.

"Come on!" the blonde pleaded. "We can go a little crazy tonight. We're not that old!"

The boys sighed their okays, and it looked like I had no choice. God I hated shots.

Four vodka shots sat on the counter and were drained a second later.

"Uggggh!" I retched almost immediately. The alcohol burned, stung, ate at my insides. But I kept it down. "God that was nasty!"

"Whooo!" Isaiah shook his whole body. "Damn."

"Feels like college again," Ethan laughed to Isaiah through a sputtering cough.

"Let's go!" Bryce rallied us, easily the least affected, and we grabbed our overcoats.

The driver was waiting outside his car, a black sedan. He looked annoyed he'd had to wait -- or maybe that was just a neutral German face.

Our commute to the venue was silent and brief. We pulled up to the curb across from it and the driver's wheels were spinning barely after we'd clambered out of the car.

"Alright, there should be someone waiting for us directly out front," Ethan explained. He was the de-facto leader for now, solely because he had the email from Karl's assistant pulled up. "And it says not to speak, at all."

"What?" Bryce looked puzzled.

"That's what it says," Ethan showed his wife the email. "I'm not gonna question it."

"Hmm, whatever," the blonde rolled her eyes at the instruction. "Let's go do this."

The line outside the club was tremendous -- it felt a little strange to walk right past everyone who'd clearly been waiting for ages. I wasn't anyone special, I wasn't a VIP.

Seeing everyone else's clothes though, we didn't look too out of place. I was proud.

A few men stood right near the entrance, and one of them stepped forward as soon as he saw us.

"Vith Karl?" the large man asked in broken English. They'd been expecting us. Ethan nodded his head, clearly afraid to speak at all.

The man pulled out his phone and checked something for a minute, before sliding it back in his pocket seemingly content. He strode to one of the doors and opened it, giving us a stern look.

We moved forward blindly, stepping through into blackness.

"Hallo!" a cheery voice from the void made me jump out of my skin. My vision took a prolonged second to adjust to the dark light, but we were in a long hallway. Subtle house music reverberated from somewhere far away. A man -- the man with the voice -- stood right inside the door.

"Uhh, hello," Ethan stuttered out. Were we allowed to speak yet?

"I am Max, und I am here to give you the tour of our club," the man spoke again. His English was pretty good. Leagues better than any of our German. "Please follow me."

Max wasted no time and started down the hallway. A single dim blue bulb at the end illuminated the space, and I almost tripped over my husband's feet in front of me.

At the end of the hallway, a left turn led down a steep, coiling flight of stairs. Each step made the music grow a little louder and my heart beat a little faster. This was all strange. The whole place was hardly lit, and the walls seemed to be bare concrete.

The stairs felt endless but we eventually made our way to the bottom. The music was definitely blaring now. We all shuffled forward and light suddenly grew.

Max had guided us to a fairly large room with soft blue lights ringing all around the floor, casting long shadows up on the ceiling. Tapestries and paintings hung on the wall. A few benches were scattered around the walls with clubgoers filling them, drinks and vapes in hand. On one side stood a curtained entryway, and on the other were two hallways that appeared to branch off into even more light. The music appeared to be originating from that direction.

"Please allow me to take your coats," Max offered as we all stood there, and he disappeared behind the curtain. The cheery man re-appeared a moment later with a bottle of water in one hand, and a small black pouch in his other.

"Now have any of you been to a club like ours before?" Max asked, and we all shook our heads. "Ah, ok. Well, this is a very open and free club. We want everyone to be comfortable, und so we must tape your cameras. We do not allow any photographs or videos."

Hmm, okay. That seemed a little extreme. Not that I would've been recording stuff, but what was so crazy here that we needed our phones taped?

Max pulled some stickers out of his bag and held out a hand. "Please."

Bryce gave me a look like she wanted to know what I was going to do. I shrugged -- acquiescence.

Ethan gave over his phone first, and Max placed a small black sticker over the back. He took all of our phones in turn, and then found his place in front of us again. The boys ended up with all four phones since us girls lost our pockets when Max took the coats.

"So, we hope you all enjoy yourselves. There are many bars und disco areas vith the DJs throughout if you follow the halls," he motioned behind him to the two hallways. "The bigger dances are further in the back. Toilets will be clearly signed. If you go all the way to the very back, the lighted stairs lead down. You may use the private areas down below."

Private areas? What the fuck did that mean?

"Do not touch anyone who does not ask. Do not dance too aggressively. If any of you requires assistance, please come back to this room und press the button," he motioned to the curtain, what looked like a doorbell next to it. "But please, have fun."

Max ended his spiel with a big smile and tucked his arms at his side.

"Alright, sounds good," Ethan smiled.

"Thank you!" Bryce chimed.

What now?

We were all about to start moving towards the hallways when Max stopped us.

"Ah, wait. You cannot leave yet!" he protested. He reached into his pouch and withdrew a smaller bag. From this, he fished out a few tiny items, and then opened his palm to us to reveal four plain capsules.

"You must take these before you enter please. Karl has instructed."

My throat bobbed. I looked to everyone else. We were all stunned.

What the fuck was this?

We smoked pot occasionally and I did acid once in college. But I did not have experience with pills!

Was everyone else freaking out too? Because I certainly was. This was not in my plan for the night, I was not prepared for this, and I didn't know if I could do it. Could I? Would everyone else? I couldn't be the only person who didn't. But they wouldn't... would they?

"Please," Max repeated when no one moved, with the same disarming smile on his face. Now it was less cheery, and more scary.

We all stayed silent. What were we supposed to do? I was certainly not brave enough to make the first move in either direction.

Bryce was though.

The tall blonde stepped forward confidently and took one of the capsules from Max. In a smooth motion she popped it into her mouth.

Oh wow. We were doing this.

Max handed her the bottle of water and Bryce swallowed. She looked around to the rest of us expectantly.

"Baby?" she asked her confused-looking husband. His expression steeled.

Ethan stepped forward, but I could tell he was more timid than his fearless wife. He paused for just a moment with the capsule almost at his mouth, and then gulped it down.

Isaiah and I met eyes. I tried to plead, beg him to give me direction or explain this whole situation to me. I was very tipsy and wired on caffeine in an underground Berlin rave club and now asked to take a mystery pill. How was I supposed to navigate this silently???

My husband stepped forward, and it seemed I had no choice. He took his capsule, and I fought every anxious nerve in my body to finger the last one from Max's palm.

It felt heavy in my mouth. I had to force it down, gulping water to stymy my gut screaming at me to chuck it up. Still not as bad as the shot though.

The capsule was down. We all stood there, waiting for something to happen.

"Wonderful!" Max smiled again. From the bigger black pouch he produced another identical tiny bag and handed it to Ethan. My stomach did a turn, figuring I knew what was inside.

"Have you drank any alcohol tonight?" Max asked the group plainly, and we all nodded. "Do not drink any more then please, to avoid any risk. We have many free water areas clearly signed, und mineral bottles for purchase at all the bars. Please drink frequently. Take another capsule in 120 minutes, if you desire. Und please, have fun!"

The odd man gave us another happy smile, and turning to leave for good, he strode out the small room back towards the towering stairs we'd descended, and then he vanished.

"Guys," Bryce spoke up as soon as Max was gone. "What's about to happen?"

"I don't think any of us know," Isaiah responded.

"Was that Molly?" I asked. "Or ecstasy?" I found myself almost hoping that was the case -- at least I'd heard of those drugs. The unknown was the worst part.

"Probably," Ethan answered. "Or something similar."

"And has anyone here ever done Molly?" I inquired. I sure hadn't. Everyone else shook their heads.

"Well at least we're going to figure this out together guys!" Bryce took a positive spin. "Even if it's crazy."

Oh god, I was forcing myself not to freak out. This was insane.

"I've heard that ecstasy makes you really want to dance," Isaiah suggested.

"And touch skin. Like hug other people," Ethan added.

"We don't even know if it's ecstasy," I reminded us. I was imagining the worst, praying that I'd wake up alive and in my own bed tomorrow morning.

"Okay well no matter what, we have to stay a unit," Bryce instructed. "Whatever happens here tonight, it stays here, and there's no judgment. We all look after each other." She was right. We'd need to stay in this as one.

"Yeah, everything will be completely fine tomorrow morning. We do whatever it takes to get through tonight," my husband stressed. We all nodded our agreement.

My husband and friend were making me feel more confident with everything. Yes, this was undeniably insane, but we could get through it. It was just one night.

How much could really happen?

Besides, I'd already taken the pill. No amount of hysteria could reverse that now.

"Should we go in then? Look around and see where the night takes us?" Isaiah asked everyone. He was looking right at me, making sure I was okay.

Part of me internally was definitely still freaking out. But somehow I was a little secure now in the knowledge that I couldn't control what was about to happen or what I was about to feel. Whatever was going to play out would play out. And I was smiling. I was with my husband, our friends. I would be okay.

I nodded my head, as did the other couple. "Come on then, let's go."

Isaiah took my hand, and I paid attention to whether his skin felt any different than normal. Would I be high already? How fast would I feel the pill's effects?

We paused briefly at the two hallways: one was bathed in yellow light and angled sharply right, while the other was colored green and banked to the left. Bryce took the lead, guiding us to the green hallway and on.

"Are you good?" Isaiah whispered to me as we fell a few steps behind our friends.

"Yeah," I smiled back at my husband and squeezed his hand. "I mean, I'm terrified, but I'm with you, so I'll be okay. And this could be really fun."

"Hell yeah," Isaiah smiled back. "Whatever happens tonight, whatever, we will be okay. Alright baby? I love you."

"I love you too," my chest bloomed.

We were walking into a small room, and our friends paused so we could slide up beside them.

The room was dimly lit with light blue lights shining up on the concrete walls. The ceilings hung low, and thumping house music echoed around the room.

There was a small bar on the left, flanked by an intimate dancefloor in the middle of the room. Two openings in the wall, leading off deeper presumably, interrupted the benches that ran around the room's edge.

"Should we get a drink?" Ethan asked, or rather shouted, over the din.

"The guy just said not to," Bryce pointed out. "Only water."

There was a big water station marked clearly and lit up next to the bar. It was almost like a beacon. I was guessing we weren't the people here on substances who needed it.

"So water and then to the dancefloor?" Isaiah asked. "And wait to see if we start feeling anything?"

That sounded like a better plan to me than anything else. The ball of anxiety in my stomach wasn't necessarily putting me in a dancing mood, but that ball was also shrinking by the minute. This place didn't seem too scary so far.

"Let's go then," Bryce encouraged us, and we all moved forward to the heart of the room.

It was relatively full, but we could all navigate to the water station and find a space together on the dancefloor. The music was bass-heavy and slow paced for now, and I let my hips begin to sway.

I was still pretty tipsy, so my body moved easily. Everyone else around us was dancing rhythmically too, helping me feel comfortable. The four of us were quickly enveloped into the small crowd, shaking and swaying like all the other clubgoers.

Earlier in the day when we were shopping, I'd been worried that the outfits Bryce found would be too crazy, too scandalous. Looking out on the crowd around us, I was reaffirmed that I had nothing to worry about. Girls (and guys) were in skimpy fishnets, sheer clothes with pasties hidden underneath, artfully ripped bottoms that showed looots of skin. Even a few in basically underwear.

The whole thing felt almost freeing in a way. Like everyone was so relaxed and comfortable and just being their true selves. We could show skin, we could dance to our heart's content, and there was no judgment.

Oh shit, was I starting to feel the pill?

My insides were warm. Warmer than normal? My stomach was doing minor somersaults, but I didn't know if that was just my anxiety still fighting to come out.

The rest of our group wasn't acting too atypical. Bryce was dancing pretty freely, grinding up on Ethan and shaking her hips intoxicatingly. The boys were shuffling and swaying but appeared pretty normal. I was the smallest one though... would it make sense to hit me first?

"Are you feeling anything?" I leaned in and whispered to my husband. I did not want to be the only one experiencing a high.

"I don't know," he whispered back unhelpfully. "Let's just keep dancing and see."

He gave me a reassuring look and a peck on the cheek. We kept dancing, but the flips in my stomach were amplifying a bit.

I was definitely feeling something. Why was no one else?

I tried to distract myself and focus on just relaxing and dancing. The feel of the music, the heat of all the bodies around me, the comfort of my husband right there.

"I love you," I felt a swell of emotion in my heart pour out.

"I love you too baby," Isaiah smiled back at me. He was so cute.

It worked. I was easing away. The music was radiating deeper into my body, rumbling vibrations well within me. I let my body move and react naturally, go where it wanted to. My eyes closed.

Wow. The whole world felt brighter, warmer, more alive. I danced and took deep breaths, relishing every lungful of new air. My body felt good. Really good.

This was nice. This... I could get used to this.

After an age of feeling the sensations grow inside my body, my eyes fluttered open.

Oh, everyone else was definitely getting it.

Bryce was even more carefree than usual, swaying and whipping her braids around and running her hands over her gyrating body. The boys were dancing more intensely but looking a little... dazed, almost? All of their pupils were dilated wide. Mine must be too.

"Holy fuck guys," I laughed, welcoming them all to my glorious space. We were together.

"This is great!" Bryce responded as she kept dancing wildly. We huddled fairly close, our body heat exuding strongly.

A long sip of water cooled me down, and we settled into a groove dancing and experiencing the effects of the come-up. The unknown before was scary, but now it felt like bliss.

Song after song cycled through, and we danced happily in unison for a while. All of our waters were empty though, and the crowd around us had thinned out.

"Let's go explore more!" Bryce suggested cheerily, and our hive mind agreed. We moved collectively, shuffling off the dancefloor and heading towards one of the hallways leading further in.

Immediately I realized that I didn't like moving places. Having to walk, the changing environment, it was unsettling. My stomach twisted a little again, but I focused on marching forward behind Bryce in our line.

The hallway itself was strange. Odd paintings hung all over the walls: bloodied mythological beasts, witches, people hunting animals, orgies.

We passed a young couple passionately kissing. The sight of their tongues intertwined sent excellent shivers down my spine. They were putting on a show.

Further down another couple were hotly kissing in a small alcove lined with benches off one side of the hallway. And as we soldiered on, a girl walked past us the other way with just a sheer crop top, no pasties. Her nipples were on proud display, and I couldn't help but ogle her cute tits while she passed. She was so brazen, so confident. Sexy.

My crotch was beginning to hum. Was it the drugs or just the environment? Both?

This place was hot and awesome. I could let go of all my anxieties and insecurities -- no one cared. I could be free, liberated. Turned on.

Awesome except for the ridiculously long hallways. I was begging to be rooted again, to just stay and plant, when we finally popped out into another dance room.

This space was a good bit bigger in every way: bar, dancefloor, more benches sprawled around. Colored strobe lights flashed over the room, and the music was higher energy. People were dancing, grinding, thrashing their bodies around.

"Water first," Ethan said and we all followed his lead to fill cups for ourselves. Then to the dancefloor.

My stomach finally eased once we found a space. I was comfortable again, stable. I could dance freely and just be here.

The drug-induced euphoria washed fully over me again. Our dancefloor was more crowded, and every inadvertent brush of skin revved my body. More skin was out too: I glimpsed a nipple or two peeking through the writhing bodies.

Isaiah looked soooo good in his tight sweater. His arms were popping and his smile was so sexy. Bryce was glowing too, her big breasts jiggling as she danced. Her dress slits were parting often to expose her panties hidden underneath. Ethan captured my attention for a second as well, his fit pants hugging his long legs while his black tank showed off lots of smooth skin. His tall, hot frame towered over the rest of us.

Wow my pussy was burning. My whole body was burning really, but I was feeling especially worked-up. Just everything around me was turning me on. Oh god I couldn't wait to be home alone with my husband. I might not even be able to wait until we got home.

We danced and bathed in the night's glow for a while. I was happy, settled, everything was as it should be. The music, the energy, the lust were coursing through me.

Then a whispered conversation caught my eye. Bryce was talking to Ethan, and my friend quickly leaned over towards me.

"I have to pee, do you want to go too?"

"No," I shook my head firmly. "I don't want to leave here."

The thought of braving another long unfamiliar hallway was scary. Here was safe, here was comfortable.

Bryce gave me pleading eyes, and I came to realize that it was a bad idea for her to go alone, under the influence and in a foreign club. Just as I was about to make the sacrifice, Isaiah spoke up.

"I can find the bathroom with you, I need to go too."

He saved me. That worked for everyone. I gave him a soft smile and my lovely partner beamed back.

"Sounds good, we'll be quick," Bryce declared.

"Will you guys be able to find us okay?" Ethan asked.

"You're pretty tall, easy to spot," Isaiah joked. "And we can text. Just stay right here."

"We will," Ethan said. He looked at me reassuringly, and I felt confident that he had the situation under control.

Bryce and Isaiah shot parting glances back and then disappeared into the crowd. Just me and Ethan.

Having my husband, my rock, away from my side was a little alarming -- I was not in a mindset to be making any decisions whatsoever -- but I was placing my full trust in Ethan. He smiled at me and returned to letting his body move. I was safe.

I let the ball of fear recede in me and sat back to enjoy the music and the bliss. Isaiah and Bryce would be back soon. I could stay here. We were safe.

Ethan and I danced more closely on our own. I was reminded just how much taller he was than me, how much body heat his big frame could exude. My friend's hair was lightly sweaty and stuck in places to his forehead as he danced without a care in the world. I couldn't help but smile and mirror him.

My skin was radiating, and I found my hands running over my tattooed arms, exposed stomach, down my pale thighs. Just the sensation of touch was incredible.

Minutes passed by... lots of minutes. Ethan and I were having a blast, trading smiles and wordless laughs and dancing around each other. I couldn't remember ever seeing him this lively and wild before. Usually my image of him was soft, chill, grounded. Not now though. It was interesting to see another side of him.

After yet another song cycled through though, I became aware of how long my husband and Bryce had been away.

Searching through the dense crowd would be impossible to spot them. But they'd find us, right?

After another minute I decided I had to bring Ethan in. I wasn't a decision-maker, I couldn't figure this situation out on my own right now.

"Where do you think they are?" I grabbed Ethan's arm and gently tugged him down so I could yell in his ear.

Holy shit his skin felt magnetic. Warm, electric, soft, comfortable. Wow that was glorious. I couldn't pull my hand away.

"I don't know." Ethan responded and craned back up to survey over the crowd. "I don't see them," he yelled back after a second.

We were both silent for a minute. I was waiting for the man to come up with a plan. He would handle it. My hand was still on his smooth forearm.

"I think we should go look for them," Ethan finally said. That was not the answer I wanted.

"You think we should move?" I pleaded for a different solution. Anything but that. I hated moving.

"Well they haven't been able to find us here," Ethan reasoned. "They must've gotten lost. We should go look."

"Okay..." I grumbled, my stomach beginning to roil at the mere thought. "If you think so, let's go."

A hand entwined with Ethan's -- my other stayed on his forearm. He would lead. And he did, parting our way through the crowd with his dominating form.

There were three doorways out of the room, and we paused once we were out of the thick crowd. I was anxious already.

"Which way did we come from?" Ethan asked. Why was he asking me? I wasn't supposed to be making decisions.

"Uhhh, that way, I think?" I pointed to one of the passages. The bar had been on the left when we came in? Right? Or had it been on the right?

"Okay, I think we should go this way," Ethan asserted and started striding with me in tow towards one of the halls. How he made his decision I couldn't comprehend but he was confident and I trusted him right now. His skin was so soft.

We started down the passageway, and my heart was pounding with each unfamiliar step. My tummy roared. This looked the same as the last hallway we were in. This whole place was bewildering!

There were people all over too. Kissing. Fondling. Up and down the hallway. We walked through a parade of tongues, gropes, pierced nipples. Even as my anxiety ratcheted, my crotch was absolutely throbbing, begging me to do something. We just kept moving deeper into the morass.

In one of the tiny side alcoves off the hall, a man was down on his knees, kissing the erect penis of another. I stopped us, fascinated by the sight of the kneeling man's tongue running up the side of the other man's dick. His mouth engulfed the rod, bobbed up and down. It was hypnotizing.

"Danica," Ethan called to me, having seen the same show as me but averting his eyes.

I ignored him for now. The receiving man looked up from his seated position, spied me blatantly staring. He smiled at me. I smiled back.

What was this magical haven?

Ethan urged my arm on, and I stole myself away from the show. I'd been transfixed, momentarily forgetting how upset I was to be moving. Now the unease clouded over me again.

We kept trudging on, and the floor was starting to churn. The walls weren't much better -- why were all the paintings so creepy?

Wait! I recognized some of these -- I'd definitely seen that bloodied elephant before. It was the same hallway!! My heart raced and my stomach sunk. We were even further from Isaiah and Bryce now. And they wouldn't be able to find us now either. This was bad. This was not sticking together.

"This is where we came from!" I wailed to Ethan. Sure enough, the first room we'd been in became clear near the end of the hall and we walked right out into it.

"Ahh shit," Ethan sighed. I was freaking out. How were we going to find them? This seemed impossible. I did not want to get lost in this maze. "Should we go back?"

"No!" I reacted instinctively. Not that hallway again. Not more moving. "Let's just stay here and wait for them."

"Are you sure?" Ethan questioned.

"Yes! Please, let's just stay still." I looked up at him with my best pleading eyes. Both hands were on his forearm now.

Ethan's face softened and he nodded back. "Okay," he relented and shuffled us back to the center of the room.

It was busier now than when we'd been here earlier, and the writhing crowd soon enveloped us. Powerful EDM was blasting through the speakers. My body began to settle.

"Are you okay?" Ethan asked me. I nodded back up at him and smiled. Having a "place" again made me feel infinitely better. My body was glowing, my groin pulsing.

Ethan looked down at me with his doe eyes and cute moppy hair. His soft, kind smile was heating me up to the core. I slid both of my hands into his, feeling the calming presence of his warmth on mine.

We held hands and stood together for a while until the stress had left us. The music was overpowering my body, and soon my hips were moving. We were dancing, doing some spins and twists together. Songs rolled by, pulling us deeper into the rhythmic bliss. We rose one combined hand up to the ceiling and jumped as the beat drop propelled into a particularly energetic track.

It felt so easy. Ethan's hands were warm hugging around mine. Our bodies were drifting closer magnetically.

Ethan's tank was exposing a lot of his sleek golden skin. The thin material clung to his tight stomach. It looked really good on him.

The music was pounding through me, and Ethan felt like a literal glowing sun. I just wanted to feel every ounce of his calming warmth.

As we danced and I spun, I found myself twisting against Ethan's body. I didn't know if it was on purpose. But I was now facing away from him, dancing back on his body. The heat against my skin was palpable. Shivers ran down my neck.

Ethan's hands fell on my upper arms. The whole area lit up like fireworks at his touch. My eyes lulled shut, and I caught a tiny moan trying unsuccessfully to escape from my throat.

This might've been the highest peak of the pill I'd felt.

Ethan's hands were rubbing up and down my inked arms. Sparks followed after his fingertips. I tilted my head back against his chest and reached up to feel his tall shoulders.

My hands ran over Ethan's bare muscles too, and I never wanted to let go. That sensation was heaven.

I was shaking and grinding just a little bit against Ethan, and as I shifted my hips, I felt something nudging against the small of my back. Gentle, but noticeable.

Fuckkkk, I knew exactly what that was. God, this warm sunshine of a man was getting hard because of me. My slit was dripping already, and I felt teased to a level I'd never been before.

Our hands roamed up and down each other's arms for a little while and we kept dancing innocently. Relatively innocently. Nothing had ever felt quite so right.

Once we'd become comfortable with this level of connection, Ethan's hands found themselves navigating to my flank. He lightly massaged over my waist and down to my hips. I wiggled back against him more feverishly, greeted with that same bulging presence at my back.

Ethan's touch halted on my hips. He held me steady as I danced and swayed in his grip. My hands were on his forearms, softly massaging his skin for a long while.

Another tiny moan formed in my throat, and this one escaped before I could catch it. I was fully sinking into Ethan's big warm chest. His hands dared to wander lower down my hips, snaking over my upper thigh, sliding down towards the hem of my dress.

My crotch throbbed, setting my whole body ablaze.

I spun around and grabbed this beautiful man around the neck, yanking him down against my lips.

Our mouths fit together like puzzle pieces. Ethan was so smooth and soft and sensual. And warm.

His hands wrapped around my back and pulled me in tighter as we kissed again. More intensely this time. Each successive kiss felt more and more comfortable. We were connecting together as one.

Our mouths were open, his taste swapping into me. He was sweet. Our tongues rolled over each other like crashing waves, exploring the other's mouth and tracing gentle patterns across our lips.

Fuck, this was insane.

Heat pressed around us on all sides from the small but dense crowd. There were definitely eyes on us.

I couldn't care less. I cupped Ethan's cheek and kissed him deeply once again.

His hands were sliding back to my hips, and I silently begged for them to restart the journey they'd taken earlier.

After a minute of torturous teasing -- his thumbs brushing against the exposed portion of my stomach -- my wish was finally granted. Our lips remained locked, but I drew in a sharp breath when his right hand ventured to my upper thigh.

He fingered the hem of my dress, and I didn't dare to stop him when his hot touch fell on my inner thigh. Not when everything felt this perfect.

"Ohh god," I moaned, breaking our kiss. Ethan trailed his mouth over my cheeks. His hand slid up higher, higher under my dress.

Painfully teasing circles were drawn over my skin, flirting all the way up to the edge of my panties. They were soaked through, just begging to be pulled aside. God, only an inch more...

Ethan had paused for a long second though. Waiting... for confirmation? I drew him into another steamy kiss, telling him exactly what my body needed right now.

Ethan's fingers pried at the thin black fabric protecting my sex. My heart was pounding, a ball of light in me seeming ready to explode.

He snuck inside my panties, and a long draw of Ethan's hand stroked up my gushing slit. His touch was immaculate. When his fingers finally came to a rest on my throbbing clit, my legs buckled.

"Fuuuck," I whimpered into Ethan's ear. The hand that wasn't between my thighs was bracing my back, holding my body close to his. I basically didn't have to support myself at all; I could completely fall into this man's secure embrace.

Ethan began to circle my clit with his hand, weakening my knees further. I was groaning and nibbling on his ear lobe, barely able to function with the overwhelming amount of pleasure rushing through me. His fingers were magical.

We danced like that for a minute, our lips finding each other again. It was so tender and warm. My thighs were quivering, aching for everything that this man would give me.

My hips were grinding down against Ethan's fingers more intensely. His tongue was ringing around mine beautifully and sending shivers down my spine to meet the electricity emanating from my clit.

God I needed this man to take me everywhere.

My clit was humming, pulsing with energy when his fingers moved just so. Ethan ran his hand through my folds a few times, playing with my labia and collecting my natural sheen.

"Oh my god Ethan," I moaned out, burying my head with kisses into his neck and collarbone.

"Fuuck Danica," he breathed back.

After relentlessly teasing my clit, my friend moved lower to probe my entrance. Absolutely nothing else in the world mattered more than those long fingers right now. My hips were forcing down, trying to will Ethan's hand inside me.

Unfortunately my tight panties were restricting his fingers as he tried to find an angle inside me. He'd only fumbled for a second but I was more impatient than ever before. My hands shot down beneath my dress and in a smooth motion I tugged my panties down my thighs where they fell to the floor. A swish of my foot and they were lost in the crowd.

The increased air over my slit was nice. Ethan's fingers quickly covered me again, cradling my naked sex in his grip.

Two fingers were at my entrance again, and Ethan drew his mouth back to mine. A deep kiss, his teeth tugging on my lower lip as he pulled away -- two fingers slid inside me.

"Ohhh!" I purred, my whole body firing at once from the intrusion. His fingers were snug and warm, nudging against my walls so cozy. He explored around my twat for a glorious moment, soaking his fingers in my wetness and activating every nerve inside me. When the digits curled back right above my pelvic bone and pushed down on my g-spot, I nearly cried out.

"Holy fuck Ethan!" I panted in his ear. "Right there!" I was sweating, hot and sticky all over. But I couldn't bury myself deep enough into Ethan's big safe chest.

The stimulation in my crotch was taking over my entire body. Every ounce of will and attention was focused between my legs. I was grinding my hips against Ethan's pumping fingers. His palm was gently brushing my swollen clit, cascading sparks through me.

My whole body was thrumming, and it felt like I could actually explode at any moment. Was that an orgasm? Was it the high of the pill? I couldn't tell what my body was experiencing. I just knew I never wanted it to stop.

As I kissed and pressed deeply into Ethan, I became aware of that bump in his front subtly urging against my waist. He was enjoying this, really enjoying this. The feel of my pussy, the taste of my lips, was doing that.

One of my hands moved with a mind of its own to Ethan's pants. I felt over his crotch, seeking and finding that wonderful erection, all for me.

Oh wow, it was a big erection. My hand traced down Ethan's jeans to grasp the full length. I swallowed and my twat gripped his fingers tighter. It was a really big erection. All because of me.

Ethan's fingers moved inside me quicker as I massaged his cock through his pants. I wanted to feel it bare, without the pesky fabric in between. But I couldn't just take it out in the middle of the dancefloor. Right?

Right?

A deep rumble of pleasure tore me away, and the pressure in my thighs suddenly ramped up very dramatically. Oh, this was definitely an orgasm, and it was way closer than I expected.

I was whimpering and moaning through kisses with Ethan. His fingers were hitting the perfect spot inside me; his palm provided just enough pressure to my needy clit. I wanted to tell him not to stop, to never stop what he was doing, but I couldn't bring my lips to part from his. Not when we were this connected and it was all just so gooood!!

And then the first break of the wave began to roll over me. Oh god, I wasn't ready for this. My pussy squeezed, my thighs clamping tightly. My breath caught, my whole body tensed with the impossibly huge ball of pressure inside me reaching its absolute apex.

The beat dropped, and I came.

Stars exploded and shot energy out of every pore in my body. I gasped and moaned and clutched at Ethan as wave after wave of bliss tore through me like never before. My slit was pulsating, pumping fire into my core and flooding my brain.

Nothing had felt so encompassing, so everything. My entire world funneled into a single peak.

And it just wouldn't stop. I was buried in Ethan's chest, moaning and babbling and spasming on his hand. Because of what he'd done to me. I was reduced to a puddle.

Tears welled in my eyes. I wanted to hold onto that heaven forever. I tried to, savoring every glowing light inside me more appreciatively than I ever had before. I'd never take another orgasm for granted in my life. I needed to remember and cherish this experience forever.

Years passed by in my idyllic safety while feeling and control slowly seeped back over my form. I could actually sense my legs underneath me now, the arms wrapped tightly around Ethan's back. His slippery fingers strumming ever so softly on my clit.

My thighs were wet. Soaking wet. More wet than they should've been. With a colossal effort I craned my neck down to survey the puddle between my feet.

I'd squirted. A lot.

"Oh shit," I sighed, and the last remaining breath of my climax departed sweetly. My eyes rose back to Ethan's. "You're incredible."

"Thanks," Ethan smiled almost a little dumbly. He moved both of his hands back to my hips, and I noticed his entire hand and wrist were drenched in my juices. "I don't really know how that just happened."

"Me neither," I smiled back and pulled him into another sweet kiss. My arms wrapped around his neck to pull him in deeper for a final flourish.

"We should probably leave," Ethan remarked after a few long restful breaths. We had put on quite an attention-attracting show. And left evidence. As much as I wanted to resist moving, it was probably better to flee the scene quickly.

"Okay," I nodded up at Ethan. I was trusting him. How could I not after what we'd just shared?

My tongue ran over my parched lips -- first though, I needed water.

Ethan guided me to the water station, and the cool liquid restored every ounce of energy that the climax had sapped from me. I gulped it down and emerged a new woman.

Ethan took my hand again and led me towards one of the hallways. He'd led us blindly astray before but I trusted him this time. Nothing could go wrong when I felt this good.

We emerged back into the entry room that our night had started in. Even this space was more crowded and a little naughty now: on a bench to our left, a pale ginger was reaching under the skirt of a striking black girl with a buzzed head.

"We should wait here and text them," Ethan declared. "If we just wander around searching randomly we'll never find them."

That... sounded like a pretty good plan considering everyone's state of mind. I nodded my understanding. Ethan reached for his phone -- I dumbly felt for mine in the nonexistent pockets of my club dress -- and he typed a quick message.

"Okay I texted Isaiah," my friend said, and we found ourselves draped in an awkward silence.

"Should we find a seat and wait?" I suggested and directed us over to an empty spot on a bench by the far wall. A young couple, mayyyybe 20 years old, had tongues down each other's throats next to us.

"That was crazy," Ethan remarked to break the ice. The extreme high from the pill was receding. I was still feeling it, but the usual Danica thoughts and senses were starting to filter back through.

"Yeah," I responded, my brain still not quite able to catch up quick enough to what needed to be said.

"Do you squirt often?" Ethan asked, and the surprise of the question staggered me enough to only manage a simple "yeah" again.

Wow, I'd actually squirted. In the middle of the dancefloor. I'd cum and my body had been floating like never before. And it was on the fingers of my husband's best friend.

Fuck.

Wow.

I didn't quite know how to process this. It should've been hitting me harder. Was I in shock? Did I dream that? How could I have done that?

A million questions charged at my mind, but not a single one of them could make it through the impenetrable wall of serotonin and dopamine pumping through me.

Everything would be okay. I didn't know why. But I knew it would. This was okay. This was the right decision.

Was I crazy?

Maybe.

But Isaiah would be back and everything would be okay.

Ethan checked his phone, to nothing. We tried to chit-chat for a minute, but the high was still making conversation unideal. The awkwardness began to fade away though as we adjusted to each other's presence.

Vibrations came from Ethan's pants. "They're coming here," he informed me and a big smile dawned on his face. "We're good."

"Yay!" I leaned in and gave a celebratory half-hug to the lanky man. "Everything will be okay."

"Yeah?" Ethan looked back at me. A smile remained painted over his face, but a tiny look in his eye told me the question was genuine.

"Yeah," I replied back, putting every ounce of belief and confidence in my body into that answer. It would be. I knew it. It had to be.

"What are you gonna say?" Ethan asked.

"The truth."

We shared a long glance, and that tiny look in his eye flickered out. Replaced by a different type of concern perhaps. But he nodded.

The few minutes it took our spouses to make their way back was peaceful. The music in here was quieter, and I simply closed my eyes and listened. The bright lights shone just enough to softly penetrate my eyelids. Ethan's warm hand covered mine.

"There they are," he said, and my eyes opened.

Isaiah and Bryce were looking around and spotted us quickly. We got up to meet them, and something caught my attention as we neared. My stomach flipped and settled.

Bryce's lipstick was different.

We were gonna be okay.

"Hi baby!" I pulled my husband into a massive hug as soon as we got close. He smelled so good, and his big muscles just enveloped my whole body. He hugged like a grizzly bear, it was so tight.

We fell straight into a kiss, brief but deep. His big lips pressed lustily against mine, sending tingles down to my groin.

"I need to tell you something," I whispered in his ear as we broke our embrace. I saw Ethan and Bryce had already stepped a bit away. Doing the same thing.

"What?" Isaiah asked, and his face bore a particular type of uncertainty that I hadn't seen before.

"Ethan fingered me," the words rolled off my tongue easier than I thought they would. And then they were gone. My chest weighed much lighter.

Isaiah was silent for a second, and I studied his face. My heart stayed steady. We were gonna be okay.

My husband's brow eased and it looked like a weight was rising off his chest as well.

"Bryce sucked my dick," the confession came mirrored back.

We looked each other in the eyes. I met my husband with a heart full of kindness, love, warmth, and comfort.

"I love you," I uttered. There didn't seem anything better to say.

"I love you too," my husband responded. We came together in a kiss once again. Our tongues wound out and spun like old partners.

I pulled away for a breath after a long minute. My hands gripped my husband's pumping muscles.

"We'll be okay," I asserted and Isaiah nodded. We stole another quick kiss.

"Come on," I suggested. We'd said all that we really needed to. The longer talks would come later. "We should get back with them."

Ethan and Bryce were still talking when we turned towards them though, so Isaiah and I stood in each other's arms a ways away.

A soothing silence fell on us as he rocked me in his arms. My heart was bursting.

"How did it happen?" I didn't really need to know right now, but I'd have to find out at some point.

"What do you mean?"

"How did you two start...." I trailed off

Isaiah looked down, then back up at me. I stared at him resolutely, unafraid of the truth. We would be okay.

"We found the bathrooms and agreed to meet up again outside the girls'. Bryce finished first I guess. When I got back to her, she was waiting in the hall outside the bathroom. There was a lesbian couple making out and playing with each other's boobs across from her. She was touching herself already."

I pictured the scene in my mind. It must've been an incredible sight.

"She saw me and motioned to come to her. When I was next to her, she took my wrist and moved it between her legs."

"Wow," I smiled. If Bryce did that to me, I wouldn't have been able to resist either. "Go on."

"I touched her for a minute, she pulled me into a kiss. We were watching the girls kiss, and she was touching me through my pants. Before I could really react, she was unzipping my pants and taking my cock out. And then she bent down and sucked it for a minute."

Isaiah paused -- his version of the tale complete. I nodded back. It was a crazy story, and one that in time would need to be fully processed. But my tryst was just as crazy too. Nothing mattered more right now than being on the same page. In everything. A soft smile dawned on my cheeks, and I cupped my husband's cute face. His trimmed beard scratched familiarly at my palm.

"Did you finish?" I asked. It was the only part that my husband hadn't shared.

He shook his head no. "I don't even know if I can with the pill." That certainly hadn't been true for me. But men could be different.

"We stopped after a minute and realized we needed to find you guys. But you weren't there when we went back to the room where we'd all been, and then we got a little turned around searching from there."

"Yeah, we were waiting for a while and thought you guys may have gotten lost. I don't know why but we decided to go look for you and then ended up backtracking and I was freaking out. But it all worked out."

Isaiah smiled softly back at me. "Yeah, thank god it did." Silence fell on us for another moment. Ethan and Bryce were still talking, but it definitely looked amicable. They were holding hands.

"So how did you guys...." Isaiah started to ask, and I didn't make him finish the question.

I recapped our side of the story in full. Except for squirting on the floor. My husband knew that it just happened to me sometimes when I was really worked up, but I was still a little embarrassed that it happened in public.

Isaiah was a receptive listener, and we embraced again once both of our stories were done. The full truth was on the table and we were good. Tomorrow would be a new day, and we would still be whole. Somehow, we both knew that this would happen, and we would still be okay.

Ethan and Bryce finally finished their long discussion with a passionate kiss, and my heart jumped with the knowledge that we were all in this together. We walked over and rejoined them.

"Hey guys," Bryce muttered, almost uncharacteristically sheepish.

"Hey!" I responded, taking over her bubbliness. "So... definitely a crazy night! But we're all back together. What do we want to do now?"

"The exit's there," Ethan pointed out. "Or there's the other hallway." The yellow one we hadn't chosen before.

The choice he was presenting was obvious: walk away now and accept everything the night had been, or chance to delve deeper into this lecherous den.

"The guy at the beginning said the biggest rooms were in the far back, right?" Isaiah recalled. "I kinda want to go dance some more."

He made the first step for us.

The pill's effects were beginning to wind down, but I was still energized and willing to support Isaiah. This place was captivating too. I felt a magnetic pull not to leave.

"Okay, so we take the yellow door and make our way to the back? Find the biggest dancefloor?" I echoed my husband's desires.

Ethan nodded, and surprisingly Bryce looked like the only one that was a little unsure. She voiced her assent too though.

"We can also re-dose whenever," Ethan pointed out. "It's been two hours."

Wow, the time had flown. I had no context at all for what time it was.

"Can we wait until we find a place to settle?" I asked. The thought of coming back up while moving through this labyrinth was not appealing.

"For sure, we're all good with that?" Ethan asked. Isaiah looked to me for confirmation and we were on the same page. "Then to the yellow hall it is."

We turned as a group and followed Ethan. The boys fell into lockstep quickly as we entered the hallway, leaving Bryce and I to take hands and walk with each other.

"Are you feeling good with everything?" I asked. It was strange, being the one more comfortable and adventurous in the situation. Bryce was always the daring leader.

"Yeah," she nodded and a genuine smile fell on her face. But a tinge of genuine pain was mixed in too.

"We'll be okay," I reassured her. "Tomorrow we can talk everything out more and it'll all be okay. Just let tonight be tonight."

"I know," Bryce responded. "I just can't fully push away the feeling of shame. Even if you and Ethan did the same."

"You have nothing to be ashamed of." It was strange to say to the woman who'd just had my husband's dick in her mouth, but I believed it. "As you said: we did the same thing. Everyone was feeling the same way, and it's okay. It's not your fault. It's just... the pills, this place, everyone around us. It's a dangerous concoction."

"And yet we're going back in," Bryce pointed out, nodding towards our husbands a few paces ahead. We'd passed through a small room like the first one we'd seen before and were now in another winding hallway. Slightly fewer weird paintings, slightly more people snorting coke.

Bryce was right. We'd all seen, experienced what this environment could lead us to do. And we were willingly diving back in. Deeper.

My heart fluttered a little. But my feet kept moving.

"I certainly don't think Isaiah regretted anything," I shared to Bryce after a second of silence. A Botoxed eyebrow lifted just a little, and I had Bryce's attention back. There was no way she hadn't been insanely turned-on and euphoric in that moment too. I'd been on the same drugs as her.

"What do you mean?" Bryce played coy.

"The way he told me what happened... he was very willing." I'd read it the entire time in his eyes. It was sexy. "And he liked it a lot."

Bryce smiled bashfully and her pristine cheeks blushed.

"I wouldn't have been able to resist if you did that to me," I leaned a little closer into Bryce's ear, not exactly knowing what made me so forward.

The ecstasy, actually. That was definitely it.

"Thanks," she blushed again. "Maybe next time it'll be you."

Now it was my turn to blush. There was the Bryce I knew. The fire in her eye and confidence in her hips were back.

We followed the boys through a couple more rooms, nothing bigger than the second spot we'd been in earlier in the night. But as we made our way through another hallway -- groping and kissing bodies lining the way -- the music started to get really loud.

The flashing lights at the end of the hall illuminated the space like a runway guiding us forward. We stumbled on as a unit, spilling out into a cavernous space with huge strobe lights and pounding house music. A DJ stood up on a decent-sized stage with laser visuals behind him and a huge thronging crowd in front of him.

"I think we made it," Ethan yelled out to everyone as we huddled.

"Water first?" Isaiah suggested what we all were thinking.

"Then re-dose?" Bryce asked, finding her boldness again.

"Let's do it," I backed her. Bars flanked each side of the room with lit-up water stations on both ends. We all moved together to one, carefully staying together in a pack. Our small cups were fully drained and refreshed before Ethan reached into his pocket.

The small silver bag looked so innocuous between his fingers. But damn was the stuff inside it powerful.

Ethan fumbled out the capsules, looking nothing like an experienced raver. But he managed, doling out another to all of us. We swallowed together, committing ourselves further into the perilous and scandalous unknown.

"It's Molly," Ethan announced to us, and I now saw he was reading the back of the bag. "With an aphrodisiac."

"What?!" I reacted.

"That's all the label says," Ethan explained. "'MDMA mit Aphrodisiakum'. I'm assuming that's what it means."

"Seems legit," Isaiah said.

"Yeah, and explains a lot," I remarked. The powerful feelings of lust, the burning need for skin contact, the euphoric way everything felt.

"Well what do we do this time?" Bryce asked.

"Just everyone stay together. Stay relaxed. Communicate. We will all be fine," I projected my unusual confidence.

Surely it would be easier to manage our feelings this time when we knew what was approaching?

"And stay with your partners," my husband added on sarcastically. Was it too soon to laugh about?

"Whatever happens, we'll be together and we'll be okay," I affirmed one last time. We had to be positive.

"Agreed. Thanks Dani," Ethan gave me a smile. That smile seemed to have more weight to it after our connection on the dancefloor.

"Should we join the crowd while we come up?" Isaiah asked, and everyone nodded. He turned to lead the way, and I took his hand to follow.

His skin was warm and comforting. Even if I had no idea where the rest of the night was taking us, as long as I was doing this with my husband everything would be okay.

An entryway on the back wall, set off behind the stage, had a strobing white LED outline that caught my eye. It led immediately to a staircase down.

"Where do we think that goes?" I asked our group as we found the crowd and lost sight of the threshold.

"Didn't the guy at the beginning say that there were private areas in the very back?" Isaiah reminded. "Could be it."

He was right. I still didn't know what 'private areas' meant though.

Bodies started piling in around us and Bryce grabbed onto my other hand so we could all stay together through the crowd. We barely fought in much before it became too thick to go any closer. Shoulders were jostled but all four of us found a gap together and stayed tight while we settled in.

This crowd certainly matched the animalistic eroticism of the rest of the club. Fishnets, pasties, ass-less chaps. Lots of nipples flashing in and out. People on both sides of us were snorting something.

"The visuals are insane!" Bryce pointed out, directing my gaze up to the stage. The strobe lights and lasers were definitely more intricate than any other room we'd seen, and the screen behind the DJ was looping trippy techno animations. It was a little transfixing.

With the way we'd settled into the crowd, I was positioned with Isaiah on my right and directly in front of Bryce. Ethan was next to his wife, behind my husband.

My shoulders were pressing against my husband's, and we turned to share a tongue-heavy kiss while the music was gentle. I felt Bryce's side press against me and knew that the other couple were kissing as well. The music and light and heat pressed in around us and all felt right.

Our steamy kiss split after a long while as the beat began to accelerate. I linked hands with my husband and danced, taking some care not to press up against the stranger next to me. The music felt endless, and I was getting lost in the crowd.

The lights and visuals were entrancing, hypnotizing. The heat was intense. And the music was pounding into my bones. I was coming up again. I could tell. Isaiah's hand felt magnetic on mine.

My hips began to sway and rock more with the rhythmic, thumping beat and I came to realize that I was pressing up on Bryce from behind. Her big chest was brushing my back, my butt nestling against her thighs.

Her body was warm. Her arms especially, the way they were wrapped around my shoulders.

Wait, since when were her arms wrapped around my shoulders? Bryce was holding me, swaying her hips with mine. I was still holding Isaiah's hand but I was very much dancing with Bryce.

The blonde's pill must have been taking effect too because her hands were carefully roaming over my arms, my shoulders, down to my flank. Grinding back against her warm form, I was distinctly reminded of dancing exactly the same way with her husband, probably not even an hour ago.

What was this crazy night?

My groin was pulsing though. I couldn't say that I didn't like it.

Isaiah was still pressing against me too, shoulder-to-shoulder. He knew what Bryce was doing and could've stopped it at any moment. He was choosing not to.

Ethan also yielded to his wife touching me where she pleased. The two boys were honestly as pressed together by the crowd as we were. Would my husband get to feel that same bulge pressing into the small of his back that I had felt?

For some reason that mental image shot a shiver down my spine. I knew my husband was as maybe-barely-curiously bi as I was, but Ethan was all-the-way straight, right?

His wife was not. I'd long guessed that Bryce was pulled to girls too, and the way her hands were rolling over my hips confirmed it. She knew exactly the way to tease me with her roaming touch. She pulled my waist back against hers gently, holding our bodies together as we danced.

My hands were reaching back, caressing Bryce's hips and upper thighs. Our bodies just felt so gentle and soft. Her touch was tender. Why shouldn't two girls be together? Why was this supposed to be something we shirked and dodged and hated when everything felt so captivating?

Bryce's hands were on my collarbone, massaging down my chest to my tits. Our hips were swaying in sync. My head was lolled back against her shoulder. Her hands were perfect on my breasts, squeezing lightly and teasing me through the thin leather dress. My crotch was blazing.

We stood like that forever. Our bodies were one. My eyes shut and we just danced. It was incredible.

Bryce's mouth fell behind my ear. Tingles went down my spine again. I could've remained like this forever. But part of me really, really needed to get off this dancefloor with Bryce. Lest I make another puddle.

My friend's mouth crept lower, down the side of my neck to my nape. My heart was beating faster. I wanted that mouth on my own lips. Was that okay? Were we all feeling the same way? Ethan and Isaiah's pills must've kicked in too right? They'd be stopping us it if it wasn't okay right?

My eyes darted open and I leaned over to my husband, whose arm was still brushing against mine.

Isaiah's eyes were closed too, and I was pleasantly surprised to see Ethan's hand holding his hip. I looked back to the lanky Asian man, a broad grin on his face, and flashed him a smile and wink of my encouragement. It was fun seeing my husband paired up too. I wanted him to be receiving every bit the same treatment as me.

I tapped Isaiah on the shoulder to get his attention and leaned in. "Can I kiss her?" I whispered in his ear.

He looked at me, then to Bryce gripping my hips behind me, and then back to my gaze. A soft smile drew over his cheeks.

"Yeah," he nodded. I leaned in and deposited a warm kiss on his cheek. "You can kiss him too," I left a departing whisper in my husband's ear.

By the time I'd leaned back into Bryce's embrace, she was spinning me around to face her. The orange and purple strobes were lighting up the blonde's face and coloring her braided hair. Her hands were at the small of my back. I reached around her neck and danced like that for a long spell. We gazed into each other's eyes, drifting closer in minute increments, and confirmed we were about to do this.

I'd never kissed a girl. Had she?

Why was I nervous? I wasn't in high school. I'd kissed lots of people, this was no different.

My tummy's butterflies were forced down and I leaned in just as Bryce pulled me close. I didn't have a choice now. Our mouths met. We were kissing.

Her lips were so full and supple. We fit perfectly, arrived together with the same amount of energy. I pushed intensely against Bryce, she took it and drove back equally a moment later. Her teeth grazed over my lower lip as we parted and then came together again, lusty mouths open.

We managed to somehow be on the same page for every segment of our kiss. Bryce was amazing, reading me and reacting with me perfectly. Did all girls kiss this well? Did we just know what we needed?

Our tongues teased around. Our hands were caressing flanks, arms, hips.

This was heaven.

The music and drugs coursed through us as we bathed in a soft embrace, lips and arms intertwining. Bryce's big chest was pressing just above mine, begging me to grope and fondle her. My hips were squirming -- the immense pressure in my crotch crying out for attention.

Bryce kissed over my cheeks, down the side of my neck. I turned my head, allowing my friend to latch her mouth onto my skin to leave a mark.

In doing so, I was now watching both of our husbands kiss as well.

Isaiah and Ethan were making out, albeit a little more roughly and clumsily than I hope me and Bryce were. It certainly looked like two boys kissing. But their hands were on each other's cheeks and necks and backs. Both of their pants sported tents. They were into each other.

It was hot. Fuck, it was really hot. Seeing my husband kiss another man... Bryce's lips on my neck... oh god.

Never had I known that I wanted this before, but now that I was seeing it, I couldn't believe I hadn't been able to watch this show sooner. It was so erotic.

Bryce finished her hickey and came to join me as a voyeur. From the way our hips resumed rocking in sync, I knew she was enjoying the sight as much as me.

The boys realized we were watching after a song and disconnected from their kiss with bashful red cheeks.

Without a word, I pulled my husband in for a kiss -- Bryce did the same.

Ethan's taste was definitely still distinct on Isaiah's mouth. They tasted good. I wanted Isaiah to know how much I loved him and supported him.

Our tongues wound round and we kissed steamily for a minute. As amazing and delicate as Bryce was, she still didn't quite have the same familiarity with all of my best spots that Isaiah did.

"I love you baby!" I shouted happily in my partner's ear after our snog was done.

"I love you too!" he echoed back. We were both smiling. This was crazy, but we were crazy

together. We were okay.

Ethan and Bryce were wrapping up their kiss. Her lips had been free for only a second before the blonde leaned over and tasted my husband as well. They met in between me and Ethan, and the two of us watched our spouses contort their tongues together, hold one another's hips.

After they parted, I felt a surge of compulsion to equal Bryce, and I pulled Ethan into a steamy make-out. His mouth was comfortable and we fell into the kiss quickly. His big hands were at my hips, mine on his pecs.

As Ethan's tongue wound into my mouth, I couldn't help sliding a hand down his chest, to the front of his pants.

He was rock-hard.

Fuck, he felt so good against my palm. So so good. He'd teased me with it earlier and it was here again, and I absolutely desperately wanted to feel it. To feel my husband, to feel Bryce. To feel more.

Bryce's hand was touching my inner thigh now, pressing against me from the side. Her mouth fell on my shoulder while I kissed her husband.

Now my husband's mouth was on my neck too, his hand venturing down to squeeze my ass through my dress. And Bryce was rubbing the skin of my thigh under my dress, and Ethan was kissing me so well.

Oh god, I was soaked. I'd lost my panties and I could feel how intensely sticky my crotch was against my inner thighs. This was unbelievable. Three people paying attention to me. I needed more, I needed to cum. And I couldn't do it here.

I pushed Ethan away, pushed Bryce and my husband away too.

"Oh my god," I muttered, my legs threatening to give out. My body was fucking buzzing I was ready to explode. "We need to go somewhere else."

It wasn't a request. I was setting the tone for the rest of the night.

Depravity.

"What about the 'private areas' that the guy mentioned?" Isaiah suggested.

"Max?" Ethan clarified.

"Yeah. At the beginning of the night. He said in the back were 'private areas.' I think the door we saw before goes there."

"What door?" Bryce asked.

"I see it," Ethan used his tall frame to crane over the crowd. "I think I remember him saying that. Are you sure? If they're private, can we use them?"

"Yeah, I think we should go check it out," I insisted, inspired to be on the move for the first time in the night. The weight of the pressure in my crotch was worth the risk. "We were on the list, we're the guests of the owner's brother or something, we'll be fine."

I tried to steel myself and project confidence, get everyone else on board. I couldn't wait until home to be touched. I needed tongues, fingers, penises, now.

"Okay, lead the way," Bryce relented, and she took my hand with a smile.

We would be okay.

I led our daisychain out of the crowd to stop for water first before heading over to the brightly-lit white entryway. It shone separately from the DJ lights, positioning itself like a beacon in the back of the blood-red crowd of writhing flesh.

We ambled towards the light and pushed through the doorway confidently onto the industrial metal steps that led below.

The stairs were unlit but I soldiered us on half-blindly, down a landing and out the bottom. We emerged looking into a hallway, where a single light source seemed to beckon us onward with a siren call.

The frame of a large burly man blocked most of the light, however.

Rapid-fire German spat out at me, and we stopped in our tracks.

"Nein Deutsch. English?" my body was quaking with uncertainty but I had fashioned myself our leader for now.

"I asked for your names. But this is a private area, restricted entry. Und so no tourists." The man raised his whole stature up to project his strength.

"Check your list, our names might be on there," I answered defiantly, staring back down the man with a vigor that only the drugs could be producing in me.

The man rolled his eyes, but his gaze and shoulders began to deflate when I read our names out.

"Alright, you may go through. But where is Karl? There's only four."

"He couldn't make it," Ethan helped me out. "Is that okay?"

"Yes, this is okay," the German responded. "You are to use Room 22. On the right. Please proceed."

After barking out the instructions, he stepped aside, and the hallway lit up. The next phase of our night was revealed.

A bright yellow bulb illuminated a large area at the open end of the corridor, which was flanked with what looked like a dozen doors per side. I couldn't make out much of the room at the end. But what I could see: bodies. Naked, writhing, fucking.

We all swallowed. Our feet were glued.

I was the leader. I had to move us forward. This was our path, this what we wanted. What we needed.

One foot in front of the other. I was moving, proceeding into the hallway. My heart was pounding, and I prayed blindly that the others were following me. That this wasn't the moment everyone else decided the night had ran away from us.

Red painted doors with bright gold metal numbers guided our way forward -- footsteps were echoing behind me, so I couldn't be the only crazy one. Most of the doors were closed, but the ones that were open revealed enough.

In Room 5, a tall pasty girl with dreads and full-body tattoos was wearing a harness dildo and fucking a curvy, thick girl with skin as dark as night.

In Room 14, two women were riding their men side-by-side.

In Room 19, a tall, muscular man was standing behind a shorter, squatter, hairy man with a large mustache. The muscular man's cock was pumping in and out of the other one's ass, as best we could see from our angle.

But the real depravity of the night wasn't behind closed doors -- it was in the open.

The writhing mass of bodies at the end of the hallway was a spectacular orgy. 50 people or more, naked and thrusting and sweaty.

A brunette, maybe a few years younger than me, was on her knees in the front of the orgy. A short black man was ravaging her from behind, forcing her throat open with gasps and moans. But her eyes were locked right on me. Capturing me. Luring me in.

I was hypnotized.

My feet swept towards those eyes, those red lips, unthinkingly. Bryce's hand on my wrist tugged hard, and my shoulder whipped me around to face our door. Matching gold 2s marked the red lair. We pushed through together.

The space was cute, almost. Red velvet curtains shadowed all the walls, with a powerful floor lamp by the door providing soft lighting to the room. Flush against the back wall was a king-size black bed (? -- it was more of like a big pleather-covered cube-ish thing that resembled a bed). A large armchair sat in the opposite corner, and then a tidy nightstand adjacent to the bed, organized with condoms, lubes, and wipes.

This was it. Our destination. We'd made it to the room. Just us. The aching, pulsing ball in my groin could finally be freed. But who was going to move?

Bryce swept past me, spine tall, and sat down comfortably on the edge of the bed. She spread her arms and reclined, felt it out a little. The other three of us remained still.

Sitting back up, Bryce's eyes fell on me. Her gaze was magnetic, drawing me into her.

"Come here," she purred as I was already stepping. I was in front of her on the bed, and then pulled into a breathtaking kiss.

We picked right back up from the dancefloor, our tongues and hips knowing what they wanted. Somehow I'd found myself straddling Bryce's lap, tilting her neck up to kiss her. My dress was stretching tight over my thighs and rump, struggling not to creep up.

Bryce's tongue could've entertained me for hours, and our bodies melted seamlessly in our passionate embrace. We took our time, exploring cheeks, foreheads, necks. Bryce left a few more hickeys on my collarbone. I made my mark right on the side of her neck.

"Have you ever been with a girl before?" Bryce whispered in my ear as we pawed at each other.

"No," I confessed back, hoping she wouldn't be put off with inexperience. "Have you?"

Bryce kissed my cheek, licked a trail down the side of my neck. Her hands had found my butt, squeezing my cheeks and threatening to guide my dress up entirely. "Once. A long time ago."

I nodded and tilted her chin back to me in a kiss.

"Can I ask a favor then?" I hadn't known that about Bryce, but now I latched onto it for a tiny lifeline. To help me through the craziness.

"Of course." A hand of hers had found the back of my neck, caressing my skin. God, that felt good.

"Can you do me first?"

It was Bryce's turn to cradle my chin into a kiss.

"Absolutely, Dani. I'd love to."

Before I could react, we'd spun around and I was now on my back, butt on the edge of the bed. Bryce's tanned body loomed over me, taking control of the situation like I needed her to. My role as leader had extended only to navigating us inside this room. Now I could lay back, relax, and just be.

Bryce leaned down into me, kissing me softly and slowing my entire body. As her lips roamed softly over mine, my breathing eased, my eyes shut. Everything just felt so peaceful and calm and wonderful.

Bryce kissed my cheeks, my neck, guided my wrists overhead. The touch of her fingers, the movement of her hips, it was all so much more seductive and sensual than I was used to. Not that Isaiah or some boys of my long-gone past couldn't have been "sensual" but it just wasn't the same. Being with Bryce... she stoked the fire inside me in a wholly different way.

Moans were escaping my lips, my hips squirming of their own accord, as Bryce kissed over my collarbone. Her fingers were gliding behind my neck, undoing the clasp of the choker that constituted the top of my dress.

Every brush of her fingers over my skin radiated warmth through me. She could do absolutely whatever she wanted to me. We were in a world of our own.

Bryce's mouth was in no hurry teasing over my shoulders, arms, top of my chest, teasing my dress down lower. She returned to my lips constantly, breathing fire into me with every passionate moan and swirl of her tongue.

Her fingers teased my dress past my breasts, exposing my nipples for the first time that night. They were achingly erect already, buzzing with the energy of our torrid affair. Cool saliva and tantalizing touches of Bryce's tongue made my nubs pulse and electrified me down to my toes.

It was so strange: Bryce had squeezed my breasts in the changing room just earlier today, and at the time I'd been taken aback. Now she was sucking on those same breasts and I was yearning for more.

Bryce worshipped my petite chest for a long while, lavishing kisses and licks all over the tight skin. She pinched and teased my nipples, coming up for more kisses and then dipping her head back to my chest.

"God, Bryce," I sighed out, unable to contain the lust I was feeling. I heard more moans to match, and for the first time realized that the boys must be playing too.

That shot a jolt of energy through me. As Bryce slid off the edge of the bed to position herself by my knees, I looked around to find my husband.

He and Ethan were behind us, lying back against the wall. Still fully clothed, unfortunately. They were next to each other, thighs and arms brushing -- both of them tending their erections under their pants. Their sweaty bodies were so close... but they weren't doing anything more.

Bryce must have noticed me staring. She strode around to the other edge of the bed and motioned for me to join.

"We'll all have a better view," Bryce explained with a knowing grin.

She was kneeling down on the side of the bed and I shuffled over towards her, swinging my legs back over the edge. The boys were to my right now, and they could plainly see my exposed chest, the taut pink nipples. I could plainly see their cocks, now exposed through open flies.

Ethan certainly was packing. His rod was thick, long, and straight, with smooth tan skin over the gland. My husband's cock was a little smaller, much darker and featuring a more prominent curve, with veins running over the erect surface. Uncut too, with the extra skin pooling right beneath his beautiful helmet. I loved teasing his foreskin sometimes when we weren't in a rush.

Bryce's hands on my skin took me back, and she was guiding my dress all the way down my torso. I was about to be naked. Another girl was about to be inches from my bare slit.

The time for reservations was long gone. My hips were lifting, letting Bryce peel the garment off me.

I was naked. My butt was on the edge of the bed, my legs now spread wide as Bryce maneuvered between them. Her big brown eyes looked up at me as she kissed my quaking thighs, teased the soft skin of my loins. My legs just wanted to clamp around her head and keep her there.

Propped up on my elbows, I could see Bryce and look over at the boys as well. Ethan and Isaiah hadn't moved, but I had an idea to get them on our level.

"Take off your clothes," I ordered, earning a big grin from Bryce. "It's only fair."

Belt buckles began working but I couldn't concentrate on them longer as Bryce's lips fell back to my upper thighs. She worked around my mound, barely teasing the triangle of hair before sliding her lips down... down... so close to my clit. A breath away.

A bratty moan escaped my throat at Bryce's torturous play. Her fingers were wrapped around my thighs, digging into my flesh. Fuck, the heat of her skin was so good! I just needed more!!!

"Please," the whisper left involuntarily. My eyes were locked with Bryce's. My clit was thrumming. I needed nothing more in the world than her attention right now.

Her tongue stretched out and ran a long stroke up the length of my wet slit.

"Ooooh!" my whole body curled, all the way to my tailbone. Energy had just flashed through me like lightning.

Another strike hit me. And again. Jaw open, my legs were quivering already. Bryce's tongue was diving around my clit, licking it softly, teasing and sucking and planting the most gorgeous French-kisses.

"Oh my god Bryce," I moaned, captivated by watching her work. The stunning blonde was working her tongue expertly, revving up my clit and scratching an itch deeeeep inside me. The pumping muscles of her temples were intoxicating to watch produce those amazing sensations inside me.

Her mouth stayed on me for a long while. Forever, if I'd have had my choice. Her tongue ran through my folds, toying with my labia. She dipped and plumbed at my entrance, swinging back up to circle my engorged clit. My entire slit was soaking, pulsing with fire. I felt ready to combust. Her tongue was just so gentle and dexterous and knew every pressure point to hit. Was it always this wonderful with girls?

The muscles of my core worked overtime, arching my back off the matt and clenching with desire. My pelvic muscles were squeezing, aching for something inside me.

Bryce read me like a book: a finger came up to stroke my folds, dipping down to tease my ass and back up to my leaking entrance. She had me whimpering already. I couldn't help cry out as my friend's finger entered me and curled back.

"Fuck Bryce, that's so good!" I sighed and my whole body fell back on the bed. I couldn't summon the energy to watch anymore. To do anything but squeeze my little tits for dear life and let Bryce do whatever she wanted to me.

Her finger was gliding inside me in rhythm with her tongue, tapping down directly on my g-spot. My hips rocked at every stroke of her hand, climbing higher and higher into the sky. The drugs were picking me up more than anything I could've ever imagined.

Bryce's tongue pressed down hard on my clit and gave some forceful licks as her finger plunged into me deeper. My head lolled to the side, and a beaming smile tore over my face at the sight in front of me.

Ethan and Isaiah had complied with my order and were fully naked. Better yet, they were kissing. Passionately, with tongues dancing. Best still, my husband was stroking his friend's hard cock.

Up and down. My lover's hand pistoned. Metronomic. Hypnotic. Tantalizing.

Up and down.

Ethan's cock looked beautiful being stroked too. His red helmet was swollen huge, dripping pre-cum onto my husband's fingers....

A second finger entered my twat and the fire inside me roared. My hips bucked and I couldn't stop a parade of moans. Bryce's fingers were curling back and pressing down wonderfully on my g-spot. The pressure was just intense enough, and that circling of her tongue....

"Oh shit, I'm gonna cum," I realized as the words were coming out of my mouth. My heart was racing, my blood pumping. But it wouldn't stop until all the energy was released. I was barreling downhill with only one possible outcome.

"Don't stop Bryce!" I mewled. She stayed perfectly consistent, fighting against my spasming hips and thighs to keep a rhythm. "Don't stop, right there, right there...."

The blonde obeyed, coaxing my lower back further off the bed with each rising moment.

I was tensing, seizing, condensing into one singular tiny ball of mass, centered right at the nub that Bryce's tongue was lashing around. The light was capturing everything else in my body. This was it....

"Fuck, fuck... fuck," I couldn't muster anything else. "Fuck, fuck, fuck ohhhh fuck!"

Fire exploded, burning everything. A sweet, all-consuming, wonderful blaze. In every finger, toe, nerve, of my body. The glow was hovering me off the bed, bathing me in unimaginable power. For one singular moment, my body had harnessed all of the energy it could.

And then I crashed. Slamming back into the bed, my whole body shuttering and shaking and spasming. Sounds I didn't even recognize were leaving my throat, and my limbs felt like jelly. All that energy, it had just been sapped. Stolen, forced totally out of me. In one perfect climax. I laid there, clutching for breath and strength enough to revive me. My body needed a long minute to find them.

My thighs were wet. Bryce was kissing them. I forced myself back up on my elbows with a great effort. Bryce's cheeks were shiny. Her chest was damp too. I'd squirted again.

"Oh god, I'm sorry," I started.

The blonde climbed up between my legs, looming over me on the bed once again.

"For what Dani? That was amazing." My friend leaned down and kissed me passionately, giving me an encore of her tongue work.

I didn't want to let her go. My arms were around her back. I didn't ever want to let her go, let that heat go. Her lips felt too good on mine. I could taste myself. Lips that could give me what hers had just given me should never be allowed to leave.

Alas, the blonde broke our kiss and pulled away from me with a smile.

"I am so thirsty," she said with an almost giddy smile.

"Me too," I noticed as soon as Bryce pointed it out. I was parched actually.

A small "pop" noise sounded behind me and I heard Ethan's voice: "I think we're all thirsty. Can you just get a couple bottles from the bar, instead of the small cups?"

My neck swung around to see Ethan rising back up to sit on the bed, wiping his mouth with his palm. Isaiah's cock was throbbing and shiny. Had they been going further too??? I caught my husband's eyes -- he was happy, but his expression didn't reveal anything.

"Why me?" Bryce replied, on a totally different page as me now. She must've seen what the boys were doing -- was that why her grin was giddy? Or was that just from kissing me? Had Isaiah been sucking Ethan too? Why hadn't I gotten to see???

"You're the only one with clothes on," Ethan replied to his wife, which I also noticed for the first time. Bryce was still totally dressed.

"That's fair..." the blonde replied. "Okay, I'll go get us all water. It's a short trip upstairs, I should be quick."

I nodded my head, relieved for any solution that didn't involve me having to leave this room or put clothes back on. My friend fished her phone out of Ethan's pants. "Just in case. I'll be right back."

The wooden door closed behind Bryce, and I was left in the cage with just the two musky men.

Ecstasy was still coursing through my veins, and my pussy was re-igniting with animal attraction. I had nothing to do but follow.

Isaiah's eye caught mine, and that animal inside me roared for my husband's heat. A suggestive smile built over my face, and when I beckoned my beau with a finger, he came crawling over to me eagerly.

In a flash, he was on top of me. We were kissing hungrily. My hands pressed on his chest, his tongue forced deep into my mouth. I roamed over his built pecs, tracing the massive tattoo that covered Isaiah's left pec, shoulder, and upper arm. I settled my grip on the dark bulging muscles of his arm. His erection was poking deliciously at my thigh and hip.

Our kiss was making me ache for more. I'd had fingers and a tongue but not a real dick, all night. While my husband kissed my neck and mauled my tits with his hands, I reached down to feel his manhood near my core.

His gland was smooth and wet already -- a mixture of precum and saliva, it had to be. I stroked a hand from the shiny light brown tip all the way down to the darker base.

Isaiah's mouth was moving lower, to my chest, my nipples. He was leaving hickies, making me moan and squirm under his hot body. His warmth felt so nice. I could lay underneath him like an iguana all day.

My lover's mouth wanted to keep venturing lower, but I pulled Isaiah back up to kiss. I didn't want his tongue.

"Fuck me," I implored him, staring far into my husband's gentle gaze. My hand positioned his cock at my lips, nestling it between my slick folds. I was soaked, ready for everything and more.

Isaiah's hips rocked forward, and his cock slid inside of me.

"Oh fuck," I moaned with glee. My pussy accommodated him easily, enveloping around the bulge pressing in. My husband burrowed into me all the way, our hips and lips meeting together softly. "Oh wow that feels good!"

My heart was fluttering. Holy shit. I felt full, really full, in a way I hadn't quite felt before. Like the final piece of my body was just put in place. My twat squeezed tighter around Isaiah. My clit was aching already.

"You feel amazing," I gazed up at my husband, who was supporting himself a little off the bed above me. His hips were starting to work back and forth, pumping inside me. At this angle, Isaiah's torso could brush against my clit as he thrust, and he could pierce so wonderfully inside me. I was firing back up, and he knew exactly what he was doing.

"You feel amazing too," Isaiah responded. He was beaming, sweaty muscles of his upper body engaged. Damn that was hot. "God, you're incredible."

"You are too, baby!" I felt my heart beam and surge and shoot rainbows out. I loved this man so much. He just knew me perfectly in every way. Including how to thrust his cock inside me.

My eyes closed and I found myself squeezing my breasts as another peak began to rumble and race inside me. God I was unstoppable tonight. I just needed more. But every climax felt soooo good -- how could I make them stop?

When I opened my eyes, I was looking past my husband, right at Ethan. He was stroking his cock to the sight of us: my husband's pumping ass, my legs wrapped around him, my body squirming in pleasure.

Ethan's cock was mouth-watering. And watching him was sexy too. Another strong rush of energy shot through me.

Would I be taking Ethan's cock too?

I wanted to.

Somehow, in that very moment, I realized why Isaiah's client was so pissed he couldn't come.

"Your boss was definitely planning on fucking us," I giggled to my husband as his long, powerful strokes met my hips. My clit was humming beautifully, and I was riding a steady track up to the top of the mountain.

"What?" my husband looked confused and slowed his thrusts, but he didn't stop.

I pulled him down into a kiss so I could trail my mouth over to his ear. Isaiah's chest was pressed against mine now too: I could steal his whole body heat. It was heavenly.

"Karl. Your client. The bouncer said there were supposed to be five of us on the list for this room," I continued. Isaiah kept thrusting in me all the while, his dick massaging the perfect area against my sensitive walls. "He wanted to see photos of us, he insisted we all come here. To this place. And take aphrodisiac ecstasy pills. He was supposed to be here for all of this too. He thought he was gonna fuck me. And Bryce."

"You're right," my husband pushed himself back up a little so we could make eye contact. His thrusts got just a little harder, deeper.

"Would you have let him?" I asked Isaiah. A hand snaked between my legs to strum my clit. I was dangerously close to bursting. My husband knew how to fuck me.

"Would you?" he served back.

I raised an eyebrow. "I asked you first."

Isaiah gave me an extra hard thrust. My tits jiggled and a groan left me. "Yeah," he nodded his head with furrowed eyebrows.

I bit my lip and smiled. "Me too."

I had no idea if Karl was hot or worth fucking, but in this sweaty lecherous environment, anything seemed possible. And I knew what would get my husband thrusting into me harder.

Past Isaiah's shoulder, Ethan still sat on the edge of the bed, stroking his cock to our show. I didn't want him to be lonely. And I knew he was definitely worth fucking....

I pulled my husband back down so I could whisper in his ear again.

"Would you let Ethan fuck me?" I put a lot of lust in my question, both of us already knowing the answer. My hips were rocking lewdly, on the precipice of another peak.

"Yeah," my husband moaned back.

"Do you want to see it?" my heart was fluttering, spiking. Isaiah powered into me, and I was hurtling over the top of my mountain.

"Yeah."

"Right now?"

"Yeah."

"Oh fuck, baby!" I wrapped my husband tightly, coiling arms and legs around him as he plowed into me fully, hammering my wet, pulsing twat. "Fuck, fuck, I'm gonna cum!"

Isaiah bottomed out inside me and my entire body clenched and squeezed and tightened around his dick. My hips lifted, my core shook, I couldn't breathe.

And then it all flooded through me, coming out in moans and hip spasms and uncontrollable pants.

Wow, my husband knew how to fuck me. I was wrecked, spent, made utterly ecstatic and satiated by my husband's love. Nothing could ever feel better.

Yet we lay there and as my husband kissed me, I knew this wasn't nearly the end. A normal Danica might've tucked that fantasy and exchange in the back of her brain, savored the orgasm, and gone to bed. But the Dani tonight was taking more.

"Oh my god I love you," I panted and smiled at my husband. His skin was glowing, with sweat and my cum and the ecstasy. I wanted to lick every inch of him.

"I love you too baby," my husband stole one more kiss, and the soft brushing of his thumb on my nipple reminded me how badly I wanted to keep going.

Isaiah rolled off me, sensing exactly what was about to happen. Wanting exactly what was about to happen.

"Oh wow," I sighed as I sat up, feeling the blood and breath return to normal in my body. My eyes locked with Ethan's.

We'd been whispering during our dirty talk, I thought, how much of us had our friend overheard? He was only a few feet away. It didn't matter. We all wanted this.

I didn't have to say anything. I shifted forward and crawled towards Ethan, never breaking eye contact.

He shifted up a little higher, his body straightening as he realized what I had on my mind. But as I straddled my friend's hips and pulled him in close, his body relaxed in the familiar comfort of mine.

Ethan's wide eyes stared back into mine, darting over to my husband for just a brief moment before settling back on me. We'd gone far enough tonight that permission wasn't really necessary any more. But each new step still seemed taboo in our hearts.

Within a few seconds of my lips on his, any form of Ethan's concern and stiffness had died.

Well except for one very particular stiff part, pressing right into the crack of my butt.

My hips were easing back against Ethan's large rod as we kissed, my hands caressing his soft cheeks. His fingers were on my small breasts, teasing my nipples and kneading the flesh gently. After the animalistic rutting my husband had just given me, it felt nice to have a more laid-back, sensual change.

Still, even if it was laid-back, I wanted what I wanted.

While our lips and tongues remained engaged, I reached down behind me to steady Ethan's shaft. He throbbed against my touch and the sheer weight of his member became clear in my hand.

Goddamn.

I was excited. Tingles ran up my spine imagining his dick spreading me out, and my hips lifted up to make it a reality. I guided Ethan to my core, nestling his head between my wet, used labia.

A tiny sigh escaped from my friend's chest, and my smile broke our kiss.

"You good?" I whispered kindly.

"Yeah," the Asian man smiled and nodded back. His hands were lingering warmly on my sides. "This is just crazy."

Taking a step back, it was a little insane. I'd known this man for over a decade. A third of my life he'd been my friend. Sure I'd known he was cute and maybe thought about him a but a platonic decade had crashed down in one night. This man had made me cum already, it was only right he should have me at my most intimate too.

"I know," I comforted. "But it's also exactly perfect right now. It's what's supposed to happen."

It was a struggle to form coherent words when the swollen tip of Ethan's cock was pressing right up against my soaking pussy. I was stretched, I was wet, I was sooo ready for him. My hips were wiggling down, begging for him inside me.

Our eyes met again, and he pulled me back into another kiss. Craziness be damned.

My hips shifted, and Ethan's cock slid inside me.

"Ohhhh fuck," the breath was expelled from my chest involuntarily, seeping out as more and more of Ethan's immense length buried itself in me.

Gravity pulled me down until my butt rested against Ethan's balls. His entire shaft was inside me, stretching my tight walls and stirring a fire buried well within me. My heart was pounding, my fingers and toes were buzzing. Wow this felt good.

My hips started moving with a mind of their own, finding a subtle rock back and forth. Just testing out this new penis. The first new one that had been inside me in more time than I could even think of.

It felt good. Ethan's veiny ridges brushed along my sensitive walls and plugged me up completely. I could shoot sparks up my spine by rocking my walls along his length, spilling moans out of both our mouths.

Ethan and I were exploring: his hands on my ass, tracing the patterns of tattoos on my arms. Mine were running through his hair, guiding his mouth to my nipples.

My eyes melted shut and everything just sunk straight to my hips and the piercing invader inside me. Every swirl, every grind sent energy through me, threatening to overload my body with light again.

Our arms and lips and groins were wrapped around each other and our breathing was setting together as one. I rode Ethan like that, intimately, for a long minute, allowing his cock to edge me and my swollen clit into total bliss. We harmonized completely and our hips reacted to whatever we needed.

I could've stayed there forever, riding Ethan's glorious cock to a gently-crescendoing orgasm. My hips had begun to work more fervently when movement stole my concentration: my husband was shifting to sit next to us in the bed.

Isaiah's dark shimmering shaft stood out proudly in his lap, and when my husband began pumping his rod to the show his wife and best friend were putting on, a naughty idea popped into my head.

"Come here," I instructed to my husband as I reached a hand out to his tender cock. I guided him gently upwards, suggesting what I wanted, and he complied. My husband stood up on the bed next to me and Ethan, his cock presenting itself lewdly a few inches from my face.

Exactly what I wanted. While my hips continued grinding on Ethan's prick, I leaned out and opened my mouth to allow Isaiah's cock in.

My husband in my mouth, our best friend in my pussy -- I was teetering on the verge of either insanity or an orgasm.

Ethan's hips began powering up into my twat, spearing his cock deeper and deeper into me. Definitely an orgasm.

I bobbed my head up and down my husband's familiar organ, swirling my tongue around the head and doing my best to focus my thoughts. Trying to ride Ethan and suck off my husband was a harder task than I'd imagined. After a minute though I'd just begun to develop a comfortable rhythm.

The door to our room swung open and our trio stopped dead to stare. My heart settled as Bryce's tanned frame came into view with two plastic water bottles in hand. Honestly I'd been so lost in everything I'd forgotten she had gone for water.

It had really been an awfully long time that she'd been gone, now that I thought about it. Way longer than it should've for only water.

"Wow, what did I miss?" Bryce asked with a smile.

"You were gone for a while," Ethan retorted past my shoulder. He was still up to the hilt inside my pussy.

Bryce shirked her husband's comment and strode over towards the armchair. "Keep going, please," she instructed.

We had a spectator now: the hot blonde was spreading her legs wide, dipping her fingers inside her panties to touch herself. I was spurred on by Bryce's burning gaze, redoubling the motion of my hips and planting kisses along my husband's shaft.

"Oh fuck that's hot," I heard my friend encourage from behind me. "Ride his dick Dani."

Shivers ran up my spine and I smiled through the cock in my mouth. My hips rocked a little more intensely into Ethan, who was thrusting up in rhythm to meet me. Neither of us were moving our hips a ton, but by rocking together his dick could hit the perfect spots deep inside of me and our bodies could stay pressed close the whole time.

Isaiah's cock slid along my lips and I savored the control over two penises, two boys, at the same time. Plus the girl whose gaze was captivated by me now too. It was unlike anything I'd experienced before. Even just the thought of my naughty deed alone was making my core roar and threaten to explode.

Hot breath on my cheek caught my attention, and I came to realize that Ethan was leaning over, guiding his head towards me. And my husband's cock....

Was he really gonna do it? Were we gonna do it together?

Ethan's lips fell on one side of Isaiah's chocolate shaft -- my own mouth landed on the other. We kissed sloppily over my lucky husband's gland, tongues lashing out and trailing over each other. Ethan and I arrived in almost a French kiss around my husband's tip, all while the Asian man kept pumping up into me, threatening to topple me at any moment.

God this was too sexy.

Isaiah's cock slid past my parted lips for a moment as Ethan dipped to kiss his shaft and balls. We tag-teamed my husband for a long minute, switching roles a few times and letting our mouths wander wherever they wanted to over Isaiah's cock.

My kisses became more frantic, more passionate as Ethan thrust harder into me. My thighs were quivering, hips shaking. I was about to burst.

"Yes Dani!" Encouragement rang out behind me, and I ground down on Ethan's dick just a little harder.

"Oh fuck, that's it!" I squealed, letting Ethan suck my husband's cock alone. I leaned back, holding our friend's shoulders for leverage and rode him without abandon. His cock ground down over and over into just the spot I needed, and my hips broke. This was it.

"Don't stop, don't stop!" I could hardly whisper. My abs fired, Ethan slammed into me once more, and I came.

"Fuck!!!"

I exploded, spewing juices over Ethan's lap and spasming violently on top of him. Isaiah acted quickly, bending down to hug me and support me from behind.

My husband's caring warmth cradled me through the waves of my peak. I gasped and moaned and let my body go limp in our sensuous three-way hug.

The boys' bodies comforted me while my strength and breath recovered. Our slow exhales became synced, and as my consciousness fully re-centered in the room, I became aware of soft moans from the other side.

Our voyeur.

My energy was sapped. I was still floating like a cloud, in heavenly bliss, but I had nothing left to give.

Bryce, however, clearly still wanted to go. And I wanted to support her. I'd just fucked her husband after all, and she should fuck mine.

"Wow," I sighed and began disentangling from my men. "That was unbelievable." It really was. If you'd told me at the beginning of the day.... "But I think I'm spent."

I had rolled off them onto my back: wet and reddened slit on display.

"You good?" Isaiah asked me. He and Ethan were both still hard. Could they just go forever on the pills?

"Yeah, I'm great!" I beamed back. "I love you so much. I think it's Bryce's turn though. I need a rest, and water."

"I second that," Ethan echoed and led the charge off the bed. My husband helped me up, and the four of us formed a quiet circle drinking water. Bryce was the only one still in clothes.

After all that had happened tonight... it seemed impossible that Bryce could still have her outfit on.

Isaiah and I chugged our bottle quickly, and my body felt a little rejuvenated. I was eyeing the armchair Bryce remained in though: a nice comfortable sit sounded perfect right now.

"Why don't you take a seat?" the blonde read my mind, and she took my hand to swing us around and switch spots. I melted back into the chair, instantly feeling all of the night's peaks and madness catch up to me and anchor my muscles. I was sore and tired. Happy -- I'd earned that tiredness -- but it still hurt to think about moving right now. My knees pressed up to my chest, feet on the edge of the chair, compressing my body in a comfortably familiar way.

Bryce was in between our two men, guiding them back to the bed, ready to take charge. Hands intertwined, the three of them sat on the edge of the bed. They were chatting, laughing, hands on thighs. Isaiah and Bryce both gave separate looks to check in with me not five seconds apart, and I returned a soft smile of support each time. It was so sweet.

And seeing the boys take off Bryce's bra... damn that was beautiful. The straps off her shoulders, their fingers plying at the hem of the leather cups.... And then both boys were pawing at the blonde's glorious tits, kissing each side of her neck. Fingers pinched her puffy pink nipples, teasing her large areolae, making her hips rock a little. Bryce's eyes had met mine, staring at me deeply while our husbands worshipped her.

Ethan's hands were wandering lower, parting his wife's open skirt and sneaking under her black panties. Through the sheer skirt I couldn't see much of his fingers' movement, but the blonde's eyes rolled back and baby whimpers started escaping her mouth.

They were kissing back and forth, all three of them. Sloppy writhing tongues traded around. My husband's hand was under the blonde's skirt now too: 10 fingers teasing and probing at her. It was a beautiful scene. I understood why Bryce had been raring to go after watching our own show earlier.

After a minute the boys were frustrated enough by Bryce's bottoms to strip her, lying the blonde back on the bed and revealing her naked body. Long, tanned, lithe... and those fucking tits! Whatever she'd paid her doctor wasn't enough.

Ethan went down between his wife's legs, finding her wet slit with his tongue as my husband kissed and caressed her. Queen treatment. I knew exactly how amazing that felt.

My voyeur's angle afforded me a perfect view of Ethan's tongue circling and feasting on his wife's swollen clit. I didn't know which of them I'd rather be.

Both.

Bryce cut her husband off though, pulling him up to her lips. The three of them kissed for another long moment before the blonde rolled over to her husband and whispered something in his ear. They had a small, silent conversation, and Isaiah looked back over to me in the interlude.

I gave my husband a reassuring smile. He was putting on a great show. It was fun to just see my husband be an unabashedly sexual being. He grinned back at me, and my heart fluttered. I loved that man.

Bryce and Ethan evidently finished their talk, because the blonde was rolling on top of my husband, stealing his attention back.

They were kissing, angled away from me slightly, but I had a wonderful view of my husband's dark erection flexing against my friend's pink slit. Aching to slip inside.

Bryce's hips were rocking down. Begging to be penetrated. It was only a matter of time.... Her hips were lifting, aligning -- the head of his cock nestled between her labia.

Bryce thrust down; Isaiah thrust up. His cock disappeared inside her.

"Ohhh god!" Bryce groaned loudly, grinding down on the rod passionately. She began riding my husband, slowly but fervently, as their bodies melded.

It was strange, watching my husband penetrate another woman. My friend, especially. It should've been stomach-churning but it was just... beautiful. Their hips moving together -- it was cinema.

My core was still burning with lust and desire, but my body had no need to act on it. Playing voyeur was my way of acting on it now.

Unfortunately, Ethan moved behind the copulating couple, dipping his head down to their crotches and obstructing my view in the process. But I could ogle his nice butt and imagine what his bobbing head was doing. It looked like he was alternating licks between my husband's balls and his wife's ass.

Sure enough, when the Asian man pulled his head away, both of their groins were covered in a sheen of saliva.

Ethan knelt next to the couple, still wrapped up in their own deep kissing and groping. One hand stroked his long cock; the other was squeezing, exploring his wife's butt. His fingers played down to her rosebud, and after a second of teasing, his middle finger slid inside his wife's ass.

"Fuuuck," I could hear Bryce moan through the bodies, and her hips rocked a little more intensely back against the boys stimulating her.

The trio held their position for a long minute, falling deeper into their own shared pit of lust. Ethan edged a second finger into his wife's butt, spurring her hips on further. I could see her legs quaking, the pulsing surges in my husband's balls. They were really enjoying this.

Ethan broke away, withdrawing to the nightstand at the side of the room stocked with sexy accoutrements. I had honestly forgotten it was there.

He cleaned his fingers with a wipe before grabbing one of the lubes and applying some generously to his proud erection. Curious -- his wife was clearly dripping wet. Was he...?

Ethan caught my inquisitive look as he finished up. He strode over to me, his shimmering prick baldly on display.

"She's fantasized about getting double penetrated for years," Ethan explained in a whisper. A shudder ran down my spine to my groin. Wow, that was kinky. Bryce was a naughty girl.

Our spouses were fucking up a storm on the bed, entangled in a flurry of sweaty limbs, moans, and slapping flesh. Bryce's butt was exposed to me, now noticeably begging to be filled.

Ethan fought back into the fray, kneeling astride one of my husband's thighs. When Bryce felt her husband's hand at her back, she slowed her animalistic riding and steadied. I couldn't see her or my husband's faces -- did he know what was about to happen?

Ethan positioned his cock at his wife's backside, sliding his head between her cheeks. I had to lean over a little for a good view, and I was rewarded with the sight of his beautiful helmet pushing forward into the blonde's ass.

"Ohhhhh my god, oh fuck!" my friend wheezed immediately, reaching a hand back blindly for her husband. Ethan slowed, almost stopped, but continued sliding his cock in. My view disappeared, so I contented myself with sitting back and ogling Ethan's butt as he thrust into his wife.

Bryce was groaning, sitting at a complete stop atop my husband. He must've felt what was happening right? Could he feel the other penis through her?

Ethan evidently had settled all the way in, or comfortably enough at least, because his hips began thrusting, slowly and subtly to start. He was fucking Bryce's ass, rocking her forward into my husband with each pump.

The blonde continued to let out a stream of moans, and her thighs were flexed powerfully as she was stuffed by both men. It looked like Isaiah had begun to rock up into her pussy as well, but I couldn't exactly tell.

It was a wonderfully erotic sight: seeing Bryce filled to the absolute brink. I wondered how it felt -- I'd never fantasized about it before but she looked and sounded like she was in heaven.

Everyone's pace was escalating. Ethan was wearing in his wife's back, sliding in and out of her much firmer and more powerfully. Bryce seemed like she was doing her best to have as much dick inside her at once, lurching her hips back hungrily as the boys pistoned into her.

"Oh fuck, that's so good!" she was mewling, and I recognized the tone in her voice. She was on the verge of breaking, plunging off the precipice of a towering peak.

"Fuck don't stop!" she squealed, and her noises turned into one loud continuous moan as the peak arrived within her. Two cocks slammed into her and she came, writhing and shaking between the bodies.

"Oh my god that's so good!" she was babbling. "That's so good. Don't stop!" Her hips were still rocking, grinding back against the dicks inside her. She still wanted more. This was her absolute ecstasy.

The boys ravaged the blonde, fucking both of her holes without abandon. Bryce was mewling, moaning, screaming through the unbelievable bliss. Her whole body was wracked with another explosive cum, then another. She was quaking, groaning, but thrusting back for more all the same.

Ethan's ass was flexing and tightening fantastically. It was a joy to watch him give everything he had to his wife, give her everything she needed. The boys were like machines, they could seemingly go forever. Two hard, throbbing penises fucking yet another orgasm out of the stunning blonde.

But I was shocked when Ethan's hips stirred, and his legs tightened.

"Oh shit," he mumbled, and his fingers dug into Bryce's back. Was he about to cum? Had he finally overcome the pill? Was this finally the end of their road? All of our roads?

Ethan's hips jerked and slammed back into his wife erratically, three, four, five times. He was cumming. Unloading his seed deep in her ass, spewing the very evidence of his own ecstasy into her.

Was my husband doing the same?

My clit roared.

Ethan pulled away, collapsing onto the bed dramatically. He was heaving, panting.

And in his absence, I could see Bryce. Her red, gaping asshole. A torrent of cum spilling out, dripping down onto her battered, sticky slit. And barely still inside her: my husband's dark cock, slick and spotted with the pearly gobs of his own orgasm.

Bryce rolled off my husband in between the two men, and all three of them were glued to the bed. Bryce's legs were spread. I couldn't resist.

My legs almost gave out when I stood, but I carried myself just far enough to collapse directly in front of Bryce. And then something took over inside me. My tongue was moving, flying over the blonde's clit. I was lapping through her labia, tasting a concoction of her cum and Ethan's cum and my husband's cum.

Bryce was writhing, moaning, thighs around my head. I had no idea what I was doing, but I was doing it enthusiastically. One finger inside Bryce, then another a minute later, both bathing in my husband's warm load. I could feel her g-spot: she was flexing, hips bucking. My tongue flew over her clit, and she was cumming. Seizing, shaking, erupting on my tongue.

I'd given another girl an orgasm.

"Holy fuck," she sighed. Her cheeks were red as apples. She was so hot.

I didn't know how, but I found myself intertwined with Bryce, kissing and carressing her gently. Isaiah was hugging firmly behind me, his deflating cock at my butt and body heat cradling my whole form. Ethan was behind Bryce in much the same way, and a minute later each couple had found ourselves cuddling.

"I love you," I whispered into Isaiah's ear as we kissed and exchanged soft touches.

"I love you too baby," he smiled back with all of his face.

"This was insane, but it was so much fun!" my throat hurt trying to generate enthusiasm, and my lips hurt trying to smile. My whole body was sore, really. But it was such a rewarding soreness.

"I know. I can't wait to be home with you." My husband's kind words earned him a long bearhug.

Whatever craziness may have unfolded tonight, we had each other. And we were ending the night wrapped in each other's arms, together. As one. We were okay. We were more than okay.

I would've fallen asleep right there, and my husband's amazing cuddles threatened to make me. The other couple, however, rose off the bed and gave us the motivation to do the same.

"Holy shit guys," Bryce exhaled, finding her footing shakily. "This was unbelievable."

"Wildest night of my life," my husband echoed. "I cannot wait to sleep."

"Ugh, our bed sounds sooooo nice," I echoed.

We were beginning to pick through the mound of discarded clothes on the floor when Ethan finally located a phone.

"Oh shit," a strong air of sobriety laced his voice. "Dude it's 6:00!"

"What?!" my husband reacted incredulously. "I thought it was like 3."

Wow, the time had absolutely flown by. I guess we'd gotten to the club at 1 am, and it had felt like an entire lifetime had passed within its walls, but still... I couldn't remember ever being up this late before.

"Our first meeting is in two hours," Ethan informed us, and I have never felt simultaneously so bad for my husband, and so grateful that I wasn't him. "We're not getting any sleep."

"Oh god," Isaiah sighed. "I'm gonna need so much espresso."

***

Greeting the sunset and morning commuters outside the club, in my full slut outfit, was a humbling moment. My body, my mind, my soul ached for rest.

The taxi was quick. The boys showered and changed, and the image of the two men in fancy suits could not have contrasted any greater with the naked boys sucking each other's cocks at the club just a few hours prior.

I kissed my husband goodbye with the last bit of energy I could summon, and as soon as the front door closed I sloughed off to stand under the hot water for 15 minutes.

Our queen bed swallowed my cleansed body, and sleep began to seep in from my fingers and toes instantly.

The door to our room jolted me though: Bryce's freshly-showered body was standing in the frame.

God she was stunning.

"I didn't want to sleep alone," she explained. I patted the spot next to me in bed, and my friend slinked underneath the covers next to me.

We hugged, legs intertwined and foreheads together. A few soft kisses, and our heavy breaths were soon linked.

It was strange: a day ago, it would have been taboo beyond thought to be in such an intimate position with my friend. Now, it felt like the only natural thing for us to do.

"This was so much fun," Bryce whispered. Both of our eyes had dropped. Her fingers were tracing soft circles on my thigh.

"I know," I whispered back, kissing her collarbone. A silence fell on us, and a question bubbled up from the back of my mind.

"What were you really doing? While you were getting water?"

Bryce blushed at my question, no doubt hoping it had been forgotten about by now.

"Well I went up and got us water. And then on my way back down... I walked over to the orgy for a little bit."

"And?" I raised an eyebrow. That was not the full story.

"And... and I sucked a guy's cock."

"Bryce!" I smiled at my friend's revelation. I wasn't surprised though. I'd almost been drawn in by the orgy's siren call too. With no one there to stop me, I really would've been.

For how uncertain Bryce had seemed after our first indiscretions of the night, she really had embraced the euphoria the rest of the way. And I was so glad to have her by my side.

"We're gonna be okay," she continued. To both of us.

"We're gonna be great." I meant it.

A few more soft kisses, and silence settled once more.

We fell asleep in each other's arms.

***

The remaining few days of our trip might've been the most debaucherous of my life.

Bryce and I woke up in the mid-afternoon. Neither of us could summon the energy to leave the house, and we ordered food in.

The other bedroom was closed, and I peeked my head in to see our boys fast asleep, draped over each other like Bryce and I had been.

We let them recover. That first meeting must've been actual hell.

Dinner/lunch/breakfast(?) was great, and after Bryce and I had split a bottle of red wine, fucking on the couch was the only possible outcome.

Noises began coming from the other bedroom at around 9:30. Bryce and I both peeked in this time to a view of my husband between the thighs of his best friend. Needless to say, we joined in.

And from that point forward, it was all okay. We didn't need the push from the pills, we didn't need the constant looks of re-assurance. The four of us fucked and fucked and fucked, in just about every combination we could imagine.

The tougher conversations didn't come until the airport on the way home. Establishing boundaries for the future, how we wanted to explore this space together.

Berlin would never be forgotten, nor the bonds we forged. But it also couldn't be forever.

We would settle back into the normal dynamic. Friends, business partners, double dates, company parties.

Mostly.

***

ONE YEAR LATER

My knees and jaw were sore but I knew exactly what I needed to do.

Karl was standing in front of me. Maybe forty feet from the unforgettable room we'd been in last year.

I glanced to the bed on my right briefly. Not for permission, just for support. Isaiah met my eyes and smiled. Bryce and Ethan were wrapped around him, worshipping him.

I smiled back at my husband and took a deep breath.

Karl's erect dick stood just two inches from me. My lips parted as I leaned forward, and his cock disappeared into my mouth.

We would be okay.

God I loved Berlin.

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