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I nodded dumbly, grabbing myself again, waiting for her to touch herself. The moment the vibrator touched her, she cried out. My cock was getting harder by the minute, I could feel my orgasm starting low in my back, threatening to explode. I slowed down my strokes, to keep myself from coming.

“Don’t slow down,” Camila moaned, cupping her breast over her shirt. “Keep fucking your fist like it’s my pussy.”

I trembled with the need to release, seeing the vibrator circle her clit and her pussy getting wet almost sent me over the edge. I closed my eyes.

“Eyes on me, Cariño,” she said with a hint of sternness.

“I’m going to come, if I look at you,” I whined, opening my eyes to see her head back.

Her chest was moving rapidly, a flush creeping up her neck and she bit her lip as her hips started thrusting into the vibrator.

“I’m so close,” she gasped, tweaking her nipple.

Her back arched, she shouted her release and I followed her instantly. My orgasm was intense, threatening to make my knees buckle as euphoria made my body tremble.

I looked up at Camila, who had a smug look on her face. She hopped down from the counter walking to the glass.

“I think we should visit the local sex club, they have a newbie night this weekend,” she said, biting her lip.

I raised a brow at her. “A newbie night? Are you sure?”

“Yup, I bought us tickets, so this is just a courtesy.” She blew me a kiss before walking out of the bathroom. As I watched her walking out, my excitement grew. For the first time I was feeling less guilty about telling her the truth.

On the carride to the sex club, I was nothing but nerves. Camila looked cool, calm and collected. It was reassuring, but also unnerving because she was not reacting the way I had expected her to react.

The directions had us parking in a parking garage and we received a key to show the bouncer we had already completed our clearance and our NDA. I exited the car, walking to Camila’s side and opened the door for her.

The dress she had on was sinful. It was faux leather, hugging her curves just right, dipping low in the front and back. She sketched it and made it for herself today and I was ready to just stay home the moment I saw her in it.

I didn’t know how I should dress, but thankfully Camila laid out black slacks and a black shirt that she let me cuff, showing off my forearms. She fixed my shirt before I closed her door and I grabbed her hand, and walked to the elevator that would take us to the club. A few other people were waiting for the elevator, glancing at us, but they mostly stared at Camila like the little snack she was. A few men lingered a little too long while we stepped into the elevator. I pushed her against the wall, leaning my hand above her, taking in the perfect view of her luscious tits. She smirked, as she laid a hand on my chest.

“Pueden mirar,” she said.

They can look.

“Sí, pueden mirar, pero quiero que sepan que solo están mirando.” I smirked.

Yes, they can look, but I want them to know it’s only looking.

She chuckled as the elevator stopped. We all filed out of the elevator into a lobby area. There was a desk at the far end of the room that we all made our way to. We were in the middle of our group and once I handed our cards over, the woman smiled at me, handing me two tickets for drinks and two tags that had a specific color on them.

“Please put the tags on. Enjoy the night, Mr. and Mrs. Malone.” She winked at us.

I thanked her, walking around the desk to a curtain that was opened for us. We walked past it and into an open door. It looked like an expensive bar that had a speakeasy feel to it. There was music playing, there were a lot more people here than I expected and I could feel the excitement in the air.

“Drink?” I asked by her ear, because it was so loud.

She nodded and I led the way to the bar. Camila ordered a dirty martini and I had a scotch. I pulled her close to me as more people filled the bar area. We looked around as we waited for our drinks.

“We can leave at any time, ok?” I said into her ear.

“Ok,” she said, looking up at me. “Same for you, ok?”

I nodded and kissed her quickly, so I didn’t smudge her lipstick.

The bartender set our drinks down, and moved onto the next person. I took a sip of my scotch when a woman approached us.

“Mr. and Mrs. Malone,” she said with a sultry smile. “Compliments of Mr. Valbuena. It’s access to all of the areas of the club, especially our viewing rooms which are behind the curtain to your left and a key for your own room, if you choose to use it.”

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