Spicy Love

Somewhere deep in the heart of the meatpacking district was the birthday present he most desired. He picked it out himself, begging me to indulge him. I would never have dreamed of denying him, especially on his birthday, but I began to feel a bit apprehensive as we drove past the run down warehouses that lined the darkened streets. Green trash dumpsters sat right out front instead of being tucked in the alleys like they were in nicer neighborhoods. Small crowds stood smoking on street corners and though most were dressed too nicely to be gang members, one could never quite tell.

“I know it doesn’t look like much, but this is becoming the one of the most trendy areas in the city; a literal diamond in the rough,” he explained, patting the back of my hand.

“Inside of these once abandoned warehouses are art galleries, cafes, coffee shops, import stores, you name it.”

“So which one are we going to?” I asked with growing interest.

“This one,” he smiled, pulling up to a grey metal building with no windows. A rather casual looking valet took his keys, said something in Spanish that we only pretended to understand, and drove off.

Danny kissed me on the top of the head as he pulled open the heavy metal door. We were immediately engulfed by the pulsing rhythm of Cuban music. The club was more than I ever imagined. A live band occupied the somewhat crowded stage dressed in colorful, breezy attire. They beat out complex rhythms by hand and the crowd responded with movements so exotic that they would have been considered profane in any other context. There is something indescribably powerful about the seductive allure of salsa music. The rhythm literally enters your body like a well-seasoned lover and you have no choice but to respond because it feels so good.

I scanned the crowd as Danny and I waded onto the floor, hoping I could replicate the effortless moves of the other dancers, but as I found it to be with salsa, this wasn’t about mimicking others, it was about finding my own rhythm, which I did as soon as Danny touched me. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me hard against his well-muscled frame. My breasts flattened against his chest and our mouths, both slightly parted, brushed ever so lightly against one another’s. My right hand came to rest in his left and our steps fell into sync as we eased into our first mambo. We teased one another with our dance, each taking turns stepping away from the other and coming back together somewhat forcefully, causing our hips to collide. It was a bit like fucking with its pulling out and pushing in. Danny’s body moved with a graceful, passionate ease that was reminiscent of lovemaking. My body responded instantly, my nipples becoming erect and my heart racing wildly. As Danny pulled me in, I wrapped my right thigh around him in one swift, sure movement. He ground his hips into mine, as if the semi-erect cock inside his trousers might have forced its way past my damp panties and into my interested pussy. I draped myself over the arm that Danny had placed around the small of my back, falling into a deep backbend that invited him to lean in and place a series of tender kisses along the curve of my slightly exposed breasts. As I raised my head to face him he traced his tongue across my lips, but did not linger.

Across the floor I spotted a beautiful Latin man propped against the wall, a drink in one hand and a cigar in the other. I felt vulnerable as his eyes roamed greedily over my lithe frame. Before long, it seemed that I could not take my eyes off of him either. Despite the fact that I was grinding in public with my very real boyfriend, I found myself drawn to the cumin colored stranger across the room. His white linen shirt and pants hung loosely on his chiseled frame. The dark shadow of a beard threatened to consume his well-shaven face and his opaque eyes were dangerous yet alluring. I was suddenly aware that the tingle in my pussy was transforming itself into an all out throb. I pushed my crotch harder against Danny in an effort to quench my desire and to tease my strange admirer, whom by that time I had decided to call, Fidelio. I could feel Danny’s bulge growing firmer in response to the pressure of my engorged sex pushing against him.

Fidelio pushed his cigar into an ashtray on a nearby table and began to amble toward us. There was a confidence in his stride, a knowing, as if he could sense our destiny, and by “our” I mean his and mine. Danny was beginning fade into an almost imperceptible shadow the closer Fidelio drew to us. I’m sure I would have felt guilty about that if it had even occurred to me, but Fidelio’s presence was beginning to occupy every available inch of space until with each breath I drew I could smell and taste him.

He did not ask for permission to join us. Men like him didn’t need permission. They owned the clubs. They owned the world. Most people were swaying in concert with the up tempo rhythm, but Fidelio’s movements were far more slow and deliberate. Danny took notice of him as he edged closer to me, but didn’t say anything. He surveyed my response, and sensing an absence of concern, he simply acquiesced to Fidelio’s imposition. Perhaps he thought this type of behavior was customary for salsa dancing. There were other threesomes scattered throughout the club. Before long, Fidelio slid behind me, placing his hands on my hips, guiding my movements. Danny continued to face me, alternating his watchful gaze between Fidelio and me. He laced his fingers through mine as if claiming a piece of me for himself and leaned in to place his full lips over mine.

I could feel the staccato rhythms of percussion beating against my chest and the stirring of Fidelio’s cock and it took shape along the crack of my ass. His erection seemed fueled by voyeurism as he watched Danny’s tongue wrestling with mine. I pressed my face harder against Danny’s and my ass firmly against Fidelio. The thought of having a tongue slipping into my mouth and a cock slipping into my pussy created a juicy cocktail between my thighs. My desire was set to consume me. Fidelio ran a hand up the back of my exposed thigh. His touch was so full of electricity that it nearly set me on fire, and so light that my insides literally screamed for him to touch me more forcefully. Then, as if he were reading my mind, he did, squeezing the underside of my thigh in his warm palm, up, up, up toward my soaking wet cunt. His pinky finger grazed along the outside of my pulsing, anxious sex. I wanted to feel his fingers inside me. I wanted him to pull my panties aside and plunge his cock into me. My body was ravenous with desire and every inch of me ached and tingled. A fairly loud moan bubbled up from my core and was lost amidst the rhythm of Cuban bongos.

Fidelio leaned in and placed his face in my hair, whispering seductively into my ear. A coat of gooseflesh covered me and every hair on my body stood on end.

“Come,” he said, taking me by the hand and leading me off the floor. I held fast to Danny with my other hand, and he obediently followed. I’m sure that Danny’s idea of the perfect threesome involved another woman and not another man, but for some reason, he did not protest.

I could smell the sweat and passion of the other dancers as we ambled from the dance floor into a more secluded area. The room to which Fidelio led us was lined with private cabanas, each separated from the other by heavy red, velvet curtains. A hostess in a tight gold sequined dress led us to an open cabana.

“Ring when you’re ready for beverage service,” she smiled, pointing to a button on the table.” Fidelio nodded in acknowledgement, tipped her, and pulled the curtain closed behind her.

His hands found my waist immediately afterward and he turned me toward Danny, gently pushing us together. I opened my mouth and ran my tongue softly over Danny’s lips. Before long we were locked in a frenzied embrace in front of our voyeuristic companion. Fidelio moved in closer, pushing his hips against my ass and riding the wave of pleasure that his cock found between the muscles of my tight ass. I flexed it hard against him and heard him gasp. His hands reached around and clasped onto my breasts for leverage. He pushed his cock so hard against me that it actually hurt yet I didn’t want him to stop. As Fidelio’s hands descended along my waist toward my thighs, Danny’s hands took his place cupping my breasts. He reached into my dress and pulled at my engorged nipples, causing me to squeal. His touch was far rougher than usual. I didn’t know if it was the result of his enormous passion, or punishment for allowing Fidelio to touch me, but I didn’t care.

Fidelio ran his hands up the backs of my thighs, slipping his fingers into the side of my panties, rubbing my pussy. It was slick with a pearly white tapestry of desire that coated his fingers from end to end. He slid his fingers from my pussy and sucked my juices off as if they were a sweet treat to be savored. His hands wrapped around mine, guiding me toward Danny’s pants. It was clear that he wanted me to take them off. I complied, unbuttoning them and allowing them to fall. His cock bulged and pulsed against his loose boxer shorts, eventually spilling out so that Fidelio and I could admire his ample girth. He leaned against the table, allowing it to throb openly and Fidelio pushed me forward until the tip of Danny’s glistening cock touched my lips. I painted myself with his precum, licking it off my mouth before sliding more of it across my eager lips. Fidelio’s hands caressed my outer thighs, sliding my dress up to my waist and pulling my underwear down in one swift, confident motion. I do not recall feeling him reach for his cock, but suddenly there it was, spreading my labia as I bent over with Danny’s erection filling my throat. Each time Fidelio thrust himself inside of me, he forced my face deep onto Danny’s cock. Danny’s hands wrapped themselves in my hair and pushed me harder against him. I couldn’t breathe. I could scarcely move. My mouth pulsed against Danny’s cock and my tongue swirled about the underside of his shaft. His face contorted in an ecstatic grimace.

“Oh fuck, yeah,” he grunted, tilting his head down to admire the sight of me at work on his cock. “Suck harder,” he commanded, and I did.

Fidelio sucked at his thumb, allowing a pool of saliva to cover it before pressing it against my exposed ass. As he fucked me, he teased me with an excruciatingly pleasurable pressure that made me want to be penetrated in every orifice at once. I arched back toward him to signify approval. My whole body responded to him and I moaned and grunted with desire, sending intoxicating vibrations along Danny’s aching cock, which remained buried in my cavernous mouth. Fidelio pressed his thumb harder against my ass until it began to slowly slip inside. I squealed and clutched at the ends of the able to gain leverage. My body was wracked with overwhelming sensations and I knew that I was about to lose control. My painfully engorged nipples pressed against my dress and rubbed across Danny’s thighs as Fidelio continued thrusting. Danny wound my hair tightly into his desperate fists and pushed my head down hard one last time as his viscous semen splashed onto the back of my tongue. My cunt contorted into a twisted ring of pleasure as Fidelio pulled his cock from me, allowing it to bounce along my ass, squirting copious amounts of thick seed across my buttocks. I reached a trembling hand between my thighs and pressed against my clit, wiggling my fingers rapidly until my deliciously drawn out orgasm finally subsided.

Fidelio dabbed his sweet, sticky mess from my backside with a napkin and helped me to fix my dress before pressing the button to signal the hostess, from whom he ordered a bottle of champagne. He did not stay to share it with us.

Neither Danny nor I spoke. We quietly sipped champagne and reflected on what we’d just done. There was a moment in which we each wondered if what we had done was okay. Danny wondered if I approved of his allowing Fidelio to fuck me and I wondered if he minded that I had been such an enthusiastic partner to another man. The wide grins that we each bore seemed to provide all the reassurance we needed. Within a short time, Danny and I had become regulars at the club.