We met nine seconds ago, and I’m raising my arms for the stranger to peel off my dress. It’ll join my sandals and panties kicked to a corner; I’ll find them later. Looky-loos line the wall three deep, kissing, jacking off, afraid to join. Necks crane to see. Me. Naked. I came for this. That’s why I'm here.

I didn’t ask his name, and I don’t care. My husband said, “fuck him,” so I am.

He fumbles with the wrapper. Hurry the fuck up! I watch him pinch and tug at it and decide not to wait for him.

There’s a gap between two couples, so I claim it, and a new friend too. She fingers my asshole, bites my nipple, while I lick cum from her snatch; as exquisitely hairy as my own. Around us, men jabber in Spanish, pants open to their knees, feverishly jerking off, splattering my back.

The rubber is finally on, so new friend gives way to my stranger, and she replaces my face with her lover’s shaft.

He said kissing is not allowed, too personal. But I can’t see him, my husband, and I like the way my stranger’s tongue fills my mouth, how it tastes—pussy, tequila, French fries. His penis too, so unfamiliar, the way it curves into me. Fat, touching spots I’ve never felt. He hooks my knee with his elbow and lifts my hips to drive deeper. So deep it hurts, but I don’t tell him to stop or even to slow down. I only cry out, “fuck me harder!” I look for my husband; I need him to see me.

A man grabs my hair, shoves his dick down my throat. My stranger smacks my ass to remind me he’s still there. I drop the cock from my mouth and demand he slap me again. “Harder!” The sting is real; I need it.

I turn back, but the cock is replaced by a sweaty, bald pussy. Each thrust behind me, each slap on my ass drives my face into her fleshy twat.

My stranger lets loose with a shudder, grunting, grinding, then he’s gone. Before I even register that wet, slack moment where my cunt still clenches around nothing but an empty rubber—a new cock fills the hole. The receptacle.

The image seethes, watching myself from above the mattress: thighs spread, semen drying on my back, strangers lining up to use the gap between my thighs, a rented space. I roll to my back, suddenly cold. The air on my bare skin cuts through me. My nipples ache where she bit them, and I need a drink. Something strong, something that burns.

I need my husband. I want to be claimed.