"When sex and love are in the same place, people accuse it of being blind love.
But, when sex and love are in different places, people say it's crazy love."
ADVENTURE IN MADRID
The plane landed softly on the Madrid-Barajas runway. Through the window, Haida Lee saw the twilight light sweeping over the old city's brick-red rooftops.
There was something vibrating inside her, a mix of curiosity, excitement, and a premonition that this trip would not be just an ordinary vacation.
Steven held her hand tightly. His smile was full of secrets, as if hiding something he did not reveal.
"Welcome to Madrid, darling," he whispered in Haida's ear.
Haida turned, looking into her husband's eyes. "You're hiding something from me, Steven. I can feel it."
Steven just chuckled softly. "Maybe. Just think of it as a surprise."
The rental car drove along the city streets full of lights. The classic architecture, the aroma of coffee from cafes on the street corners, and the faint sound of flamenco music made Haida feel immersed in a new atmosphere.
"Beautiful...," she whispered, her cheek pressed against the window glass.
Steven looked at her with a satisfied smile. "I purposely left early, Haida. Not just for business. I want us to enjoy this city... before I introduce you to something different."
Haida quickly turned, her eyebrows raised. "Different how? You're making me curious."
"Be patient," Steven replied.
His hand slid down to touch Haida's thigh, applying a gentle pressure that made her take a deep breath.
That night they strolled through the city center. Cobblestone streets, dim yellow streetlights, and a lively crowd despite the late hour.
Haida wore a simple black dress that highlighted her curves. Every time she took a step, Steven couldn't stop staring at her.
"I like Madrid," Haida said with a small laugh.
"But I like the way you look at me tonight more."
Steven leaned in, his lips almost touching Haida's ear. "That's because I'm imagining naughty things about you... and about the surprise I've prepared."
Haida bit her lower lip. "A surprise? You're making me restless, Steven. I want to know now."
"Not tonight," Steven answered, his tone firm but warm.
"Tonight is just the beginning. Tomorrow, you'll see another side of Madrid. Something you've never imagined before."
Their eyes met. There was a subtle vibration in the air. Haida knew, whatever Steven had prepared, she would follow, even if it went beyond the limits she had ever known.
☆ PUSSY CAT ☆
On a narrow street lit by pink neon lights, Steven held Haida's hand as they approached an entrance with a glowing sign: "Pussy Cat."
From the outside, the building looked ordinary, just a nightclub with a black wooden door, but the mysterious aura it radiated gave Haida chills.
"What kind of club is this, Steven?" she whispered, half nervous, half curious.
Steven looked at her with a meaningful smile. "A club not everyone can enter. Only for those who know how to enjoy life without limits."
A neatly dressed guard checked the digital invitation Steven showed. The door opened, and instantly another world welcomed them.
Dim purple and red lights alternately swept the room. Deep electronic music vibrated through the walls, mixed with the scent of expensive perfume and a hint of tobacco smoke.
Dozens of men and women, dressed provocatively, filled the room, some sitting with a glass of champagne, others dancing with bodies pressed together. The women's clothing was almost naked, revealing the curves of their bodies.
Haida swallowed hard, her heart pounding fast. Her eyes were fixed on a small stage in the middle of the room.
There, a pair of people were performing an erotic show, a woman with a pained expression being fucked by several men. Their movements were rough in handling the female performer.
The actor's penis seemed to give the woman no chance to breathe. The woman's screams and moans made the audience cheer. A execution and punishment for the female artist.
The next scene made Haida Lee uneasy. When the woman was on top of the actor, with her vagina impaled by his penis, another actor stabbed the artist's body through the anus. Starting with slow, sensual thrusts, every touch made the audience gasp. But after that, it became brutal.
The audience applauded as the woman moaned from orgasm, her body and legs trembling. But the show continued. The two actors flanking the woman kept punching her anus and vagina. It was unclear how many orgasms the woman had experienced.
One of the actors, handsome with a typical Spanish face, walked along the edge of the stage with his erect and muscular penis hanging at his crotch.
"Is there any Madam or Miss here who wants to volunteer to replace her? We will make her weak and helpless, only then will you, Madam and Misses here, get your turn!"
The voices around the stage grew noisy, not cheers but whispers from the audience.
Soon, a woman accompanied by her partner climbed the stairs. Then a second woman, accompanied by another woman. They were welcomed on stage by handsome men without a single thread of clothing.
The clothes of these two women were stripped off without leaving a single piece of cloth. The man immediately took action. No part of the women's bodies was spared from the caresses and touches of the men's fingers.
The atmosphere grew hotter when the two women were penetrated. All the holes were filled by the men. The audience's cheers grew louder as the volunteers expressed waves of pleasure.
Around the stage, some paired spectators indulged their lust on the spot while watching the live gangbang on stage. They could no longer hold back their desires.
Haida looked sweaty, while the woman at the table next to him, bent over, was giving her partner a blowjob. Meanwhile, a man came from behind.
"Sir, may I join?"
The man nodded. He was enjoying his partner's blowjob.
The man who just arrived immediately pulled down the woman's g-string and plunged into her body.
"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhh ... oooooooohhh, harder .... deeper ... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh, feels good .. oooohhhhhhhhh."
Haida whispered softly, "Steven... this is a sex party, right?"
Steven approached, his voice low but clear. "Yes. Tonight there is a special event 'Live Desire'. Those performing on stage are club artists. And they... are free to do anything."
Haida couldn't turn her face away. Her body reacted, something warm spreading through her stomach. She gripped Steven's arm tightly.
"Steven... I... I want to feel it. I want to go up on that stage."
Steven turned quickly, looking at his wife. There was a resolute look in his eyes, along with caution.
"No, Haida. I won't let you mingle with strangers carelessly. It's too risky. I don't want you to get hurt... or worse, infected with something."
Haida sighed, a mix of disappointment and passion. Her eyes still fixed on the stage, where the gasps and cheers of the audience were intensifying the atmosphere.
"But Steven... I really want it."
Steven reached for Haida's face, forcing her to look directly into his eyes. "Listen to me, dear. You will get more than that. I have a plan. Tonight you have to hold back, but tomorrow... I will give you something just as wild. Something safe, yet will make you surrender completely."
Haida fell silent. Steven's gaze was full of power. She recognized that look, the look of a Master designing a game.
"Alright..." she said with a trembling voice. "I'll wait. But don't take too long, Steven... I might not hold out."
Steven smiled with satisfaction. His hand slid down to stroke Haida's back, then wrapped more tightly around her waist.
"Believe me, Haida. You will have a night you will never forget."
Haida shivered. The sound of music, the lights, and the performance on stage were just background noise. What remained in her mind was Steven's promise... and the wild imagination that was uncontrollable.
The night air in Madrid felt colder as they stepped out of the club. The pink neon light that had been glowing behind the door was still faintly visible from a distance.
Haida walked slowly, her stiletto heels tapping on the cobblestone sidewalk. Yet, inside her body, her blood was still boiling.
She reached for Steven's hand, gripping it tightly.
"Steven... I almost went crazy in there. Seeing them so free, so wild... I felt like joining in. You know that, don't you?"
Steven turned, looking at his wife's flushed face, her eyes sparkling with desire. He paused for a moment under the streetlight, then brushed Haida's cheek with his thumb.
"I know, Haida. I saw your body trembling since the show started. You're thirsty... and that makes you even more beautiful in my eyes."
Haida took a long breath, almost like a suppressed moan. "Don't just say that. I need more than just words, Steven."
Steven approached, pressing his lips to Haida's ear. His voice was low, full of power.
"You will get it. But not on that cheap stage. I won't let my wife be displayed for strangers. I have another plan, more private, more intimate, but far crazier."
Haida closed her eyes, her body responding to the whisper instantly. "What do you mean...?"
"I've contacted two of my work colleagues. Gilbert and Santo. Tomorrow night, they will come to the hotel. We'll discuss business... in plain sight. But after that, you'll come in bringing drinks, dressed as I command."
Steven paused for a moment, his eyes sharp and dominant.
"And there, our game begins. You won't just be with me, Haida. You will feel them too... under my control."
Haida's eyes widened, her body nearly losing balance. "Steven... are you serious?"
Her husband's smile widened, almost mischievous. "Very serious. You want to be freed from that thirst, don't you? I will give you a night that will bring you to your knees... not because I force you, but because you can't stand anymore."
Haida shivered. Every word from Steven pierced her mind, creating a vivid image. Between fear, curiosity, and a passion that increasingly tightened her chest.
"I... I don't know what to say."
"No need to say anything," Steven replied calmly.
"All you need to do is wait. Tomorrow night... you will be the center of the game."
Haida lowered her head, her face blushing. A faint smile appeared on her lips, a mix of shyness and impatience. She knew Steven was leading her towards something bigger. And she would not refuse.
That night they returned to the hotel in silence. Not because they had lost words, but because Haida's mind was full of shadows—about herself, about Steven, and about the two strangers who would soon become part of her long night.
☆ EXECUTION NIGHT ☆
The hotel room in the center of Madrid looked different tonight. Steven had prepared it since the afternoon—dim lights, the scent of vanilla from aromatherapy candles, a bottle of red wine on the table, and soft jazz music barely audible like a whisper.
The atmosphere was no longer just a lodging space; it had transformed into a stage.
Haida stood in front of the large mirror, her heart pounding so loudly it was almost audible in her own ears. Her hands trembled as she pulled thin stockings up her calves, then slowly raised them to her thighs.
On the chair lay a folded sheer black lingerie that Steven had specially chosen for her.
"Wear this," Steven said earlier in a commanding tone.
"Tonight, just consider that you are not my wife. You are mine, you are my property... and the possession of the game I will control."
Haida wore the lingerie. The cut fit perfectly on her body, revealing the most delicate yet most challenging curves.
She tidied her hair, letting it fall slightly messy—as Steven liked. Her lips were painted dark red, contrasting with her pale skin.
As she came out of the bathroom, Steven was standing near the window, looking at the sparkling city lights. Hearing Haida's footsteps, he turned around.
His gaze fell on his wife's body, and instantly his lips curved in satisfaction.
"Look at yourself, Haida..." his voice was low, almost a growl.
"You could even make the stars in the sky jealous."
Haida lowered her head, her cheeks burning. "I... I'm nervous, Steven. Will they like me?"
Steven stepped closer, his hand touching Haida's chin and lifting her face to look at him.
"Listen to me. Tonight you are not just a beautiful woman. You are the center of attention. Gilbert and Santo will know how lucky they are to have you as their prize. But remember, you are under my control. You may only do what I allow."
Haida swallowed hard, her body trembling.
"Yes, Master..." she whispered, the voice sounding strange yet awakening something wild inside her.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Haida jumped, her heart nearly stopping. Steven smiled, then reached for her shoulder.
"They are coming," he whispered.
"Remember your role. Hold back your desire for now. Later... when the time comes, I will be the one to set you free."
Steven stepped to the door, opened it calmly. Gilbert and Santo entered, both dressed neatly in suits, as if truly just for a business meeting.
They greeted Steven warmly, then placed a work folder on the table. Haida stood in the corner of the room, trying to appear calm. But she knew, in the next few hours, that night would not stop at just business matters.
Gilbert sat with a calm posture, his eyes sharp like an experienced executive. Meanwhile, Santo was more relaxed, with a warm smile that seemed always ready to lighten the mood.
They opened the work folder, sheets of contracts spread out on the table.
Steven sat in front of them, his demeanor full of authority. "As we have discussed, the project in Madrid will proceed according to plan. I just want to confirm the final details before we sign tomorrow."
The conversation flowed formally, full of numbers and business strategies. However, behind that discussion, Steven knew there was a more important second act waiting.
He glanced at his watch, then gave a subtle signal.
Not long after, the room door slowly opened. Haida entered with slow steps, a tray in her hand containing glasses of wine and a small plate of snacks.
Gilbert and Santo's gazes immediately stopped at the figure who had just entered. That night, Haida was not just a wife; she was a temptation walking with elegance.
Transparent black lingerie was partially hidden beneath a thin satin robe that was open at the front. Her legs were wrapped in fine stockings, her heels elevated by stilettos.
"Drinks, gentlemen," she said softly, her eyes briefly glancing at Steven, seeking his approval.
Steven leaned back in his chair, a faint smile painted on his face.
"Thank you, Haida. Just put them on the table."
Haida bowed her head, then placed the glasses in front of Gilbert and Santo. Her movements were slow, as if deliberately giving them time to trace the curves of her body with their eyes.
The loose satin robe opened slightly as she bent over, revealing more than she should.
Gilbert raised his glass, but his eyes did not leave Haida.
"Thank you... Madam Lee. You've made this meeting much more enjoyable than I imagined."
Santo chuckled, adding, "I'm beginning to suspect Steven deliberately made us work late just to give us a surprise like this."
Haida blushed, her face turning red, but inside she felt a strange tremor, between embarrassment and pride. That warm flow came again in her lower abdomen; she could no longer hold it in, something was pulsing there. She quickly glanced toward Steven.
Steven looked at her with a sharp, commanding gaze.
"Haida just wanted to make my guest feel comfortable. That's part of... her hospitality."
The atmosphere at the table changed. From a serious business conversation, there was now another tension, the air felt heavier, filled with something unspoken.
Gilbert and Santo exchanged glances, as if understanding that the night would not end with just a contract signing.
Haida was still standing near the table, her body trembling under the gaze of three men who devoured her whole. She knew Steven's game had just begun.
Steven closed the contract folder quietly.
"Enough for business tonight," he said, his voice low but firm.
"There is something more important waiting."
Gilbert raised his eyebrows, Santo leaned back in his chair while sipping wine. Both looked curious.
Steven turned to Haida, his gaze full of control.
"Take off your cloak!"
Haida was silent for a fraction of a second, her heart beating fast. But she knew it was not a request, it was an order.
With slightly trembling hands, she untied the satin knot at her waist. The cloak slid slowly to the floor, leaving behind thin black lingerie clinging to her body.
Gilbert coughed softly, Santo grinned widely. Their gazes simultaneously fixed on Haida's body.
"Very beautiful..." Santo murmured.
Gilbert added, his tone deep,
"Now I understand why Steven is so confident."
Haida bowed her head, her cheeks flushed. Yet there was a strange tremor in her body, a mix of shame and burning passion.
Steven stood up, walked around the table, then stopped right behind Haida. His hand touched his wife's shoulder, then slowly slid down along her arm.
"Look at her,"
He said to the two men.
"Tonight, consider Haida not my wife. Tonight she belongs to the game, a slave. You may use Haida's body as a prostitute. She belongs to all of us, but under my control."
Haida let out a trembling breath. Steven's voice made her body shiver, and she bowed further into her role. She imagined herself surrendering to be used as a plaything for these three men. She would accept pleasure from them submissively.
"Yes, Master..." she whispered softly.
Gilbert and Santo exchanged glances. They didn't need to ask further; everything was clear. Steven had opened the door, and they were invited in.
"Come closer," Steven commanded.
Santo rose first, his steps firm. Gilbert followed, calmer but with eyes just as sharp.
They stood before Haida, who now bowed her head, her face half-hidden by her long, loose black hair.
Steven touched Haida's chin, lifting her face to look at the two men.
"Look at them, Haida. Tell me... what do you feel right now?"
Haida's eyes glistened, her voice trembling but full of honesty.
"I... I'm trembling. My body feels warm, Master. Parts of my body are throbbing, my vagina itches, Master. I'm embarrassed... but I also... want it. My vagina is wet, Master."
Steven smiled satisfied. Haida dared to speak honestly about what she felt in front of someone she had just met. The influence of last night's show still lingered, it seemed.
"Good. Then tonight you will learn... what it feels like to be the center of the game."
"Haida! What can we do with your body?"
"The three Masters may use my body as they please. Master can release your hot lava wherever you like. I can be anything the Master desires."
Gilbert pulled out a chair, sat back but now more relaxed, his eyes never leaving Haida. Santo stepped forward half a step, as if testing the limits. And at that moment, Haida knew, a long night had just begun.
Santo kissed Haida's lips. Santo didn't know that his kiss ignited the burning desire Haida had been holding back since last night. Santo's tender kiss was matched by a passionate kiss from Haida.
Her lips invited Santo's lips and tongue to take control of Haida's desire. Haida's tongue hooked Santo's tongue, hoping it wouldn't be let go. Haida's hands couldn't stay still, touching Santo's chest, back, and penis. Although still covered by jeans, as a barrier to Haida's lust.
Tonight, Haida is like a wild dog that has found its prey. She is very hungry to satisfy her lust. Tonight, she forgets her status as Steven's wife. The only things on her mind are "penis" and "fucking."
The live sex show performance yesterday was like an aphrodisiac, tormenting her desire.
"Ooooooooohhh .... aaaahhhhh Master .... it feels so good .... aaaahh .. thank you Master.... aaaaahh."
"Ooooohhhh torment me Master... oooohh push hard ... ooooooohhhh."
Haida began to rave; she could no longer control her lust.
"Masters, tonight I give you the power to torment Haida's body. You can use Haida's body as you please. Both of Haida's holes have been prepared by her. Everything is clean."
Gilbert, who was impatient as a spectator, finally joined the battle arena. Haida, who had orgasmed several times with Santo, was now on top of Santo's body. Her hips swayed with movements that made Santo hiss.
Woman on Top! Gilbert did not miss this opportunity; he pressed his penis against Haida's anus. It was a bit difficult, but carefully he pushed it in until it reached the base of his penis.
Haida's position, facing away from Steven, made Steven watch closely, admiring how beautiful Haida's groin looked as two penises competed to penetrate each of her holes.
Haida's moans and groans were uncontrollable. This was what she had been hoping for since last night.
"Oooooooooohhhhhh I'm cumiiiiiiiinnnggg Master ... ooooooohhhh Masteeeeerrrrrr ... it feels so good aaaaahhhhhhhh."
A storm of repeated orgasms struck Haida's body. The explosions came in succession, causing her body to jerk. Her legs trembled uncontrollably.
The night grew late. The wind from the slightly open hotel window carried the scent of the city of Madrid, mixed with the vanilla fragrance from the still-burning candle. But inside the room, the atmosphere seemed disconnected from the outside world.
Steven sat in a chair, his body leaning back calmly, but his eyes sharply watched every movement. He was the director, the controller, and everything that happened that night went according to his script.
He waited for the time after they finished. After that, it was his turn to ravage Haida's vagina and anus. He patiently waited with a fully erect penis.
Haida was in the middle of the room, her body already wet with sweat, her hair tousled and sticking to her neck. Her breath was heavy, but her eyes shone—with passion, courage, and surrender all mixed together.
Gilbert below, and Santo above, both like alternating currents pulling Haida deeper between them. They touched, kissed, and guided her body, as if she were a melody played together.
"How does it feel, Haida?" Steven's voice sounded firm from his chair.
Haida could barely answer, her body trembling violently.
"Oooohhh... aaaaaaaaahhh, Master... so deep aaaaaaaaahh, so good... oooohh."
"I... I don't know anymore... ooooohh... aaaaaahh. Master... It feels too... much..."
Her voice cracked, almost like a stifled moan. Steven smiled faintly, satisfied to see his wife on the edge.
"That's what I want. I want you to give in, to surpass yourself. Tonight, you're no longer just my wife. You are a slave offering... and they are the witnesses."
Gilbert leaned close to Haida's ear, his voice deep and heavy.
"You are amazing... I've never seen a woman this beautiful when surrendering to herself."
Santo added with a mischievous joking tone, "Steven, you're lucky. If I had a wife like this, I'd never let her out of the room."
Haida sobbed softly, not out of sadness, but because her body could no longer contain the repeated explosions. She turned toward Steven, her eyes glistening.
Master... I... I can't take it anymore... this orgasm is too much. Ooooooooooohhh my legs are trembling and moving on their own ooooohhhh.
Steven stood up, finally approaching. He grabbed Haida's chin, looking deeply into her eyes.
"You can't refuse, Haida, this is punishment, not your choice. You can't ask for it. You're stronger than you think. Tonight you will know how far you can go... and I will be here to watch over you."
With those words, Steven let the game reach its peak. The sounds of moans, whispers, and the pounding of the bed blended together, flooding the room.
Time passed unnoticed. Until finally, when the first sunlight pierced through the curtains, their bodies exhausted, lying together.
Haida closed her eyes, her chest rising and falling, her body still trembling slightly. But on her face, there was a genuine smile of satisfaction.
She felt empty yet full, empty of energy, full of experiences she had never imagined before.
Steven lay beside her, gently stroking her hair.
"You are perfect, Haida. You are mine, and tonight... you have also given yourself to them, with my permission."
Haida slowly opened her eyes, looking at her husband. "Thank you... Master."
And in that hotel room, in the exhaustion after a long night, Haida knew her life would never be the same again.
The morning sunlight penetrated the hotel curtains, soft yet enough to make the room feel warm. The scent of vanilla from last night's candle was still faint, mingling with the aroma of bodies left behind after a long night.
Haida woke up slowly. Her body felt heavy, every muscle sore, yet there was a deep satisfaction that made her lips curve into a slight smile.
Her hair was still messy, her cheeks warm, and on her skin remained the traces of a night she would never forget.
Next to her, Steven was still awake. He sat leaning against the headboard, an unlit cigarette held between his fingers.
His gaze fell on Haida, not with the wild desire of last night, but with pride and full ownership.
"Go back to sleep," he said softly, stroking his wife's hair.
Haida looked at him, eyes half-closed.
"I'm not even sure I can get out of this bed..." she chuckled softly, though her voice was weak.
Steven smiled. "You were amazing last night. You went beyond limits you might never have imagined before."
Haida lowered her head, her heart pounding again. "I was scared... but also happy. I feel... free. And I know it's all because you allowed me."
Steven leaned in, kissed her forehead.
"You're mine, Haida. Even when I share you with others, it's still under my control. And tonight proves, you can entrust your whole self to me, unconditionally."
Haida closed her eyes, absorbing those words. She realized that the night in Madrid had changed something inside her.
She was no longer the same woman as before entering the Pussy Cat club. Now, she was a woman who had experienced total surrender and found a satisfaction that made her feel more complete.
On the table, the empty wine bottle still stood, next to it a tightly closed work folder. As if business and play had mixed in one night. Gilbert and Santo had left hours ago, leaving only faint traces in the air.
Haida took a deep breath, then rested her head on Steven's chest.
"I belong to you, Master. Completely."
Steven hugged her tightly, looking out the window where the city of Madrid was beginning to get busy again.
"And I will always protect you, Haida. Whatever game we choose in the future, remember one thing, you will always be my deepest love."
They were silent in that warmth. No more cheers from the audience, no more pounding music, only heartbeats beating together.
Madrid welcomed the morning with its hustle and bustle, while in that room, two souls bound to each other found a new meaning of love, passion, and surrender.
HAIDA LEE'S NOTE:
Haida Lee's sexual fantasies and imaginations continue to unfold, while love walks a different path.
Stay tuned for the story "Haida Lee Sex Story" in another adventure.