My DJ wife gets her pussy eaten while she’s DJing

How the Music Hides Her Moans and Desires while my friends eat her pussy under the DJ table.

It was a warm April night, the air thick with electricity and unspoken promises. The club was packed, a sea of bodies swaying to the pounding bass that reverberated off the walls. Lucía, my wife, was in her element behind the DJ booth, headphones dangling around her neck and that smile of hers — shy yet magnetic — that had always driven me wild. She wore a tight skirt that hugged her little ass, small but perfectly rounded, the kind she knew everyone stared at even though she pretended not to notice. Her black top hinted at the curve of her breasts, modest but firm, and her chestnut hair fell in waves over her shoulders as she worked the controls with a precision that left me mesmerized. She was reserved in how she spoke, how she moved outside the booth, but up there, with the music, she transformed into an untouchable goddess.

I was in the crowd, near the bar, a beer in hand and my heart beating faster than I cared to admit. My friends — Javi, Marcos, and Dani — were with me, laughing and drinking, tossing lewd comments about the girls passing by. But I only had eyes for her. Always had. We’d been married seven years, and though our sex life was good, there was something gnawing at…