My Second Visit at a Swing Club

Introduction:

Like most of my stories, this one can also be read as a stand-alone. But just like the others, it makes more sense if you have a clue about my history.  My history you can discover by reading my other stories first, in order of publication date.

Those who know me by now understand that I have sex with guys other than my boyfriend. It evolved from having sex with strangers to sex with (a few) of his friends. I thought it was an advantage - I thought I would have sex again with some of them soon or late, and I would never have to search to connect with strangers again.

The first thing that happened that did not cope with that idea was the Golden Time sauna visit (one of my last stories). I am not complaining, but it was a surprise that Christian "directed me" to have sex with strangers again.  

Now, in the next story, he did it again!  

"Slipless or hookers night?" 

That was the choice Christian presented to me on the phone after he said, "Hello, how are you?"

"What do you mean?" I wanted to know.

Then he told me what it was about. After our first acquaintance with a swing club in Croatia, where we had some exciting moments (check my story: First visit to a Swing Club), we never got around to visiting such a club again. I remember it was a revelation for me at the time, and I learned a lot about sex and, more specifically, that couples who choose to have sex with others in full consent are not exceptions.

I stayed pretty well behaved at the time, got out of clothes smoothly all in all, and my first small steps toward sex with others I then took by getting oral and mostly giving it to some lucky dicks. We were both aroused enough to have sex with each other in front of others, and together were convinced that another visit to such a club was bound to happen.

In the meantime, I have pushed many boundaries, but a second visit to a swing club had not materialized. Until now, apparently. He had looked at the website of a club where he had once been with someone from his previous relationship. They organize weekly events with different themes, and that was the subject of his question. These were the two events that took place during the short period when I was about to visit him.

"What do you prefer?" he asked me, and then there was a moment of silence on the phone.

"You will have to give me some more explanation," I said.

"Well, I was thinking of visiting this big swing club with you next time you come, and I leave it up to you which theme you like best. Slipless doesn't need much explanation, I suppose: the ladies following that evening's theme will be wearing no panties."

"And for hookers night, all the men will receive 500 euros of fake money upon arrival that they can use to pay the ladies for eventual services. The woman who earns the most money wins a prize."

That last one made me spontaneously think of the one time I accidentally worked effectively as a "one-time-only-escort" and, of course, our stay at Golden Time. I thought there was something kinky about working as a fictitious hooker in that club, but I went for Slipless, the easy choice. Nothing risky for me, since commando is my favorite style, especially in summer.

"Does this mean we're going?" I asked in a surprised voice.

"You had said you wanted to go there sometime, right?"

Indeed, I remember having said something like that, out of pure curiosity at the time, but now I had to confess that I was getting horny thoughts during this conversation. I was surprised, though, that Christian took this initiative. I didn't expect that. When I visit him during the autumn and winter periods, we sometimes visit one of those big public saunas or just go to watch the latest movie, followed by a romantic dinner, just the two of us, things like that.  

Now, he suggested something else. Food and drinks were also provided, apparently included in the all-inclusive ticket, but the setting was special. And I liked it. It had been a while since we had experienced sex activities with others, and now that we could consider ourselves a swinging couple, we did not have to be shy towards each other to suggest such "activities".

Besides the theme, he left another choice open for me. The club was open on Friday and Saturday evenings. On Saturday, the entrance was exclusively for couples. Single women are also welcome. That evening, a distinction is made between the dress code on the ground floor, where the discotheque and restaurants are located, and the upper floor, where the hot situations take place.

You are only allowed to go upstairs in lingerie. Downstairs, you can keep your clothes on all evening and night if you prefer. On Friday evening, it is somewhat different: that evening, single men are also welcome and are therefore not exclusively for couples. Moreover, the dress code of the upper floor also applies to the ground floor and the entire club. From 11 pm, everyone is required to undress and show off their sexy lingerie.

It comes down to the fact that on Saturday, there is almost a 100% balance between men and women, while I suspect that on Friday, the stronger sex will be in the majority.

"So on Friday, there is more chance for me to bump into a hot specimen!" I concluded loudly and laughed over the phone.

"Yes, you could also put it that way," Christian replied wittily.

"Besides, it is a lot cheaper for couples on Friday than on Saturday," he quickly added, as an additional argument for choosing Friday.

Smart of the management to get more couples in their club this way, to attract them with a cheap rate to "make their wives or girlfriends available" to the single men who paid almost double to get in.

I do like the fact that everyone has to undress from 11 pm. This time, I can prepare myself much better, I quickly thought. I now knew pretty well what to expect, so I didn't have to improvise as much in terms of sexy clothing as I had that first time in Croatia when I had nothing sexy in my suitcase.

I vaguely remember the advice Christian gave me at that time, regarding clothing: "If you think you're going to exaggerate when you've dressed up sexy to go to a swing club, then it's probably not sexy enough!"

After we had decided to go for the cheapest evening (or was it Christian who deliberately chose Friday to offer me more choice in male specimens?), we discussed my trip to Belgium, and booked my ticket for the Shuttle train. He didn't waste any time! After we had finished the conversation, I went to my walk-in closet to have a look at my sexiest dresses, especially those I had bought in the past, just to have, but never to wear in public because they were "too daring".

My most exciting lingerie also quickly passed through my hands while my imagination was already running wild for that particular evening. I left nothing to chance, planned a visit to my favorite beauty salon to be pampered with a facial treatment and at the same time arrange nails, new long eyelashes and a hair removal session for smooth legs and a waxed pussy so her lips are visible. I only kept a thin landing strip as a sexy attention touch.

I was counting down the days to escape from the daily rat race and the boring sleep-work-eat-repeat life. This time it was not a visit to a swing club to satisfy my curiosity but to, once again, go in search of exciting sex, which, as far as I am concerned, is only possible far away from home, far away from acquaintances, family, colleagues. At that moment, I would have preferred that Christian had prepared something with one (or more) of his friends, but hey, this also sounded like fun.

When I started an extramarital relationship with Christian, several years ago, I could never have imagined how this would go. I thought that it would only remain a few nights of fun with him, but I fell under the spell of his lifestyle, his way of thinking, and I started to love him. So I followed his lead most of the time, and this time to that swing club.

When he introduced me to the freedom of being naked in public was one thing; opening myself up to a higher form of freedom of having sex with who I want, within our relationship, was something else. It took time, a lot of time, first to believe it, then to be open to it, and finally to go for it. I haven't regretted it for a moment.  

Just as other people also make an effort to have all the details under control when practicing a passionate hobby, I experience with myself that I also do what is necessary to "hold my own" in this erotic world. Not that I did not take care of my health or appearance in the past, but now I have to admit that I find extra motivation to exercise more, knowing that I can benefit from it when having sex. I not only want to be a good lover for my boyfriend, but also an attractive woman, with stamina, to have sex with other men when the opportunity arises. Abs, buttocks and breast exercises and pelvic floor muscles are regularly used to keep confidence to be a good fuck partner.

And yet it remains something special and exciting. The evening I arrived at his house was very romantic. He had made efforts to please me with flowers, a tete-a-tete dinner, and a night of romantic lovemaking.  

The next evening was already that fateful Friday. We hadn't talked much about it yet. I had only asked how far it was to drive, what time we had to be there...

It wasn't far at all, about three-quarters of an hour, and Christian suggested going early, around the time the doors open, which was eight o'clock. We spent the afternoon relaxing at home when Christian started talking about it.

"So? Are you looking forward to it? To tonight?"

"Yes, definitely, curious to see that big club you were talking about a few years ago", I replied.

"Hmmm, I mean more about what can happen there", Christian wanted to know.

"We'll have to wait and see, I do feel some horniness coming up and I hope that there will be attractive men present", I indicated.

"If it's like what I experienced back then, there will be no shortage of it", Christian said with conviction.

"Exactly, you were there before with your girlfriend at the time... I don't remember you telling me much about it."

"Probably because nothing much happened that night".

"Oh, she didn't like it?"

"Yes, but she wasn't open to trying something with another man, and I never put pressure on her, so it became a fun night out in a special club for us then. Getting undressed and being in public in our underwear and lingerie was the highlight of the night!"

I believed Christian. What we do is not for everyone, and I was happy that he found a partner in me to share these special experiences.

It was getting time to get ready. I brought three dresses, short skirts, and blouses, and showed Christian the small collection.

He hesitated between a mini skirt with a blouse and a dress, but in the end it was quickly decided: it was the sexiest dress I had, black, very short, slightly transparent, and a deep-cut neckline. I had only worn the matching black lingerie in the fitting room of the store. It was very complete: a bra with a lot of lace, which had a push-up effect and just hid my nipples, panties with just as much transparent lace, covered just right by the hem of my short dress, suspenders, which with their wide, matching lace belt were more than just elastics to hold up my nylon stockings with black seams on the back. I got dressed while I saw how Christian was also doing his best to look posh.

He chose his dark blue suit and white shirt with dark buttons and cufflinks. The fancy bow he showed me was a bit "over the top", so we left it at home.

To apply my make-up, I quickly put my hair up, and Christian thought I could keep it that way. I exchanged the cheap elastic for a nice silver hairpin after I made a new bun, and saw that it looked perfect!

For Christian, being a man, it is always easy to dress up, but I am not complaining, glad that I am a woman to let myself shine. I searched between my high heels to see which one. I went for the highest, high and yet comfortable: my black Louboutin pumps, with the red soles, the only non-black color, matching my lipstick.

We looked together in the large mirror in the hallway and saw a strong couple, ready to seduce everyone.  Normally, I would never think of daring to go out in a dress where you could easily see the suspenders underneath. Now it was exciting to show the bystanders what I had in store.

"And honey? Are you fantasizing too?" I asked Christian as he opened the car door for me.

"You are my disruptor!" he explained.

"When I see you like this I only want to fuck you..."

"It's not easy to even think about the possibility of having sex with someone else. Not that I wouldn't want to, but all I'm hungry for is you,  and especially now, as crazy as it sounds, knowing that between now and a few hours you're going to be taking a cock that never fucked you before."

Somehow, I knew he wasn't out to shower me with compliments. I felt he meant it, and that reminded me of one of the many reasons I love this man.

"So, me, doing it with someone else? Still okay with you?" I had to know.

"I have no idea how to describe that tension, it's so surreal, but it's like an addiction that gives me as much pleasure as if I were fucking you myself. The more I know you're enjoying yourself and coming, whether it's because of me or someone else, the more I like it," he tried to explain.

He set his GPS and we left for the club. On the way, we briefly discussed if some rules or agreements were necessary.

"Do it safely", was all he said.

A little later, he added something else: "You are free to go and stand where you want, with whomever you want, but try to let me know who you are hanging out with, when the time comes, when you have made a choice..."

I understood him and wanted nothing else. In my mind, I was already fantasizing. The images of my first "introduction" to a swing club came to mind. If I were to believe Christian, this would surpass the previous experience. He meant the club, the interior, the size, the facilities, the people... I mainly hoped that the sex would surpass the previous experience. I hoped for more than oral sex this time.

"What kind of man would you like?" he asked me.

I didn't know what to answer. Honestly. So I thought deeply for a moment and then said: "David Beckham!"

I had told him before that this was my lifelong fantasy, so much so that I hung his poster in my room when I was pregnant with my son. I thought that with that poster, I could make sure that my son would become an attractive young man. Yes, I know, a bit crazy when you consider that both parents are Asian. But it was the only name that came to mind at that moment. And yes, I meant it! Super attractive man! But don't think he was going to walk around there!

I felt my stomach and lower abdomen react to what was waiting for me. Christian regularly looked in my direction from behind his steering wheel. My short dress provided a view of my nylons with a black belt, held in place by the suspenders. He didn't comment but I saw his look, which told how horny he found the view.

Hesitantly, he finally asked if I wanted to stick with one man or if I was thinking about a threesome.

"Apart from my unachievable, unrealistic fantasy of having a gangbang, I would like to have some good hot sex tonight, you know, get licked long until I come and sorry, nothing personal, but I would like to do it one more time with a bigger one than yours."

"Ahh, one like Johan, or Peter?" using his friends as a reference.

"Johan has a bigger one than Peter", I corrected him.

"But yes, like Johan, maybe a bit bigger", I teased him.

"Really? Make sure your pussy doesn't tear!"

"I chatted online with a few well-endowed men a while ago, unfortunately living on the other side of the ocean, and they gave me the confidence that my pussy will be able to handle it, provided we approach it carefully. And well, if it hurts too much, I'll stop, no problem."

"You've thought about it," Christian remarked.

"So tonight is about size, more than quantity?"

I looked at him and smiled, felt his crotch, and knew immediately that I had a good plan, according to how full his pants felt.

But it was true. I had been wondering for a long time how it would feel to do it with a well-endowed man. Would I come faster? Would I be able to give him a blowjob? Would I let him fuck me in my little ass? All crazy assumptions that I imagined several times during nights alone in bed, testing myself with a big dildo.

During chats on adult sites, I am regularly challenged, regularly asked how big the biggest one I had was, if I had already done it with a BBC etc. Maybe I should also mention this to Christian... let him know that I would like to test the reputation of those black men.

Christian was "partly responsible" for not only letting me blossom sexually but also showing me the way online to the so-called interesting adult sites and there I had learned more than the fact that my pussy should be able to handle heavily endowed men.

My "fans" and I also talked recently about the term "cuckolding" several times, and when I sometimes hear Christian,  how he experiences everything,  I wonder more and more whether he can't be linked to it somewhere. Of course, that term covers many layers and I wanted to test to what extent Christian was open to going along with it. Maybe I could excite him extra with this?

It was a daring idea to introduce him like this during the last half hour of the ride without any preparation.

"Maybe you'd like to play the role of a cuckold tonight?"

"What do you mean, honey?"

"If I hear how excited you get at the idea of me with someone else and are less concerned with yourself, maybe it would be exciting for you to go on this tour? Maybe one time, a test?"

"It would mean that for once, I'm the one making the rules."

"I'm listening!" Christian said as he turned down the music in the car.

"Of course, only if you agree, honey."

"You will not take any initiative tonight, you will be my guide, my bodyguard if necessary, you will not have sex with me, or with anyone else. You have to introduce one or more men to me, who you think are a good match to fuck me.

"Wow! Special! Do you find this exciting yourself?" Christian responded.

"Hmmm, I think so!"

"Well, okay, I am game, but only if you allow me to watch".

I hesitated for a moment and then popped the next question.

"Do you think black men are visiting there tonight?"

"I remember from last time it was a diverse kind of public, and since the club is situated not far from France, it is quite possible... why honny?... You want to do it with a BBC?"

"I want to find out if it is true what they say about them, that's all.." I replied in a shy way.

"That's all? Hmmm..." Christian repeated.

I noticed he had to process this unexpected question since we never talked about it before. And although we never talked about it we both unsurprisingly know the definition of BBC. I tried to help him and stimulated the idea by asking him to imagine me and a black guy. I was sure he must have seen pictures on adult sites of situations of "petite women" fucking with BBC's.

"Would it excite you?" I asked him.

"Ahh yes, I think so..."

"Well, I am ready to try, so if you see a handsome one, please introduce me, okay?"

Christian looked at me and saw I was not joking. He nodded and only mentioned that we had almost arrived.  

Upon arrival, we soon saw that we were not the only ones who had chosen to come early. The parking lot was already full of many cars, and people were queuing at the entrance.  

When Christian very attentively opened the passenger door for me and I got out of the car, I looked at him again, because I wanted to be sure about his role: a free pass, or a cuck?

"I will be your guide and bodyguard tonight, Diane", and that was all that was said.

My heart raced with the pulse of possibility, a blend of erotic nostalgia for what I experienced in the past years and a thrilling anticipation for what lay ahead. With each breath I took, I felt like I was dancing between images of the past, where I had sex with other men and the fantasy of unknown faces, guys I might be fucking in less than a few hours from now.

These images ignited sparks of curiosity about how Christian would follow my lead, which both exhilarated and unsettled me. I couldn't shake the tension in my chest, wondering how my boyfriend would react to the intimate attention I was probably about to receive from the other men attending, while he could only be a witness without power. I could feel the weight of my expectation pressing gently against me while I dared more and more to respond to eye contact with the several men around us.  

Everyone got registered; you didn't just go in. In addition to paying the entrance fee, you also had to apply for your private club card, valid for a year, if you hadn't done so yet. Now we were in the club's database (via Christian's ID) as a member of one of the largest swing clubs in Europe, as stated on their website.

Of course, I scanned the audience. And yes, the women all looked sexy and attractive. And yes, the men were clearly in the majority, I guess throughout the night, about one-third were women? Maybe down to one-fourth? It was quite impressive and intimidating. Several men made no secret of what they had come for. They unmistakably lurked at all the women and had a lustful look on their faces, already commenting in my direction in an unintelligible language, accompanied by obscene gestures. Maybe strange, but those types were a turn-off for me. Real gentlemen are so much more attractive!

I also saw Christian looking around and had the impression that he was looking more at the men than the women, as if he wanted to guess who would do it with me that evening. When it was our turn and we paid for a membership card, we were offered a tour.  

It was simply fantastic. From the two restaurants with buffet system, to the sauna, large jacuzzi, the disco, the large bar, everything included, with cozy corners, cinema with porn, cupboards to store your belongings and when the moment of truth arrived, a place to store your clothes. The sex rooms, large and small corners with huge mattresses, glory hole room, mirror room, etc, etc...

"Madam, are you joining us for our theme of the evening?" the guide asked me suddenly.

"Ugh..."

I had completely forgotten about that theme. Without panties, that is...

Of course, nothing was mandatory, but I didn't want to spoil the fun.

"Well, of course!" I answered humorously.

I put my hands under my too-short dress and pushed my panties down to my ankles, used Christian's shoulders with one hand for support and pulled them out from under my shoes, and gave them to Christian, who put them in his pocket.  So much for the short show of my pretty sexy panties!

It had been a while since I had been out and about in commando, especially under a super short dress or skirt, and I felt very comfortable in this setting where I didn't have to worry about whether or not something private was visible to others, on the contrary!

It earned us an extra discount on our next visit within a certain short period. Let's see after tonight how soon we want to come back!

So we started an exploration round, which led us, because we were a little hungry, to the restaurant. Christian served me something tasty and a glass of wine. He kept looking at me with lust and made a few striking remarks:

"I can't remember you ever dressing so sexy. With your oriental look, you're the fruit to be stolen here!"

"Isn't it the intention to look sexy here?" I shot back.

"Of course! I'm glad you tried so hard to dress appropriately".

I had a lot of evidence of more and more men filling the place. Remembering the main reason why we had come here, I decided not to wait for Christian's introductions or suggestions and started to check for my David Beckham! Although I had no idea about his performance in bed, let alone the shape of his cock.

We moved to the disco where we found a lot of people dancing. I swayed along merrily, teasing Christian.  The uplifting sounds with pumping beats made the sexy crowd go wild. I deliberately swung both my arms up, realizing that the hem of my dress provided revealing images by sliding up over my buttocks. Both the front and back revealed private parts, and I found it exciting, just like some men who started closing in to dance near me. Christian let himself be diverted into the background. Men moved seductively around me, and I happily let it happen.

I realized that many of these people around me would soon start to fuck each other, and that remained an incredible idea. The fact that I would also be one of them made it even more incomprehensible and exceptional. Who would have thought that I would be so open to that?

When an evergreen by Barry White suddenly sounded through the speakers, my hand was grabbed by a gifted dancer. He made me swing and make circles that I almost became dizzy. He was a lot bigger than I, which caused the bottom of my dress to be pulled up again. Modest attempts to pull my hem down failed so that spectators and other people present on the dance floor could witness that I was part of the "Slipless Theme" and respecting the proposed dress code.

The hour to get undressed according to the rules of the house had not yet arrived, and yet I saw more and more people getting undressed. Especially men, parading around in their underwear. Wide and tight boxer shorts, some simply in black, others with funny designs and colors, something for everyone. I feasted my eyes and had already noticed a few hot ones.  

During the tour, I noticed a place that I wanted to see again. On the one hand curious to see if there was already action going on there and on the other hand I wondered if this could be a good idea to start a so-called foreplay: the room with peepholes and... holes to stick dicks through. I invited Christian to use that place together. He was immediately in favor because I guessed he thought this might be his only chance at some form of sex. For the first time that evening, our paths split: he on one side and I on the other side of the wall with glory holes. It was not difficult to find Christian, I recognized his dick but mainly because he was the only one who came peeping through the wall at that same moment.  

I could not see if other people were looking through the holes, but I had already started working on his cock with my hands. Shortly after, genital parts without recognizable owners came peeping through other holes near me and caught the dim light of the room. I did not want to get on my knees, to avoid to damage my nylon stockings and sat crouched at the height of Christian's cock. A few other women joined and were also looking for treats and soon all the present ladies were the focus of attention for people who could peek through the holes, with or without their cocks through another hole, waiting for physical attention, or action.  

When I started sucking Christian, I felt so horny and saw no reason to wait to grab another cock by reaching out with my hand. I paid more attention to the cock in my hand than Christian's in my mouth. While I massaged that unknown guy's dick he got quickly harder and bigger. I knew Christian could see how I let go his cock after what must have been my shortest BJ on him, to switch to suck my first strangers cock of the evening.

After moving under this new toy, it was Christian that had to be satisfied by my hand holding his dick, not so much to play with, but to keep him there to watch how I sucked someone else. I took my time, and the guy didn't pull back. I assumed he wanted me to finish him off, which I did.   With my mouth and right hand I did my best to satisfy him and when I felt he was about to cum, quicker than I thought, I squeezed Christians cock so hard to let him feel what was happening between the other guy and me.

I had no other choice but to swallow because I didn't want to mess up my dress or my face. I sqeezed his dick, trying to slow down his load, to make it easier to keep everything in and drink it. After he shot his cum, he withdrew while I felt his warm juice going down my throat. I got up, used a few tissues from boxes that were placed all around the club, and went back to Christian, who was beaming.   

Christian told me that he felt honored that I still took the trouble to give him a short blowjob, perhaps a deviation from "textbook cuckolding", but I hadn't thought about that. He also told me that his "neighbor" told him he was a lucky guy and that I had to thank you.

"So you saw the guy I sucked?"

"Of course, yes, he was standing right beside me. And I told him you were my girlfriend! So proud of you!"

"Oh, okay, right, I see, but I think that's about it for you tonight, for the rest you'll have to do it with your eyes," I explained.

"Don't worry, I am happy with my role."

I kissed him with an open mouth and tongue to give him a little tease-taste of his neighbour's "result".

"Oh, you took some vitamins in!" he said.

Then he took me by the hand and pulled me to the bar to order a cocktail, to wash away the taste of what was left.

At that same bar, I saw surprising scenes: among other things, a woman who didn't need a glory hole wall to go down on a row of men to give them a blow job. When she came to Christian, I forbade her to touch him. Christian thought it was funny,  didn't complain, and stayed in his role.

In the meantime, several men started making advances. I listened and tried to communicate with a few of them, which wasn't easy because the majority spoke French, a language I like, but which I don't master, except for a few sentences. Certain men thought they were more likely to dive into bed (or should I say on a mattress) with me by having a chat with Christian. I wondered what they were all talking about, because Christian speaks fluent French.

Christian eventually became more and more of an interpreter between me and the horny men. They asked him very personal things, like what I liked, which positions, whether I liked being licked, whether I was good at sucking.... Some questions he answered himself, and others he left to me. Most men remained respectful; they were sometimes persistent like salesmen, but once I clearly said "no, thank you", they gave up and changed their attention to other women.

We were not approached by any couples that night, as if the other couples were also looking for candidates for threesomes or a bull for their wives. It only made Christian's role easier. He didn't have to make an effort to refuse women because he didn't get many proposals.

Suddenly, it was 11 pm. We went to the lockers to undress, Christian in his black boxer, black sleeveless shirt, and slippers, and me...

"Should I put my panties back on Christian?"

"No idea, what do you think?" he asked as he looked at me approvingly after I got out of my dress.

Still wondering why I asked him, I dropped my little thing into our locker and went on, respecting the dress code of the evening. Me, who loved to flaunt my pussy was like asking permission while, and certainly after a few drinks, I was more than confident enough to exhibit my sexy parts.

Still, the wide suspender belt gave some indirect discretion by covering a part of my bum but in front it was like a frivolous open frame accentuating my hungry pussy.  

"Okay, like this?" I asked Christian, who showed a thumbs-up.

By the time we were back downstairs, everyone had adapted to the prevailing dress code: lingerie and or semi-nude, nude.... The reason, motivation to organise this slipless event became clear to me now. Certainly, more than half of the women respected the code, which made the club radiate a hot and erotic vibe much faster. For those who still doubted: there was going to be real fucking here!  

I felt my bare bottom was getting a lot of attention. Christian openly received many compliments, not for himself but for me. I got more and more excited and began to crave action. I told Christian I needed to go to the ladies-room.

When I went out alone to use the ladies' toilets and touch up my make-up, I was accosted several times along the way. Meanwhile, the men were behaving differently than before. Was it because Christian wasn't around, or was it because my dress had disappeared? Who knows?

While talking seductively to me, they were now risking more physical contact. Hands on my ass, an arm around my waist to pull me against them for a while while they told hot things in my ear.... I looked at myself using the big mirror in the ladies' room and adjusted my garter belt by pulling a bit more up, making sure my pussy and ass got the best attention. I thought it was time to enjoy my exhibitionistic sens, and why wouldn't I?  

On the way back to Christian, the same scenario, and always in full respect. One time, a young lady started a conversation with me while Christian was out of sight. If I wanted to join her and her husband. Before I knew it, she introduced me to him. She was a pretty young blonde, respecting the same dresscode like me, having her pussy free... Her husband looked like a charming guy, about the age of Christian. It was an attractive proposal, but I was there with other plans.  

"Have you found someone for me yet?" I asked Christian when I got back.

"I think so!" was his surprising reply.

He grabbed me by the hand and went to the bar to introduce me to some young men. He had wasted no time. The three friends had North African roots. They had fit bodies and were decorated with tattoos on their arms, legs, and chest.

"I didn't find a Beckham, but I did find a few nice guys who, just like him, have made a canvas of their bodies", Christian joked.

In terms of stature, they were all a little bit smaller than Christian, but their well-filled shorts suggested that they were most likely more heavily endowed."I didn't see a black man," Christian whispered, almost in an apologetic way, in my ear."So you will have to do with coffee and a bit of milk," he suggested by referring to their dark, but not black, skin.  

Instead of starting a friendly chat and enjoying a fresh drink, Christian quickly got to the point.

"Honey, which of the three would you like to play with?" he asked bluntly.

He had made a damn good selection! They were attractive guys with broad smiles, looking for adventure.  Moreover, they spoke English quite well, which made the conversation better.  We looked each other up and down and threw compliments. They said my pussy looked thight, I said I liked their six-pack and that it seemed like they have interesting tools etc.  Christian waited for my answer while at the same time, he had to ask other "interested" men to leave us alone for a while.  

The boys had already gotten some clear signals to realize that I wasn't there for small talk. The fact that Christian had addressed them, the way I was already half undressed and the straight forward conversations that didn't avoid the subject of sex gave them good courage that they were going to be able to fuck me.

"Who is the best kisser?" I asked, while looking at their full lips.

All of them claimed they were!

"Who has the biggest?" I asked rashly.

They all raised their hands. We all laughed, and eventually I could do nothing but ask them to lay the evidence on the proverbial table.  

"You guys already checked my pussy so now its time to show what you got!"

They were not shy and all three dropped their pants in full view of all bystanders.

The already half-hard big cocks appeared and I was very pleasantly surprised! I did not see too much difference in size, and longed to feel and taste them. They were not black like their other brothers from the same continent, but I think they would beat Johan in size! I looked at Christian with a surprised, open mouth to let him see my joy.  All three were circumcised, a detail I like for a few reasons: first, nice to see the head at all times, so sexy! Then someone told me the head is les sensitive so they can "do it" longer before cumming and also: better hygiene, not unimportent when I suck a stranger.

"Let me compare with Christian!" I said while I asked him to lower his pants.  

Christian hesitated for a few seconds, but obeyed me. His cock had grown to his full lenght, excited by the situation, and straight up, hard as I know him at his best potential. We didn't need a ruler to see the big difference.  

"Not bad for a white guy!" one of the men said with a grin.

"I can't decide, what if the four of us have a party?"

Everyone answered enthusiastically and wholeheartedly positively to this rhetorical question. Christian had put his cock back in his shorts and had one hand before his eyes, as if he could not believe what I just said. It was time to put my money where my mouth was, but after this rather daring statement, I needed a drink! I asked Christian to look for a place where we could retreat, while the boys and I ordered a drink.  

As soon as Christian was gone, the men started to grope me. In my mind, I saw the images of my first swing club visit when I saw a young woman being taken by three men, while her husband watched everything and even seduced me into oral sex. It was the first time I heard anything about couples having sex with others and I was hypnotized for a long time by what I saw live. Most of all because she was enjoying so much what they did to her! I wondered for a long time whether I would want to experience this myself. I found my answer a while ago. Tonight was going to be such an evening where I could experience something similar myself. I let my hands, just like theirs, run free and left no doubt about my intentions.  In the meantime, a small circle of interested people formed around us, who realized that something might happen there. I suspect that not everyone gets the chance to have sex and is only too happy to witness the play of others.

Just before Christian returned I already felt the light teasing and fingering of my pussy by one of the boys. One of the advantages of a slipless night, I guess.  Since we weren't in a place where we had to discreetly retreat to a bedroom to undress and have sex, I didn't mind that they started slow actions without waiting for Christian.   

One guy tried to open my bra. Because I noticed a few topless ladies, I thought it was not a bad moment to join them and let him try. He was struggling, so I gave him a hand, another signal that I was willingly "available" to these three young gentlemen.  When Christian arrived, he didn't seem to be surprised to see the guys touching my tits and kissing my niples. I gave him my expensive bra.

"Would you like to take care of that tonight, hon?" I said, while six hands were doing their best to explore my naked body.

With a horny look he took it, and let me know that there were still a few rooms available upstairs. At that moment, we were having fun at the bar with a lot of touching and feeling, and Christian, completely ignored by the guys, disappeared again. Afterwards, it turned out that he did not want to walk around with my bra the whole evening and had therefore put it in our locker. As soon as my bra was off, the crowd around the four of us grew visibly. The three young Africans were not the only ones exploring with their hands. From all impossible angles, more hands appeared, each claiming a piece of my body. I had no choice but to make it clear that I was only available to these three.

My wet pussy got a lot of extra attention. The boys had put me on a high bar stool and spread my legs, which allowed every bystander to peep at me without me being able to do anything about it. It was a lame excuse to be able to enjoy the horny attention and looks of all those horny eyes.

"Your guy told us you love oral, right?"

While his two friends held me firmly on the chair by one leg each, I admitted that I liked being licked. Soon, the third one dove with his head between my legs to carefully let his tongue play along my wet lips. I was not the only one who found this very exciting. I saw several men grab their cocks to satisfy themselves while they witnessed how the licker, using tongue and fingers, slowly but surely brought me to a first climax. The two friends used that moment to convince me that they were good kissers. They each took turns French-kissing me. The sensual vibes went up and down my body while I realized I was very lucky with Christian's selection.

Unlike before, while having sex in public, this time I felt that the enthusiastic audience was not a distraction that would prevent me from coming; on the contrary. While he licked my clit, he let a few fingers slide in, searching for my G-spot. The two friends spoiled my breasts and nipples, which ensured that there was no way back. I felt myself breathing deeper, my heart beating faster! I held his head in place with my hands so that he knew he was doing well. A little later, it was time: my siren was set in motion and everyone knew that I was coming.

And then I had to push his head away: too sensitive down there!

I was recovering while I was still being caressed and kissed. I had a hand over my pussy, which was left alone for a moment.  This first erotic action and the way they treated me like real gentlemen gave me the confidence to continue with them. I had a good feeling about it and was looking forward to a fantastic fuck. Maybe it's a kind of innate naivety on my part, but so far I've only had nice experiences with my erotic escapades. No, not all men were equally fantastic, but I've never been treated badly.

Then I suggested going upstairs. They knew why, of course, and lifted me from the chair. They let me go first, and on my high heels, completely naked now, except for my nylons, belt, and shoes, I made my way through the crowd. Even without sex, letting them look at me like that could make me come, I thought to myself. I suspect that many men are now extremely jealous of my three Africans. I crossed glances with a few men who had previously made indecent proposals to me. And then up that big staircase -

I can hear them all thinking: "she's wants to get fucked up there!"

Some of the audience also went up the stairs, mostly men, but also women, and followed us. They were curious to see how I was going to get laid. They were lucky because there were no private rooms available anymore, and I didn't want to wait. Only in the large open space, we had a few unused mattresses with fresh, spotless sheets. Christian was one of the followers,  and that made me feel a lot safer, even though I might have preferred him to be absent during sex. But hey, it fits into the "cuck picture".

There were already a few couples going at it while I watched my three men drop their underwear. They were ready with a great erection that left nothing to the imagination. I got on my knees and asked them to come close to me so that I could grab their cocks. There was no strong lighting up there, but I could see more than enough. The thick veins on their dark colored sex gave a strong impression and my small hands and fingers could barely enclose their cocks. I massaged them and got a much better impression of their full length.  My imagination probably deceived reality, but at that moment, I even thought they were twice as big as Christian! I enjoyed their completely shaven tools and started giving each of them a blowjob in turns.

I didn't want them to cum and thought it was time to start the real fucking. I turned around, got on my hands and knees, facing the voyeurs, and presented myself seductively to be taken doggy style. I hoped they would quickly agree in terms of who goes first and such. To me, they were all equal. I wanted all three and told them so:

"Don't worry, you're all coming to get your kicks. It's your lucky day, and you can fill all my holes! Just start easy on me, okay?"

I was shocked by my own boasting and dirty language. But it did get things going! The first placed his hands on either side of my hips as he let his cock find its way to my pussy. The difference from yesterday with Christian was immediately unmistakable. His cockhead pushed my wet lips open and slowly but surely he penetrated me from behind. His size filling my pussy so full could not have given him any other idea than that I actually have a thight pussy! Every time he went out and in again, he went a little deeper.  

My eyes found Christian, a few feet away from me. He watched the man use his cock more and more vigorously to give me complete pleasure. The pleasure of a young man who knew how to use his big cock, who was giving his girlfriend the first of probably many fucks in front of his eyes. It was one of his mates who asked me if everything was going well.  

"Yeah, yeah, nice and slow, like this..." I confirmed.

"Yeah, nice and slow, coz we wanna use you until closing time," the other said.  

The man took his time to let me get used to his size while the others in front of me kept their cocks hard by constantly playing with them. Without being able to see anything I suspected that he didn't even have his whole cock in me while I felt that I was going to come again. He also felt that moment and went a little faster, so that he also reached his climax almost at the same time. When he was out of me, I rolled onto my back.

As the man snuggled up against my back, I understood that I would not be granted much rest. On the other hand I also felt reassured that they were not going to go anywhere, because in the meantime I had also seen that the number of women available to fuck was rather limited. I suspected that many women were there, in the same position as I was, during my first visit... curious above all, and perhaps not yet convinced, or just lacking a little bit of the courage to go for it. Just like during sex with Christian, I quickly long for the next round, only now with the advantage that I don't have to worry about getting him hard again because the next two are already ready.

While the first one was still holding me from behind, I invitingly held my top leg up. The second one then quickly came to lie sideways in front of me and pulled me against him. A second thick cock disappeared into my already lubricated little cave and started to fuck me well with half its length. His friend, who was lying behind me, helped us by holding my leg up. At that moment, my head was lying somewhat uncomfortably on the edge of the mattress. The best thing was not to tense my neck to watch, just relax and enjoy the fucking. It gave number three an idea because he used the position of my backwards hanging head, to fill my open mouth with his cock.

My jaws were opened at their widest to receive his big, warm piece of meat, so that I was nicely spit-roasted sideways. Number one had moved a little, let my top leg dangle on his shoulder and while his mates were fucking me he started to massage my asshole. The idea that he would soon take me anally from behind was so exciting to me that the combination of physical sex and horny thoughts made me come again. From then on, the men decided everything. My body was held in the positions that served them best. They felt that I went along with everything, and decided for themselves who fucked me, who I had to blow.  My asshole had already been visited a few times by a few fingers and although they were the boss I still gave clear instructions about what I wanted and didn't want. At such moments, it gets so wild and passionate that I know I might not always get my way. Once said, I don't think about it anymore, and let myself be grabbed willingly.  

The freedom I give to the men to use me is, at the same time, the freedom I give to myself to unleash my feminine power.  

When I saw one man laying down on his back and the others guide me to lower myself onto his cock I knew it was time. My cunt took his cock in smoothly and I lowered myself to almost his full length and then let my knees take place on the mattress along his side. I was then pulled forward so that my ass went up in the air. My asshole, oiled with abundant saliva and other lube, now became the focus. A finger patiently massaged my ring until a gaping hole invited for more.

"Careful!" I shouted.

I don't have a lot of experience with anal sex now but in the meantime I know that with a careful approach I can handle it and any pain quickly makes way for a kind of feeling of sensation.

At that moment, when one guy is pushing his head against my star, and succeeding in penetrating my arse, with Christian watching me, I can't help but think of him specifically. He has never fucked me in the ass and now he sees how the Africans fuck me DP in this way. Classically I expect the third to shove his dick in my mouth again and that's what happened. Sometimes, wishful thinking works!

The bottom man remained quite motionless at first while the other was testing how deep and fast he could fuck my ass. The feeling of the two sexes in my body, like even touching each other, gave me a kind of sexual victory rush while I searched for how I could best keep myself between those two men, the bottom one now also starting to give thrusts. Nr Three went with the flow and fucked my mouth as deep as I let him, and when he was out of my mouth I grabbed his massive cock by the hand to keep in touch with all three.  

We came several times, and I wondered how the men could do that without going flaccid, even for a short moment. My guess was they got help from a blue pill, but I didn't care. My position was more or less the same while they were taking turns to share my holes.  In between, some hot challenges arose. During sex, some opportunistic men had come closer. I first thought to be able to see better and closer, but some started to grope me. When my breasts were free, for example.

The Africans were not selfish in that respect and let it happen. I also found it exciting at first, but soon there were too many who wanted to take a piece of the pie. A short interruption and an intervention by interpreter Christian were necessary to make it clear that this was not possible. They eventually kept quiet, probably because they preferred to continue feasting with their eyes on live amateur porn, rather than run the risk that I would call a halt to it.

The three men made the most of the situation. In addition to the three cocks that were spoiling me, I saw a series of men on all sides with their exposed stiff toys in their hands. What would it be like, I thought with greedy and insatiable thoughts, to let them all have their way with me? With waves of images that balanced between fantasy and reality, I thought that I probably wouldn't survive that.

Meanwhile, the reality was that I was being fucked hard, regularly driven to successive climaxes and I couldn't get enough of it. Our position had fallen apart in the meantime, so that more individual turns were going on. The men also needed a few minutes of recuperation at times, which we spent together kissing, caressing and licking. At those moments, voyeurs wandered away in search of other exciting scenes.

I enjoyed an endless 69, with alternating cocks in my mouth and different tongues around and in my cunt. On the one hand, a moment of rest, and on the other hand, unceasing erotic stimulation. Until one of them got going again and simply grabbed me in a missionary style. The others couldn't help but come to their friend's aid, holding my legs or even my entire torso so the other could do his thing standing up. I had no idea of time, and at a certain point, I decided I had had enough.

I wanted to cool down and especially take a nice shower. The boys said goodbye and gave me a big kiss.  

After I took a shower, Christian and I went to relax in the big hot tub, sitting naked between other naked people, an image and experience we are familiar with from when we go to one of those big public saunas.

The difference now was that everybody present in the tub had a different agenda, an agenda unlike in the sauna, with sex on top of the list. We were both silent, but by smiling at each other and some kissing, he showed me he was alright.  

One guy sitting there suddenly started talking to me, saying thank you in French:

"Merci madam, c'etais fantastique!"

Not difficult to understand, and I thought he complimented me for what he saw of me with the three guys. But I was wrong, and it was Christian who clarified:

"You gave him a blowjob baby, remember? The holes?"

Ahh, Christian recognized the guy, and then I understood.  

The man tried to start a conversation with us, and it was Christian who started translating again. He hadn't seen anything, because he asked about our experiences of the evening and whether we had found "play partners". The club was so big that it was not impossible that he hadn't noticed the scenes I was involved in.

Christian let me choose the answers. I remained neutral and bounced the question back. He said that my BJ was the only experience that evening and that he was very happy with it.

"I'm happy for you that I could help," I let Christian translate.

The man suddenly stood up, so that I could now see the rest of his naked body, in addition to his face.

"Can I seduce you into something more?" the man ventured in my direction.

The offer was tempting. Although after the three previous guys, I had no longer thought about having sex with anyone else, I felt the urge and hornyness coming up again. The man was about my age I guessed, normal build and I knew his cock by now.

I looked at Christian, who kept himself aloof and spoke only when it was necessary to translate.

I stood up in my turn so that everyone could see me well and took a step forward, closer to the man who saw not only his cock but also his chances growing.

Lust came up again, reason sank to a new low and I grabbed the man by his cock while I turned to Christian. In the cuck scenario, I didn't have to ask his permission.

I saw an opportunity to have sex again, but now without him as a spectator.

"Will you wait for me at the bar? I feel like having one last quickie".

I didn't wait for his answer and took the man by the hand to get out of the bath. Before heading upstairs, he helped me dry off and put on my shoes, under the approving eye of Christian.

"Oh, please do tell him that I've already fucked quite a bit tonight and that I want to please him with a short session?"

Furthermore, I counted on Christian to keep the leftovers of my stuff.

I had the impression that the people were already decreasing, and it was also easier to find a space where we could retreat. It was a separate room, but with the unmistakable holes in the wall to give voyeurs every opportunity to enjoy with their eyes.

The man lay me down and indicated to start with a nice oral session, perhaps to give me back what I had already given him. His thick tongue did its best on my pussy that had already been used heavily that evening. I could tolerate it well; the break and the bubbling bath had done me good. However, I didn't want to drag it out too long and checked his cock with my hand and when I felt the hardness I wanted it in my pussy from behind as quickly as possible.

The man didn't hesitate for a moment, when he saw me getting on all fours and I took advantage of Christian's absence to let myself be taken without inhibitions.

I made wild noises and used the filthiest language to let my lust run free. That attracted the attention of a few opportunists who wanted to join in, but this time I held them off.

I changed positions once more by riding the man, cowgirl.

"Make me come! Let me come!" I ordered him.

With the help of my fingers on my clit and his hard cock in my worn-out cunt, I was suddenly on my way to climax again. While my breasts bounced freely up and down right in front of his face, he squeezed my ass with his hands.

He managed to grab one of my hard nipples with his mouth and sucked her vigorously with his lips. When I came with a long howl, he also started to roar to indicate that his moment had come.

Finally, I dropped down onto his chest and with his cock still inside me, I slowly caught my breath. He let me rest as he ran his hands over my ass and back, whispering sweet unintelligible French words in my ear.

If it were up to me, I would have just left the club naked and got into the car like that. But of course, that was wishful thinking. I needed Christian to get to my clothes and so, after a second nice warm shower, where I took advantage of my last fuck buddy to soap myself up, I went looking for him.

The sweet man had put his boxers back on in the meantime and paraded with me as his naked trophy through the club on our way to the bar to find Christian there.

"So? How was it, Diane?" he asked me as if I had just come back from a night at the movies.

"Diane est fantastique!" the man replied in my place.

"Oui, je sais!" Christian replied like a proud slob.

"Can I have a glass of water? And after that, guess it's about time to go home?" I suggested.

Afterwards, when I was dressed again, we saw the Africans briefly at the bar, but we didn't get into a conversation. It couldn't have been purer: sex and everything else had no importance.

Christian was the first to react on the way back in the car. He had enjoyed the evening and knew that this was true for me, too. That cuck formula has its advantages, he thought.

When I asked about it, he said that in these circumstances he did not have to doubt whether I like to fuck others myself, whereas in the past he sometimes doubted whether he was not "pushing" me too much, or like it was more his idea than mine...

Clear! I understood his position and vision, and I can fully agree with it. As long as respect for each other and our relationship continues, I will happily fuck other men ;-).

And what's in a name? Cuckold, hotwife, stag/vixen, queen of spades.... That evening was hot fun like this, where he was involved in a different way than in previous adventurer, and maybe in a future event it will be different again...