Couples Weekend Getaway

I have been with my boyfriend Chris for almost a year now. Our relationship developed pretty fast, and we moved in together after only a few months. Some may think it was a bit too soon, but it has been amazing for our relationship, as well as our sex life. We have enjoyed exploring each other's likes and kinks. And also each other's tastes in erotic entertainment. We have surprised each other a couple of times, but that has only helped us grow as a couple.

One of my biggest surprises was Chris' taste in porn. His favorite genres are group sex and gang bangs. He even admitted to fantasizing about me in some of those scenes. I'm no frigid prude, you should see some of the smut I like to read sometimes. But I have never really fantasized about hardcore group sex or gang bangs. Nor do I think this is something I would do in real life. However, we have had a lot of fun playing into some of his fantasies while having sex. Putting on gang bang porn while having sex, or using sex toys as stand ins for other men. And I do love how excited he gets over it, and I am starting to enjoy the fantasies a bit myself. Not to the same degree though.

One thing we have dreamt of for a while, is to take a real couples vacation together. To go away and just enjoy each other's company for a while. It didn't have to be a long trip, a weekend would be perfect. But as a couple in our early twenties, just starting out, it's not easy. We don't really struggle financially, but a vacation is still a lot of money. And we also try to set aside something for the future. But slowly and surely, we managed to save up a little.

We started looking at possible destinations. We had a list of criteria, we could only afford a weekend, maybe four days. It couldn't be too far. Or somewhere too expensive. We didn't want to blow the whole budget on travel and lodging alone. But we also wanted to stay someplace nice. In the current economy, it took us a while to find the right place.

But we found a destination eventually. A city that's known for both culture and historic beauty. And also a thriving nightlife. Which was famous for having several fetish and sex clubs. Chris was very curious about these but I was a bit more apprehensive. I did promise to keep an open mind and think about it though. The city was only about an hour flight, and we found a hotel that was running a campaign for new customers. So we were able to book a much nicer hotel than we had planned.

We had taken Friday off, and got an early flight. So we could have the whole weekend together, and could spend as much time as possible in the city. We arrived at the hotel at about noon. Upon hearing it was our first vacation together, the lady at the front desk gave us a free upgrade to a nicer room. For which we thanked her profusely, and gave her a big tip. The room wasn't quite ready yet, since we arrived early, check-in was at 3 pm. But we were able to store our luggage at the hotel. And then went out to get lunch and look around.

We had lunch at a small Italian restaurant that had a view of the city park. The weather was warm enough for us to sit on the outside patio. I had some of the best pasta I have ever tasted. After lunch we went for a walk through the park. Talking about what we wanted to do for the weekend and how nice it was to get away together like this. Before going back to the hotel, we got coffee and a local pastry from a small cafe in the park.

When we got back to the hotel our room was ready and we went up to check it out. The room was on the third floor and was beautiful. It had a nice big bed, a small seating area with a table and a couch, and big windows overlooking the street. And it also had a big beautiful bathroom with a shower big enough for two.

We took a couple of hours to relax in our room. And also to make some plans for Saturday. There was a lot to do in the city. Museums and galleries, the old medieval part of the city with an old castle, and a zoo. And of course I wanted to take some time shopping too. Luckily, we had two whole days to spend. Our plane didn't leave until eight p. m. Still, we planned to take it easy on Sunday, we planned going out clubbing Saturday night.

Then it was time to get ready for dinner. The front desk agent had helped us reserve a table at a restaurant she recommended. She had said it was perfect for a romantic dinner. We both needed a shower before getting dressed for dinner, so we figured it was a perfect opportunity to take advantage of the big shower.

We undressed and got in the shower together. We had a very enjoyable time soaping each other up, and washing each other. Chris made extra sure my boobs were nice and clean. Even kissed them, and sucked on my nipples to make sure he had done a good job. When we were both nice and clean. I knelt down before him and sucked his dick. Always the gentleman, he turned the shower head so it didn't spray straight down in my face. I kept it up until he came and I happily swallowed down his load. I have always liked giving blowjobs. And I enjoy the taste and texture of cum, I might be a borderline cum slut.

After he came, Chris guided me to sit down on a small ledge in the shower. It was a bit narrow, so it was kind of awkward. But I used my hands to support myself, so it was manageable. It was Chris' time to get on his knees. He greedily dove in and started eating my pussy. After dating for almost a year, he knew exactly what I like. He had me squirming with pleasure after a couple of moments, and in a few minutes, he made me cum. He kept eating me through the orgasm, making it so much stronger. He didn't stop until I came down off my orgasmic high. He always does this, and it's one of the things that makes him such an amazing lover.

Once I calmed down, I stood up and kissed him. Tasting myself on his lips. Chris was hard again now. So I turned around, placed my hands on the wall, and stuck my ass out towards him. That was all the encouragement he needed. He stepped up behind me, and I felt his dick against my pussy. He teased and rubbed it against me for a moment before he pushed it inside me. First with a slow gentle push all the way in. Then back out again. With each push he went a little faster, and a little harder. Soon I started hearing the sexy little grunts he makes when he really gets into it. And I couldn't help but moan in unison.

With one hand supporting myself against the wall, I reached down and started rubbing myself with the other hand while He fucked me. Our grunts and moans melting together like erotic music. And soon we were both overcome with almost simultaneous orgasms. Calming down from our orgasms we kissed and cuddled for a bit in the shower, before getting out.

All in all we spent almost an hour in the shower. The shower in our apartment is way too small. So this was the first time we had the opportunity to shower together. We agreed we had to take full advantage of that while we had it.

After drying off, stopping occasionally to kiss. We got dressed for dinner. Chris wore a dark blue, almost black suit with a lilac shirt, god he looked gorgeous. And I wore a blue strapless ankle length dress. I have worn this on several of our dates, because I know he loves it.

The restaurant was on the more expensive side. But how often would we get the chance to do something like that? It was beautiful and romantic, but not overdone. Some restaurants try to cram hearts and romantic symbols into every surface. But this was calm and understated. And the food was delicious, and the portion size was perfect. And Chris was the perfect company, I felt like I was falling in love all over again. We shared a bottle of wine with the food, which was empty by the time we left the restaurant. We didn't get drunk, but we had a pleasant buzz going on.

We rounded out the evening with a horse and buggy ride around the city park. Not unlike what they have in Central Park in New York City. We had wandered through the park earlier, but it was just as beautiful in the evening. It was a bit chilly with just my dress on, but the buggy had a blanket we cuddled up close under. It didn't take us long before our hands started to wander. Chris especially had his hands all over me. I half wished I had picked a shorter dress, to give his hands better access. I started caressing and rubbing his crotch. I could feel him getting hard through the fabric of his pants. I recognized the look in his eyes, he was getting feral. I love it when he gets that way, and couldn't help teasing him some more.

We were let off close to the hotel and we went straight up to our room. As soon as I got out of my dress, Chris pushed me down on the bed and practically ripped my panties off me. Then he dove in between my legs and started licking and fingering me. No matter how horny and wild he gets. He almost always starts by eating me. He loves eating pussy at least as much as I love sucking cock. He continued to eat me until he made me cum twice.

Without giving me time to calm down, he climbed on top of me and started fucking me. First in missionary position. But then he grabbed my legs and hoisted them onto his shoulders in the mating press position so he could fuck me harder and deeper. Soon we were grunting and moaning together.

After a short while he pulled out. He pulled me up on all fours and got behind me, and started fucking me doggy style. Harder and faster than before. The world dissolved into nothing but our grunts and moans, the sounds of his body slapping into my ass, and the feeling of his cock ramming deep inside me. Then he grabbed my hair and used it as a handhold to pull me hard onto his cock. With one final hard thrust, he came deep inside my waiting womb.

We fucked a couple of more times before finally falling asleep cuddled up together. But other rounds were a bit less intense, but still very satisfying.

We started the Saturday by showering together again. Nothing wild this time, just a bit of oral. But we did manage to get each other off. And then headed down for breakfast after drying off and getting dressed.

After breakfast we took a taxi to the old part of town. We did a self guided tour of the medieval town. The city had an app that guided us through the town and pointed out all the interesting spots. The old narrow streets and old buildings were beautiful. We ended the tour with a visit to the city's museum. After the museum we went to the national gallery. A huge art gallery filled with both modern and classic art. Both the museum and gallery were great. They were interesting in themselves, but also had a calm quiet atmosphere that let us enjoy just being together.

We had lunch on a boat tour on the river that ran through the city. It was kind of pricey, but really worth it. The food was delicious. And we got to see the city from the river side, while listening to the guide pointing out the different landmarks along the river.

Then after lunch, it was time to do some shopping. I'm not the kind of girl whose idea of a perfect Saturday revolves around shopping and fashion. But I do love the occasional shopping trip. And Chris never complains when he tags along. Partly because we also visit the kind of stores he likes. Gaming, gadgets and other techie kinds of stores. He is a true nerd at heart, I don't mean that in any negative way. I love that he has his passions.

One of the things we were shopping for was an outfit for me to wear when we went clubbing later on. I had deliberately not brought any, wanting to get something new. Chris mentioned I should get something that would be suitable to wear if we were to visit any of the sex clubs. As I mentioned before, he was very curious and excited about the idea. And I had to admit, he was starting to sell me the idea too. With Chris' help, I picked out a short, dark purple minidress. It was long enough not to be indecent at a normal nightclub, but just barely.

We also went to a lingerie store. This was the store we spent the most time in. Lingerie is a big kink for us both. I love how sexy wearing lingerie makes me feel, and love to look good and show off to Chris. And he loves seeing me (and other women) in lingerie. I don't mind him looking at other women, I'm bi and like to look too. Besides, there's nothing wrong with fantasizing and getting aroused.

I got a few different pieces, which Chris helped me pick out. Among them was the outfit I planned to wear when we went out. Regardless of where we went. It was a partially see-through mesh bustier, black lace Brazilian cut panties, and black stockings with lace trim. I also got a pair of black heels. High enough to be sexy, but not so high it would be painful to spend a night walking in.

We dropped off our shopping at our room before dinner. We had a relatively simple dinner at the hotel restaurant, since the day had been pretty expensive already. It was still a very nice dinner. After dinner we went back to the room to finalize our plans for the night. Not that we needed very detailed plans, but some ideas would be nice.

And Chris is a consummate researcher. He is the kind of guy who always looks into things he is interested in. Which is great, I can always count on him knowing everything we need to know before deciding anything. And he still knows how to be spontaneous when he wants to be. So I wasn't surprised to find out he had done his homework about the sex club idea. He had looked into the different clubs in the city. Looked at reviews and the clubs' websites. And he had found one that didn't seem to be too intense. I love how excited he gets when he gets an idea in his head that he really likes. So I let myself get persuaded. I agreed to go to the club to check it out. But I was clear about not promising that we would do anything.

It was time to get ready. We both had a shower, but for some reason we didn't shower together this time. I still got myself off though, with the help of the shower head. After drying off. I put on the lingerie set I had gotten for the evening. I stood admiring myself in the mirror for a bit, and I looked amazing. Wearing lingerie has always been a huge confidence boost for me. Then I put on the dress. I stood on my toes before the mirror, to simulate wearing heels. I was ready, I looked hot. And so did Chris. He wore a purple shirt that matched my dress, and a pair of black suit pants. A simple outfit but very elegant and handsome. He suddenly looked a few years older. If I hadn't known him, I would have guessed he was late twenties rather than 24.

It was still relatively early for a night out clubbing when we left. We figured it was a good idea to check it out before it became too busy. We took a taxi to where the club was. I was starting to get nervous and butterflies started fluttering around in my stomach as the reality of where we were going hit me. From the outside, the club looked like any kind of normal nightclub. Maybe a tad less flashy. I don't really know why, I didn't have to do anything I wasn't comfortable with, but I was really nervous. I grabbed Chris' hand for support as we went in.

The reception area was small, but cosy. More like a reception at a small hotel than a nightclub. We paid the entrance fee, and the receptionist asked if we needed to use the locker rooms. Keys to the lockers required a deposit. We said we didn't, since we didn't need to change. We were then directed to the entrance to the club proper. A bouncer stood at the door. He greeted us and opened the door for us as we approached.

The club looked nothing like what I had expected. Not that I had known what to expect. It looked like a standard nightclub, but less dark, and without the heavy thumping music. There was still music, but it was low enough that having a conversation was possible. The room we came into was a big room. It had a large dance floor like area, a large bar against the wall on our right. And along the other walls were sofas and seating groups. There were a couple of doorways leading into other parts of the club. I guessed that was where the real fun was happening.

I was surprised how calm the atmosphere was. There were only a few guests, but somehow I got the impression it wouldn't be too wild when it got busy either. The only real indication this wasn't a regular nightclub was the women's outfits. They were more revealing and sexier (sluttier?) than you would normally expect in a nightclub. And some were just wearing lingerie without any dress or anything covering it. Even in my sexy little dress, I felt a bit out of place. The other women looked so sexy and confident. And everyone looked to be older than us. I guessed the youngest in the room, apart from us, was about 30. Chris, on the other hand, looked right at home.

We walked up to the bar and sat down. A bartender came up to us and we got a couple of drinks. A glass of wine for me, and a beer for Chris. We sat in silence looking around a bit. People came and went through the doorways, but it seemed to be a calm night. At least for now. I looked around at the decor, and noticed it was a lot more erotic than in a normal nightclub. Not outright pornographic, but clearly erotically themed. images of tasteful nudes, drawings inspired by the kamasutra, that kind of stuff. My butterflies had calmed down a bit and I was starting to enjoy myself.

After a little while, a woman walked up to us. She was wearing a stunning long black evening dress. She introduced herself as Helena, she was one of the hostesses at the club. She asked us if it was our first time visiting the club, as if it wasn't glaringly obvious. We told her it was our first time visiting any kind of sex club. She smiled and welcomed us warmly, and offered us each a glass of champagne on the house as a welcome.

Helena proceeded to explain the rules and expectations of the club. She told us to relax and not feel pressured into doing anything. Nothing sexual was ever expected from the guests, the only expectation was mutual respect and politeness. No sex was allowed in the club room, where the bar was. Kissing and petting was allowed, but no fucking, oral, hand jobs, fingering or stuff like that.

But of course, sex was allowed in the other rooms in the club. Protection was up to the participants. But you had to clean up any mess you made. Wipes and disinfectant were available everywhere. And consent was always key. She warned us our age would probably earn us some attention, but everyone should still respect any boundaries we had. She encouraged us to look around, and not be afraid to watch. Watching wasn't just allowed, but expected, and even encouraged.

After finishing our drinks, Helena gave us a tour of the club. She led us back towards the entrance. On the same wall she pointed out the doors to the locker rooms. She led us through a door on the right wall, close to the end. This area looked like a public bath house, there were benches and towel racks. Through a doorway on our left, was a room with a big hot tub, which could probably seat eight to ten people comfortably. And through the far wall was a big shower area. It had both open showers and shower-stalls.

Helena led us back out to the bar area and through another doorway on the opposite wall from the bar. This was another big open room. But in the middle of the room, protruding from one end was a stage, with six stripper-poles. Along the walls were rows of diner-like booths. But without the tables. There was a small shelf behind each booth. This was the only room, other than the bar where we were allowed to bring drinks.

We went back out to the bar, and through a doorway opposite from the entrance. Here was a series of smaller rooms. Helena called them play rooms. where couples and small groups could play in private. Or if they wished, open a curtain to let viewers watch. Each play room had a window with a curtain. There were six play rooms in total. Three on each side of a hallway.

At the end of the hallway, we went down a winding stair. We came down to another hallway. On the right was another big room. Not quite as large as the "strip-club" room though. The floor was almost completely covered with mattresses. It was specially designed for group activities. On the other side of the hallway, were two smaller group rooms. One was for women only, and one was for men only.

At the end of the hallway was a large ominous looking wooden door. This led into the dungeon. A large room specially designed for BDSM play. The room was filled with shackles on the walls, and in the ceiling. All kinds of evil looking furniture, Cages, beds with shackles. And paraphernalia I couldn't identify.

After the tour, Helena led us back up to the bar. Wished us a pleasant visit and left us to enjoy the rest of the night on our own. During the tour I realized that there was a lot more to the sex club scene than I had pictured. And seeing all the different rooms had been an arousing experience. I still didn't imagine doing much at the club though. We got another drink, and talked about what we had seen of the club. Chris joked about taking me to one of the play rooms, and taking me up against the window with the curtains open. It was a joke, but the thought was a bit arousing.

The club was getting a bit more busy by now. A few more people milled about the bar area, and we saw some people going into the other parts of the club. We emptied out drinks and after ordering another round. Chris suggested we take them in the "strip-club" room and find a booth there. And so we did, and discovered it was a lot more going on than during Helena's tour.

A few of the booths were occupied. A couple sat in one booth, and what looked like two couples in another. In one booth a guy was receiving a blowjob from a woman. And a woman was dancing with one of the poles. Nothing spectacular, other than the fact she was gorgeous, but she seemed to know a bit about pole dancing. Not that I am any authority in judging pole dancing. I felt like I was trespassing. I know it's dumb, but I felt out of place. Compared to the gorgeous confident women in the club. Chris, on the other hand, seemed to be more at home.

We found an empty booth in one of the corners and sat down. We looked around at the room and the people. There was no open sex going on right now, but people were clearly getting in the mood, making out, heavy petting and stuff like that. The woman on the pole was topless now.

Chris and I both loved the vibe of the place. I could feel myself moistening and getting excited. Chris was getting excited too, and started feeling me up. We began kissing and making out. Stopping now and then just to look around. More people were filling the room now, and more was happening. In another booth across the room, a woman was kneeling in front of a man, her head bobbing up and down. From somewhere else we heard moaning. Several of the women were wearing nothing but skimpy lingerie, a couple were topless. And one was completely naked. I had never seen anything like that. I felt Chris' hand snaking it's way up under my dress, and started rubbing me through my panties.

I lost myself to Chris' touching and kissing for a bit. Letting him rub my pussy through my panties, caressing and fondling me with his other hand. And kissing every bit of exposed skin. I leaned back against the seat and just enjoyed it. I was starting to get horny, past the stage of a gentle feeling of arousal. He stopped kissing me for a little while and told me to look around. The people around us were doing their own thing, but a few were also watching us. The butterflies returned with a vengeance when I saw them looking at me, but at the same time it was a massive turn on. Chris leaned in, kissed my neck, and softly suggested I should take off my dress.

Despite my nervousness, after thinking about it for a moment, I agreed. I stood up, I was so nervous my legs were almost shaking. But with Chris' help, I took off my dress. Leaving me in just my lingerie. My lingerie was a bit more modest than what many of the other women wore. But I still felt very exposed. I felt a strange, but pleasant mix of shame and lust flow through my body. I sat back down and let Chris resume his caressing and rubbing. And kissing. Now with renewed passion brought on by easier access to my body. I was acutely aware how exposed our intimacy was. I have never been particularly shy, but neither considered myself an exhibitionist either. But I was beginning to enjoy the attention.

After a while, Chris said he needed me. He asked me if I would sit on his lap and ride him. For a brief moment I thought about suggesting we go to one of the play rooms. But I realised I was just as horny as he was. So I said yes. He opened his pants and pulled out his cock, already rock hard. I noticed he was going commando, naughty boy. I got up, pulled my panties to the side, and sat down on him.

As I lowered myself down on him, I felt his cock slide inside me. If I felt exposed before, it was nothing compared to this. But he felt so good inside me. At first I just focused on him, trying to forget I was in a room full of people who could see us. Then I started looking around. And I saw people looking at us. Some of them do their own thing while looking. All of them were smiling. I could feel myself turning red. But dammit if I didn't love it too. Chris reached around and started rubbing me while I rode him. A few minutes later we came almost at the same time. Just as he was filling my womb I came too. I couldn't prevent moaning loudly and I was sure the whole place heard me. In reality few, if any, heard anything over the other noises in the room.

We sat back down beside each other at the booth. After a bit a couple came over and asked if they could sit down. They introduced themselves, Mark and Isabella. They were a bit older than us, around thirty maybe. They told us they had enjoyed our show and thought to introduce themselves. I turned red again. They noticed and laughed a little. But they turned out to be great people. They had been going to sex and swinger clubs for a couple of years. They asked if we were considering joining with others. We told them we weren't quite there yet, as this was our first time doing something like that.

Then Isabella asked me if I was down to suck Chris off while she did Mark. I said I was. Isabella proved to be a lot braver than me though. I was still in my lingerie. But Isabella stood and let her dress drop to the floor, revealing she was completely naked underneath. We both got on our knees on the floor and started blowing our boyfriends. Mark lasted a bit longer than Chris, which I kinda loved. I got to watch Isabella suck him for a little while. I was almost rethinking the "not quite ready to swap" response, but just almost. When she was done she sat back up. Still naked and completely unbothered that me and Chris both stared at her.

We talked for a bit more and exchanged contact info. Then they got up to find someone up to some real fun (not their words). Chris and I decided we needed another drink, and got up to go to the bar. I reached for my dress, but Chris thought I should stay in my underwear. So I let him carry the dress. We went back to the bar and had another drink, we didn't say much. We just enjoyed a bit of peace and quiet. We took a stroll past the play rooms. Some of them were occupied, but all had the curtains drawn shut. We figured we had done enough exploring for a first visit to a sex club. I put my dress back on and we left the club.

On our way back to the hotel, we talked about our experiences. Chris asked me if I had enjoyed the club. I told him that once I got over my shyness I loved it. And when he asked me if I would ever go back there, or visit another club, I told him I would. And that I hoped we would. Chris told me he had loved it too and also wanted to do it again. Then asked if we did, would i like to play with some of the other guests, like Mark or someone else. I asked him if he wanted a fantasy answer or if he wanted me to really consider it. He said to really consider it. I thought for a moment, and realized that the thought of it made me wet. I didn't promise anything, but it was something I would seriously consider.

Back at the hotel room we were both still horny. We both stripped naked as soon as we got in. I moved towards the bed, but Chris grabbed my arm and steered me around it. He pushed me up against the hotel room window, the big one facing the street. I supported myself with my hands on the glass, and he started fucking me from behind. Our room was on the third floor, so it was unlikely anyone saw anything. But if someone were to look up from the right angle. They would see Chris fucking me up against the window. But somehow, I still felt less exposed than I did at the club.

We got up at around nine a. m. Sunday morning. Tired and slightly hung over, but still feeling great. We showered together a final time, but didn't really feel up to anything frisky. Just a bit of gentle rubbing and a hand job.

Checkout time was at 11 p. m, so after breakfast we packed out luggage and went down to check out. Our plane wasn't leaving until eight, but we could store our luggage at the hotel until it was time to leave for the airport. We spent most of the Sunday visiting the city's zoo, before flying back home.