My wife and I experienced the Dutch *** club

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Foreword:
First, let me encourage those who hope to experience swinger clubs and become enthusiasts. It's not as difficult as you might imagine, but it's not easy either. If you truly want to have a great time at swinger clubs, experience the unique depth and breadth of life in the most authentic and original way, and become one of the lucky ones others envy, then you need to patiently read this foreword.
There are three steps involved:
1. Verbal Probing. A bit of strategy is needed here, because directly asking usually results in a flat rejection and a barrage of criticism, which is not surprising. Remember, this is a slow and meticulous process, like a gentle rain nourishing a slow-cooked pig's head. Don't be impatient, and definitely don't give up halfway. The success rate is already low, and it depends heavily on the woman's trust and emotional investment in the man.
2. Physical Probe. Once the woman doesn't object (remember, if she doesn't object, you're halfway there; don't be foolish enough to ask her to swear an oath),
3. Start Practical. After completing the above two steps, your preparations are done. The next step is to put it into practice. You can start actively seeking relevant information, such as weekly dating on 6park, adultfinder, Google searching for your local swinger club, referrals from friends, etc. Now it's time to unleash your imagination and initiative to achieve your goal quickly and efficiently (many dating websites charge monthly fees; we spent a lot of money on this. It's best if you can resolve the issue monthly by paying once). It's important to note that the man must bear most of the responsibility; generally, it's the man who wants to have fun. It's only natural to do more; not everyone is as lucky as me. She was the one who got me to book the tickets for the first time we went to the Swinger Club, haha.
Origin:
Those who skipped to this chapter can continue reading.
The story basically started because I wanted to go out with foreign girls, but I didn't want to do it secretly behind my wife's back, nor did I want to leave her alone at home. So, I came up with the idea of taking her to the Swinger Club. This way, it's a win-win situation, mutually beneficial, everyone can have fun, and it can even deepen our relationship. If controlled well, it won't cost too much. Of course, if you want to have a good time, you have to spend some money (not entirely about money, like exercising, paying for sex, etc.).
After deciding on the idea, I used a series of tricks to get my wife on the right track, including verbal and physical teasing, which I won't go into detail about. During my research, I specifically referred to two online articles:
Article 1 and Article 2. Article 1 describes a close friendship, while Article 2 describes a relationship similar to that of lovers. Since we are a real couple, this provides a different perspective.
Article 2 introduced Fun 4 Two, the world's best swinger club, and I was immediately intrigued. Since we're going to have fun, we should go to the best, most famous, and most exciting one to make our efforts worthwhile.
This club is extremely famous in Europe, and many people like us come specifically for it. The founders, Laurens & Rineke, had already explored swinger clubs all over the world in the 90s, but they felt it didn't quite suit their tastes. They ultimately decided to open their ideal swinger club in Rotterdam. After 17 years of hard work, it has reached its current status (winning numerous awards, being named the number one swinger club in Europe, and receiving extensive media coverage). While I was at the club, I asked a blonde woman, and she said she only ever went to this club and had never been to any other. You know, these kinds of clubs are very popular in the Netherlands; there are over 300 similar clubs in Amsterdam alone. This club must have something special to offer with such a loyal clientele. However, it recently changed owners, so I don't know how it's doing now.
We went to Rotterdam specifically for sightseeing; I won't go into details about transportation or visas—there's plenty of information online. We toured the area first, then rushed back to the hotel that
night to prepare. My wife's outfit that day was stunning—a perfect makeup look, false eyelashes, smoky eyes, a black trench coat, and black high heels. After taking a deep breath, we finally bravely stepped out of the hotel at 10 pm to explore the world-renowned Swinger Club.
Our first time at Swinger Club
, we arrived at 10:30 and went straight to the changing room. Generally, you're required to be changed between 10:00 and 11:00, so we were early. I vividly remember a guy in the same changing room bringing two women – what a lucky guy! Another thing I remember was standing at the door, lost in thought, when I saw a well-dressed, elegant woman walk into the changing room, and five minutes later, a scantily clad, sexy woman with a stunning figure walked out. Here, the lady instantly transforms into a slut – watching this is quite a spectacle. I personally really like this open and frank way of communicating and expressing myself directly. I think it's very efficient, much faster than slowly building a relationship, and as long as both people agree, it has virtually no negative impact on their feelings. However, I suspect this might shatter some people's worldviews. Anyway, after changing, you can go downstairs to store your key (at the bar) and grab some drinks. We took two glasses of Heineken and went up the stairs next to the dance floor. Entering from the second-floor entrance, each individual room was quite unique. I'll describe them one by one, starting with the right-hand side:
The first room on the right was a low-ceilinged room, where you could crawl in and have sex, but the key was in the wall—four round holes lined up in a row.
We always went to check it out whenever we passed by. Once, we saw a man having sex with two women (actually, watching a threesome is quite exciting, especially when it's happening right in front of you). Another time, a woman was alone in the room, very selflessly giving oral sex to each of the sticks inserted. Several men passing by didn't hesitate to insert their penises into the holes, waiting for their service. My wife thought it was dirty and didn't let me go, but now I think it might have been quite fun. Another time, we saw a couple having sex inside, and another time we passed by and there was nothing there—it was purely a matter of luck. Further on, on the right, there's a room (with massage chairs) where women can be suspended. That's too extreme and too difficult; it's not suitable for me, and I don't like it. There's also a rectangular peep hole at the entrance. But all night, I only saw two couples go in, and I don't remember what they looked like. On the left is the large central room, a separate room with a huge bed and several sofas and chairs of varying heights. The first time we passed by, it was empty and deserted. As time went on, more and more people came in, and the actions became increasingly exaggerated. Later, when we passed by, it was packed, and we couldn't even turn around. Further on, next to the changing room, the third room on the right, is decorated in pink tones, with pink neon lights illuminating the walls, making the room look incredibly seductive. The main entrance is a large heart-shaped archway facing the corridor. The archway is so large that basically anyone passing by can see everything inside. I call it the "House of Love." I have a special affection for this room because we were the main characters here. More details to follow.
The fourth room on the right is a room separated by a screen (as usual, there are quite a few peep holes in the screen). There is a large bed inside. The doorway is quite narrow, and the main corridor is really a corner here. Every time I pass by, I get blocked here. I don't have a deep impression of this room. Twice when I passed by, I saw people having sex inside. If you could bring people here to have fun, they could have a lot of fun (the bed inside is spacious enough).

The fifth room on the right has six peep windows (quite large windows; I could fit my head through them). They were pretended to be covered by white curtains. There were no beds, just mats on the floor. It's a rectangular room, big enough for 4-6 couples to lie side-by-side and work simultaneously. It was always packed. I loved peeking inside by lifting the curtains (I was so inconsiderate of other people's privacy...). There was also a beautiful woman in white that I really liked, and she loved wandering around this area. Actually, I really wanted to push her down, but unfortunately, I couldn't find her anywhere late at night; she must have finished and left.
Keep walking straight ahead and you'll see a ladder that leads to the most famous and must-see spot: the Orgy Room. It's worth mentioning that the stairs are quite steep, so be careful not to slip when going up or down. Also, the Dutch are generally quite tall, and they usually go up and down stairs in one direction only, so don't get stuck. After going up the stairs, on the left is a loft with a high ceiling, big enough to stand in, and a long sofa in the middle. On the right is a low rectangular loft about 20 square meters, so the ceiling is very low, about 1.3 meters. You definitely can't stand up in it. So you have to climb around to get in and out. Keep climbing from one side to the other, and you can go down the stairs from there. There are already many mattresses on the floor. The design is extremely simple, with no decorations, but when it's packed with people, it's quite a sight.
We went up countless times, and this was the most memorable and best experience. When we first went up, there wasn't a soul in sight; everyone was downstairs drinking, chatting, dancing, and swaying. We went up two or three times and only found one couple doing "doing it" upstairs, making us think the room was overrated. So the two of us went downstairs to drink in silence. Sitting near the dance floor downstairs, there was a slightly chubby blonde girl dancing the most wildly and beautifully. I have to commend my wife's charm here; while I was getting drinks, a middle-aged foreign guy came over and started chatting her up (this happened several more times later, showing that beautiful Asian women are very popular here).
After we sat down, the foreign guy blatantly asked if we wanted to go up and have some fun. I noticed it was only 12 am, and the blonde girl had really thick legs (but her face was very delicate and beautiful; foreign girls' faces are usually better than their bodies), and her husband was bald, which my wife didn't like. So, she calmly and composedly refused the first hookup invitation of the night. We had no idea if we did the right thing, or if we'd meet someone even prettier later.
So, we went upstairs and wandered around aimlessly. Suddenly, I saw a very beautiful blonde girl, tall and slender, with at least an E-cup bust… Her beautiful hair cascaded down like a golden waterfall; her figure was simply stunning. I'm closing my eyes and trying to picture this blonde beauty, and it's probably something like the one in the picture below—a typical Western beauty, especially with that aloof air, it's practically identical! Her face is a bit rougher, slightly squarer, not as pointed, but still very pretty. I've always been interested in blonde beauties with makeup. If I had to
rate
her, I'd give this blonde an A+, mainly because her blonde hair and large breasts are exactly my dream type, and I never thought I'd see her in person today. Her husband is a very strong, bald, muscular man. They were also wandering around the second floor like us, it seems everyone's looking for someone they like! We wandered up and down the stairs, searching for handsome men and beautiful women, haha. Standing on the second-floor platform, I looked down. Downstairs, people were drinking and dancing, while upstairs, it was all about being naked and ready for a showdown. Ladies and bastards were separated by only a wall; no complicated dating or courtship, if they hit it off, they were in bed together—it felt pretty dreamlike. However, it was already 12 am, and apart from that blonde couple, we hadn't seen any particularly appealing couples. We thought we were going to leave empty-handed. But we'd flown all this way, and we couldn't leave without having some fun, so we climbed back up to the orgy room. This time, we were completely stunned by what we saw: My God! Before us was a room full of white, blushing buttocks swaying wildly. There were at least thirty people scattered about, and you could only crawl in and out by squeezing through the gaps between them, careful not to step on anyone (because it was so dense). Wasn't this the holy land we'd been dreaming of? Today, we finally saw it for ourselves. As we crawled in from the far right, we suddenly saw the A+ blonde beauty and her man watching others perform their passionate acts while caressing them. I felt this was a golden opportunity, one we absolutely couldn't miss. So, my wife and I exchanged a glance, and we naturally sat down next to them. At this point, the most important thing was to interact with the people you found attractive. Some people had their eyes on a target but didn't dare to make a move, afraid of being chased away and missing their chance. The rule was simple: no means no. So, if someone wasn't interested, they'd just walk away, and that was it. If you were interested, you could continue. As we touched them, everyone relaxed from their initial tense state and started to get into position, switching places and sitting next to each other's women. I sat with the A+ blonde beauty. My wife and that burly man sat on the other side. After he sat down next to me, I could finally see him clearly: he was as broad-shouldered as Schwarzenegger, with abnormally large muscles, his chest muscles probably 4-5 cm thick, as strong as a bull. He wasn't the conventionally handsome type, but he was incredibly strong and muscular—definitely a thrill to seduce. My wife even said she touched his pectoral muscles to see if they were real, if they were rock hard, haha. After we switched seats, I went straight down and gave the foreign girl oral sex...
The foreign girl's lips felt incredibly moist and wet. Watching her stunning blonde hair sway back and forth in front of me was incredibly arousing. I pressed her head down and moved it rapidly back and forth, and she responded by bobbing her head back and forth in rhythm. Even now, thinking back on it, I feel a tingling sensation all over my body. Then I glanced at my wife's progress. Holy crap, the burly man was already lying flat, and she was sitting on top, bouncing around wildly. I was speechless, thinking, "You didn't even wait for me before you started cheating!" So I shoved the A+ beauty to the ground... A crisp, melodious sound. I grabbed her hands and began my missionary assault. Only then did I get a closer look at her face. She looked remarkably like a TV star, but I know nothing about celebrities and couldn't place her. And so, I thoroughly examined the A+ blonde beauty beneath me, feeling an immense sense of satisfaction. I kept going back and forth... Until the very end, I didn't have a proper conversation with them, and I still didn't learn the name of that A+ blonde beauty. We went crazy until 4 a.m., and still didn't see them again. But actually, this was for the best. A chance encounter, a fleeting meeting, then a wave goodbye, and we went our separate ways. Nobody owed anyone anything, as long as we had a good night. Of course, I can say that now, but back then I was a little disappointed. I wasn't disappointed for more than a minute, because somehow another couple appeared to our left. The woman had brown hair, was around 30 years old, and while she wasn't as exquisitely beautiful as the previous one, she was still pretty. I confirmed that her breasts were real; they felt very solid to the touch. Her husband was a bit older and had a slight beer belly. The two of them were a level below the previous couple, but fortunately, they were both quite enthusiastic and proactive. With just a glance, they changed partners and continued playing. After playing for a while, we were all a bit exhausted and felt a little stuffy, so my wife and I sat down and watched them perform. My wife and I decided to go downstairs for a break. Once we got into the orgy room, we completely lost track of time. I have no recollection of how long we played upstairs; I only know that when we came down it was 1:30 am. My whole body felt like it was falling apart, but my energy was still incredibly high. We decided to take a break and rest on the first floor.
I must especially praise the buffet restaurant on the first floor. It had over ten kinds of dishes and five or six kinds of grilled meats, including steak, pork chops, chicken breast, etc. I don't remember the others, but I have a very strong impression of the chicken breast. It was pre-marinated chicken breast, and you just put it directly on the grill. About 10 minutes on each side was enough; if you felt it wasn't cooked enough, you could grill it for another 15 minutes on each side. After a tiring day, a couple of chicken breasts, a couple of beers at the bar, and massage services (not in the main building, but through a door on the second floor, with a large swimming pool along the way) – such a delightful all-inclusive service! I finally understand why so many enthusiasts consider it the world's number one swinger club. Plus, there's a dance floor right next to the restaurant, where you can watch people of all ages dancing. When we sat down, a blonde woman was dancing the most enthusiastically and joyfully, her moves the most open and daring. She practically had a whole pole to herself, entertaining herself while dancing and laughing happily. We were completely mesmerized by her dancing; this is what life is all about, this is what lifestyle is all about. This woman never seemed to go up there (I circled around up there the whole time and never saw her). Actually, many people were just downstairs drinking, eating barbecue, chatting, and dancing. If they found someone they liked, they'd take them upstairs; if not, they'd drink until dawn. I felt they didn't have the mentality of needing to hook up with a certain number of men and women to make their 100 euros worthwhile; they were simply enjoying the moment, savoring every second. Although the Dutch are all tall and strong—many of the people at the teppanyaki area were much taller than me—their English was fluent, and they were very friendly. They didn't discriminate against Chinese people at all; on the contrary, they were quite curious. I think there's absolutely no problem for us Chinese to participate in this kind of [unclear/unclear] (in fact, most people born in the 90s are tall enough; men can build some muscle, and women can wear makeup). As long as you're bold and willing to try, there's nothing you can't do. We spent a bit too long eating and resting here because we hadn't rested well beforehand and had to catch a flight to another place the next day, so we were exhausted and needed a break. However, if you have enough energy and charm, you could easily stay on the second floor and in the orgy room until closing time.
After a satisfying meal and rest, it was already past 2 am. Although we'd already spent a long time in the orgy room and even had a great time with a blonde A+ beauty, we weren't planning to call it a day. So we went back up to the second floor to have some more fun. As mentioned before, the second floor of
the Love Hut

has a general layout; basically, people from ZU0 to A1 level hang out in the orgy rooms on the second and third floors. We'd already had a blast in the third-floor orgy room, so it was time to try our luck in one of the many smaller rooms on the second floor. Since we'd already had our turn, we weren't going to leave empty-handed, so we could leisurely observe how other couples were having fun. The most popular and crowded room was the large one in the very center. Every time I passed by, I heard a pair of white, bare buttocks and screams and moans coming from all directions—very lewd and violent, but incredibly entertaining. While wandering around inside, I spotted a couple (the woman was a blonde with large breasts, wearing a tube top and a white undershirt; the man was a handsome guy with bronze skin, and they even met us when they entered the factory). I kept thinking about how to get close to them and have some fun with them, haha. When I reached the last Love Hut, the real show began: right in the center was a couple. The woman was a petite blonde, but her profile was simply stunning—a true beauty, definitely an S-class rating. Her man was a bald, muscular man (it's strange that so many muscular Western men are all bald; the stronger they are, the balder they seem to be). He was relentlessly thrusting into the S-class beauty's buttocks from behind, the slapping sounds clearly audible even from the doorway. Right to their left was another couple, seemingly the same couple who had been playing around in the orgy room (the aloof woman I mentioned earlier). The difference was that they were in a woman-on-top position, while the woman in white panties I'd spotted earlier was now caressing her man, their hands rubbing against each other. Without exaggeration, the two blonde beauties in the room were supermodel-level, and the white-clad beauty next to them was definitely queen-level. This vividly erotic scene truly shocked us (the most beautiful moment of the night), and we suddenly felt like we were on a film set. Before we knew it, we were both aroused, and we started caressing each other right at the room's entrance (as mentioned before, the door was large and heart-shaped, and the room's backlighting was a low, pinkish hue, making it even more alluring and sexy). I really wanted to do what we did last time: lie down among the couples, play around, talk to them, and then switch places. But we got hesitant then, thinking they were too beautiful and might not want to switch with us. Besides, the two blonde beauties looked very similar, and I couldn't tell which one was the aloof girl who didn't want to play. I urged my wife to go, but she was too scared to go herself, only daring to admire from the sidelines. Haha, but that also shows just how beautiful these two blondes were, making them intimidating. At this point, the blonde beauty in white shorts and her man shoved each other away. I didn't plan to follow them anymore; staying here to watch the two couples' live sex show inside was more exciting. So we went to the right side of the door, where the blonde beauty in white shorts had been standing, to observe up close and continue our caresses.
Just as we were enjoying the kiss and watching the show, a hand suddenly reached out from behind and grabbed my wife's breast, starting to rub it. This is quite common here; it's like a greeting. A casual smile is enough, and if you like each other, you can continue the conversation, or you can just rub it back. We turned around and saw that a couple had appeared behind us. I composed myself and carefully observed them: the man was about 35 years old, very tall, at least 190cm+, maybe 2m (I'll call him the 2m man from now on). He wasn't particularly handsome, but he was very clean and refined, giving off a comfortable vibe, and was worth my wife's expense. The woman had long, shiny black hair and a delicate face. My impression was that although she wasn't as pretty as the two blonde beauties in bed, she was definitely a very elegant and attractive woman, not to be missed. This woman was probably 175cm+ in heels, but after the show, I saw her without heels and she was probably 165cm. What's even more remarkable is that this beauty looked stunning even under the bright lights of the dressing room; she's definitely not the type who's sexy in a nightclub but ugly at home. If I were to rate her, I'd give her an A (mainly because I came here to see more blondes and haven't paid much attention to brunettes; those who prefer brunettes will definitely disagree with my rating).
Her appearance is hard to describe, so here's a similar photo: her hairstyle is very similar to
Victoria
Beckham's in this photo, the only difference being that she doesn't have as many strands of hair framing her forehead; her face is also softer, possessing a refined elegance that isn't overtly displayed, unlike Victoria Beckham's which is all written on her face.
To be honest, we weren't expecting this at all; it felt quite sudden, but that didn't stop us from enjoying it. We came here specifically for the thrill, after all. Soon we were locked in a passionate kiss, my wife, not to be outdone, passionately kissing the brunette beauty, leaving the two of us men awkwardly grinning. I must commend my wife here; she wasn't intimidated at this crucial moment and proactively took the initiative. Furthermore, I've noticed that most women seem subconsciously accepting of bisexuality, while most men find it much harder. Don't believe me? Gentlemen, would you dare kiss a complete stranger? I certainly wouldn't. But women seem to have no such reservations; they seem perfectly comfortable sitting together, chattering away, and then starting to cuddle and kiss. They kissed passionately for a while, and we couldn't resist any longer. We each pulled the other's woman to our side and started servicing ourselves...
And this dark-haired beauty's nipples were quite interesting; when aroused, they didn't become hard and protrude, but were naturally flat, even slightly indented. Europeans and Americans tend to have fairer skin, so their nipples and vulvas are pink. The beautiful women I slept with today all had pink nipples and vulvas; they were so pink and tender, anyone who saw them would want to take a bite. We Asians, due to melanin deposition in our bodies, tend to have darker nipples and labia as we age. This is a matter of different constitutions between races. Many people spread the misconception that if a woman has a lot of sex, her vulva will darken (become a "black fungus"). Based on my observations and personal experience, this has absolutely nothing to do with the frequency of sex. Some of the Western women in this club come every week to have sex with men, and their vulvas are still pink and tender. The idea of "black fungus" or "pink fungus" is complete nonsense. After playing for quite a while, the 2-meter-tall guy suddenly got up and prepared to leave with the black-haired beauty. Just then, loud moaning came from the room to the right. At first, we laughed and wondered who was making such a racket, but then we realized that our own moaning from our earlier lovemaking was probably no quieter. My wife blushed furiously and quickly pulled me away from that room… She said she wanted to see other people having sex again, so we went from room to room watching other people's performances. As we left, the crowd dispersed, and everyone went to other rooms to watch the shows. On this second floor, what remained constant was the endless stream of live sex acts; only the male actors, female actors, and casual viewers changed. This constant switching kept everyone entertained because you never knew what surprise awaited you the next second, the next corner—the unknown future was always something to look forward to.
We wandered aimlessly around the second floor a couple more times, but without seeing any attractive men or women, we decided to go back downstairs to rest. We were both quite tired this time, so we went to the buffet to recharge. This time, we enjoyed the food more leisurely (last time I ate here, I wanted to finish quickly so I could go upstairs and find some handsome guys and pretty girls, afraid of wasting too much time eating here). So this time, I took three large slices of marinated chicken breast and slowly grilled them on the hot plate until they were well-done. My wife took some vegetables and ate a little to replenish her energy. I've concluded that having sex in a crowded place is very tiring, much more so than leisurely lying in bed at home. The main reason is the noisy environment, the chaotic scene, and the mental tension. Therefore, necessary rest and proper eating are essential. I've always admired those men who can have sex seven times a night (I've never seen or heard of such an extraordinary person around me). These kinds of people could just stay in the third-floor orgy room and never come out. I guarantee you'll have an unforgettable night.
We chose a seat near the dance floor and sat down. Suddenly, we noticed that the blonde girl was still dancing tirelessly and joyfully, her enthusiasm and energy radiating vitality. While writing this article, I specifically looked for photos and found that the blonde girl looked very similar to the girl in this picture, especially her demeanor and smiling face. However, the real blonde girl was older and more mature and alluring than the one in the picture. Neither of us knows how
to
dance, nor do we enjoy it at all. Otherwise, given our excited state that day, we definitely would have joined her on the dance floor, and maybe we could have even had a fling, haha.

The final frenzy
was almost 3 am now, and the place closes at 4 am. We could see that the number of people here was significantly less than at 12 am. I even checked the changing rooms, and the number of people changing clothes to go home started to gradually increase after 2 am. So the best time to meet up is between 12 am and 3 am. Around 11 pm, people start taking off their clothes and are too reserved, and after 3 am, everyone is either too tired or has already gone home. So, making the most of those three hours is key to whether you can have a great time tonight. For example, we had a lot of fun, but if we had excluded the time for our two meals and been more efficient, and had enough energy, we could have met even more handsome men and beautiful women. After two rounds of physical encounters, we were both a bit tired, but I thought, we flew all this way to have fun, how can we go back to the hotel before closing time? My wife was actually very tired at this point, but she was great. For my sake, she gritted her teeth and wore high heels to go upstairs with me to continue searching for prey (she doesn't usually wear these pointed high heels, she finds them too tiring to walk in, it must have been tough for her to walk up and down the stairs all night).
We had just had a great time on the second floor, so we decided not to go there this time and went back to our favorite orgy room. Although there were fewer people downstairs, this place was still as crowded as ever (of course, it's basically empty before 11 pm, but it gets packed after 12 am until closing time, as mentioned earlier). We crawled back to the corner where we'd had sex last time, then looked around to calm ourselves. I noticed the aloof woman who refused to be touched was still there. They'd moved countless times; I'd seen them having sex in three different places since then, almost three hours already. I truly admired their stamina and passion. But here, groping was perfectly acceptable, so I took advantage of the situation, tracing my hand down her crotch. Her crotch was pink, clearly visible even in the dim light. Naturally, the blonde beauty, as usual, turned her hips away, avoiding my hand. But I felt increasingly envious of her man having her all tonight. As I write this, I wonder where that beauty is now. I hope she and her man are doing well and living a happy life.
Here's a picture that looks a bit like her, but I feel the blonde beauty is even more beautiful and elegant, especially her perfect figure—slender like a typical Chinese woman's, which is rare among Western women with generally thick thighs.
After searching
around four times, apart from this old acquaintance, there weren't any other couples that caught our eye (actually, it's probably because we were looking for a fashionable, pretty, and young couple; there were actually at least ten other couples in this little attic, and many of them seemed very interested in us...). Just as I was still looking around, my wife pulled me aside, blushing, and said that she didn't want to see any other men today, she just wanted to have one last good time with me. Looking at her rosy cheeks, I suddenly had a thought, so I pushed her down, put on a condom, and started thrusting. We both knew this was the last round of our Dutch sex trip, so we both went all out (actually, I was the one putting in the effort, she was holding me and enjoying it, plus she rested her head on my shoulder watching the blonde beauty couple behind us put on a great show, haha). Here we saw that blonde beauty couple again, they were doing it in the very center again, did you lose it or not? Everyone was busy, though. After
we finished, we leaned against the wall to rest. My wife playfully touched the breasts of the woman in the couple in front of us. She had absolutely amazing breasts, maybe an M size? (If that's an example). This curious girl went up and kissed her, then thoroughly enjoyed touching them. I really admire my wife; she's so adventurous!
We watched the live sex show for a while longer before climbing out through the rightmost door. It was almost 4 pm, and they were starting to clear out. I grabbed a bunch of condoms to use later (their condom packaging is so unique, a long, narrow rectangle instead of the usual square).
We reluctantly circled the second floor again, realizing it was really closing time. Every room was empty, and the staff were clearing out the place. Considering there wasn't much left to see, we decided not to waste any more time. We went down to the bar to get our keys and grab some drinks. Thinking we'd be driving later, I didn't take any alcoholic beverages, just two Cokes to quench my thirst. On my way to the changing room, I saw a man and two women sitting in a room next to the bar. The man was very handsome, even more so than the two men who had patronized the bar before me. The two women he brought were also quite attractive. I thought the two women were pretty, so I glanced at them a couple more times. The man spoke a string of words in Dutch, which I naturally couldn't understand, but the two beauties giggled after hearing it. I thought it couldn't be anything good. I had already walked away, but then I turned back and deliberately greeted the man. He chatted with me enthusiastically. I asked him how his night went. He immediately told me, looking miserable, that he hadn't had any fun at all. I thought to myself, "You brought two women, why didn't you sleep with them? You've been hogging them all night, what a waste of beautiful women!" Of course, that's exactly what I was waiting for. So I proudly told him, "Oh, I had a good night here, I fucked three girls." Tonight (and I'm telling the truth, I might have underestimated him), and then I just left him there and walked away. Later, when I told my wife about it, she exclaimed, "Why didn't you let me meet such a handsome guy? I'd be interested!" Actually, we both knew we were very confident we could get them to come to our hotel for an after-party, but we were just too exhausted—literally, completely worn out—so we had to give up.
When we went to the changing room, we coincidentally saw that dark-haired beauty again. Even under the bright lights, she was still so beautiful, like a school beauty queen in a locker room. It reminded me of her excellent performance two hours earlier (I'm a little proud; the beauties I met tonight were all of very high quality, with great skin, good looks, and great figures, including my wife, haha). I greeted her first: "Hi, Bye!" Just two words. But I think everything is understood without words; let's all remember this unforgettable night.
While we were changing, another bizarre thing happened: we were actually approached in the changing room. An older woman next to us chatted with us, saying she hadn't had a great night, hadn't found any handsome guys to have some fun with. We laughed; these Dutch people are so direct! She then called her husband over to watch. My goodness, her husband was as big as a bear, over 1.90 meters tall, and three times my width. He clearly really liked my wife, praising her beauty repeatedly. He even suggested going to his place for an after-party. He said there was a young American guy (who had flown in two days specifically for an after-party and was flying back to America tomorrow) who also wanted to have an after-party at his place, making a total of three couples participating. My goodness, we had to check out tomorrow! We had an early morning flight to catch, and I was completely exhausted, so I declined their invitation. He later gave me his email address, but I couldn't send it to that address no matter what I tried; it kept failing. Before leaving, he even took a good bite of his wife's breasts, but I wasn't very interested in her, so I passed on that.
After getting dressed, we followed the crowd to the parking lot. I drove to the gas station to fill up the tank (we had to return the car today; it was a rental, and we needed to fill it up). I watched the men and women filling up, wondering if they had been to that club, or if they had gone to another club that night. The other side of the Netherlands is surprisingly delightful. The red-light district window girls that everyone usually sees are already quite common, but the Dutch swinger clubs are another side of the Netherlands, worth exploring.
We were both exhausted when we got back to the hotel (going to the after-screening area at this point was practically killing us). As the first rays of dawn rose, our Dutch swinger... This club trip has now come to a complete end.
Postscript:
We still often joke about what we saw and experienced at the swinger club, and we even go to local swinger clubs now. Contrary to what some might imagine, these activities haven't affected our relationship at all; on the contrary, they've strengthened it. Because comparison leads to appreciation, and we've come to realize that the person beside us is irreplaceable, making us love each other even more. We're both practical people; we don't like listening to others' advice or following rigid rules. We first came up with an idea (that participating in swinger clubs would be enjoyable for both of us and would strengthen our relationship), and then put it into practice. Looking back, we're certain it definitely enhanced our relationship and was incredibly fun and enjoyable.
I'm not going to keep anything secret; I'm sharing everything—the causes and consequences, the preparations, the successes and failures, and my own thoughts—as a way to preserve this experience for both of us. Putting all of this online makes it easy to search for memories later without having to store it on a computer for fear of being seen by others.
If our experiences can contribute to everyone's happiness, then this article has been worthwhile.
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