Swinger Club Observations

The story basically begins like this:
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 a swinger club. This way, it would be a win-win situation, mutually beneficial, everyone would have fun, and it would also deepen our relationship.
After deciding on the idea, I used a series of techniques to get my wife on the right track, including verbal and physical teasing, which I won't go into detail about. It's worth mentioning that I particularly enjoy watching a group sex film, and this film successfully aroused my wife's desire. The film is called Drunk Sex Orgy: Ramba, Zamba, Massenbums. The men are strong and the women are beautiful, the clothes are fashionable, the music is energetic, and the scenes are grand (although not as spectacular as the parties we go to). But because it's a film, the interactions between the actors are a lot and quite wild, and the lighting is also very good. These two aspects are better than the club I'll introduce next.
Since we were going to have fun, we decided to go to the best, most famous, and most exciting place, so our efforts wouldn't be in vain.
We specifically went to Rotterdam, Netherlands. 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 a real eye-catcher. She had makeup that suited her perfectly, false eyelashes, smoky eyes, a black trench coat, and black high heels. Underneath, she was even more provocative—a semi-transparent black lingerie set (held together by only one string), plus long black lace stockings. It was incredibly alluring. As for me, I wore a very playful T-shirt and jeans, with a pair of shiny red boxer briefs underneath, which I bought specifically from a sex shop. We both tried to travel light. I brought money, passports, car keys, and a bottle of water, while she brought nothing but condoms. 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 the Swinger Club:
We arrived at the club at 10:30 PM and went straight to the changing room. Generally, you're required to be changed between 10:00 and 11:00 PM, so we were early. I vividly remember a man in the same changing room bringing two women – what a lucky guy! Another thing that struck me was when I was standing at the door, daydreaming, 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 emerged. Here, a lady instantly transforms into a slut – watching this process is quite a spectacle. I personally really like this open and frank way of communicating and expressing myself so directly. I think it's very efficient, much faster than slowly cultivating a relationship, and as long as both people agree, it has virtually no negative impact on their feelings. However, I suspect this might shock many people's values. 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 upstairs via the stairs next to the dance floor. Upon entering from the second-floor entrance, each individual room is very unique. I'll describe them one by one, starting from the right:
The first room on the right is a low-ceilinged room, large enough to crawl into for sex. The key is in the wall; there are four round holes lined up, all allowing you to insert your penis from the outside. Above each hole is a square peep hole. If there's a woman inside, you might get lucky and she'll come over and give you oral sex, or even turn her back to you with her buttocks facing you.
Every time we passed by, we'd stop to check it out. Once, there was a man having sex with two women. (Actually, watching a threesome is really exciting, especially when it's happening right in front of you.) Another time, there was a woman alone in a room, very selflessly giving oral sex to each of the sticks inserted. Several passing men unhesitatingly inserted their penises into the round hole, waiting for the service. My wife thought it was dirty and wouldn't let me go, but now I think it might have been quite fun. Another time, there was a couple having sex inside. 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 they can hang women up. 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 one night I only saw two couples go in, and I don't remember what they looked like.
On the left, there's the large room in the middle, a separate room with a super large bed and several sofas and chairs of different heights. The first time we passed by, it was empty and deserted. As time went on, more and more people came in, and their actions became increasingly exaggerated. Later, when we passed by, it was so crowded that we couldn't even turn around. There were three couples having sex on the bed at the same time, and there were many peep holes and large round holes in the walls. These round holes weren't for sticking your penis through, because they were designed so high, but you could put your hand in and touch other men and women. My wife loved to peep when we passed by and then put her hand in to touch other women's breasts. What I remember most vividly is that she touched a couple who were having sex passionately in the corner. The woman was very beautiful, but the man was an old man with white hair (…). Then she excitedly said, "Real breasts! Real breasts!" Yeah, right, don't get so excited.
Moving further back, next to the changing room, the third room on the right was decorated in pink tones, with pink neon lights illuminating the walls, making the room look incredibly glamorous. The main entrance was a large heart-shaped archway facing the corridor. The archway was so large that anyone passing by could clearly see what was happening inside. I called it the "House of Love." I have a special fondness for this room because we were the main characters there once. I'll describe it in more detail later.
The fourth room on the right was separated by a screen (as usual, the screen had quite a few peep holes). There was a large bed inside. The doorway was rather narrow, and the main corridor happened to be at a corner here, so I always stopped here when passing by. I don't remember this room very well, but twice I saw people having sex inside. If you could bring someone here, 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, big enough for my head to squeeze through; they're disguised with white curtains). There are 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 privacy!). There was also a beautiful woman in white whom I really liked, and she loved wandering around the area. I actually really wanted to seduce her, but she disappeared late at night; she must have finished and left.
Keep walking straight ahead and you'll see a ladder leading 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 or fall. Also, the Dutch are generally quite tall, and they usually go up and down stairs in one direction to avoid getting stuck. After reaching the top of the stairs, on the left is a loft with a high ceiling, large 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 inside. Therefore, you need to climb around to get in and out. Continue climbing from one side to the other, and you can go down the stairs on the other side. Many mattresses are already laid out on the floor. The design is extremely simple, with little decoration, but when it's crowded, it's quite a sight.
We went up there countless times, but this was the one that left the deepest and best impression on us. When we first went up, there wasn't a soul in sight; everyone was downstairs drinking, chatting, dancing, and swaying. We climbed up two or three times, only to find one couple having sex upstairs. We thought the room was a sham, so we went back downstairs to drink our sorrows away. Sitting downstairs next to the dance floor, 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 (we saw this 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 saw it was only 12 am, and the blonde girl had really thick legs (but her face was very delicate and beautiful; foreign women's faces are usually better than their bodies), and her husband was bald, which my wife didn't like. So, she calmly and composedly declined the first hookup invitation of the night. We had no idea whether we were doing the right thing, or if we'd meet someone even prettier later.
So we went upstairs again and wandered around aimlessly. Quick as a flash, I saw a stunning blonde woman, tall and slender, with at least an E-cup bust, and a cascading golden waterfall of beautiful hair; her figure was absolutely gorgeous. I'm now closing my eyes and trying to picture her, and I think she looks something like the one in the picture below—a typical Western beauty, especially with that aloof air, it's practically identical. Her face was a bit rougher, slightly squarer, not as pointed as this one, but she was still a very beautiful woman.
I must commend the buffet restaurant on the first floor. It offers over ten dishes and five or six kinds of grilled meats, including steak, pork chops, chicken breast, and more. I don't remember the others, but I have a strong impression of the chicken breast. It's pre-marinated chicken breast, which you just place on the grill and cook for about 10 minutes on each side. If you want it more cooked, cook for another 15 minutes on each side. After a long day of eating, grab a couple of pieces of chicken breast, then head to the bar for a couple of beers. They also offer massage services (not in the main building, but through a door on the second floor; there's a large swimming pool along the way). With such a delightful all-inclusive service, I finally understand why it's been rated the world's number one swinger club by so many fellow enthusiasts. Moreover, there was a dance floor right next to the restaurant. Sitting by the restaurant, you could see men, women, and children dancing. When we sat down, a blonde beauty was dancing the most enthusiastically and joyfully. Her dance moves were the most open and daring; she had monopolized a pole by herself and was entertaining herself, laughing happily as she danced. We were mesmerized watching her dance. This is what life is all about, this is what lifestyle is all about! This woman seemed to have never been up there (I kept looking around up there 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. Instead, they were naturally and casually enjoying the moment, savoring every second. Although the Dutch are all tall and strong—many of the people at the teppanyaki place were much taller than me—their English was very 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 activity (in fact, most people born in the 90s are tall enough these days; guys just need to build up their physique, and girls can wear makeup, and that's fine). 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 we had to catch a flight to another place the next day, so we were exhausted and needed this intermission. But if you have enough stamina and charm, you can totally stay on the second floor and in the orgy room until closing time.
After we were full and rested, it was already past 2 a.m. Although we had 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.
Love Hut:
I've already described the general structure of the second floor. Basically, people who want to have sex tend to hang out in the orgy rooms on the second and third floors. We had a blast in the orgy room on the third floor, so naturally, it was time to change battlefields and try our luck in the many small 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 one in the very center. Every time we passed by, we heard a pair of white, fleshy buttocks and screams and moans coming from all directions—very raunchy and violent, but extremely entertaining. While wandering around inside, I spotted a couple (the woman was a blonde with large breasts, wearing a tube top and white underwear, and the man was a handsome guy with tanned skin; they even met us when they entered the factory), and I kept thinking about how to get close to them and have some fun with them, haha. When we 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 could only be described as stunning—definitely an S-class rating. Her man was a bald, muscular man (it's strange why so many muscular Western men are all bald; the stronger they are, the balder they seem to be) frantically 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 underwear 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 woman in white underwear was also top-tier. This vividly erotic scene truly shocked us (the most beautiful moment of the night), and we suddenly felt like we were on a voyeuristic filming 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, further enhancing the allure and sexiness). 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 were hesitant at the time. We thought 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 and only dared to admire from the sidelines. Haha, but this also shows just how beautiful these two blonde beauties were, making people afraid to approach them. At this point, the blonde beauty in white underwear and her man pushed and shoved each other away. I didn't plan to follow them anymore. I figured it would be more exciting to stay here and watch the two couples having sex inside. So we went to the right side of the door, where the woman in white underwear had been standing, to observe up close and continue caressing her.
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 woman looked stunning even under the bright lights of the changing 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 hoping to hook up with blondes, and I haven't paid much attention to brunettes; those who prefer brunettes will definitely disagree with my rating).
To be honest, we weren't expecting this at all; it felt quite sudden, but that didn't stop us from enjoying ourselves. We came here for the thrill, after all. Soon we were locked in a passionate kiss, my wife, not to be outdone, passionately kissing the brunette, making us two men awkwardly chuckle. I have to praise my wife here; she wasn't intimidated at the crucial moment and took the initiative to join in. And I've noticed that most women seem to subconsciously accept bisexuality, while most men find it difficult. Don't believe me? Gentlemen, would you dare kiss a complete stranger? I personally found it hard to accept, but the women seemed to have no such concerns. They all seemed to sit down happily together, chattering and then starting to hug and kiss. They kissed passionately for a while, and we couldn't hold back any longer. We each pulled the other's man and woman to our side and started to serve ourselves. My wife took out a condom and put it on him, then started giving him a blowjob. I have to say, this guy's penis was ridiculously long, I'd estimate it was 25cm, no exaggeration, and when it was erect it was almost as long as my wife's face. Since they were all getting started, I couldn't fall behind, so I whispered gently to the dark-haired beauty that I needed her help. She obediently went down and put the condom on me, then started giving me a blowjob. The dark-haired beauty was a typical Western beauty, but she was quite cooperative, unlike many of the people we've encountered who only care about themselves and don't care about other people's feelings. Her little mouth skillfully took my penis in, her hands holding my buttocks, and she started moving on her own. Watching her work so hard, then seeing my wife enjoying her meal, and noticing the envious glances from those around us, I was incredibly aroused. So I leaned against the wall, comfortably receiving oral sex.
Then, something truly remarkable happened. Whether my wife wasn't satisfied with just oral sex or wanted to try something like an adult film, she came over and kissed the dark-haired beauty's cheek, then took my penis from her mouth! She then held both penises, one on each side, her little tongue darting between them, her eyes flashing seductively at both of our faces countless times. We were all completely captivated. It was the first time I'd ever seen my wife do something like this; she'd pushed her boundaries again. But I was having so much fun being played with by the dark-haired beauty, why was she taking mine? There were plenty more around. I imagine the onlookers were utterly astonished; no one could have predicted that this girl from China would be even more wanton than the Western women present.
After my wife had her fill of the double-stick treatment, it was our turn to serve the women. Both of us went down and licked their clitoris and genitals. I also slipped my fingers deep into the dark-haired beauty's paradise, using my tongue to comb up and down her clitoris while rhythmically moving my fingers in and out. You could definitely tell she was enjoying it (because her breathing had completely turned into very short, panting sounds).
I serviced the dark-haired beauty for a while, making her moan repeatedly, her juices flowing uncontrollably, slumped against the wall, trembling all over. Looking at my wife's group next to me, they were already preparing to enter from behind. So, I naturally pulled the dark-haired beauty up, and she obediently leaned towards me, allowing me to do as I pleased. I certainly wouldn't hold back, lifting one of her legs and thrusting in from the front, diagonally upwards. However, our position wasn't ideal; my wife was much shorter than the man, so she had to stick her butt out high, and the 2-meter man had to lower his center of gravity to penetrate her. I wasn't comfortable either, because I was standing at the doorway, and the steps were blocking my way, so I could only stand half on the stairs and half on the ground while thrusting, which was incredibly awkward. Then I looked back at the room and saw that only the blonde girl on the far left and her man were still passionately having sex. The couple in the middle were nowhere to be seen; they were so engrossed in their game that they hadn't even noticed when they left. However, this left a large empty space in the middle of the room, so I told them it wasn't enough space and we should all go inside. Everyone agreed.
After entering the Love Hut, my wife's group slept in the center, facing the door, while we sat on the far right. Like the orgy room, this room didn't have mattresses or sheets; the entire room was covered with soft, thick sofa cushions, very much like the kind of mats we used to take from the gym equipment room when we did sit-ups in middle school. In the corner of the room, on the wall, was an aluminum shelf piled high with new condoms. Next to it was a small round hole, allowing passing guests to easily grab the condoms from the outside. Staff could also conveniently add new condoms in the aisle, preventing anyone from climbing in and disturbing the guests' enjoyment.
After the four of us went in, we lay down comfortably. I was still a bit weak, my penis wasn't working properly, so I asked the black-haired beauty to help me get an erection. She readily agreed, without any concern for hygiene, and gently began to work on it. Such a cooperative beauty is rare. Watching this lovely sweetheart diligently working for me in the dim pink light sent a jolt through me, making me feel incredibly tingly. My penis quickly became aroused, so I told her to lie flat on her back, and I thrust hard into her, beginning a missionary-style sex session. As I thrust, I lay on top of her, and we kissed passionately. I responded to her with abandon, thrusting vigorously without slowing down at all. I especially loved grabbing her two big breasts at the same time. They weren't as big as the blonde beauty's breasts, but they were real, about the same size as my wife's, and incredibly soft.
Moreover, this dark-haired beauty's nipples were quite interesting. When aroused, they didn't become hard and protrude; instead, they were naturally flat, even slightly indented. Europeans generally have fairer skin, so their nipples and labia are pink. The beauties I slept with today all had this—a delicate pink color that would make anyone want to take a bite. We Asians, due to melanin deposition, 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 frequent sex will darken a woman's vulva (a "black vulva"). Based on my observation 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 remain pink. The idea of "black vulva" or "pink vulva" is complete nonsense. I felt that just sucking on her breasts like this was exhausting, so I picked her up and played the "lotus position," placing her on my lap and moving her up and down vigorously, rubbing her breasts together with both hands, my mouth constantly at zero distance from her lips—it felt wonderful. I glanced at my wife's side again and saw they were also doing the "Lotus Position" pose. He was making my wife moan softly, her face flushed. After one round, she shyly told the 2-meter guy he was a "naughty boy," which cracked me up. I gave the 2-meter guy a hand signal and whispered something. While the two beauties were wondering what we were discussing, we each picked up the woman we were holding and placed her near the door, her heads facing the door. We then tilted them so they could face each other, allowing them to hug and kiss while we were doing it from behind. This erotic scene became even more arousing. We were both thrusting wildly into the beauties from behind, and the two women, while enjoying our passionate service, were also kissing each other passionately (the dark-haired beauty whispered to my wife that she really liked her, haha). It wasn't until then that I looked out into the hallway. Good heavens, there were layers upon layers of people surrounding it, and several single men were masturbating with obvious gusto. One of them, an Italian-looking man, even offered his penis to the beautiful woman between my legs, wanting her to lick it. Unfortunately, I didn't know her well, and I didn't know if the dark-haired woman would agree. Besides, she was having a great time with my wife, so I dragged her further into the small room to avoid being disturbed.
We played like this for quite a while, then the 2-meter man suddenly got up and prepared to leave with the dark-haired woman. We later guessed he probably ejaculated too quickly (why did I encounter so many men all night, none of them as good as me?). After ejaculating, most men want to leave as soon as possible, even if the woman is beautiful; I'm sure everyone feels the same way. We didn't try to stop them. They were just strangers, and as long as everyone had fun, that was enough. We said goodbye reluctantly, my wife gave her a good blowjob, and I took full advantage of her. After they left, we realized we'd forgotten to ask their names or if they were Dutch.
Just then, loud moaning came from the room to the right. At first, we laughed, wondering who was making such a racket, but then we realized our own moaning here was probably just as loud. My wife blushed 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, the only constant was the endless stream of live sex acts; the only changes were the male actors, female actors, and the casual spectators. 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.
The Final Frenzy
: It's almost 3 AM now, and they close at 4 AM. We've already noticed a significant decrease in the number of people compared to 12 AM. I even checked the changing room; the number of people changing clothes to go home starts to gradually increase after 2 AM. So, the best time for hookups is between 12 AM and 3 AM. Around 11 PM, people start undressing, and everyone's too reserved. After 3 AM, everyone's exhausted or has already gone home. Therefore, making the most of those three hours is crucial to maximizing your fun tonight. For example, while we had a lot of fun, if we factored in the two meal breaks and were more efficient, and had enough energy, we could have met even more attractive men and women (many on the second floor are willing to change).
After two rounds of physical activity, we were both a bit tired, but I thought, "We flew all this way here to have fun; how can we go back to the hotel without playing until closing time?" My wife was actually quite tired by this point, but she's amazing. For my sake, she gritted her teeth and wore high heels to come upstairs with me to continue our hunt (she doesn't usually wear these pointed high heels; she finds them too tiring to walk in. Walking up and down the stairs all night was really tough on her).
We had just had a great time on the second floor, so we decided not to go there this time and head 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 after 12 am it's packed until closing time, as mentioned before). We went back to the corner where we had sex last time and looked around carefully. I noticed that aloof woman who refused to be touched was still there. They'd changed locations countless times; I'd seen them having sex in three different places since last time, and it'd been almost three hours. I truly admire their stamina and their passion. Here, however, taking advantage of the situation is perfectly acceptable, so I naturally took advantage of it again, stroking 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, who had 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 quite like her, but I feel the blonde beauty is even more beautiful and elegant, especially her perfect figure—slender like a Chinese person's, which is rare among Western women who generally have thick thighs.
We looked around, but apart from this old acquaintance, there weren't any other couples that caught our eye (actually, it's probably because the couple we were looking for was fashionable, pretty, and young; there were actually at least 10 other couples in this little attic, and many of them showed great interest in us. For example, a guy behind us seemed to really enjoy licking my wife's feet). Just as I was still looking around, my wife pulled me close, blushing, and said she didn't want to play with 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 time on 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). We saw that blonde beauty couple again here; they were doing it in the very center. Did you lose it or not just now? Everyone was busy, and there were many intermediaries, so we didn't go over to say hello or exchange condoms. A large group of people around us were having sex like madmen, the room filled with moans and shouts. Used condoms were everywhere. I was working hard on her, large beads of sweat dripping onto her fragrant body. She was also screaming loudly—truly screaming. Here, if you didn't scream, no one would hear you because it was so noisy. Finally, she had a violent spasm deep inside her, and then she hugged me tightly with a satisfied look, saying apologetically that she had already come first. She was lucky to be last, enjoying the whole night comfortably. I was more pathetic. Although I had slept with quite a few pretty girls that night, and I had been saving my bullets for later, I still hadn't come by the end. I felt like I was missing out, haha.
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. That woman's breasts were absolutely stunning, maybe an M size? (If that size exists). This curious girl even went up to them and kissed them, 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 the room. 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 wandered aimlessly around the second floor a couple more times, but didn't see any attractive men or women, so we decided to go back downstairs to rest again. This time we were both quite tired, 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 chaotic crowd 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 "seven times a night" men (I've never seen or heard of such extraordinary people around me). These kinds of people could just stay in the third-floor orgy room and never come out; I guarantee you'd have an unforgettable night.
We chose a seat near the dance floor and suddenly noticed that the blonde girl was still dancing tirelessly and joyfully, dancing with such passion and exuberance that it made you feel the boundless energy of life. While writing this article, I specifically looked for a photo gallery and found that the blonde girl in the picture looks very similar to the girl in this picture, especially her temperament and smiling face. However, the real blonde girl is a bit older than the one in the picture and appears more mature and alluring.
Neither of us knows how to dance, nor do we like dancing at all. Otherwise, given our excited state that day, we definitely would have gone down and danced with her, and maybe we could have even had a fling, haha.
We reluctantly circled the second floor again, realizing it was truly closing time; every room was empty, and the staff had started clearing the room. Considering there was nothing left to see, we decided not to waste any more time and went down to the bar to get our keys and some drinks. Thinking about driving later, I didn't get any alcoholic beverages, just two Cokes to quench my thirst. On the 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, more so than the two men who had patronized the area before him, and the two women he brought were also quite attractive. I thought the two women were quite 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, so I walked away. I turned back and deliberately greeted the man, who chatted with me enthusiastically. I asked him how his night went, and he immediately told me, looking miserable, that he hadn't done anything. I thought to myself, "You brought two women with you, 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" (I was telling the truth, I might have underestimated it), and then left him there. Later, when I told my wife about this, she exclaimed, "Why didn't you let me meet such a handsome guy? I'd be interested!" Actually, we both knew... We were confident we could get them to come to our hotel for an after-party, but we were simply too exhausted—literally, utterly worn out—so we had to give up.
As 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 top-notch—good skin, good looks, and good figures, including my wife, haha). I greeted her: "Hi, Bye!" Just two words, but I think everything was understood. Let's all remember this unforgettable night.
While we were changing, another strange 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 very enjoyable night. We couldn't find a handsome guy to have some fun with. We laughed at that; these Dutch people are so direct! She then called her husband over to watch. My goodness, her husband was as big and strong as a bear, over 1.90 meters tall, and three times my width across. He clearly really liked my wife, praising her beauty repeatedly. He even suggested an after-party at his house. He said an American guy (who had flown in two days specifically for a party and was flying back to America the next day) was also going to his house for the after-party, making a total of three couples. My goodness, we had to check out the next day and had an early morning flight. Plus, we were completely exhausted, so we declined their invitation. He later gave me his email address, but unfortunately, I couldn't send the emails to that address; they kept failing. Before leaving, he even took a good look at my wife's breasts. I wasn't very interested in her, so I didn't touch them.
After getting dressed, we followed the crowd to the parking lot. I drove to the gas station to fill up (we had to return the car today; it was a rental). (Fill up the gas!) I watched the men and women filling up their tanks, wondering if they'd been to that club too, or maybe they'd been to another club tonight. The other side of the Netherlands is so delightful! The red-light district window girls we see are commonplace, but the Dutch swinger clubs are a different story, definitely worth exploring.
We were exhausted when we got back to the hotel (an after-party at this point was practically torture!). As the first rays of dawn rose, our Dutch swinger club trip came to a complete end.
Postscript:
We still often joke about what we saw and heard at the swinger clubs, and we've even been to local swinger clubs now. Contrary to what some might think, these activities haven't affected our relationship at all; in fact, they've strengthened it. Because comparison leads to preference, and we 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 (to join a swinger club)... (The club is a place where both parties can have a great time and it can also strengthen their relationship.) We put this into practice,
and in retrospect, we were certain it truly enhanced our bond and was incredibly fun and enjoyable. I'm not going to keep anything secret, so I'm sharing everything—the causes and consequences, the preparations, the successes and failures, and my own thoughts—with everyone. This is also the best way to preserve this experience for both of us. Putting it all online means that we can easily search for it whenever we want to reminisce, without having to store it on our computers for fear of being seen by others.

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