Personal experience with the Dutch Swinger Club

The following is an abridged version because the original was too detailed and might violate regulations. Therefore, this is only a brief introduction to the author's personal experience. Of course, I personally feel that this kind of club format allows people to completely let go of themselves and all the so-called morals and bottom lines that bind them, so they can release and overdraw their bodies without any scruples. Couples dating in China is a gentle, gradual, small-scale, and mostly love-guided way. We went to Rotterdam, Netherlands specifically for a trip. I will omit the details of transportation and visas, as there is plenty of information online. We toured the area first and then rushed back to the hotel that night to prepare. My wife's outfit that day caught my eye. She wore makeup that suited her very well, plus false eyelashes, smoky eyes, a black trench coat, and black high heels. Underneath, she was even more revealing, wearing semi-transparent black lingerie (held only by a single string) and long black lace stockings, which was incredibly alluring. I was dressed properly in a rather playful T-shirt and jeans, with a pair of shiny red boxer briefs underneath—I'd bought them specifically from an adult store. 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's most famous 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 man 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, a 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, large enough to crawl into for sex. The key was in the wall—four round holes lined up, all allowing you to insert your penis from the outside. Above each hole was a square peep hole. If there was a woman inside, you might get lucky and she'd come over and give you oral sex, or even turn her back to you. 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 inserted penises. Several passing men didn't hesitate to insert their penises into the round holes, waiting for the service. My wife thought it was dirty and didn't let me go, but now I think it might have been quite fun. Once, I saw a couple having sex inside; another time, I 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 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 is the large room in the middle, a separate room with a huge 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 the actions became more and more exaggerated. Later, when we passed by, it was packed with people; you 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 aren't for sticking your penis through, because they're designed so high. You could, however, stick your hand in and touch other men and women. My wife loves to sneak peeks when we pass by, then stick her hand in and touch other women's breasts. I remember most vividly her touching a couple having sex in a corner; the woman was very beautiful, but the man was an old man with white hair… and she excitedly exclaimed, "Real breasts! Real breasts!" Okay, fine, don't get so excited… Further on, next to the changing room on the right, the third room is decorated in pink, with pink neon lights illuminating the walls, making the room look incredibly glamorous. The main entrance is a large heart-shaped archway facing the corridor. The archway is so big 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 once. More details later. 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. 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, big enough for my head to squeeze through; they're disguised with white curtains, but 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 at the same time. It was always packed. I loved peeking through 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. I 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 that leads to the most famous and must-see spot, Orgy. The room is worth mentioning. 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 to avoid getting stuck. After going up the stairs, on the left is a loft with a high ceiling, 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, and you definitely can't stand up inside. Therefore, 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. Many mattresses are already laid out on the floor. The design is extremely simple, with no decorations, but when it's crowded, 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 climbed up two or three times and only found one couple upstairs. We thought the room was a misnomer, so we went downstairs to drink in silence. Sitting downstairs near 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 (this happened several times later, showing that beautiful Asian women are very popular here). After we sat down, the 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 our first hookup invitation of the night. We had no idea if we were right or if we'd meet someone prettier later. So, we went upstairs and wandered around aimlessly. Suddenly, I saw a very beautiful blonde woman, tall and 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; 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 is a bit rougher, slightly squarer, not as pointed, but she's still incredibly beautiful. I must especially praise the buffet restaurant on the first floor. It has over ten dishes and five or six kinds of grilled meat, including steak, pork chops, chicken breast, etc. I don't remember the others, but I have a strong impression of the chicken breast. It's pre-marinated chicken breast, just placed on the grill and cooked for about 10 minutes on each side. If you want it more cooked, cook for another 15 minutes each. 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 seemed to have never gone 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; 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 activity (in fact, most people born in the 90s are tall enough; men just need to build some muscle, and women can wear makeup). As long as you're bold and 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. However, if you have enough energy and charm, you can 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 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. ... (details omitted). We reluctantly circled the second floor one last time, only to find that it was really closing time. Every room was empty, and the staff had started clearing the place out. 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 some drinks. Thinking that we would be driving later, I didn't get 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 those two women 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 didn't even mention it)," and then 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'm 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 too exhausted at the time—literally, we were completely worn out and had to give up. When we went to the changing room, we coincidentally saw that black-haired beauty again. She was still so beautiful even under the bright lights of the changing room, like a school beauty queen in a school changing 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 good skin, good looks, and good figures, including my wife, haha). I took the initiative to greet her: "Hi," "Bye!" Just two words, but I think everything is understood without saying a word. Let's all remember this unforgettable night. While we were changing, another bizarre thing happened: we were actually hit on 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 really 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 house for an after-party, saying there was a young American guy (who had flown in two days specifically for a party and was flying back to America the next day) also going to his house for an after-party. There were three couples at the party. My goodness, we had to check out tomorrow and had an early morning flight to catch. We were completely exhausted, so we declined their invitation. He later gave me his email address, but I couldn't send it to that address no matter what I tried. Before leaving, he even took a good look at his wife's breasts. I wasn't particularly 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 rented, so I needed a full tank). Watching the men and women filling up, I wondered if they had been to that club, or perhaps another club tonight. The other side of the Netherlands is surprisingly delightful. The red-light district window girls are commonplace, but the Dutch swinger clubs are another side of the Netherlands, 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... This concludes my club travelogue.This woman never seemed to go up (I kept looking around up there and never saw her). Actually, quite a few 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 them at the teppanyaki area 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; men can build some muscle, and women can wear makeup, and that's fine). As long as you're bold and 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 kind of intermission. However, if you have enough energy and charm, you can 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 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. ... (details omitted). We reluctantly circled the second floor one last time, only to find that it was really closing time. Every room was empty, and the staff had started clearing the place out. 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 some drinks. Thinking that we would be driving later, I didn't get 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 those two women 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 didn't even mention it)," and then 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'm 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 too exhausted at the time—literally, we were completely worn out and had to give up. When we went to the changing room, we coincidentally saw that black-haired beauty again. She was still so beautiful even under the bright lights of the changing room, like a school beauty queen in a school changing 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 good skin, good looks, and good figures, including my wife, haha). I took the initiative to greet her: "Hi," "Bye!" Just two words, but I think everything is understood without saying a word. Let's all remember this unforgettable night. While we were changing, another bizarre thing happened: we were actually hit on 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 really 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 house for an after-party, saying there was a young American guy (who had flown in two days specifically for a party and was flying back to America the next day) also going to his house for an after-party. There were three couples at the party. My goodness, we had to check out tomorrow and had an early morning flight to catch. We were completely exhausted, so we declined their invitation. He later gave me his email address, but I couldn't send it to that address no matter what I tried. Before leaving, he even took a good look at his wife's breasts. I wasn't particularly 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 rented, so I needed a full tank). Watching the men and women filling up, I wondered if they had been to that club, or perhaps another club tonight. The other side of the Netherlands is surprisingly delightful. The red-light district window girls are commonplace, but the Dutch swinger clubs are another side of the Netherlands, 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... This concludes my club travelogue.This woman never seemed to go up (I kept looking around up there and never saw her). Actually, quite a few 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 them at the teppanyaki area 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; men can build some muscle, and women can wear makeup, and that's fine). As long as you're bold and 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 kind of intermission. However, if you have enough energy and charm, you can 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 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. ... (details omitted). We reluctantly circled the second floor one last time, only to find that it was really closing time. Every room was empty, and the staff had started clearing the place out. 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 some drinks. Thinking that we would be driving later, I didn't get 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 those two women 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 didn't even mention it)," and then 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'm 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 too exhausted at the time—literally, we were completely worn out and had to give up. When we went to the changing room, we coincidentally saw that black-haired beauty again. She was still so beautiful even under the bright lights of the changing room, like a school beauty queen in a school changing 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 good skin, good looks, and good figures, including my wife, haha). I took the initiative to greet her: "Hi," "Bye!" Just two words, but I think everything is understood without saying a word. Let's all remember this unforgettable night. While we were changing, another bizarre thing happened: we were actually hit on 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 really 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 house for an after-party, saying there was a young American guy (who had flown in two days specifically for a party and was flying back to America the next day) also going to his house for an after-party. There were three couples at the party. My goodness, we had to check out tomorrow and had an early morning flight to catch. We were completely exhausted, so we declined their invitation. He later gave me his email address, but I couldn't send it to that address no matter what I tried. Before leaving, he even took a good look at his wife's breasts. I wasn't particularly 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 rented, so I needed a full tank). Watching the men and women filling up, I wondered if they had been to that club, or perhaps another club tonight. The other side of the Netherlands is surprisingly delightful. The red-light district window girls are commonplace, but the Dutch swinger clubs are another side of the Netherlands, 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... This concludes my club travelogue."Just two words, but I think everything is understood without saying a word. Let's all remember this unforgettable night. While we were changing, another bizarre thing happened: we were actually hit on 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 really 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, repeatedly praising her beauty. He even suggested going to his house for an after-party, saying there was a young American guy (who flew in two days ago specifically for a party and to have sex, and was flying back to America the next day) also going to his house for an after-party." There were three couples at the party. My goodness, we had to check out tomorrow and had an early morning flight to catch. We were completely exhausted, so we declined their invitation. He later gave me his email address, but I couldn't send it to that address no matter what I tried. Before leaving, he even took a good look at his wife's breasts. I wasn't particularly 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 rented, so I needed a full tank). Watching the men and women filling up, I wondered if they had been to that club, or perhaps another club tonight. The other side of the Netherlands is surprisingly delightful. The red-light district window girls are commonplace, but the Dutch swinger clubs are another side of the Netherlands, 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... This concludes my club travelogue."Just two words, but I think everything is understood without saying a word. Let's all remember this unforgettable night. While we were changing, another bizarre thing happened: we were actually hit on 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 really 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, repeatedly praising her beauty. He even suggested going to his house for an after-party, saying there was a young American guy (who flew in two days ago specifically for a party and to have sex, and was flying back to America the next day) also going to his house for an after-party." There were three couples at the party. My goodness, we had to check out tomorrow and had an early morning flight to catch. We were completely exhausted, so we declined their invitation. He later gave me his email address, but I couldn't send it to that address no matter what I tried. Before leaving, he even took a good look at his wife's breasts. I wasn't particularly 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 rented, so I needed a full tank). Watching the men and women filling up, I wondered if they had been to that club, or perhaps another club tonight. The other side of the Netherlands is surprisingly delightful. The red-light district window girls are commonplace, but the Dutch swinger clubs are another side of the Netherlands, 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... This concludes my club travelogue.

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