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Repost - Yesterday I went to a group sex bar by myself. My head is still spinning. A bizarre and real account. 

I saw an article about multi-person culture abroad and found it very interesting. I left a message for the original author saying I'd share it with fellow enthusiasts, and I'd delete it immediately if he didn't want it .
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Every Wednesday is a welcome day for couples and single men. My wife and I discussed it, and she allowed me to go. Last night, I worked a little overtime, quickly ate dinner, and went to the bar. Before entering, I had a few words with my wife on the phone and handed my phone to the burly security guard at the entrance.

My initial observation
was around 9 or 10 pm; the most comfortable sofa booths were all occupied by white people, with a few Indians occasionally. I could only find a corner seat at the bar. Next to me sat a super-strong white man in a black polo shirt. If I met him in the office, he would probably look like the deputy manager of the next department. Later, I learned he was from South Africa. (I'll call him South African from now on.)

Speaking of the Indians, they were quite interesting.
There were a few Indian men in suits—yes, you read that right, suits. Complete gray suits, complete with ties. One of them was with a girl who looked quite young, but she must have been an adult, otherwise the security at the bar entrance wouldn't have allowed them in. (Hereafter referred to as the man in the suit and the young girl.)

The other Indians were clearly dressed as programmers. One programmer, let's call him Programmer A, became incredibly excited later on. (Hereafter referred to as the unrestrained programmer.) Another programmer sat looking nervous and uneasy, seemingly uncomfortable no matter how he sat. (Hereafter referred to as the shy programmer.)

A group of middle-aged and elderly white men occupied the prime central seats. Most of the men were pot-bellied, wearing the kind of short-sleeved floral shirts commonly seen at the beach (hereafter referred to as the chubby white beachers), except for one thin, small white uncle whose attire gave me the initial impression of a very experienced accountant (hereafter referred to as the accountant). They were sitting around a woman who looked to be in her late twenties, wearing a short skirt. (Hereafter referred to as the hot middle-aged woman.)

At the booths on the side were two young white couples. One white woman looked slender (let's call them the average white couple), while the other woman was enormous, easily weighing over 200 pounds (let's call her the "large lady"). Her husband, surprisingly, looked small and thin among the white people (let's call him the "small husband"). When they sat down, the women were all wearing long office dresses, and the men were mostly in polo shirts or short-sleeved shirts, just like the neighbors you'd see in the neighborhood.

A man with an Asian face who seemed familiar with both couples, but spoke very fluent English, had huge pectoral muscles and large tattoos that made him look very imposing (let's call him the "muscular man").
In the corner sat another Asian man who looked very young, like a student (let's call him the "perverted student"). I had intended to sit next to him when I entered the bar, but he avoided my gaze, so I moved to another spot.
Oh, and in another corner sat an elderly white man who looked very frail, and he was in a wheelchair! His wheelchair wasn't like the kind you see in movies where wealthy people live; instead, it was draped with old scarves and such. While not exactly homeless, it certainly wasn't exactly neat or presentable. (Hereafter, we'll call him "Wheelchair Grandpa.")
By the way, about me: I was wearing a dark-patterned houndstooth collared shirt I bought in Japan, the cuffs casually rolled up. It made me seem less out of place.
At that moment, the male-to-female ratio was roughly 1:4, with about 25 people in total.

Warm-up
: I just sat down next to the South African and we introduced ourselves. I said this was my second time here; last time I came with my wife on a weekend, but she was scared and left before the event even started. This time, my wife approved of my coming because we both deeply love each other, blah blah blah (looking back, I was such a clueless newbie, why did I even say that to him?). He said this was probably his fifth time here, and he loved it. He said my wife had no reason to be shy; the Asian women here were absolutely goddesses of the day, and everyone would be pursuing them. He even wanted to share a website where he'd successfully found threesomes several times locally, but unfortunately, he didn't have a phone.
We chatted about this and that for half an hour. Seeing the "perverted student" not far away, almost motionless, none of them had their phones, and he was no exception, just sitting there.

The music changed, and the music got louder.
A hot middle-aged woman in a plaid woolen miniskirt started dancing on the pole, even doing a split. Back at their booth, she passionately kissed the "fat white guy by the sea," kissing him so much that he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a belly as big as a Buddha's.
The South African man sitting next to me got up and went to the changing room to change into a bathrobe. Joining their chatter, while the hot middle-aged woman took turns kissing the fat white guy by the sea, his hand was already inside her skirt, groping her.
The plus-size lady and the regular white woman, these two pairs of friends, both took off their office dresses.
Underneath were open-crotch lace shaping bra sets. Suddenly, I felt the plus-size lady was kind of beautiful. Friends, have you ever seen real G-cup breasts? This time I did.

The shy Indian programmer sitting not far away seemed even more at a loss.
The unrestrained programmer wanted to join them and started groping them, but they politely declined, saying they wanted to chat with acquaintances first. (The bar music was loud, I couldn't hear clearly, just guessing.)
After the hot middle-aged woman started dancing in sexy lingerie, I felt really hot; my shirt was suffocating me. I went to change too.

The first time I went, I didn't participate in the changing. This time, I discovered that the changing rooms were unisex, with only two separate toilet stalls that could be locked, meaning everyone was naked in the changing rooms.
After changing, I passed the "bed area" and found it was already full. There were at least 3 people on one bed, some 4, and even one woman had 10 hands groping her all over, and her moans showed she was really enjoying herself, with a penis in each hand, busy having a great time.

Unfortunately, the perverted student wanted to join but was politely refused.
The unrestrained programmer, however, grabbed the hot middle-aged woman, took off his glasses, took a deep breath, and started frantically licking her vagina. The hot middle-aged woman was flexing her legs, and I saw that she had a penis stud! This was the first time in my life I'd ever seen this in person; I think it was practically acrobatics!

A muscular man was fucking a regular white woman from behind, and she was screaming like crazy. Most houses abroad are wooden structures with poor soundproofing, so I guess she hadn't screamed that loud in a long time; she was practically screaming herself hoarse.
Me, the skinny accountant, the perverted student, the man in the suit, the young woman, and some other NPCs sat around the bed, watching their battle. Sometimes, when the woman on the bed got really into it, she'd grab at our penises, intentionally or unintentionally. I also gave her a little groping, and discovered that this hot, middle-aged woman even had nipple piercings—amazing!

I encountered other Chinese people.
I went to get a glass of iced water. The ice machine was near the exit, and I heard Chinese. I peeked out and saw the proprietress explaining the facilities to two Chinese people. The young Chinese man was speaking to another translator, and I vaguely heard, "We need to keep this place clean too."
One of the Chinese men looked to be in his early twenties. The other woman (I'll call her Auntie Sister from now on), almost 50, wore glasses and a wrinkled coat.
I guessed they were probably in the cleaning business and came to discuss some deals. (In foreign countries, independent cleaning contractors, while not exactly high-end jobs, are still much wealthier than the average worker, so it's not surprising that they'd come to discuss business at 10 am, especially since cleaning at bar hours is something only hardworking Chinese people are willing to do.)
The two of them looked very upright, like they were listening to a museum tour, and they clearly maintained social distance even when standing together. They didn't show any of the shyness of other newlywed couples or the knowing, lingering glances of seasoned professionals.

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I was shy and didn't dare ask if I could join. My little brother was also a bit of a letdown yesterday, nervously keeping his head down.
I went to the restroom, passed the SM section, and saw a white guy whipping a woman with a small leather whip. I couldn't see who it was, but it didn't matter; I was indifferent.
Then I passed the swing and penetration bed, where a large-breasted lady was being vigorously fucked by a man, while a free-spirited programmer next to her was sucking her breasts.
I noticed the man wasn't wearing a condom. I wondered, are these foreigners so wild? Aren't they afraid of getting diseases? Then I realized that the man must be my husband, because they were both wearing matching wedding rings! My god, seeing this scene still shocked me a bit.
At that moment, my husband, slightly bowing, asked if I wanted to take over.
It felt like when I went to his office and he asked if I wanted a drink, or when we smoked together and he lit my cigarette with his lighter, or like when he opened a bag of cookies and casually asked if I wanted a piece.
I said I needed a moment to catch my breath; his wife's breasts were beautiful. I pinched her nipple again. Just then, the South African man walked by. This social terrorist directly asked the smaller husband if he could switch places with him, and then started attacking. I was stunned, friends! The F-cup was swaying back and forth in my hand, and now someone else was attacking her.
The smaller husband loves his wife so much; he casually picked up a vibrating massager next to him, put a cover on it, and handed it to his wife. The larger lady was super fat, and she shoved the vibrating massager hard against her labia, her thick labia completely covering it. An

unexpected encounter within an unexpected encounter
I touched it for a while, then got tired and remembered I was going to the restroom.
I opened the changing room door and saw the auntie I thought was a cleaning lady (I'll call her Auntie Sister from now on) changing into her bathrobe. She was only wearing underwear underneath, and the rest of her body was bare.
She saw me and smiled shyly. I was stunned.
The 20 or so young men with her seemed to have intended to watch the door so she could change alone. But this was a group sex bar, and nobody paid any attention to them.
Everyone was running in and out, and the young man and the older woman exchanged a glance. She didn't say anything and continued undressing.
I went to the toilet stall with a closed door to relieve myself. I heard some moaning from next door.
When I came out, the door next door opened, and the Indian man in the suit came out first, still impeccably tailored and impeccably dressed. The young Indian woman followed, heading straight to the sink and frantically rinsing her mouth with tap water… This Indian guy was really… incredibly pretentious.
When I came out again, the Chinese young man was gone. I saw the older woman being groped by a thin white man. She looked both scared and expectant, covering her face with her hands, unable to stop giggling, then suddenly her face turned awkward. Since
I had nothing else to do, I told her, "The rule here is that if you say stop, the other person has to stop." She said, "Can you tell him for me? I'm afraid the foreigner's penis is too big, I can't handle it."
I said, "Sister, how can I tell him for me? You have to tell him yourself." I found a corner to watch the group sex happening on the other beds, and walked away for a while. 69, gang rape, and so on, the screams were deafening.
A little while later, the woman sat down next to me with a drink. I chatted casually: "You two came together, you should join the weekend session, that's where the real fun begins." She chuckled and said she'd been abroad for almost two months, her flight was tomorrow, and besides, it wasn't Wednesday, so there were plenty of single men. I didn't ask who the man was, I just said: "Do you come often?" She said this was her second time in over ten years.
I asked again: "Didn't you invite your husband?" She said: "He's not too comfortable with it, it's better to come alone and have fun." I joked: "According to one of the four great Chinese proverbs: 'Since you're already here, shouldn't you try out the foreign thrills here?'" She laughed heartily and said: "Little brother, you're right. It's a pity we can't keep in touch often." I said yes, I'm not going back to China either.
A little while later, I saw the woman with one inserted into her vagina, her expression a mixture of pain and pleasure. She was holding two more, gently kissing the glans penis with a sheath, gripping it with incredible vigor. Upon
closer inspection, I realized the man working hard beneath her was the perverted student, still silent, head down, relentlessly thrusting.
My Chinese stomach still prefers Chinese food.
A little while later, she went to change her clothes, and her young man in his twenties was waiting for her at the changing room door. He seemed like her bodyguard. This woman was incredibly mysterious and interesting; she left quickly, giving me a warm hug after changing.
I felt too hot, so I found a less crowded room.

I discovered the elderly man in the wheelchair in that room, with the youngest woman there, a beautiful woman with brown skin, sitting on his lap. The woman was completely naked, and it seemed the man was sucking and biting her, his hands probing her genitals. The man, however, only had his pants pulled down to his knees. They occupied a corner of the room, the beautiful woman's back to us, her beautiful waist and hips on full display. Another NPC and I sat on a bench, slowly admiring her. I touched it and realized it was a "wooden donkey" with a fake penis sticking out. Luckily, I didn't sit on it.

After a while, I smelled a strong stench of urine in the room, so I left.
By then, it was almost 11 o'clock. Another young couple arrived at the bar. The girl immediately took off all her tops, leaving only a thong, and started having sex on the lobby sofa. They politely declined everyone who wanted to join in, just going at it hard. Their eyes were even filled with longing, a tender and lingering beauty that was indescribable.

Not far away, a muscular man who had already had many encounters saw this, grabbed a regular white woman next to him, pinned her down, and started putting on a condom. The white woman screamed as she was penetrated. At this moment, the muscular man lifted her legs. I thought it was just a common position for hard penetration, but unexpectedly, he lifted the white woman's legs together and put her two big toes in his mouth to savor them. My God...
I turned around and saw the old man in the wheelchair had returned to the lobby, vigorously pounding a massage stick into the young brown-haired girl. The girl's afro-like hair was bobbing up and down with her pleasure, much like the roly-poly toys we played with as kids.

It was almost midnight, and I was excited, I was aroused, but my penis still wouldn't get hard. Although my wife approves of me having sex with other men, there's no need to force it. She's probably still waiting for my call, hoping to know I'm safe. I paid the bar bill and went home.

When I got home, I video-chatted with my wife, my penis was rock hard, and I ejaculated into the phone, groaning for quite a while, spraying a lot of semen. I had to frantically clean up after myself.
I'm just not destined to eat out...

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