Luck was finally on our side again and we found the right date for our third visit to the Fantasy swingers club. This time, though, we set aside our worries about the crowd and booked November 17th — a Friday and a public holiday. A couple here on amateri had warned us it might get packed, so we showed up a minute after opening. The man who let us in was probably the owner, and after assuring us we weren't too early, he showed us inside.
The first difference from the Tuesday events was that we weren't greeted by one but by three very friendly and lovely young women. It looked like the organizers were expecting a big turnout too. The second difference was the choice of wristbands. We were determined to meet someone that night, so for the first time we took blue wristbands, which signal to others that you're open to making contact. Then, as always, we got a locker, went to put our things away, and came back to the bar. One of the bartenders immediately set down our welcome drinks, and to this day we have no idea what's in them. The only thing we know is that one of the liquids glows a greenish color under the UV light. My girlfriend never really liked the taste and the color scared her, so we ordered rosé right away and went to sit down.
As the first couple there, we picked what was for us the ideal spot: we both had a direct view of the stairs that every newly arriving couple had to come down to reach the bar. So we enjoyed our wine, made small talk, and rated the new arrivals to each other. At first a few older couples came in who didn't really catch our eye, but gradually some younger, very attractive people started showing up, which was a nice surprise. Within barely an hour the bar area was almost full.
We sat like that for a while and still nobody was talking to anyone. Then out of nowhere a woman arrived with her husband and a friend and immediately struck up a conversation with several couples, including us. Breaking the ice did us all good — everyone relaxed and our little group had a great chat. After a good while, the woman and her men set off to explore. We exchanged a few more words with one couple from the group and then headed for the lockers. Up to that point my girlfriend had still been in her sweater and skirt. She kept the skirt but took off the sweater, revealing a pink lace outfit that was even slightly see-through. I had on grey trousers with a belt, a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and a black waistcoat. We both loved what the other was wearing.
So off we went to look around the rooms, but it didn't take long before we slipped into a small red chamber with mirrors on the wall and the ceiling. That kicked off the second part of the fun. I couldn't wait any longer. Looking at my beauty all evening fills my head with so many thoughts and fantasies that I didn't even know which one to make come true first. The first thing I had to do was kiss her. I laid her down on the bed and lost myself in her lips. I could feel how much she wanted me, just as much as I wanted her.
Suddenly I hear a woman's unfamiliar voice. I didn't catch much — my mind was firmly fixed on my tongue. But my girlfriend answers, "Sure, feel free to join," and the next thing I see is the couple from our little discussion circle lying down behind her. After a while my girlfriend wants to return the favor with her mouth; I kneel back and she knows exactly how to work me. On top of that, I can see the woman next to her teasing her with her hand.
My body starts to grumble and protest, but my mind shoots down every attempt at sabotage right away. Because in there it's just my woman and just this one moment. And that mindset soon delivered exactly what it should. After a performance like that, we both agreed we needed a break and at least a jug of water. So I put just my trousers back on and we moved back to the couches at the bar.
While resting, we unfortunately found out that the chatty woman and her husband were leaving. At least we swapped contacts with them and said goodbye. After some refreshments, we also stopped by the gloryhole room. To finish — since we have a rule that we always end a Fantasy visit somewhere alone together — we found a free red chamber again, where we made sure nobody came in, tactfully turning away every such attempt. To fully cap off the night, we hopped into the hot tub for a few minutes.
Both very tired and even more satisfied, we paid up, and as we got into our Bolt we agreed that next time we're definitely going to the same event.