[FM] Me and Ben go to a sex show. The closest I’ve ever come to group sex.

This is another story about me and Ben. It takes place during the summer after my first year at university, and it is about one of the kinkiest things I have ever done in my life. It’s also probably the last story about Ben which I will write, because I’m running out of naughty stories to tell. Being the kinkiest, I’ve deliberately left this one until last.

It is coming to the end of the summer. After getting together at the end of our summer term (as told in this story [here](https://redd.it/67nceg) ), Ben and I have been a couple for around three months.

For the last two weeks of the summer, we have been traveling around Europe. Staying in hostels, walking in the countryside, having sex on beaches. It has been a lovely holiday. Towards the end of the second week we arrive in Amsterdam, out last stop before heading black to England. I’m a few months pregnant at this point, not with Ben’s baby, but that doesn’t bother him. Nearly four months in, my baby bump is showing clearly, and my libido, already high, has gone insane. We’ve spent the whole holiday having endless sex, and it has been incredible – still one of the best holidays of my life!

Our first night in Amsterdam we are looking at the guide book, planning the things we want to do. Being pregnant means I can’t drink or take drugs but that’s ok, neither of us much want to do either of those things. There are a few things I want to see and do, and horny pervert that I am, visiting the red light district is right at the top of that list. Ben, being much more shy and reserved, isn’t so sure.

‘But why,’ he says. ‘It’s not like either of us want a prostitute.’

‘We could go to a sex show,’ I say. ‘Marie says there are some really good ones.’

Marie is a close friend of mine. Burlesque dancer, stripper, nude model, and (I strongly suspect) occasional escort, she is very much in touch with the world of adult entertainment, and has spent time working (at what, I don’t exactly know) in Amsterdam.

‘But what happens exactly?’ He asks, not unreasonably. ‘Do we just sit like in a theatre and watch people have sex? Won’t that be weird?’

‘I’m not sure,’ I say. ‘Let’s call up Marie and ask her.’

We finish up our drinks then head out into the street where it’s quiet, and call Marie. She answers, and I get straight to the point.

‘Hey Marie, it’s Jenny. Ben and I are in Amsterdam, and we want to go to a sex show.’

‘Hey!’ She exclaims. ‘Great choice. You’ll love it!’

‘Ok yeah,’ I say, ‘but we’re not sure how it works, or even where to go for a show.’

‘Ok, get a pen,’ she says, sounding businesslike. I fish a pen out of my bag. ‘There are loads of different types, loads, some are really seedy all the way up to your exclusive private shows.’

‘Hmm yeah, I don’t think we can afford a private one,’ I say.

‘Nah, private ones are crap anyway. You want to go to one of the smart places which has private booths. If you’re going as a couple you’re going to want privacy while you watch. There aren’t many good ones which are clean but I can tell you where to go. You’ll need to book today probably for a few days time. It gets busy.’

She tells me the name of a place, plus address and phone number. It’s only around a mile from where we are, so we decide to walk over and check it out.

We arrive at a building which looks just like a hotel. It’s close to the red light district but not actually in it, and it gives nothing to indicate what goes on inside. There is a smart reception, up a few steps, with a woman sitting behind a desk. I’m starting to seriously doubt whether we’ve come to the right place, but she smiles and says hello, so I figure, what the hell – I might as well say what Marie told me to say: So I smile back and say ‘Hi, we were hoping to book a ticket for a show.’

‘No problem,’ she says, in good English with a slight Dutch accent. She opens a diary in front of her. ‘When do you want to come? I’ve got nothing today, but I have a few slots tomorrow afternoon.’ Ben and I glance at each other. ‘Do you want straight, lesbian or group?’ She looks at us, her pen hovering.

‘Umm, straight please,’ I say. Ben, bless him, is blushing from his head to the tips of his toes.

‘Ok, next slot I have for a straight show is 3pm tomorrow. One hour show.’ She tells us the price. ‘Do you want to book?’

I can tell Ben is too embarrassed to speak; even I am slightly blushing! But I do want to see a show, and though the price is high Marie did tell us this place was the best. ‘Ok,’ I say, ‘yes please.’

She takes our names and a deposit, and tells us to come back at 2.45pm the following day – just like a doctors appointment! We walk out calmly, down the steps to the street, then collapse in a fit of giggles. ‘It was like booking to see the dentist,’ says Ben. ‘Straight, lesbian or group!!’ Still laughing, we walk back to our hotel.

The next day we go back at the appointed time. The same receptionist takes the rest of our payment then shows us through to a waiting room, which has comfy seats and an assortment of high class porn on the tables. We sit nervously on the edge of one of the sofas; we are the only ones there. After just a couple of minutes another woman comes and tells us to follow her. She leads us into a wide corridor with 5 or 6 doors along one side, and benches along the other. Sitting on the benches opposite some of the doors are two single guys, and one other couple. At the far end is a trolley like a maid’s trolley from a hotel, stacked with white cotton. A maid carries a bundle of sheets out of one of the doors, then collects fresh sheets from her trolley and goes back into the room.

Our guide leads us past the couple sitting opposite the first door. We don’t make eye context. The next door is open and she shows us straight inside. ‘Show starts soon,’ she says. ‘Ends at 4pm. You can leave any time, please leave at 4pm or we will open the door.’ She closes the door behind us.

We are in a three-sided booth, around 8 feet square. Along one side is a low couch, which turns in a L-shape to cross a short distance from the open edge. Across the full width of the open edge is a rope. A sign says ‘you may move the rope but DO NOT CROSS or you will be immediately ejected!!’, in English and Dutch.

There is a stool and a low chair with some cushions. The L-shaped couch appears to be covered in clean sheets, and there are clean sheets hanging from poles along the side walls of the booth, which don’t reach the ceiling but they’re much too tall to see over. The back wall is empty apart from the door.

Holding hands, we walk round the L-shaped couch and up to the rope, and look out. Outside the the booth there are two steps down to a little stage, on which is a bed, illuminated by spotlights. There are a couple of cameras, video cameras I think, on the far side of the bed, which is empty for now. Looking to the left we can see another row of booths, maybe 5 or 6 of them, also pointed at the stage but angled so we can’t see inside them.

We hear the woman who showed us to our booth showing the other couple into the one next to ours, and then each of the single guys, followed by more people in the booths further up. There is at least one more couple at the far end, we hear a woman’s voice and a man’s say ‘thanks’ together.

We sit on the couch, facing the stage. The bed is close, no more than 10 feet from the edge of our booth. I start to feel a tingle of excitement, knowing what we’re going to see. I slide my hand around Ben’s waist, feeling the warmth of his skin as I move under his t-shirt. He turns and kisses me, gentle but sexy, his tongue brushing against mine.

We hear people being shown into the other row of booths. They are further away and harder to hear, but we get the feeling every both has someone in it. For a few minutes, silence falls.

The performers come in from behind the bed, accompanied by the same woman who showed us into the booths. She moves the two video cameras back against the back wall, it seems they are not going to be used today. Then she walks to the front of the stage and says ‘ladies and gentleman, Paul and Renee.’ The performers give a little bow of thanks, and the woman leaves.

The two performers are fully dressed in casual clothes. They are in their mid 20s, both attractive, with no visible make up or jewellery. Renee is a brunette, with tumbling brown hair to the middle of her back, and big boobs under a loose blouse. Paul is conventionally good looking, with a light brown beard and a chiselled chin. He is taller than her and skinny, even with his clothes still on, it’s obvious he works out.

They start by kissing. I guess of course that they were both porn actors, but they seem comfortable with each other and they have good chemistry. The kissing looks real, and sexy, close as we are we can see their tongues meeting and hear their breath.

Sitting on the bench, Ben and I kiss too. He usually lets me take the lead during sex – he’s still comparatively inexperienced – which is almost always fine with me. Today I’m determined to take it slow. I know I will probably only come once in the hour, and I want it to be towards the end, so that I stay interested in the show. I also know that Ben can probably come twice, especially as we didn’t fuck that morning. We just have to pace ourselves.

I move onto Ben’s lap as we kiss, my knees hooked side-saddle over his legs. I have a skirt on, knee length, which rides up as I slide on, letting his hand rest on my bare leg, holding me in place. I wrap my arms around his neck and we kiss passionately; a deep, lingering, sexual kiss. On the stage, Paul and Renee are doing the same. They’re sitting on the bed, kissing, her hands roaming under his shirt and pulling it up to reveal a toned stomach. We both turn to watch as he unbuttons her blouse, kissing down her body as he goes, then pushes it off her shoulders. She pulls it off with one hand and drops it on the floor next to the bed.

She’s wearing a blue lacy bra which gives her plenty of cleavage. Her body is slightly chubby, not porn star toned but real looking and sexy, with olive skin and big boobs. Her nipples are hard, showing clearly through the lace of her bra, and her chest is flushed – she might be an actress, but her arousal is very real.

Ben’s hand wanders up my back, under my t-shirt. He unhooks my bra one-handed, as we both watch the couple on the stage. They kiss some more, clearly taking their time, his hand cupping her breast, rubbing her nipple through the lace of her bra. He bends forward and kisses her neck, then her chest. She pushes a bra strap off her shoulder and he pulls the bra down, then flicks her nipple with his tongue. She squeaks with pleasure, the first real noise either of them have made so far. I look at Ben’s face as he watches them, and slide my hand down the side of my body to feel the bulge in his jeans. I squeeze it gently and he turns back from the show to kiss me again.

With both hands, he lifts my t-shirt up. I let go of his neck so he can pull it off over my head. My bra, already undone, goes with it, leaving me topless on his knee.

I look back at the stage, feeling a sudden thrill from being half naked in front of two strangers. I wonder how much they can see. The spotlights are pointing towards the stage from above and behind us, whereas the booths are in near darkness. I guess they can’t see much – but I feel a thrill nonetheless.

On the stage Paul is kissing Renee’s breasts. Her bra is off now, and he’s cupping them both as he moves back up to kiss her mouth. Without the bra her tits are a lovely shape – firm and round but very natural, with dark nipples in the middle of large, brown areola.

Copying them, Ben slides his fingers over my breasts as we kiss. My nipples are hard, and his fingers make little darts of pleasure race through my body, straight from my nipples down into my pants. His other hand is on my leg, I’m still on his knee, and he’s moving it up under my skirt, sliding round to touch the top of my inner thighs. I break the kiss to gasp in pleasure as he reaches the top of my legs and brushes his fingers over my underwear.

On the bed, Renee lies back as Paul kisses down the naked top half of her body, his fingers undoing the buttons on her skirt so that when he reaches her crotch, he is able to pull it straight down her legs, while she lifts her bum in the air to help him. He stands and pulls it off her ankles. I look for a bulge in his trousers while he stands but I can’t see one; I’m already looking forward to seeing his cock.

Naked now apart from her panties, Renee moves up to sit against the pillows, her legs wide apart while Paul, still fully dressed, lies on his stomach, his head between her legs.

His torso blocks our view of what he’s doing, but it’s clear from her cry of pleasure when he starts to lick her. She arches her head back, her breasts full and beautiful, one hand on Paul’s head and the other flicking gently against her left nipple.

Ben rocks his hips, grinding his erection against my leg. His finger is still gently stroking my cunt through the cotton of my underwear, and though I’m hungry for direct touch, I’m also aware how quickly I will come if I let him move too fast. I decide it’s time he had a bit of a chance to concentrate on the show.

I slide off his knee and stand up, leaning forward so he can kiss my tits. He tilts his head back and I kiss him on the lips, then kneel down in front of him, my back to the show.

I undo the button on his jeans and unzip the fly, then reach in to pull out his cock. He helps me, standing slightly to push his jeans down, and I lift his cock through the front of his boxers. He’s fully erect, and once again I admire his amazing and beautiful cock, the biggest I’ve ever had.

Without delay, I bend down and take it in my mouth. When we first met his size meant I had difficulty comfortably giving him blowjobs, but after a few months of practice I’ve got it nailed, using my hands and lips and tongue together to give him the best possible sensation.

I kneel with his cock in my mouth, my tongue sliding over the underside of the tip, as I listen to the show behind me. Renee is getting more vocal as Paul licks her, her moans slowly getting higher and faster, and I match my movements on Paul’s cock to her increasing sounds of pleasure. It takes a few minutes but finally she cries out in English ‘I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum,’ five or six times. I pull Ben’s cock deep into my mouth, sliding my tongue quickly over the sensitive parts of the tip. On the bed behind me, Renee cries out as she comes, and Ben comes right afterwards, squeezing my hand as he spurts into my mouth.

I hold Ben’s cock in my mouth until his orgasm is finished, swallowing his cum, then stand in front of him. He stands too and we kiss, his hands roaming over my naked back.

On the stage, Renee is getting her breath back after her orgasm. I turn to face the stage. Ben sits back down behind me and pulls me down onto his lap. Both facing the same way, we watch the stage as Renee and Paul kneel facing each other on the bed. He kisses her again, long and slow. He pulls his tshirt off over his head, as she unbuckles his belt then undoes his jeans.

In the booth, I’m still sitting on Ben’s knee. His hands are around my torso, stroking my tits as he kisses my neck.

Renee pushes Paul’s jeans and pants down together, and I get my first look at his cock. It’s a decent size, not as big as Ben’s but still very nice. She wraps her hands round it, and I take one of Ben’s hands and push it up my skirt, not able to wait any longer.

He takes the hint right away and hooks my panties to one side, then slides his fingers between the soaking wet lips of my cunt. I cry out in pleasure, I can’t help it, and arch back, turning my head so we can kiss.

Ben holds me close, his arms around me, one hand caressing my nipples, the other rhythmically stroking my clit. I watch as Renee bends forwards and takes Paul’s cock in her mouth. They are sideways on to us this time and I get a great view of the blowjob, more aroused by the visual than I ever have been by video porn, waves of pleasure from Ben’s fingers pulsing out through my body.

I’m moaning softly as Ben fingers me, but I suddenly become aware of more sounds of female pleasure. They’re not coming from me, and they’re not coming from Renee; they’re coming from the booth next door. Pushing my body back against Ben, his torso hot against mine, I hold back my own moans to listen.

It is definitely the couple next door. She is making a regular ‘ahh, ahh, ahh’ sound, getting slowly higher in pitch. I picture what they looked like before we went in, and imagine them fucking, his cock inside her, just inches away.

The thought of it gives me a powerful urge to be fucked. I stand again and push my skirt down over my bum. My pants go with it, and I stand there naked apart from my socks, while Ben looks on, his eyes moving between me and the action on the stage.

I bend to kiss him, my hand moving to his crotch as our lips meet. He’s hard again – I knew he would be.

‘Fuck me,’ I say simply, my lips still against his.

He stands. His jeans are still half on, and he takes them off as I sit down on the bench, then lie back, a cushion behind my head. I put one leg either side, my feet on the ground, showing him my cunt as he pulls off his t-shirt.

On the stage, Renee is still sucking Paul’s cock, wetly sliding it in and out of her mouth as he kneels in front of her. I desperately want to see them fuck, and sure enough as I watch, Renee sits up then pushes Paul down onto the bed. He’s on his back, his head towards our booth, his cock pointing wet and hard in our direction.

Ben kneels on the bench between my legs and moves his hands up my thighs. Both of us watch the stage as Renee straddles Paul. She’s facing us, looking directly into our booth, and I swear she must be able to see us, me lying there soaking wet, my legs apart, and Ben hard like a truncheon, about to fuck me. I moan in sheer sexual anticipation, my hand moving down between my legs, feeling my own wetness.

Renee lifts herself onto her knees and guides Paul’s cock into her pussy. They both moan in pleasure as he slides deep inside her. His hands move to her hips and he pushes up into her as she rides him, her breasts bouncing with each thrust.

I pull Ben towards me, desperate for him now. He moves on top
of me, and I lie fully back on the bench as he pushes his cock easily inside me, gasping at the huge wave of pleasure which surges through my body.

I turn my head to the side, watching Renee fuck Paul as Ben fucks me, crying out with each thrust and not caring who can hear.

Renee leans forward, her tits in Paul’s face as they fuck. He licks her nipples, thrusting hard up into her, grunting with each thrust.

It sounds like he might be about to come, but she stops and lifts herself off him, then lies down on her back. He moves on top of her body and is quickly back inside her, fucking her, missionary position, her head hanging off the side of the bed.

In the booth, Ben is fucking me in almost exactly the same position. I watch Renee’s face, imagining the pleasure she is feeling, somehow linking my own pleasure to hers. She lifts her leg and Paul moves it onto his shoulder, turning her slightly sideways as he thrusts into her. I lift my own leg, and Ben takes the hint, putting it on his shoulder to mirror their position.

My pleasure is building fast, the visual and physical stimulation blending together. Ben matches his thrusts with Paul’s, and I imagine myself in her place, imagine it is Paul fucking me, watching his face as he thrusts and feeling his cock hard inside me.

He thrusts into her hard, moaning loudly, then pulls out and grabs his cock, pointing it at her tits. She reaches forward and wraps her fingers around it, moving her hand quickly up and down.

I grab Ben’s bum and pull him into me, hard. ‘Make me come, make me come,’ I say breathlessly. He thrusts into me quickly, my leg still on his shoulder, and reaches down to rub my clit with his thumb.

Right on the brink, my head arched back, I stare at the stage, trying desperately to hold back my orgasm, willing him to cum on her tits.

She strokes his cock fast and with a loud moan, he comes, spraying his cum onto her face, chest and tits. The timing is perfect. I cry out loudly as my body explodes in pleasure, powerful contractions of orgasm pulsing out from my clit and surging through my body. Ben bends over, still holding my leg, folding me in half with his cock still in me, and bites my nipple half way through my orgasm, like I’ve told him to do, and the pleasure makes me cry out again. I don’t care who hears, for a few seconds the incredible sensations block out all inhibitions and I cry out again and again.

I slide my leg off Ben’s shoulder as the last contractions pass, and he leans forward to kiss me. I kiss him back passionately, his cock still hard inside me making delicious little orgasmic aftershocks. I hold him still, too sensitive after my orgasm for him to move.

Over on the bed, Paul and Renee are lying side by side, kissing. She’s sticky with his cum and he is rubbing it into her tits, his hand sliding slickly down her body and between her legs as they kiss.

I’m still holding Ben, stopping him moving, looking at Renee’s tits, wanting to feel cum on me too. ‘Wank onto me,’ I say, ‘I want your cum on me.’

‘Ok,’ says Ben. So polite! He slides back out of me and I gasp slightly, very sensitive now. ‘Sorry,’ he says.

I put the cushions behind me and sit up against the end of the bench. Ben sits in front of me, his cock in his hand. I lie back and watch, loving the view of his hand sliding up and down his massive cock. I’ve always enjoyed watching guys masturbate, it’s the only form of video porn I still regularly watch.

Paul is still fingering Renee, lying alongside her, his fingers sliding over her clit. They are kissing, the passion and chemistry between them still red hot. Ben watches them as he strokes his cock, and I watch him, enjoying his arousal.

From the booth next door I hear the girl again, the same ‘ahh, ahh,’ sound as before, though this time she sounds closer, like she’s right against the partition behind my head. I listen for sounds from her guy but if there are any she’s drowning them out.

On the stage, Renee is making competing sounds of her own, her face still inches from Paul’s, moaning into his mouth as his fingers fly over her clit.

From behind me, the girl is getting more vocal. Her ‘ahh,’ sounds get higher and louder, then change to ‘yes, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,’ mixed with breathless cries. I picture them again, try to imagine what he’s doing to her, their naked bodies, how they must look.

All around me is sexual pleasure, and it occurs to me that this must be what it’s like at a sex party, with everyone’s sexual energy feeding each others. Sure enough, the girl behind me, Renee and Ben all seem to be approaching orgasm together, though Ben is not making any sound – his show is just for me!

The girl in the next booth comes first, final cries of ‘yes, please, yes, yes,’ giving way to a series of almost animal moans of satisfaction. Renee comes right after her, rocking her hips up to meet Paul’s fingers, and as she does, Ben sprays cum all over my tits.

I lean forward and kiss him as he comes, pressing my boobs against his body, feeling his cum running down my tummy.

A few minutes pass in silence. Ben and I kiss, Paul and Renee lie back on the bed, their fingers entwined together. After a few moments they stand up, both naked, and suddenly seen quite shy, which given what they just did seems a bit ridiculous.

‘Thank you very much,’ says Renee, and they give a tiny bow, then walk back out the way they came in.

‘Wow,’ says Ben. ‘That was really sexy!’

I nod. ‘Yeah, way more so than I expected.’

We get dressed and gather up our things, then open the door and step out into the corridor. A diffident looking young man comes out a booth two or three doors down the corridor, and walks off quickly, without making eye contact. Further down, the maid we saw earlier is pulling sheets off the benches in another booth. They certainly do work hard to keep it clean.

As we walk towards reception, the door of the booth next to ours opens and the couple come out. She’s a medium height brunette, slim, her hair looks like it’s meant to be in short bob, but at the moment it’s all over the place. My own hair looks a fright too, and I’m combing it with my fingers when she catches my eye. We both smile – she looks shy and geeky – and I think to myself it’s true what they say, it’s always the quiet ones who surprise you. She looks like she’s about to say something, but changes her mind, and she turns to follow her man out into reception.

Ben and I pause in reception looking at a notice saying *real couples wanted for shows*. ‘No,’ he says, ‘don’t even think it. Just keep right on walking, you and your filthy mind!’

Laughing, we walk past the reception desk and out into the street.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6icz70/fm_me_and_ben_go_to_a_sex_show_the_closest_ive

8 comments on “[FM] Me and Ben go to a sex show. The closest I’ve ever come to group sex.

  1. I deliberately didn’t mention the name of the club we went to in the story, but Marie tells me it’s still there, and still just the same. If anyone wants details, you can PM me.

    Marie also says most of their performers actually are real couples, so there’s a good chance Paul and Renee were a proper couple after all. (She also admitted, after I’d shown her this story, that she has performed there herself, several times!!)

  2. That was an amazing description! Thanks for being so detailed. Too bad that I’m not likely to ever get back to Amsterdam – spent one day there many years ago, but it appears I missed the best the city has to offer.

  3. This is superb. How wonderful for you to have had such an experience. Sure beats the Flintstones themed show I saw in Amsterdam!

    Thanks​ for writing it.

  4. So good. I love your writing and both the Ben stories have been amazing! There isn’t much hotter than sweet, shy geek boys who will politely fuck your brains out in my book. :) Loved that he was so embarrassed making the initial reservation but seemed to be unfazed by the semi-public sex part. Lovely.

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