I went with a Nordic friend that was really open minded and pretended it wasn’t my first time ( I shouldn’t have, experience in those places can’t be faked)
As we went through the door of this anonymous facade in a posh neighborhood in the city of light we are greeted by… literally nothing. Just a small hallway and a camera. Nervous and excited I look at my partner, wondering if we would get in. The
simple view of her reassured me. She’s dressed to a t in a white coat and simple clothes that shows off cleavage and a bit of lingerie. Talk, dark haired elegant voluptuous and pretty. I m wearing my only suit ( this was a while ago and money was still a bit tight) and try to hide how tense I am. The door opens and a man in a suit welcomes us. In the lobby a woman stares at us and let us in forward. After the usual greet we go down some stairs. There’s a dance floor and a bar and it is still pretty quiet. As we both have our drink I notice a girl wearing a wig eyeing me. Forward to an hour later, the place is now booming. In the rooms adjacent to the dance floor people are fucking. I remembered a blond woman looking like a young Catherine Deneuve getting spit roasted by two men in a suit while another guy was touching her. As we are watching and wondering toward the other darker rooms in the back ( where a middle aged woman was getting gangbanged in front of her husband), the woman with the wig comes towards me, introduce herself and her boyfriend. As we are talking I can’t help but noticing a very strong sexual tension between the two of us. I ask about her wig and she tells me laughing that It’s a vain attempt to conceal her identity. She tells me she s Austrian works as a doctor and is in paris for the week end. She is tall, skinny and muscular and has big green eyes. She’s very pretty but the thing that strikes me ever more than her appearance is her energy and her smile. It’s exactly the kind of anchor I need amidst all that chaos happening all around us. I look behind me. Her boyfriend is all over my danish friend and she seems to be into it. When I tell her that it’s my first time in a swingers club the Austrian in a wig seems amused and, looking for something fun to do, grabs my hand, leading me to a small round room covered with mirrors. What follows is quite crazy but sometimes life is. As we enter the room, for a weird reason, there are two gorgeous women there and one guy leaving the scene, one women is pale and skinny ( like, Egon Schiele skinny) and has long brown hair and stockings, the other is a Latina with big breasts. As I start having sex with the Austrian girl with the wig, they start to join. The view of me fucking her doggy and the two women kissing and playing with her is mesmerizing and, although condoms are in the way of swapping with fluidity it’s all very fun and lasts for a while, I m hard as a rock, the Austrian girl is arching her back, receiving my strokes and… well, folks, this is where stuff hits the fan. I notice that in the small entrance door behind me a lot of people, my danish friend included are looking at us, the scene I m partaking in is reflected in all the mirrors, my paranoid brain suddenly tells me it’s too good to be true, I somewhat stop that whole scene and leave it, victim of an anxious moment. The girls stay and finish. My danish friend tells me her guy couldn’t keep his dick hard but that she loved watching me. It just stroke me that the feeling of being inside a quite perfect fantasy was a bit too much. Or maybe that pornographic scene felt a bit too real when I was in the center of it. After staying one more hour and reconnecting with the wig girl, I leave the scene. As we walk on the sidewalk of rainy paris, I have that strange feeling of having had the best night paris can offer but also that I ve been too far too soon. Breaking years of monogamy habits take time and turns out I just went too fast. Still, an incredible night. Ps : I love gone wild stories they are such a good remedy against the boring monotony of the vanilla Facebook wall