Jaimie the Libertine – True Erotica. Category: Long and Satisfying.
Welcome to ‘Jaimie the Libertine’. This story first appeared on my old website, serialised over five parts and with a short epilogue to tie up some loose ends, between September and October 2023. I have condensed the parts, so this time, I will tell the tale over three instalments. I will publish the epilogue as it originally appeared because, after some consideration, I decided that it doesn’t fall into the catagory of ‘oversharing’ , which I have previously been guilty of. Names have been changed, and the events that I depict happened about 12 years ago.
1.
In my first story, published here, I wrote about a true event that happened to me in my early 20s.
I now want to share another true story that happened a few months later.
In the last story, I introduced you to my boyfriend of the time. I decided to call him ‘Sean’ although that is not his real name. I’ll stick with that pseudonym to avoid confuzzlement.
After the event, which I have recounted previously, my sex life with Sean had gone up several notches (and it wasn’t bad before). It was like someone had taken the handbrake off, and we were just at each other at inappropriate times and locations. In the months following, we had sex, variously, in the car – several times – at locations where there was a chance we might be seen or heard; in the bathroom at a party, in some woods where we were walking, and on one occasion I smuggled him into the changing rooms at the local department store and sucked him off while we tried to be as quiet as possible with women trying clothes on in booths right next to us.
One thing that Sean had begun to say was that he wanted to watch me with another man. This became a regular part of our sex talk, and I was willing to admit to myself that the thought was a real turn-on to me, too. In fact, I liked the idea of having sex in front of Sean with another person, male or female. At this point in my life, I was still a little confused about my sexuality, and I hadn’t discussed with Sean the fact that I found other women attractive.
2.
I confessed when drunk one night that I had a relationship with another girl when I was 18. Sean had, I think, decided that this was teenage experimentation on my part, and I had allowed him to continue thinking that. I hadn’t told him about a couple of prosecco/cocktail-fuelled fumbles that I had had with two other women since then, including one with the new receptionist at work after the office Christmas party a week or two after I had started dating Sean. Quite clearly, there was some unfinished business to attend to.
By the end of that year, I decided that I had had enough of talking and wanted to see if Sean had the balls to put his dirty fantasy into action.
We booked a long weekend in Paris for the end of January. We wanted to do something to mark our first ‘anniversary.’ Since we had got together the previous December, but it was too expensive to go anywhere at Christmas, we decided to do it in January instead.
I had been wondering whether there was a way to pursue our new fantasy where we would not run the risk of any entanglements or embarrassing accidental meetings after the event. A trip abroad seemed the ideal opportunity. I did some online research about sex clubs in Paris and discovered that this is very much a ‘thing’ in France. As you might expect, the French don’t call these clubs anything as crude as a ‘sex club’ or ‘swingers club.’ Oh no! They call them ‘Libertines Clubs.’ The French seem to be able to make everything and anything sound classy, don’t they?
3.
By the time we boarded our flight, I had discovered a place that looked somehow ‘friendlier’ than some of the others. I looked it up again out of curiosity whilst writing this and it is still going.
I had emailed explaining that we were first-timers and feeling a bit anxious. The owner sent a lovely response in excellent English, urging us not to be at all anxious. We were to ask for him by name on arrival, and he would make sure that we were comfortable and aware of essential libertine club etiquette.
I had learned that there were different themed nights in most of these clubs. On this particular evening, entry was restricted to couples and single females. No stray guys. As recommended, Sean and I discussed different scenarios and agreed on a couple of safe words. I had decided to go classic with my attire and was wearing a black dress with a side split, stockings, and patent black high-heels. I also bought a very sexy black thong by Lise Charmel for the event. The dress was backless, and I had decided that braless was the way to go. Sean wore all black as well; black trousers, a jacket, and a really sexy black shirt that showed off his physique.
We got a taxi to the club. If the taxi driver had any thoughts about our choice of destination his face did not betray them.
The outside of the club did not look like much to write home about. It had the look of a mini-turreted chateau in the middle of town. There were no windows. None you could look in through, at least. I wavered and thought about just getting back in the cab and returning to our hotel, but we were here now.
4.
We approached, and a doorman looked us up and down. We obviously came up to standard because he gestured for us to go through to the lobby, where we could pay our entrance fee and check our coats. I asked for the manager by name, and he quickly arrived, introducing himself and welcoming us effusively, immediately putting us at ease. He complimented us on how we looked and gave us a very quick tour. We were quite early, and there were only a few others there. We had opted to dine at the club before the evening’s fun in the hope that we would get a chance to meet a few people and rid ourselves of our nerves.
I was already feeling turned on as we sat for dinner. The meal was three courses although each was very small. Designed not to fill you up, I guessed. There were approximately 20 other diners, and as I looked around and sipped my complimentary glass of bubbles, I found myself wondering whether I would be fucking any of them later, and felt that familiar throb between my legs. I squeezed my knees together and took a deep breath.
5.
We found that we were seated next to an older German couple. Chatting with them, we discovered that they were old hands at this sort of thing and were in the middle of a sex tour of Europe. This involved having three or four-day city breaks over the course of about three weeks, wherever there was a lively swinging scene. They were pleasant and friendly, although I didn’t fancy either of them. I found myself wondering what the correct etiquette was for politely declining an invitation for sex from someone that you are dining with.
I love people watching and a libertine club is, by definition, a fascinating place to observe others. There is no getting around it; you are all there for one thing. I remember another couple; she was beautiful and even younger than I was. I would guess she was maybe 20 and had a modelesque figure with a tight plunging cream-coloured dress on (brave colour choice, I thought – that will show every mark!) I didn’t think that her partner was attractive at all. He was in a suit with a collar and tie and wore his hair in a ponytail. It’s a tough look for any man to pull off, especially if they are very stocky and somewhat older like he was. He looked like he might have been a gang boss or something. I decided to stop looking at them.
6.
After dinner, people gravitated to the bar area where there was also a large dance floor and several booths with tables around the sides.
Sean and I sat at the bar and enjoyed a glass of fizz. I felt very decadent and excited about what the evening might hold. I made sure that the hem of my dress was sufficiently hitched up to give a glimpse of my stocking tops.
At this point, the non-dining clientele began to come in, and the place began to fill up. There was a real range of age groups, which, for some reason, I was a little surprised about. There were a few younger people in our age group, but upwards of that, every age was represented. Everyone was dressed to impress. Heels, fishnet, back seams, and figure-skimming outfits everywhere. It was exhilarating; like we had joined a secret society or something. The club owner noticed us at the bar and came over, sipping his drink and chatting with us in his excellent English.
One drink turned into two, and so far, nobody seemed to be coupling up. Maybe it doesn’t happen every night? Anyway, we were having a nice time and, downing our drinks decided to hit the dance floor as the DJ was playing some very cool French house.
7.
So, I was dancing away, enjoying feeling sexy and aware of a few appreciative looks from other guests, as well as sending a few flirty glances of my own. Nothing overtly sexual was happening, though.
And then it did.
Suddenly, it was as if the whole atmosphere had changed. It’s quite hard to explain, but there was suddenly a sexual tension which was not there before. I couldn’t work out what it was, but I noticed Sean staring, eyes wide, somewhere to the side of my head. I turned to look and saw an attractive lady, late 30s perhaps, with a figure to die for dancing in just a tiny black thong, black fishnets, and heels. Everyone was looking, and it was such an incredibly erotic sight that I couldn’t help staring. A man behind her reached around and cupped her breasts as she swayed sensually to the music. Her eyes were closed, but when she opened them, they met mine and did not look away.
I was frozen to the spot and could feel my cheeks burning. I looked at Sean and he gave me a little nod. With my heart in my mouth, I turned back and took a couple of steps to where she was swaying, her breasts still being fondled by whoever the lucky guy was standing behind her.
She continued to sway while she looked at me, and I felt like she was eating me, devouring me with her eyes. I was profoundly aware that we were now being watched by several other people, interested to see what would happen next. I must have looked like a little lost lamb to the slaughter to this very sensual and experienced woman.
8.
I couldn’t look away from her gaze: she was fucking me with her eyes. I was very aroused but also embarrassed that this thing that was passing between us was taking place in front of a circle of observers. She raised her hand and ran her fingertips down the side of my face and neck, which made me shudder with pleasure. Her hand went to the back of my neck and pulled me into her. Our lips met, and I received the most erotic kiss I think I have ever had. I put my hands on her naked hips and felt her breasts pressing against mine, one hand at the back of my head, her fingers in my hair, and the other on my bottom, pulling me against her.
The kiss seemed to go on forever and, frankly, I would have been quite happy with that. She was an exquisite kisser; she took my tongue and sucked gently on it, almost like she was giving a sensual blowjob. She gave my lower lip little bites and explored my mouth in such a way that I felt like she was screwing me with her lips and tongue but in such a gentle, intense way. I don’t know what perfume she was wearing, but it was in her hair, heavy, sweet, and intoxicating. I was feeling drunk with the smell, taste, and feel of her as she pressed her body against mine.
9.
After what felt like a blissful eternity, I felt her arm (the one which had been squeezing my bum) move, and her lips break away. I opened my eyes and noticed that a man had taken her arm gently. She clearly recognised him because she smiled and gave a little nod. She turned her gaze back to me, leaned in, and whispered in my ear. Unfortunately, she whispered in French, so I didn’t understand, but even if I had fluent French, I don’t think I would have been focused enough to understand. I was consumed by the feel of her soft breath in my ear, and as she pulled away, she kissed my neck, and I shuddered again. When I opened my eyes, she was moving across the dancefloor hand in hand with the guy who had interrupted my ecstasy.
I learned more about kissing in those few minutes than from all the other kissing I had done in my life up to that point. Just thinking about it again now gives me little shivers of pleasure.
As I came back to my senses, I noticed that the dance floor had begun to empty. People were melting away and disappearing to other parts of the club, mostly upstairs, where the ‘play areas’ were situated. It felt like a spell had been cast.
I became aware of someone standing to my left and I turned and saw that it was Sean. His eyes were wide, his face flushed, and glancing down at the front of his trousers, I could see that he had been as aroused watching what had just happened as I had been participating in it.
I took Sean’s hand and led him towards the stairs.
And that, my lovelies, is the end of Part 1. Please join me for part two where things got pretty hot (and weird).
Love, Jaimie xx
Links and Stuff
The libertines club which we attended is called ‘Le Chateau des Lys’. At the time of writing, it’s still going but as I havent returned since the time that I’m writing about I can’t vouch for what it’s like now or whether it’s under the same management. As you will read, we had a great experience there but it’s several years ago now.
You can find out more general information about Libertines clubs in Paris here.
