Jaimie the Libertine – True Erotica Part 2. Category: Long and Satisfying.
Welcome to ‘Jaimie The Libertine True Erotica Part 2’. If you’ve landed here randomly from the interweb, please catch yourself up by checking out Part one of this true story here. To save the faff of recapping what happened in part one, I’ll assume that you’ve read it so you’ve only got yourself to blame if you don’t! So, without further ado, lets plunge back into the exciting world of Parisian sex clubs.
10.
My (then) boyfriend Sean and I were at a Parisien ‘Libertine’ (swingers) club for the evening and after a slow start, things had suddenly begun to escalate rather quickly!
We had left the bar area with my head still spinning from the encounter which I told you about in part one and were heading to the stars to the first floor. The ‘play areas’ were arranged over the upper floors of the building, and although we had a very quick tour from the friendly owner when we arrived, we had not seen all of it and did not know what to expect now the lights were dimmed and the place was full of horny people.
If I remember correctly, the stairs branched halfway up. Going to the left (I think) took you to a ‘wet area’ with showers and lockers (they thought of everything!). I also noticed on many occasional tables, shelves, etc, little discrete piles of condoms. Just in case you did not come equipped.
Sean decided to lose his jacket and stashed it in one of the lockers.
We spent a bit of time wandering around, getting acclimatised. I had been expecting everyone to be naked and in a tumble of writing bodies. I was surprised then to see that there were plenty of people like us, still more or less clothed, relaxing and enjoying the ambience and, of course, the sex shows going on around us.
The lighting was generally dimmed but no more than you would set at home for a dinner party.
11.
This part of the evening is one where my memory is a bit faulty, and I can’t recall many details. I do remember that we met a couple called George and Lilo. I think I would have remembered their names anyway, because we had a quite long chat, but also because I still have the business card they gave me.
I don’t even remember how we met George and Lilo, but I think we might have been introduced by the owner. They were representatives for a high-end swingers group called SDC, which, from checking online, is still going strong. They lived in Paris and visited the local libertine clubs where they organised events. We learned a great deal from our conversation with George and Lilo. This was where I discovered that this activity was known as ‘the lifestyle.’ People who did not swing were called ‘vanilla’ (a bit like ‘muggles’ in Harry Potter, I thought!), and they generally gave us some handy pointers about etiquette. Always an important consideration if you are planning on letting someone stick their cock in you (or vice versa).
I recall that George and Lilo were in their early 40s and both were good-looking and very well-dressed. Lilo was very beautiful, with long, dark hair, big eyes, and a full, sensual mouth. I would have very happily coupled up with them, but it seemed clear that they were not here to ‘play’ tonight. They passed me the card as we said our goodbyes and suggested that when we were next in Paris, we should contact them and be their guests for dinner.
12.
We walked past a couple of other play areas. The whole place was cunningly designed. There were secluded spots for hooking up if you didn’t want an audience, and others where viewing was positively encouraged. One room, in particular, was more like a widened corridor with a play area on one side and seating areas, including chairs and sofas, on the other. In the play area several people engaged in various sex acts while the observers sat in the comfortable seats, drink in hand, and enjoyed the spectacle.
We found that we had emerged at the top of the stairs on the other side of where they split, and we were going to go to the bar for another drink and decide what to do next. As we walked down the stairs, we saw two very attractive women standing where the stairs split in two. They were passionately going for it, is probably the best way of describing it. Deep kissing, hands in each other’s knickers and a lot of moaning. There was a small gathering of observers, and they appeared to be enjoying the attention as, from time to time, they would break off from a kiss and catch someone’s gaze while they continued doing what they were doing. It was blatant, really brazen and really sexy.
I was in no hurry to move away, so we stood and watched. Sean was standing behind me, and I reached my hand behind me and caressed him, moving to the area of his cock, which, predictably with what we were watching, felt very hard under the fabric of his trousers.
13.
This went on for a few minutes, and I was beginning to think that I would need to open Sean’s fly to give him some relief. He had, by this point, reached around the front of me, slid his hand through the slit in my dress, displaying my knickers, and was stroking the front of my crotch area. I was squirming a little and rubbing my thighs together. I was feeling wet and very horny.
The girl nearest us, who was tall, perhaps as tall as me (I am 172cm/5 feet 8 inches in bare feet), opened her eyes and fixed her gaze on me. She took in what Sean and I were doing and continued to watch for a minute or two, all the while her hand worked away inside her friend’s little lace thong. It was achingly erotic.
I noticed that others were touching and being touched as they watched the spectacle. One woman even had her man’s penis out, rock hard, and was slowly stroking it as they watched.
There was a pause, and the tall girl stepped towards me. She said something, in French, of course, and hitched up the hem of my dress a little more, and before I could say or do anything, her fingers were in the sides of my thong and were slipping it down my thighs until it dropped, unceremoniously, around my ankles. She said something again with a sly smile before stepping back to her girlfriend and picking up where they had left off.
14.
Sean, always quick on the uptake, immediately bent down, picked up my knickers (I had to obligingly lift my feet one at a time) and then stuffed them into his pocket. Resuming his position behind me, he pulled the front of my dress up and returned his fingers to where they had been before the interruption. Tall Girl smiled and nodded, and all the while, she and her girlfriend were getting busy inside the other panties. She kept her gaze on me, breaking it only to close her eyes and give a moan in response to what her partner was doing. We stood only a few feet apart, looking at each other while someone else masturbated us. Was I feeling very hot, turned on and wet? Oh, only a lot! As my orgasm began to build, I felt a little trickle of sweat run down my neck and between my breasts.
When I came, it was one of those ‘bubbling’ orgasms which went on for a while, making me twitch and jolt and let out a groan of pleasure as Sean tightened his grip around me with both arms. My gaze was fastened on Tall Girl, who was, in turn, focused on me. Seeing me going over the edge seemed to have hit the spot for her, and she soon came very loudly – her own fingers going overtime now to bring her girlfriend off only a few seconds later.
15.
I broke off my gaze, turned around and wrapped my arms around Sean’s neck. I gave him a kiss – pressing my lips hard against his and feeling his very hard cock pressing into me. “Mmm, I think we have to do something about that!” I said. “Oh really?” he said. “That sounds like a plan, but I thought you were going to let me watch you getting fucked senseless by someone else’s cock?! Why don’t we find someone suitable and get on with it?” We kissed a little before I broke off to give my answer. As I opened my mouth to reply, I saw Tall Girl had appeared beside us, another guy standing right behind her, looking enthusiastic. She leaned in and planted a kiss on my cheek, saying something that I didn’t understand but which included the word ‘merci’, so I guessed she was thanking me for the mutual exhibitionist masturbation session.
Tall Girl then turned to Sean and I noticed that she had taken his hand as it was no longer resting on my waist. She said something else, and when she saw us looking blankly in response said, ‘English? I borrow your boyfriend? Just for a short time. I like to take some mens to maybe play. Please? Perhaps later we play too?’ I understood from this that Tall Girl was recruiting a little team to pleasure her for an agreeable period of time. I was somewhat taken aback and looked at Sean. It was obvious that he was keen on the idea but didn’t want to upset me. There was an awkward pause.
16.
‘Well, go on then,’ I said.
‘You don’t mind?’
‘We came to a sex club with a view to having sex with other people. Why would I mind?’
He paused, and I could tell that he was weighing up whether this was some kind of test.
‘But we came so that you could…you know, and I would watch…. You sure you’re OK with this?’
‘Yes. Go.’
‘You could come and watch, maybe?’
I wasn’t really sure if I wanted to watch Sean fucking someone else, and it occurred to me that this was quite a selfish thought. We had been focused on coming to this place and what I was going to do and with whom, and I hadn’t really thought about the ‘what-ifs’ in the event that someone wanted to fuck my boyfriend. In truth, I felt a sudden swell of jealousy.
‘No – I don’t want to watch – I might cramp your style!’ I forced a smile. ‘I’m a feeling a bit hot. I think I’ll go and have a drink at the bar. Meet me there when you’re done…doing. Her.’ He hesitated.
‘Go!’ I said and gave him a little push. “Go on – go!” And, as he followed Tall Girl off with the other guy trailing behind. ‘Wear a condom, Sean!’
17.
To be completely honest, despite my magnanimous display just now, I was feeling both jealous and pissed-off. I checked the time. It was almost midnight, and we had been at the club since just after 9. So far, I had received an incredible kiss and been involved in a sleazy but very erotic incident on the stairs, but nobody yet, apart from my boyfriend, had touched me intimately, let alone fuck me. I had been in a state of pretty high arousal for several hours now and was feeling somewhat aggrieved that it was Sean, rather than me, who was off now getting jiggy with a sexy stranger.
I sulked off back down the stairs and headed for the bar.
And that, lovely friends, is the end of part deux of ‘Jaimie the Libertine!’
Please come back for part trois! – I promise that I will tell you about the most memorable part of the evening, which I have thought about often ever since.
Love, Jaimie XX
Links and Stuff
Here’s the link to the SDC website.
Sean and I didn’t join up because, at the time, their subscription rates seemed a little high. I haven’t checked what they are now. We did join another swingers site but that’s a tale for another day.
