If Tarantina wasn't quite dressed to kill, she was certainly out to maim. In a leather skirt and fishnets, her brunette hair flowing down over her shoulders, and a silver cross nestled in the cleavage created by a low-cut black blouse and a very pushy bra, she'd had guys' tongues hanging out most of the evening. I hadn't said where we were heading, just to meet me in the West End and dress sexily. We'd started at a private members club, then jumped a cab. She never needed a second invitation to get her glad rags on, but judging by the expression on her face as our cab stopped outside what was clearly a swingers' club, she was a little piqued at not being given more of a heads-up.
'The girls are wearing BDSM gear,' she protested as a I paid the driver. We were both ogling the other guests who were arriving and joining the short line to get into the invitation-only event.
'I didn't want to spoil the surprise,' I said. 'After all, this is your fantasy.'
She kissed me hard - my thanks - then said, 'You bastard.'
At the door we handed over our IDs and completed our registration as a couple. It was a first time for both of us at the club and they had a strict couples-only policy. Other first-time visitors to a club like this might be daunted by what they were about to see or be asked to do, but we were worried for another reason. Declaring ourselves as a couple made a record of what had up until then stayed a very private secret. No-one knew about our affair, not even our closest friends. We hid our tracks. Never visited the same place twice. And we certainly didn't declare ourselves to be a couple. I hoped this club held its data securely. The idea of it being hacked and the information published on the web wasn't an idle concern.
We took a deep breath and headed inside. Tarantina gripped my arm. I knew it wasn't from trepidation any longer, but from the sexual energy that would be charging through her body just as it was mine. I glanced over; her eyes had gone wide. There were beautiful people everywhere, all dressed to thrill, and the idea that some of these gorgeous bodies might want to have sex with us was simply overwhelming.
'There's a dungeon downstairs, apparently,' I told her, 'and a dark room, plus lots of side rooms where we can do it ourselves or join in.'
I expected her to tell me where she wanted to visit first, but instead she turned to me. 'We need rules,' she said firmly.
'Okay.'
It seemed fair enough. She hadn't been expecting this and I had to congratulate her on even venturing inside. I could imagine what the response would have been if either of us had tried the same trick on either of our other halves. It would have made for a frosty trip back to the suburbs, maybe even a swift visit to the lawyer's office.
'You can look,' she said. 'And you can touch. But no fucking.'
I nodded. I was just happy to be there. 'Same goes for you?'
'Of course. I don't want to fuck a man I've never met.'
It was the difference between the sexes, I knew, and didn't question it. I'd even anticipated this. We'd had conversations previously about inviting someone to join in one of our hotel romps, and agreed that we didn't want to share each other with anyone else. But she'd also told me about a fantasy of having a few men at once. Contradiction, thy name is woman. There was only one way to deal with it: find a place where she could explore safely. I'd gently steer us downstairs, and then maybe suggest the dark room.
We came across an open area with sofas. It was still early and there was no full nudity yet,. People kissed and fondled. A few women had their tits out. One guy was getting his cock stroked through his jeans. I grabbed Tarantina around the waist from behind and pulled her to me, so she could feel my erection pressing into her cheeks.
'Someone's enjoying the show,' she said.
I kissed her neck and played with her breasts, tweaking her nipples hard.
We walked to get a drink and noticed a couple standing near the fridges watching us. They were about our age. He had a strong, angular features - a Mediterranean look - and she wore a sharp blonde bob that could have been a wig. Both were slim and a had a confident air. Something told me they weren't first-timers, far from it.
'It's quiet tonight,' the man said, as we opened our drinks.
'We wouldn't know,' I said, 'it's our first time.'
His eyes it up, as I'd hoped they would. 'Two virgins. You will enjoy it.' He spoke with an accent, but I wasn't sure where from.
'What would you recommend first?'
'Depends what you like.'
I knew this would prompt Tarantina into action. Meekly following along wasn't her style. As I was about to answer the question, she pushed me to one side. 'Who says we're following your fantasies?'
The other woman laughed and said, 'What are your names?' Her accent was stronger than her partner's. German, I guessed. Maybe Danish.
Tarantina and I looked at each other quickly reading each others' minds. Should we give our real names?
'Tina,' she said quickly. Nice one.
"I'm Seb,' I said.
'He is Jusi,' she said, 'and I'm Meta.'
Her lips, I noticed as she spoke, were round, full, and highly glossed. There was a hint of something fluorescent in her lipstick too, because every time an ultra-violet strobe swept the room, it gave her mouth a purple glow. I couldn't help but wonder if Meta might be tempted to leave some ultra-violet marks on my cock at some point, but then it occurred to me it might not be allowed. Was oral sex touching, or fucking? Our hasty agreement hadn't been comprehensive.
'So tell us your fantasies,' Meta said. It was addressed to both of us, but I could see her checking out Tina. She was hoping my lover had a desire to explore the feminine side.
'That's what we're here to discover,' I said. 'I've fantasised about pretty much everything.'
'Why don't you try a room first,' Jusi said. 'That's what most people are here for. We can show you if you want.'
Tina nodded and I was happy to go along. They led us down a flight of stairs. I caught sight of another floor below, and guessed that's where the dungeon might be. We turned a corner, went through a doorway, and there before us were a couple on a chaise longue, naked except for their bondage gear. The man wore a spiked collar around his neck, and the woman held him on a chain, pulling his face between her legs. He was eating her pussy for all he was worth, but she wanted more, flicking a leather switch across his back and ass every time he slowed down.
I felt an instant desire to touch Tina the same way and my hand swept across her leather skirt, but it was too long and tight fitting to reach her pussy.
'You should have told me where we were going,' she said, 'I would have worn something with easier access.' We kissed and I reached for her breasts instead. She moaned and felt for my cock, which was pressing painfully against my trouser fronts. My first instinct was to find a room of our own.
'Would you like to see another?' Meta said. 'There are some you can join.'
We went on a tour through the private rooms. There were couples fucking, in pairs and in groups, plus single sex couples of both genders, and one room where people were rotating in and an out, like a tag-team mini-orgy.
All through our visiting, Tina seemed happy to stay and watch. We kissed and felt each other a few times. I'd even had to loosen the waist of her skirt at one point to get my hand down to her clit, which couldn't last another second without being touched. But when I'd tried to go further and remove it, with the intention of heading for one of the beds, and with the hope that Jusi and Meta might follow us, she pulled my hand out and pushed my fingers to my mouth, while she refastened the zip.
It was then that I realised what she wanted - and just as importantly what she didn't want. She knew that if we headed for the bed that the other couple would follow. She didn't want a swap. That had never been her fantasy.
I led us back out and down the stairs toward the dungeon, ditching the Danes in the process. Various people were hooked up in various contraptions, but that wasn't what I was looking for. The club had a strict couples-only or single-female policy, because otherwise it would be overrun by predatory young men looking for an easy shag. But that meant a relatively equal ratio, and most of the guys were occupied.
Eventually I spotted a pair of hardbody young men sitting next to a drinks station, chatting between themselves happily enough, but I wondered if maybe they needed a distraction.
Suggesting another drink, I led us over. We got the drinks and asked if we could join. They took one look at Tina and agreed. She took the opportunity to squeeze herself between them on the sofa. I think she'd twigged my plan, even then.
