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.