In my previous story, Weekend in Paris, I told of our first visit to a swingers' club with our friends Mark and Sally. We have been back there on our own on several occasions since, and on one of them Sandy had a wild time with a beautiful French girl. However, more of that later. Our most recent visit was perhaps the most interesting and erotic so far, at least for me and I think for Sandy too.
Having enjoyed a good meal and 2 very excellent bottles of French wine, we walked the short distance to L'Escapade (now renamed "Taken-Club) on the Isle St-Louis. We arrived around 11pm and Amanda and Costas, the proprietors, recognized us and greeted us in their usual friendly way. We descended the stone steps into the Club and it was already buzzing.
Amanda took our coats and we sat at the bar. Sandy was wearing a sleeveless tight black T shirt, short leather skirt, black lace top shiny hold ups, which I love and 4' heels. The first drinks were always on the house and we ordered two glasses of Champagne. Sandy loves Champagne and cannot usually stop at one, so I knew we were in for a fun evening. The bar was really busy, mainly with couples, some of whom we recognized from previous visits. A few gave us friendly smiles, probably recognizing us too.
After 15 minutes or so of people watching, we observed 2 single guys descending the steps into the bar. They were obviously together, but not accompanied by women and were welcomed by the other couples in the bar in a very friendly way. Obviously they were recognized and well known. Although it is a couples club, Costas always allows a few selected single guys to make up the numbers and the ladies, certainly Sandy, have nothing against this.
The difference this time and something we had not seen there before, was that both guys were black, and I mean very black. They could have been brothers, both around 6'3", shaven heads and big smiles revealing shining white teeth. They circulated amongst the crowd in the bar, seemingly recognized by everyone and smiling and chatting. One of them came and sat on a free stool next to Sandy and ordered a drink. He turned to us and introduced himself and offered to buy us a drink, which we gladly accepted.
His friend continued to mingle amongst the couples while he, Omar, chatted with us. We speak enough French to get by, but his English was very limited. He told us he came to France from Morocco with his brother, whom he was with tonight, and his parents, when he was very young. His father now had a restaurant in Paris where the brothers worked, and after closing time at the weekends they dropped in the Club here for a few drinks and to meet people.
What he didn't say was why Costas let them in alone, but I could hazard a good guess. Sandy had never had anything to do with black guys before and I was expecting her to ignore him, but she joined in the conversation quite happily and was gently squeezing my leg. Sandy's leather skirt was very short and the first inch or so of the lace top on her hold ups was visible. I noticed Omar glance down at her legs from time to time.