After our visit to a local swingers party, Mercy and myself have decided to broaden our experiences and have flown to Amsterdam to visit a sex club that welcomes guests to perform on stage for the entertainment of the audience.

Infact, it just encourages people to fuck full stop, as we realised from it’s website which contained the warning: “We are not a club where you will watch a staged performance, we actively encourage visitors to mount the stage and perform and do not bar audience members from active sexual enjoyment, which may include sexual intercoarse, masturbation and other acts that you may feel uncomfortable with. If you feel this is not for you, please do not enter as no refunds will be entertained. You have been warned!!”

Sitting inside a local coffee shop enjoying a freshly rolled kingsize reefer we’re sitting smiling at each other contemplating the evening we have coming up infront of us.

“So Miles, what do you think it’ll be like” she says “last time I was so horny it’s about all I could do to stop from pissing myself with excitement, and it was only in a small bedroom, this is a proper stage with tons of people watching”

“Well” I say ” I guess we’ll soon find out ,and like last time if you don’t wanna do it, then don’t”

“Do I look like I don’t wanna do it? Have you bothered looking at me or not?”

I start laughing , I’ve been thinking for the last couple of hours how hyper she’s looked and when she presented herself ready to leave our hotel I could see how much she was looking forward to getting fucked and showing off. After all, it not everyday your lover leaves a hotel with you, wearing only a short, short Burberry style trench coat, a thong and a pair of knee high boots!! And the thong was only because the coat was so short, normally she’d be commando for easy access.

“Ok, are you ready to go then?” I say, taking a last toke of our reefer.

“I sure am” she purrs, jumping up, “infact, I’m more than ready

Early summer in Amsterdam is a lovely time, warm and balmy, people strolling, like us, alongside the canals and families enjoying al fresco dining. No as many people, I quess, are making their way to the infamous sex club we are.

Up ahead I spot the sign we’re looking for, “APHRODITE, DESIRE THE FLESH” well, no mistaking what was on offer here.

Profering my credit card to the tuxedo clad doorman we wait momentarily until we are ushered forward, “Welcome Sir and Madam.