The club Phillip led me to was not your usual swingers place - full of middle-aged couples of all sizes and looks - like the one I used to go to with Aldo. It was more like a posh erotic bar, and he paid the entrance fee with his credit card. Single guys pay much more, he told me, as single women are free. Not everybody is admitted, it seems, your looks must be approved of by a surprisingly young, beautifully dressed couple, the owners as I found out later, before you are allowed to enter. It's not what I am particularly fond of, democratically minded as I am.
There was a certain expensive elegance inside, slow music and a totally nude girl dancing with an empty chair. Phillip held my hand as we entered, and many eyes looked in our direction: Phillip looked absolutely gorgeous in his beige summer suit - I was so proud of him. He seemed to know a few people as there were nods and handshakes from several people, including a few women. We had a drink and chatted amiably with some bystanders, while our eyes rested on another girl who looked absolutely ravishing as she slowly undressed.
When she was totally naked she approached the bar and leaned over it, some ten meters away from us, as if she wanted to order a drink. She was approached by a guy in some kind of coat, which he quickly put aside so that he was as naked as she. He was almost of Aldo's size, as he stood behind her and with few preliminaries entered her pussy from behind and started to move inside her while holding her hips. The girl arched her back and went with his rhythm - you could not hear a sound besides some sighs of the bystanders, and I suddenly felt so wet I thought I would flood the place. In the semi-darkness I felt for Phillip's crotch beside me - he was as hard as the Matterhorn and almost as big.
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