Unless you are in Paris, in which case, shit like this truly happens apparently.

I wish I could say that this was a fabricated story but hilariously enough, this recently happened to me while traveling through Europe. I know what you’re thinking….Sindy, you are a total home wrecker! You helped some poor pathetic man cheat on his wife and you got caught like the dirty filthy slut that you are.

Only a few parts of that sentence are true. Yes, I am a dirty filthy slut and yes that man was pathetic but I didn’t know about the cheating on the wife part. Let me explain…

While in Paris, I frequented a very popular sex club. It’s always been at the top of my list as something I wanted to do, so when the opportunity presented itself with a new play partner in Paris, I thought, why the heck not.

The club was one of those super classy type places where people may or may not choose to wear masks & costumes to conceal their identities. They have a proper coat check and a fancy bar near the entrance where you can prepare yourself for what you are about to experience and/or grab a drink between trysts.

We walked in around 10pm that evening. The building is unmarked and the doorman is strict on the types of people he lets in. He looked us up and down before granting entry. I understood why once we got inside.

The place was filled with some of the most attractive people I’ve seen in a club like this. Usually it’s an all body types and ages type scenario…didn’t appear to be the case at this place. Most people were young, in-shape and coupled up. Regardless the people were hot and I could feel the excitement building inside me. I flushed red hot and my pussy was already getting wet at the thought of getting to see these beautiful people fuck…I hadn’t even considered that I might get to join them.

The space was small with lots of furniture and locations to get it on. The lights glowed red and the room smelled faintly of soap and perfume. I’m used to spaces smelling like leather and cleaning products in the dungeons back at home that I frequent so this was a nice odorific change.

We circled the room and stopped to watch two couples swapping partners with one another. Their bodies glowing under the lights and sounds of orgasmic pleasure filled the room echoing against our clothed bodies. I wanted to be naked with everyone else but he made me wait. I liked that he made me wait. That anticipation made me putty in his hands.

We sat in the middle of this room and sipped on our drinks. I choose red bull in hopes that we’d be in for a long night and I’d need the extra caffeine to stay awake. My hands trembled when I sat my glass down. I was nervous and excited to be there. He noticed and placed my hands on his thigh, grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me. It was one of those kisses that are strong and all-consuming. My body tensed then relaxed in his arms.

I asked him how things work at this club and he explained…

The general protocol involves couples approaching and touching your arm to get your attention. Should you wish to engage, you let them know. If not, you can ignore their touch or nod your head no and they walk away. There’s no pressure and a no means no. Cool, I was down with that.

We played together with the first couple of people who were interested in us. Some very sexy scenarios, but that’s not what this story is about. I’ll write about those some other time.

I was approached by a very attractive buff black man with the most beautiful green eyes and his cute but reserved wife/girlfriend (I’m not sure which she was as I speak very little French). I was in the middle of a tryst with another couple at the time they approached but told them to find me later and I would be happy to indulge.

As I walked through one of the rooms I found them once again and sat beside them to talk (well, sort of talk since I know basically no French and they knew only a little bit of English). She seemed a bit standoffish and I asked him about her. He mentioned it was her first time and she was just nervous. Completely understandable, I thought. It’s sensory overkill in this place. If I weren’t the cum hungry slut that I am, I’d probably be overwhelmed by it all myself.

He asked if it would be alright if we had sex. I said yes so long as it was cool with her too. He talked with her and she nodded yes and excused herself to grab a smoke outside with my date.

My new friend took me into one of these rooms where you could be alone but also watch what was happening in the great room. Like a jack off booth at a sex shop type space. These spaces appear to be ideal for masturbation while surveying the sexiness happening in the room if you’re a bit shy and don’t want to stare directly at folks. Having sex in them is a bit tricky but worth a shot.

I dug being in that tiny room as it felt naughty to be fucking in there and I could watch others too. It was a win-win in my book.

He pulled me into this room and closed the curtain behind us. Telling me how beautiful I was as he pushed me back up against the one sided mirror. I could feel the cool glass behind my head as I reached inside his pants. Foreplay wasn’t going to be necessary to get him ready but boy was I going to need a warm up if I was going to fit his huge cock in first try.

I turned around and told him to say dirty things to me in French as I slid my panties down, faced the glass and spread my legs open. I touched myself for his viewing pleasure as he stroked his cock. I was so turned on by everything happening that he slid into me with ease.

He fucked me slow at first building momentum as I watched through the glass window a couple below me. A man with abs I could do my laundry on was fingering and eating a beautiful blond girl’s pussy. I watched them for only a few minutes before my dripping wet pussy was begging for a release. I came….hard!

As I was catching my breath, I could see my date entering the room we had just been in chatting prior to the rendezvous. I knew he wanted to watch so I told my new friend to call him in to observe. My date stepped into the room and pulled my hair as my new friend took me from behind. It was a super hot scenario I had fantasized about in the past and was finally fulfilling. Being fucked by an absolute stranger while my partner watched with enjoyment. Fucking great right? Wait for it…

The wife/girlfriend joins us and this is where shit starts to hit the fan. I’m on my knees sucking his very large cock when she enters the room. My back is to her so I wasn’t able to see her reaction, but judging by what happened next I can imagine her face was horrified.

Within seconds she runs across the room and, I kid you not, slaps the man’s dick straight out of my mouth. I….was….mortified!!!

She starts yelling at him in French and hitting him repeatedly over and over. His dick just flapping around with each slap.

I stay on my knees for fear of standing up and her feeling threatened and in turn, turning her fiery attacks against me. I have no idea if that was the right move or not, but I was like a deer in headlights – frozen just watching it all unfold.

At first, I thought maybe they were playing out a jealousy kink of some sort, the way things were playing out. Sometimes I forget that just because someone is in a sex club, it doesn’t mean they are a kinky fuck like me.

After their arguement continues I realize this is really truly happening. I was in shock this whole time and was just coming to!

I finally lock eyes with my date who offers me his hand to pull me out of the booth we were in and out of the line of fire. He grabs my things and we retire to an area away from the fighting couple. I head to the bathroom to wash up and try to process what the fuck just happened.

I stared at myself in the mirror for a few moments and I was overcome with all kinds of feelings from icky to laughter. Did that really just happen? I shake it off and walk out of the bathroom.

I’m met by the handsome black man. My face must have looked surprised because he was immediately apologetic. He apologizes for the scene and asks if he can see me tomorrow. I politely decline and walk back to my date. Minutes later the woman storms out and he follows, never to be seen again.

What a disaster that was! I wonder what the rest of the night was like for that couple? I took a 30 minute break after they left and then enjoyed the remainder of the evening and boy what an evening it was!

I’ll always remember that time that I got a dick slapped out of my mouth in Paris. It’s one for the books for sure!