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This happened in February 2015 in Paris. I'm having to rely on my memory but it's still very vivid as we use it so often when we have sex to make us both cum so strongly.

We were in Paris with friends and had done the usual Eiffel tour tour etc and had gone out for a few drinks after. The time was reaching midnight and our friends wanted to head back to the hotel. I persuaded them to stop on route at a nightclub I had heard about. I didn't tell them it was a Libertine Club as I wanted to just go in and see what they thought. I was sure it would be fun or at least funny to see. When we got outside the taxi and paid the driver, the place was closed. There was another couple also trying to get in and they explained it sometimes closes. We were all pissed off and started to walk back to the hotel which was around 20 minutes - all I could think about was what could have been.

By the time we reached the hotel I was ready for another beer as was my wife so we said goodnight to our friends and found a few bars where we spent a couple of hours. My wife and I had experienced a similar club in Amsterdam the previous year where we had entered, watched some action and ended up playing with each other behind a curtain with one black chap who had started to touch my wife's leg but she had stopped it quickly. We talked more about that time and started to research on the phone as to any more Libertine clubs in the area.

We found one called 2plus2 and it was close but we jumped into a taxi as it was easier.

I suppose this is where you can ask yourself if fate set the evening in motion. Had we arrived and stared at the doorway we may have bottled it and walked away. Instead as we got out of this taxi we bumped into the same couple who were trying to get into the club from before. He greeted us and laughed at the coincidence and we followed them sheepishly as if we do this every week. Inside we were a little petrified as to be strangers, in another country and while we wanted to explore our mischievous side we didn't want to come into any harm.

The other coupe went to the bar and we stood next to them and ordered drinks - almost scared to look around! After a few minutes the chap said let's sit down on the sofas. We all sat down with me on the end, my wife, the chap and his girl. He was around 55 and his girl was around 30. I thought there is no way we are going to get naughty with them - they just weren't our type - we can be quite fussy. Anyway, where we sat down was opposite a smoking booth and I smoke so I told my wife I'm having a cigarette. She was quite relaxed with it. I enjoyed leaving her alone at this stage, a little more relaxed and wondering how she will cope and what might happen.

In the smoking booth I got talking to some boys in there and they were asking where are we from etc etc and what do we want...well, I told them I didn't know. What would be would be. It's all a little new to us to be honest.

After 5 minutes I returned to my wife and she says that I wouldn't believe it but the man had been putting his hands everywhere. She said she didn't object as she felt duty bound to let him - after all - why would she be in here if she acted prudish. Fuck, I thought - she's really game for this.

We ordered another drink and then the man said they were going upstairs and would we come with them. We agreed just to be in a group rather than left lone. We didn't know what to expect but up we went and basically it was a load of bedrooms. The couple went into one but I grabbed my wife's hand and said let's have a look around first.

We found an empty room a little further along and by now we were both horny and turned on and wanted to just get sexy with each other. So in we went and left the door just a little ajar. Similar to Amsterdam we didn't mind we watched a little but the touching was another level to us.

We led on the bed and started kissing and playing with each other - my cock was growing and I couldn't stop thinking about the man with his hands all over her. My dirty girl just letting him. Dirty dirty girl. I told her there were 4 men watching now through the gap in the door and we became so engrossed in each other and I removed her black knickers from her short skirt leaving her with both legs bent and wide - I went down on her and started licking her with my cock near her head.

I was loving it.

Then with no consideration to her I came back up onto my knees and grabbed her left leg and pulled it to the left. This effectively moved her lower body towards the gap in the doorway allowing the men to see her pussy; nice and shiny and wet - partially shaven. It was an invitation to them - I had made that decision -- you like her - then here is her perfect pussy. There was hesitation but when I gestured them to enter then there was no stopping them. I whispered back to my wife - fuck, they are coming in. She sighed back that it was ok with her but she didn't want to watch and that she would cover her eyes with her arm.

So the scene before me was me knelt by her side - equal distance between pussy and tits. On my left was a chap playing with her pussy and on my right a chap licking her tits. Soon there was another chap licking her pussy, another licking her feet and then more chaps on the other side waiting their turn. A few tried to kiss her but she didn't want that. They accepted that no problem.

I said no to penetration. It was all happening very fast and being so new at this I was sure it wasn't what we both wanted. Well not then. As it continued my wife said they (it was around four different chaps) were not licking her properly and would I do it. So in the end I was on my knees licking her pussy while everyone else just m*****ed her with tongues everywhere else.

In a short while she came, wriggling like mad, with strangers sucking her tits and I'd lost count how many many were in the room. Once she had cum I cooled it down a little and said that 'the moment' was over and most of them left. Two men remained pleading with us to come back to their house - I wonder now how far it may had gone - but for me, at that moment, it was a time to 'stick' rather than 'twist'. It was a night we never expected and best end it there. They were gutted and took ages to leave but such is life - be happy with what you had lol.

We dressed and left and ended up fucking like rabbits all night at the hotel and for the rest of our time there.

When we fantasise about it we often take it to the stage where she is fucked or takes many facials. Since then we haven't been to a libertine club or had the chance to repeat it but we will soon.

The next morning I asked her to describe it and she said the moment that changed for her was seeing the hunger in the chaps eyes when they entered the room. She knew then she had to let them have her.....

Dirty dirty girl! :)

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Renu was weird. She really was! I got married to her just three months back. Our first night was my first ever time, but not hers! She had been frank with me from the very beginning. She had multiple partners over her life and she told me so when I communicated my decision to marry her. My wife told me everything that could affect our future and I honestly didn’t have any issues as they were her past. Our marriage was arranged. Renu had been engaged to someone before but had been brutally...

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flames as Paris

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On my way to Paris

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