You sit at the bar

So you sit down at the bar and a young waitress with long black hair and wearing only panties comes over to you.

"What can I get you?" she asks, leaning so far over the counter that her nipples almost touch your face. Before you can decide with Nicole who is driving and who can drink, she has already ordered a glass of champagne. Your gaze falls briefly on your panties, which are tucked into your chastity panties, and then back on the waitress's nipples. A great evening, you think to yourself and order a Coke.

"Do you have any idea what we do now?" Nicole asks you.

"Not really. I mean, it's kind of stupid to just go into a room and have sex, isn't it?"

Nicole nods. Then she taps your shoulder and directs your gaze to the left, where there is a large corner sofa with a table in front of it. In the corner of the sofa sits a woman in a white outfit that is cut so high that you can easily see her pubic area. Next to her sits a man who looks like her - or a - husband and kisses the woman devotedly while his hand wanders down between her legs and fingers her pussy.

"There's your answer," you laugh.

"Seriously?" Nicole asks. "No... somehow... I can't just start on command."

At that moment two more men come and slowly sit down next to the couple. Without asking, they start to pull their tops down over their shoulders and expose their breasts. Their nipples stand out stiffly and now their lower bodies are also pressing against their husband's - or anyone else's - fingers. The two new men use their tongues to attack the woman's nipples, who then rests her head on the back of the sofa with pleasure and opens her mouth to moan.

You watch the spectacle, partly amazed, partly excited, and less than five minutes later the quartet stands up and makes its way downstairs to where the playrooms are.

"Wow! Does it always go this fast here?" you ask yourself more than your wife.

"It seems so. But... do all three of them want to make out with the woman now?"

"Pretty gangbang-like, isn't it?"

"Sort of," Nicole admits. "It's enough to make you scared and anxious!"

"But you don't need to," you suddenly hear a voice from your right. You turn around and look into the face of a man of about twenty-five, framed by medium-length blond hair. His build is athletic - muscular, but he doesn't look like the typical gym-goer.

"Sometimes things really do get fast and hard here," the man continues. "But often also slower, more romantic and more loving. It all depends on what you're looking for here. And there is an unwritten rule. If someone grabs you and you don't want them to, you push their hand away. Everyone accepts that here!"

The man stands up, goes to Nicole and offers her his hand. "Jonathan, but most people just call me Jon," he introduces himself.

You introduce yourselves briefly and are glad that the whole thing is taking place according to more socially acceptable rules and not like on the corner sofa.

"You're new, right?"

"Can you tell?" you ask.

Jon laughs heartily. "Yes, of course!"

While his eyes squint at the lower opening of Nicole's outfit, you look at him. He looks really well-trained. Washboard stomach, muscles of course, without being pumped up. His bare upper body shows off his chest and back muscles. He's wearing ivory satin briefs that are pretty bulging.

Meat penis, you think.

"Okay, as newbies you can sit here at the bar all evening and watch the goings-on - which is what a lot of couples do when they're here for the first time - or you can just enjoy yourself here. What do you think? Want to go to the sauna?"