[M/F] Strippers, Live Sex Show, and Amsterdam | 2016

We spend a good bit of time in Amsterdam. Why wouldn’t you? Beer, friendly people, an amazing society, and everyone enjoys a good time. Some do so more than others…

Drunkenly we have talked at great lengths about knocking on the doors as we walk through De Wallen. It was no secret that she enjoyed our walks down the canal. The first time we went I was unsure of what her reaction would be...what she would say...instead I found myself looking over to watch her eyes wander from window to window. Lingering more on others than some.

A few years ago we had took that first step to go into a strip club hidden between one of the side streets. She sat there sipping her very expensive beer. Between the loud thumps of music she leaned into my shoulder and whispered “that one.” It was the first step we took together as the stripper grinded her on the bar. I looked over intensly watching her feel every curve of the strippers body and focus on her playful nipples. It was as if I was not in the room. A silent observer with a bulge in my pants. We walked out and back to our hotel room that night. It was seconds after the door opened I took advantage of her horny wetness from her little adventure.

We had been unable to get back to Amsterdam due to some scheduling issues with both our jobs. Whether it was her schedule or mine, we found ourselves unable to wedge it into the schedule. That is until a few months ago.

Much is our routine we went out for bitterballen and a few Dutch Kopstootje before stumbling through the canals lined with red lights. Excited from her last visit we strolled quickly and purposefully to the strip club. “This time I am going to take off my coat” my wife excitedly stated as she made her way for the door. She sat down again in much the same manner…”that one” and with that I called her over. By both our accounts she was not nearly as sexy as the last one, but boobs are boobs as my wife says, and she eagerly played. The girl pushed into my wife’s body and grabbed her hands to ensure she felt everywhere we had paid for. She turned over and pushed her lips towards my wife, but not allowing a touch. Same as last time, she was fully engulfed in the experience of this woman's body being a playground for her hands. She reached back and pulled me to sit next to her as it happened. It took everything possible to stand-up without revealing the hard dick pushing to be free in my jeans. The girl finished her show and had my wife kiss her ass check and give her a friendly slap. In a room full of drunk guys, I am sure she much preferred my wife’s sexy tender touch. My wife asked if we could take her in a room to play. As I pulled the euros from my wallet I asked “we have no private rooms here” and with that we drank our beer and left. But it did plant a seed of what we were ready to do.

I had fully expected the same thing to happen as last time, but we strolled towards the canal again. “Live Sex Show sounds interesting” said my wife. I had expected a joking giggle, but instead found her smile inviting to go. On top of being sloshed, horny, and cold, we decided at least to peruse in for the warmth.

“2 Euro” said the guy behind the bulletproof glass. I reached into my jacket to discover some coins and we circled the booths looking for a green light. We opened the door, went in, and deposited our two euro coin. The lights went dark and we could see a couple circling upon a bed. He had her on all fours and slowly fucked her while avoiding eye contact with those he could see through the vainly blackened windows. My wife quickly turned against the wall and we decided to join in. It was all I could do to slide my dick out of my jeans. The thought, the visual, and the sight of my wife in this little booth had pushed me to a state of rigidness. Once she was able to free it from my pants I slid into her now dripping lips. Between the stripper and this it seemed all too much.

Our eyes wandered from them to the other little windows darting the circular booth. Could they see us? Did we care? With each thrust we become more intertwined with the moment. I can’t speak for my wife, but my eyes were fixed on watching our showman fuck this Dutch blonde from behind. The way he took her over and over again with so many eyes watching. I didn’t find her much to look at, but he was.

I felt the orgasm building...my wife was soaking wet and panting with each thrust. She looked over her shoulder at me and I said lightly “I am going to cum.” I pulled out at the last second and did as I am sure many others have, and blew my load on the wall of the small booth. We both took a second to recover. Take in what had just happened. The couple who had given us so much of a show appeared to look in at us. Neither of us minded. We cleaned up best we could and shuffled to the door. “That was amazing” my wife stated as we walked briskly down the canal back to our hotel.

“We should do that again…”

Edit: Part 2 Found Here