Paris sex club adventures [M/F, MFM, F/F, FMF] - long | 2016

We just came back from a magical time in Paris. I wrote this on the plane home and in it I describe the adventures my wife and I have had at a particular club libertin in Paris called Les Chandelles. Composed as an "aide-memoire," since there are no pictures, my wife suggested I share it more broadly and gonewildstories seems like the right community with whom to share.

It was our second visit to Les Chandelles. Our first was four years earlier, when we visited Paris together a year into our relationship. Looking back, I was surprised that we were so adventurous even then, so early in our relationship. Neither of us had ever done anything as risqué as visiting a "club libertin." Until then, the idea of visiting a sex club had been a deep, dark fantasy, hidden and shameful, something I’d read about that would make my pulse quicken, fueling my arousal. I never thought I’d ever share such a forbidden and sexually indulgent experience with anyone. Yet here I was, doing this for the first time with Maya. In the year since we met, we had started sharing more intimately with each other; our fears, dreams, fantasies and other dark corners of our psyche neither of us had been comfortable sharing with anyone else. Maya and I had had an intense chemistry from the moment we met. There is nothing we’d rather do than be naked, touching each other, making love, fucking, sucking, pleasuring each other, for hours. It is with her that I feel that I was able to start plumbing the depths of my sexuality, having finally found a partner comfortable enough with her own desires. We would fuck three times a day, sometimes more. With me, she experienced her first multiple orgasms, sometimes by the dozen. I learned to enjoy sex more fully, coming more than once and with an intensity I’d not known was possible. Our sexy pillow talk sometimes drifted into whispered descriptions of sex with others, of threesomes, foursomes and what turns us on, what we’d like to do to each other and how other partners would be part of our play. It was this talk that I think helped prompt us to seek out the club.

My memories of that first time at the club are a bit hazy. We were both so nervous and I think that has clouded my recall. When we entered the tiny foyer just inside the anonymous-looking front door, there was another couple, French and attractive, waiting for the doorman to let them in. Maya and I were unsure what we needed to do. Ring the bell? Was the club even open? We exchanged awkward hellos with the other couple. He was tall and good-looking in a Latin way; dark hair, clean cut features, good posture. She was also tall, her shoulders set slightly back, pretty with long wavy hair. They were in their early-to-mid 40s and had a self-confidence that we found sexy. It didn’t seem that this was their first visit. After what felt like an eon but was probably less than a minute, the doorman let us in.

The lobby was dimly lit, the walls painted stone, black and red with indirect lighting leaving me feeling like we were entering a private, privileged space and indulging in something scandalous. The doorman took our coats, gloves, and scarves, motioning towards a downward staircase that led to a cave-like lower level. At the bottom of the stairs was a long hallway that opened onto a seating area ahead and a bar and dance floor on the right. On the left was a heavy velvet curtain covering the entrance to another area. The bar and dance area looked like any other small dance club, with lights, a mirror ball, small stage and DJ playing house and other danceable tunes. I was still nervous, my hands shaking, my breath short, my chest a bit tight. At the bar, I ordered a bottle of champagne. There were not many other people, fewer than a dozen, sitting or standing at the bar, or at tables in alcoves along the walls. A blond woman approached us and introduced herself. Where were we from? What are our names? She and some friends, all flight attendants, had just flown down from Sweden to celebrate New Years. Swedish flight attendants! Unfortunately, the reality didn’t live up the fantasy. While pretty, she was middle-aged and her face more lined than I find attractive. With them was an older Swedish man who instantly took a liking to Maya and tried to engage in small talk. We chatted a bit, disengaged and moved to a side table in an alcove, sipping our champagne, observing the room. The music was good and we decided to dance. Maya was wearing a short, skimpy, sexy, red dress, high heals, no bra and thong panties. This outfit left just enough to the imagination and made it easy for me to discretely reach in from the sides and fondle her breasts while we were dancing. Over at the bar, we saw a woman who had liberated her enhanced breasts from her top and was showing them to her partner. Was this the same guy that hit on Maya? Was she jealous and wanting to recapture his attention? The couple we’d met in the foyer was seated diagonally across from us, engrossed in each other, touching and kissing.

As we sat, we noticed that periodically couples would walk by and through one of the two heavy curtained doorways to the area behind. After a while they’d come back. Our curiosity piqued, we decided to take a look for ourselves. We pushed through the curtains and discovered a whole new area of the club. To our left and right was a hallway. Across the hall, a smoking room and some bathrooms including a room with a shower. At either end of the hallway, we could make out dimly lit rooms but not much else. We went right. The hallway ended in an L and straight ahead, through a barred window set into the wall, we could peer into a large room with build in couches. There were a number of dim forms in various stages of undress reclined on the couches, engaged in petting, oral sex and intercourse. Just beyond the turn in the hallway to the left that led into the larger room was a small, velvet-lined, mirrored, slightly raised, oval room, just large enough for four people with a large-cushioned bed that completely filled the space. It was empty when we walked past and we proceeded into the larger room. The space was filled, writhing couples on the couches and beds that lined the walls. To our right were two women and a man. One woman was on all fours between the legs of the other one, performing oral sex. The man was kneeling behind her, fucking her doggy style. I had never seen anything like this except in pornography and I was incredibly aroused. Other couples were also having sex all around us but it was this threesome that stands out in my memory. I grabbed Maya’s hand and led her back into the small oval room we’d just passed. My heart was beating hard in my chest. Here we were, in a sex club, in public about to have sex with other people all around us. We kissed, we touched, I went down on her, she fellated me, and we had sex. It was incredibly arousing even though I don’t remember it in detail today. I do recall how intense it felt and how satisfying our climax was. Neither of us was fully disrobed, so collecting ourselves was largely just straightening our clothes. We refreshed ourselves in the washrooms and headed back to the bar to sip more champagne.

After a bit we went back into the curtained area to explore some more. The action in the first large room had died down so we went to the other end of the hallway, beyond the washrooms, where there was another larger chamber also lined with couched and beds, some extending fully onto the floor and others in small alcoves. There were more people in here, some fucking and others standing and watching. We stood at the foot of a large bed and watch two attractive couples each having sex. I was standing behind Maya and slipped my hands into her dress and started to fondle her exposed breasts with one hand while biting the back of her neck and rubbing her through her panties with the other hand. I was aroused and not paying enough attention to what was happening around us. Next thing I felt was Maya jerking back and turning towards me. She was upset and shaking. The guys standing next to us had leaned over and licked her nipple while I was fondling her. This was a total breach of all club etiquette. I grabbed her hand and quickly led her from the room back towards the bar. We stood to one side and I asked her if she was okay. She was in shock and felt violated. This was supposed to be a safe space where women called the shots and in the main it was; we had just encountered someone who apparently didn’t know how to respect appropriate boundaries. I suggested that we could leave right then if Maya was uncomfortable. She collected and calmed herself and said she’d be fine to stay. I think I’d been a little too comfortable and not wary enough in this environment and I resolved to keep an eagle eye to make sure we weren’t surprised again.

We took a bit of a breather and had some more champagne and danced. Our composure restored, we ventured back into the play area, stopping once more at the four-person alcove. The attractive couple we’d noticed earlier was inside. The woman was naked except for her garter belt and stockings and she was fellating her husband while lying legs-open facing the entrance and massaging her clitoris. Her unselfconscious freedom and wildness, exposing her sexuality for all to see, was intoxicating. We stood and watched for a couple of minutes before she sat up and motioned for Maya and I to join them. It was a bit of a shock and Maya turned to me questioningly. I whispered that it was okay and we both lowered ourselves onto the bed. Kneeling and facing each other, Maya and the woman kissed and ran their hands over each other’s bodies, before Maya reclined and the woman lowered herself between Maya’s open thighs. She pulled aside Maya’s underwear and started to rub her pussy and clit, inserting a couple of fingers into her and making a come-hither motion to massage her g-spot. Maya was taken aback. This was all happening so quickly and she didn’t know if it was okay with me, or even how she felt about it. Sensing this, I leaned over and reassured her, taking her hand in mine and whispering in her ear. She relaxed as the woman continued to masturbate her and started to lick her clit. The husband reached over and touched Maya’s breast, at which point I said, “Les femmes seulment, s’il vous plait” (“The women only, please”) and he relaxed back on his side and watched the two women together. The French woman continued to suck on Maya’s clit and after a few minutes brought her to an intense orgasm. This was the first time that Maya had ever experienced anything like this and I think the experience was a bit overwhelming. She was turned on but also understandably shy and hesitant. When she had finished coming, Maya sat up and kissed the woman as I told her, “Etait sa premiere fois” (“It was her first time.”), thanked her and left the room, making our way to the first group room we had seen.

Even though I’d already come not too long before, I was unbearably aroused by what had just happened. In the group room, we found a small couch in the corner and I lay Maya on her back, pulled aside her panties and went down on her again. She was incredibly excited and it didn’t take much for her to come again. I stood and removed my pants as she leaned forward and took my hard cock into her mouth. However, I couldn’t wait much longer to fuck her, laying Maya on her back, mounting her and sliding myself deep into her hot pussy. After a few minutes of vigorous thrusting we both came together, the second time that evening. The memory of Maya receiving oral sex from that sexy French woman while I held her hand is one of the hottest experiences I’ve ever had and to this day it still turns me on when I think about it.

Having come a few times already that evening, we were both a bit spent. When we had collected ourselves once more, we wandered around to get a look at what else was going on. The French couple had left the little room and in their place were a cute petite strawberry blond girl with short hair and her dark-skinned boyfriend. Completely naked, she was kneeling over him, her firm, little ass up in the air and her mouth wrapped around his very thick cock. Seeing her move her mouth up and down his thick meat was very hot. She was in an almost hypnotic state as she took him deep into her mouth. This stands out among the other hot vignettes from that night.

At this point, it was time to call it a night. We collected ourselves and went back to the lobby to settle up and collect our coats. The doorman called us a cab, which whisked us back to our hotel. By the time we returned to our room, it was early morning. Although we were tired, we were still incredibly aroused and had wild sex once more before falling deeply asleep. I think the experience overall was positive for us. It was something neither of us had ever done before and we were doing together as a couple. Maya was concerned that it might have been too much given that we had only been together for a year. I understand her reticence and not wanting to feel shameful being so vulnerable and exposed with a man who wasn’t her husband. We talked and shared and came to a good place; the experience brought us closer together. Although we didn’t return immediately to the club, we did continue our sensual and sexual exploration, sometimes to comical effect. We tried a swingers club in Vancouver, attending a sexy Halloween party. The atmosphere was much less refined, the people not uniformly attractive and the vibe was one of “let’s fuck” instead of the more passionate, sensual seduction we’d experienced at the club in Paris. At Burning Man, we visited the famous Orgy Dome several times over two successive years, an entirely different story which I might share at some point. While titillating and exciting in its own way, it was not the same. There was something captivating about our time at the club in Paris that continued to fuel our arousal for the next four years whenever we spoke about it.

The next time we returned to Les Chandelles, we were married. There was something different about the experience the second time. Certainly we were both nervous, the kind of butterflies in the stomach that you’re not sure quite what it is. Fear? Excitement? Arousal? We had been to Paris a few other times since, and although we had spoken about returning to the club, we had never quite made it back. Tiredness. Hunger. Indifference. These were the reasons we told ourselves for why any particular night wasn’t quite right. The previous visit we got all the way to the anonymous, non-descript shop-front on Rue Terese, before having a change of heart. It was a Monday. I thought to myself, “Would a Monday in February even be a draw? Are there going to be enough hot people there?” As we walked by we passed an attractive couple walking determinedly to the entrance, and over my shoulder I saw them duck into the doorway. He was tall and good-looking. She, a brunette, was similarly attractive and very well made up. I couldn’t help but wonder if she was a prostitute or otherwise compensated companion, such was her makeup and outfit. As we continued on, we passed another man heading toward the club. He asked, “Vous allez?” (“Are you going in?”). I replied that we weren’t and it seemed that he was a little disappointed. Maya and I stopped and conferred with each other. Did we really want to do this? What if the first time was the best it was ever going to get and this time disappointing? After all, we were tired, had just eaten and hadn’t prepared ourselves mentally or physically. Not this time. We started walking back to our apartment. At the end of the street a cabby asked us if we wanted a ride. He had seen us stroll by, turn and return. He commented, in French, that Monday was ‘gangbang’ night. We laughed. Suddenly the single man’s question and reaction made more sense and we mused about the couple we saw earlier. Did she like being fucked by multiple guys? Was he her husband or a client? Did she take more than one man at once or one after another? I felt we had dodged a bullet. Going to a couple’s night is one thing. But gangbang night? That would be something else entirely!

On our most recent trip Paris, we were determined to go to the club once more. After all we had been speaking about it for so long, it was time to see if the first time had been a fluke. Maya and my relationship had deepened so much; it felt like time to see where we were and how this would be a different experience than the last time. We talked about what we should expect and where the boundaries were. A few nights prior we shared our group sex fantasies with each other, which made us both incredibly horny and resulted in some really intense fucking. I described a foursome with another couple: Maya between my legs sucking my cock while he fucks her from behind. The woman straddling my face so she can suck my cock with Maya, while I am going down on her. Maya described a threesome with another woman going down on her while I fuck the woman doggy style and Maya can feel each thrust on her pussy and clit. Both of these were super hot scenarios and each had an element of looking out for each other’s pleasure and making sure it was a hot and satisfying experience for the partner instead of just being focused on self. I saw the deep concern we have for each other and the desire to make the other happy by fulfilling each other’s respective fantasies. Just that observation left me feeling deeply cared for and that Maya was equally interested in giving to me as well as receiving.

Before we left for Paris I had ordered a couple of sexy dresses for Maya, one red and one black. As we got ready for our evening, Maya settled on the black one. It was made of stretchy material and almost indecently short with a halter-top and plunging swoop neckline in the front, and open in the back. She went braless and the dress barely covered her firm, juicy 34Bs. At dinner that evening, Maya wore a somewhat more modest black dress and I carried the club dress in my jacket pocket for her to change into afterwards. We ate at one of our favorite restaurants in Les Halles, a short walk from the club. Maya changed in the washroom after dinner, the slinky dress perfectly complementing her black, five-inch heal, “fuck me” shoes she was wearing. As we strolled slowly towards the club, I felt the same apprehension I had the previous time but we agreed to go ahead. What was the worst that could happen, right? We hadn’t settled on specific sexual boundaries, but I felt confident we could handle whatever presented itself in real time. I was okay with this because I implicitly trust that Maya will make choices that put the partnership first, just as I would.

When we arrived at the door, we went into the foyer and pressed the bell. The inner door opened and the doorman escorted us into the lobby where he took our outer-garments and cell phones. Walking down the stairs, the place now felt more familiar as memories of our last visit came flooding back. Once on the lower level, we ordered some champagne at the bar and sat in a quiet corner, sipping from our flutes and kissing each other while I ran my hands over the top of Maya’s dress and across her breasts. There was a stripper pole nearby and Maya ascended the platform and danced for me. We kissed and I continued to rub her, even running my fingers between her legs and massaging her clit. When we arrived there were only a handful of couples, some at the bar and the others sat in various table alcoves nearby. It was still early and most of the people hadn’t arrived. No one was playing yet in the various spaces behind the velvet curtains. Maya and I took a turn on the dance floor for a few songs and were joined by a pair of couples.

After some more champagne, we ventures back into the play area where things were just starting to heat up as more people filtered into the club. When we went into the larger of the playrooms, there were a few couples just getting going, the women fellating their partners or receiving oral sex from their men. We continued on to the small room that held such good memories from our last visit, but alas it was unoccupied. The other large room at the end of the hallway was also not in use yet. We returned to the main playroom where things were continuing to heat up. We watched various couples pleasuring each other. I was getting very aroused and was fondling Maya’s breasts from behind as we observed. I pulled her over to a small couch, kissed her deeply and lay her back so I could lick her pussy. Pulling her underwear aside, I went down on her until she came on my face. I stood up and she sitting opened my pants, taking out my cock and sucking it deeply into her mouth. Hearing the passionate, hot moans of the other women coming around me along with my wife’s skilled mouth deep-throating my big cock was almost too much for me. I took my dick out of Maya’s mouth and lay her back so I could fuck her properly, raising her legs and sinking my throbbing cock into her hot, wet pussy. I fucked her like that for a few minutes bringing her to a couple more orgasms. Instead of letting myself come, I pulled back not wanting to lose steam too early in the evening. We reassembled our clothing, went to the washroom to clean up and grabbed some more champagne.

The rest of the evening was a bit of a blur but I vividly recall several incredibly hot scenes. In the hallway by the barred window overlooking the group room, there was a pair of handcuffs fixed high on the wall. I pinned Maya’s hands above her head in the cuffs and while she was immobilized I sucked her nipples until she came and reached into her panties and rubbed her clit until she came again. When I released her hands from the cuffs, we saw a pretty, lingerie-clad blond beckoning Maya from the other side of the widely spaced bars. Maya looked at me and I encouraged her to approach the girl, who then reached through the bars and started to fondle Maya’s breasts. Maya pressed herself against the bars and the girl kissed her and started to lick her nipples while I was fondling Maya from behind. Unfortunately, before things could progress any further, the girl was overtaken by a coughing fit and had to leave the room to get over it.

At this point, we were turned on again and went into the little private room, got naked and had really hot sex, progressing from oral to deep fucking with both of us coming together. Once more, we re-robed and went to the washroom to clean up. A little later we went back to the big group playroom and the blond appeared to have recovered. We chatted for a second but the spark was gone, perhaps she felt embarrassed by her earlier coughing fit. She and her man moved to one of the large beds and started playing with another couple, a brunette and her well-built boyfriend. It was watching them that I observed my first real foursome. At various points the brunette was licking the blonde’s clit while she was getting fucked by her man, the blond went down on the brunette and the most exciting was the blond sucking her man’s cock while the other man was fucking her hard from behind. It was unbelievably hot hearing her deep moans muffled by the cock in her mouth while she was coming from getting pounded doggy style by the other guy.

We moved to the other large playroom for a change of scene since the main room was getting a bit crowded. We found a space in a snug alcove and started to make out. At our feet on a nearby couch we saw an interesting exchange. A cute blond was just finishing fucking one guy and was stroking the dick of a second guy. The girl stood up, said something to the second guy who then walked away. The girl had a short conversation with the first guy who stood up, pulled on his pants and left the room as well. The second guy came back and lay down, while the girl pulled down his pants and started sucking his cock, all this just a couple of feet away from us. He put on a condom and she straddled him, sinking down on his long cock and riding him hard until they both came. I can’t imagine what the conversation she had with the first guy was though. Perhaps something like “Thank you for just fucking me, but now I’m going to fuck this other guy. You can watch if you’d like” Turned on by what was happening right next to us, I focused my full attention on Maya, pulling up her dress and moving her panties aside and sitting her down on my cock as well. Holding her ass with my hands, I moved her up and down on my rigid cock, making her come two or three times. I loved having her on top of me, her breasts in my face, sucking her nipples and feeling her pussy sliding up and down on my straining dick. This was the second time I came that evening.

After cleaning up once more, we finished our bottle of champagne and strolled around the play areas once more to see if the scene had evolved. We ended up once more in the quieter second large playroom. A couple was just finishing in one alcove and a large bed held a foursome who looked like they were asleep after an intense fuck session. Maya and I took a quiet spot on one of the beds and started once more to kiss and fondle each other. I went down on her once more (she loves me licking her pussy and clit, and I love that I can make her come and come and come on my tongue) and she returned the favor bringing my cock back up to full size. While we were getting each other hot another couple came and started fucking next to us. The woman was a pretty petite blond with a super tight body and small firm breasts. The man started by bending her over, licking her pussy from behind and then fucked her doggy-style while holding her arms back. She then laid him on his back and mounted him in a reverse cowgirl, sliding up and down on his cock, moaning and groaning deeply at how good it obviously felt. She finished him off with her mouth. What was so captivating about her was how apparently unselfconscious she was in her sexuality and pleasure. She obviously was enjoying herself and it wasn’t clear whether the man was her first of the night or one of many or what relationship they had with each other. In that moment it seemed that she was completely consumed by her own animal passion and the enjoyment of fucking him hard and being fucked hard in return.

After Maya and my last session, we were spent and ready to head home. We settled up, collected our coats and the doorman hailed a cab. As we waited in the lobby, one of the other couples from the evening came up the stairs. I briefly made eye contact with the man and the woman and we exchanged a knowing glance. “Yes,” the glance communicated, “we have all just been naked and fucking all night downstairs and it was hot and it was naughty and we can’t wait to do it again!!!” All that in a half-second passing look, our eyes laughing and the corners of our mouths turned up in mysterious half-smiles. I am still processing what I experienced that night. I came to have a much deeper appreciation of the awesome power of female sexual freedom. I saw it in the coughing blond with her foursome, and the petit blond with the firm tits fucking next to us. Most importantly I saw it coming from my beautiful wife for whom I want nothing else in this world but for her to feel free to experience the awe-inspiring depths of the full expression of herself as a sexual being. Nothing turns me on and warms my heart more than this.

EDIT: Thank you for taking the time to read. I would love any feedback you have. This is my first attempt at narrative writing and I am considering doing more. I was never particularly interested in writing fiction but loved process of taking these significant life events and putting them on paper.