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PAULA’S DARK SIDE
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Why did I allow my angelic wife to work at The Swinger’s Club? That is the question I am left with, waiting for Paula to come home. She should have been back by now.
What led her down the slippery path to The Swingers’ Club? Well on one side is our social class and life. The other is our financial affairs. We had quite ‘a normal’ life for one year. My wife knew of my cuckold fantasies and she went along with it by having virtual cyber dates with strangers. I contacted the men for her, gave her the laptop, and she took it from there. Paula gave them a very good show.
One time she did it on her own: she made online contact with another man. It was with a man she knew fancied her: her old neighbor! She flashed her low neckline to him while WhatsApping and things progressed from there. She performed a full striptease, gave a virtual blowjob and even simulated .
These men were all well endowed and this made it exciting for both of us. She liked to masturbate with them, especially using her nice, black, bullet vibrator on her clitoris, while she saw the stranger wanking with her. This both brought them mutual pleasure and for me too. She ‘played’ with many men this way: single men living in remote, lonely places, old pensionists who lost their wives, and African refugees living on their own in a foreign country. Paula brought a lot of comfort to them, this I know for sure.
My wife had a very high drive and, I suppose, I was underperforming in bed. The reason for my underperformance was (still is) my low level of testosterone. with Paula was basically once every two weeks. Our only position was the missionary position as I found other positions problematic due to the small size of my penis. My erections easily deflated, too. In addition to all of that, I was overworked and that stress had put strains on our marriage. The only thing that turned me on was our extramarital cyber activities. There was no problem for my wife seeking male attention.
Paula and I were very much the same in terms of our social class, which was middle: we had our own flat and earned the average level of income. We also had the same Zodiac sign: Pieces. Both of us were dreamers, deeply emotional and empathetic people. I am not sure if it was good for us to share so many of the same characteristics. In terms of ual inclinations, both of us were submissive.
Paula went to church every week, she found her strength from her faith. Maybe it was atonement for her sins? She was an active member at her local Seventh Day Adventist church and went to an international Bible study group there. Now most people would disagree with Paula’s sincerity of faith, but it was how she dealt with her situation. In her mind ‘sinning’ online was only virtual and not like real ‘unfaithful physical ‘. Every week she confessed her sins and in that way she was washed clean. Paula was a pragmatic believer.
Many male foreigners were invited for dinner at our home by my kind and generous wife. My sick, perverted, cuckold fantasy was for her to invite these guests up to our bedroom for one of her shows. The ultimate hospitable wife, but maybe not the most Christian one…I liked the slutty side of my wife.
On the financial side, my wife could not find any work that suited her well enough. We were strapped for cash. I had two local jobs, one during the day and one at night. She found a job at The Swingers’ Club. Her job at the club was going to be temporary. A good thing was that we both had jobs within a short walking distance of our flat.
Madame Syn required an allrounder, someone who could cover many, hopefully all bases. She needed help during the day and a little bit into the evening. Joana’s shift was from five o’clock to midnight. The early part of the shift was getting the place ready, like to supply tissues for all those ejaculations. As well as having the bar wellstocked and to have enough food for the buffet. Paula helped with anything she needed.
The Madame also wanted a masseur, sometimes people didn’t get lucky and Paula was a good backup plan. People could book and pay for a massage, but they had to do this upon entry to the club. This would allow them free entry to the club. The price for a massage was around double the price to get into the club generally. So it was a nice little earner for the club.
Paula worked as a masseur at the black leather massage table found in the basement of the club. This was next to the Glory Hole section. It was in front of everyone and so there were no ‘Happy Ends’ on offer. Head and neck massages were offered, as well as the Swedish full body at a higher price. Paula told me that there was nothing that happened which was unruly. They had security staff to handle anyone being difficult.
At the club, there was a clear way of telling the clients that were just watching and the clients that were participating. My wife said that she had on a blue wristband. The blue wristband meant that she was a member of staff and, so, not a ‘player’. If someone touched her they would get a warning from security. If they persisted they would be thrown out and run the risk of being banned from entering again.
Paula candidly told me that she just massaged people and nothing else. I believed her. She said she did both men and women. Madame Syn was very happy with her efforts.
My wife got her job from a friend of a friend. Madame Syn needed extra man power, more precisely woman power. Business had taken an upturn after the pandemic. Then soon after Paula got her new job, new legislation came in. The new law prevented the club from being located within one thousand feet of either schools, churches or parks. This was the final blow. So Madame Syn had to close down The Swingers’ Club for good.
Tonight was Halloween night for the club and Paula said everything had prepared for the party ‘Fright Night’. The theme of it was to scare. All female staff would wear dark, black costumes: witches, slutty nurses and y schoolgirls. They were going to entertain their clientele and guarantee them a night to remember. I wondered what costume Paula would receive from Madame Syn?
Would it the slut nurse or the y schoolgirl?
Paula said at eight thirty was usually a quiet period and there were not that many couples. Even so, there were some single men looking for some action. Single men had to pay double and I guess they were twice as horny as the couples. Singles ladies, of course, did not have to pay. They were a rare commodity.
Just before the ten o’clock rush, Paula was allowed to take a thirty minute break. Since her break coincided with my break from my job around the corner, we thought we could have something to eat together. I wanted to take advantage of the free buffet.
On the black steel door of the club there was a huge colorful poster in the Halloween theme with the title ‘FRIGHT NIGHT’. At the bottom of the poster there stood: “Special Surprise Guest’ and ‘Fun and Games’. I wondered if a y witch would come out to play? I had to wait a while in the lobby to visit Paula. While waiting, I wondered ‘what were the ‘Fun and Games’?’. Maybe Paula knows? I had to ask her later.’
There was a bit of security at the start, checking of bags etc. I wondered if the handsome, black hunk of a man got to participate in any of the action. I guess he was probably there to make sure people behaved themselves. Two security cameras monitored the entrance. There was a sign: ‘Jeans are not permitted — or trousers of any kind for women. Welcome to the Swingers’ Club!’
There was a price list by the sign. I was glad that I was not paying. The extortionate price, though, did include the buffet and a glass of champagne. I debated to myself if I should drink or not. “Best not,” I reasoned, since I was going back to work afterward. For some reason, I felt shattered already.
I listened to Madame Syn describing the wristband system to a stranger in front of me. Quite an ordinary man. A typical bachelor. Bald. Okay body. Horrible taste in tshirts. It was red, white and blue and had a haphazard, messy design. After her description of the wristband system, she put a green wristband on him. This meant, apparently, ‘open to free use’.
Then she said to him he was not allowed to have keys, coats or mobile phones in the rest of the premises, but to put them in his locker.
He promptly asked Madame Syn, “Are there many couples or any nice single broads tonight?” His voice was sordid and naughty. I had the impression he was a manual worker. The seedy man looked like he was married, because of the thick gold ring on his left hand.
Madame Syn replied to him, “Not many now, but maybe more later on.” She then whispered something in his ear that I could not quite hear. I wondered why she was being secretive. Whatever she said to him, I saw him smile wickedly back to her.
Upon the man’s entry to the actual club, she said: “Have a nice time! Don’t forget to hand in your token for your glass of champagne.”
Madame Syn knew I was coming. Paula had asked her a little favor, if I could pop by and have some of the food on offer in her break. She knew that they would have to throw away lots of it after the event. Paula didn’t like waste, nor did Madame Syn.
“Welcome! You are Paula’s husband?” she enquired with a smile. I nodded.
“You can keep your mobile dear, I trust you with that! And you don’t need a wristband, you are here for only a short time,” stated the hostess.
I nodded and said, “Just thirty minutes.”
Madame Syn didn’t go through her routine like she did with her previous customer. I probably didn’t look like the clientele who usually graced her establishment. She didn’t give me a token for the free glass of bubbly, either.
I suppose I was unnerved by the proprietor. She was a slim, middleaged brunette. Madame Syn was dressed elegantly with a white silk shirt, black tight leather trousers, a black blazer and six inch white high heels. She looked, also, very experienced and worldly. One could tell she had seen things in life, was knowledgeable about people, and their perversions. She had seen it all.
Paula said that Madame Syn’s view of the club was that it allowed likeminded people to meet together. Web sites tended to have many pretenders and single men masquerading as couples. She didn’t tolerate any arguments in the club and wanted a friendly, fun and intimate atmosphere.
“Paula is waiting for you. All showered and ready for you, darling! I was glad I had her with me today, getting this place ready. Lovely girl. Lucky man you are! She has such a customer service friendly attitude. We are so grateful for her help!” Madame flattered me with her compliments of my wife.
I went past the shower and locker room. I didn’t need to take a shower since I wasn’t going to be there very long. I had a quick glance at the laundry basket by the door. The Swingers’ Club had to wash many white towels!
One time Joana described to me her workplace as being a myriad of rooms catering to everyone’s darkest desires. If you wanted privacy in a booth, you could have it. If you wanted just to be watched, you could have an audience either through a peephole or a window. There was a room equipped with any toy you wanted. You could tie your partner to a bench and have an audience viewing through the metal bars. There were dark rooms with pink fluorescent lighting with large, black PVC mattresses. Of course, they had a sauna and a mini swimming pool.
Entering the Swingers’ Club it could have been a nightclub bar anywhere in the world: some couples were sitting around chatting around the bar. Then I heard from further down the sound of primal grunts of a man and sighs from a woman. This was from a very dark corridor as far as I could tell.
The black and pink lounge area had very large spotlights, which highlighted the different areas. There was, of course, a well stocked bar, a pool table, a long row of leather seats and a center stage with a long metal pole with seats around it.
And there was the dining area, where there was a long table in the middle. The table had fine china cups and saucers on it. Paula though was waiting for me by one of the smaller tables by the wall. She looked happy and was smiling. I think she was glad that she had a job. I couldn’t help but notice her yellow and black leopard dress. It looked brand new. A hot little number. I thought it suited her well, showing off her slim, athletic body. Paula was a wild cat of the night..
“Hola mi amor!” she kissed me, as I rushed to greet her.
“Nice dress!” I complimented Paula.
“Si amor, Madame Syn give me as present. I change from costume to have food with you!”
Paula looked good enough to eat. Her large, dark, chocolate eyes looked catlike and inviting. I have no doubt that she will get a lot of male attention tonight. Paula’s leopard dress made her cute tits pop out like ripe apples: tempting and ready to pick. Her full lips were painted a light red along with her fingernails. I guessed she put coconut oil on her smooth mediterranean skin after she had showered. I smelled her Chanel Coco Mademoiselle parfum and saw that she was dressed to thrill.
“I haven’t got that much time darling! Before you know it, I have got to go!” I said in a hurry, as if I was desperate to go to the restroom. I had hunger pangs and quickly slung my jacket onto my chair. I could see the bald, repulsive man, who I met before, had loaded his plate full of food and was now looking for a place to sit.
As was our custom, Paula would ‘reserve’ the table by sitting there, while I got my food first. I was ravenous. The buffet was nothing to write home about, but okay. The club did their best to provide a satisfactory service for their clients. It had tons of salads, bread, selections of sliced meats etc. I took two plates, a big one for me and a small one for Paula. She didn’t eat that much, so getting food for her was easy.
Just as I was choosing the food for Paula, I had a question for her. I turned around to see the bald man at our table talking to her. He had placed his plate and glass on my side of the table, to my astonishment.
My wife, then for some reason stood up. To my surprise and shock, the tactless brute daringly pulled down the front of my wife’s lovely dress for her juicy apples to be displayed for everyone to see. She looked startled and amazed by it. His eyes feasted on her succulent tits as he licked his lips. He gave them a quick feel. It was as if he was inspecting fruit at a food stall, before buying it.
Knowing that I was at a swinging club I knew such things could happen, but I was equally flabbergasted at the man’s lack of decency and respect. It looked like he assumed that everything was on offer here. Having the right wristbands on was very important to communicate whether you were playing or not. It was then I saw that my wife didn’t have one on. I thought it best to get over and ‘rescue’ her, but first I fired out a ‘warning shot’ before coming over.
“Paula, cucumber or a mini hot dog?” I shouted out to her from the buffet table.
There was silence and then she replied “Pepino…Cucumber!”
With her answer the man hastily retreated with his plate and glass to another table. Paula then pulled her dress up over her bust, swiftly in one movement. I quickly joined her at our table, reclaiming my seat.
“Are you okay Paula?” was my first question for her.
“Si…estúpido! Man…estúpido” she repeated herself over and over again.
“Why aren’t you wearing that blue wristband of yours to show that you work here?” I asked, nagging at her.
“I forget. I in hurry to change in nice clothes for meet you, mi amor.” She said in her defense, as she munched on her cucumber. That was a good excuse..
“What did he want anyway?” I asked with haste and urgency, gulping down my lukewarm hot dog.
“He say hello, and want see my dress. He ask me stand up. He say I look good. And want buy one for wife,” Paula innocently answered. “Then estúpido pull down my top. I surprise he do this,” she said and tried to laugh it off with a shrug of her shoulders.
“The idiot must have thought we were a couple…here to play,” I told Paula.
“I tell him later, I work here,” she reassured me as another cucumber disappeared in her delightful mouth.
We ate our food in silence, because we didn’t have much to talk about. It was rather offputting what happened. Also, I was wondering what Baldie would do next, given the chance. Well, I knew what he was doing now, the mischievous man was sitting at the opposite table. The rascal had not put his phone in the locker provided. He had the nerve to point his mobile bluntly in the direction of my wife and took pictures of her.
“So, you got a lot to do tonight?” I asked, trying to make conversation and ignore the man blatantly staring at Paula as he ate.
“No……nothing much until ten, then many coming,” she answered me succinctly.
Then she remembered and trying to find the right words, she said, “Madame Syn say she has surprise… trabajo…job for me later. She said that I like.”
I wondered what that could be, but I trusted Paula. After eating, Paula drank her glass of bubbly and I had a coffee. I hoped she wouldn’t get tipsy from one glass. I knew that Paula had lower inhibitions when she had a glass or two. I was kind of jealous that she drank some alcohol.
Then we were on our mobiles. Paula had a group chat with her family back in Spain on WhatsApp. She missed her family a lot and it shortened the distance to have these conversations. I didn’t understand a word of Spanish and soon zoned out. Checking out all my Facebook updates, email and messages, I was oblivious to everything including my lovely wife. Abruptly, I looked up and found out I was alone in the dining section of the club, with just the company of the sensual, y music being played. I noticed Paula had another glass of bubbly and it was empty.
I had my suspicions, but I didn’t know where she had gone. Maybe she went to the restroom? So I asked the lady proprietor where the restrooms were. Madame Syn pointed to the direction of a long, dark corridor. It smelt of , sperm and bleach. I guessed someone had recently had here. Walking past a couple giggling, I overheard them talking.
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