Chapter 28: European Sex Clubs

Katie laughed as she looked over my shoulder at Mel’s message asking whether we had been serious about giving her an unlimited hall pass. “That didn’t take long. Tell her to have fun and stay safe.”

I responded to the text with Katie’s words and our own heart. I added, ‘Enjoy. You must share ALL details.’

Things were quiet until about ten p.m. when Katie and I were washing up from a lovemaking session. Our phones went off again with text messages. First, there was a photo of Mel naked except for her CFM heels apparently wildly dancing with two nude men on a dance floor with perhaps a dozen or more other dancers – all nude and all amateur as far as we could tell. The dance beat must have been fast. Mel’s blonde hair was flying around in the snapshot. Then, there was the text message, ‘Photo from earlier last night. Just getting back to hotel. Wow, what a night. Wish you’d both been here. Fucking fun fucking. This’ll be a short night. Key meeting at 9:30 a.m. Ugh. Thank you for hall pass and condoms. Gotta pace myself better. Love, Mel.’

We didn’t respond, but the picture left a lot to be desired in the way of details. From what we could tell, she was in some kind of night club. Several neon lights were visible in the background, as well as some tables with many drinks on them. The nude dancing was definitely taking place in some kind of commercial establishment, and many people in the background were making out.

The next day, after Katie and I had talked, I texted Mel asking about her ‘night out’. ‘Re: Your Night Out. Photo intriguing. Care to share? We’re VERY curious? Also, how did your daytime meetings go? Love, Us’.

Mel’s reply didn’t come until in early afternoon; around dinner time in London. ‘Brent took me to swingers’ club. Fascinating and I got laid from one end of the place to the other, but still have condoms left. They provided too. Not fucking Brent; will explain later. Going back tonight since Monday nights were kind of slow as it turned out. I will email many more photos, although we got chastised for taking pictures in the club. Daytime business went FAR BETTER than expected – it’s all GREAT NEWS. I think we’ve tapped into the mother lode over here with promises that Berlin will be equally good. We have sterling introductions there from people we saw today and will follow-up with tomorrow. You’ll be blown away – we have a tiger by the tail. Love to you and kids. Have fun there so I don’t feel so guilty about what I’m doing! Love, Mel’.

Well, that was all good news. I called up swinger clubs in London on the Internet and found there were many inside the M25 loop, and a few probably within walking distance of Mel’s hotel. Brent was apparently her escort and perhaps guide. There had to be a story there.

My message and Mel’s response had both gone to Katie, so I just let things be without further comment the rest of the afternoon. I couldn’t think of anything to really say without wanting hours of details and explanation from her. Texting had its limitations and Mel was obviously very busy.

Later as I got home from work, one-by-one, Katie and I got a half-dozen emails with photos attached of Mel in the swinger club. The first several were shortly after Brent and Mel arrived at the club, since they were both fully clothed, as were people in the background. Then, they seemed to be a different club room. Mel was with different people, and everyone was naked. Mel and her super-tits were clearly popular with everyone around her laughing as they were feeling or sucking on her tits or eating out her pussy.

The last four pictures, showed Mel fucking different men – both kind of hunky; riding on two and in more of a missionary or spoon position with other men in two others. There were smiles and laughter based on what we could see. Mel was obviously riding high and enjoying all the wild sex.

After the kids were in bed, I air-dropped the photos to the bedroom television so they were nice and large and we analyzed each of them, noting especially what was going on in the background as well as what Mel was doing. Katie and I also had a nice lovemaking session after all that arousal by our wife.

Katie and I had early afternoon texts from Mel, stating that the meetings that day had been winners again. Katie got and email with two contractual agreements to run past DDS’s lawyer. Both were for distribution rights in the U.K. and Ireland, and for marketing support in Europe. The percent of completed sales looked fairly modest to me after reading them over.

Katie and I speculated that Mel had again gone back to the swing club the previous night. She’d found something she liked to do – fuck! – and was practicing her well-loved hobby of old. Brent seemed to be escorting her, so she had at least one protector.

In the morning, instead of a group of photos, Katie and I each had five videos. We both looked at each other as we were feeding breakfast to the kids. I went off to my den to check on them, and saw a few seconds of each one and knew that each was about as pornographic as one could get. I’d watch them all the way through later.

Back in the kitchen, I told Katie that they were ‘very adult and X-rated’ and that I hoped to view them later with her to help set our own mood for saying goodnight to each other.

Later, Mel sent a photograph of her at Heathrow Airport sitting in one of the lounges waiting for her flight to Berlin. She did have mischievous smile, the way a sex-crazed Pixie should have. The text with the phone said, ‘Got Brent to video me last night. Tonight we’ll see what the nightlife of Berlin is like. He’s been here before too. Overall rating for the London trip was A+++. Miss you and kiddos. Hope you’re having fun now that weekend is here. Love, Mel.’