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I had been single for four months. A happy single. Basically, I didn't really lack anything: I had enough good friends for Saturday nights, who had various directions of interests. I maintained a warm, close relationship with my colleagues and friends. Building up my own business was the focus of my life and so I really had no desire to worry about male companionship- in terms of a relationship. Yes, I admit: on two occasions I took a nice, young guy home with me. They were lovely nights, even passionate. But then they called every day... And that was just not what I wanted at that stage of my life.

Of course I needed sex. A lot. I value being "desired", I like to play with it, put on sexy clothes and enjoy the lustful looks of the men. At thirty, I was in top shape, slim, athletic, nothing sagged, curves in the right places... So the young stags, and the older gentlemen as well, were more than interested. But back then I withdrew - and preferred to do take care of my sexual needs myself... No obligations, no complications. And actually not sooo bad. I developed real rituals at home for sex "all by myself". I didn't just lie down on the couch and rub my pussy raw, no, I staged the whole thing with a lot of desire. A good dinner, a nice bath, a warm bathrobe on my skin, which I "ceremoniously" take off, then a nice, erotic story in front of me and then the gentle caressing begins... lips, neck, thighs, feet, then slowly to the breasts, the sides, the areolas. Only when I cannot take it anymore, my hands wander down to my clit, slipping fingers into my pussy, sometimes even further back into my reat entrance... Here too, I take my time, switch up the number of fingers, changing positions, maybe using my glass dildo and then... Wonderful! I actually always had strong orgasms that gave me deep satisfaction. So was I happy sexually too? Yes, actually. Except... yes, you can imagine. Something was missing. I caught myself more and more immediately getting aroused when I saw an attractive man, when I would be glancing at couples kissing and even n attractivean in swimming trunks aroused me just by looking at him.

Lisa is something like "my best friend". We met once a week for lunch on average and gossiped like crazy. But we also discussed our more serious problems. For Lisa, it was mainly about her children: she has two, they were four and seven at the time. But she has a really great husband who - despite his good position in a bank - helps her a lot at home and keeps the children busy. A happy marriage. Apparently in bed too. When the subject came up, Lisa always rolled her eyes and made it clear that despite almost ten years of marriage, their libidos were anything but dormant. I wanted to know the secret of this happiness. Lisa looks really great, but that couldn't be the only thing...

And that's why I confessed to Lisa that I was slowly starting to long for a man's body and everything that goes with it. She had to laugh heartily and said the expected "just take one". After some more back and forth ahe muttered a "Perhaps I know a solution..." mysteriously at the end of our meeting. I'm sure she'll give me a vibrator or something like that now, that would fit her sense of humor - I thought. Got to love her...

We didn't talk about the matter for two weeks. The children and my new business dominated the conversations. But in the third week Lisa suddenly brought the subject up again inquiring about my sex life. She grinned and then began to bombard me with intimate questions in a very intense way. What kind of fantasies I had when masturbating, what types of men I found attractive, whether I had voyeuristic tendencies, whether I had been with a woman yet... I found that exciting and it also aroused me providing such intimate details.

When I wanted to turn the tables and ask her a question, Lisa interrupted me. "Have you been to the doctor recently?" she asked me very seriously. Ugh, no, but why that question?

Lisa didn't want to stay in the restaurant any longer. We paid and went for a walk in the nearby park. Then she started telling me about the "Club of the 30". A story that seemed like something out of "A Thousand and One Nights" to me at the time. Twelve couples - married or together for a long time - and six singles (half men and half women) meet once a month in a large, semi-detached house on the outskirts of the city. There they eat, drink, celebrat and... engage in thei sexual fantasies! Every member of the club can be intimate with other participants. If they want to, of course. Woman with man, woman with woman, man with man, everything is possible. To be accepted as a candidate, you have to be recommended by an existing member, show a medical certificate of health and introduce yourself in person.

Those were the facts. And then Lisa raved to me about things that you otherwise only dream about in secret, about erotic experiences of the most bombastic kind. And about the fact that she and her husband Erik had rediscovered each other since joining the club. The secret of her successful sex life was revealed. "Think about it" were her last words. She hugged me gently and left.

Don't ask her what kind of fantasies I had that evening when - as soon as I got home - I ripped off my clothes and imagined in the kitchen that this was the club "of the 30"... My fingers were everywhere, I moaned like crazy, an orgasm of the highest order overcame me: "Club of the 30" - I want to meet you!

The interview was in a week. During that time I went to the doctor and... to a lingerie shop. I imagined that the "30" didn't walk around in cheap panties and baggy bras. I was right.

The evening before "the big day" I was suddenly overcome with fear: How do I react when unknown men don't just want to drink tea with me, so they have clear intentions from the start? How can you set boundaries? Does it fill me with desire when others watch when I'm intimate with someone? Questions upon questions. I slept very badly. Nothing to do with anticipation in the pelvic area.

The day didn't want to end. At 5 p.m. I was finally at home in the shower. I shaved my vulva clean and applied an expensive body lotion. Then the session in front of the wardrobe and with it a hundred questions: I knew what was going to go on underneath, but above? Does it have to be a turn-on, or not? Can it be cheeky or more elegant? I decided on a long, white dress with a side slit that reached mid-thigh. The cleavage was generous, but not frivolous. I didn't wear a bra, which would have consequences... For panties I chose a white silk thong that I had just bought, which was slightly visible through the skirt. That much is probably allowed! A few sprays of perfume all over my body and I was ready for my pleasure trip into the unknown.

6:00 p.m.: Lisa and Erik picked me up. She was wearing a tight, short skirt, a fairly transparent blouse, a black bra underneath, and boots. Hot! Erik came in tight, black pants and a body-hugging T-shirt. I had never seen him so sexy.... I literally stared at him. "You look sexy," said Lisa, pointing to her nipples, which were clearly visible through her bra and blouse. Erik also looked at me with fiery eyes. "Hello, beautiful," he breathed. This is going to be fun....

On the drive to the suburbs, not a word was said in the car. Erik gently stroked Lisa's fingers. Every now and then my friend turned around and smiled meaningfully. Erik's sent filled my nose and confused me: I hadn't smelled a man for a long time, with a view to a possible physical approach.

The houses our hosts had put together were somewhat isolated from the rest of the settlement. Peter was the man who greeted us, he treated Lisaand Erik like very old acquaintances, made compliments and then looked at me. He immediately hugged me and led me into a room next to the entrance. There four women and three men were sitting casually on club chairs. They were all beautifully styled, with cheeky clothes and funny hairstyles. A woman in the corner immediately caught my eye. Beautiful, very slim with long hair, very young... I knew her.

"Hello Sarah!" "Hello," said the person addressed, somewhat embarrassed. I met her as an apprentice at my last employer. She was with us for four years. I often looked after her because she was very shy. She must be about 24 now. She was always beautiful. Now - as a grown woman - she was simply gorgeous. "You know each other? Sarah is new to our admissions committee, but she's been with us for two years," said Peter. So the shy apprentice I knew joined a club like this when she was 20? You can be so wrong about a person... Sarah looked at me for a long time and smiled somewhat embarrassedly.

The "admissions committee" wasn't half as bad as its name suggested. Arthur wanted to know how long I had been single and when I had last been intimate with a man, Juliane asked about my experiences with "groups" (zero...) and my method of contraception, Rob asked if I hated any "normal" sexual practices (none...) and Sarah finally asked if I found women attractive. I blushed and looked at the beautiful girl in her lovely mini dress and colorful hairband. "I might make an exception for you..." I said embarrassedly. She blushed too! My health certificate was read out and we went out into the living room, where about twenty-five people were already gathered.

All age categories were represented, from Sarah (24) to Rob (60). But they were very well-groomed, attractive and really "in a good mood". The clothes ranged from sporty and elegant to very cheeky. I was immediately greeted warmly and invited to an aperitif. Little by little, the last guests arrived, including Sven, a very slim, tall, attractive man in his mid-twenties. His face was of a rare beauty, his light brown years wavy and cheerful. "Hello, I'm the new one..." I said with a smile. He laughed and kissed me on the cheek without saying a word, delicately but still firm. A shiver ran through my body.

After the aperitif, we went to the extensive buffet with salads, fish, vegetables and fine meat. No onions, no garlic, no spicy spices: everything had been thought of... The guests spread out around the large room at small bistro tables or went through a door into the house next door. The living room there was also the same size, just reversed. The furnishings in both houses were resolutely modern, but still warm thanks to the many pastel colors of the furniture and pictures.

Small groups formed and engaged in small talk. I stuck with Moni and Erik, and Peter and his wife Susan joined us. Of course I was questioned intensively, but I didn't dare to ask the questions about the club that were really burning under my nails....

After dessert, the mood became more and more relaxed, people gave each other compliments, but there was no sign of "flirting" or suggestive comments. The people here all seemed to like each other and enjoyed the relaxed atmosphere. The beautiful Sarah walked past me a few times and smiled furtively: It's unbelievable that we would see each other again like this!

At 10 p.m. the lights were suddenly dimmed, jazz music started playing and the windows were closed: people reacted with "aaaahs" and "oooohs", a few whistled. Four long, gold-sprayed coat racks with hangers on them that were just as gold were wheeled into the room. At first I didn't understand anything. Then everyone around me started taking off their outer clothing. Blouses, trousers, skirts and dresses were lasciviously taken off and hung on the hangers that had the names of the guests written on them. "Come on, you have your place too" whispered Lisa, who was already standing in front of me in a beautiful red pair of panties and a bra of the same color.

I found it, "my hanger". Slowly, with an embarrassed look, I took off my dress. Now I understood why most of the women here - despite wearing summer clothes - were wearing a bra! So, as a newbie, I was standing there much more naked than all the experienced... I was ashamed. Suddenly Sarah was standing next to me and hanging her miniskirt on the hanger. Her girlish, beautiful figure was really an eye-catcher, only interrupted by a simple, black thong and a dainty bra. "You're beautiful," she told me, "and I'll adapt to you," she said and took off her bra. Underneath, her perky breasts, with their beautifully large areolas, were visible. Her nipples were hard, and mine were immediately hard too...

The club's rules were clear: everyone who is available for sexual encounters takes off their clothes. Those who don't want anything retreat to the room by the entrance. Ladies who only undressed from the top only wanted to be touched on their upper body on this specific day...

I went back to Lisa and Erik, whose magnificent body was a real eye-catcher. Sarah followed me. Then the beautiful Sven came to us in a pair of skimpy briefs and kissed Sarah long and gently on the neck. I felt highly aroused... "May I steal you?" he asked my former apprentice. "I was looking forward to seeing you" was her breathy reply and so they went hand in hand up the stairs to the rooms. Many people looked after them, the two pretty people with their great figures and barely covered, tight butts. "We have our eyes on her too," laughed Erik, "but of course we'll let the boys go first."

Then Arthur came to us with his wife Doris. "Lisa- we have a long-held dream: would you join us?" Lisa looked at Erik, who nodded with a smile. They took Lisa between them and also went upstairs. Losa looked very sexy in her red panties. Her butt moved from left to right in a really arousing way... Arthur obviously found that too, with a big buldge in his shorts! All of this excited me extremely. To see how people approached each other with the sole purpose of experiencing absolute pleasure with each other. My juices collected at the center of my body.

I must have just stood there for a few minutes and watched the couples, the trios or even the quartets that formed and then disappeared upstairs or into the house next door. Then I felt Erik's hands on my upper arms. He stroked them gently, kissed my neck really well, then I felt his whole body hit mine from behind. "You look so great, can I be your first...?" someone whispered in my ear from behind. I was instantly dripping wet between my legs. My throat almost tightened with excitement. "What, I...?" I stammered. "Come," whispered Erik and went forward. Many eyes were focused on my rock-hard nipples and my bottom as I also went up the stairs with "my partner". I saw his great excitem in his black briefs: it was almost unbearable!

There were eight rooms on the upper floor. A cardboard heart hung on many of the door latches. You could hear some very hot noises from inside. Erik stopped at one of these doors. A heart-rending, horny moan came out. He opened it quietly. In the pale candlelight inside, Lisa was standing on a bed, her panties pulled down to her knees. Doris was kneeling in front of her and licking her pussy. Arthur, for his part, was just about to take his wife from behind! Erik closed the door again. He had recognized Lisa from her violent cries of pleasure.

There was no heart hanging on the next door. We entered the room, which was a library. Three walls were lined with bookshelves, and the fourth side consisted of a large glass front. A candle was burning on the desk. Erik hung the heart he had prepared on the door latch and closed our love nest... I was breathing, panting heavily, and stood in front of the large window. Erik slowly came up to me from behind and began to kiss my neck again. He also stroked my back. Then his hands came forward and began to skillfully caress my breasts. All around, then circling my anipples with his fingers, finally gently playing with the tips. And then the whole thing started again. I let my head fall back onto his wonderful chest and had to moan. This skillful arousal alone brought me to the preliminary phase of an orgasm. I reached behind me with my hands and gently pushed his briefs down. Immediately his hard dick sprang out and pushed towards my ass. I gently rubbed it, Erik began to moan. "Ever since I've known you, I've dreamed of a moment like this," he gasped. "You always found me arousing...?" I asked, out of breath, thinking of Lisa. "I've often dreamed that you were stroking my penis when I was doing it myself..." "And... your wife?" "We all have dreams, she does too... and here we make our dreams come true." Then he had to moan loudly: Without noticing, I had jerked his penis more intensively during the conversation. Now some precum was seeping out.

I was close to coming. I turned around. "Please, kiss my breasts." He asked me to sit on a TV couch that was facing the window and knelt down next to me. He leaned over me and began to work on my right breast with his mouth, just as he had done with his fingers before. He licked the base and the side, came up to the vestibule, circled its arch, crossed it with a circling tongue until he reached the nipple, licked the rock-hard tip, took it in his mouth, tugged lightly with his lips, licked it more intensely... With his hand, Erik did the same thing with the other breast. The orgasm rose more and more in me - just from playing with my breasts! The juices flowed between my legs, but my pubic area was not touched. Wonderful! A completely new kind of climax overcame me, not as "pointy" and intense as a clitoral one, but much longer and "deeper" than the "classic" one. Fantastic. I whimpered quietly, massaged his hard penis next to me at the same time and felt wonderful. "I've never come like that before," I confessed.

And now back to your fantasy." I asked Erik to stand up, put one leg on each side of the TV couch and stretch out his magnificent penis towards me at mouth height. He was in position in an instant, his dick wet with precum . I gently licked him from front to back, scratched the balls behind him with a delicate hand, then took it completely into my mouth. His penis twitched in my mouth, I tasted his precum, enjoying every last drop. I moved slowly back and forth while my tongue played with the tip. Erik moaned louder and louder. "Do you want to... come in my mouth?" I have rarely allowed such a thing, but tonight is the night of nights! "Later..., later, with pleasure," he said moaning. I nodded, his dick deep inside me, sucking, licking, playing. "Go slowly, really slowly please..." Erik only moved with fine movements, which allowed me to touch the entire surface of his penis with my tongue. An incredible feeling. "Massage my balls." He only had to say that to me once. He moaned and immediately withdrew from his mouth. "I almost came, you are wonderful," he said, breathing heavily and smiling, his muscular stomach moving violently in and out: highly erotic!

"And now show me the part of my body that I and probably hundreds of men dream of," Erich said to me, and asked me to stand up. I didn't really know... Then Erik put me on the front of the desk and asked me to support myself with my hands on them. "Can I play with all your entrances...?" he asked mysteriously and sat down behind me, his head at the level of my bottom, which was still covered by white silk. I felt my breath on my cheeks, I was out of my mind: All the entrances: Exciting... "Yes..." was all I could breathe, and as if by itself, spread my legs a little more.

Erik began to trace the seams of my panties with his fingers, skilfully touching my crotch briefly in between, but then back to the seam. Then he began to kiss and lick my cheeks and suddenly he slowly pulled my silky panty down. The air flowed onto my soaking wet pussy and increased my desire even more. I closed my legs briefly so that my panties could be removed, but then spread them even more than before.