The Naked Amsterdam III
"The Dance of the Cuckoos."


My husband, Ron, and I, Marie, run an online meet-and-greet club, connecting mostly retirement-age cuckold /wifelover/ hotwife couples with compatible singles in Florida in our spare time. We keep it as simple as possible: no fancy website, no advertising, just an email list I compile on my kitchen table once a week.

We are like most of our members in that we discovered this lifestyle on the web, through erotic literature on sites like lushstories.com. Our story is typical; we liked the stories that made us both horny, and the roleplaying that we developed from the stories led us to experience the fantasy for real. I'm blessed with a husband who truly loves me and has no jealous bones in his body.

Unlike others we know, I'm very satisfied with my husband's cock size and performance in bed. To us, the thrill of flirting online, then meeting and seducing my soon-to-be lovers with my husband watching, is the ultimate mind fuck; sex starts in the brain first, after all, and it leads to constant arousal in both of us.

We both love sex, but prefer not to include some of the other aspects my email list buddies get off on, such as humiliation, penis size requirements, cock cages, and heavy BDSM. By heavy, I mean anything other than a fun game of slap and tickle, and an occasional spanking. Blindfolds can be very stimulating under certain circumstances and with the right partners; light bondage I can easily escape from was fun the few times we tried it. You can call us "Vanilla"; we don't mind. Vanilla is still the best-selling ice cream flavor worldwide.

We don't judge others because "The heart wants what the heart wants," and we were both raised with manners. Nothing turns us off faster than a mean, crude, rude dude with bad hygiene thinking he's the cock of the walk. Once we discover the jerk, they get banned. Life's too short to be around mean people; that's our motto, and it's on the letterhead of my emails.

We try for once-a-month meetings at our members' homes or cool locations like the beach or the many wonderful natural springs and state parks we are blessed with here in Florida. We pick our studs and sluts at these get-togethers and make arrangements to meet at homes, motels, and other venues like the swing club in Tampa. We like the anticipation building as the date night gets closer. We have a well-attended once-a-year campout at the clothing-optional campground near Brooksville. (I can't give you names due to site rules, but you can find them on Google.)

We started hearing great things about a new club that recently opened in the middle of the state. My good friends Bill and Cris, with their wonderful bull, Grant, raved about the good times they had at a club with the odd name "The Naked Amsterdam".

Grant described the club in an email to me as follows:
"I've never seen a more attractive pub/adult amusement park than this. Oak paneling was on every wall; portrayals of voluptuous nude ladies hung next to large TV screens showing high-quality porn. The band played classic rock and blues we could sing along with instead of the same way-too-loud bump, bump, bump song played all night long that is so common in nightclubs these days. The beautiful topless blonde budtenders wore fishnet bodysuits, black miniskirts, and high heels. They served the extremely happy mixed-age and mixed-race crowd, and each one had at least one porn scene on the big TVs. Fans drew the smoke up and out of the room, but left the aroma of marijuana and cigars to linger. The after-hours party with the stage show and audience participation was well worth the price."

We both love a good cigar occasionally and are avid consumers of medical marijuana for various ailments, as more and more Florida retirees do.

Grant sold us on contacting the proprietor, a stud named Steven. In our interview, we asked him many questions, and he was so polite and thorough in his sexy, low voice; he actually turned me on! We arranged for our club members to visit for the special night of debauchery he is advertising as "The Dance of the Cuckoo's", and he gave us a group rate per table of five.

I quickly sent out the email detailing the adventure to my email list! The interest in the event was very high; 25 couples emailed back for a reservation at $400 per table, anything on the special menu, 5-per-person table. Alcoholic and infused beverages and edibles excluded. Add the 20 percent gratuity for his staff, and it comes to under $100 per person. We compared his price list with prices at our local dispensary and a cigar shop, and we determined that we are getting a very good deal!

Steven assured us that the rest of his patrons would be his beautiful wait staff, a live band, male dancers, and hand-picked studs who meet his high standards. He did say he would make money from the bar and the dudes that attend, and not to worry about health risks; everyone on his staff gets tested regularly, and condoms and lube are included in the price.

Steven also got us a great group rate at the historic hotel that hosted his club. He even helped with dinner reservations at the restaurant next door with a group discount. Ron said I should give Steven a bj as a thank you! Mmm, that's why I love him so much.

Every detail fell into place like we were destined to be there, and we were on pins and needles waiting for the Saturday night date that was 4 weeks away.

One month later...

Ron and I had a very sexy date night on Friday, fantasising and role-playing about what might happen at "The Naked Amsterdam."

We woke up late on Saturday because of our sexy date, and we got our suitcases packed, my new slutty clothes in mine, Ron's best suit in his.

The three-hour drive seemed more like ten, but we arrived in time for a nap in the beautifully decorated hotel room.

Ron looked so handsome in his navy blue suit; I wish he wore it more often. I chose my new flowery low-cut sundress and sandals for dinner, no undies or bra, of course. I planned to change into my new sexy outfit after dinner.

We met our friends at the restaurant, and everyone was excited and anxious for our night of debauchery, starting at nine. The freshly caught seafood dinner was wonderfully prepared and presented, and we cautioned each other not to eat too much.

I left Ron, who was talking sports with his buddies, to change into my new dark green sequined, floor-length pencil skirt with slits on both sides that went up past my thighs, showing off my tanned legs. No panties, no bra. My sequined, see-through yellow blouse topped it off. Apparently, I chose right, and I received numerous compliments from our friends standing in line waiting for the doors to open at 9.

The sign on the door read, "Closed for private party, invitation only." All of us looked gorgeous, and we were quickly checked in by The Dobbie Sisters, two of Steven's sexy "topless blonde budtenders" we were so anxious to meet. Gorgeous, as advertised!

The band was playing sexy Latin music; Grant's description was spot on, and we were amazed by the sexuality of this place. About a dozen single men in suits sat at the bar; I hoped they were Steven's dudes and our soon-to-be bulls.

On stage, a very sexy, muscled black man in a thong was pole dancing; several of our women were dirty dancing and lusting for him on the dance floor.

Grant was seated with his two favorite couples, and I sat on his lap to say thank you for recommending this place. We kissed, we talked with his couples about the last time they were here, and how much they loved getting screwed onstage, and how they convinced the black muscle man to dance for us tonight by giving him his first sister FMF encounter. I was wet and ready for sex when Ron pulled me off his lap and took me to the dance floor.

The band was playing sexy salsa music, and soon we were joined by most of the other couples in their sexy outfits. A tall, handsome man in a charcoal suit appeared on stage when the music stopped.

He picked up a microphone as we found our seats, and said, "Good evening and welcome to The Naked Amsterdam! It's so good to see all you happy and horny couples here tonight. I'm Steven, your host. If I can be blunt, I'm looking forward to being your favorite bull." The ladies cheered and catcalled; someone whistled.

"I must also congratulate all of you for being so nicely dressed. My topless blonde bartenders love a sharp-dressed man, and most of them love the sexy dressed women too."

More catcalls, ooo and aahs from us.

"And our special thanks go out to the lovely lady Marie for all the hard work she put in to arrange this special evening. Where are you, dear? Come on up and join me on stage, sweetheart."

I was not expecting this, and I had to be persuaded by my dear hubby.

Our friends applauded as I walked to the stage, and once up there, Steven said, "Ladies and cucks, and I use that term with all due respect, I have wanted to do this ever since I heard her sweet, sexy voice on the phone."

He put his arm over my shoulder and kissed my lips, bending me down backward and holding me steady in his strong arms.
His cologne was spicy, and he tasted like sweet cherry brandy; I forgot I was on stage in front of a crowd. Our kiss ended too soon, and I heard the crowd's oohs and ahs.

Steven moved behind me and gave me his microphone to hold up to his mouth as he reached for my boobs. His hands were warm and strong, and I was already wet.

He continued, "We have our own style of burlesque entertainment coming up soon, plus more later on. Our famous topless blonde budtenders will be passing out your prepaid goodies for the evening and taking orders for anything else on the menu."

Steven never stopped playing with my breasts, and I could feel his big, hard cock in my butt crack. I almost dropped his mic when he kissed my neck.

He continued, "I hate to let go of this beauty, but the show must go on." He took the mic from me and lowered it. Whispering in my ear, he said, "Thanks for playing along and being a good sport; save some pussy for me, ok?"

Oh my God, I almost came right there on stage!

He escorted me off the stage and to my seat, kissing me one more time. He shook Ron's hand and returned to the stage, saying, "Please welcome to the stage, my wonderful cuckoldress, the lovely Kush and her sexy side piece Sally!"

The smell of Mary Jane and expensive cigars was already in the air as the two dancers came on stage. Our table was passing the Dutchie from the left-hand side, admiring the dancers' costumes.

Sally's costume was a man's black embroidered, Spanish-style jacket and tailored suit pants. Her perky breasts peeked out of a white see-through blouse, and she wore a black wide-brimmed hat with little black balls hanging on the brim.
A hand-painted pencil-thin mustache crowned her full pink lips.

Her dancing partner, Kush, wore a little black dress and no underwear, black stockings and a garter belt, her big boobs barely concealed and her nipples poking through the thin fabric. Her hair was dyed black and braided in a French twist, and she wore the sexiest red lipstick I've ever seen. I asked her in an email after the event what that color name was, and she said, "Cocksucker Red!"

The band started to play Lenard Cohen's "Dance Me to the End of Love"; Steven sang the lyrics in his sexy low voice that still gives me shivers to think about.

The dancers did a very sexy Tango-esque striptease that left everyone hard or wet. Their beautiful bodies fit together like two spoons, and they glided across the stage on air, it seemed. One piece of clothing at a time was dramatically removed and appreciated by the audience, Sally teasing a kiss, then Kush refusing. The passion escalated with every kiss denied until they finally kissed, to loud applause. They danced naked off the stage as the song ended.

After the applause settled down, the band played some dance tunes I didn't recognize, but I enjoyed them nonetheless. The dudes were eager to dance with our ladies, and the dance floor filled up with dirty-dancing couples. Ron lit my cigar and handed me a glass of red wine infused with my favorite strain, "Jack Herer."

I was high as a kite in fifteen minutes, enjoying the smoking hot porn on the TVs, still lusting for Steven. My Ron had the biggest grin on his face. I wish I had taken a picture, but we have a strict no-cameras-allowed policy.

After a break for the band to get high (yeah, they actually announced that, lol), Steven announced, "Ladies and Cucks, Marie and I have something special we planned for you tonight, the moment you all have waited for. I'm proud to present 'The Dance of the Cockoos!' Give them a wet hand, ladies!" He must have seen that most of us had our hands in our laps.

The band played a disco version of "Anchors Aweigh," and 20 near-naked men danced their way onto the stage. They all had white sailor hats and a boison whistle on a chain around their necks. White deck shoes and sunglasses completed the costume.

The ladies all hooted and hollered and clapped to the beat, as the sailors all turned to the left and saluted. They turned to the left again, and we all got a kick from the pot leaf painted on their butts. They all shook their hinnies in unison, prompting more hoots and hollers. One more turn left, and they blew the whistle 5 times and stomped their feet 5 times, making their cocks jump up and down, and then turned to face us as the music segment transitioned.

Steven sang as his house band, "The Local Plugs", played the rock classic, "I Want To Kiss You All Over" by Exile. The sailors swung their large and heavy cocks in time with the song, marching off stage and into our greedy hands, as the music faded.

There was just the right ratio of men to women; Steven pulled this feat off perfectly, and Ron and I left our seats to go find him. I wanted his cock in me so bad now, and I was determined to get it in me as soon as possible. Ron told me as we searched that he was dripping pre cum the entire evening and his suit pants would need dry cleaning.

We sat at the bar to scan the crowd, listening to the band's slow, sexy blues. I saw every woman in my group had a cock or two in them, and every husband was watching intently and openly masturbating. I decided right then and there that we would make this an annual event, and I swore to come back here before then; heck, next week wasn't soon enough, but I needed cock now, Steven's cock!

A voice behind the bar said, 'Hi guys, you looking for Steven? I'm Kilo, Steven's assistant. Can I help?"

I immediately recognized her from the porn I watched earlier on TV as the girl blowing pot smoke on a stiff cock and giving him a bj to climax.

"Yeah, we're looking for your sexy boss," I said, looking at her flawless skin and bright blue eyes.

"He and Kush just left to take one of the Doobie sisters to the emergency room; she got too high and tripped. She hurt her foot; we hope it's only sprained. We're like a family, and Steven and Kush dote on us like parents. I don't know when or if they will be back. She must have seen the disappointed look on my face upon hearing that. Kilo continued, "Steven's original plans were to take you and hubby on stage for him and Kush to make love with you. Can I fuck you in his place? We have several dildos, and I'd love to taste your pussy, I'm very attracted to you both; my husband likes to watch me too, Marie," she said, batting her naturally long eyelashes at us.

Ron's eyes got real big at her slutty offer. He had a fantasy of watching me with another woman, but I always said I didn't know of any woman that turned me on. That had definitely changed, and I was very tempted to kiss her; I was so horny. I looked at him; he had that pleading look he gets when he wants something. I looked at her again; she had the most wonderful breasts, I bet they would perfectly fit inside a Martini glass. Her full, soft-looking lips had that sexy 'cocksucking red" lip gloss I found so hot. If I were to ever make love with a woman, it would be her, I decided. I smiled and took her by the hand, and we walked back to our booth, her dildo in one hand, her other hand holding mine.

Our booth was occupied with sailors and cucks doing my friend Sidney, so Kilo took us up on stage, and she pulled out an ottoman. She took me in her arms, and we shared a very hot and sexy kiss; she tasted smoky and sweet, and I loved the way her full lips felt on mine. Our hands explored each other's bodies, and I felt my husband's hands undressing me. He undressed Kilo next, getting a good feel of her breasts.

She turned to him, and they kissed in front of me. This turned me on more than I thought it would to see my Ron making out with her. Now I know how he feels when he watches me fucking my studs; it was a special type of excitement I never experienced until now. I thought about all the times he arranged my pleasure with his friends and our group over the years. My deep love and appreciation of my husband almost brought a tear to my eyes. Kilo was taking his shirt off when she turned to me and asked if it was ok.

I replied, "Kilo, will you fuck my husband while I watch?"

They both smiled their answers, and I helped to remove his clothes, revealing his very nice cock to Kilo's wide eyes.

Kilo had me lie on the ottoman and asked Ron for no condom. She mounted me in the 69 position, and inserted her dildo into my wet and willing pussy. I watched my husband's cock enter her pretty pussy inches away from my face. I licked her pussy, and I licked his cock, finding pleasure in doing and watching.

My orgasm came so quickly I was surprised; I was perving out on them being so close and intimate, her dildo filling my pussy just right, and I came, crying out her name, when Kilo sucked my clit with her luscious lips. I wanted to give her the same pleasure, so I went to town feasting on her pussy. I found her clit with my tongue, matching the licks she was still giving me. I was loving her high-pitched girly moaning for Ron to fuck her faster, and for me to eat, eat, eat. My studly husband was fucking her so fast, and he was groaning so sexy, and I realized he was going to cum in her. I sped up my licks, and so did Kilo. We were all so in tune with each other that we all came at the same time; it was glorious!

When Ron pulled out his cock, his load of cum dropped into my mouth. I've swallowed his come for 35 years, and I enjoyed it now more than ever, mixed with her pussy juice. Ron would lick my cum filled pussy after my lovers came in me, and now all I wanted was to get him alone in our hotel room to reclaim his cock the same way he reclaimed my pussy so many times over the years.

They disengaged and helped me sit up to see 5 or so men and a few now-naked blonde budtenders crowded around the stage, watching and masturbating to us, the ultimate turn-on for me, Ron and Kilo.

We gathered our clothes, said our goodbyes, grabbed our leftovers, and went straight to the hotel room. We reclaimed each other, using every hole, all our fingers and all of our toys, giving pleasure until we passed out from mutual satisfaction at dawn.

The last thing I remember is both of us saying, "I could get used to this."