Attending 3 lifestyle clubs in two days felt pretty decadent, but we weren't going to let a kidless weekend escape unused so we decided to revisit the X club again Saturday night. We arrive at the club a little after 10 PM and the crowd was smaller and the DJ hadn't started spinning yet. We got our drinks from the bar and again picked a sofa with a good vantage point and settled in to watch the crowd arrive.

We were pleased to find that the crowd was even more attractive than the Friday night. *A* saw several men that she found attractive and we enjoyed watching the dance floor begin to fill up with gyrating and grinding bodies. We recognized several couples from the night before and enjoyed giving the most notable couples pet names: There was "corset girl and bondage boy", the "fit couple", and "the car couple" (we'd seen them going at it in the driver seat of their car when we'd left on Friday - geez guys, get a room! ) to name a few.

When we headed into the back this time, we decided to get a locker and towels and try and get one of the beds in the alcoves around the shared bed area. We struck up a conversation with another couple in the locker room and the woman recounted how she had asked the attendant "How does this whole thing work?" about the lockers and the attendent misunderstood, thinking she meant swinging in general. "The look of despair on her face was priceless!" Sharing a laugh was a awesome way to transition to the back.

Unfortunately I'd had one too many drinks (for a grand total of 2) and with the distractions around me I found it difficult to get hard. After some time spent struggling, I left *A* on the bed and went to relieve my bladder, I returned to find her pleasuring herself. Later she recounted that she'd given the guy in the adjacent alcove a show while I was gone and had very much enjoyed herself. I decided to ignore my erectile issues and just focus on her with my mouth, tongue, and fingers. We both enjoyed watching the shows all around us while giving our own and eventually Mr. Happy did rise to attention and we were able to fuck for a while.

Occasionally a clothed guy or couple would slip by the towel/locker attendants and wander by to gawk. Personally I found this to be very distracting.

Eventually the back area filled up and the crowd of folks waiting for a free bed got too much and we decided to head home.

Again, back home we had awesome sex, and *A* recounted how much she'd enjoyed giving a show to the neighbouring bed and how much she'd enjoyed being surrounded by all that sex.

Lessons Learned:

1. Friday night at X wasn't a fluke.
   
2. *A* is far more less inhibited than I am (and I'm loving that about her).