It had been planned as a dirty weekend in Amsterdam.  We had met Holly and Pete in a swingers club and had become good friends.  They had spent a weekend at ours to test if being together for longer than the usual quickies in the club allowed, was a good idea.  We had fucked each others partners in private on the Friday and as a foursome on the Saturday.  We were compatible.

The Amsterdan trip was Pete's idea.  He had been there on a business trip and had been taken to a private cabaret club which he said would knock our socks off.  We did touristy things during the day and on the Saturday night visited the club.  It was located away from the city centre, in a large,modern three story house.  In fact if you didn't know otherwise, it could have been a private house.  As Pete had warned us, it was expensive.  Very expensive.  We had to become members first and then pay a hefty entrance fee.  Drinks were exhorbitant.  It was worth every penny.

On the ground floor, besides the reception area, were the toilets, the rest of the ground floor was not accessible to visitors.  The theatre occupied most of the first floor.  It had a semicircular stage with tables surrounding it.  Each arc of tables was on a platform slightly raised from the row in front, so all had a good view of the stage.  The tables had seats on one side only, allowing access for the waiters.  The bar occupied the wall opposite the stage.  At the bar, most of the high stools were occupied by scantily clad women.  All available, at a price.  Pete told us that there were bedrooms on the top floor.

The lights dimmed and a spotlight illuminated the stage.  A man in a white dinner jacket, with a red rose in his lapel, introduced the first act.  The stage slowly rotated, taking the man through the curtains at the rear, but revealing none other than Sally Bowles, straight from the film Cabaret.  In that one leg on the chair pose.  It wasn't her of course, but a lookalike, complete with bowler hat.  But apart from the hat, black stillettos and black stockings supported by a six strap suspender belt, she was naked.

She began to sing, in English, but not something from Cabaret.  The song described a session with two clients, in great detail and with gestures.  I suspect that there wasn't a soft cock in the house.  She took her bow and again the stage rotated.  Each act was a tableau of unrestricted sex, nothing was faked.  If a man was performing, the climax was just that, with spunk being fired at his woman or into the air.

After each act, the stage revolved, taking that act off and revealing the next.  Holly had my cock out wanking it by the end of the second act, concealed by the tablecloth, but I don't suppose mine was the only cock getting the treatment.  I reached for her cunt, only to find Pete's hand already there.  In our boy, girl, boy, girl seating position, no doubt Holly had a cock in each hand and Nicky's hand would be on it too.  Lucky bastard, two hands on his cock and no doubt, fingers up two wet cunts.

However, I had no intention of allowing Holly to spraypaint the underside of the table with something as precious as my spunk.  I moved her hand away.  There was an interval.  As an engineer, I was intrigued by the revolving stage, but why was it needed?  Just walking offstage after the act would have been easier  My wife Nicky had the answer;

"It's so they can clean up, otherwise the floor would be slippery with cum."

Bladders emptied, glasses filled, the second half began.  All tastes were catered for, part one had just been for starters.  We were treated to a lebian act, a gay act and group sex.  This one was the only act that didn't end with visble discharges from the studs.  A woman, spreadeagled in a chair that had to have been made for the purpose, was fucked by three men, each one coming in her cunt.  I had a direct view of it after each man had left his deposit, with thick spunk running out.

But the finale was perhaps the most spectacular.  The stage revolved to reveal a totally naked black woman, lying on her side on an upholstered couch.  She was slim and athletic.  Sensuous music started and she began to writhe on the couch, which must have been oily.  Slowly the oil transferred to her body until she shone with it.  She then sat on the edge of the couch with her legs spread wide and seeming to look straight at me, began to masturbate.

I certainly didn't notice, and I imagine nor did anyone else in the audience, but suddenly, there was a man on stage. He stood with his arms folded across his chest.  I say man, he was a magnificent giant.  He must have been six foot eight, also black, completely hairless and already oiled.  From his naked pubes curved an immense, semi erect cock.  Some people gasped.  My own cock was now safely tucked away in my pants, but straining to be free.  But Holly's hand was on my thigh, I felt her nails dig into me.

The woman went to the naked giant, the music started again and they began what could only described as ballet, very much a pas de deux, but not the kind that you might see at Covent garden.  She seemed to writhe around him like a snake.  His own snake unfurled until it stood upright, pointing at the ceiling.  At the climax, he lifted her and slowly lowered her onto it.  Then removed his hands so that her weight was supported by his huge member.  Okay, she had her arms around her neck, but it still looked like she was hooked in it.

He placed his hands back on her oily arse and she spread her arms.  Now her only support was from his hands and his cock.  She arched her body backwards until her hands were on the floor, her legs around his waist and his extraordinary cock still deep inside her cunt.  Then she completed the backward somersault, releasing his giant cock so that it sprang back, slapping his belly with a loud smack.

They received a standing ovation.  The girl skipped off, but the man stood centre stage, with his arms folded again.  The M.C. walked back on, thanked the audience for their applause and then said;

"It is amateur night.  If any of you ladies in the the audience feel brave enough to experience twenty-five centimetres of finest ebony, now is your chance."

The room fell silent.  People looked around them for takers.  A young woman sitting at the back, stood, receiving applause from the expectant audience.  Pete leaned across and said;

"She's a plant.  It's part of the act."

She started to make her way forward, then there were gasps.  I turned back to see Nicky heading for the stage.

Give him his due, the M.C. didn't break his stride.  Instead he called for a round of applause for;

"This brave young lady."

Nicky would have loved the 'young' bit.  They helped her out of her dress.  Beneath it, she could have dressed for the part, with stockings and suspenders, a lacy bra and lacy short knickers.  They soon went, revealing her large firm tits and neatly trimmed pubes.  They sat her on the edge of the couch and the giant offered her his still soft cock.  I realised that I hadn't seen him come, presumably saving it for the encore. In Nicky's fingers, it soon swelled to its scary maximum.  Nickyy sucked just part of it into her mouth.

As she sucked him, the M.C. left and the black girl, still naked came back on.  She held something up for the audience to see, I realized that it was a condom packet.  Presumably XXL.  Nicky released her new toy and the woman rolled the condom over the man's huge cunt-stretcher.  She positioned Nicky bent forward over the couch and positioned her partners cock at Nicky's entrance, then stood back.  There were groans and gasps from the audience as little by little, the ebony monster disappeared into her sheath.

It was impressive, but I had no doubts about Nicky being able to accomodate him.  She is my second wife, I am her third husband.  Before and in between husbands, she had done the rounds.  In her words, both of her previous husbands had;

"Provided me with a good apprenticeship.  My cunt has seen almost as much traffic as the M25."

I had also watched her, as a bet, push a wine bottle into herself, wide end first.  She could take two my size, probably three.

The big horny monster had begun his thrusts, slow and deep  pulling his big cock out until just the bulbous tip remained.  Nickys big tits swung as he accelerated, somebody began to clap in time with his thrusts.  Others soon picked up the rhythm.  Then they started to chant;

"In, in, in."

As horny monster increased the tempo, so did the audience.  Then suddenly, horny monster faltered, gave a few erratic thrusts and then held himself deep.  His jerks showed that he was ejaculating.  I suspect that control of the fuck had been usurped by Nikky.

I looked at Pete, he smiled knowingly.  There were now three men in the room who had experienced Nicky's extraordinary muscle control.  Capacious her cunt may have been, but to anything fortunate enough to be pushed up it, it could feel very tight.  Even a tiny todger like mine could be made to feel that it was being gripped by an inner hand.  When that happened, ejaculation quickly followed, your balls would be sucked dry.

Horny monster pulled out, still hard.  His woman stepped forward, stripped off the well filled condom and waved it triumphantly at the audience, as though it been part of the act.  The audience were on their feet, clapping, cheering and whistling.  The three of them held hands and bowed.  The stage slowly revolved, taking them out of sight.

M.C. appeared in their place. For several seconds after the trio had gone, he stared at the curtain where they had disappeared, then turned to the audience, shaped his mouth into a silent 'Oooh." and made a lewd gesture with his fist.  He thanked the audience and bade them goodnight.  The audience started to disperse.

But we were still missing Nicky.  A member of staff led me backstage.  Nicky was fully dressed and waiting for me in the dressing room with the performers.  They seemed to be having a row in their own language.  Nicky said;

"Let's go."

As we left, she said that she thought that the row was about Horny monster coming inside her.  Not professional. 

All the taxis were gone.  We walked the short distance back to the hotel.  My balls ached, my cock had been hard, or at least a semi, since 'Sally Bowles' had appeared on stage.  The previous night, Holly and Nicky had stayed in their own rooms, Pete had visited and fucked Nicky, I had done Holly.  Then we had enjoyed sloppy seconds with our own partners.  If as I expected, tonight would be a repeat, Holly was about to receive the great flood.  Nicky would get Pete's, but into a much enlarged receptacle.