I had just seconded to London for work, just before the start of Covid (spoiler my secondment was ended shortly after Covid). I was still new to the city and the hustle and bustle of London life. Ever since I had arrived, I had been trying to get my colleagues to hang out after work, a new city was a tough place to make friends and the lowest hanging fruits were the people I saw everyday from 8-5. Initially we had gone on some activities but after the novelty of this South African had worn off, the hangouts became few and far between.

In an attempt to make some more friends, I had started to frequent bars and clubs by myself. Trust me if I had made a single friend, I would have ensured they would come with me on these adventures. After visiting most of the clubs nearby (without any luck of finding any sort of friendship), I had decided that I needed to try new places, I am a shy guy and I thought that if I travelled further from home, I would be more uninhibited (ironic seeing that home was thousands of kms away). This leads me to my adventure. After a few weeks of travelling to different places, I stumbled into a club that had a generally older population, now when I say older, I say it from the view point of someone in their early twenties. The majority of people were in their 40s I would say. The club was moderately full, not so full that you could taste and smell the sweat of fellow patrons, but not so empty that there was no vibe. I got my drink, and headed to the dance floor, the music that played was unfamiliar but it had a beat I could move to. After dancing for a bit and working up a sweat, I headed over to a communal seating area. There was a couple seated, as well as 2 women who looked as though they were waiting for something, the bathroom or maybe their husbands. I distanced myself and found myself against the wall, I was sweating intensely, this was always the case after I put the moves on. Sat down, whipped out my phone and started scrolling through whatsapps and instagram.

The two women left, and it was just me left with the couple at the seating. It was still quite loud in the club but I thought I heard something that resembled Afrikaans, this was Europe, so perhaps they were a Dutch couple. I tried to listen more intently to what they were saying. I heard them say something like "Niemand stel belang" (excuse my poor afrikaans, I understand it and speak a little but havent written in years). After months of feeling left out I was really excited to meet some of my own people. I marched over to them and said, "Im sorry for eavesdropping but are you guys from South Africa". Their eyes immediately lit up.

The pair lets call them Jan and Gita, were a couple in their late thirties, early forties (or so I would assume). Jan was white, tall, heavy, balding man, with quite a full beard. Gita had an average body, dark brown hair, styled in the typical Karen hairstyle. We started chatting about everything South Africa and got completely carried away about how much we missed the comforts of home. It was still relatively early but they said they had to leave, they insisted that I go with back to their place for a coffee to continue the chats. In my mind, I was really skeptical about the offer, my South African instincts kicking in, you can take a man out the country but you cant take the country out the man. Gita could see hesitation in my eyes and said this is Europe not South Africa. I decided to go with them back to their place.

When we go to their apartment, it was neat and tidy with a nice living room. Jan said that he had hustled a way to get DSTV channels on his TV, something he went into quite some detail about, VPNs and all that. Gita had gone to get out of her heels and make some tea. Jan and I chatted about the sports, he was an Arsenal fan and I supported Manchester United. After a while Gita returned with a tray of tea. More interestingly she had changed into an oversized T shirt. There was nothing overly sexual about this sight, I was maybe a bit surprised, her feet were bare, and I assumed she had taken her bra off. She went to the coffee table and bent as she placed the tea down, she was wearing a G-string or a thong, her as was round and had some shape to it. Jan saw that I was surprised and spanked her bare bottom. He said "Hoekom is jou hol alreeds uit" and he let out a hearty chuckle. That made me feel a lot more comfortable like he was fine that I saw it. Gita sat next to Jan and crossed her legs as we watched the highlights of some midtable football teams. I couldnt stop staring in between her legs. She had underwear on but I could still see areas of her pubic region showing, It was oddly arousing.

Jan then laughed loudly again and said "Take a picture boet it will last longer, and you can start your own scrapbook". Now I was embarrassed, I apologized immediately and blushed (They let me in their house and I stare at his wifes cookie). Jan chuckled again and he told Gita that shes distracting the guests. Gita then looked at me and said "Have you ever done this before?", I replied with a confused "Done what?". She and Jan both laughed and blushed. Gita then began telling me how her and Jan are swingers. After the initial shock, and a few stupid questions. I said that I had never been engaged in something like this. She then sheepishly asked if I were keen to engage in a little bit of playing.

I was thinking to myself what the actual fuck is going on here but at the same time, I thought why not. I shakily agreed, they both said I dont have to do anything that I dont want to do. They then began to tell me the rules, there was only one main rule and the rest could be made up as we went. The only rule was that I had to wear a condom. I panicked, and immediately said I didnt have any condoms on me, they smiled and told me they could help with that. We then made our way to their bedroom. The room had dimmed lights but I could still see everything but there was an ambiance. They knew that I wasnt going to get the party started so they started making out with each other, somehow this was supposed to make me feel included.

Gita and Jan were engaging in passionate make out session, while I stood their awkwardly. Gita began to unbuttons Jans shirt and exposed his bare chest, he had a hairy chest and his beer belly was more prominent now. she began kissing his stomach and chest. Jan then told Gita "Hy is nie hier vir my nie:", he then lifted the oversized T-shirt from her body. She had removed her bra earlier and her bare breasts were exposed, they were ample, a handful. Jan began to massage her breasts, he was rough yet gentle. My penis was twitching now, I was just watching more at ease than before. Gita then began unbuttoned Jans pants, the motion was swift, the belt and pants came off quickly. Jan was now in his underpants, he wore what I guess can be described as "tighty whities" (like a speedo). His penis was bulging and it was evident. Gita said "Jy is baie Opgewonde" as she pulled his underpants down. Jans penis sprang out of his underwear like a jack in a box. "Wat dink jy" Gita said to me. I thought nothing. Jan was uncircumcised, he had a thick penis, the thickness made up for the lack of length. His testicles were also quite large and drooped quite a bit. Gita then told Jan about how the tighty whities werent good for his balls and he should try boxers for some more air. She walked over to her nightstand and took out some supplies, condoms, lube and a vibrator. I saw this break and play as a moment to insert myself (no pun intended)

Gita applied some lube to Jans manhood and began stroking him. It was the type of stroking that you could see had been developed after years of being together she focused where he liked. She cupped his testicles with the other hand as she stroked him, he looked at me and beckoned me to come forward. I walked up to Gita and we began to make out. I could feel my penis starting to fight against the restraints. She unbuttoned my shirt just as she had done to Jan before, I stopped her, I started massaging her breasts and taking each nipple into my mouth and sucking until I could feel them stiffen. she began kissing my stomach and unbuttoned my pants. She pulled my pants to the floor, I wore Jockeys. She started rubbing my penis through the underwear, I was rock hard and she knew it. Gita said "hmmmm jys yster". She pulled my jockey down and was now eye level with my penis. She examined this new specimen in front of her. She took her time looking at every angle as she held on to it. She then without hesitation took me into her mouth, I was surprised she hadnt done this for Jan, She sucked my cock lovingly, she took my testicles into her hand and massaged them. I moaned slightly as her grip was firm but it wasnt painful. She looked up and said just wait a second. She went back to her draw and pulled out a ruler and got her phone. I was confused. She said hold this next to your penis. "15cm is nie te sleg" she uttered as she took a pic on her phone. I said dont get my face and she said of course not. Before I could ask any questions she went to Jan and started stroking him, she took the ruler and showed me it against him, he was 13cm. This turned me on more, I didnt know why. What the hell was going on. Gita started sucking on both of us, she stroked us until I said I wanted to taste her. She lead me over to the bed, she lied down and gave me the honor of removing her soaked panties. I immediately put my tongue to her vagina, I cant remember a taste which I was thankful for because of some bad experiences prior. I ate her pussy like crazy, i tried all kinds of tricks that I had seen, I used my fingers, i changed the speed, sucked and kissed everything. She seemed to be enjoying herself. Once when I came up for air, I noticed that Jan had positioned his cock in her mouth as I was eating her.

She looked at me and said "Get the condom", I got the condom, put it on and after some fluffing, I entered her warm pussy. I had fucked before, this felt different. I fucked her for a got 15 minutes in missionary and doggy. Jan was edging himself or sliding in her mouth when he could. Gita, could feel that I was nearing climax, and said I could cum on her breasts. I said perfect, the condom was definitely lengthening the pleasure. I pulled the soaking wet condom from my cock her juices had dripped down my balls. She called Jan and bent over in from of him, he slid his cock in her. As he fucked her, she started sucking on me, she sucked slow and steady, it was a difficult process as Jan was really going for it back there, he came after a few minutes and I could feel myself reaching that point as well. I started moaning and heard Gita say "Het ek gese jy kan kom?" as she said it she grabbed hold of my family jewels. Her grip was once again firm but not painful, She said "You cum when I say so", she looked uneasy saying those words. She let of my balls and said if youre ready go for it. I was ready and I went for it, It was the biggest load that Id ever let out in my life. I was supposed to go on her chest, instead I went everywhere else. She sucked on my balls and said "Nie sleg vir n eerste keer". I was collapsed onto the bed and she said one more thing.

As I was lying on the bed my penis softening she got her ruler again and then measure my limp penis, 8cm. I was still feeling the Euphoria of what had just happened. I mustered up the courage to ask her what she was doing. Gita was excited but she said Ill show you. She pulled a book from underneath her bedside table. On the first page there was some form of ranking, she said she keeps a record of the men she sleeps with and the size of their penises. She was adamant in saying that it was just a fun little thing she did and bigger cock didnt mean better sex. There were about 8 names on the list, the largest penis she had slept with was 20cm and the smallest was 11cm. On the other pages there were pictures of the mens cocks with a ruler. She explained that a few years ago she watched a video where a woman measured the penis, length and girth, the size of the balls and the volume of the load. I saw each of these categories documented on the pages after the first. I scrolled till the 20cm bull came up, the commentary noted, big cock but his testicles were the size of grapes. She was so fascinated when she spoke about her conquests like she was trophy hunting bulls. I figured Id slot into the middle of the pack right between the 20 and the 11.

When I left we exchanged numbers and saw each other every now and then for a taste of home.

Anyone else keep little mementos from adventures?