My Debut at the Swingers’ Club

It was Saturday night and the taxi dropped us in front of a door with no sign on a street I didn’t know. Adrián squeezed my hand before ringing the bell. For weeks I’d been telling him yes, that I wanted to try it, but now that I was standing there in my heels, my heart hammering against my chest, I didn’t know if it was nerves or desire.

—If at any point you want to leave, we leave —he whispered in my ear—. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.

I nodded. He had already been to places like this before he met me; I was an absolute novice. That difference turned me on, though I didn’t admit it to him.

Inside, a girl asked for our coats and hung them behind a counter with the smile of someone who had already seen everything. I didn’t have much to hand over: just a short, tight black dress, and nothing underneath. I had decided that in front of the mirror at home, and when I felt the cool air of the club brushing my thighs, that current between my legs came back.

—You okay? —Adrián asked.

—Better than okay —I lied, only half of it.

The place was more intimate than I had imagined. Low lights, soft music in the background, leather sofas scattered through the dimness. We sat at the bar and ordered two drinks to get our bearings and take in the atmosphere.

There wasn’t much people yet. Two men were drinking beer, leaning against a column, talking quietly while they followed every woman who passed with their eyes. On a sofa, a couple were kissing and touching each other openly. And off to one side, alone, a dark-haired girl had one hand between her legs while she watched that couple. From somewhere in the rooms at the back came a long, muffled moan.

I was surprised by how natural it all felt. No one looked at anyone with shame. It was as if the rules from outside didn’t exist on the other side of that door.

—Let’s go to a sofa —I suggested, and Adrián smiled.

We chose an empty one in a corner with a good view. We settled in, kept talking, and, almost without noticing, started kissing. His hands moved up my thigh and stopped right at the edge of my dress. I bit his lip, teased him, let his hand advance another inch before closing my legs. We played.

When we’d finished our drinks, I stood up.

—I’m going to the bathroom and I’ll order two more —I told him, tugging my dress down, because when I stood up my ass was half visible.

—Sure, I’ll wait here —he answered, leaning back against the cushion.

On the way to the bathroom I passed the dark-haired girl. She still had her hand between her legs, but she was no longer looking at the couple on the sofa. She was looking at me, and then she looked toward where Adrián was. I felt a strange shiver, a mix of discomfort and curiosity, and I hurried my step.

I wasn’t long. I fixed my hair in the mirror, told myself I was ready for whatever came, and went back to the bar.

—Two gin and tonics, please —I asked.

While the bartender made the drinks, I looked for Adrián. He was still there, on the sofa, but no longer alone. The dark-haired girl had sat down beside him and they were talking very close, too close. I watched the distance between them shrink drink by drink, word by word.

I paid. I took a drink in each hand and turned around. And I froze in place.

She had Adrián’s cock in her mouth.

My first impulse was something like jealousy, a hard blow to the stomach. But it lasted only an instant. What came after was something else, a mix of heat and vertigo I couldn’t name. How had everything happened so fast?

It took me a few seconds to react. Then I walked over slowly, carrying both drinks, and instead of making a scene I sat in the armchair opposite them, right across from the low table. I had the best seat in the room.

Adrián opened his eyes and saw me. The look on his face told me he was expecting a reproach. I handed him his drink without saying anything, leaned back in the chair, and crossed my legs.

—Keep going —was all I said.

And keep going she did. That stranger was eating my boyfriend’s cock like her life depended on it. She swallowed him whole, all the way down, and came back up licking him with the tip of her tongue. She took him down to the balls, sucked each one in turn, and then took him back into her mouth with a wet sound that could be heard over the music.

Adrián’s face was pure pleasure. And I, in the chair opposite, was getting hotter than I ever had before. With one hand I held my drink and took little sips; with the other I started rubbing my nipples through the fabric. They were hard, pressing against the dress. Every time she sped up, I squeezed a little harder.

The girl increased the pace and Adrián closed his eyes, jaw tightening. He was putting all his effort into holding out, into not coming yet. I already had my hand between my legs, my fingers sliding over my clit. I was soaked. I had completely forgotten we were surrounded by people.

***

All at once I felt two presences, one on each side of my chair. They were the two men who had been drinking beer against the column. They said nothing. They stood there, watching the scene on the sofa, and every now and then they touched the bulge in their pants.

One of them, the taller one, laid his hand over mine and guided it to my own chest, as if inviting me to keep going. When I didn’t pull away, he slid his fingers into my neckline, found my nipple, and started kneading my left breast with a firmness that made me let out a breath. The other, not to be outdone, did the same on the right side.

I was completely given over. Two strangers were groping my breasts, which had already spilled out of the dress, while I worked one finger in and out of my pussy and didn’t miss a single detail of Adrián’s cock disappearing into that girl’s mouth.

When he opened his eyes and turned his head to look at me, he was hit with all of it at once: me overflowing in the chair, my tits out, two strangers pinching my nipples, and my hand working between my legs. I suppose it was too much for him.

He let out a muffled moan and came in her mouth. The girl didn’t take him out for a single second. She took everything down her throat and didn’t let a drop escape. She kept sucking him to the hilt, making sure to leave him clean, and only then did she get up, lick her lips, and walk away without saying a word, as if nothing had happened.

Adrián was left sprawled on the sofa, breathless, his chest rising and falling.

I had already finished my drink. Now, with my other hand free, I set about jerking off one of the strangers, the tall one, who had a monstrous cock. I held him with both hands and could barely get my fingers around him.

At last Adrián sat up and looked at me, still flushed, waiting to see how far I wanted to go.

—Now it’s my turn —I told him.

I got out of the armchair, yanked my dress off and let it fall to the floor. I lay back on the sofa, in the same warm spot where he had been, and opened my legs.

—Eat my pussy the way you know how —I asked him.

He didn’t need to say anything else. He knelt between my legs and gave me one of his best performances. His tongue toyed with my clit, up and down, in circles; then it dipped lower and went as deep as it could, slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. I arched my back and dug my fingers into his hair.

The two men joined the party. They positioned themselves one on each side of my face and brought their cocks close so I could keep up the manual work. I had one in each hand and Adrián’s tongue deep inside me. I was so turned on I couldn’t contain my moans, and every moan mixed with the music and the sounds from the rest of the room.

Adrián moved his tongue in circles over my clit, then side to side, then up and down, without stopping. He started fingering me while still playing with his tongue, and after a while he added a second finger. With how wet I was, his fingers went in and out with the slightest effort.

I was close. I matched my moans with rolling hips, pushing myself against his mouth, and every now and then I turned my head to give a lick to one of the cocks at my disposal. It was too much to process: the heat, the hands, the mouths, the feeling of being watched by the whole room.

When Adrián slipped in his third finger, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I came in his mouth screaming, not caring who heard me. I felt my pussy clench and squeeze his fingers in waves, one after another, until I was left trembling.

***

I was still coming down from that high when one of the men stepped back a little. He jerked himself hard, standing beside the sofa, and finished by unloading over my tits with a hoarse grunt. The other brought his cock to my face while he was working himself too, and I took his balls into my mouth and sucked them. That was enough for him. He came with a whimper, and I felt his load fall warm over my hair while I kept sucking his balls.

And just as they had appeared, the two strangers straightened their clothes and left without saying anything, disappearing into the club’s dimness.

Adrián lay down beside me on the sofa, both of us sweaty and breathless. He put an arm over me and kissed my temple.

—Well? —he asked—. Too much for a first time?

I laughed, my heart still racing. I looked around: the room had started to fill up, the lights were still low, another couple was settling onto the sofa opposite. I thought about the dark-haired girl, the two strangers, how far that door with no sign was from the woman who had walked in a little while earlier.

—No —I told him, finding his mouth—. Not too much at all. Just the beginning.