My First Night at the Swingers Club

The place was dimly lit, decorated in wine tones with white armchairs and red cushions scattered everywhere. It was more elegant than I had imagined. It wasn’t packed, but there were enough people, almost all in couples, with the occasional small group. Soft music played in the background, low enough that you could talk without shouting.

I was terrified. I was wearing the white towel-robe almost everyone wore, but I felt completely naked. My nipples, hard, brushed the fabric and sent little electric shocks through my whole body. My adrenaline was pumping like crazy.

—Damián, I’m scared —I whispered to him.

—Why? Weren’t you the liberal girl? You’ve got more than enough experience to be scared of one more.

—Damián, I’ve always had sex with someone I’d at least seen before. Here people sleep with anyone without even having spoken to them.

—And doesn’t that sound delicious? Isn’t that exactly why you came?

—Yes, the kink is overwhelming me. But when the girls bailed at the last minute, it killed all my confidence.

—They’re cowards. They play at being worldly women, talk about sex, and when push comes to shove they don’t dare. I guarantee that when you leave here you’ll have a whole new mindset. Nothing is like what you’re about to live through in a bit.

Damián had been my friend for years. A dear friend, the kind you trust with secrets. We had fun talking about sex for hours, even though nothing had ever happened between us. He had been going to that place for a long time: a swingers’ club, for group sex and everything else one could imagine.

He boasted about his virility, said he got the most beautiful women there for hours. The truth was, I never saw him as some great stud. I got the impression he went because there the sex was guaranteed, no negotiating.

Everyone who came in was there for the same thing. Some didn’t even bother covering up with the robe and walked in naked from the door. House rules said no one could touch or start anything until the marked hour, and sex wasn’t allowed in the bar area either. That was what the pavilion was for: a row of rooms separated from the lounge by a short corridor.

According to what Damián had told me, each cubicle had a huge armchair, a king-size bed, a Jacuzzi, and a tiny bathroom, the only thing with a door. The only privacy was a curtain at the entrance. Anyone could walk into whichever room they wanted; that’s how the groups and exchanges formed. No locks: at any moment someone could come in and join whatever was happening inside.

That said, there were rules even in that extreme freedom. No one could be forced, and a “no” was a “no.” Those who turned out to be too uncooperative were politely invited by the managers to find somewhere else more in tune with their tastes.

—Here, anyone who comes, comes to fuck, with whoever, however —Damián told me—. It’s insane, you’ll see.

Sex, sex, and nothing but sex. No one left without getting plenty. There was security staff watching, but the rules were so basic that, as long as everyone agreed, almost anything went.

—And what if nobody picks me? —I asked.

—You join a couple or a group in some room.

—And if they reject me?

—They won’t. But if they do, you look for another door or masturbate while watching.

—I don’t want to watch. I want sex.

—You’ll get it, babe. You’ll have men to spare. Stop being nervous and start making yourself seen. Look at the ones you like the most.

—Why can’t you choose in advance who you’re going to sleep with?

—Because you lose the magic of surprise. It’s delicious: suddenly someone takes you, touches you, and only once you’re in the room do you find out what he’s like. It’s a deadly turn-on.

I did as he said. I started throwing bold looks at several men I liked. There, jealousy didn’t just not exist, it was forbidden. I ran my tongue over my lips shamelessly, watching the guys I’d love to end up with. None of them seemed particularly interested, but several looked back at me. We were in the observation phase, before the hunt. Damián was right: the surprise factor had my pulse racing.

I ordered a tequila and downed it in one gulp. Ordered another.

—Stop drinking like a maniac, do you want to ruin your first time here?

—Tequila relaxes me and gets my hormones going.

—You’re going to wind up face-down on the floor. You’ve had enough already.

The music changed. The lights went down even further. The track that started playing was suggestive, a signal that it was time for action.

Against my will, my whole body began to shake. My hands were freezing.

—Bye, amiga. Good luck.

Damián left instantly and I was left alone, not knowing what to do. I froze.

***

A few minutes passed that felt like hours. Then, in the darkness, I saw a hand extended toward me. I took it. We walked down the corridor, passed several rooms, and went into one. Her hands lowered my robe to the floor. She came closer, and suddenly a mouth claimed mine, and two breasts almost as big as my own pressed against my skin. It was a woman.

I pulled away as fast as I could.

—No, sorry. I’m not a lesbian. I like men.

—Glad you’re not. I prefer straight women. You seemed straight from the start, that’s why I chose you. I’m not a lesbian either.

She walked over and turned on the light, a dim light, just like the one in the bar, but enough to see better. The curtain was still open, and couples were still passing down the hall toward the rooms at the back.

I looked at her. She was very beautiful, quite a bit older than me, but immaculate. Naked, except for a pair of very high red heels. Perfect makeup, lips painted a deep intense red that made her look devastating. She wasn’t thin, she had curves, but her body was pure provocation. Her firm breasts betrayed a surgeon’s good work.

She came close again and went for my mouth.

—No, I don’t think you understood me. I’m not having sex with a woman. I want a man.

With every passing second, my nerves grew worse. I wanted to run.

—Darling, let’s play a little and then we’ll go find my husband and do it with him, all right?

—No. Let’s find him now.

—This is your first time here, isn’t it?

—Yes, but that has nothing to do with it.

—You’ve never done anything with a woman?

—Only in threesomes or in a group, as part of the game. Never alone.

—Well, this is a game too. In a bit we’ll be with my husband. Relax, you look like you’re about to faint. Let me give you a little massage. We can’t go out looking for men like this. If you’re here, you’re supposed to be an open-minded woman.

I should never have listened to Damián.

I took a deep breath. No one had forced me to come. I should have imagined that among the many options, another woman might show up.

—I have a sister about your age. Sometimes we swap with my husband and her boyfriend. They didn’t come tonight, but it’s a delight coming here. I liked you, that scared little face really turned me on. You’re not leaving here a lesbian, I promise you. You’re just going to take away one more experience. After that we’ll look for men, because without a cock inside me I’m not going anywhere, not even crazy.

My body was still trembling. I closed my eyes and tried to calm down.

She started stroking my arms. Her hands were incredibly soft.

—I’m a lawyer and a masseuse. I have two children, a wonderful husband, and pretty varied tastes when it comes to sex.

She went for my mouth again.

—Relax. Tonight we’re both going to enjoy ourselves.

Her kiss started out soft and deepened. I opened my mouth, though I still couldn’t feel comfortable or turned on. I was still scared. But her nipples pressed against mine and electricity began flooding me. Her mouth was delicious, her tongue explored mine with a skill that undid me. I let myself go. She wrapped her arms around my waist and I tangled mine around her neck. It was new to feel such firm breasts pressed against my own.

All at once I found myself kissing her hungrily, our tongues braided together. She was an expert kisser. The kink of knowing I was going to have sex with a woman for the first time, outside a group game, was turning me on.

She took my hand and led me to the bed. She got on top of me and kept kissing me. At some point I realized the fear had gone and that I was moaning. Her pelvis and mine brushed together in exquisite friction. We both had our pubic hair trimmed into a narrow strip, and that rough contact sent waves of pleasure through me. I was going crazy.

She held my arms at my sides and lowered her mouth to my breasts. She sucked one nipple and then the other. I closed my eyes and decided to surrender. Without seeing her, I only felt. It didn’t matter whether it was a woman or a man: the desire was the same. I was flying.

—Let me suck you now —I asked her.

—Not yet. I want you to understand that pleasure exists on its own, not because of the gender of the person giving it to you.

She started moving lower, leaving a trail of red kisses along my belly until she reached between my legs. I opened them instinctively. Her feminine mouth was much subtler than any that had been there before. Different, but just as intense. She caught my clit and sucked it until I was left breathless.

I wouldn’t last much longer. I had tons of adrenaline surging through me. But I wanted to give her pleasure back.

I sat up, took her by the arms, and started kissing her. Her mouth tasted like me.

—Now it’s my turn —I whispered.

She settled into the position I had been in a moment earlier. I put her legs on my shoulders and left her sex at the level of my mouth. She looked at me fixedly. I started licking her without breaking eye contact. It was the first time I’d done it. I tried sucking her clit the way she had done to me, and from her moans I understood I wasn’t doing badly. She moved her hips while I concentrated on that hard point as if it were stone.

—Come here, baby. Let’s finish together.

She patted the bed beside her and I settled there. We kissed while touching each other, first one and then the other, and in the end each of us masturbated ourselves. I couldn’t take it anymore. I broke my mouth from hers and sank into my own pleasure. I came hard, moaned, my body shuddered on its own. I was left for a moment in absolute relaxation, my heart racing.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw her reach orgasm with a muffled cry and a long sigh. She was right. Pleasure came from any gender.

—Delicious, right? —she said, turning toward me.

—So much. I enjoyed it more than I ever thought I would.

—Ready to go find my husband? You have no idea what a cock he has.

—I’m dying for one.

—Me too, darling. Though I’m dying for two.

We laughed. We kissed once more and went out hand in hand to find her husband.

***

We walked naked down the corridor, our breasts swaying with every step. Her ass was exactly as I had imagined: sculpted, perfect. I peeked at the action in the curtain-open rooms. In a couple of them there were more than four people at once. It was another world, one made of kink and total desire.

Suddenly I saw Damián. I stopped without meaning to. A huge guy was pounding him standing up while he, on all fours at the edge of the bed, moaned as if his life depended on it. His cock was hard and dripping. I would never have imagined it.

—What’s wrong? —she asked me.

—It’s my friend. They’re fucking him in the ass and I never thought he liked men.

—Maybe that’s not it. Maybe he just enjoys sex, like you and like me.

—Do you want us to join them or keep looking for your husband?

—I don’t know if he’d like that. And to be honest, I’m dying to be with your husband.

She smiled and we kept going. Her husband’s room was two doors down from Damián’s. The man wasn’t handsome: he was spectacular. Mature, very masculine. Right then he was fucking a short, curvy young girl, while on the armchair a guy around his own age was masturbating as he watched.

—Is she your wife? —my lover asked the man in the armchair.

He nodded without stopping touching himself. He was also chubby, and his penis, though erect, was quite small. “My friend’s,” on the other hand, had an imposing cock.

She walked over to her husband and they kissed as if they were going to devour each other. Then she turned to the man in the armchair.

—Do you want to fuck or just watch?

—Sit down already —he panted.

He took one of the condoms lying around everywhere, put it on, and sat on him, riding him fast and hard. I didn’t think he was enjoying it as much as he seemed to be, but he moaned as if it were true.

—Darling, give my husband a minute. He’ll take care of you —she told me between thrusts.

On the bed, the husband was finishing with the other girl, who collapsed with a brutal orgasm before going to the armchair with the others. I was on the verge of delirium seeing two couples at once.

Then that delicious man came over. He was tall, attractive, with a deep voice. He squeezed my breasts firmly, without hurting me, looking into my eyes.

—Delicious, very delicious —he murmured.

He changed the condom with expert skill. I shivered at the thought that the new one was going to be for me.

—What do you feel like?

—Fuck me like you’d fuck a whore. I want to be your whore.

That seemed to light him up. He threw me onto the bed, got on top, and kissed me desperately. His full lips, the two-day beard stubble scraping my skin. He entered me at once, so big it hurt a little despite how well-lubricated I was. His thrusts were ferocious. That cock filled me completely.

He turned me over, put me on all fours, and fucked me from behind. My breasts shook with every blow. I heard the guy in the armchair roar as he came, and I saw the two women kissing on top of him. The girl had small, perky breasts, and my lover devoured them with the same skill he had devoured mine a little earlier.

He pulled his cock out of my pussy and aimed it at my ass. My alarms went off: I had never been penetrated there with something that big. He started rubbing my hole, pushing the cock back in and pulling it out again, trying to arouse me. He slipped the tip in. I felt a tear, but I didn’t complain. He tried again, went in a little deeper, and I screamed. He went back to my pussy and fucked me harder, as if punishing me for not letting him in. Something told me he wasn’t going to give up, and he didn’t. The madness of feeling him open me while my cunt was exploding was too much pleasure all at once.

I couldn’t take it and came, completely exhausted. My body trembled in waves of desire and pain.

—My dear beautiful girl —she said in an almost motherly voice—, that ass of yours is a rough diamond my husband will soon open all the way up.

She settled beside me, in the same position.

—Don’t take the condom off. I want you to fuck me with her juices. They’re mine too, baby.

She searched for my mouth while he fucked her much faster and harder than he had fucked me. His movements were so brutal that we had to break the kiss so we wouldn’t hurt ourselves. I lay back, sated, while the two of them moaned.

—Look what I can do with this man —she told me between gasps—. He almost can’t finish if he doesn’t have an ass giving him this pleasure. Soon you’re going to try it. It’s another level.

She arched her hips and he drove into her to the hilt. She hadn’t taken off her red heels, and the image was pure movie material. Then he suddenly yanked the condom off and kept pounding her without pause, harder and harder. She came first; he did a few seconds later, without pulling out of her, and collapsed onto her back. Both of them were breathing like crazy.

I couldn’t stop touching myself, and I had another orgasm watching that scene while, in the Jacuzzi, the young couple were pleasuring each other again in the water.

***

That night I discovered a side of sex I didn’t even know existed. Not only did I have an incredible night with that couple: I gained two friends for my life and two lovers for my bed. After that I went back to the club several times, but even more often to their house, where their swinger parties and orgies reached a level that left everyone satisfied.

I never told Damián anything about what I saw him doing, though sooner or later we’ll end up talking about it. That night, just like him, I had my own discovery too. It didn’t turn me lesbian: I still adore men, I still crave a cock like crazy. But that woman expanded my map. Today I actively take part in threesomes and orgies, and I don’t limit myself to just those anymore.

Pleasure isn’t a matter of gender. It’s about feeling and making others feel. What do you think? Leave me a comment.