Our First Night at the Swingers Club

I’m going to try to tell what our first time in a swingers club was like. It happened many years ago now, so some details will probably have blurred with time, but I want to be as faithful as possible to how it unfolded. Back then, Carla and I were very young, newly established as a serious couple, and we had that mix of recklessness and curiosity you only have at that age.

It all started with one of her confessions. One afternoon, sitting in the kitchen, she told me that for months she had been hooking up with a coworker friend. At first it hit me like a kick in the gut. I actually thought about leaving home that very night.

But something curious happened once my anger died down. Instead of picturing her betraying me, I pictured her with her, and that, instead of hurting, ignited something. Carla noticed. We talked for hours, she explained how it had started, what she liked about being with another woman, what she felt. We ended that conversation in bed, and fucked in a way I hadn’t remembered since the beginning of our relationship.

—What if we try it together? —she said a few days later, with her head resting on my chest—. There are places for this. Clubs where people go as couples.

I didn’t even know places like that existed.

She did. Her friend had told her about one. That same night we looked it up online and found a place on the outskirts called Eden. It had good reviews, photos of a lounge with dim lights, a long bar, and a jacuzzi in the back. We stared at the screen in silence, both of us with our hearts beating a little faster, and we knew we were going to go.

***

The day came sooner than I expected. I dressed as well as I could, clean shirt, a bit of cologne, hands sweating. But Carla was another story. When she came out of the bedroom, my mouth went dry. She had put on a tight black dress that showed off every curve, red lipstick, loose hair. She was absolutely mouthwatering.

—Too much? —she asked, turning around.

—Perfect —I said, and I wasn’t lying.

We arrived after midnight. We were greeted at the entrance by a woman, one of those people in public relations who seem made to make others nervous. She was elegant, self-assured, with a smile that judged nothing. She asked if it was our first time and we said yes.

—Don’t worry —she said as she showed us around—. Here everyone sets their own limits. Nothing happens that you don’t want to happen. And if someone interests you, let me know. Though honestly —she added, winking at us—, with how young you are, I don’t think you’ll have to look very hard. That kind of thing gets attention here.

She left and we were alone in the middle of the lounge. Carla and I looked at each other, not quite sure what to do with that comment. We started walking slowly, a drink in hand, and what I saw left me breathless. There were couples on sofas kissing without trying to hide it. A couple of rooms with the doors open where you could hear everything. A huge bed in one corner with three or four bodies tangled together. It was better than any movie I’d ever seen, and I could feel the tension building through my whole body.

We sat on some upholstered benches near the bar. At first I didn’t notice, but after a few minutes I realized several couples were watching us. Different ages, some older, others our age. One after another they came over to chat, to test the waters, to invite us to a room or the jacuzzi. None of them quite clicked for us. Maybe it was inexperience, the desire for the first time to be with someone we actually really wanted.

We had already spoken with seven or eight couples when they appeared.

***

Her name was Mara, and I still remember her in detail. Brunette, shoulder-length hair, big breasts barely contained by the dress’s neckline, and a way of looking at you that stripped you naked before she ever touched you. Her guy was tall, very tall, friendly, one of those men who laugh easily. Carla always liked tall men, so that worked in his favor.

The first thing I noticed was that they had experience. They didn’t crowd us. They sat down with us, ordered another round, and started asking the usual things: tastes, what we were looking for, how far we wanted to go. But they did it calmly, giving us space. Carla loosened up right away. She told them about her friend, how she had discovered she liked women, and I listened to her say all those things with a dry throat, glancing sideways at Mara.

—Do you feel like going to the jacuzzi? —Mara said at one point—. It’s much better in there than here with all this noise.

We hesitated. My younger self blurted out before I could stop it.

—We didn’t bring swimwear —I said, and immediately regretted it.

Mara laughed, an open laugh, without malice.

—Honey, no one wears anything in there.

Carla and I looked at each other for a couple of seconds. That look said everything. We both nodded.

***

We changed, put on our robes, and went in. They were already in the water, naked, the bubbles covering almost everything. We sat opposite them. Between the dim light and the steam, all I could make out of Mara was her neck, her shoulders, and that smile.

Carla started telling it again, this time in more detail, how it had been with her friend. I was hard as a rock just from listening to her, with Mara a meter away and my imagination running wild.

—And why don’t you show your boyfriend how you do it? —Mara said suddenly, looking at her—. So he can see with his own eyes.

Carla looked at her. The two of them laughed, that complicit laugh I still didn’t fully understand. And then Mara stood up.

I saw her whole body for the first time and my breath caught. She had generous breasts, dark nipples hard from the temperature change. She was a spectacular woman. She sat back down, this time next to Carla, and the two of them slowly leaned in until they were pressed together.

They kissed.

It was the first time I’d ever seen Carla kiss another woman, and there’s no way to explain what I felt. It wasn’t just desire, it was something deeper, as if I were discovering her all over again. Without thinking, I lowered my hand under the water.

—Don’t even think about it —Mara said without stopping kissing her, with a sideways smile—. You just watch. And enjoy.

I pulled my hand away. The two of them kept going, oblivious to everything else. They kissed each other’s necks, their breasts, they touched each other under the water. They whispered things to one another, stray phrases that reached me in pieces and turned me on more than any image. I had my hands on my thighs so I wouldn’t touch myself, and I felt like I was about to explode.

Mara got out of the water again, this time completely, and sat on the edge with her legs apart. She looked straight at me.

—Would you like to try? —she asked.

—Yes —I said, my voice rough.

—Later. Now it’s her turn.

***

What came after that stayed burned into my memory forever. Carla knelt between Mara’s legs and started eating her out with a skill I had never known she had. She used her tongue, her fingers, and Mara threw her head back, repeating how good it felt, asking for more, never taking her eyes off me. That look, knowing I was seeing everything, was what turned me on most.

Mara didn’t take long to come, with a long moan that echoed off the tiled walls. When it passed, she pulled Carla toward her and sat her on the edge, in her place.

—Now you —she said.

And there was my wife, legs open, with Mara’s tongue between them. At one point, because of the position, Mara was within reach of my hand. Without stopping eating Carla’s pussy, she stretched out her arm, found my hand under the water, and brought it between her legs.

—What are you waiting for? —she whispered—. Make me come.

I glanced sideways at her guy, looking for an approval I didn’t need. Mara noticed.

—Don’t look at him. I’m in charge here.

He smiled and nodded, giving me permission with a gesture. I started stroking her, first on the outside, trembling, not daring to go further. She guided my fingers herself. I could hardly believe it: Carla up on the jacuzzi bench with Mara’s mouth between her legs, and me behind, pleasuring a stranger in the hot water. It was too much to process.

Carla was close. She asked for more, asked us not to stop. I quickened the pace and, almost without warning, the two of them came at the same time, one against the other’s mouth, their bodies tense and then slack. They kissed slowly, exhausted and satisfied.

Mara came over to me and gave me a soft kiss on the lips.

—Did you like the show? —she asked.

—It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life —I answered, and it was true.

She smiled, pressed close to my ear, and lowered her voice.

—Well, the night is still young. I assure you this has only just begun.

I sat down beside her, Carla tangled herself up with the guy, and the four of us started kissing, knowing the best was still to come.