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 quite a few years ago now, so some details will 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 settled into a serious relationship, and we had that mix of recklessness and curiosity that you only have at that age.

It all started with a confession from her. One afternoon, sitting in the kitchen, she told me that for months she’d been hooking up with a coworker. At first it hit me like a kick in the gut. I even thought about leaving home that very night.

But something strange happened when my anger subsided. Instead of picturing her betraying me, I pictured her with her, and that, instead of hurting, lit something up. Carla noticed. We talked for hours; she explained how it had started, what she liked about being with another woman, what she felt. She told me, cheeks flushed, how the first time had been in the office bathroom, how her friend had knelt down and parted her panties with two fingers to lick her until she came, biting her sleeve. My cock went hard instantly listening to her.

We ended that conversation in bed, and fucked in a way I hadn’t remembered since the beginning of our relationship. I tore her clothes off between kisses and buried my face between her legs before she could say a word. She was dripping, her cunt shining, and I licked her from top to bottom while making her repeat everything her friend had done to her. “Tell me how she licked you,” I asked, my chin wet, and she panted and guided my head. Then I climbed on top and rammed it into her in one go, all the way in, and we fucked like animals, her begging louder, me grabbing her tits and biting her neck. I came inside her with a growl and felt her come a second later, squeezing my cock with a cunt pulsing in spasms I hadn’t felt in months.

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

I didn’t even know those places 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 El Edén. 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 got myself as presentable as I could, clean shirt, a little cologne, my hands sweating. But Carla was another story. When she came out of the bedroom, my mouth went dry. She was wearing a tight black dress that outlined every curve, red lipstick, hair down. She was good enough to eat.

“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 PR people who seem made to make others nervous. She was elegant, self-assured, with a smile that judged nothing. She asked whether 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 you’re interested in anyone, let me know. Although, honestly,” she added, winking at us, “with how young you are, I don’t think you’ll have to look very hard. That stands out here.”

She left and abandoned us 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, hands inside dresses, one girl sucking her guy off while another man bit her tits from behind. A couple of rooms with the doors open where you could hear everything: slaps on ass, moans, a “fuck me all the way” that reached me clearly from the back. A huge bed in a corner with three or four bodies tangled together, a guy fucking a woman doggy style while she ate another woman’s cunt. It was better than any movie I’d ever seen, and I could feel the tension building all through my body, my cock pressed tight against my trouser zip.

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 looking at us. Of 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 fit. Maybe it was inexperience, the desire for the first time to be with someone we actually wanted.

We’d 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, huge tits barely contained by the dress neckline, and a way of looking at you that stripped you naked before she even touched you. Her guy was tall, very tall, charming, one of those men who laugh easily. Carla always liked tall men, so that was in his favor.

The first thing I noticed was that they had experience. They didn’t crowd us. They sat with us, ordered another round, and started asking the usual questions: 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’d discovered she liked eating pussy, and I listened to her say those things with a dry throat, glancing sideways at Mara, who ran her tongue over her upper lip every time Carla said something filthy.

“Do you want to go to the jacuzzi?” Mara said at some point. “It’s much nicer there than here with all this noise.”

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

“We didn’t bring swimsuits,” I said, and regretted it instantly.

Mara laughed, a frank laugh, with no malice.

“Honey, nobody wears anything in there.”

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

***

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

Carla started again, this time in more detail, about what had happened with her friend. Now without a filter: how the first time she’d parted her panties with her tongue, how they’d spent hours eating each other’s pussy on the couch at her place, how she’d learned to slip in two fingers and curl them just where they needed to curl. I had a cock like stone just listening to her, with Mara a yard away and my imagination running wild, my dick throbbing beneath the hot water.

“And why don’t you show your guy 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 laugh of complicity 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 tits, round and firm, dark nipples hard as pebbles from the change in temperature, a flat stomach, her shaved cunt already shining with arousal. She was a spectacular woman. She sat back down, this time next to Carla, and the two of them leaned in slowly until they were pressed together.

They kissed.

It was the first time I’d 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. Mara slipped her tongue in whole and Carla gave it back hungrily, sucking on it, biting her lower lip. Without thinking, I lowered my hand under the water and grabbed my cock.

“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. Mara lowered Carla’s bikini top straps and pulled her tits out of the water. She bent down and started sucking her nipples, one and then the other, tugging with her teeth, making her moan. Carla threw her head back and breathed in short gasps, her hands buried in Mara’s hair. Under the water you could see their silhouettes moving, Mara’s fingers searching between my wife’s legs and Carla opening them to give them access.

“Put them in,” I heard Carla say, almost voiceless. “Put them in already.”

Mara put them in. You could see on Carla’s face how Mara curled them inside her, how she started fingering her under the water while still sucking her tits. They whispered things to each other, “you’re so tight,” “like that, keep going,” “I’m going to eat you whole,” fragments that reached me in pieces and turned me on more than any image. I, with my hands on my thighs so I wouldn’t touch myself, felt like I was going to explode inside my trunks.

Mara got out of the water again, fully this time, and sat on the edge with her legs apart. Her cunt opened at my eye level, pink lips and swollen clit, and she looked straight at me.

“Want to try?” she asked, running two fingers through her slit to show me how wet she was.

“Yes,” I said, my voice rough.

“Later. Now it’s her turn.”

***

What came next stayed etched in my memory forever. Carla knelt between Mara’s legs and started eating her out with a skill I hadn’t known she had. She ran her tongue flat from the ass to the clit, sucked it hard, let go, then plunged her mouth back in. She stuck her tongue inside and then two fingers, fucking her while licking her clit in circles. Mara threw her head back, repeating how well she did it, “like that, slut, eat me all up, don’t stop,” asking for more, never taking her eyes off me. That look, knowing I was seeing everything, with my wife between her legs devouring her cunt, was what turned me on the most.

Carla started licking her clit faster, without pulling her fingers out, and Mara began to tremble. She grabbed Carla’s head with both hands and pressed her face against her cunt while telling her “I’m coming, I’m coming, don’t stop.” Mara didn’t take long to come, with a long moan that bounced off the tiled walls, arching into Carla’s mouth and shaking all over. When it passed, she pulled Carla up and sat her on the edge, in her place, and yanked off the bottom of her bikini in one motion.

“Your turn now,” she said. “Let’s see how you come.”

And there was my wife, legs spread wide open, with Mara’s tongue between them. She ate her cunt with a skill only learned by eating many cunts, nose pressed against her mound, chin slick with fluid. Carla writhed and clung to the jacuzzi edges, “like that, there, don’t move from there,” and Mara smiled at her without stopping licking.

At one point, because of the position, Mara ended up within reach of my hand. Without stopping eating Carla out, she stretched out her arm, found my hand under the water, and took it between her legs.

“What are you waiting for?” she whispered, turning her head for a second with Carla’s juices shining on her mouth. “Make me come. Put your fingers in, don’t be shy.”

I glanced sideways at her guy, looking for 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, his cock already poking out of the water, thick and red, with his hand wrapped around it. I started stroking her, first on the outside, trembling, not daring to do more. She guided my fingers herself to her clit, then to the entrance of her cunt. I slid them in. She was hot, soaked, tight. I pushed two fingers in deeper, to the knuckles, and started fingering her at the same pace she was using on Carla’s cunt. I could feel her walls contracting every time Carla let out a louder moan.

I could hardly believe it. Carla up on the jacuzzi edge with Mara’s mouth between her legs, moaning at full volume, and me behind, with two fingers sunk to the knuckles into a stranger’s cunt in the hot water, feeling her clit slip against my palm. Mara’s guy was jerking off watching us, saying nothing, with the calm smile of someone who has seen the scene a hundred times and still enjoys it.

Carla was close. She begged for more, begged us not to stop, “put your tongue in me, put it all in.” I tightened the rhythm with my fingers inside Mara, searching for that spot Carla had taught me to find, and felt her go taut. Almost without warning, they both came at the same time, one against the other’s mouth, bodies tense and then limp, Carla pressing her thighs against Mara’s face and Mara biting her free hand so she wouldn’t scream too loudly. They kissed slowly, their lips and chins still wet with each other’s cunt, exhausted and satisfied.

Mara came over to me and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. She tasted like Carla. I tasted like Carla on her tongue, and my cock went hard again instantly, the cock that had never gone soft in the first place.

“Did you enjoy the show?” she asked, lowering her hand under the water and grabbing me without a shred of modesty. She squeezed me, sized me up, smiled at what she found. “Look at that lovely cock you had hidden away.”

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

She smiled, pressed herself against my ear and lowered her voice, never letting go of me, starting to move her hand slowly up and down under the water.

“Well, the night is still young. I promise you this has only just begun. I’m going to suck that cock until I leave you dry, and then my guy is going to fuck your wife in front of you while you fuck me. How does that sound?”

I couldn’t even answer. I sat down beside her, Carla tangled up with the guy and starting to kiss his neck while she grabbed his cock with her hand, and the four of us started kissing, tongues and hands everywhere, knowing the best was still to come.