Our First Time at a Swingers Club in Hamburg

My wife and I decided to visit a swingers club for the first time after twenty-four years of marriage. It wasn’t a carefully thought-out decision, but something that got out of hand during a trip, far from home, where for once nobody knew us.

For her fifty-first birthday I gave her a few days in Hamburg. The perfect excuse was to visit Rubén, an old friend who had moved there for work and who, after almost a year in the city, had ended up marrying a German woman. The two of them had married fairly late in life: Rubén was around fifty-eight and Inge, his wife, forty-eight. Even so, neither of them looked it. They exercised, looked after themselves, and she had a figure and a smile that did not go unnoticed.

The first day we spent resting from the trip and wandering around the docks. The second we met up with the couple, who took us to corners that didn’t appear in any tourist guide. We ended up having dinner at their place, with a few drinks too many and the four of us spread out on a sofa far too small for so much familiarity.

Inge had put on a long leather skirt with a slit that went almost up to her hip. When she sat down, the fabric parted and left much of her thigh on display. She did nothing to cover herself, and I didn’t do much to stop looking. Meanwhile, Marina had sat down next to Rubén and kept touching his arm as she spoke, with the easy familiarity of someone who has known you for years.

I would have stayed there until dawn, but Rubén was tired and before midnight we were already back at the hotel.

“Rubén’s exactly the same as always,” Marina said as she took off her earrings.

“Yeah, he’s a good guy, but a bore. Inge wanted another drink and he shut her down. I don’t know where she met him.”

“He just works too much,” she said in his defense, coming closer with a smile I knew well.

“Well, I feel sorry for her,” I answered, kissing her.

We fell onto the bed without stopping touching each other. Sex in hotels has always turned us on, that feeling of being somewhere that isn’t ours. I came inside her almost as soon as I entered her, imagining it was Inge beneath me while Marina was getting along with Rubén. I didn’t tell her. Not yet.

***

The following afternoon we walked to the city’s red-light district, that old, bright area that draws tourists with the lure of the forbidden. Rows of neon-lit windows, women offering themselves behind the glass on little stages. It intimidated me and I couldn’t quite enjoy it.

Until one of the girls winked at Marina and licked her lips with her tongue without taking her eyes off her. My wife smiled back, and the other girl beckoned her in with a hand gesture.

“Let’s go, I’m embarrassed,” I said, pretending to be nervous.

“Wouldn’t you like us to go in with her?” she asked, amused.

“Are you crazy?” I replied, tugging her hand.

We walked away laughing. I didn’t know whether she was serious. After our latest adventures, I could expect anything from her.

“We came here to do crazy things,” she told me, mischievously.

Back at the hotel I turned on the TV looking for some music and up came the usual classified ads pages. Among them, one for a swingers club downtown. Half-jokingly I suggested we go try it that night, and half-jokingly she told me she’d love to.

We’d had that fantasy for a long time. We had watched videos, listened to podcasts, read forums, but we never dared, afraid of the atmosphere and, above all, of running into someone we knew. In Hamburg, though, anonymity was guaranteed.

“But just to look, okay?” she warned me.

“Of course. If we do anything, it’ll be just between us.”

I watched her get ready, aroused, imagining she was dressing for other people. She chose a tight red dress that emphasized her small, round ass, with a neckline designed to draw attention. I talked her into not wearing a bra, so her nipples showed at the slightest carelessness. Underneath, a red thong. To finish, a pair of leather stiletto boots.

We had dinner at a nearby restaurant and then walked around to let time pass. On the way we went into one of those places where marijuana is legal and shared a joint, something we never did. We arrived at the address a little tipsy, laughing at everything.

***

We rang the bell and a girl in very little clothing opened the door and introduced herself as the hostess. The entrance was decorated in red, with gold moldings and mirrors everywhere. We told her it was our first time and she gave us a tour of the club, explaining the rules.

The place was huge and divided into areas: some open to everyone, others reserved for couples, a changing room with lockers and showers. There was a bar with tables and a lounge with sofas. Single men could only move around the bar area, unless a woman or a couple invited them into the rest.

At the back, a dance floor with a hallway leading to the private rooms. In the bathrooms there were lockers, a condom machine, and sarongs in case you wanted to strip naked. Everything clean, everything more orderly than I had imagined.

What reassured us most was the variety. It wasn’t a place full of gym bodies and perfect twenty-somethings. There were young people, yes, but also mature couples like us and even older ones. The first couple we spoke to were around sixty, they were friendly and polite, and they advised us that for our first time we should go off alone to a room, without swapping anything, just to loosen up.

After a couple more drinks, Marina and I started pawing at each other like two teenagers and decided to look for a room. We locked the latch, but left the curtains open so people could see us from outside. We started kissing and, within minutes, we already had several voyeurs pressed against the glass. That sent us through the roof.

I pulled her dress down and left her breasts exposed to everyone. I licked her nipples slowly, knowing they were watching us, and she didn’t resist because she was as turned on as I was. The people outside started touching themselves. Seeing my mature wife desired by those strangers gave me an instant erection.

Marina took out my cock and put it in her mouth with a devotion I didn’t know she had, using lots of saliva, taking me all the way to the back. At that moment I wished I could see her with another man, but I didn’t dare tell her.

“Come in my mouth,” she ordered me, looking up at me from below.

I froze. In all our years she had never wanted it to end like that, and now she was almost ordering me to do it. I obeyed. She opened her mouth to show me the result, licked her lips and swallowed without taking her eyes off mine.

***

I don’t know if it was the atmosphere, the drinks, or the joint, but Marina was out of her mind. She went up to the door as if she were about to open it.

“Would you like me to give one of those boys a blowjob?” she asked me abruptly.

“Fuck… Just thinking about it gets me hard,” I answered, hardly believing it.

“Will you let me?”

“Would you really dare?” I played along, convinced it was a bluff.

It wasn’t. She pointed with her eyes to a boy just over twenty, athletic, with a body carved by the gym.

“I just want to suck him off. With a condom.”

“It’s your birthday. You can do whatever you want,” I told her, equally nervous and aroused.

With laughter and glances, we invited him in. None of the three of us really knew how to begin. My wife looked at me, bewildered, and I couldn’t find the words. Then she lay back on the bed, took off her thong, and asked me to eat her cunt, which was soaked like never before.

The stranger watched us without moving. Marina asked me in a low voice, “Can I?”, I nodded, and she gestured for him to come closer. He kissed her on the mouth, clumsily at first. She looked for me with her eyes, hesitated for a second, and let herself go while I kept my tongue between her legs.

Seeing her devoured by that boy was such a filthy image that I got hard again despite having just come. I thought there might still be some of me left in her mouth, and now she was sharing it with a stranger.

Her cunt melted against my tongue. She moved her hips faster and faster, smacking my face, until she came with an intensity I’d rarely seen from her. I kept going, without stopping.

A little later, the boy positioned himself behind her and brought his tongue to her ass. He started licking it slowly, and Marina rolled her eyes back. She took my hand and put it on her sex so I could finger her while that was happening. She was so wet my fingers slid in and out with no effort. She was moaning at the top of her lungs, she who never made a sound, pushing the boy’s head against her body and asking him for more.

***

But it wasn’t enough for her. Marina took all her clothes off, took the boy’s hand in one of hers and mine in the other, and we left the room. I didn’t know what she intended until we got to the lounge by the dance floor, where the three of us sat very close together on a sofa. Around us were several couples: some were chatting, others were already in the middle of the act.

My wife brought her mouth to the boy’s cock, put the condom on it she had taken, and started sucking him off in front of everyone. A mature woman giving herself to a twenty-something, without a trace of shame. She seemed like another person, and seeing her like that excited me as much as it unsettled me. It was the first time she’d ever done that to someone who wasn’t me.

The sixty-something couple we had spoken to when we came in approached us. I was a bit awkward, but Marina was in another world. It took me a while to react; I suppose I was too nervous to keep my erection, and I couldn’t help comparing my size to that of the boy who had my wife spellbound. I felt some jealousy, and at the same time I couldn’t remember ever being this aroused in years.

Across from us, a woman was being attended to by three men at once; the oldest, around seventy, was getting a blowjob while the other two took care of the rest. I don’t know why, but the contrast between those bodies made me hard all of a sudden, and I took the opportunity to enter Marina from behind while she kept the boy in her mouth.

The boy didn’t last long. He tensed up and started to come. I, with that scene in front of me, came inside my wife almost at the same time, and she had another brutal orgasm.

To finish, Marina took off his condom and turned it to pour what was left over her own breasts. The mature woman from the couple, who hadn’t taken her eyes off her, came over and spread the semen over her skin with her hand. Then she bent down and licked her breasts slowly, unhurriedly, until she cleaned them off, and finally kissed her on the mouth to share the taste.

We chatted for a while with that couple, who congratulated us on having gone so far on our first visit. Before saying goodbye they gave us their number, in case we wanted to meet up another day before leaving the city.

The experience turned out to be much more intense than we had imagined. We said goodbye with the certainty that it would not be the last time we stepped into a place like that. By the time we got back to the hotel we were still so fired up that we did it again until dawn, with a hunger we hadn’t felt in years, as if we were two complete strangers despite all the time we’d spent together.