What We Tried Alone at the Swingers’ Club

We arrived at the villa in the middle of the afternoon, our skin still warm from the sun and our feet full of sand. We had walked back from the lighthouse and our bodies were craving cold water, so the first thing we did was get into the pool without saying a word.

—He fucked me really good, huh —Lorena said, leaning on the edge, her gaze still blazing.

—I’ve seen that, yeah —I replied, keeping the same face—. Carla knew what she was doing too. You can tell she has experience.

I hadn’t finished the sentence when I felt her hand sliding down my belly until it found what was already starting to wake up.

—Thinking about Carla really turns you on —she murmured.

—No. Thinking about how Darío rode you turns me on. About how he opened you up and the look on your face when he sank all the way in.

—Did I look like that? Look what he left me like —she said, parting her lips with two fingers—. I need you to fill me up, to cover this hole.

I laid her back on the grass and stretched out on top of her. I lined myself up with her entrance and, with one hard thrust, buried myself in her. Lorena let out a sharp breath and started moaning without a trace of restraint, still left open from the afternoon.

—You like the way I fuck you, but he left you something different —I whispered in her ear.

—He was thicker. He stretched me so fucking good —she answered, looking me in the eyes, and that confession made me drive in twice as hard.

—Are you going to do him again if you see him?

—Of course I am. I want him to open me up again, and then I want you to fuck me on top of what he left.

Those words went straight to something deep inside me. I clenched my teeth, felt the jolt rising from the base, and emptied myself inside her with a long growl. When I pulled out, part of me slid over her lips; she was so open she couldn’t hold all of it in.

—Eat it and I’ll close up with the next one —she ordered.

I went down without thinking and licked her patiently, searching for her clit, mixing her taste with mine until she arched her back and pushed my head away, laughing.

—Stop, I’m piling them up. Let me come in peace.

I sat up and looked at her: lying there naked, nipples hard, legs crossed and pressed tight together. A picture worth framing. That’s how our first beach day ended, exactly the way we wanted: filthy, intense, no holds barred.

***

The next day we decided not to go out. We stayed home, in our little rented paradise, and agreed not to put on any clothes all day. Walking naked through the rooms kept us in a constant state of arousal; all it took was a brush of skin as we crossed in the hallway to get us started all over again.

At midday, lying in the garden, the idea came up. This time we wanted to go to a swingers’ club alone, without the other couple, on our own terms.

—There’s one in Montvell, the one Darío recommended —Lorena said, phone in hand—. But there’s another one closer, in Cala Marina, half an hour by car.

—What if we go to the one in Cala Marina?

—Sounds good. I’m in the mood to experiment with you alone —I answered, running my hand over her thigh and feeling that she was already wet.

—They open at six and they have a terrace.

—Then at six we’ll be there. And no fucking beforehand, we’re saving ourselves for later.

—Deal —she declared, swatting my hand away with a smile.

***

We left the villa at exactly six so we wouldn’t be the first ones there. Half an hour later we were entering Cala Marina, parked the car neatly on the seafront promenade, and soon found the place. Before crossing the door, we agreed.

—What happens on the coast stays on the coast —I said.

We kissed right at the entrance and went through the curtain that led us back into the world of swingers’ clubs.

At reception, a very friendly girl greeted us.

—Hi, hello. Are you new?

—Yes. Is it that obvious?

—No, not in that sense. I mean, is it your first time at this club?

—That it is —I answered once we stopped laughing.

She charged us, gave us the key to a locker with a chip for drinks, and offered to show us around. The place was decorated like an Eastern fairy tale: corridors with gold and burgundy fringe curtains, dim light, spotlights falling onto the floor and leaving everything else in half-darkness. A few couples were having drinks at the side tables and looking at us like fresh meat.

The bar was curved, designed so you always had someone in sight at the next stretch. Then came the dance floor, a room they called “the orgasm room,” packed with machines and toys where condoms were mandatory, and an area of canopied beds covered in embroidered cushions, like little tents. On the right, a cinema room that led into a dark room from which absolutely nothing could be seen. When I peeked in, I squeezed Lorena’s hand; we looked at each other and knew without speaking that we were going in there.

On one wall of the cinema there were eight holes. A gloryhole. Lorena glanced at me sideways and I understood she wanted to try it too.

—What do you think? —the girl asked at the end of the tour.

—Very complete. It’s really good.

—It’s still early. People come later, but it’s all yours.

***

We ordered two gin and tonics at the bar and watched the half-empty club. We were halfway through our drinks when four couples came in together, ordered drinks, and the women disappeared toward the changing rooms.

—I’m going to see what they’re doing —Lorena said, intrigued.

I was left alone until the waitress snapped me out of my trance. She was dark-haired, with black eyes, a neckline that left no doubt whatsoever, and a narrow waist that now seemed much more attractive to me than when we had arrived.

—They’ve gone to change. They’ll come back in lingerie, and so will your wife. You’ll see.

She was right. A while later there was a commotion from the changing rooms and Lorena reappeared in her underwear. She had put on a black lace garter belt, fishnet stockings up to mid-thigh, and a thong that showed everything through, outlining her without the slightest attempt at modesty. She came straight over and hung herself around my neck.

—I found them changing. The tallest one is called Nadia, she told me we can go with them if we want.

—I’d rather it be just you and me. If we feel like it later, we can join up.

—They’re all pretty hot, them and the guys —she added, turning to look at them.

—We’ll see. The night is young.

I didn’t like that kind of socializing; it felt artificial to me. We finished our drinks and went for a walk. More couples had arrived and the atmosphere was starting to heat up: hands in corners, people going into the dark room.

***

As we passed the gloryhole, we saw a girl on her knees servicing a cock sticking out of one of the holes.

—Go to the other side and stick yours through a hole —Lorena asked me.

Obediently, I did what she said. At once a hand grabbed me, gave me a couple of shakes, and then a hot, wet mouth took its place. It wasn’t Lorena; I’d recognize her blowjobs from a mile away. Whoever it was knew what she was doing: a little later she was deep-throating me, and at the back she stuck out her tongue to brush me.

Since I didn’t want to empty myself and lose my hardness, I left my spot and came out on the other side of the wall just in time to see Lorena jerking off the only cock still sticking out. The spurting landed in her cleavage and stained the black lace. We both burst out laughing. The other girl took care of cleaning up what was left with her tongue.

Lorena stood up, kissed me, and pulled me toward the changing room.

—Get naked and put on the towel.

—Did you get a good blowjob? —she asked while I changed.

—I liked it. But I’m saving my cum for you. And you? That mouth looked pretty happy with yours.

She bent down, took it into her mouth for a second, and pulled it out again.

—This is the one I like best —she said, and we gave each other a movie-style kiss.

***

—Let’s go to the dark room. I want to try it.

We crossed the cinema and stopped at the entrance. You couldn’t see a thing, but the moans and the dull thuds of bodies were audible from outside. We went in hand in hand and the feeling of being together dissolved almost immediately. We let go without meaning to and the game of being touched everywhere began.

Hands went up my thighs until they took my balls; another went straight to jerking me off firmly. I couldn’t tell whether they belonged to a man or a woman, I could only feel the strength. A third hand kneaded my ass. I tried to grab something and my hand bumped into a big, hard cock; far from frightening me, I weighed it in my hand and stroked it the same way they were stroking me. With the other arm I found a woman’s breasts and kneaded them for a good while, until a mouth swallowed my erection and the tongue worked my glans in such a way that I felt the end coming.

—If you keep this up, I’m going to cum —I warned.

—Then cum if you want —a male voice answered.

It was a man, and that didn’t take away a single shred of skill. He came back at me and in under five minutes he’d pulled everything out of me, sucking hard with the tip trapped between his lips. An outrageous sensation, almost too intense. When I finished, he let go of his prize and disappeared into the darkness.

I was still latched onto that full-figured female body, exploring it, when a voice at the other end of the room cut me off dead.

—Ahhh, God. I’m cumming. So good —Lorena could be heard between the clash of two bodies.

I moved toward her, guiding myself by the silhouettes. I made her out on all fours, being drilled nonstop by a guy a little taller than me. I reached out and touched her breasts; I would recognize the feel of her skin among all the women in the world. It was her. I ran my hand down her side until I reached the hips of the guy pounding her, felt how he contracted to thrust, and that turned me on all over again.

Just then, a stranger’s hand pulled me toward another group where nothing could be made out. I let myself go. Hands on my ass, on my cock, on my head. I found a woman who was free, slid two fingers into her, and held her while someone else jerked me off. She had an orgasm gripping my fingers with incredible force; when she stood up and pulled the curtain aside, her silhouette was one of the girls who had gone with Lorena to the changing room.

—Let’s go outside —another voice whispered in my ear. It was her.

—I’m coming.

***

We went out into the cinema’s dim light and headed to the bar for a drink. They had put out some snacks and, without us even noticing, the club had filled up.

—How did it go for you? —she asked, readjusting her bra.

—Good. But better for you.

—It went very well for me —she answered with half a smile.

We took our drinks to one of the canopied beds and closed the curtains; I wanted to be alone with her. Lorena slid down to my groin, licked me calmly, and before long I had what I was after. She climbed on top, took me inside herself, and started moving slowly, to the rhythm of the music. A couple pulled the curtains aside to watch shamelessly; the girl was jerking off her man, fixed on the way Lorena’s ass rose and fell. Then they disappeared and left us alone.

I had already come in the dark room, though she didn’t know it. At home we would tell each other about the experiences, what each of us had lived through separately in the darkness. Suddenly she leaned toward me.

—What if we go back to the villa and finish it there?

—Whatever you want. Sounds good to me.

She got off me and we dressed in silence. Something had changed in her; stopping a fuck halfway wasn’t like Lorena. We left the club, got to the car, and I set the GPS for our refuge. We didn’t speak the whole way.

***

We came through the gate, turned off the alarm, and I made two gin and tonics to drink on the terrace. I lay back in a hammock and she lay in the one next to it.

—What’s wrong, sweetheart? —I asked softly.

—I’ve got in my head. I don’t know if we’re doing this right. I enjoy other people so much and sometimes I feel bad about it.

—You don’t need to. The best thing about all this, for me, is seeing you enjoy yourself like that.

—I know. But I can’t help it. It’ll pass.

—Don’t overthink it. Just let go and enjoy yourself, that’s all.

—I want the rest of the vacation to be just us. I want to be only yours. When we get back home, we can do the club thing again. But these days I’ve had enough.

—That sounds perfect to me. We’ll rest, relax, and enjoy the villa. This is an oasis, and the only thing we need to have a good time is the two of us.

We toasted in silence under the stars. The night had been every bit as filthy as we wanted, but what we were really left with was this: the certainty that, at the end of the game, we always came back to each other.