The first swinger club visit
It would be “a new kick for our sex life,” said Thomas when he suggested that we visit the swingers’ club. “I love you more than anything, you know that,” he said, and then added with a mischievous grin: “And you like trying new things just as much as I do, don’t you?”
Of course he was right. I had always been very experimental in bed. And it was also true that over the course of our ten years of marriage we had dared to experiment less and less. But a visit to a swingers’ club? When I thought of a “new thrill”, I was more likely to think of whips, handcuffs or maybe butt plugs that we had never tried before. I would also have agreed without hesitation to a threesome with the new – extremely hot – neighbor. But a swingers’ club didn’t sound particularly erotic to me.
“Okay,” I finally gave in. “It’s worth a try. I can’t really imagine that there are people there that I find sexy, but I’m in anyway.”
Thomas was beside himself with joy – and a few minutes later, out of his panties too. In sheer anticipation of our trip together, he had thrown me straight onto the bed and fucked me pretty hard. Today was the day. We had looked online for a suitable swingers club near us and decided to just give it a try. Thomas was wearing a simple white shirt with black trousers. We had chosen red lingerie for me together. “Not that you need to stand out even more with your long blonde hair and your dream body,” Thomas had whispered tenderly in my ear when we couldn’t keep our hands off each other again during the private fashion show that we had held in our bedroom in preparation for this evening.
But I liked the colour red and – admittedly – I liked to stand out. So I had chosen a red, transparent bra with a matching thong. The thong consisted of so little material, however, that I might as well go naked from the waist down. Despite this, I had managed to attach suspenders to the thin ribbons that held the tiny triangle of fabric of the panties together around my ass, which in turn were connected to the over-the-knee stockings, which were also red and which – together with black and red high heels – rounded off my outfit.
It was a hot summer day and that’s why I had initially refused to wear a coat over my sexy underwear on the way to the swingers’ club. But Thomas insisted and said: “If you sit next to me in the car like that, there’s no way we’ll get there. Either we have to stop every 100 meters so I can get it for you, or I can’t concentrate on the road and we’ll have an accident.” That made sense to me, and I hid my small, almost naked butt and my breasts, which luckily had always been overly large despite my otherwise very slim figure, under a long coat.When we pulled into the club’s parking lot, we weren’t sure at first whether this was actually the right address. From the outside, the big building didn’t look like anything was going on inside. “Are you sure we should go in?” I asked my husband with raised eyebrows before we got out of the car.
“Of course. What did you expect? Brightly flashing neon signs? We’re going in there now, and if things get stupid, we’ll just do it here in the car and then drive home.”
“Very well,” I mumbled and got out of the car.
We knew we had to ring the bell so that the big, heavy door would open for us. Before Thomas pressed the bell, he gave me another encouraging nod and kissed me more passionately than I had expected at that moment. Then the door opened.The second we entered the swingers’ club, I knew that this was the right place for us. It seemed incredible to me that this stylishly furnished sex palace was the same house that we had seen from the outside. The erotic atmosphere that seemed to flow from every crack in the dark wood-clad walls immediately captivated me. I felt the crackling in the air on my skin as we walked out of the entrance area and into the actual part of the club.
“Oh my God,” I moaned into Thomas’ ear as we looked at a seating area where two muscular men with bare torsos and two equally attractive, scantily clad women were smiling and toasting each other. “It’s perfect here. I’m already totally horny.”
“I told you,” he grinned at me. “I know what my wife likes.” He playfully slapped my now finally bare bottom and then gently pushed me towards the bar. “Let’s have a drink first.” With our drinks in hand, we continued to observe the scene. There were about 20 or 30 people in this part of the sprawling club. Almost all of them seemed good-looking and arousing to me. Most of the women wore skimpy underwear – just like me. Many had opted for tight corsets that showed off their breasts perfectly and wore thongs underneath that left their buttocks exposed.
The many naked butts that kept walking past us within reach turned me on so much that I could barely hold back a few times from reaching out and touching one of them without asking.
Most of the men were also surprisingly well built. Well-trained bodies wherever I looked and, again and again, baggy, tight underwear that left no doubt as to how well-endowed the guys were.
For as long as I could remember, I had been attracted to both sexes, which had brought me a lot of fun over the years (and recognition from my partners, who were always male). Thomas and I had a basically monogamous relationship, although we had already had a few threesomes with other women. I hadn’t slept with another man for around twelve years.
So when this tall, muscle-bound guy with the washboard stomach and the incredibly huge bulge in his pants suddenly stood in front of me and said with a nice smile: “Hello. I’m Markus,” I was a little unsure at first. I first looked at my husband, who gave me an encouraging grin, before I introduced myself in a lascivious voice.
“This is your first time here, isn’t it?” asked Markus, looking me up and down with a lustful look. It felt good to feel his eyes on me. I started to shift restlessly on my bar stool out of excitement and wondered who would dry it later.
