prolog
I admit openly that I have been into swinger clubs since I was young. But there is a good reason for that. After all, I lost my virginity in such an establishment, and in a very special way. Even today, the memory of the first time in my life gives me an erection. Not that I didn’t have any relevant experience with girls at the time. But to be honest, there wasn’t much choice in our village. So I stuck to kissing and fondling. That was all I could do until I came of age.
Act 1: Birthday party and swinger club opening
It was shortly before my 18th birthday when the news hit our tranquil village like a bomb. A few days ago, a swingers’ club had opened its doors in the house that Aunt Lillo and Uncle Walter had sold. I remember exactly that at the celebration of my coming of age, there was no other topic of conversation in the small hall of the Schützenhaus. Of course, there was lots of partying and dancing, and I couldn’t complain about my presents either. Despite that, I didn’t have the feeling that anyone was seriously interested in me. Instead,
the conversations of those present revolved around man-murdering prostitutes, excessive sex orgies, and the decline of morals, morals and decency. The women of the village in particular agreed that the devil himself was coming to our village. Looking back, I almost believe that it was only a matter of time before a howling horde set out with clubs and torches to drive away the approaching Beelzebub with fire and brimstone.
Although I was a little drunk that evening, when I went to bed my thoughts were all about breasts, thighs and female genitals. I was still waiting to lose my virginity at the time. The pressure was so strong that I masturbated twice that night and masturbated again when I got up. When I came to breakfast after a shower, my parents’ conversation immediately stopped. I was sure that it was about the swingers’ club. I was very happy about their silence, after all I really had better things to do than talk to my parents about such saucy things.
Before breakfast I had already called my old friends Max, Gunter and Robbie to arrange to meet them at the bus stop. We had been hanging out here since school when we had nothing else to do. Of course our conversation was all about the new attraction in our village. Our fantasies became wilder and wilder and according to our stories we were the biggest and most potent young men and had an almost endless wealth of experience with women. As always, we treated the passengers getting on and off the bus with contempt and paid very little attention to their sensitivities.
Instead, we decided to examine the object of our desire in person. “So that’s it. Next Saturday we’ll pay the ladies a visit,” said Max, who had always been the leader of our little gang and was the only one who already owned a car.
intermezzo
“If I tell you, I was sitting at the bus stop and understood every word. Four guys, each one cuter than the next, and none of them could be older than 20.” “
And they really want to be here on a Saturday afternoon at 4 p.m.?” asked Hannelore, the owner of the newly opened swingers’ club.
“Yes!”
“Then I’ll expect you at 2:30 sharp. We should have enough time to prepare everything then.”
“I’m on time. See you then, my love.”
“Bye, my sweetheart, I’m looking forward to it!” With these words, Hannelore and Sylvia ended their phone call.
Act 2: Defloration in the swinger club
The following Saturday, Max, Gunter, Robbie and I arrived at the swingers club after a short drive. There were only two cars in the parking lot. After we got out, we walked up to the front door and rang the bell. An attractive middle-aged blonde woman with a very feminine figure opened the door. She was wearing a cream-colored house dress that reached down to her knees. Her bare feet were in open, mid-height sandals and her hair was tied back in a ponytail.
“Good evening, gentlemen,” she smiled at us. “Come in.”
As expected, Max straightened his body and went first. The rest of us followed, a little timid.
“Follow your nose and then the first door on the left, please,” she called after us.
Max opened the door and I stood directly behind him. Stairs led into a lower cellar vault that had been converted into a bar. Plastic palm trees and some statues borrowed from Greek mythology lightened up the room. A brunette woman, who must also have been in her mid-40s, was sitting at the bar. She was wearing nothing but a translucent black silk shirt and matching panties.
“Come on in, men. I’m Hanne, and you’ve already met Silvia,” she said as she slid down from her bar stool and shook hands with each of us. “How about a glass of Prosecco as a welcome, gentlemen?” With these words, she reached for an open bottle that was in a champagne cooler that was waiting.
“I’d prefer a beer, but a sip of bubbly wouldn’t hurt either,” said Max cheekily.
“That’s a pretty hot one,” remarked Silvia, approaching Max. “We’re both going to have a lot of fun, don’t you think?” With these words, she snuggled up close to my friend’s body and reached directly into his genitals. At the same time, with her other hand, she took two full glasses from the bar and passed one to him.
“I know what we’re doing,” said Hanne. “First we’ll all drink a toast and then we’ll go into the hot tub together. Is that a good idea?”
Of course we were all fired up, even though my heart was pounding in my throat. Less than three minutes later, the six of us were sitting naked in a huge jacuzzi. Hanne was sitting between Robbie and me, and Max and Gunter had taken Silvia between them. Without the slightest shame, the mature women went to work on our young men’s cocks. We took turns letting the buoyancy of the water carry us to the surface. A feat that was always rewarded with a little blowjob from Hanne and Silvia. The fact is that after a very short time, various milky white threads were floating in the water, although Hanne and Silvia did their best to catch our manly pleasures with their mouths.
It was therefore not surprising that the ladies soon asked for the social gathering to be moved to another room. Things then really got going on the large lawn in the mirror room. That evening I also lost my virginity, which I had been hoping for for so long. Over the next few hours we were given detailed instruction on the anatomy of the female body. From cunnilingus with G-spot massage to sophisticated double penetration and the fact that women are also capable of ejaculating, we discovered a lot of new territory during this practical lesson. The good thing about being young is that you come quickly, but then you can do it again and again. That suited the ladies just fine, because when one cock needed to recover, there was always a second one there.
epilogue
Now the interested reader may understand why I have a very special affinity for swinger clubs. It is certainly no exaggeration when I say that this encounter with the fair sexes had a significant impact on my sexuality. In retrospect, it was of course an unequal battle of the sexes. Hanne and Silvia were miles ahead of us in terms of experience. Without us noticing, they initiated us into the secrets of physical love and I still benefit from this experience today.
