This is a story I recently found going through my archives of documents about my first and only swingers club experience, last year. I casually wrote it for another sexy friend at the time who was curious about my experience. I would like to share it with you. For an idea of where this story took place, you can check out The Club’s website at www.theclubottawa.ca. So without further ado… Please Enjoy! :-)
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It was kind of a random surprise finding out about this place and going there. I have a male friend who I see on occasion. We will call him John. John is incredibly attractive, sexy, intelligent, funny, charming, amazing with his hands, a great conversationalist and generally great company. That being said, he is also incredibly arrogant, has an awful attention span, power driven, has weird complexes, and is very flaky at times. I enjoy his company on occasion but I would never date him, would not be crushed if I never saw him again.
Anyways, talking to him early on last week, he invited me to go somewhere with him on Saturday but wouldn’t tell me where we were going. Up for an adventure with the sexy beast, I agreed. He texted me on Saturday morning to tell me where and when to meet him. It was a Tim Hortons in the east end. So… I got a little done up, freshly shaved my pussy and headed out the door. I was wearing a little purple dress and a long above the knee length leather jacket. I wanted to go panty less, but knowing that John always turns me on a lot, I didn’t want to be dripping down my leg, especially since I didn’t know where we were going. So I wore some little lacy pink panties. He told me to meet him there at 9:00. I get there at 8:55. I wait. He was late. Ugh… Of course he was. When he finally got there, he got into my car and we caught up and he proceeded to tell me that he wanted to take me to an “adult lifestyle club”. “Wtf is that” I say. He tells me. The idea arouses me and makes me nervous simultaneously. I say sure why not… fuck it, decide to step out of my comfort zone and go for it. What’s the worst that can happen? I’m horny, anyways.
So, we get into his car and leave my car there. He drives us to the place. It’s in a dark and quiet industrial park. It’s all legal and a totally legitimate business. There is a few people hanging around outside. He makes small talk with them as we walk in. There’s a large dark haired woman at the front desk. Since only members can go in, I have to become a member. I fill out some paperwork, she makes a photocopy of my driver’s license, John pays my membership fee and takes my jacket. The co-owner comes to give me a tour. John has been there a few times already on “singles night” but this was his first time on “couples night”. So we go in, and go on the grand tour of the club, and all the etiquette and rules are explained as we go. The main floor is like a regular club with bar/tables/DJ/dancefloor etc… Upstairs is where the magic happens. Everything is clean, and there is fresh towels, linens and rubbers everywhere. Theres a main room with 6 or so rooms or so branching off of it. One room is totally private with a lock. The others have no doors, some have windows… One room is dedicated for couples that want to play with other couples… The rest are whatever goes. Anyone can use any of the rooms.. You can play beside other people.. Just watch or be watched. The tour ends and we are set free on the main floor. John offers to buy me a drink and I have a cranberry juice. It’s pretty quiet in the club, as it’s Easter weekend, so I guess most people were with their family. We sit at a table. I am slightly nervous and don’t really want to make eye contact with anyone, so I sit with my back to everyone, only facing John, our legs tangled. He tells me that there’s a chick behind me that he fingered last time he was there. She’s with her husband and he thinks that her husband doesn’t like him. He is obsessed with this couple for most of the night, and while it doesn’t bother me at all, it’s kind of lame. So, we sit, talk about life and art, and sex. John goes off on all kinds of fucked up tangents like he usually does. He constantly touches me with his magical hands and I loosen up a bit. There’s maybe 10 or 12 other couples there…just normal people, like us. Some a few years older, some into their 40’s. One chick keeps walking by topless. Eventually I want to check out what’s going on around us, so I switch seats so I am sitting beside John, instead of across from him, so I can pay attention to him and also see everything that is happening around. He says naughty things to me that turn me on. I get wet. He suggests we go upstairs to see if anyone is fucking and see what’s going on. We head upstairs, stopping at the ladies washroom on the way so I can go pee. I take my pink lacy panties off and throw them at him when I come out of the bathroom. He likes that. I put them in my purse and we carry on through the doors to the sexy side. There is all kinds of different rooms, but the main one is a big room with a couple of beds pushed together on display, a glass wall in front of it. There is two couples playing there… just with their own partners, not together…yet. They are all naked, sucking, touching, fingering, rubbing, kissing, etc etc. It’s insanely hot. I stand shyly behind John and hold his hand, peeking over his shoulder. The couples clearly enjoy the fact that we are watching. I can hear muffled noises from some of the other rooms where other sexy things are going on too. I am very turned on. We continue watching, and eventually John firmly pushes me up against the glass and makes me watch the action closer. His sternness turns me on even more. He does his magic with his hands, touching me, and caressing me everywhere…He breathes into my ear, kisses my neck, kisses my shoulders. There is another couple behind us watching us, and watching the action going on with the other couples in the room, behind the glass. John keeps touching me everywhere, and lifts my dress so my juicy ass is exposed and gently caresses it for a few minutes. He lets my dress back down and moves his hands around to my front to gently touch my dripping, twitching, smooth, freshly shaven, pink and tight, aching wet pussy. He lets out a little wimper of pleasure when he feels how wet I am. He caresses me and rubs my clit a bit. It feels so good. The couples behind the glass on the beds are clearly enjoying the show that we are putting on. I am probably the youngest person there, so I think they like that. And I’m new. Fresh meat. He keeps rubbing my clit, then out of nowhere, firmly inserts his fingers into my soaking pussy. I cry out in pleasure, as he finger fucks my sweet wet love hole. He doesn’t let up. He holds me against the glass with his body so I cant move anywhere. One of his hands is holding my hand against the glass, one is roughly fucking my wet pussy. He doesn’t stop. I can’t take it anymore. I am so turned on by the new experience and watching the couples in front of me play, and turned on that they are watching me, and I cum all over his fingers. My tight pussy spasms around his fingers, over and over again. It feels incredible. We leave the sexy area and go back downstairs for a bit. We chat, I have another cranberry juice. I really want to go back upstairs, suck his cock and have him fuck the living shit out of me. We go back upstairs, and watch more action, I play with his cock in my hands. I just want to take his hard cock into my mouth, and I whisper it into his ear. He takes me by the hand, and leads me into one of the rooms with a free bed. I push him to the bed, and put my wet lips on his cock. I spit on his cock and wrap my lips around his manhood sliding up and down. He stops me before he cums. He gets up and roughly pushes me onto my knees on the bed. I reallllly like that. After slipping on the rubber, he enters me, and it feels so good. There is another couple in the room on another bed, also getting freaky. What a fucking turn on. I can see the man out of the corner of my eye, watching me get fucked. I love it. John stops fucking me and puts his fingers in me again, pushing them in and out. I love it. I touch my hard clit at the same time, and rub it around and around. He tells me how sexy I look doing that and tells me to fucking cum for him. I am so turned on that I have no choice, and let it go, cumming again for him, on his hand. Amazing. I quickly grab his hard cock right away and take it into my wet warm mouth. I spit on his cock and make it wet and slippery….It doesn’t take him long to unload his warm goo onto my tongue and chin. I love it! We get up and share a laugh or two. I have an obvious post orgasmic glow.
We go back downstairs, and sit and chat again for a bit. He talks about himself more, and I am sleepy and ready to go home to bed. It’s 2:30 am, but I guess the place only closes when everyone is finished playing. We leave. We drive back to the Tim Hortons. I get in my car, and drive home.
On the way, I have all kinds of thoughts, and an amazing feeling inside. I feel… so inspired and awakened. The new experience is making me wonder what else is out there that I don’t know about yet? What else can I explore? I am inspired. Of all the crazy shit in the world, technology and gadgets, etc etc, sex is the most basic and raw, bare boned of human instincts. So amazing and beautiful. I can’t stop thinking about it all week, and it still wont leave my mind. I think about how I can’t wait to go back. I want to show other people this awesome little hidden sexy secret too. I want to have another man take me there and fuck me in front of everyone, as they watch and get soo turned on. Sensual, sweaty, passionate animalistic sex. And what a treat to share it with others! Can’t wait for next time! :-)
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So, as I mentioned, this story took place last year, just a couple months before I started escorting. I have not been back to “The Club” yet… but I assure you, I have not forgot about it, and still have a desire to go someday soon! ;-)