There's a rural region, some ten or fifteen kilometres from where I live. There are farms, there is farmland, there are a lot of cows, and there are some orchards. The roads are small and when two cars want to pass it takes some careful manoeuvring.
If you leave the main road to go to the village centre you'll see a big white villa on the right. It's a big house and most of the time there are a few cars parked in front of it. All windows have their shutters rolled down and one can only guess what happens inside. Once a month, on Friday evening, the road is jammed with cars, at least twenty or thirty. They are all kinds of brands, from Kia to Mercedes.
Sylvie is a girl I know since my student days. She was not as wild as me and she was already glued to her boyfriend who later became her husband. They seemed a nice couple then and now. Sylvie was a bit mysterious, some people found her uninteresting. I just found her shy, or introverted. If we were sitting in a pub with friends, everybody would chat with each other, except for Sylvie who often didn't say a word for hours. She would just sit and smile, sipping from her Bacardi cola. Remarkably, she would say afterwards she had a wonderful time, just sitting and watching us in silence.
I managed to get through her cocoon, perhaps because she is part French and I like to talk in
Molière's
language, even with my horrible accent. However, it took her ages to reveal her real secret to me. She likes to have more than one man and to fulfil that desire she and her husband visit the villa, where swinger parties take place.
I told her I was an exhibitionist and a voyeur, and she just smiled mysteriously and told me she knew for ages. She wanted to know if I would join them at a party, but swinger parties are a bridge too far for me. I agreed to accompany her for a visit to the sauna, at the same place. She promised me it would be worthwhile. I never saw her as open and talkative.
That day we drove in her mini to the villa. It's an absolute anonymous place, not that I was expecting to see red flashing lights, reading: SWINGER PARTIES INSIDE. Sylvie explained to me some of the basic rules. Nudity is allowed and encouraged even, but it is strictly forbidden to touch someone without his or her explicit consent.
"I understand, just like
Killing Kittens
," I added, which made us both laugh.
We were welcomed at Club Heraklion by Simone, the lady of the house, an elderly lady. I guess she was in her fifties, but she looked much older due to her over-tanned leathery skin. She kissed Sylvie on the cheeks and then greeted me like a long-lost family member. I must confess she looked very artificial and plastic.
She gave us a tour of the mansion. It was an impressive place, with fake Greek motives and themes, not always in good taste. It had an inside pool, a Jacuzzi, a sauna, showers, a massage room and a dungeon in the cellar. I had never seen one of these before and it left a great impression.
"I guess this is not for you... yet," winked Simone.
The first floor had some private rooms and in one of them, a man was having his cock sucked by another. They didn't mind us coming in.
At the bar, where we received a glass of Champagne on the house, I was explained the rules of the place.
"We have a few guests at the moment," said Simone. "All respected members. They are very friendly. They know you are a newcomer."
We took our clothes off in the changing room. Sylvie told me that we could take a towel, but that it wasn't meant to hide our bodies, like in most saunas.
