This is a 100% true story. Weâre not mentioning our names and the name of the club to protect confidentiality, but everything else is just as it happened.
My wife and I have been going through some tough times lately, and we thought, (ok, I thought,) that it might be fun to liven up our marriage by going to a so-called âswing clubâ. It took a little while to talk my wife into it. She is pretty conservative and had wild ideas about everyone fucking everyone else at the drop of a hat and she didnât want to do that. Frankly, neither did I. I just wanted to go to a place where we could let our hair down and loosen up a little - you know, just be together and share something new and sexy.
We decided to go to this club which we found online. They had a published schedule of events which were basically dances with specific themes. We chose the Mardi Gras in July for several reasons. First, we could wear masks so no one would recognize us and secondly, we could bring lots of beads and encourage some boob flashing.
The night of the dance came and we were both pretty nervous. When we got there, we signed in, paid our money (it operates as a private club with a membership fee) and took a seat in a large room with a bunch of tables and couches in it. There was food available, a lighted dance floor and a D.J., with a porno movie showing on a big screen tv. We sat down at a table with two other couples and made their acquaintance. They were very nice and were relative novices like us. It was BYOB and we had brought a bottle of Ron Rico to get us started.
After a bit, the owner of the club went to the microphone and greeted everybody. We opened up with a series of dances designed to loosen everyone up by dancing with a variety of partners. Nearly everyone was open to dancing with various partners. No sex, no groping, just simple dancing and talking - you know, where are you from and that sort of thing.
A little while later, they asked all the new people to come up and sit on chairs on the dance floor. The regulars gathered around us and paid us some very special personal attention. My wife had a really well-built guy rubbing her shoulders and arms and encouraged her to rub his chest, which she did. Thatâs about all she was going to put up with, so he didnât push it. I had a middle aged women sit on my lap and quickly get topless. She rubbed me and I ran my hands over her back and legs. When I whispered to her that I didnât have anything on under my pants, she took this as permission to grope my cock through my pants. As things were winding down with my wife and I, we had a chance to look around us and found that several guys were getting blow jobs right there on the dance floor. No once seemed particularly surprised, although I must admit it was a turn on to be sitting right next to someone getting sucked off.