This is the completely true story of our first ever visit to a swingers club and how it led to my wife's first interracial experience. I've stayed true to the events and emotions so that the reader can immerse themselves and feel what it REALLY feels like to experience the wild world of swinging. All the characters are real so join me into the dark erotic world of swinging
A huge thanks to CaptainsSiren who without her hard work, input and help this story would not have made it to the site. So much more than an editor to me, I value her input and opinions greatly and hope to work with her again soon.
Let me introduce myself, my name's Rick. It was a whirlwind courtship. I was chatting her mate up in the bar, she stood there looking quite plain, not saying a word. Her friend had a lot to say for herself, and I being me, was egging her on. Then she blurted it out, "My mate has fancied you for six months."
I looked at her friend as she blushed. "Who? Her?" I said dismissively.
The quiet girl fixed my dismissive look with her blue eyes and said, "It's not HER! It's Chrissie, OK!"
"Oh you can speak then," I laughed back. "My name's Rick and yours is...?
"It's Christine but you can call me Chrissie, not that you care," she snapped back.
I hadn't really noticed her to be honest. 'Nothing special,' I thought to myself, 'although there is something intriguing about you so let's go with it and see where it leads.' Well, that night I went home to Chrissie's place. Six months later we were married.
Before that eventful night I had just come out of a stormy, but very passionate, relationship with a girl sixteen years younger than I. It was a brief but eventful relationship, almost totally based on wild sex. Problem was, out of the bedroom it was a constant round of arguments because of her almost obsessive jealousy. In the end I just couldn't take any more, so I ended it. Problem was, she was the most sexually aware and active woman I had met.
When I met her I thought I knew women and how their minds worked - well she taught me different. There wasn't much we didn't do together. The sex was mind blowing. We often used to fantasise about swinging but neither of us wanted to share. Now here I was, a year later, yearning for the sex I used to have all the time. Don't get me wrong it was good sex with Chrissie, but slightly repetitive. I just couldn't forget the wild nights (and days) I used to share with my wild, mad ex.
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One night after a lot to drink, we were in bed and while we were having sex I started to whisper in Chrissie's ear about swinging and suggesting what it would be like. I could tell she was turned on, but then I know most people fantasise about it at some time and it has the same effect. The following day I decided to raise it with her and said I knew a club we could go to. (I knew of it from years ago when it opened, but never went.) She thought I was joking, and if I'm honest, at the time I think I was, but something just took over and I said, "No really, let's do it." To my surprise, she said "ok".
Well, by eight that night we were driving to the club that I'd heard of ten years ago (and didn't even know if it was still there). Before we had set off, Chrissie had put a small travel case in the trunk which she had packed herself.
"What's in the case you put in the trunk, Chrissie?"
"Well, if this club we are driving to actually does exist, I'm assuming that I'll need something nice to wear when we are there."
"Something sexy I hope?"
"You'll have to wait and see, won't you?"
As she spoke I glanced across quickly and noticed her cheeks were slightly flushed and she seemed slightly nervous.
As we pulled up outside I could see it was still open and looked really busy with people going in. Chrissie said, "So you weren't joking then," to which I replied, "I suppose I wasn't."
As we got out of the car and made our way to the club entrance I noticed how her earlier nervousness seemed to have been replaced by an air of anticipation, maybe even a slight eagerness. I was the one with the nerves, but having come this far I wasn't going to back away now.
So in we went. We paid our membership and entrance fee and waited in the reception area. Chrissie and I stood waiting, wondering what the night would hold for us both.
A door swung open and in walked a woman in her mid-20s, long blonde hair, big baby blue eyes, and a figure to die for tightly packed into a black leather cat suit that barely held in her huge breasts. She must have stood six-feet in her killer heels.
"Hi. I'm Zoey. I'm the manageress," she said with a soft but very firm tone. I noticed how bright her red gloss lipstick was and how it contrasted against her pale white complexion. "As it's your first time I'll show you through the club up to the changing rooms. Don't be nervous, we are all friends in here." She smiled a smile that would give any man a hard on from fifty yards away.
'Fuck!' I thought, 'if all the women are like that in here, I'm in for a great night.'
"Please follow me," she said as she held the door open and beckoned us in.
We followed Zoey as she walked into the club. Straight away the hairs stood up on the back of my neck. We had entered the club in a bar and dance floor area, the music wasn't too loud to drown out the sound of people talking and laughing together. The lighting was soft and low and the smell of heavy perfume and cologne filled the air. Once my eyes got used to the dim lighting, I could see the place was packed with men and women, both couples and singles of all shapes and sizes, all ages, in different states of dress, semi undress, or wearing sexy outfits. All the old excitement came rushing back from before.
'So it wasn't just my ex then after all, there are loads of people like her,' I thought excitedly. To say it was a buzz is the understatement of my life.
After walking through the dance floor area, Zoey led us up a short flight of stairs and into the changing rooms. She turned to Chrissie.
"Here is your locker key. You are number 99, you can change in here. If there's anything more you need or want, I'll be working behind the bar tonight." With that she turned and left us to get changed.
Chrissie opened the travel case and handed me a pair of white sports shorts she had packed for me.
"There you go," she said. "I like you in these, nice and tight and show off your arse nicely."
