[Group] My best friend wanted to go to a swingers club for his birthday

All through high school my best friend Paul and I were inseparable. We would go everywhere together, do everything together, it was like the goddamn Wonder Years before Winnie got all weird. My parents were convinced Paul was gay – and he was a little effeminate but definitely not gay – but we let my folks think that because it gave him a full pass to stay over and hang out all the time. Hell, he used to come on family vacations with us and my parents didn’t think twice about us sharing a bed.

After we graduated we both started at the local college and had plans to transfer elsewhere later, but we were still living out our party years. We were both part of the local fest and rave scene and did a ton of molly and partying. We ended up fooling around a lot during that time, but we were always friends first.

Our sophomore year of college I asked Paul what he wanted for his birthday and he said it sounded crazy but he wanted to go to this private swingers club. He’d read all about it online and was dying to see what it was really like – he’d also been lurking in /r/swingers and was totally obsessed and sending me swingers porn all the time. To be honest, he just wanted to see people have sex in front of him without having to hide.

So, we get all this info and we have to do a phone call with the guy who manages the place and buy a membership. The next available night to go is that Friday and it’s a Devils and Angels theme. So, we go all out and go shopping. Paul, being the guy with total lack of confidence, spent the last three years doing crossfit, so he’s pretty ripped and went with these red boxer brief things and a tank top and little horns. I’m less confident having come off of a five year anorexia run, so I found a sheer white slip and some silly wings and just went with it. [Paul took a photo with his film camera before we left](https://imgur.com/y7x3TVv).

When we got to the warehouse, which was in a bit of a weird part of town, we were kind of worried. There were some homeless dudes out front and it just looked bombed out. We found the door and got inside and once we were in there, it was actually really nice – even if we were the very first people to show up.

We went to the locker room and got changed and then took our two bottles of wine to the bartender and then just like our homecoming dance, Paul and I sat on the only sofa talking about how we were probably losers.

The bartender, who was wearing like half of a tanktop and had her huge fake tits hanging out, came over and asked me to dance to the weird Brazilian dance music. Paul pushed me, I said fuck it, and we did a weird bump and grind sort of thing and she was VERY handsy. After two songs of grinding on each other she made Paul and I tequila shots. We did two really fast and my inhibitions were starting to melt away a bit, which was totally her plan all along.

By the time we did the shots there were other people streaming in. At least five more couples had showed up, and a line had started to form as they checked people in. Paul was like a little kid, he was so excited. The couples showed up in street clothes and were chill, but after a few drinks they too went to the locker room and changed as the music picked up. The DJ was this gorgeous asian girl with a shaved head.

After our second glass of our wine and post shots I had to pee. In the bathroom, a few girls who seemed like they had been there a bunch of times were talking. I pee’d and while washing my hands they started grilling me in a friendly way, asking my age, etc.

We were by far the youngest couple there, most of them were mid-30s. I was honest about the birthday thing, but maintained we were married and looking to spice up our relationship. The girls asked if I’d ever been with another woman, and I said, sure, kind of.

We all went out together and ended up in a big group talking about work. Paul had come up with some elaborate story about being an engineer, and I just said I was finishing college. The older couples had major interest in us. After a few more drinks the music switched to a slower dance vibe and I was dancing with the first girl I’d talked to, a mid-30s blonde mom who was wearing a white bra and panty set with a crooked halo sitting on her head. Her husband and another guy were talking to Paul as the second wife joined me dancing. She was a short black girl with a shaved head and gorgeous face and was married to this seven foot tall viking.

We kind of wound up in a triple slow dance while talking and the blonde asked me if I’d want to join all them in the play rooms. We’d toured them when we first got there and it was exciting as hell. I said I’d have to talk to Paul, and when we looked over he was laughing and smiling with the other guys. It seemed like he’d be into it. The black girl kissed me and then waved at her husband and we all moved to the play rooms as a group.

In the back there were a few different rooms, and we had no idea what the hell we were doing. Paul was behind me about ten steps talking to the husbands and me and the wives were basically skipping ahead. The blonde said we had to get the black room and the other girl agreed.

We wound up in an all black room that had two beds and a bench. It was pitch black except for an occasional black light which would glow to life then go dark for another minute or two. As we moved as a group to the two waist-high beds the lights clicked off and I felt soft hands running down my sides and then up under my slip. I was only wearing a tiny thong underneath, paranoid about panty lines, and no bra. While the blonde moved to my face and started kissing me, I could feel the black girls hands running over my ass.

They pretty quickly tag teamed me and I wound up standing naked in front of them next to the bed with lipstick all over my face. The blonde pulled her mouth away from me letting me catch my breath before she pushed me down on the bed. The black light came to life and I saw the giant nordic dude looking down at me, and realized the rest of my group was now naked. I saw Paul making out with the black girl as the viking knelt between my legs.

I felt his long, soft hair between my fingers as he started going down on me. The black girl fell onto the bed right next to me and she grabbed my hand and kissing me. The viking wasn’t that great at giving head, he just kind of poked his tongue around aimlessly. When the light flashed again I saw Paul had his head between the black girls legs and to my left the other guy was on his back getting his dick sucked by his wife, he leaned over to me and started kissing my neck.

I felt something kind of sharp and plasticy on my stomach and I reached down and felt the outline of a condom wrapper. As I realized the package was already split open, the viking stopped with his tongue and stood up, pulling my body towards him easily. I felt a slap on my stomach and as the lights came up I could see he was big, which explained why he sucked at giving head. He had a very solid at least ten inch cock wrapped in a glow in the dark condom that was lighting up the area. He bent down and started kissing my neck and earlobes. I arched my back and dug my nails a bit into his back – my earlobes are my go to button. He took it as permission – which it was – and pushed the head of his cock between my spit soaked pussy lips.

I hadn’t expected this at all, I thought I’d wingman Paul a bit and watch him get his dick sucked, but nope, here I was getting fucked by a viking with a massive cock. He wasn’t able to really get that deep in me and started sliding and gliding the first like half of his cock in and out of me. At some point, he grabbed my hips and flipped me over and I was suddenly face first with his wife’s pussy. Not one to disappoint, I jumped in and wondered where Paul had gone off to. His wife, clearly not used to good head, was rolling after I started. I felt the viking pull out and his cock was replaced with a very eager mouth and when I looked back and then felt around in the darkness, I could tell it was Paul eating me out from behind.

The viking replaced his face with his cock and started fucking his wife while Paul went to town tongue fucking my pussy from behind. It was a lot to take in at once and I was seriously just holding on. I rolled onto my back and slid further up on the bed, expecting Paul to climb between my legs but it was the blonde’s husband and I was wondering if it was Paul going down on me before because I realized they had the same haircut. I decided to just close my eyes and enjoy myself and not think too much about it. I was a little drunk.

The blonde’s husband was smaller but fucked like a jackhammer and got my attention again by placing a firm hand around my neck. My eyes popped open and he was pounding away at me holding me down and it was fucking amazing. He kept leaning in and telling me how hard he was fucking me and how he was stretching out my pussy and it was fucking amazing. Suddenly I was gasping and I realized I was drooling as I was getting goddamn close to cumming. He flipped me back over to my stomach and grabbed a fistful of my hair, pushing me flat against the mattress as he slammed his cock inside of me from behind while he straddled my ass. It felt like he was rearranging my guts.

I was coated in sweat as I finally came hard and almost started crying. I felt him pull out and cum all over my ass and back. I rolled over and saw Paul was fucking his wife standing against the wall as the lights flashed. I picked up my slip and excused myself to the bathroom and walked naked across the club to the lockers. There were open showers along one wall and I joined a couple already there rinsing off. I was still catching my breath and the guy offered to help clean my back.

I dried off with one of the clubs towels and slid back into my slip not having any idea at all where my thing went. I went back to the bar and talked to the bartender while sipping wine. About twenty minutes later Paul came out of the back room in his boxer briefs and no top completely coated in sweat with lipstick all over his face, chest, and stomach. We sat and drank some wine and laughed a bit. I was ready to go, and he felt the same way, so we got changed and headed out, grabbing an Uber back to campus.

The next day Paul realized we didn’t buy a single night, but a three month membership, so we ended up going back four more times.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hvqy9e/group_my_best_friend_wanted_to_go_to_a_swingers