This is a long 3 part story. Part 2 and 3 will be posted soon, if you want to find some more info and a bit later the links to the next few parts, visit [my hub](https://www.reddit.com/user/FL_Erotica/posts/) or the disclaimer at the bottom of this post.
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Let’s preface this with the people who are in this story. I’m Phil, a 26 year old single dude who didn’t have all that much experience with women in his life. Most of my buddies were also single until very recently, and those who got in a relationship usually got together with a girl who was also in the extended friend group or at least close to it. Part of that same circle of friends was Carla, a very cute girl, four years younger than me. She was pretty, a bit on the thick side, but fit – a soccer player, and had a darker mixed race teint from her dad. We always liked each other as friends, usually hung out a lot and even were quite close for a good while. But there was never anything romantic between us, I had always been very sure that there was no chance that anything would ever happen. She was very open about her body, sexuality and relationships, but on the other hand never easy or promiscuous at all. When we met each other first, she had been in a long term relationship anyways, so I hadn’t seen her that way from the start. And from her perspective, I’m not the type of guy girls like that way anyways. So it had always been pretty clear on that front.
But it all changed one night, on a birthday party of one of our mutual friends. We were all drunk, and just talking and laughing and cracking jokes. In some random context, I made a joke about a couple who recently got engaged – we all knew them, but didn’t particularly like them – I said they’re a bunch of weirdos and probably the type of people to hang out at swinger clubs and stuff. Most people laughed, but for some reason she got kind of defensive and said “come on, swinging isn’t really a bad thing, it’s not that weird.” I picked up on the chance to rib her and just exclaimed “alright alright gotcha, you just extended your membership at the blue house.” – the Blue House was a local swinger club that you’d often drive by, so it was well known to everyone in the area as a meme. She laughed, but also looked slightly annoyed and just replied with a “grow up, that can be completely normal for some people”, so I let it slide for now.
A few hours later, only a couple of people were left at the party – super drunk but chilling out, she sat outside having a smoke when I came back from saying goodbye to a few friends going home. I sat down next to her and we talked about nothing for a while, when I looked at her with an evil smile and did a callback: “sooo .. about that swinging thing. you about that?” – “oh wouldn’t you like to know, haha. not really…”
“But?”
“But … I guess it’s interesting to me. The way people manage to do that without being jealous at all, and just enjoy themselves. With my ex, that would have been unimaginable, he was way too envious.”
“i mean that’s fair, I guess that kind of thing is not for everyone.”
“True. Back then, I just was kind of mad that he didn’t even give it a thought when it was something I asked him about. And now I can’t really go anymore.”
“Swinging isn’t only for couples I think, I’m pretty sure single girls are called unicorns for a reason.”
“yyyyeah, that’s not gonna happen. I’d be way too scared and feel unsafe.”
“Well – if you ever need someone to visit the Blue House with, I’m your man.” I joked. When I was drunk, I’d often make risque jokes like that, even though I was known as the lonely shy guy – as long as I was with friends I felt comfortable with, that kind of stuff came naturally to me.
“Youuuu should lay off that booze now, that’s what I’m thinking. Haha.”
And that was it for that conversation, after that the party slowly ended and everyone went home, and I completely forgot about that conversation, because it was only one of thousands of tiny things that happened during that night.
But apparently not her. One or two weeks later, she messaged me saying “I thought about it.” I had zero idea what she was talking about, but then she explained that that idea of going to a swingers club had been stuck in her head ever since, and she came to the conclusion that now was probably the best time to cross that off her bucket list. And then she also said that she’s sure that going with a friend who she trusts is probably the best idea, because alone was not an option and finding an SO soon, who wasn’t jealous and would have agreed, was way too unlikely. So since I was a long time friend who often talked in a mature manner with her about that kind of stuff, she wanted me to escort her.
My heart was pounding. I first wanted to decline just because I was too anxious about it all, but after collecting my thoughts I agreed, and said we should talk about it first to see how we would go about it. So we met up, talked about the boundaries – we would go acting as a couple, but with the goal of splitting up and each one doing their thing. We both weren’t sure how swinger clubs worked, so we researched it a bit and found out that there was a club somewhat nearby (we didn’t want to visit the Blue House because it was too close, the risk of meeting someone you might know or our cars being seen on the parking lot way way too high), which had a “Couples Party” the next weekend. That meant: Only straight couples could go that night, it was an open mingle party, fetish and BDSM stuff was discouraged while wearing masks for anonymity was encouraged. It sounded perfect, the right might between casual and what ever she was looking for, while giving us the feeling of some safety. So we set the date. I assured her that I’d go with her, and probably would just hang out at the bar and enjoy the party and see what happens, and keep my distance from her and what she was about to do. I didn’t dare to think about that people went there to have sex, and that I would be caught up in all that.
But then the night came. I picked her up, nervous as all fuck, and we drove to the second closes swingers club in our area. My hands were sweaty and I felt lightheaded when we arrived and got out of the car. When we entered, we stepped into a different world. The lobby looked like a regular, cozy bar but with a desk in front where we had to register and get our “ready to mingle” bracelets. Then we stepped forward into the room and looked around – on the bar, there were around five people chilling and drinking, which looked completely normal, but on the small round tables around the room, the craziness of the situation became clear to us. On every table, two or more people were sitting, most of them wearing masks, and many of them wearing extremely revealing clothing. A lot of leather, jockstraps, thongs and bare buttcheeks, i even saw a topless older woman with huge boobs.
To calm our nerves, we each got a drink (my beer was 8€, what the heck) and sat down on one of the tables to observe the situation. People seemed really friendly and open to talk with everyone, and there was a lot of coming and going – multiple times, we saw people leave through the curtained door to the left of the bar. Apparently that’s where all the action was happening. “soo .. how about that huh? do you really still wanna do anything” I asked her, because i was not sure what to do next. “maybe. i don’t know? let’s just see what happens.” – “i guess we can wait for the opportunity to talk to someone and feel out the situation until then. what are we going to say? Like, about us?” – “okay let’s make a plan. we act like we’re a couple, because it really looks like most people, at least in here, are. i don’t want to seem like the odd ones out in here. and also, don’t say it’s our first time doing this. let’s claim we are still pretty new, but experimented once or twice.” I agreed. “I’ll try. is it okay if I like, touch you a bit to sell that we’re actually a couple, if needed? i don’t want to step over any boundaries here..” – “don’t be an idiot, you know that that’s completely fine. just keep your hands where they’re allowed.” – of course, of course.
We finished our drinks and almost wanted to get up and go explore the rest of the club, which I was extremely nervious about – what crazy things would we see behind the closed door and curtain? But before we could, a dude came up to our table, smiling. He was tall, looked kind of fit and was a bit older than us, maybe around 38. “Hey you two – I’m Tom! Nice to meet you, are you new here? Never seen you before!” He was also wearing the purple wristband, indicating that they were here to swap partners. This was the very moment in which I realized that if he and Carla were willing to do something, I would be left to spend time with his partner, who I assumed was probably here with him. I got anxious for a moment, not knowing what I would do in that situation, so I missed my chance to open my mouth, and my friend answered instead. “Hi, we’re Phil and Carla – yes we are visiting this place for the first time actually! Nice to meet you!” – “that’s really awesome – we rarely get new and younger people around here! let me call my wife.” He went over to the bar, where a short, blonde woman was standing. She looked about the same age as him, not quite as fit but still a great body. She was wearing a small, black leather skirt, nothing on her legs, and only a black bra with a very see-through, lacy top over it. Her boobs were big, probably D cups, with a great looking cleavage from her pushup.
They turned around and Tom pointed towards us and a moment later they walked up to our table. “That’s Anna, my wife. We’re regulars, so if there’s anything you want to know, just ask us. Mind of we sit here with you while our drinks are coming?” Anna spoke: “Hello you two! You’re Carla and you must be Phil? Tom already introduced you.” We started a random conversation, talking about us, them, any topic in the world that was completely mundane, but then finally it came up – swinging. After Tom mentioned it in the context of their pastimes, Anna threw in “We’ve been coming here for about 8 years now. Really brought fresh wind into our relationship, I got to say. Is there any specific reason you’re here, anything you look for?” This time, I was halfway prepared so I answered first. “We’re just curious honestly. We’ve been thinking about it for a while just to spice things up. A few weeks ago we tried another club, which went kind of okay, so we decided to give it another shot, and now we’re here.”
“So you’re kind of newbies .. how exciting”, the woman replied. “At least you seem to know what you’re looking for, already”, she said, nodding towards our matching wristbands. “Drinks are finished… have you guys seen the whole facilty yet? Or should we take you on a quick tour?”. This was the moment of through. It wasn’t said out loud, but it felt like a commitment. Carla and I looked at each other, awkwardly assuming what the other one thought – and since we had nothing else we could bring up, we both nodded. “Sure. Let’s see what this is all about.” Tom got up and led the way, walking towards the black door with the curtain in front of it. I was extremely excited and scared at the same time, my heart was pounding in my neck. While walking, Anna leaned in to me and Carla and whispered “you’ll love it. we’re gonna have soo much fun!”. I looked at her, and she winked at me, so I tried to smile back. In my head, the thought materialized that in a matter of minutes, I might be in a situation where I was doing whatever with her. She was very sexy, I admitted to myself. If this was only my fantasy I would have been all over it, but this was real and I was very unfamiliar with this feeling and was unsure of what I was supposed to do. But I decided to just let things happen, there was no real way out anymore. Weirdly enough, it was the thought that Carla was also in a similar situation, and that she was about to bang Annas husband, that got to me. When I imagined my friend getting naked with this athletic man and giving herself up to him, I suddenly got horny.
We went through the door, into a narrow hallway, that only had another sturdy door at the other end. When Tom reached it and opened it, my senses were overwhelmed. A bright red light came through the opening gap, but also sound. People talking, laughing … and something else. There were clearly people moaning loudly, pretty close to us. We stepped into the broader hall of the backrooms. It was all red, and there were multiple closed doors on both sides, as well as one door that was ajar, straight ahead of us. “Those on the side are the private rooms. Well usually they’re private, tonight and on all party nights they’re open for everyone. And over there is the common room. It’s … always exciting in there. Let’s see?” – “Sure…” that’s all we managed to say. We were completely in his hands. He opened the door – I heard louder talking and moaning, now knowing where it had come from – and we entered.
It was a large room, dimly lit, and the first thing that hit me was the smell. It smelled overly perfumy, but with a really musty note below that. The smell of sex. Bracing myself, I looked up. For a second, I was kind of disappointed, it looked like a normal, but cozier bar. There were about ten people in there, scattered around the room on tables, bar stools, but also couches and fluffy furniture. In the back corner, I saw a big, red bed, which was unoccupied, and there was a small bar with a bell to call a bartender next to it. Seemed very boring, but on second glance, my heart sank. Some of the women were topless. Most people were at least making out, especially one couple that was pressed towards the wall, they were getting .. very intimate. Four people, I assumed it was two couples, sat on the long couch to the left of us and were clearly being busy, one guy had his dick out and I’m pretty sure one of the many hands involved was touching it. It was for sure getting serious.
“Shall we sit down? There’s a table free over there” Tom led the way, and we had no choice but to follow. It was a tiny round table with four seats around it, so we basically all sat right next to each other. I was between Tom and his Wife, who sat next to Carla. So somehow without me noticing it, they managed to basically separate the couples. They were so smooth, it almost felt like they did every single thing on purpose to get us into a position to engage in a swap. Now everything went really fast – Tom turned towards Carla and flirted with her, while his wife started asking me questions and quickly getting into more and more spicy topics such as what I like in bed and if I enjoy eating women out. From the corner of my eye I saw Tom touch my friends arm and hand a lot and soon he had his arm around her waist, pulling her closer while talking to her. “So, honey, is there anything you like about me?” I was surprised by the quick turn in our conversation, but she looked at me really intently so I had to find an answer.
“I … I do really like your legs, your thighs.” – “Oh thank you! I quite like them too. So much so in fact, that I’d love you to feel them. Be my guest.” She had parted her legs so that I could almost see her crotch, and turned towards me, offering her juicy thighs. My mouth felt dry, I couldn’t quite grasp that I was supposed to feel up this married woman’s naked legs, in front of her husband and my best friend – but she didn’t tolerate my hesitation. She grabbed my hand and softly put it down on top of her left leg. Her skin felt very warm and soft. I ran my thumb up and down to feel her thigh, and really grabbed it. She made a little sound that really turned me on, and from that moment on I wanted nothing more than to explore her body, but I didn’t dare to move my fingertips further up than an inch under the seam of her skirt. She put her legs back together so that my hand was squished between her thighs, and I caressed her inner thighs with my fingertips, while we continued talking for a bit. She also put a hand on my leg, a bit above my knee. I noticed that slowly but surely, she moved it up my thigh until her thumb was in range to touch my thickening dick, which I coincidentally placed on that side. She also caressed my leg, and whenever her thumb moved up it was less than an inch away from my tip. I got both nervous, but also super aroused by that possibility. I got rock hard, which meant my dick got even closer to her finger. She must have been able to feel my pants bulge by now.
I looked over for a second and saw my friend and Tom really closely together, his hand vanished behind her back. He told a joke, they both laughed and scooted closely together, clearly enjoying themselves – then he grabbed her neck softly, leaned in and kissed her. She didn’t seem too sure at first, but I quickly noticed that she was into it, and she put her hand on his chest. I looked away because I felt like I was intruding on a vulnerable moment for her, and turned towards Anna. She was also looking over and smiling, and tightened her grip on my thigh. Her thumb was now basically touching the underside of my tip, and with her next movement she ran it right over it and completely felt around my rock hard cock that was contained in my jeans. “They seem to love it, and I think they’re not the only ones here.” She said it in a very sultry tone, quietly so that nobody else was able to hear it. She then slowly moved her whole hand to cup the full length of my shaft. There was no denying, she knew that I was ready to go. I didn’t need to react, she didn’t need to say a word, and she knew it. She slightly parted her legs so that my hand was free to move again, and without thinking, I seized the chance.
I slid my fingers slowly upwards, along her thick thighs, until they met resistance. She wore really smooth, probably lacy panties. I started to explore them and caress her pussy through the cloth, when I noticed a seam in the middle of them, and then felt my fingers push through, into a warm stickiness. I almost jumped and pulled my fingers back in shock, but then it hit me – she had done it on purpose, she was wearing crotchless panties. She was smirking even more now, which I understood as an invitation. With two fingers, I pushed forward again and parted her wet lips and explored her folds. Her pussy felt warm and inviting, and really soft. I felt the urge to lift her skirt and actually see it, but it had to wait. I felt way too awkward and scared to do anything openly with so many people, and especially my good friend around.
Any sign of being unsure was now gone, because her hand on my penis assured me that anything was fair game. She wanted it too, and I was now horny enough that I had nothing but sex on my mind. The only thing keeping me from it was the public setting and my friend being there and seeing me. I just couldn’t escalate things further here, I was too scared and nervous. Luckily, Anna saved me from this situation. She stood up, my fingertips sliding out of her opening. “I think now it’s time to seek a little privacy, and leave you two to it. Have a great time!” She grabbed my arm to get me to stand up as well, and turned around. “Oh one more thing Carla, he really likes to be seen, so don’t be surprised if he doesn’t want to go to a private room. But follow your own boundaries, if it goes too far don’t hesitate and ask him to go somewhere more secluded.” – “Got it!” Then she pulled me by my hand, and we left. Before the door shut behind us, I took one last look back just to see Carla make out with Tom and his hands were pulling down her tube top, and revealed her black, lacy bra that she was wearing under it. Then the door was closed, and we were alone in the hallway.
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This story has 3 parts. I will post all of them in the next few days.
Part 2: “An orgy with my friend in the room” will be posted soon.
Part 3: “Forced to fuck my best friend” – the finale.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/uqco83/swinger_club_visit_with_a_friend_part_1_acting_as
I wish I could go a swingers club I’m single though lol
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