Our First Club Visit

These are our thoughts after our first night in a swingers club, if you are thinking about visiting a club for the first time we hope this may help you.

We have been swinging for many years now, although on chatting recently with other couples we realize that maybe we are unusual. The reason I say this is that we swing with couples and singles that we have known for some time as friends, and then one day it just happens. Other couples seem to keep their swinging and their friendships apart, or at least let the swinging prove to be the introduction to new friends. Apart from two meetings with another couple well over a year ago, we had no experience in ‘cold start’ swinging. That all changed last weekend when we spent a pleasant evening with two other couples, although that is not the subject of this letter, it was that evening and the conversations we had that persuaded us to try a swinging club.

We decided that the club to choose was X-Tasia in West Bromwich, it was recommended to us as one of the better clubs around. We spent some time on their site www.club-xtasia.co.uk before plucking up the courage to telephone and start the membership procedure. Chatting on the net with other swingers we were advised to go on a Saturday night, the couples only night, as on Friday there would be too many singles allowed in. Our problem was we only had the one free evening, and it was a Friday. We decided that, as it was a natural break for a journey we were planning, we would risk the Friday. We booked a room in the excellent Howard Johnson hotel, only two doors away and traveled across on the Friday evening. We were both nervous on the journey across, not sure of what to expect, and mindful of the warnings that Friday can be full of singles. I had visions of walking in to a room full of dirty old men (although maybe I am one), and us being the only couple there. Chris was on the point of saying no, but having booked the hotel, and gone to the trouble of sorting out the required identification for club membership, we agreed to try it.

It is only a short walk from the hotel, but we were convinced everyone was watching us, and knew what we were up to. As we turned down the alley to the entrance we had already decided to walk straight out if we were not happy, (paranoid thoughts go through our heads at this stage). What a pleasant surprise, we were greeted at the door, and taken to one side to go through the joining procedure. Chris must have been put at ease because she was more than happy to wait in the club while I dashed back to swap proof of identification for bottles of wine. On entering the club we were treated to a comprehensive guided tour of the three floors, and an explanation of what happened where. There was also a list of rules for behaviour in various areas, however they were mainly aimed at no go areas for single guys without invites. So as a couple, as long as you realised that some areas were open invitation for groping, there really wasn’t much to worry about. Rather than describe the club now, I will describe our night as we discovered the club for ourselves.

The club is open from 9pm to 3am, and by the time we had arrived it was just before 10pm. We headed straight for the bar and stood there for a while drinking red wine and people watching, one of Chris’s favourite pastimes. We were both surprised at the cross section of people that were there, both across the age and size range, that made us feel better as we are both beginning to fight the higher numbers in age and clothes sizes. Unlike pictures we had seen of other swinging clubs (towels etc.), this could have been any night-club or disco throughout the land, in fact the level of clothing at this time was probably more conservative than many modern night-clubs. From the bar you look out over the dance floor, this was not busy at all, however they have a curtain that periodically lowers to conceal the dance floor from onlookers. On lowering, couples made for the darkened area and stayed there for 15 minutes or so until it raised again. After another wine and a brief chat with a couple at the bar we decided to venture into new parts of the club.

Firstly downstairs to what was described as The Dungeon, a fetish area. There is seating around the edge of the room, and several interesting toys up the middle. These include a groping box, a ceiling suspended love swing, a couple of stocks, a small vaulting horse, handcuffs on chains from the ceiling and finally a high bed with plenty of tying points. We sat here for a while, chatting about the evening, we were both very happy with the atmosphere in the club and had no intention of leaving. A little foreplay in here attracted a couple of single guys, but they sat opposite us and we both seemed to enjoy it. Two other couples were also in this area and they also seemed to enjoy being watched. A couple of single guys came over and chatted for a while, they had a brief feel of my wife’s stocking tops, then she pulled down her Basque and had the same treatment for her nipples. We made it clear that we were still discovering the club, and said we may meet up later. At the far end of the Dungeon there was a dark area cordoned off for fun, but we decided for the time being to head upstairs to the bar and dance floor again.

In the time we had been away things had changed, and perhaps now the standard of dress would not have been acceptable in a normal night-club. However it was more than acceptable to us, there were some very revealing outfits, and many suspenders and stockings on show, this spurred us on to explore upstairs.

The upstairs lounge is furnished with settees that are positioned to create alcoves, on a singles night some of these alcoves have different rules, so depending on where you sit you get a different level of attention from singles. As we walked into the room it was obvious, even in the subdued lighting, that a fair bit of action was going on. In fact the views of sets of buttocks pumping between stocking clad thighs made us realize that this was the room for action. At the end of the room there are two further areas, the first called the Wendy House, a couples only area with some clever vertical blinds. This room caters well for both voyeurs and exhibitionists, depending of course on which side of the blinds you are. There were quite a few single guys congregating here, but even so there was no attempt to feel or touch as we walked past. The explanation for the large gathering was the second area, a curtained off area known as the Dark Room or as our host had called it on her initial guided tour, The Naughty Girls Area. Any girls entering this area were giving an invitation to all the guys outside to come inside with her, an interesting thought for future visits.

We stayed upstairs for a while, before returning to the bar again, thirsty work obviously. Here we met a local couple and got chatting to them, they had bought a friend, John, along for his first ever night. We got chatting, and he like us, was amazed by what he had seen whilst walking around, after a while he asked my wife for a dance, they disappeared for a couple of dances. On returning we all carried on chatting, and I was feeling really horny by now, my hands were all over Chris. Her dress, a front fastening one was fairly well open, showing off the black Basque matching knickers and stockings we had chosen. John didn’t need too much encouragement before his hands were inside the knickers, and likewise my wife was pleased to find his cock growing within his trousers.

It didn’t take much longer before we decided to head upstairs to find a settee, the first alcove we came to only had three people in it, they were so engrossed in their fun they hardly noticed us in the alcove with them. My wife’s dress was now fully unbuttoned, her knickers were swiftly removed and stuffed into my pocket, where they were to remain for the rest of the night. What followed was just randy sex, John positioned himself between her legs and pumped away her legs came right up and hooked round him. I released her tits from the top of the Basque and sucked on her nipples, this turned her on even more, and combined with the knowledge that she was being watched she was soon moaning well. I looked up and there was a group of guys just stood watching us, behind them a blonde was sat on top of a guys cock happily bouncing away, and to her side another couple and two girls together. Because of the lighting it is difficult to make out much more, however the whole room was moving in the darkness.

After we finished we moved down, via the bar, into the dungeon. The high bed was now in use, a blonde girl was first ordered to crawl round it on her knees, then told to climb up where she was then tied to it. After watching for a while we decided that spanking and whipping was probably not our scene, in fact Christine wanted to go over and kiss the girl better, not sure of the etiquette involved we decided to do nothing. Later on that night, a single guy who we had met in the room earlier turned up again, he said he liked being whipped or slapped and would Chris slap him. Well, that’s something else that we now know doesn’t really do it for us, still he seemed to enjoy it.

Chris was now happy to walk round with her dress wide open, that ensured that I was always turned on, and like that we made our way back to the bar. We met up with John again, and standing at the bar started to get really turned on. Chris turned to face me and lent forward to suck me, at the same time John entered her from behind. None of us could believe what we were doing at a bar with other people sat watching, the turn on was incredible. It wasn’t long before Chris grabbed John and pulled him down onto the carpet beside a fruit machine. Up came her legs again, and he started thrusting away like a madman. This was Chris’s big mistake of the night, and one she won’t make again; the carpet burns are giving her hell now.

Chris and John finished and joined us again at the bar, we socialized some more before finally moving upstairs to one of the alcove areas. Here Chris was fucked for the 3^rd and last time, the views round us, although very dark were incredible. We stayed upstairs for a short while, and were amazed to find it was now 3am and the club was closing. As the lights came up we made sure we were decent ready for our trip back to the hotel, exchanging e mails and phone numbers ensured that on our next visit we may well not need the hotel. We were just about the last to leave after a thoroughly enjoyable evening.

Back in the Hotel bar at 3.30am (still serving) it seemed that further fun could be on offer, but that’s another story.

Collecting our thoughts now, we both agree that we want to return again, we were very pleasantly surprised by the atmosphere in the club, and would highly recommend it to any swingers who like us are nervous about things new.

Unless you hate the thought of an extra guy joining you don’t be put off by Friday evenings, the single guys were all well behaved. Don’t forget to contact the club first (or you won’t get in), and don’t forget to bring your own alcohol if you want a drink.

Next visit (not too long), we will be more adventurous, certainly the groping box and Wendy house, and probably the naughty girls room.

With apologies to hardened swingers who may consider us naïve or tame, however this is hoped to help people in the situation we were in.

Ian & Christine coupleforfun@handbag.com