Our first night at a first swingers club

Our First Night at a Swingers Club

It all started the way many of our adventures did—half out of curiosity, half out of lust. We’d long made adult magazines part of our foreplay routine. Not just for the pictures, but the stories—raw, confessional, erotic. We’d read them aloud to each other, sometimes with hands already wandering. But one month, in the back pages among the ads for toys and photo developers, something new caught our eye.

A swingers event.

Kidderminster.

Couples only.

No single men.

A discreet phone number.

We stared at it longer than we admitted.

We’d never been to anything like that. Back then, clubs like these were still whispers in the dark. This might’ve been one of the first. The kind of thing you didn’t talk about in daylight—but couldn’t stop thinking about at night.

We debated it over wine, between kisses, under the sheets. Should we go? What would it be like? Kath reminded me—smiling—that this would easily earn her two charms on her bracelet. That sealed it. We called the number.

A warm, confident woman named Marilyn answered. She walked us through everything: dress to impress, but wear layers you might want to peel off. No pressure. No expectations. Set your own limits. “No full sex,” she added—though it didn’t sound like much else was off the table.

There’d be a casual welcome, then dinner (ham salad or lasagna), then the real fun began. We mailed our cheque and waited. A few days later, our tickets and the address arrived.

Murdo’s Nightclub. Kidderminster.

An hour’s drive—but a world away.

Kath’s take:

“I was nervous. Paul was clearly turned on, but I wasn’t sure. Still, I agreed—with one rule: if I wanted to leave, we’d leave. No discussion. It was a hot summer night. I wore new white lace lingerie—bra, panties, matching suspender belt, sheer nude stockings. It made me feel sexy… in control. I needed that.”

My take:

“I couldn’t stop thinking about what might happen. I’d never seen Kath look more stunning—or more powerful. She was in charge. I was just along for the ride, hoping.”

We booked an overnight sitter and got ready. Kath came downstairs, and my breath caught in my throat. She wore a white fitted dress that buttoned all the way up, teasing every curve. The heels, the perfume, the lace underneath—she was sex incarnate. I could hardly keep my hands off her.

With the Kidderminster map on my lap (this was pre-sat-nav), we drove into the night, tension thick in the air. We parked discreetly nearby and watched other couples do the same. When we finally stepped out of the car, it felt like we were crossing a threshold into something we couldn’t undo.

Inside, Murdo’s looked like a wine bar on the surface—but we could feel the heat bubbling underneath. We were ushered upstairs for food and mingling. The room buzzed with quiet flirtation. Everyone looked… normal. Until you noticed the subtle signs: the way couples touched, the way eyes lingered a little too long.

After dinner, the shift came.

People began drifting downstairs, into the cellar. The music throbbed low and steady, the lighting seductive. Mirrors, shadows, beats that hit you in the chest. The DJ’s voice rang out over the mic:

“On the hour, if you’re on the dance floor—you’re open to touch. Or be touched. You know the rules.”

He cued up what everyone called The Erection Section—five slow, sultry songs. The tempo dropped. The lights dimmed. The room began to pulse.

We stayed on the edge, watching. Bodies began to move differently now—closer, more deliberate. Stockings appeared. Breasts spilled from tops. Moans became the background track.

We spotted a couple we’d chatted with upstairs. Now they were grinding together, her dress riding high, his hands on her bare cheeks. Then a second man joined them. A third woman. Tongues tangled. Fingers slid between thighs. G-strings were pushed aside. One man slipped a hand under her panties and began stroking her, slow and deep. She gasped, shuddered, and came—right there, just feet from us, trembling through orgasm as if the world around her had vanished.

Kath and I stood frozen, breathless.

“I just watched her cum,” she whispered.

And my cock was already rock hard, straining in my jeans.

The woman turned to us, flushed and grinning. “Sorry,” she laughed, fixing her panties. “Got a little carried away. Maybe you’ll join in next time?”

As the music picked up again, the dance floor cleared—sweaty, aroused, giddy. But the vibe had shifted. Boundaries were blurred. The air thick with sex and scent—aftershave, perfume, sweat, lust.

We wandered, watched more. Intimate scenes everywhere—tongues on nipples, lips on cocks, hands everywhere. It was like being dropped into a live porno, but no cameras, no script. Just raw, real hunger.

Eventually, we joined the floor. I began unbuttoning Kath’s dress as we moved—one button at a time. She let me. Lace peeked through. Her stocking tops flashed. Her nipples hardened beneath the sheer fabric of her bra

By the end of the song, her dress hung open completely, exposing the full elegance of her lingerie. Her eyes met mine—nervous, yes, but lit with something deliciously daring. Just then, the DJ’s voice returned, announcing it was time again—the start of that part of the night. Kath shook her head with a breathy “Not yet,” and we stepped off to the edge of the dance floor, still only observers.

She stood in front of me, both of us facing the action, and I gently held her dress open at the sides, revealing the lace and satin she wore beneath. The floor was filling up again—bodies barely dancing, more swaying and groping, heat rising with every beat. I slid us slightly closer, just onto the edge of the floor, and let my hand trail down to her panties. As I leaned in to kiss and softly bite her ear, my fingers found her heat through the delicate lace—her pussy already slick and warm.

I slipped my hand inside, stroking her folds, teasing her clit while her eyes remained fixed on the live sex show in front of us. A woman had dropped to her knees, sucking a man’s cock with slow, hungry rhythm. He was clearly enjoying the attention—but his eyes were on Kath.

I lowered her panties slightly, exposing the intimate dance of my fingers between her legs, letting him see what I was doing to her.

That was the moment Kath turned to me—eyes wild, lips parted—and kissed me hard. Then Kath’s grip tightened around my shoulders and she physically flinched

We were kissing and Kath whispered in my ear he’s touching my arse, I was still rubbing her pussy and playing with her clit , as I continued to feel her wet pussy lips my finger bumped into his hand as he started to slide a couple of fingers into Kath’s cunt

We were kissing and Kath whispered in my ear he’s touching my arse, I was still rubbing her pussy and playing with her clit , as I continued to feel her wet pussy lips my finger bumped into his hand as he started to slide a couple of fingers into Kath’s cunt

Kath’s view.

It’s hard to put into words how I felt, before I agreed to go to the club, I did have reservations! I was a Married mum with a toddler and a job, I like to think that I was attractive, but not specially. My figure was ok, breasts at 38 DD and size 12ish and I have always taken care of myself, hair, make up, and nails.

Going to this event was something else. I had the afternoon to prepare,  but soon we were in Kidderminster and I was dressed to empress.

The food was simple but good. The chatter with other people was strange. We were all their for the same thing. I had a tingle or was it a thrill ? in my body as we went down stairs, did not know what to expect, but it was ok. Then the DJ announced the on the hour session.. it was wild. From where we were sitting a live sexy show happened before our eyes. I noticed a guy from upstairs, who we had chatted to him and his wife, he was lifting her skirt over her bottom, I salt watching him expose her to us, he knew we were looking and I suppose she did as well.

I wanted to look away, but I was hooked, horny as hell watching this girls g-string moved away and seeing her wet pussy fingered literally and she started to cum.A few feet away from us,

Then she was sucking his cock! Her lips tight and pulling the skin away from his cock head, wet and sticky and he was looking at me!  I was so horny it was scary.

I could feel my hard nipples and how wet I had become. Paul was hard I could see his cock pushing his trousers. But soon the light started to become brighter and the music changed.

We had lost our seats but as we walked around we saw all sorts of sex acts in the shadows, . I made my excuses and headed for the ladies, lots of makeup and lipstick being fixed, and Girlie giggles. As I sat to pee I I could see my wet panties and I was tempted to taking them off, but didn’t feel that brave..

A tune came on that always had me dragging Paul onto the dance floor, which wasn’t as busy as before, so we dance to a few tracks, , then it was the DJ saying it was that time again. I had a panic as I told Paul, I wasn’t ready to be on the dance floor, but he suggested that we could stand on the edge. He was behind me and he was slowly unbuttoning by dress, first the top then the bottom buttons , he was nibbling my neck and ear, that gets me horny!!! Before I knew it my dress was open, and Paul had his fingers stroking my pussy lips, and teasing my clit. I was getting so hot, sex hot! Paul turned me round so my back was to the. Dance floor and my dress was lifted, my bottom on display Paul had also lowered my panties down so he could get to finger me , then I felt another hand.. I jumped and said to Paul some one his touching me, I felt my whole body jolt Paul was kissing me and biting my lip as well as king me. To relax?. Then the fingers were with Paul’s touching me feeling my wetness and then another hand was on my breast pulling my bra down, I hadn’t opened my eyes since that kiss, but I knew it was a woman. And then a finger … no two fingers were inside me Paul was flicking my clit and I was being fingered hard from the rear two hands on my cunt. And a mouth on my nipple. I was holding a woman’s head against my breast Paul was feeling her arse and I. Was being fingered hard fucked by some one ?..  my panties had fallen to the floor and this allowed me to open my legs wider to allow him more access. I started to cum and cum and cum.Paul told me afterwards that I was bucking and moaning.. I need fucking.. but we weren’t reading for that…. Yet

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