Diary of a Swinger

Jack has finally persuaded Scarlet to visit a swingers club and despite all her nerves and reservations the evening has been quite pleasant. It had been agreed beforehand that the only thing they would do on this first outing was observe what went on and soak up the atmosphere. We join them as the evening comes to a close…

We settle ourselves back downstairs and Jack asks if I am ready to leave, but I am happy to stay a little longer, I feel very relaxed and happy to watch any more action that might take place.

We dance and we flirt with each other and chat with other couples. We watch some more action and before we know it two hours has flown by. Several people have left and Jack and I decide that maybe we too should think about leaving.

The young guy, who was at the massage table earlier, walks past us, wearing only a towel. “Had a good evening?” he asks.

Adrian turns out to be extremely confident and very friendly and the three of us chat for a while. He points out the couple that he was with earlier in the evening. She is completely naked and is lying in the sex swing while her partner gently fucks her.

“She’s lovely,” says Adrian, “she’s got the most amazing tits.”

Not the sort of conversation I am generally used to, but hey?

“I’m going up to join them, do you want to come?”

We explain that we are about to leave so Adrian bids us farewell and makes his way up the stairs to the other couple. We watch for a while and within a few seconds Adrian has dropped his towel and the woman in the swing starts to suck his cock, while still being fucked by her partner.

“Do you want to go and watch for a few minutes before we go?” asks Jack.

“Sure.” I say.

Soon we are standing right by the swing. I can clearly see this woman is really enjoying the experience and the attention of two men. Jack asks her if he can touch her breasts. She nods and Jack and Adrian have a short conversation about how good they feel. Jack turns to me and asks if it would be alright if he kissed her breasts.

I whisper back in his ear, “No it wouldn’t!”

Soon things start to break up, Adrian begins to move off and the couple begin to untangle themselves from the swing.

I will really never be able to explain what happened next.

I’m not sure if it was the accumulation of a very sexy evening, the alcohol or watching a woman enjoying the experience of two men, but something inside my head just clicked and I turned to Jack and said, “That’s a shame, I fancied a three man massage.”

I think Jack’s jaw nearly hit the floor.

One thing, I can always guarantee is that Jack can make things happen. Within seconds he has called Adrian back and agreed with the other couple that we should all make our way back to the massage table. Jack decides to fill our glasses and I make my way with the other three up the steep steps.

I quickly peel off my dress and lie face down on the massage table. (You may well recall that when I left the hotel I had my Bridget Jones knickers on and you may also remember that I said that no way was I going to change into the slinky black pair I had slipped into my handbag. Well on my last trip to the bathroom I changed. Don’t ask me why, I just did, okay?)

The two men cover me with some scented oil and start to massage my back and my legs. God, it’s lovely. The feel of four strange hands running across my body is very exciting and the experience certainly doesn’t disappoint.

Jack finally arrives with our drinks and I think he is surprised to see me half naked on the table with two men. Jack soon joins in and suddenly six hands are finding their way over my silky body. The other woman moves from man to man and rubs her breasts across their backs.

Eventually someone says, “Time to turnover.”

I coyly refuse but I know that I won’t resist for long.

“Come on.”

I slowly turn over onto my back and now I feel two men massaging my breasts, my shoulders, my stomach. Jack’s fingers make their way to my knickers and he easily slips his fingers inside me. Seconds later I feel a euphoric wave surge through my body and somewhere in the distance I hear myself moan with pleasure.

As I try to catch my breath, “It’s Jack’s turn,” I cry.

I jump off the massage table and I am quickly replaced by a naked Jack who lies on his back expectantly. The woman and I (I’m sorry I don’t know her name) proceed to give Jack a sensual massage while the other two men touch our backs and our breasts and occasionally our pussies.

It’s not long before we both start playing with Jack’s erect cock. I gently massage his balls and the other woman takes Jack deep into her mouth. I look at Jack’s face and he is in ecstasy. Hey he’s finally having that threesome he has always wanted. (Well sort of).

I kiss Jack. It is deep. It is intense. It is nothing like either of us has ever experienced before. We have always enjoyed great sex, but we have just reached new heights and new exciting experiences. I can feel Adrian’s erect cock rubbing across my bottom as he leans behind me and fondles my nipples. The woman and I take turns in sucking Jack’s cock while Jack fingers us both at the same time.

This lasts for several minutes until finally Jack seems to have had enough and we all stand up and collect our clothes. It is definitely time to go.

We stay chatting to our three new friends until our taxi arrives. We politely bid our farewells and fall into the taxi. It’s long after 2 am.

As soon as we get to the hotel Jack and I rip each other’s clothes off and quickly make love before we both fall into a restless and erotic sleep.

Somewhere in the distance I hear alarm bells. I have no idea where I am. “Come on,” says Jack, “there’s a fire alarm going off.”

We both grab some clothes and stick our heads out into the corridor. Other heads are doing the same. “False alarm,” someone calls, “it’s always going off.”

We clamber back to bed with the alarm still wailing. I’m too tired to get out of bed again and decide that burning to death might be a better option.

We wake up at 6 am and we are both still as horny as hell. We make love once more and as I lay there at the brink of another orgasm I can’t help thinking that our journey has certainly begun.