it was my first swinger sex stories experience. I Was Alone When I Went To A Sex Club  it was a swinger sex club I never would have imagined that I could accomplish something like this on my own. not to mention have the self-assurance to follow through on it.

Despite my fears and misconceptions, I went ahead and did it, and I’m glad to say that things got very insane. I felt it was worth sharing with others, if only to give you an idea of what it’s like for a lone man at one of these places.

Let me begin by noting that until a few months ago, I had no idea that a single man could attend certain sex clubs or parties. However, after learning about these establishments and their many policies, I decided to search Google to see if any clubs existed in my area.

 

When I started looking, I saw that some of them were exclusively for couples, some were for a mix of couples and single women, and one, in the town across from me, about 40 minutes away, allowed single men to join in occasionally as long as they abided by the rules. If there’s one thing I am good at, it’s following rules.

I toyed with the concept for a few weeks, and then I looked at their website, where I discovered that while they did not admit lone men on certain nights, they did on Fridays and special event nights (for whatever reason, I’m not sure why), though you could be turned away if you don’t fit their requirements.

Fearlessness To Proceed

It was nerve-racking because, although I truly wanted to do it, my worries and doubts were stopping me.

I would frequently visit their website, and one day, as I browsed through their events section, I noticed a new party called “hotwife night.” Couples, single women, and a select few men were welcome to attend, but before I could, they insisted on taking my picture and having a conversation with me (which is against their policy for events of this kind involving solo men).

Some people would find this terrible, but there were instances on the page where this wasn’t the case. I chose this particular instance because it seemed like my anxieties of being turned away at the door would be allayed once they saw me and said I could go.

The photo portion was simple; all I had to do was send them my most recent profile picture. I also had to respond to a few questions and receive information about club etiquette and dress code. They had a lot of regulations that I had to abide by, which at first seemed daunting, but I soon learned that they were just common sense guidelines, and nothing was difficult to remember to do. I knew I had to show up there as soon as I was approved by the club’s team after submitting everything and waiting for a full day.

It should be noted that my intention when I went was not to sleep with anyone; rather, I was just curious to meet new people, socialise, and become a fly on the wall to observe what an insider looked like.

I saw it as a soggy, sleazy, and dark club, and I had two ideas about it:

First of all, it would be folks I couldn’t stand and were extremely attractive. or two, there would be a ton of spooky folks.

Additionally, after going through a number of these membership experiences, I came to the realisation that I would love to live this lifestyle and interact with others in the hopes that one day I would meet someone and we could play together.

They appeared genuinely delighted for me to come along and were incredibly inviting. I even asked them if my clothing (my nicest suit without the blazer) was good, and they said it was wonderful. I passed the checks, answered all the questions, and asked a couple of my own. Despite not knowing what to anticipate or what was going to happen, I was giddy with excitement.

Passing Through The Sex Club’s Door

I should probably note that I’m very outgoing, but when I pulled into the sex club and my heart started beating, I actually did come dangerously close to turning back five times.

It reminded me like leaping into a freezing pool without putting your hands in. I was utterly uncomfortable and my stomach was turning, but knowing that I had passed the checks and that I was going to go through something new propelled me along, and before I realised it, I was getting close to the thick black doors.

As soon as I presented my ID and my phone with my email ticket displayed, security let me in and didn’t even blink as I cautiously made my way past the doors and into the dimly lighted hallway. When I walked up to a booth occupied by a stunning blonde, she greeted me, inquired as to whether this was my first visit, and graciously offered to give me a tour of the establishment.

It was thrilling, but I felt like a deer in headlights, not knowing where to look or where I was headed.

Being Displayed in the Sex Club

She took me under her wing and gave me instructions on how to use each room as well as where everything was located.

There were already people there, some in full party mode, some joyfully nude, and some just conversing among themselves. I tried not to gaze at the girl who was lying on a red inflatable lounger, her pussy being eaten by two separate guys who were suckling her with such hardness.

The guide saw my surprise and grinned. She led me into a pitch-black room where we could hear loud moans and saw people having fun somewhere in the shadows, but we couldn’t see anything. She also showed me the pool area and jacuzzi where couples were having fun in the water and some were even having sex on the amazingly lifelike rocks next to it.

She made introductions for me; one of the women she met was decked out in mesh underwear, so nothing much to speculate about, and she laughed at my reddening cheeks.

It was really turning me on, and even though it was overwhelming, I couldn’t wait to explore more as the night went on. She then led me toward some mirrors and showed me that it was one-sided and that you could watch kinky couples going at it from behind the glass.

She showed me “play” signs and went over the rules with me. The most important one, she said, is to put the “play” sign up if you want people to join you and down if you don’t want anyone else to. She also warned me that breaking this rule would result in an instant suspension.

Then there were the kink rooms with large velvet curtains and several glory holes at various levels so you could fuck without seeing the person you’re fucking. The dancing floor, the bar, and the changing area.

It was a large space; she saw the expression on my face, pointed me toward the bar, and invited me to come find her if I needed assistance with anything. I gave her my thanks, inhaled deeply, and went inside.

Fortunately, a woman approached me as soon as I arrived at the bar.

Upon arriving, I inhaled deeply, placed my drink order, and quickly downed it—ordering another before the first could even get to the back of my throat.

A woman came up to me as I was standing there. Her nipples were firm and visible through the thin material of her tight black dress. She asked whether this was my first visit, and when I replied, she smiled. Despite her amazing body and breathtakingly gorgeous features, she somehow made me feel comfortable.

When she asked me what I wanted to get out of my time here, I told her that all I wanted was to meet new people, experience something new, and put myself out there since I was curious about the hot-wife lifestyle. She listened to me, nodded, and answered my questions about the event. She also kind of came upon me, asking to meet in one of the kink rooms later if I was still up for it.

She introduced me to a few individuals as we made our way to a different dining area, giving me a seductive cheek kiss, and then escorting off with a woman with dark hair. I was starting to feel really calm when a couple started talking to me, and we really hit it off. Suddenly, I was excited.

Examining the Environment Alone

I strolled about and pretended not to be too creepy because I was just interested in seeing what folks were up to. individuals were using rooms, groans and the sounds of sex were more audible, and an increasing number of individuals were undressing and examining each other’s bodies. People were even more intimate than they had been during my first tour around.

It took me some time to get out of my own brain, but eventually I was able to connect with others and really absorb everything.

Feeling the experience of seeing an orgasm

I noticed some extremely attractive ladies in the center of orgies, where it seemed like anything went. This is the kind of behaviour I’d seen in porn, but I had no idea it was taking place so close to my house.

They put a “play” sign up, so anyone could join in, but I wasn’t ready for something so serious just yet, so I just stood there and observed. I saw them writhing and moaning amongst themselves, cocks popping into whatever available space and orgasms oozing out of every one of them.

Then I saw two couples side by side on a giant bed, obviously trading with each other. I couldn’t help but stare at them; they seemed to be having a great time, buried in pure joy. I observed how free everyone seemed to be, enjoying their lives as they pleased in a secure and friendly environment, free from the confines of contemporary society.

I Reconnected With The Women I Met At The Bar

She approached me with an ethereal smile on her face, flushed cheeks, and still wearing her tight black dress. She asked if I would like to join her in the hot tub before she went to one of the kink rooms, so I said yes. We started talking about life and then she asked me more about how I was having fun, to which I didn’t really have an answer. I was only wearing my underwear when we entered the hot tube, and I couldn’t help but notice her enticing breasts. She was topless. She informed me about her first experience at the club, describing in great detail how she was tied up and fucked by strangers, had several orgasms, and nearly passed out from squirting so hard. She could see I was apprehensive. Along with her tiny breasts gazing at me in the water, with her nipples firm and her breasts soapy from the jacuzzi water, it was hard as I listened to her story.

She started to get closer to me and started massaging my erect cock in the water as our relationship grew increasingly flirtatious. She pulled away a few moments later and motioned toward a sign that stated that all clubgoers had to follow the laws of not fucking the pool or jacuzzi. I was captivated by her and we started making out.

She guided me to a secluded room beside the pool, with a velvet curtain separating us, while holding my hand while I remained partially nude. We started making out after she got on top of me. I caressed her tiny breasts, and she gripped my cock before gently creeping down my body and falling on me. She must have left the “play” sign up because I saw a pair watching us through the curtain gap. I smiled at them and they came in.

The couple watched me make out, touch each other, and experience a blowout. Before long, she was back on top of me, allowing me to enter her by tugging her damp underwear to one side. The couple was lying at the foot of the bed now, her moaning turning me on as she fucked and squeezed my cock. She was receiving orals from him.

I had to keep halting her while she rode me like a cowgirl because I was so amazed by her and knew I would cum too soon. When she joined in with the couple, she let the husband taste her pussy before going down on his wife with him. She understood and told me to watch. As I lay there watching, my cock twitching, he ended up ragging her too. I lay there gasping as she returned to the pair and emerged from his mouth, squirting and drenching the bed beneath us, before coming back to me and fucking the cum from my hurting balls inside of herself.

It was all quite amazing. Even now, I’m still not over it.

She agreed to be my playmate and promised to teach me the ropes.

After that, I would always see her at events where single men were welcome. Every time we played together, we had fantastic sex and welcomed anyone to join in. I have had more encounters and sex with her than ever before, and in just a few short weeks, she has taught me so much. I am so grateful to her.

It’s okay for single guys to go to the sex club as long as they’re not creepy, stalkerish, or desperate; attempting to have rapid sex is a big red flag. This is something I learned from talking to more individuals there and from my numerous visits. It seems that many clubs can spot guys acting in this way from a distance, and when they do, they are either permanently banned or expelled. The best tip I could provide would be to adopt my thinking and not go into the situation expecting to have sex. My mentality is what made me more open and fun-loving.

Would I suggest it? Yes, without a doubt! to single men and women, to couples. Just remember to unwind and remember to be polite, respectful, and rule-abiding.