That chemistry that can be so difficult to find between two people is even harder with twenty. No matter how hot the scene, you do all need to be in the same mood for it to work. My favourite anecdote involving a swingers club I was with a boy and we arrived with another couple. She was small and blonde and had a beautiful accent.
He was tall, dark and muscled in the way that I believe many girls find quite attractive. They took us to their favourite club. The club itself was spectacular. From the outside it was a warehouse with a door, but on the inside it was a network of rooms and corridors that you could easily get lost in.
Two-way mirrors let you watch people fucking in a den full of cushions. In a dungeon room with stocks and wall-brackets, a generous stranger helped my boy rope my hands to the wall and give me a beating that made me cry. Later, in a quieter area, the boy asked me to tell him what I liked, and what I wanted to do.
He sat facing me, with two fingers in my cunt and one hand holding the back of my neck, and looked right into my eyes as I told him stories about the people in the club. Which ones I wanted to fuck. Which ones I wanted to watch. How I wanted him to fuck me while we watched them. I have never fucked anyone new at a swingers club — I like to fuck, and I like to be touched, but in a club I like to watch what other people are doing. I love to see people doing something filthy, and getting off on the crowd enjoying the live show.
At this particular club, there was a woman with a penchant for exhibitionism being fucked by three guys in a sex swing. She was about forty — slim, petite, with dark blonde hair that clung to her face and neck with sweat. Lying on her back in the swing she had one guy — much older — with his cock forced deep into her throat. Another guy, tall and young and muscled, was in her cunt and fucking her vigorously. A bystander had one hand on her stomach and one hand on his cock, watching her choke and moan as the other two fucked her dry.
We stood, the four of us, and watched in awe as the woman was pushed back and forth, jiggling and twitching with each stroke. The guy at the bottom had his hands gripped round her upper thighs, to better pull her down right to the base of his cock. My boy was touching me. Softly squeezing my ass, and rubbing the back of his hand on the crotch of my knickers to feel how damp I was getting. As things started heating up the scene gathered a crowd — more people from the club were wandering past and had to stop, mesmerised by the passion and force of the guys, and the obvious joy of the woman in the swing.
When there were about ten of us watching, as the guy at the bottom sped up and started slamming his cock harder with the desperation that told us he was going to come, she shifted position.
She pulled the cock out of her mouth, sat up slightly, still jiggling and wincing as the second guy continued to pull her, with quick, hard strokes, down onto his cock. She put her hand on the third guy. He was rubbing himself more vigorously now, gearing up to splash come all over her stomach as she lay there getting fucked.