I’d always had a very sexually active mind. I know for most guys it’s not a stretch to say sex was always on my mind, but even though I couldn’t be sure, I felt like I was a bit different. Sex was something ever-present. I wanted to experience it all. Nothing felt like it was off the table. I had had a pretty wild time as a young man and experienced a lot. Now, as a married man with a dog, house and kids, I thought maybe my overactive imagination should be slowing down, but that just wasn’t the case. 

Our sex life was good. It was okay. Kara and I had chemistry from the beginning but as things go, over time with kids and jobs and bills, it petered off a little bit. It happens. Despite it all, I always remained extremely turned on by her and could usually go a round or two at the drop of a hat. 

My biggest fear? That this was it. That the list of things I’d wanted to do and experience might not ever happen. 

I got the sense from our conversations that she might be worried about the same thing. We started to gently push the boundaries of the type of talk we were willing and courageous enough to have. It started easily enough; getting more comfortable asking for something in bed, a little more of this, a little harder there...nothing wild. We also liked to watch porn together. It was our version of scrolling through Netflix to see what there was to watch. We rarely ended up watching anything, but checking out all the options was fun. It became a bit of a “what do you think of that” kind of game...and we started to get really honest about what turned us on. 

We started to watch movies with threesomes and foursomes...and more. We could start to tell what the other would enjoy. It was a safe way of giving each other permission to say “you know what would be hot…” without actually having to say it. 

All of this had started to happen in just the past few months and it had really helped us open up to each other about our sexual desires. It still felt a little surreal, to be honest. We’d always had a good sex life, but I was convinced I was the only one that wanted to really spice things up and try new adventures. 

We’d started telling each other stories from our past and fantasies that, at least in theory, we wanted to explore. The conversations were hot and always led to amazing sex. I wasn’t sure if it was all talk, but at the very least it made for some wonderfully lust filled moments.

I remember the first time during sex I told her to imagine someone was fucking her as she went down on me, and was surprised at how hot it made her. That was amazing. I confessed how turned on I got at the idea of her being with another guy and she shared stories of wanting to be with a woman. We started to talk about swinging or finding another couple but it just didn’t seem to go anywhere. 

One day, and I’m not even 100% sure I remember how it came up, the idea of going to a swinger/sex club came up. Truthfully, I didn’t even know those were real. I was pretty sure they were illegal or something, but after a little “incognito” googling, I discovered that there were actually quite a few not that far from where we lived. There was one, an old converted mansion, that seemed slightly less scary than the rest. We tiptoed around going for a while, but when the offer came from the in-laws to watch the kids for the evening while we went out, we decided “why the fuck not”? I’m not sure that’s what they had in mind when they suggested we go out and blow off some steam. We decided to just check it out, and at the very least it would be a new experience. We decided to rent a hotel and use that as our home base for the night. 

With the kids dropped off, we packed up and drove a couple kilometers to the nice boutique hotel we’d always wanted to check out. We checked in and it felt really weird. Normally in a hotel we’re all over each other, but not this time. What was happening? Nerves maybe? It was a bit awkward but there was a nervous tension in the room...like we weren’t sure what was going to happen next. We slipped out for a light dinner and smoked a little pot to loosen up, and then got ready to head to Club Phoenix (what a name!). As we got ready to order the uber, the butterflies started to dance around in my stomach. What should we wear? Does it even matter? Do people wear clothes there? What if all the guys have massive cocks? What if I walk around with a crazy hard on all night? Etcetera. I wondered if this was a mistake, but I wasn’t going to be the one to bail. I’m sure many of the same thoughts were going through Kara’s mind too, and for every scared thought that went through my mind, there was a serious sense of excitement there too. 

Kara wore a really killer black dress and brought a bag with her with a sexy loose fitting piece of lingerie to wear while there. She looked really sexy and I was starting to enjoy the nerves. I thought to myself “I’m about to take my wife to a sex club! How awesome is she! How lucky am I?”. 

We had the uber drop us a block away from the club’s entrance...because, you know...you can’t tell them to drop you at the sex club. We got out of the car and looked around, scanning for people who might know us...or know where we were going. The mansion had a big heavy door around the side and as we sheepishly approached it, another “super vanilla” looking couple strode up from the other direction. We gave them a little “yup, just off to the sex club” nod (as if that’s a thing) and we all walked in making sure not to make eye contact. 

As soon as we walked in, it was a different world. We got there a little earlier than seemed to make sense, but the website suggested that first-timers do that so they can get a quick tour. We walked up to the front desk and a naked woman working the register greeted us with a smile. They weren’t fucking around. She didn’t even need to ask if we were there for the first time. We might as well have been wearing a sandwich board that said “new and scared”. 

We signed in and were ushered into the bar area to await our tour. I won’t bore you with the logistics, but the 50 something woman named Joni greeted us warmly and started to show us around. The place was pretty empty at 9pm with only a few people mulling about. I was surprised to see people walking around naked or wearing only towels, but not as shocked as I’d expected. The place took cleanliness and safety really seriously. I think part of me was expecting a “you can fuck here” and “here is how you hook up with other couples” type tour, but it was really about how to keep the place clean, how to insist on consent, some ground rules for being in the club and a quick tour of all the fun rooms. Most were just dark rooms with huge plastic couches and beds. Not the 70s put-a-cover-on-your-couch plastic, but a comfortable vinyl that was both hot and, well, clean. We had a few laughs with Joni as we walked around the mansion’s many floors, rooms and bars...and then we got our first taste. 

We heard her before we saw her. Moans of intense pleasure. Someone was getting fucked in the room we were about to enter. I instinctively went to go elsewhere, when Joni led us in. A woman, probably in her late 30s, was on all fours as an average looking guy was pounding the hell out of her. She was in heaven and we were mesmerized. We tried not to stare but I’d never seen people fucking like this in real life. Joni gave a ‘yup, that’s what happens here’ kind of shrug and we moved on. Kara and I looked at each other and just smiled. It was starting to feel real. 

The tour wound up and we were shown into the locker room and told to enjoy our time!  I’d always been comfortable being naked so I stripped down and threw a towel around my waist. Kara donned her lingerie and we headed back into the main bar...the one we first entered near the front door. As we strolled in, it had gotten busy. About 50 people were in there, all in various stages of undress. Some were dancing, most were chatting...and more than a few were uncomfortably standing around the edges not knowing what the fuck to do. I knew we’d join those ranks soon enough! We ordered drinks and, yup, hugged the edges and started to watch people. We hung out for a while and decided to explore. We just walked around. We watched people going down on each other, we watched naked people laughing and joking, and we watched people fuck, and surprisingly, we watched people cuddle and just kiss. It was like we were an imposter there. We felt invisible. In some ways it was good, but, at least for me, it started to feel like we were at home just watching porn. Kara and I made small talk, but to be honest, I wasn’t sure this was for us...but little did I know we just hadn’t yet hit our stride. 

At the bar we made some awkward small talk with a rather interesting couple. No names of course. She was curvy with short-cropped hair and was totally naked. I was drawn to her body. She was built how I liked - curvy and solid. I never cared much for the dainty tiny women. He had long hair, pulled back in a surprisingly non-douchey tail at the back and had some bad-ass tattoos. They reminded me of a bit of a viking couple. The four of us just made small talk...nothing really all that memorable...but it was an ice breaker. Before long we moved on but I turned to Kara and got the “yes, they were kinda hot” look. What to do with that? We had no idea. 

We snagged another drink and started to walk around. We entered into one of the main rooms, which had a few little couches around the edges, and one giant area, probably 20ft by 20ft which was the “main attraction” for fucking on. The lights were low and some 90s mellow hip hop was playing over the sound system. The mood was intense. Erotic. Mildly conry. It’s like leaving the bar area and entering this room was like going into a different dimension. Kara walked into the room in front of me and as we looked around to take it all in, I wrapped my arms around her and slid my hand down her lingerie and grabbed her breast. She tensed as I grabbed her. I was hard. I was ready to play but wasn’t sure how to start. As if sensing my uncertainty, Kara led me over to the far edge of the room, and backed herself up against the wall. I pinned her hard to the wall and we started to kiss, deeply. She grabbed my ass through the towel and pulled me in. My hands crept up from her hips and one grabbed her breast again, and the other made its way firmly around her throat. I pushed her head back and could taste her drink on her lips. We just kissed, listening to the people around us fuck and laugh and moan and talk. Everything else slipped away. With a remarkable amount of skill, she pulled my towel off, set it on the ground, dropped to her knees, and with her eyes locked on to mine, she took my granite cock into her mouth. Slowly she worked me. As if no one else was around - like we were all alone - she took me deep. I wrapped her hair around my hand and pressed into her deeply. She complied and pressed deeper. She took her eyes off me, focusing on the pleasure she was giving me, and I took the opportunity to look around. Most people were busy with their own fun, but a few were watching us, smiling and clearly getting turned on. I felt like a king, having my amazing wife suck on me in front of everyone, knowing they wished they were me. One woman played with herself as she watched us. One guy who was pounding his partner missionary style was watching us as we fucked. It was intense. 

I knew I wasn’t going to last long and like a sixth sense, she knew I was going to cum. I came in her mouth and she teased me as the sensation overwhelmed me. I left out a feral grunt and shuddered and she finished me off. 

I stood her up, kissed her again and then, seeing a small opening on the main bed, walked her to a spot on the edge, laid her back, parted her legs and from the edge of the bed, proceeded to go down on her ravenously. I was craving her. I couldn’t help myself. She grabbed my hair and pulled me in. My tongue worked her clit and I slid two fingers slowly into her. Kara moaned uncontrollably which only served to make me harder and want her more. I slowed down to let her enjoy my tongue. I listened to her moan as I tongued her. I was in absolute heaven. 

I couldn’t take it anymore and I wanted to fuck. As she pulled me into her even deeper, I knew she was going to cum. Just then, another couple clumsily fell onto the bed next to us, close. Really close. There was a giggle and a little “oh, sorry!!” from our new neighbours and we simply ignored them. I was worried the attention would disrupt our flow but Kara opened her legs wider, and with two hands pulled me into harder than I’d ever felt. My tongue was inside her. As I hit one of her favourite spots, she took one hand away but the other stayed firmly wrapped in my hair. She bucked and screamed and she came harder than I’d felt in a very long time. 

I grabbed her ankles and as I went to move to slide my cock into her, I saw the hottest thing I’d ever seen...so far. The couple next to us was the “viking” couple. She was on her back, head to toe with Kara, and she was getting fucked, hard. Kara and Viking girl were holding hands...both writhing in ecstasy. It was so fucking hot. 

I pinned Kara’s legs back and slid in...deep. I started to fuck her in a way I’d never done before. It was primal. I looked up and saw Viking guy doing the same; fucking Viking girl deep and, almost savagely. The girls’ hands were still clenched together. Occasionally one hand would slide up the arm of the other, or briefly brush against the other’s body - exploring...not sure if it was ok. Viking guy noticed this and gave me a bit of a wry smile. 

I decided to push a little. I turned Kara onto her side, straddled her bottom leg and, with her other leg lifted high, started to fuck her again. She was now facing the Viking couple, her head perilously close to Viking girl’s thigh. Kara reached out and, to my surprise, wrapped her arm around viking girl’s leg, partly for support from my wild exertions, but also in a very sensual way...inviting her in. 

Viking guy liked this. With a skilled move, he flipped his partner on to all fours and pivoted her so that she was perpendicular to Kara’s body. He saddled in behind her and started to fuck her. It was a hard, stacattoed fuck - long, almost violent thrusts. With each pound, Viking girl’s body shook and she moaned in delight. She grasped Kara’s body, steadying herself from the onslaught. Kara ran her hands through Viking girl’s hair and, what seemed to be instinctively, started to suck on one of Kara’s tits. It wasn’t gentle...it was ravenous, as if she were trying to muffle the deep intense moans that seemed almost thrust out of her every time her man dove back in. 

Despite how mesmerized I was by this development and the carnal show taking place inches from my face, I continued to fuck Kara and enjoyed feeling her push back against me. It seemed foolish to try and keep up with him, so I chose a different tactic - long and deep...but smooth, making sure to hit all the right spots. Kara moaned in delight, but more so each time Viking girl bore down on her. It was an intensity of experience that was all new to her. 

Just as quickly and violently as their show started, it came to an end. Viking girl arched her back and then collapsed onto Kara’s chest, spasming as her lover gave her one last thrust and stayed in. She vibrated and then, in a raging climax, let go of Kara..leaving subtle little scratch marks on her torso. 

I sensed Kara was about to cum so I didn’t let up. Viking girl sensed it too, and moved to tongue Kara’s clit as I fucked her. The first time her tongue touched her she let out a half-aborted “oh my god!” as she regained a little of her composure. Viking girl’s hands danced all over Kara’s body and her tongue slid against my cock, giving Kara her full attention. I watched as her tongue worked magic and she timed each flick with my thrusts. Kara moned in a slow, ecstasy filled way...then suddenly it was muffled. I looked up, having been captured by the show taking place at my hips, and saw Viking guy had moved over and had slid his rather large cock into Kara’s mouth; her head turned to the side to give her the best angle and to get as much of it into her mouth. 

Time slowed down. 

There she was, my stunning wife. My cock sliding in and out of her beautiful pussy, Viking girl’s tongue working her clit, her tits bouncing with every push, and her mouth, working over a stranger’s big hard cock - her tongue I could tell was in overdrive. 

Viking guy pushed but was respectful...though Kara was clearly pulling him in. Kara started to shudder and her whole body tensed up. She gargled a beautiful moan as the experience was too much for her and she came hard, for what seemed like 5 minutes. Viking guy pulled his cock out as his partner turned to finish him off. 

That was too much for me and with a roar that I’m sure everyone in the place heard (and may have been just a little over the top) I came inside of Kara so hard that my legs gave out from under me. Everyone, spent, crumpled into a pile - sweating and trying to catch their breath. 

We all sat on that giant bed, rather dazed, for who knows how long. We didn’t say anything. 

Suddenly, Viking guy looked at his watch - the only thing he was wearing - and with a sharp “fuck!” showed it to Viking girl and a look of panic came over her face. 

“Oh my god...I’m so sorry...we have to go. The babysitter is done in less than an hour!” and with that they bolted for the changerooms. 

Kara and I glanced at each other, shrugged, and gave each other an “oh well” kind of look. 

“Wait here - I need to go to the bathroom” Kara said to me. She grabbed the towel and walked away. I sat back and took it all in. What the hell had just happened? 

A few moments later Kara came back. “You look satisfied. Such a goofy grin!” I guess I couldn’t conceal my bliss. “Shall we head out?” was all she said, and we worked our way to the changerooms. We didn’t say much to each other. I think we were both processing. 

Part of me hoped we’d run into them in the change room but they were well gone. 

As we got dressed, I started to order an Uber when Kara leaned into me and whispered “that was absolutely amazing!” and then we headed towards the door. 

We stood at the curb for a few minutes enjoying the warm air, feeling more alive than I had in a long time. The car pulled up and I said to her “It’s a shame we didn’t get their name or number”. 

Kara turned around, smiled at me, winked, and said “I did!”. 

She took my hand and led into the car as we headed back to the hotel.