New York Swing Club Chronicles (I)
After talking half-jokingly and half-seriously with my boyfriend for a while, last Friday, I finally bought a magazine near 42nd Street and found out about a few Local Swinger Clubs, and my boyfriend was so excited that he called them one by one to ask for the address and price, and I was a little bit curious and hesitant to do this kind of thing, fearing that it would be addictive and that the addiction would grow bigger and bigger.
At 9PM, my boyfriend and I decided to explore two nearby Clubs within walking distance, one closed and the other just starting up. Aside from the unassuming signage and neon lights peeking out of the black glass windows, an uninformed passerby would have no way of knowing that this is an off-color Club.
“Couple only, No single allowed, US$105 per Couple. Open hours from 9 pm to 4 am.”
A pair of black men buy tickets to enter while their boyfriends inquire about the ticket counter.
It was still early, so we decided to go home and think about it a bit more and come back later in the day when it was a bit more crowded; after all, neither of us wanted to make rash decisions that would negatively affect our relationship.
Never, Having Sex is a closed room, two people’s business, but now, there is a place for us to have a chance to share with others, the realization of breaking the taboo and Fantacy makes us both excited and nervous, of course, the so-called breaking the taboo for us, but also stops at watching and being watched.
At 11PM, we arrived in front of the Club again and my boyfriend decided to check out the street corner first to see who was going into the Club.
Two consecutive Couples about 50 or 60 years old entered, and the boyfriend said he would leave if any more old men and women entered.
A Couple with a slight age gap walks out, the woman looking down and counting the bills in her hand after the man and woman separate on the street corner; a car pulls up to the curb, and two pairs of young Hispanic Couples make their entrance laughing and joking.
It was cold and I was getting a little tired of standing while my boyfriend was getting wrapped up.
I said, “If you’re not going in, leave, I don’t want to stand here and spend time.”
The boyfriend said, “Let’s just go home and give me some time to think about it.”
Somewhat disappointed, but I didn’t want him to push any buttons, not realizing that he, who had always talked with a raised eyebrow, would back down more than I did when it came down to it.
My boyfriend could see my disappointment and stopped to apologize, and behind the hesitant and embarrassed look, I could smell his curiosity.
The world was so ridiculous that I ended up persuading him to push open the door of the Club, with some gender role-misalignment ludicrousness.
Pay your money, walk into the foyer and begin an adventure into an alternative space. As far as the eye can see is a hall, several large soft sofas or lying or sitting on 5 or 6 pairs of Couples wrapped in towels, relaxed whispering or kissing, the wall of the TV playing porn does not seem to attract attention at all, since you can see the real people here to see a close-up performance, porn is really not attractive in comparison.
A very professional-faced young lady, hot and tight on the tiny dance floor in the lobby with a benefactor about half a hundred years old.
The left side of the hall is a small restaurant, serving free cheap food and drinks, before I saw two pairs of Hispanics also wrapped in a towel eating hot food and chatting, relaxed and friendly atmosphere immediately let me have the illusion of coming to the three warmth, only the hall, the restaurant, two each with a screen half-separated by a mattress, reminding me of the purpose of the people came here.
Connected to the dining room was a corridor, where the lighting was suddenly much dimmer. There are several rooms on either side of the corridor with only mattresses inside the doors for certain Couples who want privacy, though it seems clear from these unoccupied rooms that Couples visiting the Club don’t need privacy.
The other end of the corridor led to the changing and showering area, so I got a towel and lock from the janitor, removed all my clothes, wrapped a towel around me and my boyfriend, and joined the others.
Out of the locker room was a large Roman bathhouse, which was empty, and a somewhat uneasy discussion of public hygiene was whispered as she and her boyfriend soaked in.
A characteristic “gay” staff at the side of the bathhouse offered free massages to the ladies, but as I was not familiar with the scale of the massages, I decided to hold back my curiosity and give up trying.
Stepping out of the shower and wrapping up in a towel, my boyfriend and I both felt much more relaxed.
The warm-up was over and the real main event was on. To the left of the bathhouse, a bouncer sat in front of a pair of black door curtains, lifting them, a large room covered in soft mattresses with mirrors on the ceiling and all four walls, in which lay about a dozen pairs of naked Couples.
We found an empty spot to lie down and began to scrutinize our surroundings.
Beside me was a pair of older, out-of-shape Couples who were lying quietly flat on their backs, stroking each other’s bottoms with one hand. The old lady could tell she was beautiful in her youth, and from time to time she glanced over at me and cast an affectionate smile.
The people who come here are somehow very friendly, maybe it’s the nakedness!
On the other side of the boyfriend, lying on her back, was a forlorn, spectacled woman, sitting semi-recumbent with her thighs spread, quietly fingering herself. Her banal, expressionless face looked a little… horny.
I, for one, am curious as to where his male companion has been hanging out.
My boyfriend pointed out in a low voice that a man across the room with glasses, who had been left out by his partner, was playing with himself and watching me intently; that there was a pair of intertwined limbs in the corner of the wall, and that the man had a mouth-watering body; that there were two other couples in the room, with women bending over to please their men; and that a couple of couples in a diagonal corner were slowly having sex, with occasional gasps coming from the women.
There is an illusion of returning to nature, that we are nothing more than creatures under the creator, doing what an animal would instinctively do in a land where there is no cover, privacy or morality.
Looking at the mirror on the ceiling and fondling my naked and beautiful body with my boyfriend, we are such a beautifully matched couple! I couldn’t help but think proudly.
The adventure was not yet over, and the narrow revolving staircase leading to Eden, where several Couples waited anxiously to go up.
The lights were dimmer, the upstairs space was latticed with thin wooden panels into six or seven mattress-covered compartments with no doors, and the corridors were crowded with people watching or waiting to join in.
Hearing a woman’s gasp from her right, she turned her head to see the woman sitting in a special prop chair, her hands gripping the armrests, her head thrown back dramatically as the man’s head was buried in her crotch bobbing back and forth.
Mmm… Desire ran upward from my lower body like tongues of fire.
Several couples in the room were interchanging objects like “blow jobs”, and in the room at the bottom of the corridor, a pink and white fat woman of about 200 or 300 pounds was lying on her back, holding a man’s penis while he played with the breasts of another woman beside him. The fat woman, seemingly displeased that the man was ignoring her, muttered something, spread her huge pink and white legs, and moved one of her hands to pleasure herself, the fat woman’s lower body seemingly tiny compared to her huge body and swollen hand, so naked before the eyes of the crowd of onlookers, inviting all the eager cocks to try it out.
While looking out, a Couple about 30 years old stood in front of me, the man had dark hair, and a rather good looking face; the woman had blonde hair to her shoulders, and was slightly chubbier than her standard build.
The woman reached out first to touch my bare shoulder, and the man followed suit, reaching out to touch my arm, looking up at them and smiling, knowing in his heart what they wanted.
The caresses felt soothing and my breasts had the desire to be touched, yet I just stood still and looked at them and smiled.
The boyfriend spoke up and said, “We are both very shy.”
The woman replied, “You are shy, but I think she is wild.”
Seeing the boyfriend’s lack of ambition, they left.
My boyfriend told me that the woman tried to touch him and he pushed her away. The boyfriend said that he just couldn’t stand the thought of another man touching me.
My boyfriend wanted to go downstairs, this Garden of Eden made him uncomfortable. I kissed him and was secretly happy that he was a good boy who loved my good boy:)
Back in the lobby, reclining on the couch for a while, another strange man wrapped in a towel introduced us to him and his partner, “Maybe we can get together later.” He said.
The boyfriend politely declined: “I really don’t mind having a nice Couple with us, watching each other, no hands allowed.” The boyfriend said.
“Survival of the fittest, elimination of the unfit”, in this alternative space, people in accordance with the biological code of courtship, regardless of men and women, young, beautiful and well-built is always the target of everyone’s coveted.
There were sharp, wild gasps coming from the mattress separated by the screen, and my boyfriend and I stood on the couch with another Couple watching the oblivious pair copulate.
The man held the woman’s waist and thrust sharply from behind her as she knelt on all fours on the mattress, breathing heavily and screaming wildly.
The boyfriend gradually became aroused. We returned to the big room, naked, stroking and kissing each other, our eyes meeting the man next door from time to time. The old woman who had smiled at me earlier even reached out and touched my calf… Oh… no wonder she was so affectionate.
My boyfriend leaned down and stroked my other lip hole with his lips and tongue, whispering for me to not let anyone touch him.
As he pleasured me, placing my legs comfortably on his shoulders and combing my fingers through his hair buried in my crotch, I couldn’t help but let out a low moan.
The act of letting my boyfriend lick me in front of so many strangers turned me on in an unusual way, and soon a hot flush washed over my cheeks.
New York SwingClub Chronicles (II)
The energy was released inside me, and I let out a long sigh out of my body, all knowing that I had just had an orgasm, I guess!
Satisfied, she gets up and returns her boyfriend’s enthusiasm with equal vigor. Next door, the middle-aged white man with a slightly bulging belly, who kept watching us, grabbed the hips of the young, flat-figured Oriental woman next to him and pushed himself in. The woman accepted it humbly and silently, her face expressionless, and the two of them just copulated indifferently without a trace of emotion… and the woman even reached out her hand to me too…
I shifted myself slightly and bent my whole body over my boyfriend, intertwining my tongue with his to convey our mutual love. My boyfriend turned and pinned me under him, gently sliding into my wetness for all to see, as we were naked in front of a bunch of strangers, pumping and squirming and displaying our sex.
Beside them another black couple switched to lie down, the woman holding the man’s cock and sliding it up and down while the man thrust his own fingers deep into the woman. The woman’s pubic hair was trimmed in interesting shapes, her eyes were closed and she whimpered as her hips slowly squirmed.
Across the room another Oriental couple was hitting on the couple next to them, the tall, thin Oriental man with the eyes was stroking the brunette who was licking her partner, and the Oriental woman was kissing her licked partner. Soon it was the brunette licking the oriental man and her partner leaning over the oriental woman’s private parts. I mentally prayed that all four of them were healthy and clean and free of disease.
I was a bit tired and wanted to go home to rest. Before we left, we made a few more rounds of Eden, just as crowded, with men and women overlapping and indistinguishable from each other.
The obese woman was still sprawled across the mattress, moaning and groaning as different people changed around her. Beside her stood the man with the coveted body, and with the false advantage of a narrow floor and thick human body, intentionally or unintentionally touching the man’s naked upper body, the man looked at me and began to touch my arm.
Mmm… Tofu can be tasted lightly, so my boyfriend and I turned around and went downstairs.
Returning to the locker room, he changed into his original clothes, pushed open the door, and left the off-color world, ending the adventure.
WOW! We had an incredible experience on this unassuming street in New York.
My boyfriend still feels a little uneasy and feels as if he has done something inappropriate. I still feel aroused and psychologically more sense of hypocrisy?
Having seen so much intercourse in one night, knowing that in an act so purely animalistic, love sets my boyfriend and I apart from others.
At 2:30AM, my boyfriend and I stepped up our pace in the direction of our home and couldn’t wait to throw ourselves into the hot water and soap up our entire bodies to completely sanitize.
“Would you want to come back?” The boyfriend asked.
“That will be a long, long time from now, and I don’t want to make a habit of it.” I said.
“I love you.” my boyfriend gives me a kiss.
THE END