Chapter 1

My wife and I started our swingers journey months before we ever had an experience. We talked about it. We both decided this is something we wanted to try. And then the research began. We knew we were heading to Rome in late November, and we researched some clubs that both seemed very interesting, and we were both very excited about the potential experience.

The anticipation leading up to the trip was very nerve-tangling. We were very excited, yet nervous at the same time, not knowing if it would be what we thought, what we hoped, and how we would look at each other afterwards. But when the time finally came, we made the trip to Rome.

Our vacation was wonderful. We were having an amazing time, amazing experience, connecting and growing closer together. Finally, the night came that we decided we were going to go to the club Swinger 69 in Rome. It’s a small club in downtown. We took a taxi. We sat outside in a restaurant and had something to eat, watching the door, seeing what kind of clientele frequented the establishment.

After enjoying some wine and some pasta, we decided it was time at around 11 to make our move. We made our way to the club, rang the doorbell. We were immediately let in. Upon entering the club, we went down two flights of stairs to a real gothic medieval theme. Red curtains, black velvet, paraphernalia on the walls. Everything was Italian.

There were more couples checking in. We paid our fees and got our membership and proceeded to grab our first drinks and head into the club. We entered. There was a smoking room on the left and up a few flights of stairs next to it was a bedroom with curtains. There were chairs in the corner and a big king-size bed in the middle.

We then proceeded to the dance area, which was a small room off to the side with a live DJ. Extremely loud and hard to talk, but the theme was very fun. There was a sexy couple dancing in the room. We then walked through the rest of the club. There was a large main area with different kinds of bedding, couches, chairs, a velvet-rope area, and we noticed some stairs leading up.

We headed upstairs. There was another playroom with a bed and chairs and couches—everything you would expect in a sex club. We then proceeded back downstairs and spent the next roughly 45 minutes to an hour mingling with a few people. English made things difficult. No one was very fluent. But we were enjoying ourselves and feeling the closeness together and the excitement of being in such a taboo place.

Unfortunately, there was an excess of single males in the club at the time, and we weren’t sure if it was going to happen for us. Closer to midnight, 12:30, my wife was starting to get anxious and not really feeling it. There were a few good-looking guys in the club, but nobody was making any move, and we were feeling like we were probably going to strike out.

So she asked me if we could leave and possibly head to the other club. I thought that maybe my presence was putting off some of the other guys in the club, so I thought I would excuse myself to the restroom. It was a little bit evil of me to leave her there for an extended period of time, knowing that she would probably be approached, but I knew it was probably our best opportunity to salvage the night.

When I came back from the washroom, she was talking to a guy who we had bumped into a few times. His name was Michael. He was of Lebanese descent, born in the U.S., and living in Dubai. He was our age, with kids close to our kids’ age, and he was an experienced swinger. He spoke very good English, and my wife was enjoying a conversation with him when I came back.

We proceeded to chat for 15–20 minutes, getting to know each other. The vibe was almost instant. He had short shaved hair, a nice salt-and-pepper beard, and olive skin. He was in great shape, well toned, very… good-looking man. He asked if we should get a drink, and then we decided to head to the dance floor.

When we got on the dance floor, things immediately started accelerating. My wife was between us, with her face to me and her back to him. He started dancing and grinding on her, and I was grinding on her front. We were kissing and making out, and I was feeling her from the front, and he was feeling her from behind. Completely respectful, nothing too out of the ordinary.

I kissed her one last time and I told her to turn around and face him. Almost immediately when she turned around, I began grinding from behind her and kissing her neck. He put his hands around her waist, pulled her close to him. Feeling his hardness against her, her excitement immediately went up. And before I knew it, they were kissing passionately and deeply.

I wasn’t sure how I would feel about this at first, but honestly, it immediately turned me on and lit the fire inside me. I didn’t know was there.

Chapter 2

We were dancing on the dance floor. Michael and Jessica were kissing, deep and hard. I was behind Jessica, kissing her neck, lightly biting her shoulder, my hands squeezing her breasts from behind. Michael had worked her dress up above her thighs, his hand sliding along the inside of them. Things were getting intense. Jessica was panting heavily, starting to moan a little as his fingers explored her.

We decided it was time to move somewhere a little more private. We grabbed our drinks and headed up the few stairs to the room behind the curtain, where we knew there was a bed.

As we slipped through the curtain, we noticed a couple in the corner having passionate sex. Her top was down, her breasts exposed, her skirt pulled up as she rode her partner. We could see everything clearly. It was incredibly sexy.

The three of us made our way to the edge of the bed, the scene in the corner still in view, heightening the moment as we continued.

As we stand at the edge of the bed, we set our drinks down. Jessica turns to Michael and they immediately start kissing. The three of us are getting ravenous now.

Michael works Jessica’s dress down, exposing one breast and taking her hard nipple into his mouth. She moans and leans back into me, her arms sliding around my head. I kiss her neck, nibbling at her ears. Then he turns her around so she’s facing me. Her arms loop around my neck as she kisses me deeply.

He pushes her dress up, all the way over her head. Suddenly she’s standing there in nothing but a black lace bodysuit and her knee-high leather boots. She looks incredible. As the dress clears her arms, Michael immediately drops to his knees behind her.

She leans into me, and I hear her gasp loudly into my ear as he spreads her wide and explores her with his tongue. She kisses me hard, completely lost in the moment. After having his fun, he rises up, kissing the back of her neck as he slides the top of her bodysuit down until both of her breasts are fully exposed. The suit now clings only around her waist.

As she turns slightly to kiss him, I kneel in front of her, parting her lips with my tongue, flicking and sucking her clit. He squeezes her breasts and kisses her neck, and she’s shaking with anticipation. I know she’s loving every bit of the attention — and I love giving it to her.

I stand, my lips glistening with her wetness, and kiss her again. Then I tell her, “Turn around and suck his cock.”

She obeys, turning slowly toward him. Michael lays back on the bed. She bends down and takes him into her mouth. He’s got a very large cock — at least eight inches and thick — and she works it eagerly. It’s unbelievably hot to watch her take another man in her mouth.

I kiss her back, slowly undressing myself. Then I go to my pants and retrieve a condom for him.

As I’m removing the condom, I turn around and notice we’ve gathered a crowd. There are now three men in the room, along with the couple still going at it in the corner. It’s a small room, so everyone is within arm’s reach of the bed. I notice two of the men have their cocks out and are masturbating furiously, watching Jessica suck Michael.

One older gentleman steps in a little too close, and I gently put my hand on his chest and say, “Please.”

He backs off without complaint and leaves the room.

I hand Michael the condom. Then I lie back on the bed in front of Jessica, and she straddles me, my legs outside her hips. Her nipples are hard and pressing into my chest. We’re kissing, I’m licking her neck, taking turns on each of her breasts.

Michael positions himself behind her. I see his hand grip her hip, the other guiding himself into her wetness. He goes slow, but he goes deep. Jessica gasps as she takes his full length inside her. She hasn’t felt this level of satisfaction in a very long time, and I’m happy to give it to her.

He starts slow, but quickly picks up the pace. I can hear his thighs slapping against her. She’s moaning, making the sweetest sounds. Within minutes, I feel her first orgasm building. She clutches me tightly and kisses me as the wave hits her, trembling against both of us.

But Michael doesn’t slow down. He keeps a furious rhythm, landing a smack on her ass now and then. She squeals with every impact. I shift, and she takes me in her mouth while he continues thrusting into her. She orgasms at least two more times just like that. Watching her in full pleasure, the center of attention between two men who want her so badly, is unreal.

We switch positions. Jessica lies on her back. Michael lifts a leg in each arm and rubs the thick, swollen head of his cock against her lips, teasing her clit before sliding into her again. Her gasp sounds almost pained, but I see her eyes roll back, her back arch — pure ecstasy. I kiss her deeply, then move to her neck, then each breast, slowly making my way across her body.

Michael has a strong rhythm, slamming into her hips, and she’s begging him to fuck her hard. I reach down with my hand between them and start rubbing her clit — up, down, side to side, circular, splitting my fingers on either side, squeezing her gently. That’s when the rolling orgasms start. She arches and cries out, collapses into pleasure, and then arches again immediately. I can’t believe how many times she comes in such a short period — it feels endless.

Michael keeps up his furious pace, and we take turns leaning down, kissing her, working her breasts. The room is so hot we’re all sweating heavily. After five to ten minutes of this, Michael needs a breather, so I spell him off. As he pulls out, I’m ready. I slide into her, and it’s like the very first time — unbelievably good. I’m so turned on I don’t think I’ll last two minutes.

As I stroke my hips into her slowly and deeply, I notice the room is now full. At least a dozen people are in there — three other couples, holding each other, smiling, watching everything unfold. There are also four single men masturbating, but they’re keeping their distance. One steps too close, and I ask him to back up, which he does respectfully.

Michael removes his condom, kneels beside Jessica, and she turns her head, taking him in her mouth. Her hand wraps around the base of his shaft, and she caresses his balls as she slowly takes two or three inches at a time. He gently pumps his hips, and the sight is incredible.

Chapter 3

We carry on like this for a few more minutes. Then Jessica rolls up onto her knees, and Michael shifts into place with his back against the headboard, hips right in front of her. She’s kneeling, presenting herself to me—open, ready, waiting. I watch as she takes Michael fully into her mouth, all the way to the hilt. He’s gently guiding her head, encouraging her to go deep. I can hear the wet, desperate sounds she makes as she gags slightly on his throbbing cock.

I can’t help myself. Seeing her in that position—spread wide, dripping, offering herself—I slide back and lower my face between her thighs. She’s soaked from the top of her ass to the backs of her knees. The bed beneath us is completely drenched. I take a cheek in each hand, spread her wide, and bury my tongue into every space I can reach. She moans around Michael as she slurps and sucks him, and his own groans fill the room as his head falls back.

I go until I’m desperate for air and finally come up for a breath. As I look around, the room has filled even more—there must be a dozen people watching us now. I make eye contact with a few of the women; they smile, nod, urging us on.

I move up behind Jessica, lining my hips with hers, and slide into her. She’s unbelievably wet, and the tightness around me almost makes me lose control immediately. I thrust steadily while she continues to take Michael in her mouth. She’s completely immersed in the moment—every sound she makes tells me she’s loving every second.

After a few more minutes, she sits up and leans back against my chest. I pull out of her, wrap one hand around her ribcage and the other around her shoulder, holding her tight against me. I kiss her neck as she turns her head toward me, and our lips meet, our tongues sliding together.

Michael sits up and presses his body against her front, kissing her neck, then her lips, while his hand travels down her stomach. I can tell the moment he slips two fingers inside her—she pushes her hips backward into me and then forward into him. He curls his fingers inside her, teasing, stroking, sucking on her breasts one at a time. I squeeze her tighter, kiss her neck again, then reach my left hand down to her clit. I place a finger on either side and rub vigorously. With him curled inside her and me pressing from the outside, we can feel each other’s rhythm through her body.

Jessica starts to buck, moan, tremble. Her whole body tenses, shakes, and then she lets out a cry—soft at first, then louder and louder. She comes hard for us, and a few minutes later, she comes again. And again. Her body is limp, spent, overwhelmed—and yet, we’re not done with her.

We shift positions. Jessica lowers her head onto the pillow, resting for a moment, while Michael rolls on a fresh condom and positions himself behind her. I kneel beside her, caressing her back as he lines himself up and slides into her once more.

I can’t look away. I take her cheeks in my hands and spread her as wide as I can so the entire room has a perfect view of his thick length sliding in and out of her. His pace builds, and we’re watching the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. He’s fucking her hard, relentlessly. She cries out again, running on fumes, but somehow still responding, still giving. Her mind must feel like mush. He’s slamming into her, sweat pouring off both of us from the heat of the room.

He pauses to wipe his brow, and I see him staring at her tight, perfect asshole. He wants it—I can tell instantly. And I don’t blame him. I want it too. We’ve both tasted her tonight. It was heaven.

He presses the head of his cock against it, and for a split second I understand the temptation. But I know she doesn’t want that tonight. We talked about it beforehand. I place my hand over her, shake my head gently, and say, “No—sorry. Off limits.”

“No problem,” he says, and lowers his cock, sliding it back down to her entrance. He pushes into her slowly, and she lets out a soft moan as he re-enters her. Soon he’s building speed again, slamming into her, the bed rocking, his hand smacking each cheek in rhythm.

I reach underneath her and find her clit again, flicking and rubbing it vigorously while pushing her hips back to drive him deeper. She arches, gasps, her voice cracking as she cries out, “Don’t stop. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Oh God—I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming—”

And she does. Hard. Again.

Michael finally has to pull out for a moment, sweat pouring off him in sheets. He’s put in a Herculean effort. Jessica rolls onto her back, breathing fast, hair stuck to her forehead. We’re nearing the end. She wants him to finish. She wants his cum.

He enters her missionary, holding her tight, body pressed to hers. He kisses her neck, then her lips, thrusting deeply. Her legs wrap around him. I watch, stroking myself, keeping myself hard for my turn, which is coming soon. His rhythm becomes three deep pumps followed by a slow circular grind. He does this for several minutes until finally I see it building—his head falls back, his body stiffens, and his orgasm hits him hard.

His mouth drops open in a silent moan before he crushes his lips to hers, kissing her deeply as he empties every last drop into the condom inside her. It’s incredible to watch them finish together.

He kisses her one last time, then rolls off beside us in a sweaty heap.

I move in close. I kiss my beautiful wife.

I ask, “Where do you want me to finish?”

She looks up at me and breathes, “In my mouth. Please.”

Who am I to argue?

Chapter 4

I guide myself to her lips. She kisses the head—and I begin to stroke.

And within seconds…

It builds and builds until the moment I’ve been waiting for all night finally hits. I release what feels like my soul into her hungry mouth. She takes every drop without hesitation, making sure nothing is wasted. As my body convulses and I brace myself, worried I might collapse onto her, I look up and lock eyes with a beautiful woman sitting quietly in the corner. She smiles and gives me a small nod—as if to say I’ve done well.

I feel proud. Proud of Jessica, proud of myself, proud of what we just experienced together. She’s just shared something with me I never imagined we’d explore as a couple.

As I step off the bed, Jessica is completely limp and spent. I help her sit up, then begin gathering our clothes. We help each other get dressed, laughing, still breathless, chatting with Michael as he gets himself together.

In the corner, one man is still sitting there, having watched the entire thing. I can’t resist. With the language barrier, I stick my hand out and give him a thumbs up—or thumbs down—letting him judge the performance. He pauses, thinks about it, then gives me a thumbs up… followed by a little wavering motion, meaning so-so.

I burst out laughing. I can’t help it. He gets up and leaves, and suddenly it’s just the three of us again.

We hug, we kiss cheeks, we congratulate each other like teammates after a championship game. We grab our drinks and head back out into the club, only to realize it’s completely empty. Not a soul around. Either everyone left, or something wild is happening upstairs.

We talk for a few minutes about how much we enjoyed it, about how we’d love to do it again. We exchange numbers. The three of us are buzzing—tired but alive.

We decide we’ve had enough for the night and head toward the front to get our coats. As we wait for the cab, an older couple appears. A striking woman in her sixties and a handsome man beside her. They say they peeked in on us earlier and congratulate us on a job well done.

She admits—smiling shyly—that it was her first time too and she was excited to try something new. She tells us that she took her husband to the leather chair in the back corner and dropped to her knees to give him a very enthusiastic blowjob. The only awkward moment, she says, was looking up to find seven men standing around watching her. A little off-putting, but she powered through and, as she put it, “got the job done.”

We laugh with them and they head upstairs.

Just as we’re about to step out to meet our cab, we hear feet slapping on the tile and rapid Italian echoing down the hallway.

Then we see him.

A six-foot-four naked Italian man, fully erect, jogging toward us with absolute determination. We freeze for a half-second—not quite sure what’s about to happen—but he sprints right past us to the front counter. Breathless, he pleads with the man at the entryway. The attendant reaches under the desk, pulls out a condom, and hands it to him like it’s a weapon in a video game.

The man pivots instantly, cock bouncing, ass cheeks jiggling, and sprints back down the hallway from wherever he came—presumably toward some ongoing orgy that desperately needed him.

We make our way up the stairs, pass through the black door, and step out to our waiting taxi. Before climbing in, we take one last look back at the club, both of us smiling softly with the sweet, wild memories of the night.

And in that moment, we realize something unmistakable:

We’ve just entered the world of swingers.