New York SwingClub Chronicles

After a half-joking, half-serious chat with my boyfriend, last Friday we finally bought a magazine near 42nd Street and found a few local swinger clubs. My boyfriend enthusiastically called each one to inquire about addresses and prices. I watched with a mixture of curiosity and hesitation, worried that this kind of thing could become addictive and grow stronger.

At 9 pm, my boyfriend and I decided to check out two clubs within walking distance. One was closed, and the other had just opened. Aside from the inconspicuous sign and the neon lights shining through the black glass windows, an unsuspecting passerby would have no idea it was an unusual club. "Couples only, no singles allowed, US$105 per couple. Open hours from 9 pm to 4 am."

While my boyfriend was asking about the ticket counter, a Black couple bought tickets and entered.

It was still early, so we decided to go home and think it over, and come back later when it was more crowded. After all, neither of us wanted a hasty decision to negatively impact our relationship.

Traditionally, having sex is a private affair between two people behind closed doors. Now, however, there's a place where we have the opportunity to share it with others. This breaking of taboos and the realization of fantasy fills us with both excitement and nervousness. Of course, for us, this so-called breaking of taboos is limited to observing and being observed.

At 11 p.m., we arrived at the club again. My boyfriend decided to peek inside from the street corner.

Two couples, around fifty or sixty years old, entered in succession. My boyfriend said he would leave if any more elderly people went in.

A couple with a significant age gap came out; after they separated at the street corner, the woman lowered her head and counted the money in her hand. A car was parked on the side of the road, and two young Hispanic couples entered, laughing and joking.

It was cold, and I was getting tired of standing, but my boyfriend was becoming increasingly hesitant.

I said, "If we're not going in, let's leave. I don't want to waste time standing here."

My boyfriend said, "Let's go home. Give me some time to think about it."

I was a little disappointed, but I didn't want him to force me. I never expected that he, who was always so enthusiastic, would back down more than me at such a crucial moment.

My boyfriend noticed my disappointment, stopped, and apologized. Behind his hesitant and embarrassed expression, I sensed his curiosity.

Ironically, after some persuasion, I led him into the club, a somewhat comical and awkward situation of role reversal.

We paid and entered the foyer, beginning our adventure into this unusual space. What greeted us was a large hall with five or six couples wrapped in towels, lounging or sitting on several large, soft sofas, chatting quietly or kissing. The pornographic films playing on the TV on the wall seemed utterly unappealing; since we could see live, close-up performances here, the porn was comparatively unappealing.

A very professional-looking woman was passionately pressed against a middle-aged client in the small dance area of the hall.

To the left of the lobby was a small restaurant serving free, inexpensive food and drinks. The two Hispanic couples I'd seen earlier were wrapped in towels, eating hot food and chatting. The relaxed and friendly atmosphere instantly gave me the illusion of being in a sauna. Only the two mattresses, partially separated by screens in the lobby and restaurant, reminded me of the purpose of people's visit.

Connecting to the restaurant was a corridor, where the lighting dimmed considerably. Several rooms lined both sides of the corridor, each containing only a mattress, intended for couples seeking privacy. However, judging from the unused rooms, couples at the club clearly didn't need privacy.

At the other end of the corridor was the changing and showering area. I got a towel and lock from the manager, removed all my clothes, and, wrapped in towels, joined the others.

Emerging from the changing room, we found ourselves in a Roman bathhouse, completely empty. My boyfriend and I soaked in the bath, discussing hygiene issues with some unease.

A distinctly gay staff member was offering free massages to the ladies, but unsure of the appropriate level of intimacy, I decided to suppress my curiosity and refrain from trying it.

Stepping out of the bathhouse and wrapping ourselves in towels, my boyfriend and I felt much more relaxed.

After warming up, the real main event began. To the left of the bathhouse, a bodyguard sat in front of a pair of black curtains. Pulling back the curtains revealed a large room covered with soft mattresses. The ceiling and walls were mirrored, and about ten naked couples lay in the room. We found an empty spot and began to carefully observe our surroundings.

Beside me was an elderly couple, their figures no longer what they used to be. They lay quietly, each touching their partner's genitals with one hand. The old woman was clearly beautiful in her youth; she occasionally glanced at me, offering a friendly smile.

For some reason, everyone here was incredibly friendly—perhaps because they were naked! On

my boyfriend's other side lay a forlorn woman wearing glasses, half-reclining with her legs spread, quietly touching herself. Her plain, expressionless face seemed somewhat…desire-filled.

I wondered where her male companion had gone.

My boyfriend whispered that a bespectacled man across the room, seemingly ignored by his female companion, was toying with me, his eyes fixed on me; in the corner, a pair of limbs were intertwined, the man's physique enticing; inside, two other couples were there, the women bent over, intently pleasing their men; diagonally opposite, a couple was slowly making love, the woman's soft moans occasionally escaping.

There was a strange sense of returning to nature, that we were merely creatures created by the Creator, doing what animal instincts dictate—in a land without cover, privacy, or morality.

Gazing at the mirror on the ceiling, admiring my and my boyfriend's naked, beautiful bodies, I thought proudly, "We are truly a beautiful and well-matched couple!"

The adventure wasn't over yet. On the narrow, spiraling staircase leading to Eden, several couples waited anxiously to ascend.

The lighting dimmed further; the upstairs space was divided by thin wooden planks into six or seven doorless cubicles covered with mattresses, the corridor packed with onlookers and those waiting to join in.

Hearing a woman's soft moans coming from the right, I turned around and saw a woman sitting on a specially made prop chair, her hands gripping the armrests tightly, her head tilted back dramatically, while a man's head was buried between her legs, bobbing back and forth and side to side.

Mmm… desire surged upwards from her lower body like flames.

Several couples in the room were swapping partners for intercourse, like playing "The Wind Blows." In a room at the end of the corridor, a woman of about 200-300 pounds, her fleshy white skin bulging, lay holding a man's penis, while the man played with the breasts of another woman beside him. The fat woman seemed dissatisfied with the man ignoring her presence, muttering a few words, spreading her huge, white legs, and using one hand to pleasure herself. Compared to her enormous body and swollen hand, the fat woman's genitals appeared exceptionally small, displayed nakedly before the onlookers, inviting all the eager penises to try.

As I stared, lost in thought, a couple in their thirties stood before me. The man had dark hair and a rather attractive face; the woman had shoulder-length blonde hair and was slightly overweight.

The woman first reached out and touched my bare shoulder, and the man followed suit, touching my arm. I smiled at them, knowing exactly what they wanted.

The touches felt pleasant, and I felt a desire to have my breasts touched, yet I simply stood still, smiling at them.

My boyfriend spoke up, saying, "We are both very shy."

The woman replied, "You are shy, but I think she is wild."

Seeing that her boyfriend wasn't interested, they left.

Her boyfriend told me that the woman tried to touch him, but he pushed her away. He said he simply couldn't stand other men touching him.

He wanted to go downstairs; this Eden made him uncomfortable. I kissed him, secretly pleased that he was such a good boy—a good boy who loves me :)

Back in the living room, I lay down on the sofa to rest for a while. Another strange man, wrapped in a towel, introduced himself and his partner to us. "Maybe we can get together later," he said. My boyfriend politely declined: "I really don't mind having a beautiful couple with us, admiring each other, but no touching." He said.

"Survival of the fittest," in this alternative space, people seek mates according to biological rules. Regardless of gender, youth, beauty, and a good figure are always the object of everyone's desire.

From the mattress separated by a screen came rapid, wild breathing. My boyfriend and I stood on the sofa with another couple, watching this couple's passionate lovemaking.

The man held the woman's waist and thrust rapidly from behind. The woman knelt on the mattress, breathing heavily and screaming wildly.

My boyfriend gradually became excited. We returned to the large room, naked, caressing and kissing each other, our eyes occasionally meeting those of the man next door. The old woman who had smiled at me earlier reached out and touched my calf. Oh… no wonder she was so kind.

My boyfriend leaned down and used his lips and tongue to caress my other labia, whispering that I shouldn't let anyone touch him.

As he pleased me, I comfortably placed my legs on his shoulders, my fingers running through the hair buried between his legs. I couldn't help but moan softly.

Being licked by my boyfriend in front of so many strangers excited me immensely, and soon, a surge of heat rushed to my cheeks.

New York Swing Club Chronicles (Part Two)

The energy was released within me, and I involuntarily let out a long sigh. Everyone knew I had just reached orgasm!

Satisfied, I got up and returned the favor to my boyfriend with equal passion. The middle-aged white man next door, with a slightly protruding belly, kept staring at us. He grabbed the buttocks of the young, flat-chested Asian woman beside him and thrust himself into her. The woman accepted silently and submissively, her face expressionless. The two of them engaged in this cold, emotionless act. The woman even reached out her hand to me…

I shifted my body slightly, lying face down on my boyfriend, our tongues entwining to convey our love. My boyfriend turned and pressed me beneath him, gently sliding into my wet body. Everyone saw us, naked, thrusting and writhing in front of a group of strangers, displaying our sexuality.

Next to us, another Black couple lay down. The woman grasped the man's penis and slid it up and down, while the man deeply inserted his fingers into her. The woman's pubic hair was trimmed into an interesting shape. She closed her eyes, moaning softly, her hips slowly undulating.

Across from us, another Asian couple was eyeing the couple beside them. The tall, thin Asian man with glasses was caressing the brown-haired woman intently licking her partner, while the Asian woman kissed her partner. Soon, it was the brown-haired woman licking the Asian man, and her partner was bent over to lick the Asian woman's genitals. I silently prayed that all four of them were healthy and free from disease.

Feeling a bit tired, I wanted to go home and rest. Before leaving, we took one last look at Eden Garden, which was just as crowded, men and women piled up, indistinguishable from one another.

The obese woman was still lying across the mattress, with different people beside her, moaning all around. Standing next to her was the man with the alluring physique. Taking advantage of the narrow space and the crowd, I intentionally or unintentionally touched the man's bare upper body. The man looked at me and began to touch my arm.

Hmm… just a taste, I thought, and my boyfriend and I turned and went downstairs.

Back in the changing room, I changed back into my old clothes, pushed open the door, and left this strange world, ending this adventure.

Wow! On this unremarkable street in New York, we had an incredible experience.

My boyfriend was still a little uneasy, feeling as if he had done something wrong. I was still excited, with a surge of emotion?

Having witnessed so much intercourse in one night, I knew that in such purely animalistic behavior, love—made my boyfriend and me different from others.

At 2:30 a.m., my boyfriend and I quickened our pace towards home, eager to throw ourselves into hot water, lathering ourselves with soap to thoroughly disinfect.

"Would you like to do it again?" my boyfriend asked.

"That would be a long, long time from now, I don't want to make it a habit," I said.

"I love you." My boyfriend gave me a kiss.

"The end."

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