“Would you be interested in going to a swingers club with me? Wouldn’t like to share you with anyone but I like more the idea of it. PDA in public, Hellfire Club or AbFab, whichever you prefer. Could we talk on the phone and discuss?”

Oh WoW. What an invitation. Hell yeah! Let’s speak on the phone.

Of all first date scenarios I’ve ever been proposed this was the boldest. I’ve swinged before with Killing Kittens, a London based member’s club that organises this type of sex parties. After that I moved to Skirt Club, a fully feminine ladies’s only sex scene. But Hellfire? Never heard of it. Apparently it’s open most days, can’t wait to see what kind of clientele gathers there.

From Kensington it took us 45 mins or so to reach the club. It was situated in a calm, nondescript area surrounded by what seemed to me were storage buildings. It was 10pm, there was nobody around, no music, nothing to suggest that we had arrived at a swinging sex scene. Mr H led me to an unmarked door and pressed the bell. A man let us in, checked our tickets. It was the first time I heard faint music in the background but I imagined that it was still too early.

Mr H had been here before and decided to show me around.

The reception desk was tucked in the right corner of this first room; immediately on the left near the entrance was a sofa where, much later, we sat waiting for our Uber  ride back home. Several puns and welcome signs on the walls, but still, a pretty empty scene.

We walked on and stepped into a bigger central room. A stair leading to the floor above was on the left, on the right were the dungeons. Mr H took my hand and led me to the right.

We were suddenly surrounded by three or four different rooms each with its own kind of torture equipment. All furniture was black. Anyone could look in and anyone inside them was meant to be seen by whomever passed by. There was a padded headboard in the first room on the left on which a lady in a fetish type body suit leaned exposing her buttocks to her partner who was standing nearby. On the floor there was a big open suitcase with all kinds of fetish items, toys, canes, paddles, whips, ropes, you name it. They were warming up to a session of her being relentlessly spanked.

There was nobody yet in the other rooms so we walked on. Next came an outdoor area with a second stair leading upstairs to the first floor where the bar was and from where the music came. We walked up. The first floor actually looked like a living room with sofas surrounding a big square central table. There were a few poles nearby and I wandered whether they served to tie people to them. There were more individuals mingling here, the music was louder and there were other doors and rooms all around. I believe that the open area between the sofas and the bar was some kind of dance floor. Mr H continued to show me around and led me to every room. The first door on the left was a small cinema showing porn movies. Perhaps twenty chairs in four rows. A single guy sat there wanking. Mr H told me that if anyone used the room diagonally across the dance floor a camera there broadcasted their activity live directly to this screen so everyone could sit and watch.

Further on the left, before the bar, there was a room where you could lock yourself in. It was for those who wanted some privacy. Later on Mr H and I locked ourselves more than once in this room.

When still passing by the sofas I saw a man sitting there and a girl on her knees on the floor, facing him, like a dog waiting to be told what to do. She just sat there without moving and looked strictly only at her man. She had a collar and a latex or leather type outfit. He was also still, they didn’t speak to each other, it all seemed very weird to me.

We took our drinks and sat on the couch next to them. I felt really horny by now and begun kissing Mr H, touching him, asking him what he would like to do. Mr H is bisexual so ideally at some stage he’d like to invite a couple to join us, perhaps suck the guy’s cock with me, but first he loved making a woman cum and wanted to do a lot of that with me. We went to the room with the key and locked ourselves in.

On each side of the bed there were tissues, a big roll of paper and a spray to wipe the bed clean before leaving, condoms and wet wipes. Finally we could let ourselves go. Tension had been building from the moment Mr H picked me up in Kensington just over an hour ago. In no time I was naked, on the bed, legs wide open for him. On and on and on he liked to please me, make me cum, kiss me and then do it again. I wanted to undress him too, kiss and lick him everywhere but he wouldn’t let me do that until he was satisfied with my pleasure.

Three orgasms later I pushed him around, undressed him, begun teasing him but he was so aroused and on edge that he stopped me and suggested we went out again, had another drink and looked for a couple to join us.

The scene outside was now very different. More crowded. I begun fantasising about being watched. The lady I saw seated on the floor like a dog was now tied to one of the poles writhing as her men very slowly pinched her nipples. She was completely submitted to him. They seemed to be enacting some sort of private dynamic, oblivious to what went on around them. But there was a new element this time. Seated in her very revealing bdsm outfit another girl had attached herself to them and waited patiently for her turn. She also desired ro be a slave.

I noticed a written sign on the wall above the bar. It said that the regular SWISH (SWIngers & fetISH) night is on a Saturday - specifically the 3rd Saturday of each month, from 9pm to 2am. I then wondered…… if tonight is not fetish, what on earth goes on during SWISH?

We walked down again to check on the dungeons. The lady who was being gently spanked earlier and only emitted faint moans was now positively screaming with pain. Still, she didn’t move. She seemed to want all that pain, oh god, how will she be able to sit for the rest of the week? Her screams were loud and there were quite a few voyeurs gathered to watch. But Mr H didn’t really enjoy this display of pain so he took me back upstairs.

We made our way back to the same room and locked the door, but this time I left the wide window overlooking the dance floor open. I rolled up the curtains tight so that anyone could watch us being naughty on the bed. This way we might also attract a couple to join us. I undressed immediately and followed Mr H who still wanted to eat me. It was true - being watched is extremely arousing. It was insane looking at the window and seeing various wide eyed faces popping up, people wanting to join us, people sharing in our fun. Soon enough there was a couple leaning on the ledge. I asked Mr H whether he’d be happy if I let them in. No time wasted. I unlocked the door and welcomed them.

They were middle aged, perhaps late forties. She was Latina, and he, I’d say, from Eastern Europe. I didn’t like the fact that he was somewhat pushy and I tried to minimise my interaction with him preferring her. I also wanted to involve them with Mr H’s bisexual side and suck our new friend’s dick together. How hot and horny it was to lick that shaft with Mr H. It all happened very fast. The Latina removed her top and I found myself sucking her nipples. Her boobs were marvelous. Perfect sized, perky, toned. Her partner though was getting impatient again, he noticed he didn’t have much leeway with me but I wanted to keep them for Mr H, to help him have the best orgasm ever. In the guise of a tease I asked the Latina whether she would suck Mr H’s nipples, something he loved and she obliged instantly, meanwhile I kissed and bent to suck her man again. The scene was momentarily so hot, it seemed to me we all rode the same intense wave of arousal. Mr H, completely stimulated, slowly stroking his own dick suddenly came on the bed spraying his cum in front of us.

WOW.

The couple very soon vanished. Mr H stood still, enjoying the after waves of orgasm. We  felt very chilled and happy. We got dressed. Wiped the bed clean. Went downstairs, sat on the aforementioned couch and ordered an Uber to take us back home. WHAT A BRILLIANT EVENING.