They talked about it for weeks before actually doing it. Swingers clubs had come up in hushed late-night pillow talk, always as fantasy, a maybe-someday kind of thing. But tonight, Kora and Bruce were actually doing it. The Uber pulled up to the club’s discreet entrance—no neon, no flashing signs—just a dark facade with a subtle red glow and a velvet rope. Kora took Bruce’s hand as they walked in.
Bruce’s heart pounded in his chest. He could tell Kora was nervous too, but damn did she look stunning. Her tight black dress hugged her curves perfectly, cut low at the chest and high at the thigh, a show-stopper. Heads turned when they entered. She had that glow about her—the kind of curious, sweet energy that made people want to flirt and fantasize all at once.
They were greeted by a friendly host who explained the rules. Consent, respect, no cameras, no pressure. “There are drinks and dancing in the lounge, and private rooms in the back when you’re ready,” he smiled, handing them keycards. “Take your time. Explore.”
Kora leaned in, whispering in Bruce’s ear, “This place is gorgeous.” He could only nod, mesmerized by the way she moved through the crowd—confident but curious, aware of every set of eyes that landed on her.
They ordered drinks, made small talk, and slowly eased into the vibe. The lounge pulsed with low music, sultry lighting, and a gentle erotic current that wrapped around them like warm silk. Kora attracted attention quickly. Bruce wasn’t surprised—her flirtatious laugh, the way she cocked her head when someone complimented her—it all added up. Two men in particular caught her attention. Handsome, confident, one a bit older, the other more rugged and playful. She introduced them to Bruce: Derek and Tony.
The four of them talked for a while—about how it was Bruce and Kora’s first time, how they’d always been curious. Derek and Tony were experienced but respectful, and the conversation flowed easily. Bruce felt his nerves start to settle. That is, until Kora turned to him with a gleam in her eyes.…
