How I found my way into swinging at The Old Hell Fire Club, one of England’s more traditional style clubs, started with another cold night in London, after moving to the city three months ago, a city more well known for its dreary weather and rowdy football crowds then its sex clubs.
I’d always wanted to go to a swinging event and see what it was all about. After some searching I came across several clubs that looked to be promising. One that caught my attention happened to be near the train line. The website looked a little out of date but I was more interested in the quality of the event and the people attending to be honest.
I decided it would be best to go to a weekend event, that way i’d have more time and was sure the party would have a better turn out. I arrived at Waterloo station and took the train out. Arrived at the venue and was met by an attractive European woman who laid out the fee and membership arrangements. I was then instructed how the bar worked “The bar is for storing personal drinks bought before the event,” “we will mark them and serve them to you, as you would like throughout the night.”
It was early, and only a few other people had arrived. I sipped my drink and went for a look around, the layout was a mix of old-fashioned chesterfield lounges and chairs with some low lighting, adding a feeling of slight classiness to the place. I think it helps to keep things a bit classy in these situations..stops things from feeling seedy..unless of course, you like things that way..anyway this place wasn’t. The dress code reflected that with smart formal required. I had gone with a pair of dress slacks and a button-down shirt.
The bar was attached to the dance floor that had some dancing poles in the middle with private rooms flanking both sides of the dance floor. Downstairs had another area that doubled as a cinema room with a separate room for bondage and caning running off the side. A glory hole booth also appeared to be in the mix somewhere.
I wandered a little more and got chatting with some people, eventually I found a girl who was around my age and happened to be a teacher. We talked some and then agreed to head into a private room. Things were going well. We started kissing, and eventually started making love on a neaby bench. The encounter ended with a hot lustful bang of passion, we exchanged numbers and agreed to meet again at another place and another time.
I went back out to the bar, ordered another drink and headed into the large smoking area that was on the side of the building. The place was a little quiet to be honest. I guess being on the outskirts of London made things a little more difficult to access. I talked to several people before heading back into the bar.
The club runs many themed nights throughout the week and the year. The Halloween and Christmas parties are said to attract a few hundred people.
“Your boyfriend looks to be having some fun”
Next to the bar was a large private room with a glass front. I could see a couple in there, a man tied to the bed and another woman watching. The woman watching was watching her boyfriend, I knew this because I had seen them earlier in the night. She was attractive. Her nipples were pierced and her back covered by a large tattoo. I motioned her to come over. She opened the door and came out. “Your boyfriend looks to be having some fun,” I said. “perhaps you should too.” “You’re right,” she said, taking my hand and leading me over to the Chesterfield couch. She gently started sucking my cock. She was very good, an expert I’d have to say. I was moaning heavily and cumming again in no time.
I recovered and went back to the bar. This was my type of party. I spoke to the club manager Peter before finally staggering out into the night to catch the last train back to London. What a night I thought, other than being a little quite I couldn’t have asked for more. I returned to the club a few more times whilst living in London, even to the Halloween bash with a girl I had met out at a club. All were great. If you don’t mind the traveling I recommend the Hellfire club.
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