First Time at the Swingers Club: Shattered Innocence
We pulled up to the swingers club near the Bourse on a quiet weekday afternoon. Hearts hammering. We’d talked fantasies for months—watching others, showing off, light caresses maybe. No full swaps, no guys for her, no touching for me. Just the thrill. Marion looked killer: leather skirt, boots, black stockings, bustier, nothing underneath. Rookie mistake,…