When watching some internet porn on a Saturday night, on a whim I did a search of sex clubs and swinger groups in my city. One of them fascinated me. A gay/bisexual club, but on a Saturday night the doors were open to all. Gays, lesbians, swingers, transexuals and singles, all were welcome.

I'm single, 40, overweight and plain, professionally well off yet shy and awkward, in short frustrated.

The man who answered my call was very friendly, and was happy to tell me all about the club and answer my questions. I said I'd leave it for another week because I could not get there until midnight and he laughed and replied that the place would have a good crowd until the early hours.

Putting down the phone I felt my heart beating rapidly. He'd said why not go there and just take a look, nobody was going to force me into anything I didn't want.

In the carpark about midnight my courage failed me. I procrastinated for at least ten minutes until the door opened and a man came out. Seeing me he smiled and held the door open and before I knew I was inside.

The staff were helpful. One showed me the locker room where I undressed. I wrapped a towel around me and slipped a short robe on top.

I went to the lounge first. Apart from the men, I saw one other woman with a partner and two or three transexuals.

One man caught my eye, so when I smiled he came over. Basically when I asked him to show me around he obliged readily.

There was the swinger lounge, the private rooms, the room showing porn on a big screen,the steam and sauna, but what caused my heart to flutter was the very dark orgy room. My eyes adjusted to the gloom. There seemed to be a large vinyl covered bed in the centre of the room. White naked blurs moved around. My companion groped me , rubbing against me. I had to start some where so I removed my towel.

We laid down, his cock went so smoothly inside me I was a little surprised. It had been so, so long I thought I'd be tight. It wasn't a quick fuck, he pumped me for a good while. A man laid down near us. I could see him him stroking his cock feet from my face. I reached out and touched it. He let me play with it.

When my partner went soft, he stood up and seem to fade into the gloom. I encouraged my new partner to get on top and he did. It never occurred to me at the time but wearing no condom and entering into a pussy that had possibly another man's cum in it didn't appear to worry him.

After that I took a quick shower, left my robe and glasses in the locker and went back for more.

Since that first time I've had many return visits and the memories all merge. The overview is that I take them as they come, with or without condoms. I've learnt how to give blowjobs and swallow. I've had semen splash on my face and tits, even as another is fucking me. Cocks to right of my face and cocks to the left, some one brave enough to lick a soaked pussy down below, I've done it all.

How many men in a night, I don't know. I go until I cum, take a break, then go for my second before leaving. I've formed attachments with some regulars, but they know I want that dark room.

I remember as I left that first time, that I was happy, I'd done it and gotten it out of my system and that I'd never be back. Unfortunately not, a month later the urges were there again, and this time I knew what I wanted and how to get it.

It's a high risk way to have fun, but I can't help myself. There will always be another night in that black room.

I appreciate this venue giving me a chance to talk about a very secret part of my life.