Salon d’Amour (Audio Script)

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“We should get going, babe. Mmmm, but if you’ve changed your mind…

we can just stay home and make ourselves comfortable here…”

He puts his hand around my waist, pulls me close and kisses me softly on the neck.

It feels so good when he does that… but before we have a plan to stick to.

If I don’t keep getting ready I think my nerves will really set in.

“No, no. We’re going through with it now.”

I smile and try to look calm, but my stomach is in knots. The good kind, I think.

I make my way over to the bed where the new dress I bought for tonight is lying out.

I carefully step into the dress and look at myself from all sides in the mirror.

The sheer fabric reveals way more than I’m used to.

“I don’t know. Is this a bit too much?”

“That dress looks like it was made for you, baby.

Besides, I think it’s a common style for these types of parties…”

What’s wrong with me?

I usually have no problem showing off my body.

I go to the sauna all the time at the gym, we sometimes swim naked in the sea when we’re on vacation… but this feels different.

We’ve been together for so long and have toyed with the idea of going to a swingers club.

At first it was just a fantasy, but over the years, we’ve started to really look into how to make it a reality.

The idea of being watched while we touch and tease each other is such a turn-on for us.

We roleplay about it all the time.

But then something always comes up: some reason to cancel the vague plans we’ve made—a work event, a dinner invitation from friends, or we’re simply too tired and decide to cancel last minute—but today we’re really doing it.

I slip into my high heels, bracing myself on the corner of the bed as I watch him button up his black shirt.

Normally his style is basic—jeans and a T-shirt—so when I see him now in a tight-fitting dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up a little to reveal his huge arms… it’s really sexy.

I can’t believe this amazing man is still mine after all these years.

That I get to explore this exciting—and maybe a little scary—new thing with someone so incredible. Someone I know I could trust in every way.

“Are you ready?”

“Just about.”

I can’t remember exactly why we chose this club in the end.

We spent a long time looking up different options, but Salon d’Amour seemed like a good choice for newbies like us.

The description of the place felt classy but not too serious, the dress code and rules seemed easy enough to follow. It’s an established place but doesn’t feel too intimidating.

The location is beautiful—it’s located inside an old manor house that has been converted into a swingers safe haven.

The photos on the website seemed surreal.

At my husband’s side, I walk along the gravel path to the entrance, which is lit by torches on long, thin poles.

The air is cool, but to the left and right of the entrance, there are blazing fire baskets giving off warmth.

The windows are dark and you can’t see what’s going on inside—for obvious reasons.

Only the delicate inscription on a brass sign next to the entrance tells us that we’re in the right place: Salon d’Amour.

Below it, five stars are embezzled on the plaque, almost like a luxury hotel.

As we take the steps up to the door, I notice my legs shaking a little.

I’m glad to have the support of his strong arm wrapped around my waist.

“Shall we?”

He looks at me and I see a brief flash of nervousness on his face, too.

I nod and offer him a sweet smile as he knocks on the door.

We step into a small lobby and a woman introduces herself as the hostess of the club.

We’ve already paid the entrance fee in advance, and everything—from drinks and the buffet to condoms—is included in the price.

The woman shows us directly to the checkroom.

We’re told to leave our cell phones there, as there is a strict ban on cell phones and cameras in the club.

I see many couples strolling through the hallways. My husband was right—I’m not the only one in a daring outfit here.

My heart beats faster at the idea of having sex in front of these total strangers.

How often have I fantasized about this? Just the thought of it gives me a thrill every time.

And now we’re really here… it’s finally happening.

I watch the other guests, trying not to stare, just taking in everything around us.

I wonder if they all have more experience than we do… or if some of them are also new to this whole thing.

We let ourselves drift along to the music and the murmur of voices, and soon we find ourselves standing at the bar.

The bartender is mixing some fun-looking cocktails for the patrons next to us.

Maybe we’ll treat ourselves to another drink later, but for now we pour ourselves two glasses of champagne.

“Cheers to us.”

“And to new adventures together.”

I take a long sip, the champagne tingling on my tongue.

In the dim light, I see lots of people our age, but also some younger couples and a few older guests.

The women are mostly dressed like I am, in form-fitting dresses or tight leather skirts.

Most of the men are wearing dress shirts with dark pants, like my husband, but I also see a few in tight latex tops and someone who is completely bare-shouldered walks past us.

Everyone is very relaxed… and yet there’s a kind of tense, romantic atmosphere in the air.

The thought of all the possibilities excites me.

My husband sips from his glass and lets his gaze wander around the room.

“This is really crazy, isn’t it?”

“Yes. But I’m so glad we’re here. Nobody here knows us… it’s kind of freeing. We can do whatever we feel like. Shall we have a look around?"”

“Absolutely. I’m curious about the play rooms.”

Together, we explore the club’s rooms.

On the lower floor, everything still looks innocuous—the bar, a room with a fireplace and sofas.

It’s cleverly constructed to provide room for the guests to mingle. There are a lot of little nooks where people can sit together and chat privately, too.

We make our way to the top level. Dark colors dominate here—walls and ceilings painted cherry red and midnight blue, with heavy velvet curtains that muffle sound.

One room we pass is completely furnished with mirrors, there are even some hanging from the ceiling.

In the next room, we discover a wellness area with open rain showers and make-up tables.

I make a note of that for later.

Suddenly we hear something from one of the rooms down the hall…

My husband turns to me with a raised eyebrow and a mischievous smile.

I nod at him and pull down the hallway, making my way toward the sound.

It’s so dark that you can only guess at the dimensions of the room.

The walls are in the shadow of the warm lighting, which is directed at a four-poster bed in the middle of the room.

Although there are curtains all around the bed, the sheer fabric allows you to see everything.

Two people are kneeling opposite each other on the bed, one hand between each other’s spread legs, while they kiss.

A couple like us, but obviously a few steps ahead in their journey by the look of how confident they are, showing off for the room.

I’m fascinated by the sight of them… watching their naked bodies intertwined, their kiss passionate and desperate as they explore each other’s bodies.

“They’ve probably been here before.”

“I’m sure they have. Look at them.

Look at her. She’s gorgeous…”

Oh no. That slipped out louder than I intended.

The woman on the four-poster bed suddenly stops, looks in our direction, her gaze lingering on me.

As if in slow motion, she gestures with her index finger for me to come closer.

This is my chance.

“Should I go to her?”

“It’s now or never, babe.”

I kiss him, a sweet little peck on the cheek, before turning on my heel and walking to the bed.

As I stand right in front of them, the man pushes aside the curtain so I can join them.

I slip my shoes off and sit down on the soft bed.

“Hey, gorgeous.

Do you want to join us?”

It’s been so long since I last did anything with a woman…

I place my hand in hers and she pulls me close. Our lips touch and she gently squeezes my breasts.

I let my hands slide over her shoulders, down her back, further to her waist.

When she reaches for the hem of my dress with a questioning look to slip it over my head, I give her a shy nod.

“You’re gorgeous.”

“Thanks, so are you.”

Now we’re kneeling in front of each other, our hands exploring each other’s bodies. She leans forward, taking one of my chest in her mouth and flicking her tongue over it.

Her partner, who has only been watching us so far, moves his left hand between her legs again.

His right hand glides up and down his cock as he plays with her.

He watches her intently, her lips moving across my chest, eager to tease me.

I’m mesmerized by them, too. I love seeing how wet his fingers are when he pulls them out from between her legs, only to let them slide back in again.

His cock is so hard, twitching in his hands every time she lets out a moan.

It’s a bit like watching porn… but in real life. Instead of just watching, I’m a part of it.

Her hands continue to explore my body, and even the simplest touch feels good, like all my senses are heightened…

I hear the curtain rustle and my husband steps into view. He has a huge smile on his face.

“You look so hot right now.”

I can feel his breath on my ear.

“Come on, spread your legs for me.”

I do as he says.

He settles on the bed behind me and I feel his hard cock slide between my legs from behind.

As I move my hand down to tease myself, I can feel just how wet I already am.

Mmm, it feels so good, my fingers on my clit while my husband fills me up… while a stranger takes my chest in her mouth.

The other man watches us carefully.