A first glance at the swinger clubs in Barcelona

(Caresse is telling the story)

We decided to spend a few days in Barcelona, just before the New Year’s Eve: the weather is milder there and, more importantly, our house was to be stormed for a couple of days by a squad of friends of our daughter… We preferred not to endure this!

As a matter of fact, the weather in Barcelona was extraordinarily nice in comparison of the freezing cold we had for Christmas, just a few days before, in the north of France, and we were even able to have our lunch outside at a sunny terrace close to the beach in La Barceloneta. Alpha had me walk a lot across this marvellous city and wanted to show me his preferred places like the Ramblas, the Barri Gotic, the Passeig de Gracia and its extraordinary houses designed by the famous local architect, Antonio Gaudi, at the beginning of the 20^th century… From the top of La Pedrera, we could also enjoy the towers of La Sagrada Familia in the distance…

But we had few positive data about the local swinger clubs. We hesitated and had a hard time choosing one on the list. We finally opted for one which is easily reachable by the public transportation system, close to one of the main axis of traffic, because we did not want to take our car due to the extreme difficulty to find a parking space in that city. That club opens at 5 p.m. – which seemed very early – but we did not think of going there earlier than 8 p.m.

For the sake of my own comfort in the subway, I decided to put black trousers under my black mini skirt, I thought that I would undress upon arrival at the club. Both of us were dressed in black, Alpha having put his black leather trousers that I like so much! How beautiful he is like this, I would immediately jump on him to make love! We leave our hotel and take the metro, we arrive quickly at our destination and find the club at the right address: it is located in an innocent, residential street, the door is very discrete with just a small sign displaying its name next to the door bell… We could have missed it easily.

We ring the bell. The door opens soon, a charming man is opening it, with a smile... He talks to us in French and asks whether it is our first visit here. We nod and he then proposes to have us tour the facilities. We first find a bar with some lounge stools and benches, low tables and a billiard. A small sex alcove is also arranged in this section which is open to everyone, including single men.

Behind a thick curtain, we then discover the “couples only” area. It is made of several mattresses grouped in small “islands”. Couples may invite single men there, but these men then have to remain with the inviting couple and are not allowed to interfere with other couples. We tour this section rapidly: the mattresses are wide which indicates that guests probably like orgies where many people from both genders mix together in groups of up to 12 or 14 people. One large mattress also has three glory holes communicating with the bar… We finish our visit with the cloakroom and come back to the bar from the billiard side.

We like this place at first glance, we decide to stay at the bar for a while. It is still quite early for Spanish habits and obviously, customers are not here yet. Only 3 single men are sipping their drinks, plus the barman and the club owner. I take advantage of the cloakroom and come back in my sexy outfit: a small black lace top, black mini skirt and stockings, high heels… Like I dress, most of the time, in our usual French clubs. But I rapidly get the impression that it might be too sexy here…

We order our drinks and sit on the bar stools, and I start realizing that some unpleasant play is starting around me. One after another, the single men go to the billiard and sit there, they start gazing at me from head to toe, not looking in my eyes, I feel very much like a piece of meat or even worse, a free whore whom the customers are gauging before using her! What a horrible feeling!

Suddenly, the owner proposes to Alpha a pool game with the other men. But he declines the invitation, I really appreciate it because I feel worse and worse in front of those disrespectful men, in my opinion they are truly sex-starved guys, not my kind of sex play partners.

The door bell is ringing. A couple enters the club, the woman kisses everyone… except us, she does not even look at us, she doesn’t say hello, but we guess that she is a regular member of this club. After just a few words exchanged with the men, she disappears with one of them  behind the curtain of the couples section. Very rapidly, we hear her “sing” a pleasure song… they come back to the bar only 5 minutes later.

Then, she takes another man and starts the whole same thing again.  After a few minutes, she is back and takes the last remaining guy. I am seriously wondering who she is. I tend to think that she is a professional prostitute who is paid by the club owner, I never saw a swinger woman behave like that in France. I think that the owner called her on the phone, because he did not figure out what to do with us. The guy who came with her remained sitting at the bar for the whole time, probably her “coach”!

We won’t know anyway, I’m fed up with the atmosphere of this club, it is not what we were expecting at all. I dress back in the cloak room ad return with Alpha. The woman then asks us to join them behind the curtain… They seem to be waiting for us to have sex with them in this brothel, a complete nightmare! Alpha tells the owner that we have to go. The guy seems to be a bit astonished but Alpha explains that we haven’t had dinner yet – which is true, by the way – and that we intend to return after dinner. Fortunately, this club offers no snacks, no tapas… we really have to go out!

Perhaps we did not pick the right date for this club, it was the evening before the New Year’s Eve and it was a working day. But I’m not fully sure that the behaviour of the male customers is really different the other days. They come here to have their balls milked, they are looking for easy bitches and they obviously mix swinger women with prostitutes, they make no difference! Maybe we’ll try again in Barcelona, but surely not here, we don’t want to face such a situation again!

Finally, we return to the downtown area and find a nice, old-fashioned restaurant. A charming, French-speaking waiter from North Africa serves us our dinner and transforms our last evening in Barcelona into a good memory. We’ll bring back with us an overall good memory of this city anyway, and we definitely want to return to further explore it, but the city’s swinger side will need more careful attention!

(After a few months and further discussions on a swinger forum, we have identified two other clubs which were strongly recommended to us. We’ll visit them during our next trip to Catalunya)