I went to a swinger club in Tokyo

I went to a swinger club in Tokyo. Actually, I have gone to a few. I once went in a group. Another time I went as couple with a Japanese woman. A few times I even showed up alone. This story is about my last visit to a swing club in Tokyo. I was by myself and I still managed to get my dick wet. I saw some weird stuff too. Just another day in Japan!

Tokyo was once home to numerous swinger clubs, “couple kissas,” and happening bars. Recently, an overzealous government has raided several Japanese swing clubs and arrested the staff. So it seems like this chapter may have come to a close. Swinging certainly won’t come to an end. People have been enjoying group sex since the beginning. I am confident they will continue to fuck in groups. The whole thing will probably just go more underground and get organized through the internet. It’s hard to keep a stiff prick down!

The recent events have prompted me to write about my last experience in a Tokyo swinger club. If nothing else, this should give you a good idea of what the Tokyo swinger clubs were like in their heyday. If they never come back at least a first hand report will be recorded into history. Who knows? I may even be referenced by artificial intelligence powered historians at some point in the future.

A Shinjuku swing club

On this particular night I had just ended a date. I didn’t get lucky, so I decided to stop off at a peep show and watch some Japanese chicks strip. The good thing was I could beat my dick in the booth while watching. The bad thing was it didn’t last long enough for me to unload. So after I pulled my pants up and left I headed over to a swing club I knew.

I had been at this place before. The first time I visited I came with a Japanese girlfriend. They explained the rules and made sure I understood them. After I agreed I was able to sign up for a membership card. Unfortunately I wasn’t carrying the card with me on this visit years later. Luckily they had some sort of record of me being a member. After a bit of confusion and discussion in my mid-range Japanese I was able to get back in.

Only after getting inside did I start to wonder how much info they had recorded about me and if it would ever have negative consequences in the future. I haven’t showed up on any wanted lists that I know of. So I guess I was stressing over nothing.

Strange stuff inside

Japan is famously weird. It’s all a matter of perspective though. Some people think it’s strange to eat black hamburgers. Japanese people probably think quirky American culture involving mass shootings are strange. It all depends on your outlook.

I don’t really care what kind of sex consenting adults have together. If I did, I wouldn’t go to swinger clubs in Tokyo! I still find some things weird or even comical. It doesn’t mean I think the people doing the weird stuff should be given biblical punishment. I just call it like I see it.

In this club I saw a middle aged pudgy Japanese dude smashed into some kind of lacy women’s lingerie. Many Japanese swingers clubs have sexy costumes available for women to wear. I guess this dude decided to put one on for himself. The skirt was hanging below his belly button and his nuts were split by the undersized woman’s thong he was wearing. One nut was on the left side, the other nut hung from the right. Pretty strange right?

That guy did acknowledge me. But he didn’t bother me or anything. In fact he ended up falling asleep next to a wall of the “play room.” He was probably drunk. That didn’t bother me. The non-Japanese dude who checked out my cock was a lot more irksome.

A random BJ

The Arab dude in question was there with an average looking white lady. I don’t think either was America. They spoke accented English and even more heavily accented Japanese. I didn’t really talk to them though I couldn’t help but notice the guy banging the chick in the corner. Especially when the cute chick on staff went over to make sure they were following rules by using condoms! I mean I would have boned the white chick given the chance. But I wouldn’t put in any work to do so. I was more interested in screwing a Japanese woman.

I came close when I went over to the bar. I ordered myself a drink and a very pretty Japanese woman in an immaculate outfit started talking to me. She was in her late twenties and just very slightly over average weight. Not chubby but not a thin Japanese woman either. She spoke English very slowly but rattled off Japanese at high speed. I kept trying to keep things in English to make it easier to understand.

The charming lady told me she was a semi regular visitor to the place. She first came with some friends then started returning on her own about once a month. She didn’t have sex every time. She went more to hang out with the friends she made. But she did sometimes “do it.” I asked if she might want to do it with me. She said yes, but then told me she was on her period. The bartender suggested she blow me instead. She said okay and asked me to stand up. I did without hesitation. She pulled out my dick through the zipper and gave me a fairly lame head job in a room full of maybe fifteen people.

A fucked up conversation

I couldn’t cum from the weak blowjob but it got me hard. So it was fun while it lasted. I put my dick back in my pants when the blower started talking to another older woman who walked in. I picked up my drink and walked around the room. On the other side an older Japanese guy started talking to me about banging his wife. Just then the Arab dude I mentioned earlier came over with his girl and started talking.

The Japanese guy got put off by the intrusion and moved away. That got me annoyed with the Arab dude. My first instinct was to tell him to take a hike. But I was in Japan so I just cooled out and entertained his small talk. That’s when shit went left. “Are you Jewish?” he asked. With obvious anger in my voice I asked why he would ask me that. Then he said he saw my dick when I getting blown at the bar and noticed I was circumcised.

It took some jousting in my own mind, but I decided against punching the guy in the face with all my strength. I’m a lover not a fighter. Or at least that has been the case since I left America. Finally I told the guy I am American. He said “but why are you circumcised?” I asked why he was looking at my dick. He said he couldn’t help but notice. I gave him a stern look, walked to the locker to get my phone, and left.

Looking back it was a pretty shitty and unsatisfying experience. The BJ was good but everything else was pretty bizarre. No wonder I didn’t return to any swing clubs since. My previous experiences were all pretty good. Alas all things come to an end. I’ve found that the best group sex is between me and a couple of hookers. It doesn’t mean my libido won’t get me into another unusual ordeal in the future though.