The night I popped my swingers club cherry at The Attic in Derby

It was raining hard, and I was starting to regret my decision to visit a swingers club with my partner. As I walked to the door as my nerves were seriously kicking in. The walk from the sizeable off-street carpark to the clubs doors seemed to take ages, but I was glad I had brought a brolly with me.

This was my first visit to a swingers club, and while I knew what to expect, nerves were taking their toll on my resolve to go through with it. When we arrived at the large purple doors, it was a choice of brave the rain again or go inside. I bit the bullet and stepped inside.

Opening the door had us entering a sort of airlock with a little window through which we paid our entrance fee before being buzzed in. We had stopped by the Attic club in Derby as it is relatively local to us and I wanted to see what swingers clubs were like on the inside.