Another trip to the swingers’ club for Mrs Happy (my wife) and Mr Snappy (me).
If you've seen our profile you will know that Mrs Happy is a very sexy fifty- something with a great figure and a nymphomaniac. We’d enjoyed ourselves so much at the club whilst we were on holiday that we decided to book another weekend away so that we could return.
This time, we were staying in an upmarket hotel a little distance from the club and we planned to visit Saturday evening. We decided to book a taxi rather than drive. Unsure how busy the club would be on a Saturday evening, we decided to book the taxi to arrive as the club opened at 8pm. We had experienced other clubs on a Saturday evening and they could be extremely busy. Not knowing what this club would be like on a Saturday evening, we decided to book our taxi back to the hotel for 10:15pm. We figured this would give us a couple of hours and time to change. That would be long enough for some fun but not too long if it's either heaving or dead.
We had a little time before the taxi was due so we had a light snack and a drink before returning to our room to get ready. We took what we needed and locked away our valuables in the room safe. If you've read our previous stories, you may be aware that on a previous occasion I'd arrived at the club having left my cash at the hotel.
“Have you got your money?” asked Mrs Happy.
“Of course,” I replied, pulling a bundle of notes from my pocket. I replaced the cash back in my pocket and closed the zip before replying, “I’m not making that mistake again in a hurry.” I smiled.
Mrs Happy’s phone pinged. It was her taxi app letting us know that our cab had arrived. We made our way to the hotel entrance and there was our taxi waiting right outside. Excitedly, we got into the back and fastened our seat belts. Our taxi driver was pleasant and chatty and the fifteen-minute drive flew by. He dropped us outside the door to the club.
There was a gentleman stood outside as we approached the door. He was mostly bald, about five-foot ten tall and average build, mid-fifties. We later discovered his name to be Andy.
As we reached the white door, Andy said, “I've just tried it, but it doesn't seem to be open yet.” Just at that moment, the sign on the door was swung around from closed to open. Mrs Happy pushed the door open. We made our way inside to the reception desk.
“Are you member?” asked the guy behind the desk.
“Yes, we've....” I started to say. “Oh no! I've done it again!”
This time I'd left our membership card in my wallet, which was in the safe, in the hotel room.
Sheepishly I asked, “Can you check our membership through the computer?” I was relieved when he confirmed that he could, though not something they like to do. I was very grateful. I gave him my name and confirmed other details as requested. Satisfied, we were checked in, paid our cash and received a locker key and towels. Andy was now stood next to us, ready to check in.
We soon changed into our swimming costumes. What a costume Mrs Happy was wearing. It was the first time I had seen this particular costume on her and it certainly showed off her figure very nicely. It was an all-in-one swimsuit in various shades of pink. However, there was not very much to it. The front section above the waist was just two fairly narrow strips of pink material that then tied in a bow at the back of her neck. It left very little to the imagination and only just kept her d-cup boobs contained and nipples covered.
Once ready, we disappeared back downstairs to the poolside bar. Armed with two cans of Pepsi Max we found a seat at one of the poolside tables. There were not too many others around at that point. In fact, apart from us, there was just the barman and Andy.
Andy asked if we minded him sitting with us. “It seems silly me sitting on my own at another table.” We introduced ourselves and got chatting. Mrs Happy is always amazing at how she can get somebody to relay their life story in a few minutes. We soon knew lots about Andy, but all I will share here is that Andy was no stranger to getting his kit off.
It was still early and the club was exceedingly quiet. We were starting to think that booking the taxi for 10:15 might have been too late, but we could always sit and chat and have a drink.
I persuaded Mrs Happy to give it another go at getting into the pool. The last time we came here, we had tried the pool after the sauna and the Jacuzzi and it felt very cold. Mrs Happy tried a toe. “Ooh, still feels cold to me." Anything less than scalding usually feels cold to Mrs Happy so that was not too surprising. I walked down the first step into the water. To be fair to Mrs Happy, I would have preferred the pool to be a little warmer. I walked down the second step and put on a brave face as I tried to encourage her to get into the pool. Eventually, Mrs Happy took another step forwards and the water was now just below her knees. I went down another step and the water was now lapping at the bottom of my shorts. “I think they've forgotten to turn on the heater,” commented Mrs Happy as she turned and went back up the stairs. I was a little disappointed, but the water was too cold for most people.
By way of mitigation I suggested we try the Jacuzzi. That was much warmer. As I climbed in, I pressed the button to activate the bubbles. Andy asked if he could join us. We had no objections. With me sat on her left, Mrs Happy now had Andy sat on her right. I expected at this point he would make a move and start testing out Mrs Happy, but he just sat there chatting to us.
The bubbles to the Jacuzzi were making Mrs Happy’s swimsuit move about, showing even more of her boobs, if that was possible, as they bounced and wobbled with the water. My hand reached down between my wife’s legs which she obligingly moved apart to allow my fingers access to rub her pussy through the thin fabric of the swimsuit. As I gently rubbed I could see her nipples pushing more at the little fabric that covered them, as if trying to escape. Andy chatted away and seemed oblivious. Mrs Happy extended a hand between my legs and felt the stiffness of my erection through my shorts.
She muttered a satisfying “Mmm, I want it”, whilst licking her lips.
“Shortly,” I replied, “But first, what about our new friend?”
Mrs Happy turned to Andy and asked, “Am I ok to touch down there?” Andy smiled and seemed pleasantly surprised as he agreed. He seemed sweet, but not as confident as many of the people you see in these clubs. Mrs Happy slipped her right hand over his leg and felt for his penis. She played for a little while. I leant close and asked her what she thought. “Not very hard,” was the disappointed reply.
As we sat in the Jacuzzi, a few more people arrived, but it was still pretty quiet. A staff member was showing around a couple in their early thirties. They looked more nervous than excited. We debated if they would join, but thought that even if they did, they looked unlikely to be doing much on their first night.
Remembering the fun of the last time we were at the club, Mrs Happy suggested we move to the sauna. We climbed out of the Jacuzzi and grabbed our towels. Andy asked if we minded him joining us. We were glad to have some company. I headed into the sauna first and Mrs Happy called out, “I hope it's nice and warm.”
“Not really,” I replied, confused. Just then, a member of staff was passing and said they usually turned on the sauna at 9 o'clock. She manually turned it on but said it can take 30 minutes to warm up fully.
It was the same temperature in the sauna as the rest of the club so it wasn't cold, just not as hot as we’d expected. We decided to stay in there, anyway. Just like the last time, I headed to the lower of the two wooden benches at the far end. Mrs Happy sat next to me on the side bench, right in the corner. Andy took up position next to Mrs Happy.
I put my left arm around my wife and pulled her closer. We started to kiss. Andy, as polite as ever, asked if he could touch. “Please do,” I replied, briefly breaking from a passionate snog. I slipped my right hand under the little pink material that covered Mrs Happy’s left boob. I gently caressed and rubbed. She has very sensitive nipples that just love attention. I could see Andy was stroking her left thigh, his fingers slowly working their way towards her swimsuit. Mrs Happy moved position a little, bringing her left foot up onto the wooden bench she was sitting on and tucked it just behind where Andy was sitting. He now had unrestricted access to her inner thighs, with her legs spread.
Andy didn't need any further instruction and immediately started to rub her pussy through her swimsuit. He joked that it needed a fastener to release the suit to give access to the pussy. Mrs Happy simply pulled the pink material to one side to reveal her completely bald vulva. Andy started to rub her lips with his fingers, eliciting a groan of approval from my wife. In no time, her pussy was getting very wet. Things were warming up in the sauna, in many ways. With her right hand, my wife grabbed at my cock through my shorts.
“I want to be fucked,” she called out and told me to get my shorts off. I stood up and obliged. She had already demonstrated that her pussy was quite accessible just by moving the pliable material to one side. However, as Mrs Happy stood, she turned her back to me and said “Undo the bow.” I pulled on the bow at the back of her neck and the top part of the swimsuit dropped away, hanging from her waist. I didn't need to ask if Andy liked what he saw as her boobs were exposed for the first time that night. His cock may not have been too responsive earlier, but it was now growing quickly and clearly hardening up, though still not properly erect.
Mrs Happy then, in one quick move, dropped the entire swimsuit to the floor. “Which of you boys is going to fuck me first?” I suggested maybe our guest. Andy apologised that he didn't have any condoms. We took that to mean he wasn't ready, which was fine, there should be no pressure on anyone to do anything at the club. Mrs Happy turned to face me and started to suck my cock. Her now naked arse was in the air and her glistening pussy was on display to Andy – and anyone else who looked through the window into sauna. The barman had been out for a smoke and as he came back in, I saw him take a lingering look into the sauna. I guess he liked what he saw, but he had to get back to the bar.
Andy was now using his fingers to massage Mrs Happy's pussy with some very satisfied groans in response whilst she devoured my cock. She the turned 180 degrees, presenting me with her pussy. I knew what she wanted. I stood up and pushed my erect cock into the warm, very wet, hole. I pumped, doggy style for a little bit then suggested we explore more of the club and we could see who was now in. Mrs Happy gathered her swimsuit and wrapped the towel around the mid- section of her body. She led the way out of the sauna, leaving Andy and me to follow. She went up the stairs and across the landing, looking into side rooms.
“AH!” she squealed in delight, the glory holes. She immediately trotted into a cubicle and hitched up her towel before placing her bottom against the wall. I went the other side and started playing with her juicy pussy through the hole. A youngish guy, probably late twenties with olive skin and dark, greasy looking hair, was just walking past and stopped to admire the view, stood next to Andy. Mrs Happy called out, “Will somebody go downstairs and get a condom from the bar so you can fuck me!”
Both Andy and our new young admirer (I'll call him, Greaseball) disappeared downstairs to retrieve condoms. Andy was first back but decided that the glory holes were too low for him, and he couldn't bend comfortably at the knees to get down low enough, so we decided to move to a side room.
We opened the door to the blue room, which was essentially just a large bed with a wipe clean mattress. We crawled in through the door. I expected Andy to follow but with youth and agility on his side, Greaseball had nipped in front of Andy. Once inside, Greaseball turned and locked the door. He grinned at us like the cat that had got not just the cream, but the whole creamery. “Hello,” he said, without losing the grin as he looked from Mrs Happy’s face, to me and then back to her moist pussy.
His averaged, but very erect young cock, was already covered by a condom and looked as stiff as a log. Mrs Happy lay on her back, me next to her and we kissed. She parted her knees to let Greaseball know she was ready to be penetrated.
I watched as he moved forwards, pushing against Mrs Happy’s legs which he the then grabbed, one each hand, lifting them over his shoulders. The tip of his sheathed erection was just nudging against the salivating lips of Mrs Happy’s willy-milker. I watched as he thrust his hips forwards and easily slipped into Mrs Happy’s pussy. His young enthusiasm thrust in deep, pushing her lips apart. I resumed kissing Mrs Happy, a deep and passionate snog as Greaseball pumped his young stiff cock quickly in and out of her wet cardinal cock-socket. Greaseball shifted position so I pulled away from the snog to keep a watch on what he was doing. He was taking a break and chose to vigorously massage her clitoris. Mrs Happy gave an appreciative groan. We've been together many years and I know the difference between Mrs Happy being genuinely excited and faking it. “Fuck me.” She commanded. Greaseball got his protected rod and ploughed back into her wet pink fun tunnel.
Greaseball picked up the rhythm and pounded away, his hips like a pneumatic drill, driving the chisel (his cock) ever deeper. Mrs Happy gave him encouraging sounds (mainly in the hope he would cum quickly). “Oooh, aaahhh, yes,” my wife screamed out in fake ecstasy. “Come on, you naughty boy, let me have it!” she commanded.
Greaseball was revelling in this. He turned to me and said proudly, “I'm giving her the time of her life.” With that he slapped her on the arse. Mrs Happy is not averse to a little BDSM, but she's also not turned on by pain and hates a man treating like you wouldn't even treat an animal. The arse slap, followed by a second, was certainly not getting Mrs Happy into the mood for an orgasm.
A few more thrusts, sweat now covering his chest, and Greaseball was tossing back his head with loud groans, and a quiver of his hips. I smiled at him and said, “I think she's given you the time of your life.”
He pulled out of Mrs Happy and triumphantly sat back, whipping the condom from cock and casting it to one side, his pool of concentrated sperm on show in the teat.
Greaseball looked at us and said, “That's the first time I've had sex in forty- five days.” We were both shocked and unsure what to say. In a couple of minutes, he'd gone from uber-confident stud to relieved young man. I maybe should have been a bit kinder, but replied in disbelief, “Forty- five days! We have sex almost every day!”
Greaseball, satisfied, thanked us, unlocked the door and left. We both hoped that our new friend, Andy, was still around. Sure enough his head popped through the opening and asked, “Is there room for one more?”
“Definitely,” answered Mrs Happy, with a smile. We could see that Andy had been using his time waiting to good effect and already had a condom over his now hard penis. “You OK with doggy style?”
“Sure,” replied Andy, who I think would have been pleased with any style. Mrs Happy got on all fours, bottom in the air facing Andy. He slipped nicely into the already opened and lubricated pussy. His was the slower, more rhythmic pulses of an older gentleman. There was no hurried thrusting. Each push, went a little deeper and Mrs Happy started to push back to meet his forward drive. Soon they were into a great rhythm. I just lay naked, watching the carnal motion, playing with my own erection as another man fucked my wife.
Mrs Happy started to make ‘Happy noises' as sensual sex started to tingle the right receptors. Andy's reward was that it made Mrs Happy even more lubricated and vaginal walls would be starting to clench around his penis. I could see in his facial expressions that he was enjoying this, but wouldn't last too much longer. I could see from my wife’s movements and sounds that she was also building towards a climax. She picked up the pace and started to move her hips back and forth ever more quickly. Her panting became shorter, the “Aaahh's" louder.
“Give it to me you bad boy!” shouted Mrs Happy. I thought how unnecessary that instruction was because I could see from his face that he was about to do exactly that regardless of what he was told.
Mrs Happy's hips and bottom quivered. Andy's hips made a couple of extra powerful thrusts forward with a relieved “Aaahhh" from him. “That was fucking good. I hope you two enjoyed it too?”
“Definitely,” replied Mrs Happy with a genuine smile. Andy said he was done for the night and was going to get changed. We still had nearly thirty minutes until our taxi so we decided to stay in the private room and enjoy each other. Mrs Happy admitted that after Greaseball had been a little rough, her pussy was now feeling a little tender.
“You can cum in my ass,” my wife suggested to me. I didn't need asking twice. I took some of her liberal pussy juices and smeared it around her anus before lining up my excited cock. I gently pushed, at first thinking I wasn’t going in and then ‘pop', I was in. In no time I was in balls deep with long slow thrusts. Mrs Happy doesn’t tend to orgasm from anal sex, but she does so enjoy it. I love the tight feeling gripping my cock. It didn't take too long before my thrusts turned to spurts of cum being blasted deep into her colon. We rolled apart, wiped the sweat from our bodies decided it was time to call it a day. Just then, I saw the young couple from earlier, briefly look through our door at the two naked people inside. With little giggles like naughty children, they just carried on. As I made it to our door, I saw them disappear into another private room. They closed the door behind them and locked it. They clearly wanted to be on their own for their first time. Waiting outside our room, Mrs Happy emerged and asked what I was looking at. I explained. We walked across to their room and peeked through the window. The curtains were only partially drawn. Through the dim red light inside the room, I could see them kissing and she was now topless. She had a very petite, slim figure with quite small boobs. Mrs Happy tried the door, but they ignored us. Maybe next time we go, they will be back and ready to play with others.
With fifteen minutes to our taxi we changed back into our normal clothes. We decided to get a couple of cans of fizzy orange before we left. We were surprised to see a lot more people had more arrived, including a whole group sat around the bar, fully clothed. The barman asked with disappointment, “You're not leaving already? Things are just getting going.”
“We’ll be back soon and next time we'll come later in the evening,” we replied.
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