Happy & Snappy clubbing sauna

Names have been changed, but otherwise this is based on a true account of an afternoon in August 2025.

Away for the weekend, Mrs Happy and Mr Snappy (me) decided to spend Sunday afternoon at one of their favourite clubs.

We drove down to the promenade road and admired the sun glinting off the sea. People were scattered across the golden sands, but this being Britain, a cool breeze blew off the sea, so there was very little flesh on display. Where Happy and Snappy were heading, there would be plenty of flesh for the eyes to feast upon.

Excitedly we parked at the club. Grabbing our one small bag, we headed towards the anonymous white outer door. Once inside the first door, we buzzed the intercom and heard the click as the inner door latch released. Eagerly we scurried through the inner door to the reception desk, like a couple of children knowing we were being mischievous.

The owner was sat behind the desk and greeted us with warm smiles. Happy and I were dressed just like any other middle- aged couple off the surrounding street or the nearby promenade. It was deliberate. We didn't want too much attention until we were inside the club. Mrs Happy wore a simple, long dark green dress – no cleavage on display today – not yet, anyway. The loose dress did little to draw attention to the wonderful, sexy, slim figure beneath. I handed over the membership card and we chatted feverishly with the owner. I plunged my hand into my pocket to retrieve some cash.

“Oh no!” I exclaimed, I'd left my wallet at the hotel. Mrs Snappy checked her pockets. The two- pounds, twenty pence and a button was hardly going to meet the requirements for the Sunday entrance fee. If only the owner had realised what Mrs Happy was hiding under that simple plain dress, he would have surely let us in for free.

Apologising to the owner, we headed forlornly back out the doors and to our car. As we headed back to the hotel, we discussed whether to just have fun in our room rather than drive back to the club. By the time we were back in the hotel though, our thirst for something even more exciting had built again and we were once more excited at the thought of returning to the club.

I quickly retrieved my wallet and in no time we returned to the club. The journey seemed to take an age but also flew by quickly, in that time-paradox way that happens when you are so excited with anticipation. The owner was pleased to see we had returned quickly. Cash was exchanged for a locker key and towels. Happy and I made our way inside. The chlorine aroma of the swimming pool filled the air as we made our way to the changing room, whilst taking in the surroundings, especially noting the people around the open areas by the pool, which dominated the main area.

Just before the changing room, Mrs Happy clocked a guy in a quiet corner, watching porn on the TV whilst playing with his very impressive cock that resembled a large, thick black dildo. We would meet Clive again later.

I changed into a pair of red swimming shorts. Mrs Happy donned a sexy black two piece bikini, edged with gold patterned decoration. Clocking Mrs Happy, a gentleman who had just finished changing back into his civvies, noted that he needed to pop out for food, but would be back shortly. He reeked of the stale smell of a smoker, not something that Mrs Happy found attractive.

We walked out of the changing room in our swimwear, carrying our towels, onto the balcony overlooking the pool area and noted just one person, a man of very mature years who was on his own in the Jacuzzi. Returning down to the poolside, Mrs Happy ordered a couple of drinks from the bar and we made our way to a table by the poolside where we relaxed, supped our drinks and chatted. The men in the club started to emerge from whichever room, nook and dark crevice they'd been in, drawn out by the pheromones of a sexy woman on heat. Soon there were six, then seven men around the pool, strutting in their towels, wrapped around the middle of their bodies, leaving the mind to conjecture on what the fabric concealed.

A tall white guy with wispy grey thinning hair, strutted past, being careful to pull in his stomach. Smiling, he said, “Hello”, gazing at the ample sexy cleavage teased by Mrs Happy as she relaxed, sitting back in her chair, sipping her drink. She knew she was the centre of attention: the main attraction: the only attraction. Mrs Happy smiled and said, “Hello", back. The guy, we later discovered to be Andy, was ok, but not really what she was hoping for.

Another guy emerged from a side room by our table. He was a bald, tall, slim, white guy, with a dark, almost black, beard and moustache. He smiled and nodded his head towards us whilst giving Mrs Happy a look up and down. A lick of his lips gave away his thoughts: he liked what he saw. The guy, (we later found he was called Brad) walked past us and proceeded to the Jacuzzi. Mrs Happy was sat with her back to the hot-tub, which was about twenty feet behind her. She didn't see Brad as he removed his towel and climbed into the gently bubbling hot water. However, I saw that Brad was packing quite an erection of a very long, slightly banana shaped white cock. Brad was about the same girth as me, but maybe an inch or so longer. I smiled at Mrs Happy because i Knew she was going to have a good time.

Mrs Happy was smiling back, but little did I know that it was because Clive was now approaching our table from behind me. When he got to us he smiled and said “Hi” in a deep gravely voice. With his white towel wrapped around his middle, it only served to make his dark muscular chest look even bigger and darker under a mat of greying short black curly hairs. Never socially shy, Mrs Happy soon had Clive in conversation and found out he was from Manchester. He'd come to the club for the day, preferring it to the Manchester venues. Clive asked if he could join us. We agreed, Mrs Happy, very eagerly agreed with a big smile. Clive pulled out the chair next to Mrs Happy and sat down, clearly looking down the cleavage of Mrs Happy as he did so.

We sat chatting, just small talk, bits about Manchester and the universities we went to. We then pretended to not know the club (it had been a while since we'd been, but we were fairly familiar with it). Clive was happy to explain all the different rooms and facilities. When he mentioned the sauna, Mrs Happy's eyes lit up and she sat upright. I knew where this was going and commented “Ooh, you like it hot,” and smiled.

“Let's take a look at the sauna,” suggested Mrs Happy, standing up and grabbing her towel before commanding Clive to show us the way.

As we followed the tall, broad man, aged about 50, I noticed the other men around the pool were watching us making our way around the pool. We reached the corner of the pool and Clive stood to one side and indicated for us to go through. Ahead was a wooden door with a window in it. I pulled the door open and walked into the empty sauna. It was a simple sauna with two- levels of wooden benches down one side and across the end opposite the door. The walkway was the width of the door, but the sauna was long enough to seat about four people along one level of the side bench. The lighting was bright. I was relieved that whilst the temperature was hot, it was much cooler than most saunas I've been in which would have made things too hot and sweaty for vigorous exercise. I headed straight to the far end and sat on the bench right in the corner, with Mrs Happy sat next to me on the long side bench. I’d positioned myself where I could easily observe everything, but also next to my wife. I knew my role was direct events and keep Mrs Happy safe and enjoying the afternoon.

As soon as we're sat down, we started to kiss, a deep passionate kiss with tongues wrapped around each other. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Clive drop his white towel to reveal an enormous black circumcised cock. It was easily nine inches long and as thick as Mrs Happy's wrist. I pulled away from the kiss, smiled at my wife and indicated with a little nod and gesture of my eyes that I thought she would like what I could see. Turned slightly away from Clive, she mouthed back, “I know” and smiled.

We resumed our passionate kissing, anticipating what would be coming next. Then I saw the face of another man, Dave, peering through the window of the door. I beckoned for him to come in. He didn't need asking twice. Dave came and stood in front of Mrs Happy and dropped his towel to the floor. Dave was a thin, wiry guy in his late sixties. The old wrinkled flesh hung off his skeleton. He gripped his small cock in his right hand and pulled on it to a semi-limp state, about three inches in length. I was busy playing with Mrs Happy's right boob which I’d freed from her bikini top. Clive was stroking her left thigh. With no objection from either of us, Clive took this as encouragement and asked if he could free the left boob. Mrs Happy’s bikini top obediently fell away, revealing her ample D-cup tit with a nipple so erect that it stood out an inch. Clive took no more encouragement and quickly lowered his head to suck on the inviting nipple. Mrs Happy groaned. She has always enjoyed sensitive nipples.

The sauna door opened and in walked Brad, followed by Andy. They quickly dropped their towels and began playing with their very erect cocks. Whilst sucking on Mrs Happy’s left boob, Dave had slid his left hand onto her left thigh and gently stroked up and down. It was obvious where he wanted to explore. Mrs Happy moved her legs wider. Clive started to rub the outside of her bikini. I asked how wet was she and was told to check for myself. I pulled her bikini bottoms to one side, exposing her bald pussy for all to see.

I slid two fingers into her exposed pussy which elicited a groan from Mrs Happy. I confirmed that she was indeed very wet and juicy. Meanwhile, Clive repositioned to place the pink end of his huge cock next to Mrs Happy's mouth. She needed no asking and immediately tasted it with her tongue before opening her mouth wide around the large phallus. Dave's old eyes widened as his gaze flicked quickly between Mrs Happy sucking the big cock and Mr Snappy with two fingers in a very wet, bald pussy. I watched as Dave moved closer, trying to cum on Mrs Happy’s right tit. His small cock twitched and a little cum oozed and dripped on the floor. Mrs Happy didn't see it. Her eyes were closed as her mouth devoured Clive’s rock-solid penis. Clive put his head back and groaned in delight as he thrust his cock deeper. I thought she’d gag on such a large cock so deep into her throat, but to my surprise, she seemed so caught up in the energy of the moment, she just relaxed and let Clive thrust away.

Andy had now swapped places with Dave, who had sat on a bench to recover. Andy's pale pink cock was fairly average and a little wrinkled as it struggled to get fully erect, probably from too much play earlier in the afternoon. With his right hand trying to stimulate his uncut cock, Andy leaned forwards and brushed Mrs Happy’s wet slit with his left hand. I withdrew my fingers from the juicy pussy to give Andy free access. Andy was soon working the lips and clit whilst getting his cock into a more useful state.

I just sat back and gently stroked my very erect cock, watching Mrs Happy sucking on Clive's cock, Brad was now stood playing with his good size erection and Andy was pleasuring Mrs Happy’s pussy, which was making squelching noises audible above the moans thanks to the amount of juices she had flowing. Another face appeared at the door to the sauna and seeing the fun inside, he soon came in and dropped his towel to the floor.

Mrs Happy pulled away from Clive's cock and looked around the sauna with a big smile. She turned to me and said “thank you.” We kissed a deep passionate kiss, the taste of Clive's cock still on her lips.

When we broke off, we saw that Clive had now climbed down off the bench and was stood in front of Mrs Happy. “I would love to fuck that pussy,” he said, wiping his fingers across her very wet lips.

“Get a condom on, then,” replied Mrs Happy, “and you can take me doggy style.” With that she stood up and removed her bikini bottoms. She leaned over and took my cock in her mouth as she braced for what was to come next. Clive, in his excitement, was fumbling the condom, trying to get it over his cock. Eventually ready, he took up position behind Mrs Happy. Two naked guys stood to my right, the benches were on the left and two more naked guys stood behind Clive, in front of the sauna door. Clive pushed gently in with a gasp of pleasure from my wife. I was in ecstasy as a good rhythm got going, including Mrs Happy's mouth around my cock. I then noticed another face peering through the window into the sauna, but the entrance was already blocked so all they could do was watch, as best as they could see around the naked bodies.

Clive picked up the rhythm and pounded Mrs Happy, but after a couple of minutes in the heat of the sauna, they needed to change position. Clive sat on the bench to the side and Mrs Happy sat on his lap, impaled on his huge cock. She jiggled around and up and down, her breasts swinging freely. It was all too much for another of the watching posse as a stream of cum flew out across the floor.

It was all too much for Clive too, who started to ‘ooh' and ‘ahh' with a face to match the orgasm he was feeling. Mrs Happy stood up and looked around the small room. She wasn't even bothered to look at the filled condom Clive pulled from his cock. She asked me afterwards if she'd made Clive cum and I told her that without the condom, it would have been running out of her in streams.

I looked around the sauna and saw that Brad still had a good erection and a cock perhaps a little longer than Clive's, even though the girth was not as big. I asked him if he wanted to get a condom on it. His eyes lit up and dived out of sauna in search of a fresh condom on the window ledge. It took seconds for him to be back with condom in place. Mrs Happy took up position, bent over, resuming sucking on my cock which was still rock hard with all of this excitement. Brad slipped into Mrs Happy’s very wet and stretched pussy with no problem. I thought he might struggle after the girth of Clive, but Brad stepped forwards, interlocked feet with Mrs Happy and fucked her like a prize bull. She was soon screaming in delight and from the facial expressions, I could tell she was approaching her first orgasm of the afternoon. Her pitch and volume rose as the pace quickened and her very vocal orgasm tipped Brad over the edge and another filled condom.

Mrs Happy needed a rest and suggested we find one of the private side rooms for a little peace and quiet for a while. What happened next is another story.

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