I posted a series of stories on SH a while ago describing our holiday in Gran Canaria 2 years ago when my wife Helen and I first experienced the swinging scene. We ended up swapping with 2 very different couples, and it opened up a whole new world of sexual enjoyment to us. When we returned home, we discovered that some long-standing acquaintances were wannabe swingers, and we have played with them regularly since then. To recap briefly, Helen and I are an ordinary early 50’s couple, not unattractive but certainly not supermodels, we both carry a few extra pounds here and there, but we regard this as quite normal at our age. If you passed us in the street, I’m sure you would barely notice either of us. This year, we decided to take our main holiday earlier than we usually do and, due to the higher prices during the main holiday season, we opted for a self-catering deal to save money, in Gran Canaria again as we enjoyed the climate in the island so much. The complex we chose was one of 2-bedroomed bungalows, with a series of 4 bungalows grouped round a shared swimming pool. Each bungalow could also sleep 2 people on a bed-settee in the lounge, so each could sleep up to 6 people. When we arrived, one of the other bungalows in our group was occupied by a young English couple, and another by a group of 5 Dutch lads, the remaining bungalow was vacant for most of our first week. We got chatting to the English couple, Connor was 28 years of age, 5’ 10” tall and looked quite fit, while his wife Julie was 25, 5’ 6 tall and I found her very attractive. If it were not for the fact that I am old enough to be her father, I would have really had the hots for her, but I am a mature responsible adult and I know I hold no attraction for young beautiful women. However, that did not stop me having a stirring in my swimming shorts when I saw her walking around topless on the other side of the pool. I have called the Dutch group ‘lads’ as we were old enough to be their parents (sadly we have no children), but they were all early 20’s, and were quite lively, without being rowdy. As we have come to expect with Dutch people, they all spoke excellent English. They tended to lark about round the pool during the day, or sometimes go off to the beach, and usually went clubbing in the evening. When they came home, however, they were all as quiet as mice. Needless to say, we found we had more in common with the English couple, and spent much time chatting to them, whilst enjoying the sun. I had to concentrate on looking at Julie’s face when talking to her, as she had the most beautiful breasts. On the Saturday evening, Helen and I decided to treat ourselves to a meal out and, as Connor and Julie were planning to do the same, we decided to eat together. Afterwards, the ladies said they wanted to go to a club, so we ended up in a rather noisy disco with lots of noisy people who all seemed to be drinking heavily. I got up to have a dance with Helen, although it is not really my thing, but my attitude changed a little when we danced with each other’s wives, especially when the DJ played a slow smoochy record while I was dancing with Julie. We saw the group of Dutch lads in the club who all seemed to be having a good time too, chatting up various females and dancing wildly. I tend to be cautious about how much I drink nowadays, waking up with a sore head the following morning has taught me a few lessons, and Helen doesn’t drink to excess either. On the other hand, Connor was knocking them back like there was no tomorrow and, by the time we got to 11.30, he was quite drunk. I was beginning to worry about how we were going to get him back to the holiday complex, which was about half a mile away’ and I was relieved when the Dutch lads offered to help us, even more so when the fresh air hit Connor outside the club. Two of the lads were leading the way, with Connor’s arms over their shoulders, although they seemed to be virtually carrying rather than supporting him. Helen and Julie followed them side by side, and I brought up the rear with the other 3 Dutch lads. I began talking to Dan, the one next to me in the middle of our line. He said that he liked to think he was a student of human body language, and he had noticed something going on between us two couples, he was sure we had some fun planned for later on. I said I didn’t know about that, but I did wonder whether I had let my thoughts show. Helen seemed to be swaying slightly as though she was drunk, which surprised me a little as it would be most unlike her. The other two lads who were bringing up the rear walked forward, each putting an arm round the ladies. Julie pushed the lad’s arm away and scowled at him, but Helen seemed to snuggle closer to her lad, and put her arm round his waist. As we approached the complex, Helen turned round to me, it was rather dark but I’m sure she winked at me. When we got back to the complex, Julie unlocked their bungalow and the two lads carried Connor inside and into the bedroom. They seemed to be experienced in dealing with this sort of situation, as they removed his shirt and trousers in no time at all, and laid him face down in a position where he would be safe. Julie thanked them for their help, adding she did not know how she could have done it alone. We walked back into the lounge and Julie offered me a glass of wine, which I accepted. I wandered over to the patio doors to see Helen sitting on a sun lounger, with the lad who had been ‘supporting’ her, and they were kissing. Not wanting to interfere, I stepped back towards the kitchenette where Julie was pouring two glasses, and said something meaningless like ‘what a night that was’. She handed me a glass of wine, and we stood in the kitchenette sipping our drinks. Julie seemed keen to walk through to the patio and, as we reached the patio doors, we could see Helen with another of the lads sitting the other side of her as she continued to kiss the first lad. The second lad was unzipping the back of her dress and Helen seemed very happy to slide her arms out of the sleeves, as one of the lads undid her bra and cast it aside. Both lads instantly started to feast on her body, they sucked her nipples, kissed her lips and generally covered her body with their hands …… and Helen was clearly loving all of it, as she threw her head back and groaned lustfully. Julie slid her hand round my waist and when I looked over at her, she had a wide-eyed expression on her face. I put my arm round her shoulder, and reached over to kiss her softly on the lips. As we returned to watching the events on their sun lounger, I slid my hand down her back to her bum, and she didn’t object, she even reached over to kiss me again. The two lads with Helen lifted her to her feet, and her dress fell to the floor, quickly followed by her shoes, as they carried her off to their bungalow clad only in her panties. This left Julie and me standing alone in the doorway of their bungalow, we turned to face each other and kissed passionately. She had her hands round my neck and, as we broke the kiss, she whispered in my ear “I want you”. As we walked round the pool to our bungalow with our arms round each other, we passed the lads’ bungalow and I could clearly hear the unmistakable sound of Helen in the throws of an orgasm. The patio doors were wide open, so we stopped in the doorway to see Helen spread-eagled on the bed-settee, her panties gone, with one of the naked lads between her legs eating out her pussy. Another lad was knelt beside her, also naked, kissing her mouth and mauling her breasts. I suddenly felt a moment of panic, I turned to Julie and said “condoms …… where can I get condoms at this time of night?” She reached over to kiss me again and said “I don’t think they are going to use condoms, so why should we”. We looked back towards the bed-settee and the lad who had been eating out Helen was crawling up in preparation to fuck her, and the other lad was offering his cock to her mouth, she immediately grabbed hold of it in her hand and enveloped it between her lips. Julie and I smiled to each other, and resumed our walk to our bungalow. As soon as we got inside the lounge, we resumed our passionate kissing, quickly followed by removing each other’s clothes. In this warm climate, there was not much to remove, so we were soon mauling each other’s naked bodies. Mauling Julie’s slim athletic body was lovely and, I thought surprisingly, she seemed to be enjoying mine too. She grasped my manhood and began slowly wanking me, I quickly realised I had to stop her, so I said “in the bedroom” and grabbed her hand to lead her through. She clearly wanted to take the dominant role, taking my cock into her mouth, but I managed to manoeuvre her into a 69, so I could concentrate on her pleasure while she sucked me. Still dominant, Julie decided it was time for us to fuck, and she mounted me with me on my back. The sight of her raising her hips to slowly slide down onto my cock, with a broad smile on her face was truly awesome. She began to fuck me, rolling her hips back and forth to grind her clit against the base of my cock quickly got her gasping and calling out “oh yes …… that’s good …… fuck me …… fuck me with your big cock”. I’m actually no more than average in that department, but took her last comment as encouragement to me to give her what she wanted. I had managed to control my climax quite well, I thought, but I wanted to become dominant for the ‘final assault’. While she was briefly distracted by her own orgasm, I managed to roll her over onto her back, whilst remaining inside her very wet cunt. She laughed and said “oh yes, you’re going to fuck me”, and pulled her knees up so I could thrust deeper into her. I began fucking her with ever increasing vigour, she was telling me over and over how much she was enjoying it, so it was not too long before I erupted, I fired spurt after spurt of my seed into her, and it certainly seemed to ‘hit the spot’ for Julie. As we slowly came down from our climax, she wrapped her legs around my back holding me firm and said “don’t go yet …… I like it when Connor can flow straight from one fuck to the next”. Clearly she had no experience of fucking a 50 year old man, and she looked slightly disappointed when she realised my cock was shrinking rapidly. Julie and I lay side by side, and began kissing as I tweaked her delightful nipples. I was anxious to let her know that, even though I might not be able to repeat immediately, I would do my best to prolong her pleasure, so I slid my hand between her thighs, where I could feel the mess I had caused in her pussy. I rolled her onto her back, so I could spread her legs and began licking her pussy. I slipped two fingers into her cunt, and licked her clit, which quickly stood to attention, enabling me to suck it between my lips. I finger fucked her vigorously, which quickly brought her to a noisy orgasm …… “oh yes …… that’s good …… do it more …… I’m cumming …… I’m cumming …… ARGHHH” she said with ever increasing volume. Julie seemed she wanted to rest, so I rolled off her and we lay side by side, with me stroking her beautiful breasts in case she wanted to start again. In the event, we both dozed off briefly, but I was woken by Julie getting off the bed at about 2 o’clock, she said she ought to return to her bungalow in case Connor woke up. As she walked past the lads’ bungalow, naked but carrying her clothes, she paused briefly as she heard Helen in the throws of another massive orgasm, and I wondered whether she had thoughts of going in to ‘rescue’ her, but in the event, she continued on her way round the pool. I returned to bed and fell asleep quickly, but was woken again just before 6 o’clock when Helen crawled into bed beside me. She looked exhausted, as though the five lads had fucked her to a standstill. I suddenly realised that sleeping for a few hours had rejuvenated me and my erection was growing, I wanted sloppy seconds (or would it be fives, sixes or possibly many more!). As I rolled Helen over onto her back, she was just too tired to resist, and I quickly had her knees spread, so I could plunge my tongue into the swamp that was her cunt. She tasted of so many different things, but I found them all enjoyable, and I realised there was no point in trying to stimulate her, so I shuffled up and plunged my cock into her with little ceremony. I fucked my wife vigorously, her cunt was just so wet and stretched she barely seemed to notice it, but I fulfilled my ambition when I added my own sperm to the mess she already contained. Afterwards, we fell asleep again and did not wake again until nearly 9 o’clock. When she realised we were up, Julie came over in her bikini to return Helen’s dress and shoes which had been lying on their patio all night, she said she couldn’t find her bra and assumed it had been taken as a trophy. We never did get her panties back either. Julie said she had told her husband that nothing happened, so he didn’t miss anything, but she smiled at me and winked as she said this. Helen was very sore for the whole of that day, and I didn’t think she would appreciate me suggesting sex, although she wanted to cuddle close to me in bed on the Sunday night. It wasn’t until the Monday morning that we realised Connor and Julie, and the Dutch lads, were all going home that day, so there would be no time for round 2. We said our farewells, with much hugging, kissing and squeezing of bums. We wondered who would be the next occupants of their bungalows, but that will be the subject of another story, if this one meets with your approval.