Chapter 5

And Wendy said

“Ready? Let’s go swinging.”

Wendy looked amazing. She was wearing a dark green dress, split to her thighs. It showed her fabulously long legs off, and I couldn’t wait to show the rest of her off. The drive to the club was about thirty minutes, and I managed to find a parking space on the street. I’ve been swinging for a little under forty years, but even I felt a little light-headed, a little nervous, walking down the street to the club. Wendy assured me she felt excited and raring to go, so that reassured me.

When we got to the front reception desk, we told them we were new members, and they found the forms we’d filled out online. We showed our IDs, and I paid the membership fees as well as the entry fee for the night. One of the reception staff offered to give us a tour, and we accepted it gratefully. She was in her mid-thirties, wearing a light purple basque and stockings. She explained about the club rules, that no always means no, that condoms were freely available in the bar, and a matter for individuals, about specific rooms, such as the one with a camera sending a non-recorded feed back to the main bar as well as their dungeon and wet areas.

Eventually, we found ourselves in the bar area, and the tour ended. Each swinging club is different, but the size of this club was really impressive. We’d come to the club on a Friday evening, so it wasn’t only couples there but single guys as well, who’d paid three times as much as we had for entry that night! There were a mix of ages from mid-twenties to sixties at the club, and each new arrival in the bar got glances, stares, and looks. It was all very friendly, and it was obvious that lots of people knew each other well.

Several came over to talk to us and we felt very welcome. One single guy took Wendy’s fancy, and she squeezed my leg twice as we were chatting with him. That was a code we’d invented on the way to the club, meaning yes. Three squeezes meant no, and we had place-name-code words too. I asked the guy if he wanted to join us, and his grin was eloquent enough to convey his reply.

Julian was in his early thirties and married, married but said his wife was less interested in sex after the birth of their second child. He was a little under six feet tall, quite muscular, and fit. We went off to use the lockers and make ourselves more comfortable. I wore black lace boxers, and Wendy wore a green g-string. As we walked back towards the bar, we met Julian in his light blue posing pouch. His penis was thick and quite large, and he was circumcised, and that certainly put him in the minority in clubs in the UK, in my experience. He did look really good!

We found a free room, and all three of us got on the bed. Wendy reached for Julian, and I watched as she sucked, licked, tasted, rubbed, cupped, and generally showed adoration for his penis. His penis tip was the colour of violets, and I could see Wendy’s actions were bringing him close to cumming. She sensed this herself and concentrated on using her mouth. When he came, his cum almost filled her mouth.

She then turned towards my cock. I’d been gently masturbating as I watched Wendy, and the feeling of her warm, wet, cummy mouth felt very special. Julian parted her thighs and went down on her. He must have been doing something right, as every now and then she’d stop my bj, moan, and sigh before carrying on.

“Do you want me to wear a condom?” Julian asked, and Wendy shook her head.

Wendy turned over, and Julian entered her from behind, doggy style. At the same time, she continued to suck my penis as she was being spit-roasted. I couldn’t last, and I ejaculated over her face. We kissed after this as Julian continued to pound her. She indicated she wanted to change positions and lay back on the bed, lifting her legs up over her shoulders. My ex-wife used to like the same position as it allowed for deeper penetration. Funny how similar the two women are!

As Julian was fucking Wendy in this new position, I was watching Wendy’s reactions. She was oblivious to anything other than Julian’s thick cock stretching her and going deep inside her. It was an incredible sight! Her moans were getting louder, and her face was getting red, which was obvious even in the dim light of the room.

Julian ejaculated, and the two of them lay there, entwined, hot, and exhausted for a couple of moments before Julian pulled out, and a respectable amount of thick white cum dripped out between her legs. Suddenly there was a movement in the corner of the room, and I noticed three other guys, all wanking furiously. It’s a measure of the moment that I hadn’t noticed they’d come into the room, let alone that they were watching and wanking. The three of them, all of whom looked older than me, came closer, and there was some one-handed groping to go along with one-handed masturbation. Wendy just lay there and seemed to wallow in the attention.