Rob had been sitting quietly, wrapped in only his towel, sipping a soft drink and recalling the action he had observed so far that evening in his favourite swingers club. He was only dimly aware of the man approaching, but was not expecting him to speak, when he got the strangest request of his life.
"Will you fuck my wife?" The soft Irish voice said. Not really shocked, but somewhat taken aback Rob looked up at the owner of the voice, a man of average height with a short ginger beard, dressed in the club uniform: a towel round his waist. He obviously took this hesitancy as a sign of reluctance and followed it up with, "she'll give you a good blow job."
The club was never short of single men looking for action and if the couple had just gone off to a room and started fooling around there would soon have been a crowd of hopefuls at the door and they could have just taken their pick. In stead he had picked out Rob to, well yes, to fuck his wife.
Now Rob was a realist, he didn't have a massive cock and was slightly overweight, as most middle aged men are, and balding: OK, as much as he didn't like to admit it, he was actually bald. He was no adonis but he was no gorgon either, just an average middle aged guy with a raging libido. So what was it that made this man choose him to, as he so succinctly put it, fuck his wife?
Normally single men had to go looking for action. Most couples wanted another couple to play with, not a single bloke. It was very unusual to be handed it all on a plate, but Rob was here for one thing and, one thing only. He was here for as much sex as he could physically cope with in one evening, with the main objective of getting his cock into a nice moist pussy and take his pleasure while ensuring that she got hers.
All this had only taken an instant and Rob stood up and they introduced themselves. He followed Peter, as he now knew him, to a quiet alcove where his wife was waining patiently on a red velvet bench. He wondered if this was a bit of a set up. Maybe she would not be his type. Perhaps he might not be able to maintain an erection, although that was unlikely as he had already taken a V, just in case he got lucky.
Taking a V was now a regular habit as memory of his last failure, a few weeks back, was still haunting him. It hadn't been totally his fault because he had not long enjoyed a memorable encounter, in the puppy pile, and had a pretty massive orgasm in one of the most capable mouths he had ever experienced.
Soon after that he had been in the main play room, where a totally gorgeous lady with a long blond pony tail, fully twenty years younger than himself, was undergoing some sort of initiation. She was reclining in the leather sex swing, clad only in a highly decorated black basque, high heels and a black velvet collar around her neck. He didn't understand what the initiation was all about but a somewhat older man was standing beside the swing conducting operations. Her pussy, closely trimmed of its downy covering, showed that she was definitely a natural blond and she was taking all comers.
Having just shot one load, his cock refused to come to attention and he had to make do with standing by the swing watching several other men taking their pleasure between her open thighs. Clearly gang banging had been the theme and he was just too spent to take advantage.
His fears were soon put to one side. She was a petite, dark haired, middle aged lady, with deep brown eyes and wearing only a well filled corset. Peter carried out the introductions and Rob was not surprised when Gill spoke with a similar soft Irish lilt.
Her deep brown eyes looked up into Rob's coyly. She was clearly complicit in the encounter, but appeared somewhat shy. Well why wouldn't she be? She and Rob were in the exact same situation, neither had any idea what the other would be like physically, let alone sexually, and both were about to have sex with someone they had never even seen before, let alone chosen.
Peter led them off in search of a vacant room, Gill followed, then Rob who delighted in following her nipped in waist and naked buttocks up the stairs. Full yes, but fat no. He was day dreaming of the front view when Peter pushed open the door of a vacant room and ushered them in.
For some reason Rob did not find it strange when all three went in together. He'd been asked to fuck someone's wife and if that someone wanted to watch, who was he to argue. Peter closed and locked the door, then sat down in one corner of the large play area commenting that this was their favourite room. So they had done this before?
Gill turned round to face him. If her naked bum had been a delight, the front view was spectacular. Her dark brown hair was cut in a tight bob, her breasts slightly overflowed the cups of her basque and her pubic triangle was neatly trimmed so that the lips of her pussy were clearly visible.
She motioned for Rob to come closer, her deep brown eyes had taken on a mischievous sparkle as she moved in right up close, placed one hand on each of his buttocks and rubbed them sensuously through his towel while pulling him closer. One hand slid gently round to the front of his towel stroking his cock through the coarse material on its way.
"You won't be needing this much longer." The knot in his towel gave way, she let it fall to the floor and he felt her hot breath in his ear as she added.
"Did Peter tell you I do a great blow job? Well I do, but first I want you to undo my basque and play with my tits gently while I show you." Rob was in no mood to argue. He fumbled a bit with the fastenings but soon got the hang of it. Finally those magnificent breasts were free and she was as naked as he was.
She was a good looking woman and confident enough to take the lead, which Rob rather liked. As he admired her pubic hair, cut neatly into a landing strip above the completely shaved lips of her pussy, she whispered in his ear.
