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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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The airport at 5am was a truly awful place, the only upside was once they were through check in and security they could do what just about every other holidaymaker would be doing. Go to Spoons for a fry up and a pint. There was also the added incentive of a seven day break in the flesh pots of their destination, Gran Canaria. A resort well known for naked beaches, golden sands and an abundance of swingers clubs.
They were in the queue to check in their bags when they heard some loud giggling behind them. They turned and saw two couples, roughly the same age as them who were laughing and joking their way to the check-in desks. I bet we see them later in the clubs he thought. The two ladies, whilst not “Dressed to kill” were certainly wearing quite revealing clothes for a flight. One in a figure hugging tight pink dress, the other in a short denim skirt and a crop top. Eventually we got through “Flightside” and made our way to the bar for breakfast, complete with a pint and a large G’nT. Soon enough it was time to board the flight, as usual we had prebooked Speedy Boarding so were happily sitting in our row 2 seats quite quickly. Before too long our “Probably Swinger” friends also boarded and say down in rows 2 and 3 opposite to us. Once airborne the stewards came round with the drinks trolley, ok it was only 7am, but we were on holiday, so a couple of Hendrick’s and tonics were ordered. Out friends opposite also ordered some drinks to keep up the holiday mood. We settled down for the four hour flight, earphones on, Kindle open, the occasional squeeze of hands as we drifted in and out of sleep.
Every so often I glanced over to our potential new friends, like us they appeared to be dozing. However I noticed that the lady in the short denim skirt had her legs up on her partners laps as she was leaning against the window. His hand was up her skirt and a gentle movement was visible, her lips were slightly parted and her breathing was heavy. I could hardly believe what I was seeing, she was being fingered for all to see at 30,000 feet. I felt a nudge, by wife looked at me, smiled and gave my cock a quick squeeze, she’d seen what was going on, and liked what she saw. The rest of the flight was pretty uneventful, we didn’t see the Swinging Foursome as we picked up our bags and made our way to our hotel transfer.
We’d stayed at the hotel a couple of times before and knew just what to expect, unadulterated luxury from the moment you step over the threshold. A glass of champagne as you check in Sir? Oh, very well. A basket of fruit and another bottle of fizz in your room? Yes please. We’d gone for a junior suite which included an outside jacuzzi that took as long to fill up as it did to pour and drink a decent sized G’nT. So, after unpacking we filled the hot tub whilst drinking a couple of large G’nTs. Whilst the jacuzzi wasn’t overlooked I erred on the side of decency and put on a pair of trunks. She was doing something in the bathroom as I stepped into the warm, bubbling water and relaxed. OMG, she stepped out onto the patio, carrying her G’nT and wearing what can only be described as a drop dead, erection producing, heart thumping, knee shaking outfit. A one piece costume in a deep rust colour, a gold zip running all the way along the front, under the thong crutch and up the backside. She’s undone the zip just enough to show a bit of her ample breasts. Just enough to arose his interest. The sun was shining onto the tub, it had been an early start with a fair amount of alcohol already consumed, however the inevitable happened once she’d started giving him a foot massage under the water. He reached over and undid more of the zip so he could reach her breasts. Taking each nipple in his fingers and squeezing gently, they hardened under his touch. She stood up and undid the rest of her costume which dropped to the side of the tub, he pushed his face into her freshly shaved pussy, just a small landing strip left. He pulled down his trunks to release his cock. This wasn’t going to be romance, it wasn’t going to be prolonged, it was going to be raw fucking. She sat straight down onto his cock, balanced herself against the back of the tub and started to fuck him. His hands reached under her, one finger finding her anus, and slipping in easily to the knuckle. She bucked up and down urging him to fuck her harder. In now time at all he felt the cum begin to flow from his cock into her hot and juicy pussy. The first fuck of the holiday may not have been the longest, but it satisfied both of their itches. A doze in bed, and early supper, tomorrow would be a new day.
They woke feeling refreshed, quick fumble in the shower but they didn’t want to peak too early in the day. As always, they’d hired bikes to cycle to the sand dunes about 20 minutes from the hotel, there they could pick a stone circle, throw their clothes off and let the suns rays get to every inch of their bodies. She was feeling in a naughty mood and had brought a T-Shirt especially for the holiday, he almost spat out his coffee on the balcony as she came out and declared herself ready for the ride to the beach…. “It’s Not Cheating If My Husband Watches” was what the T-shirt proclaimed.
The young man on the hotel reception desk gave a quick smile and a cheeky wink when he read what was written on her T-Shirt, she thought he looked quite cute, but didn’t want to get him into any trouble. They both had light day bags with all they’d need for the day. Lots of water, a cool bag with a chilled bottle of white, sun lotion, snacks, she’d even packed her mini finger vibrator, well you never know when the urge might arrive, it’s best to be prepared.
Once they arrived at the dunes they began looking for a free stone circle, they were in luck, a fairly large circle was empty and clean (Always check!) so they locked their bikes together, spread out their towels, took off their clothes. They rubbed sun lotion into their bodies and helped each other with those hard to reach places. As she expected he reached round to her boobs when he was creaming her back, mind you, she had given his arse a quick squeeze when she was oiling his back, so fare’s fare. They settled down for an arduous morning of tanning their bodies. He with his headphones on, her reading her Kindle. Every now and then he’d reach across and stroke her thigh with one finger. Sometimes she’d give him a playful slap away, other times she’d give an encouraging moan. Enough to encourage him not to give up, yet.
After an hour or so he became a bit restless, sunbathing all day was not really his thing. So he got out his mobile and searched a few websites. They were members of a well known swingers site which had an ap. to show other members who might be near to them if they had location services switched on. He was pleasantly surprised to see four or five couples were within 10 miles of their current location, as well as a number of single men, He made a mental note to have a closer look once they got back to their hotel. He looked across to his wife and noticed that her legs were slightly parted and her pussy lips were on show. Too good a chance to miss, so he opened up the camera ap. on his phone to take a few images, possibly to use on the swingers site once he’d edited them. She heard to shutter click of the camera, opened her eyes, called him an old pervert, then moved a hand down to her pussy to give it a quick stroke. She parted her legs even further and spread her lips with her finger. Enjoying the view she asked, glancing down at his hardening cock. He clicked away with his camera, enjoying the show his wife was putting on for him. She closed her legs back together, sucked her fingers dry and told him he’d have to wait as she had some serious tanning to do. With that, she turned over onto her stomach, raised her arse, gave it a wiggle and settled down to sunbathe. His hard-on eventually subsided so he turned his attention back to his music, opening up a new book to take his mind away from his more naughty thoughts.
About 200m from their stone hideaway there was a little beach bar. Instead of eating their own snacks they walked over for a quick bite to eat at lunchtime. He put on his shorts and a T-Shirt, she pulled on her thong and her “Special” T-Shirt. The beach bar had about 8 or 9 tables, most of which were occupied by the time they arrived, they were lucky in that one was still free. Sitting down and looking at the menu they looked around at the other guests. Mainly couples of roughly the same age who’d also no doubt been sunning themselves in the other circles located close by. He recognised German, French and Spanish being spoken, he also noticed that some of the men and a couple of the women were giving admiring glances to his wife and her T-Shirt. Tapas and a rather decent white rioja followed, a leisurely hour spent in the shade was probably a good idea in the heat of the day. They made their way, slightly wobbly, back to their stone circle, disrobed and applied more sun lotion to themselves and each other. This time, probably thanks to the wine, the hands that wandered continued to play. He was applying cream to her back, both of them standing up, she could feel his cock pressing into her as it got fully erect, he was slowly rubbing cream into her tits, her nipples hardening under his touch. She moaned, though oh fuck it, reached around her back and took his cock into her hands. She managed to get herself down onto all fours and beckoned him to be quick. Kneeling behind her he reached to stroke her already wet cunt. Passion again took over so he entered her quickly, her arse pushing back to meet his advances. Their timing became perfect, each managing to keep going despite the heat and the risk of someone looking into their circle, secretly they both hoped to put on a show at some point on this break. Soon enough the familiar feeling rose from his balls and he knew he was going to come. He pulled out and she turned over, onto her knees, offering her breasts as a target. No more encouragement was needed as he covered her tits in his come. She smiled a wicked smile at him. Reached for her T-Shirt, put it on and pushed it against her tits. The warm spunk soaked through the material giving a deliciously naughty look. They thought it was probably about time to get back to the hotel for an afternoon siesta as they had plans for the evening. He couldn’t believe it when she didn’t bother putting her bikini top back on, just thong, shorts and a spunk stained T-Shirt. When they arrived back at the hotel the same receptionist greeted them warmly as they walked back to their room. His jaw is probably still on the floor to this day when he saw her. Peeling her stick T-Shirt off when they got to their room she jumped straight into the shower, poured a generous handful of shower gel onto her tits and massaged then clean again.
Later that evening they were getting ready to go out. He had a shower and shave and was out of the bathroom in 10 minutes. He knew she’d take at least an hour to get herself ready, so he powered up his laptop and uploaded the photos he’d taken on the beach earlier in the day. He was pleased with the results, especially as they’d only be taken on his iPhone. He edited the shots carefully to avoid faces and incriminating tattoo’s, then posted to the Swingers site, updating their status, to “Out tonight, back in the dunes tomorrow”. He checked “Who’s Near” and found the same couples from earlier in the day as well as a few more single men. Finally she was ready, so he shut the laptop down, looked up at his wife, his jaw joined that of the receptionist on the floor. She was wearing a vest top, no smutty slogans this time, and a short denim skirt that showed her legs off perfectly. Hand in hand they walked out of the hotel, waving at their new favourite young man on reception and made their way into town for dinner.
They made for their favourite Tapas restaurant where they enjoyed a leisurely dinner sharing a rather decent bottle of red. At around 11pm they left the restaurant and made their way to a bar they’d used the last few times they’d been on the island. This wasn’t just any bar, it was known and advertised as a bar where swingers would meet up prior to hitting the clubs. The bar was quite quiet when they arrived, just three or four other couples in sitting at the tables, keeping themselves to themselves. They knew the Dutch owners well from their previous visits and were greeted like old friends. Hendriks and tonics were poured, it’s always good when your preferences are remembered. Soon they were chatting away to the owners keeping one eye on any newcomers. After about 20 minutes two couples walked through the door, hand in hand. It was the couples from the airplane. We knew we’d see you here the taller of the two ladies said, smiling at the two of them. They bought their drinks and went to sit on the two large sofas in the corner of the bar. Much laughter and glancing followed. Eventually the tall lady beckoned them over to join them. It was a bit of a squash on the sofas, but a pleasant squash as thighs brushed thighs. Introductions were made. Shaun and Eileen, slightly younger than them. Graeme and Claire, about the same age.
The six of them were getting on like a house on fire, the girls complimented each other on their outfits, the men did what men do and talked about sport whilst eying up the women of the group. All three men were dressed in smart chino’s and shirts. Eileen had a short pink dress on with cut-outs, just about covering her boobs and bum. Claire was in tight shorts and a T-Shirt. Soon the subject turned to the clubs in the resort. It was a Saturday night so they were bound to be busy with locals and holiday makers. It was decided that all six would make their way to the biggest club that had far more facilities then some of the smaller clubs. Goodbyes were waved to the owners as they left the bar, the girls arm in arms, the men smiling at what they hoped would be ahead.
Arriving at the club there was a small queue of men waiting to get in, the club had a strict limit on the ratio of single men to couples, once that limit was reached it was “One in, one out”. The doorman welcomed the three couples warmly, opened the door and showed them into the world of decadence and debauchery. The club had a large square bar area with seating all around, as well as a small area with sofas and the obligatory pole for those who liked to show off their dancing skills. They found three empty stools by the bar, so the ladies sat down and the men stood behind their partners. Drinks were ordered, and laughter continued. He looked around the bar area of the club, four couples were sitting on the sofas. The ladies sitting on the men’s laps, arms entwined. It was obvious that one of the ladies was being fingered as she snogged her partner, another had her hand in her partners lap massaging his cock through his trousers. The sight of people openly playing was beginning to have an effect. He pushed his growing cock into his wife’s bottom as she chatted to her new friends, her push back showed that she had felt his advances and wasn’t adverse. He slipped his hand down the back of her skirt. A women stood next to him, she was wearing a dress that might just as well not have been there. Her small breasts were on display as the front of the dress was undone, her fingers were inside her panties working on her pussy. He whispered into his wife’s ear that it was time to take a tour of the club. All six picked up their drinks, took their partners hands and went off to explore. The club had two distinct areas, one for couples only, and one for anyone.
They started in the main couples room which also included the changing area with lockers. There were two couples in there getting changed from their street wear into club wear. The women stripped down naked, without a care in the world as they put on their “Come fuck me” lingerie. There was a large bed in the room, probably big enough to house eight couples easily. Just off that room were three private rooms that had locks on the door for those wanting a bit more privacy, one of the rooms had windows to satisfy the voyeurs and those who like to be watched, but not touched. He nudged his wife and smiled, she nodded her agreement. Leaving the couples area they made there way into the free for all part of the club. Four of five private rooms were situated around a centre area with another large bed. A few men were sat around, largely naked, whilst a couple were playing on the bed, most of the men were slowly wanking their cocks as they watched the show. A bit further into the club their was a dark room, totally pitch black, as they entered they could hear at least one couple who were fucking in the room. They listened to the erotic noises coming from the room, she felt her husbands hands lift the hem of her skirt and start massing her bum cheeks, then, much to her surprise she felt another hand on her right breast, reaching inside her top the hand found her nipple and squeezed it as only another women would. There was no light at all in the room so she had no idea who was helping to make her wet. She reached out, one hand behind and one hand in front. She massaged her husbands cock as his fingers worked on her bum. Her other hand found the neck of her new friend, pulled it towards her and opened her mouth. Yep, it was a woman! She’d had a couple of soft plays with women before and would probably consider herself to be Bi-Curious rather than Bisexual. All her previous play had been above the waist. As they kissed she felt her way down the woman’s body, it was Claire by the feel of her tight shorts. She gripped her new friends arse as they kissed each other deeply. Her husband sensed what was going on so he let go of her arse and let her enjoy herself. The kissing continued as did the groping. Claire moved her hands from her breast and cupped one of her buttocks, their pussy’s were beginning to grind together adding to the heat in the room. Claire said that she wanted to go somewhere where she could see what was happening a go somewhere a bit more private. They shouted out “We’re leaving”. Outside the room there was no sign of Shaun and Eileen, they presumed they’d gone off for their own fun in another room.
The remaining four found an empty room, shut and locked the door. Claire started kissing her again, the husband’s sat down to watch their wives enjoying each other, a couple of faces were pressed against the window anticipating what was hopefully to come. The girls started undressing each other and were soon totally naked. Claire moved her head down her body, taking a nipple in her mouth, before travelling further south until her soft mouth reached her landing strip. Her legs started to part almost involuntary as her friend’s tongue snaked inside her pussy. It was a much softer touch than she was used to from her husband, maybe it was true that ladies really know how to treat each other. Before long they were lying on the bed together, Claire with her legs between her legs and a finger rubbing her clit. Claire came up for air and moved her body up so that they could kiss again, her lips tasted of sex, they tasted of her sex, they tasted great. Before long she decided that she needed to taste Claire’s cunt herself. She was nervous as she touched a pussy other than her own for the first time. Claire’s pussy was already wet, one finger slid in easily, as did a second. She started to finger fuck her friend. Claire’s hand pushed her head down further, hinting that a tongue would go amiss. She took the hint and licked her first pussy, the taste was slightly different to her own, but beautiful with it. Claire could feel her orgasm beginning to build as a combination of tongue action and fingers did the trick. She warned her that she was about to come and it might be an idea to move her head up. She did as she was told, but continued with her fingers as they kissed deeply again. With a cry Claire came heavily, she could feel the juices running from her fingers down her friends legs. Claire explained that sometimes when she was especially turned on she would have a little bit of a gush.
The two husband’s had watched the action from the side of the room without interrupting the ladies. Their cocks were straining at their trousers by now, understandably. The ladies unentangled themselves and made their way over to their own partners with glints in their eyes. Each knelt down in front of their man, undid the chinos, released their cocks and with a glance at each other took their men in their mouths at the same time. The men glanced across to each other and grinned from ear to ear, resisting the urge to high five each other. Graeme was the first to start the short, sharp breathing, indicating he was close to coming, the sound of him filling Claire’s mouth with his cum sent his partner in crime over the edge too, soon both women were the cats that had had the cream. The ladies looked across at each other and gently kissed, tasting cum on their tongues.
It was time to gather clothes and find Shaun and Eileen, before making their way back to their hotels. They were sitting at stools by the bar and smiled as their friends appeared from the rooms with broad grins on their faces. They knew what had been going on as they were part of the group watching in the window.
Claire, Graeme, Shaun and Eileen were going in different directions when they left the club, so much hugging, kissing and some gentle groping took place as they six said goodbye. They got into their taxi waving to the four left waiting for the second cab. Profiles on the swinger site had been swapped so they could stay in touch when they got back to the UK.
The rest of the holiday they spent going to the beach during the day, getting wonderful all over tans that would be the envy of their friends when they got home. Evenings were spent either in the bars or a couple of other clubs, however they weren’t really attracted to any of the other clubbers so either played with each other or just watched from the side lines.
Their flight home was uneventful, their new friends had flown back a couple of days beforehand, but already plans had been made to meet up at a club in the UK.
Happily they sipped their G’nTs, held hands and smiled at the memories they’d made.
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