Loading...Sara and I had been married about five years. We were deeply in love (although I’ve always been a bit mystified about what she sees in me). Our sex life was regular, vigorous, and enjoyable. However, we were both a looking for the next peak.
We were both in our early thirties. Sara was, in my opinion, gorgeous. She had rich red hair (complimented by a neatly trimmed red bush). Her face had a few freckles and, while perhaps not classically beautiful, had character, humor, and intelligence.
She was a bit tall for a lady, at just under six feet and perhaps too muscular for a purist. Sara had been a swimmer in college and still worked out regularly. She had largish, very firm breasts and, in my opinion, a perfect ass. Apart from her intelligence and personality, Sara’s greatest characteristics were a slightly low, incredibly sexy voice and a killer smile.
Sara is an architect. I had met her because I am a trial lawyer who handles a lot of construction cases. We had met on a case and there was an immediate attraction both ways. We discovered that we shared a several common interests. The relationship deepened and we got married about 18 months after we met. That was is one indisputably wise decision which I’ve made in my life.
There’s not as much to say to describe me. I am about Sara’s height. At the time, I was still lifting and, at Sara’s insistence, swimming. I looked a lot like what I had been in college: a rugger.
As I said, our sex life was very good. However, both Sara and I were looking for new thrills. Not just anything, but things which we both find sexually exciting without feeling threatened or unsafe. There was also a reputational concern. Sara was building a reputation for designing innovative institutional and commercial buildings all over the Midwest. I was also involved in local politics.
Perhaps from all that time in front of crowds wearing skin tight racing suits, Sara had an exhibitionist streak. I admired that and shared it. Several times, Sara would leave home in the morning of a day when she had told me she had to inspect a jobsite wearing a short skirt or dress. I know that on at least a few of those occasions, she wore nothing underneath.
We both enjoyed nude beaches and resorts, and belonged to a resort in the country about 50 miles from home. However, wonderful as social nudity is, it isn’t sexual. We were looking for something that would provide a more direct sexual thrill. BDSM didn’t appeal to either of us.
Sara called me into her study one evening. She was on her computer and wanted me to look at a website she had found about a club in Toronto. The stated purpose of the club was to “provide a safe, comfortable, and clothing-optional environment for sexually uninhibited couples and single females.” The “virtual tour” made the facilities look very attractive, clean, and high-end. The pricing was such that it suggested a clientele we would be comfortable among. The website assured us that sex in private clubs between consenting adults had been ruled legal by the Supreme Court of Canada (I admire that Charter of Rights and Freedoms). A doctor’s certificate of a recent negative test for STDs was required to join. Following the link to the city map showed that it was in a decent part of the City. Toronto was not a long flight from our town.
Sara looked up at me. “Interested in trying it? I have some hesitation, but it could be quite nice. If we chicken out, we can just play tourist. I’ve never been to Toronto.”
I had been to Toronto several times and love it. However, I was completely ignorant that places like this club existed.
“What weekends are you free?” I asked Sara. She gave me her schedule and I went to my own computer. I was able to find a tolerable non-stop airfare for a weekend a month off, perhaps because it was still spring and not yet high tourist season. I got us a flight leaving late morning and arriving at Pearson in early afternoon with a return on Sunday evening. I was also able to get a decent room at my personal favorite Downtown hotel, the Royal York.
I reported my work back to Sara. “Why go up so early Friday,” she asked. “Why not fly up Friday night and go to the Club Saturday night?”
“What if we like the place and want a second visit?” I responded. “This way we can go Friday and go back Saturday if we like it. If not, we get a nice dinner and drinks in Toronto on Saturday night.”
Sara laughed. “Good planning.”
We joked and teased each other about our impending trip to the “sex club” in Canada. However, as the departure date drew closer, our jokes took on a nervous edge. While we liked to think of ourselves as uninhibited, making our choices based only on what we thought pleasurable, this trip raised the definite possibility of sex in front of complete strangers or sex with complete strangers. New territory for us.
That Thursday night, we each packed a small bag and then feel asleep, naked, in each other’s arms. Friday morning, I had largely adopted an “in for a penny, in for a pound” attitude. Sara was, however, visibly nervous. I asked her if she still wanted to do this, which produced an almost fierce “yes.”
The flight was uneventful. While I’m sure that there is a more economical way to get Downtown from Pearson than a cab, I didn’t know it and thought that Sara would be more comfortable in a cab than mass transit. We had checked in by 3:00 p.m. and then spent a couple hours just walking around. It was a gorgeous warm spring afternoon. We walked under the Gardner, past Air Canada Centre, and along the waterfront. I promised to take Sara up the CN Tower on Saturday. Of course, we were just killing time.
About 5:30 p.m., we had an early dinner at a seafood restaurant Downtown that I had liked on my earlier visits and that was still in business. We were back in the hotel in about an hour.
We them launched into what was probably a very overdone set of preparations. We carefully trimmed each other’s public hair. I showered and shave quickly to leave the bathroom clear for Sara. Thinking that conservative equated to non-threatening. I dressed in khaki slacks, a white button-down, shirt, and dark blue sport coat.
Sara finally emerged from the bathroom looking stunning. Her dark red hair was done wonderfully (how she managed that look on her own without a salon eluded me). She wasn’t wearing, but didn’t need any make-up. She wore a long, very tight silky black dress. The tightness of the dress and its low V in front made it obvious that Sara wasn’t wearing a bra. However, the outline of a pair of panties was clearly visible.
Following my glance, Sara explained “I want something to that is in between having the dress on and complete nudity.” That made sense to me.
Around 8:30, we stepped outside the hotel and got a cab. I thought that the driver shot me a look when I gave him the address of the club, but maybe I was being paranoid. After a few minutes, our cab stopped in front of an elegant building. From outside, it looked a bit like the façade of some of those exclusive clubs for the men of the ruling class in London. I checked the address. We were in the right place, confirmed by a discrete sign I finally noticed.
I paid the cabbie. He pleasantly said, “You should be able to get a cab back to your hotel from here any time.” He handed me a business card. “If not, call and I’ll get you or get another driver to pick you up. I hope that you enjoy yourselves.”
As the cab drove off we stood on the sidewalk. Sara was clutching my hand, hard. “Dear, we can still forget about this, go up to Yorkville or somewhere, have a few drinks, and play tourist tomorrow,” I offered.
Sara took a deep breath. “No, this was my idea and I really want to do it. I’m just, well, a bit scared.”
“I’ll be right with you and no one can make up do anything which we don’t both agree to,” I said. Sara smiled and we went up the steps.
The inside was as elegant as the façade. An attractive young lady was sitting behind a desk. “Welcome to Club ____,” she said. “Have you been here before?”
I let Sara take the lead. “No.”
“You know what Club ____ is about?”
“We’ve seen your website. That’s why we’re here,” Sara confessed.
“Great,” the young lady replied. “Occasionally someone wanders in by accident, but you have an idea of what to expect. You’ll not be disappointed.”
The young lady reached into a drawer and pulled out a form. “This is our membership agreement. You’re welcome to read it, of course. Basically, it says that you are here voluntarily, that anything you do here is voluntary, and that you can’t hold us responsible for any consequences. You are also promising that you don’t have any STDS. Do you bring doctor’s certificates?”
Sara pulled the forms from our doctor out of her bag. The doctor had only slightly raised an eyebrow when we asked for the tests and certificates. We had been pretty candid with her in the past about the sexual adventures we were considering. I suspected that she was, or wanted to be, slightly kinky herself.
The young lady glanced at our forms and said, “These will be fine. I know it is easy to lie about this, but, to our knowledge, no one has gotten an STD here and we’ve been open about five years.”
We signed the membership agreement and showed our passports. “This is the only time you must reveal your identity while you are in the Club,” she said. “What you disclose about yourself inside is entirely up to you. May I have a credit card?”
I handed the lady an Amex. She explained “We have three bars and a restaurant inside. We recognize that there may be times when you want a drink and will not have your wallet handy.” She smiled and handed me a small plastic card on an elastic band. “Everything inside may be charged to that card. Charges and your dues will appear on your statement as ‘Toronto Enterprises, Ltd.'”
Sara exhaled again. The young lady continued. “Now, a few grounds rules. Clothing is optional everywhere in the Club except the restaurant where we ask that you remain dressed. Most people stay fully clothed on the first floor. You will see quite a mix on the second floor, but probably mostly underwear. While we don’t demand it, we’d prefer that you be nude or nearly nude on the third floor.”
The young lady continued. “Everything that happens here is completely consensual. If someone tries to join in with you without your consent, we suggest that you politely ask them to desist. If that does not work or if you think that someone is stalking you in the Club, please report that person to the staff. There are staff members on every floor at all times. They’ll be wearing polo shirts with our Club logo. Likewise, please don’t inject yourself into anyone else’s activity unless they have asked you or given you consent. Finally, please don’t ask any staff member to participate in any sexual activity. No matter how much we might want to, it simply isn’t allowed.” With that, she smiled broadly. She was good. She really gave the hint that she might like to have sex with you.
We walked through the second door and turned right into a very pleasant and well-lit bar. Sara took a seat at a high table while I went to the bar and got us each a glass of wine. We had no idea what would happen, but we wanted to be sober for it. Still, a wine or two would lessen the nerves.
Walking back to the table, I was struck by how beautiful and sexy Sara looked despite her anxiety. We sipped our wines and mainly looked around, wondering what to do next. After what seemed like a long time, but was probably only a few minutes, a couple about our ages walked up to our table.
“May we join you?” the man asked. He was dressed in slacks and a polo shirt. He had a likeable face and appeared very fit, but slender like a cyclist. The lady with him was shorter and more petite than Sara, but her short dress suggested a splendid figure. The immediately striking thing was the face framed by her brown hair. Excluding Sara, I had never before seen such a beautiful face.
The voice that emanated from the face was also beautiful. “Is this your first time here?” she asked.
Sara and I nodded affirmatively. The man, who projected an air of confidence, said “We thought so. This is our first time as well. Are you from Toronto?
“No,” I answered.
The lady said, “We are. We thought hard about coming here, but we wanted to try something different and, if you do run into someone who knows you, they can hardly tell anyone without admitting that there were here too, can they?”
Sara smiled. “Good logic.”
The man extended his hand to shake. “Pleased to meet you.”
I extended my hand. “Pleased to meet you. I’m Harry and this is Sara.”
The man smiled. “First newby mistake. You gave us your real names.”
“How do you know that?” I asked.
The man smiled again, “Oh, I’m a trial lawyer. It’s my job to know when people are telling the truth or not.”
I laughed. “Well, you were right.”
The man was still smiling. “Since you’ve given us your real names, I’ll reciprocate. I’m Derek. This is Christina.” Looking at me, Derek asked, “And what do you do?”
“I’m a trial lawyer also, down in the States.”
“Well, I knew that you weren’t Canadian because you mispronounce things.” Derek was smiling as he said that.
We talked for quite a while, sharing more information than was probably wise. There was just something about Derek and Christina that made you like them and trust them.
Derek and Christina were not married, but had recently become engaged. When Christina told us that she was a psychologist, Sara chimed in, “Well, married to a trial lawyer, you’ll have a live-in case study.” Christina thought that was funny. Derek and I were less amused.
I had grown very comfortable with Derek and Christina and I sensed that Sara had too. Finally, Derek looked at Christina and said, “Ready to go upstairs?” Christina nodded. Derek looked at us, “You’re coming too, I hope.”
Christina quickly said, “Please do. It will be better with someone we know.” Then she remembered that we had only known each other for about a half hour. She giggled and said, “You know what I mean.”
I looked at Sara. “Ready to go upstairs?” I asked.
Sara looked more relaxed. She smiled. “That’s what we came for isn’t it?”
We walked up a set of wooden steps. At the top was a young lady on the Club staff. She smiled pleasantly and gestured at a wooden door to our right. “The lockers are in there.”
Derek turned to us. “We might as well get some of this off.”
The locker room was also elegant, with solid wood doors on the lockers that had brass disks bearing the locker numbers mounted on them. We found two side-by-side that still had keys in them.
Christina already had her dress off and was standing in bra and panties when Sara removed her dress. “Going topless already?” Christina asked.
Sara replied, “Well, I didn’t wear a bra so I really have no choice.”
Christina smiled. “Well, I can hardly force you to do that by yourself, can I” and took her bra off. Christina’s breasts were smaller, but firm and perfectly shaped. She really was a beautiful lady.
I had removed my outer clothes. Derek said, “Under wear for the time being, right?”
I nodded. Derek was wearing a very form fitting pair of black briefs, like Speedos only more sheer. I had stupidly worn boxers. At least they were a dark color.
We walked out of the locker room and down the hall. There were several rooms on each side with open doors. The rooms were nicely appointed with large bed-like furniture that appeared to have vinyl upholstery. A few rooms had people sitting in them partially dressed. Mainly, they were talking.
At the end of the hall was another bar. Not sure what else to do, the four of us walked in. It was reasonably crowded. Most everyone was in their underwear, although it seemed that Christina and Sara were the only ladies topless. Derek and Christina had another drink. Sara and I had sparkling water.
Finally, Derek, looking slightly less sure of himself, said, “Ready to go on upstairs?”
The rest of us nodded and we walked back down the hallway, around a corner and down another short hall to the steps to the third floor. Derek said. “They said nearly nude is acceptable up there. I think we qualify, don’t you?”
Sara said, “Wait.” She took my hand and led me back down the hall. I followed Sara into the locker room again. She took the key off of her wrist and opened our locker. “Damn it,” she said. “I don’t know if I can go all-in, but I’m at least going up there naked.” She slipped her panties off and tossed them in the locker. Wordlessly, I slipped and boxers off and tossed them in after Sara’s panties.
It may have been an odd reaction, but, at that moment, I was incredibly proud of Sara. I looked at her. She always looked best naked, but she looked absolutely wonderful at that moment.
Naked we walked to the locker room door. Just as Sara was about to open it, it was pushed open by a couple in a tux and an evening gown. Seeing us in their way, the man said, quite pleasantly, “Going all in, I see.”
The lady said, “We’ll be there with you as soon as we get these things off.” The couple stood aside and let us out into the hall.
Naked, we walked back to where Derek and Christina were standing at the foot of the stairs. Derek said, “I’d wish you told us that you were stripping down. Just a minute.” Derek took Christina’s hand and they walked back down the hall.
Derek and Christina were back quickly, naked. Derek did have a cyclist’s body, although he was quite well-endowed. Of course, I’ve no idea how his dick compared to that of a real cyclist. Christina was, well, a vision. She was petite, but perfectly formed and in perfect proportion. Like Sara, Christina was beautiful clothed but much, much more beautiful nude.
Derek led up the steps followed by Christina and the Sara. At the back, I could look up upon the two most perfectly formed female asses I have ever seen or imagined.
The lighting on the third floor was much lower. There were several rooms with open doors. There were several people, mostly wearing panties or briefs, standing around the perimeter of the first room we walked into. On the “bed” in the center were two couples. The man of one couple was biting one of his partner’s nipples. The lady of the other couple was giving her partner a blowjob.
We stayed watching the two couples until they progressed to straight on penis-in-vagina intercourse. There was something a bit sordid about watching complete strangers have live sex right in front of you. There was also something erotic about being naked and watching it. I felt a soft hand grasp my dick for a moment. I assumed it was Sara, but I don’t know.
Derek led us out and down the hall to another room which was empty. “This should serve,” he said. We walked in. I glanced at Sara and nodded. She walked up to Derek, put her arms around his waist, pulled him to her, and kissed him.
Christina stepped right in front of me. Softly, she said “I’ve wanted to fuck you since I saw you in the hall naked.”
Truthfully, so I thought at the moment, I replied “I’ve wanted to fuck you since we met downstairs.”
Christina giggled that marvelous giggle of hers. Then she reached out and began stroking my dick. I reached forward and began fingering her. She was already wet. I put my arms around her and backed her towards the bed, letting her gently down on her back. Christina looked up at me and said, “Please?”
I climbed between Christina’s legs and slowly slid my dick into her. Starting a slow motion, I supported myself on my forearms and started nibbling Christina’s neck. Christina felt wonderful. With my eyes closed, I would have thought I was fucking Sara; Christina had the same sensitivity and muscle control. However, I kept my eyes open and focused on her face. In another similarity to Sara, Christina’s facial expression became very special when she was having sex.
It was so naughty but also so good, that Christina and I were taking it slow to prolong the experience. Finally, she softly bit my ear and whispered “We’re being watched.” Glancing up into a mirror over the bed, I could see several people gathered just inside the door of our room. It looked like a few were masturbating.
I whispered to Christina, “Want to give them a show?” She giggled again. I took that as a yes and began thrusting into her much more forcefully. Christina began bucking underneath me and moaning. Some of it was for show, but it had the effect of stimulating both of us. Soon I had forgotten about anyone but Christina and was focused on thrusting my dick in that wet, warm, wonderful part of her.
Finally, much more loudly than I think she intended, Christina said, “Come, uh, in, uh, me, PLEASE!” I did.
Sara and Derek had already finished and were sitting on the bed watching us. After we finished, Sara just said, “wow!”
Christina sat up and kissed me. Then she reached a finger between her legs, picking up a drop of my come on her finger, she out her finger in her mouth and licked it clean. She put her hand between her legs a second time and brought up a finger with another glob, which she held in front of my mouth. I thought, ‘what the hell,’ and licked her finger.
We all four got up off the bed and walked out of the room. In the hallway, Sara gave me a long kiss. Her anxiety seemed gone. I was pretty sure that she was enjoying herself.
Derek turned to us, “I think that there is a pool and things in the basement. Do you want to take a look?”
Sara and Christina both nodded energetically. Next to the stair case was an elevator. When the car came, we all four got on, naked. The elevator stopped one four down and a clothed couple got on. It wasn’t that large an elevator car, and my dick was rubbing against the clothed lady’s skirt.
The clothed couple got off at one. He turned to us, holding the door open for a moment. We could see other clothed couples behind them. The man smiled and just said, “Nice.” His companion looked at me and repeated, “Nice.”
In the basement, we stepped out of the elevator onto a tiled floor. Another young lady wearing the Club’s polo shirt was handing out towels. Just past her, the door to a sauna opened and out walked the couple we had seen in evening clothes in the locker room earlier. Of course, they were both naked now. A bit older, but the lady was attractive. The lady recognized Sara and me. “I told you we’d get comfortable.”
The man with her asked, “Come down to join our Friday night tub? Just wait a second while we shower off and we’ll explain the rules.”
The couple walked over to a shower mounted to the tile wall and washed each other off. Walking back, the lady said, “The Club will tell you that this is against the rules, but most of the people in the tub on Friday nights are regulars.” Nodding towards the young lady passing out towels, the lady added “we all tip Jennifer to keep us out of trouble.”
The man interjected, “Dear, now you’ve got them wondering what it is we do down here that is so terrible.”
The lady smiled. “Oh, sorry. Well, the Club says that there is no sex in the hot tub. Our Friday night rule is that any lady in the tub must have a man inside of her at all times.”
Jennifer laughed and said, “I didn’t hear that.”
The evening dress lady smiled more broadly. “Now that you know the real rule, do you care to join us?”
The four of us looked at each other. Sara and Christina both said, “Definitely!”
We followed the older couple along the tile floor to a bend at the wall. To our left, out of sight of the elevator (and of Jennifer as long as she didn’t move) was a large Jacuzzi. Several couples were in it. Every lady was straddling a man.
The older lady led her partner into the tub. He sat down with his back against the side of the tub. Both of his hands were below the water. The lady straddled him and stood for a moment. Her pubes were at about her partner’s eye level. Then the lady lowered herself down onto her partner.
Christina took my hand and led me into the tub. The situation had, of course, gotten me hard again. Facing me, Christina gently pushed my chest and I sat down on a ledge built into the tub wall below the water level. The water was warm, but not uncomfortably hot.
Christina wanted to imitate the older lady standing right with her patch right in front of her partner’s face, but wasn’t tall enough. So, Christina climbed up on the bench I was sitting on, placing a foot on either side of me. That spread her out up punt her pussy level with my mouth.
Christina said, sweetly, “Take a good look.” I did, then leaned forward and licked her clit with my tongue. Christina squatted down onto me as I guided my dick into her again. Then I slid forward so she could wrap her legs around me.
Sara led Derek into the tub. Derek was quite hard. Sara repeated the displaying act of the older lady and Christina. Derek fingered Sara’s clit, and then Sara sat down on him.
It was a very odd thing. Everyone was in coitus, but it was really more like a coffee klatch. Conversation ranged across the tub about politics, the Jays, and the Leafs. Every so often, you would see a lady move up and down a few times, presumably to keep her partner hard.
Christina leaned her breasts into my chest and placed her right cheek against my left. “This is nice,” she said softly. I agreed.
The older lady leaned over. “There is another rule. No coming in the tub. If you want to finish, get out and go over there.” She pointed to a chaise with cushions a few feet away from the tub. Chuckling, the lady continued, “We’ll all watch.”
To my greater amazement, couples did periodically, leave the tub, spread towels out on the chaise, and fuck in full view of the tub denizens. While one couple was going at it, the older lady leaned over and said softly, “Oh, if someone is fucking over there, we watch but we never comment.”
Finally, the older couple we’d been talking to got out of the tub. They spread towels on the chaise and she lay down on her back. Her partner gave her what appeared to be an enjoyable banging.
Pleasant as the evening was, we were all getting tired. Finally, Sara said to Christina, “Who’s first?”
Christina replied, “You go.”
Sara led Derek out of the tub and they spread towels over the chaise. This time I got to watch Derek fuck my wife. It was hot and I’m sure Sara enjoyed it.
Then it was my and Christina’s turn. Rather than lying down on the chaise, Christina said to me, “You were on top last time.”
I lay on my back and Christina rode my cowgirl style. I knew from earlier that Christina became even more beautiful while having sex. Watching her ride me in the full light of the tub area was incredible. So was her ability to squeeze me with her vaginal muscles. Once again, she insisted that I come in her.
It was getting late. We all showered and went upstairs and rather regretfully dressed.
Outside the Club there were a number of cabs despite the hour. Before we separated, Derek asked “Did you buy the weekend membership?”
I nodded.
“Coming back tomorrow?”
Sara said emphatically, “Yes!”
Christina interjected gleefully, “Wonderful.”
Derek said, “Meet us in the first floor bar about 9:00?”
We made the date.
We took a cab back to the hotel. In our room, we stripped off and went to bed. Sara was still energized.
“That was wonderful,” she said. “Thank you so much for coming.”
“Well, “I replied, “I came a couple of times. So did you, I think.”
Sara giggled. “I really like Derek and Christina,” she said.
“I agree. They seem like nice people.”
Sara reached for me. “Do you want to fuck your wife once tonight instead of someone else’s fiancé?”
I did and we did.
We slept late the next day. I did take Sara up the CN Tower and treated myself to an hour in the Hockey Hall of Fame. We actually took a short nap together and then had another early dinner.
The prep time to go to the Club was less tonight. I was warm enough that I thought I could dump the jacket. Sara came out of the bath in the same tight black dress as the night before.
“Sorry, I only brought the one nice dress, and I really didn’t wear it much last night,” she said. Her eyes were gleaming. I also noticed that she wasn’t wearing anything under the dress.
The same young lady was at the front desk as the night before. As I said, she was good. She seemed genuinely pleased to see us again.
“Welcome back. We’re glad that you chose to return. Enjoying your stay in Toronto?”
She handed me another Club charge card. “I don’t need your credit card again. I’ll just reopen your account from last night. If you don’t want to check with me when you leave tonight, please give me an e-mail and I’ll send you an itemized copy of your charges.”
I gave her my e-mail address. At this point, I really hoped that I received promotional material from the Club.
Christina and Derek were in the bar with another couple. Derek stepped forward a few steps as if to intercept us before we got all the way to their table. Quietly and frowning slightly, he said “This man is the colleague who told me about this place. They saw Christina and me when we came in and cornered us.”
Derek ushered the rest of the way to the table. Christina looked directly in my eyes and smiled a smile I’d only ever seen from Sara before. At the table, Derek and Sara ostentatiously hugged and Derek ran his hand down Sara’s sheathed ass. Derek raised an eyebrow and asked Sara, “Nothing?”
Sara smiled and confirmed, “Nothing.”
Derek said, Sara, Harry, I’d like you to meet Shelly and Frank. Yes, those are their real names too. Frank is the man who told me about this Club.” I shook hands with Frank. He was heavy-set, more so that me; and I had the impression (later reinforced) that Frank didn’t exercise that much. He was quiet, but you got the impression that he saw and remembered everything.
Frank’s partner, Shelly, gave me a hug. Shelly had a dark tan and rather frizzy blonde hair. She wore a white knit dress of a weave so loose it was quasi-see-through. Shelly appeared not to be wearing anything else, and didn’t appear to have much figure.
Shelly took charge of the conversation until she finally instructed, “Ok. Upstairs.”
In the locker room, Sara took over her dress to reveal that she was nude underneath. Again, I was struck by how incredibly beautiful Sara was (and still is) with no clothes on.
Looking at Sara, Shelly declared, “Good. Let’s get right to it.” She pulled her dress over her head. As I thought, Shelly also had nothing on under her dress. At least in my opinion, the effect was not the same as when Sara disrobed.
Christina laughed and said, “Sara, I’d wished you had told me so I’d not have wasted time with this bra and panties.” Christina took her underwear off.
Derek was wearing a pair of tight red briefs tonight (red?). Seeing Christina go totally nude, he pulled them off. He said, somewhat apologetically to Frank, “I have to go with my partner.”
Frank left his own briefs on. I don’t know why. The damned things were transparent.
Shelly said, “Follow me.” We followed her down a different hallway from the locker room to a brightly lit room. In the center was a massage table. Along a wall were a sink and a shelf with bottles of oil. There was a table with a stack of towels in a corner.
Shelly, still playing cruise director, said, “We each get five or six minutes on the table. Everyone else massages the person on the table. Anyone can touch the person on the table anywhere.” She slapped the table. “Harry, you get on first. Face down.”
I did as I was told. Soon, I felt five pairs of oiled hands over my neck, shoulders, back, legs, and feet. I wondered for a second, ‘what about my ass?’ That question was soon answered as a pair of hands started work on each cheek.
Then, I heard Shelly say, “Ladies, I want to show you something. Sara, please help me.”
Next, hands were spreading my ass cheeks apart. Then I felt a finger probing my asshole. Naturally, I tightened up. Shelly hissed, “Relax.” I tried to.
With a slight bit of effort, the finger penetrated deeper. Soon, it was massaging my prostate. The feeling was incredible. There was a bit of pain, but also a lot of pleasure. I could feel my dick underneath me getting very hard.
Suddenly, the finger withdrew. I heard water running and Shelly saying, “Turn him over.” I helped flip myself over on my back to free my hard-on.
I saw both Christina and Sara smiling. I heard Derek say “damn.” Christina and Sara quickly spread oil and their hands and began stroking me. The prostate massage had already gotten me pretty far along and it wasn’t long before I shot. Hard, into Christina’s face. The ladies kept stroking and I kept shooting. Sara leaned over me and took some in her face. By the time I was done, Sara and Christina were laughing. I had to agree with Derek, “Damn!”
Sara bent down and licked me clean. As I shakily sat up, Christina and Sara toweled off each other’s faces.
Before anyone else could get on the table, a stranger in underwear stuck his head in the door and said, “Hey, Shelly, Frank. I thought I’d find you here.”
Shelly airily said, “We’ll be back.” She and Frank left the room. We didn’t see them again that night.
Getting off of the massage table, I asked, “Sara? Christina?”
Sara said, “No. I think Derek should get up there. On his face.”
Derek climbed on the table. We took longer massaging his irrelevant bits. He knew what was coming and we wanted to build the anticipation. Finally, Christina spread Derek’s buttocks and Sara worked her finger into his asshole. Apparently, Sara did a good job because Derek started a low moan. Sara pulled out and went to the sink to wash her hand. I helped Christina roll Derek over. His ordinarily large dick was huge. Christina began stroking it, joined in a moment by Sara. I stood back to watch.
Like me, it didn’t take Derek long to erupt. As Sara sensed he was about to, she leaned her breasts over Derek’s dick so that he came all over her chest. Christina did not join in, but, when Derek was done. Christina licked Derek’s come off of Sara’s chest.
Derek and I both needed a few minutes to recover. Then we climbed up to the third floor. The rooms were fuller tonight, but we found a room that only one other couple was using. Sara and Christina looked at Derek and me. Both of us nodded. Christina went to a couch and lay on her back, spreading her legs. Sara got on the couch above Christina, swinging a leg over Christina’s head. Sara lowered her face to Christina’s cunt and her cunt to Christina’s face. Derek and I stood, getting hard, watching our ladies do 69.
While Sara and Christina were doing each other, a small crowd gathered to watch the girl-on-girl. Both ladies shuddered and Sara collapsed onto Christina. I inferred that both had good orgasms. After they disentangled and sat up, Sara said, “Guys, you’re on your own for a while. We need rest.”
Almost immediately, a naked blonde with large breasts, who had been standing further along the wall came up to me and said, “May I help?”
She looked pretty young, but I knew that she had to be legal age to get in. I looked at Sara, who nodded yes, and I said “Sure.”
The young lady sank to her knees in front of me and took me in her mouth. She was good. As I came, my knees actually buckled. Someone caught me so I didn’t bash my head.
Finished with me, the young blonde slid on her knees in front of Derek. She looked up at him and he nodded. She took Derek in her mouth. Derek must be made of sterner stuff. He came, but he kept his balance.
The four of us walked to the small bar on the third floor and got drinks. The barmaid, who was clothed but very attractive, looked at us, smiled, and said, “Busy, eh?”
Somewhat reinvigorated, Derek suggested that we check the Jacuzzi again. Again, a clothed couple got on the elevator on the second floor. This time, a second clothed couple boarded on one. The lady who got on at two had to push her silk sheathed ass against my dick. I was liking this elevator.
We got out last in the basement. Jennifer faithfully handed us towels. Brightly, she said, “Your friends are back.”
I had to ask Jennifer, “Do you work every night?”
“No, only Thursday through Sunday. Those are our busiest nights. Where could I find someplace more entertaining?”
I hadn’t noticed that Christina had a small envelope taped to her ankle. She ripped it off, opened it, and handed Jennifer several bills.
“Thank you very much,” Jennifer said. “But, that wasn’t necessary. The regulars take very good care of me and I know that most the guests have nowhere to carry money.”
Walking to the Jacuzzi, we saw that the older couple from last night was, indeed, in the tub again with the lady straddled over her partner.
“Welcome backed,” they chorused. The lady added, “It’s good to see all of you again.”
We took our positions in the tub, me in Christina and Derek in Sara. When we were ready to leave, each temporary couple again fucked on the chaise in full view of the denizens of the tub.
Outside on the street, Derek asked us, “So, what did you really think?”
Sara enthusiastically said, “We loved it, both nights.” She looked at me for confirmation.
“Absolutely,” I said. “And, we could not possibly have found better people with whom to share the experience.”
Christina stepped forward, hugged me, and gave me a long kiss. Derek did the same with Sara.
Derek asked, “What time do you leave tomorrow?” I told him.
“Do you want to get brunch?” Derek asked.
We said yes enthusiastically. Derek gave us the name of a restaurant. “It’s on Queen’s Quay on the waterfront. You can walk from your hotel. See you there at 11:00.”
We really did want to postpone our parting from Derek and Christina. At the hotel early Sunday morning before we went to bed, Sara had said, “Last night I said that I really liked Derek and Christina. I think that I love them. Is that ok?”
I had hugged Sara and kissed her. “It’s very ok. I love them too,” I had said.
It was another great spring day on Sunday. We sat on a patio of the restaurant with a breeze of the water flapping the Canadian flags on poles along the water.
When Sara and I walked up, Christina said, “Hey! Hello. I almost didn’t recognize you with clothes on!” Christina was joking, but her comment drew a few looks from diners at the surrounding tables.
We chatted and ate. After we finished, Christina said, “Derek and I talked last night and again this morning. We really like you two, I mean really like. After I met Derek, I thought that I’d never want sex with another man, or woman. But, doing it with you two and Derek is so very special.”
Sara reached across the table and took Christina’s hand. “We feel exactly the same way.”
Derek said, “Well, what we are trying to say is that we’d like to get together with you again, regularly if you are willing to.”
Sara looked at me and then faced Derek. “Of course. Why thank you. We’d love that, and we love both of you.”
Christina said, “Another thing, we haven’t set the exact date yet, but the wedding will be this summer, probably early August, here in Toronto. You have to come.”
I responded, “Invite us and we’ll be here.”
Derek said, “I can’t be sure of it yet, but I’m working on something special in connection with the wedding. If it comes off, we’d like to share it with you.”
Sara spoke for both of us. “Derek, we’ll share anything with you and Christina.”
Pearson Airport is one of those places where you clear US Customs and Immigration before you board your flight. The ICE officer looked at our Canadian entry stamps from Friday. “Only two days, did you have a good trip?”
I don’t think the ICE officer understood when Sara answered that question, “Life changing.”