Author's note: Thanks to
fungi469
for his work editing this story and putting it in its final form. Also thanks to Freckledbird, who corrected the first version.
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Shel and I have been married for 19 years. She is 45 and I am 49 and we're both in pretty good condition. We're not supermodels, but only a few have run away screaming. Shel's best features are her long, slim legs and her luscious breasts which sit high and firm on her chest.
We started going to swingers clubs about eight years ago. The uninhibited atmosphere really turned us on but we remained strictly soft swingers, which meant that although we had met and played with many couples, we had drawn the line at full sex with other people. We'd been to a lot of different swingers clubs in the UK, but had never visited any abroad. As our kids were now late teens, we were going to take our first trip abroad by ourselves since the kids were born. By using some air miles we were able get to Amsterdam and stay in a first-class hotel. We also planned on going to
Fun4Two
which we'd heard was the best swingers club in Europe.
We landed Schipol airport around lunchtime and an hour later we were checked into our hotel. We weren't going to let the light rain and chilly temperatures keep us from seeing as much of Amsterdam as we could, so Shel quickly changed from the jeans she had been wearing to a sexy black skirt with some thigh-high stockings, a thin v-neck cashmere sweater which showed off beautifully the tops of her 34D breasts, and a black leather jacket to repel the rain. She looked gorgeous and sexy.
We had a look around the red-light district, although in the afternoon it was not as lively as we had hoped it might be. So we went into a bar for a few beers and a snack. After our refreshments we went into a couple of adult shops and bought a vibrator and cock ring to have fun with later that night in the hotel room. By now it was late afternoon and too late to go to most of the tourist attractions, but too early for any of the evening entertainment to start. Not knowing what to do, Shel suggested trying one of the famous coffee houses. We had never been into drugs so even weed was new to us, but we thought, What the hell
!
We're on holiday. As long as we're careful we'll be OK.
We had noticed a coffee house on the corner near the hotel, so we decided to give it a try. The place was fairly small and dimly lit with just a few customers scattered round the shop. The air was heavy with what we took to be the smell of cannabis. A bit nervous, we selected a table near the counter. A black guy came from behind the counter and asked what we would like. He appeared to be around 40 and looked a little like a slightly older Will Smith. Luckily, he was able to speak some English. He showed us a menu of the different smokes offered, but we didn't have a clue what to ask for as we did not want to get stuff which was too strong for us. Since Shel was the keenest to try some weed, I decided to just have a cup of tea so I would have a clear head and be able to look after her. Then I had a flash of inspiration! Knowing that we had a great hotel room to go back to and some toys to play with, I asked the shop owner if he had any smokes which would make her horny! Shel about fell out of her chair laughing. She said there was no way would he have anything like that. I expected the shop owner to laugh as well, but instead he went behind the counter and started rolling a smoke. He came back with my tea and two long, rolled joints.
"Try one of these," he said to Shel. She looked a bit apprehensive, but I said, "Its OK, I'm just drinking tea. I'll take care of you." Still looking uncertain, she lit up and inhaled. I waited for something to happen, but there was no immediate change in her. As I sipped at my tea, she kept on smoking, and over the next 15 minutes I started seeing small changes in her behavior. She was soon giggling at the slightest thing and her eyes seemed brighter. Then she started rubbing her leg against mine. She then leaned over and said softly to me, "I feel very wet all of a sudden. Can we go back to the hotel soon?"
I thought, "Wow this stuff is certainly doing something!" It was like it had amplified her horny feelings. Normally it took a few drinks and some stimulation to get her like this. Wanting to see how horny she would really get, I suggested she have the other smoke before we headed back to the hotel. Shel agreed to this and lit the second one.
A few minutes later the owner came over to ask if we wanted anything else. "We're fine, thanks," I replied. But as he was walking away, Shel whispered in my ear, "He's really nice looking. I like him." I knew that Shel had a fantasy about black men, but we had never seriously discussed making it happen.
Would she really like to have sex with the café owner? I decided to see how far she would take it, knowing that I was sober enough to stop it if things got out of hand.
"So what would you like to do with him?" I asked her.
"I'm not sure," she said. "I just feel so horny that I want to try something"
Knowing she was normally a bit shy, I wondered if the weed had made her more confident, so I said, "Well, the café is just about empty. Why don't you go to the counter, ask him a question and make sure you lean right over so he can see down your top?" Much to my amazement she did just that! I saw her talking to the owner, leaning right over, then totally out of character she put her hand down her top as if she were adjusting her bra. I could see the owner was enjoying the show. He looked over at me quizzically and I just raised my cup as if to say, "No problem."
Just at that point, the last customer got up and left the shop. While I walked over to lock the door, Shel went behind the counter. I put up the "
Closed
" sign and heard whispering and then a giggle. When I went back to the counter, Shel was stroking the owners arm while he caressed her ass. I still wasn't sure where this was going, but so far it was feeling good.
"The special horny cannabis is working, yes?" he grinned at me. Shel was really leaning into him now. I could tell she wanted to kiss him.
"Looks that way," I replied.
"I'm called Wim," he said.
"Wim, it looks like she wants you," I said, nodding my approval. "Let's see how happy you can make her. I won't join in, but I'll be watching closely. If anything looks to be upsetting her, I will stop it straight away. Agreed?"
He gave me a big smile and turned his face to Shel. As he started kissing her, I could see his hand going up under her sweater. He was giving her breasts some attention and she was moaning gently into his mouth. I looked round to see if anyone from the street could see what was happening, but the windows were steamed up enough to prevent that.
