We were both exhausted after our visit to 'Chris et Manu' and slept in until midday. I woke up with a raging hard on as usual and cuddled up to Sandy. She was barely awake but when she felt my cock nudging up against her, she took hold of it, turned around, pushed her tongue deep into my mouth and slowly wanked me. I slipped my hand down to her still soaking wet cunt and played with her clit.
We talked about our experience at the Club and I said how turned on it made me to see her kissing another girl and having her pussy eaten. She had already told me about a few girl/girl experiences she had while working for the airline before she got into the real estate business, but, seeing her enjoying another girl in the flesh was a massive turn on for me.
Talking about our evening at the Club had me rock hard and Sandy slipped down in the bed and sucked on me until I shot a load into her mouth. She swallowed, came back up the bed and kissed me, letting me taste what was left of my cum.
We got up and showered, dressed, ordered a late breakfast and went for a walk in the nearby Bois de Boulogne. We chatted more about our experience at the Club and decided we had to go back again that evening. We enjoyed a great meal just off the Champs Elysee and took a taxi to the Club around 11-00 o'clock.
I had watched Sandy showering and dressing before we went out. I loved watching her putting on her black shiny hold up stockings and tiny G string and I helped her into he 4 " black high heels. I already had a raging hard on but resisted the temptation, wanting to save my energy for the Club later. Her black leather mini skirt barely covered her lacy stocking tops and she was wearing a silky black and gold top and no bra. Needless to say she attracted a lot of attention in the restaurant.
I had been a stockings lover since a boy, feeling how silky my Mothers nylons felt as they dried in front of our living room fire. I had found any excuse to put my hand on my Mom's legs when we were sitting close and I am sure she knew what I was doing. I once stole a stocking from her drawers in her bedroom and kept it under the mattress on my bed. I would wrap it round my cock at night when I jerked off. One day it was missing, only to return the next evening. She had obviously found it, washed it clean of all my cum and replaced it for me. Quite often I would sit close to her while watching television and let my hand rest on her knee, slowly moving my fingers to feel the silky nylons. She never objected. She knew my fetish.
Enough of my stocking fetish and back to the Swingers Club. I just couldn't get out of my mind watching Sandy enjoying the girl going down on her the night before and watching her being fucked. I couldn't wait to see more. Hearing Sandy tell me about her previous adventures was always a great turn on for me, but nothing like as erotic as watching her being sucked and fucked right in front of me.
We arrived at the Club and were welcomed like lost friends by the female boss. She made us feel so welcome and when we descended the stairs into the bar area a lot of admiring heads turned our way. Sandy was looking fabulous in her short mini skirt, showing off her nylon sheathed legs in high heels. Everything about her said "Please fuck me" and I couldn't wait to watch.
We sat on high stools at the bar for a while drinking our first glass of Champagne. Sandy loves champagne and I could tell she was very quickly getting in the mood. She was receiving admiring looks from both men and women alike and I decided to make an unnecessary trip to the loo just to see what might happen. Sure enough, when I returned after a few minutes, Sandy was surrounded by two guys and one couple busy trying to engage her in conversation, which was not so easy considering her lack of French and their limited English.