My wife and I used to have an incredible sex life. When we first started dating, she would try anything and had a huge appetite for sex. The last ten years have been somewhat different, with the occasional fuck, blow job, or hand job and not too much passion.
I guess that's most relationships. Things get easy, focus shifts to family and work and less on each other. We both knew it and both accepted it as part of life and changing times. We are happily married, but the spark has dimmed.
Michelle is stunning and looks nowhere near 51 years of age. She's 165cm tall and 110 lbs. She's got amazing tits considering she's had a child, and at 51, they are still perky with very sensitive dark nipples. She's slender and has amazing legs and ass. She's heavily inked and has a full sleeve on one arm, tattoos under each boob, and leg tattoos on both the front and back of her thighs. She's a sight for sore eyes, and whenever we go on holiday, you can feel the eyes pouring over her body when we are at the pool.
It was coming up to my 50th birthday, and Michelle asked me what I wanted. I told her that I really wanted to go to a swingers club. It's something we've spoken about many times before and have watched many documentaries about over the years. She wanted to give me something I really wanted, and I don't really want anything present-wise, but this is something that I really, really wanted.
We spoke about it for a while and agreed that we would go and also agreed on some rules:
We would go to one that is outside of our town.
We would go with the intention to watch and fuck only each other.
She would wear whatever I chose for her (my rule to offset 2).
We would both drink and maybe partake in other things.
We would book a hotel and stay over for the weekend.
So with all this in mind, I set about looking where to go and doing my research. I started looking at cities I liked to visit, such as London, Leeds and Liverpool and chose a club in Liverpool as the reviews were good, and there were a lot of them, which suggested a lively venue.
I exchanged emails with the venue and advised them we hadn't been before. They said that we'd get well looked after and to ideally turn up before 10 pm on the night to settle in before it got busy. With all this lined up and Michelle agreeing, we booked our hotel in Liverpool, and I started to find the right outfit for Michelle for her debut at a Swingers Club.
The Saturday started with us waking up and chatting excitedly about what the night might hold. I read from the club's website what delights they had on offer. They had a sauna and Jacuzzi, a dungeon, a Gloryhole corridor, private playrooms, a cinema room, a bar, and changing rooms. It was all starting to get real, and we joked about being in a venue with such a sexual atmosphere and an array of rooms to explore.
We somehow managed to get through the rest of the day and jumped in the car and headed over to Liverpool to our hotel. On arrival, we stopped at the hotel bar and ordered a bottle of Champagne. The bubbles went straight to our heads, and we were like teenagers again, hyped up on a sexual charge and buzzing for what lay ahead.
When we got to our room, Michelle went and took a shower as I laid out her outfit for the evening. I had gone for the slutty look that I knew she pulled off incredibly well. I bought a leather corset which would display her great tits when tied tightly at the back. A tiny black see thru thong and sky-scraper black high heels. She wore heels so well and had an amazing amount of sass to her walk when she wore them.
She came out of the bathroom and stood naked, I stared and took in her amazing body. She always had a small strip of pubic hair but today she had shaven it completely bare. She slowly turned around and bent over from the waist, she reached back and took hold of a cheek in each hand opening herself wide and showing me how smooth her arse was also. I felt a twitch in my pants instantly and walked over and touched her arse with my hand. She bolted upright and turned and wagged a finger at me and told me to wait.
She wandered over to the bed and looked at her clothing items or lack of them. She took the thong and slipped it on and pulled it into place. The sheer black fabric showed me her bare pussy beautifully. She then took the corset and held it in place and asked me to tie up the back which I did pulling tightly and tying it at the bottom in a nice bow. She turned around and her tits looked amazing pushed up high and round and firm nearly spilling over the top. She then stood in her heels and walked over to the mirror to take in her look, she smiled that filthy little smile and turned back to me and suggested we leave. She threw on a long overcoat over her scantily clad body and we left for the club.
The taxi drew up at the club just after 10 pm and we got out and the taxi drove off. Michelle grabbed my hand and held it tightly and we walked to the door and pressed the buzzer to gain entrance.
The door was answered by a very attractive young woman called Kay. She was taller than Michelle and had on yellow high heels and a matching bra and thong. She welcomed us to the club and told us not to be worried and she'd look out for us. She paid a lot of attention to Michelle and made her feel comfortable. She took Michelle off to the changing rooms to find a locker and make her feel settled as I was ushered to the bar. I had 1 hour of wearing clothes before I had to dress down to either boxer shorts, a towel or nothing. Women were there to dress to impress so I'm guessing Michelle will tick the box.