My wife and I travelled to Paris for our anniversary and decided to go to a sex club while we were there.

It had been over twelve years since either of us had fucked anyone else. We’d talked about having an open marriage, or at least the possibility of swinging, but somehow it never transpired. But we decided that this was the time.

We really had no idea what to expect and were both a little drunk when we got to the club. The place was pretty dark, but gradually, as our eyes adjusted, we could see that different people around us were fucking and sucking each other, huddled in corners or melting into lush furniture. 

At first we just observed. I got hard as a rock as I watched a gorgeous woman who must have been at least 50 years old squat on the cock of a dude who looked 25. I didn’t even... Read More