Seaside swinging

Swinging at the seaside. A night at a swingers hotel.

The town of Blackpool, UK, is a tourist town on the west coast of England. It's hey-day has long gone now, and parts of it could do with a bit of TLC, but it can still pack of punch if you want to get away for a few days. In the autumn at a weekend when it has it's illuminations season, it can be packed with day trippers. It has many famous attractions drawing in the families, it also has a seedy side hiding in plain sight.

Amongst the masses of hotels and guest houses in the resort, some offer facilities that only adults inclined to certain activities would get involved in.

My husband Chris wanted a few nights away in Blackpool. I really wasn't keen. I loved the place as a girl when my parents took me for the very occasional holiday there. It was a long drive from our home, a good 300 miles, but the pleasure Beach funfair, The Tower, the illuminations, it was a place I wanted to be.
I didn't want to be there now though. As I got older I just saw it as tacky.

"Why Chris" I asked.

There was a Fireworks championship event taking place and he wanted to see the fireworks. No matter how I tried, I just couldn't remove the child from the man.

As per usual he booked an adult only hotel. Don't get me wrong, not all adult only hotels were swinging joints in the resort. In Blackpool, the majority were not. Most were just places where they didn't want kids, so those without kids could relax, without kids.

Chris booked one such hotel as he usually did, This hotel did have a 'playroom.'
It was classed as an hotel, but it was more of a guest house. Probably no more than eight bedrooms, a dining room, and a bar area. It also had this odd looking playroom decorated in deep purple with the usual leather bed and a spanking bench. Toys were available as well for couples inclined to use them.

When we arrived we settled into our room before heading to the bar for a drink. It was a very small bar area, just enough space for the residents really. On the next table was an older couple.

Vicky and Tom were late 50's. Probably been swinging all their married lives I suspected. Chris engaged them in conversation, although Tom seemed a bit wary of Chris. My husband does look like a rough bloke to be honest. He's not a small bloke, he's 6ft 4, and a good foot and 2 inches taller than I am. A few tattoo's on his arms just to add to the rough looking appearance. But in all truth, Chris, when you get to know him is the softest hearted guy you could meet, and very softly spoken. His voice doesn't fit his appearance at all. I just call him "Soft lad". My husband never get's angry either, it's weird.
One thing he is though is very, very, highly sexed. We had been married 3 years at this point. I was 27 and Chris was a couple of years older than me. It wasn't that he was off the scale with his sex drive, it's just that there were no boundaries when it came to sex. It was anything goes which is how he got me into swinging.

I found Tom and Vicky fascinating. When you meet somebody and you think they are just an ordinary older couple, and it turns out they have mind blowing stories to tell. That was Tom and Vicky. We got around to the subject of swinging and I was right, they had been swinging most of their lives, although as they got older the partners they could swing with dried up. But they still visited swinging clubs and hotels. We were all very relaxed.

"Your wife is very pretty " Tom told Chris.

"Would you like to go to bed with her" Chris replied.

"Love to" Tom replied.

"We'll were up for fun if you are" Chris told them.

We finished our drinks and headed upstairs to our bedroom. Non of us wasted any time getting stripped off. Tom had a bit of middle age spread, but still looked quite physically fit. He had a nice backside on him which was pleasing to see. Vicky looked good also for her age, I couldn't help noticing how thick her cunt lips were.
Chris began to lick Vicky out and suck on her clit whilst I went down on Tom. I hadn't seen anything like it, his girth wasn't massive, but I have never seen such a big gland on the end of a man's shaft as his. I had to open my mouth to the full to get it in, and couldn't wait to feel it inside me. We were both working furiously on our respective swinging partners. I could taste Tom's cum much to my delight. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched as I sucked his cock. Meanwhile Chris had his tongue firmly up Vicky's cunt.
Tom asked me to stop and get on the bed. I did as I was asked and lay next to Vicky. Tom got on top of me and slid his massive gland inside. This encouraged Chris to do the same to Vicky. It was the first time I had seen Chris fuck a woman in her late 50's, but he wasn't going easy with her.

Tom was very gentle with me. He went up and down firm but gentle. Chris meanwhile was giving Vicky a hard fucking. She turned her head to look at me with a big smile on her face. The bed was creaking, the headboard hitting the wall from the force of two couples going hard at it on the bed. Anyone in the next bedroom were being left in no doubt what was taking place next door.

Chris was clearly going to cum. He shot his load into Vicky and as he was getting off, asked her if it had been alright for her.

"Yes thank you my love" Vicky replied.

Meanwhile, Tom was still busy with me.

"Go on Tom, her cunt's not delicate despite her being a titch" Chris said to him laughing "You won't damage her" Chris calls me 'Titch' because of my height.

Tom was so gentle and appreciative. He cum quite heavily inside me.

"Oh hell that felt good" he told me.

He got off me and we got dressed and went down to the bar. We spent the rest of the evening laughing, chatting, and sharing stories of our swinging lifestyles.