Staring in the mirror shaving, I’m considering if the course of action I’ve embarked upon is right, or if it’s going to backfire on me in spectacular fashion. We’ve talked about visiting a sex club loads of times, exposing ourselves and fucking whilst others watched. But was it fantasy or did she really have the desire to see it through? Either way I’m going to find out tonight as I’ve arranged a visit to a swingers party in Hertfordshire, just north of London.

“Babe, are you ready” she calls out to me ” you’ve been in there ages and you’re normally nagging me about how long I take to get ready”

” Yeah, just give me a minute” I yell back ” just trying to look my best for you.” That much at least is true, after all it’s best not to look too shabby when you’re walking out with a beautiful Filipina girl who looks like she could grace the cover of many a magazine. Mercy, is 39 years old and is a real head turner, easily able to pass for at least ten years younger.

Throwing on my jacket I make for the front door and compliment Mercy on what she’s wearing, a light blue shift dress and hold up stockings, not a thing more ,except her medium height spiked heels. She knows I get a massive thrill from her not wearing underwear and obliges me at every opportunity, mainly I think, as she knows it makes our spontaneous fucking so much easier. I’ve lost count of the amount of times we’ve given in to the urge and ended up in semi- public places fucking like teenagers, in the park, the pub, on the bus and even at times in the street, including one memorable occasion on a building site with Mercy holding on to a semi collapsed staircase while I plowed her from behind with a guy watching from his apartment opposite. Lucky him!!

Jumping in to the car , we set off. I’ve decided to take a rather scenic route hoping to find the right time to bring up what the suprise night out entails, when………

“So, what is the big suprise then” she blurts out ” you going to tell me or not?”

Not sure how to reply I try to skirt a little around her question, but I achieve nothing, except to make myself appear guilty of some terrible crime.

” Well, cough it up”

Here goes nothing…”we’re going to a swingers club”

Silence, not a single word passes, until the expected.

“I don’t do swinging, if I’ve told you once I’ve told you a million times I woudn’t ever consider that. So why the fuck do you think I’d go there?”

Taking a deep breath I try to explain what I’ve gotten planned. “We’re not going to swing. I phoned the girl who runs the club and she said we’re more than welcome to come along and just mingle and that if we want to just be watched together that’s ok too, as they have a policy that people only touch or join in by invitation. I just thought it might be the opportunity to fulfil the fantasy.”

Expecting a barrage I’m pleasantly suprised or should I say relieved that you say nothing. I decide to take the opportunity to drive, motoring down some lovely country lanes and through picture postcard villages. I’d probably be enjoying myself if the silence wasn’t so deafening. Then unexpectedly you turn to me…

” I not going to say this again” you blurt out ” take me to that club now before I change my mind”

Looking over in your direction, I smile, seeing the familiar red blush on your neck and chest ,signalling your excitement.