The Canadian Trip

It was so naughty but also so good, that Christina and I were taking it slow to prolong the experience. Finally, she softly bit my ear and whispered "We're being watched." Glancing up into a mirror over the bed, I could see several people gathered just inside the door of our room. It looked like a few were masturbating.

I whispered to Christina, "Want to give them a show?" She giggled again. I took that as a yes and began thrusting into her much more forcefully. Christina began bucking underneath me and moaning. Some of it was for show, but it had the effect of stimulating both of us. Soon I had forgotten about anyone but Christina and was focused on thrusting my dick in that wet, warm, wonderful part of her.

Finally, much more loudly than I think she intended, Christina said, "Come, uh, in, uh, me, PLEASE!" I did.

Sara and Derek had already finished and were sitting on the bed watching us. After we finished, Sara just said, "wow!"

Christina sat up and kissed me. Then she reached a finger between her legs, picking up a drop of my come on her finger, she out her finger in her mouth and licked it clean. She put her hand between her legs a second time and brought up a finger with another glob, which she held in front of my mouth. I thought, 'what the hell,' and licked her finger.

We all four got up off the bed and walked out of the room. In the hallway, Sara gave me a long kiss. Her anxiety seemed gone. I was pretty sure that she was enjoying herself.

Derek turned to us, "I think that there is a pool and things in the basement. Do you want to take a look?"

Sara and Christina both nodded energetically. Next to the stair case was an elevator. When the car came, we all four got on, naked. The elevator stopped one four down and a clothed couple got on. It wasn't that large an elevator car, and my dick was rubbing against the clothed lady's skirt.

The clothed couple got off at one. He turned to us, holding the door open for a moment. We could see other clothed couples behind them. The man smiled and just said, "Nice." His companion looked at me and repeated, "Nice."

In the basement, we stepped out of the elevator onto a tiled floor. Another young lady wearing the Club's polo shirt was handing out towels. Just past her, the door to a sauna opened and out walked the couple we had seen in evening clothes in the locker room earlier. Of course, they were both naked now. A bit older, but the lady was attractive. The lady recognized Sara and me. "I told you we'd get comfortable."

The man with her asked, "Come down to join our Friday night tub? Just wait a second while we shower off and we'll explain the rules."

The couple walked over to a shower mounted to the tile wall and washed each other off. Walking back, the lady said, "The Club will tell you that this is against the rules, but most of the people in the tub on Friday nights are regulars." Nodding towards the young lady passing out towels, the lady added "we all tip Jennifer to keep us out of trouble."

The man interjected, "Dear, now you've got them wondering what it is we do down here that is so terrible."

The lady smiled. "Oh, sorry. Well, the Club says that there is no sex in the hot tub. Our Friday night rule is that any lady in the tub must have a man inside of her at all times."

Jennifer laughed and said, "I didn't hear that."

The evening dress lady smiled more broadly. "Now that you know the real rule, do you care to join us?"

The four of us looked at each other. Sara and Christina both said, "Definitely!"

We followed the older couple along the tile floor to a bend at the wall. To our left, out of sight of the elevator (and of Jennifer as long as she didn't move) was a large Jacuzzi. Several couples were in it. Every lady was straddling a man.

The older lady led her partner into the tub. He sat down with his back against the side of the tub. Both of his hands were below the water. The lady straddled him and stood for a moment. Her pubes were at about her partner's eye level. Then the lady lowered herself down onto her partner.

Christina took my hand and led me into the tub. The situation had, of course, gotten me hard again. Facing me, Christina gently pushed my chest and I sat down on a ledge built into the tub wall below the water level. The water was warm, but not uncomfortably hot.

Christina wanted to imitate the older lady standing right with her patch right in front of her partner's face, but wasn't tall enough. So, Christina climbed up on the bench I was sitting on, placing a foot on either side of me. That spread her out up punt her pussy level with my mouth.

Christina said, sweetly, "Take a good look." I did, then leaned forward and licked her clit with my tongue. Christina squatted down onto me as I guided my dick into her again. Then I slid forward so she could wrap her legs around me.

Sara led Derek into the tub. Derek was quite hard. Sara repeated the displaying act of the older lady and Christina. Derek fingered Sara's clit, and then Sara sat down on him.

It was a very odd thing. Everyone was in coitus, but it was really more like a coffee klatch. Conversation ranged across the tub about politics, the Jays, and the Leafs. Every so often, you would see a lady move up and down a few times, presumably to keep her partner hard.

Christina leaned her breasts into my chest and placed her right cheek against my left. "This is nice," she said softly. I agreed.

The older lady leaned over. "There is another rule. No coming in the tub. If you want to finish, get out and go over there." She pointed to a chaise with cushions a few feet away from the tub. Chuckling, the lady continued, "We'll all watch."

To my greater amazement, couples did periodically, leave the tub, spread towels out on the chaise, and fuck in full view of the tub denizens. While one couple was going at it, the older lady leaned over and said softly, "Oh, if someone is fucking over there, we watch but we never comment."

Finally, the older couple we'd been talking to got out of the tub. They spread towels on the chaise and she lay down on her back. Her partner gave her what appeared to be an enjoyable banging.

Pleasant as the evening was, we were all getting tired. Finally, Sara said to Christina, "Who's first?"

Christina replied, "You go."

Sara led Derek out of the tub and they spread towels over the chaise. This time I got to watch Derek fuck my wife. It was hot and I'm sure Sara enjoyed it.

Then it was my and Christina's turn. Rather than lying down on the chaise, Christina said to me, "You were on top last time."

I lay on my back and Christina rode my cowgirl style. I knew from earlier that Christina became even more beautiful while having sex. Watching her ride me in the full light of the tub area was incredible. So was her ability to squeeze me with her vaginal muscles. Once again, she insisted that I come in her.

It was getting late. We all showered and went upstairs and rather regretfully dressed.

Outside the Club there were a number of cabs despite the hour. Before we separated, Derek asked "Did you buy the weekend membership?"

I nodded.

"Coming back tomorrow?"

Sara said emphatically, "Yes!"

Christina interjected gleefully, "Wonderful."

Derek said, "Meet us in the first floor bar about 9:00?"

We made the date.

We took a cab back to the hotel. In our room, we stripped off and went to bed. Sara was still energized.

"That was wonderful," she said. "Thank you so much for coming."

"Well, "I replied, "I came a couple of times. So did you, I think."

Sara giggled. "I really like Derek and Christina," she said.

"I agree. They seem like nice people."

Sara reached for me. "Do you want to fuck your wife once tonight instead of someone else's fiancé?"

I did and we did.

We slept late the next day. I did take Sara up the CN Tower and treated myself to an hour in the Hockey Hall of Fame. We actually took a short nap together and then had another early dinner.

The prep time to go to the Club was less tonight. I was warm enough that I thought I could dump the jacket. Sara came out of the bath in the same tight black dress as the night before.

"Sorry, I only brought the one nice dress, and I really didn't wear it much last night," she said. Her eyes were gleaming. I also noticed that she wasn't wearing anything under the dress.

The same young lady was at the front desk as the night before. As I said, she was good. She seemed genuinely pleased to see us again.

"Welcome back. We're glad that you chose to return. Enjoying your stay in Toronto?"

She handed me another Club charge card. "I don't need your credit card again. I'll just reopen your account from last night. If you don't want to check with me when you leave tonight, please give me an e-mail and I'll send you an itemized copy of your charges."

I gave her my e-mail address. At this point, I really hoped that I received promotional material from the Club.

Christina and Derek were in the bar with another couple. Derek stepped forward a few steps as if to intercept us before we got all the way to their table. Quietly and frowning slightly, he said "This man is the colleague who told me about this place. They saw Christina and me when we came in and cornered us."

Derek ushered the rest of the way to the table. Christina looked directly in my eyes and smiled a smile I'd only ever seen from Sara before. At the table, Derek and Sara ostentatiously hugged and Derek ran his hand down Sara's sheathed ass. Derek raised an eyebrow and asked Sara, "Nothing?"

Sara smiled and confirmed, "Nothing."

Derek said, Sara, Harry, I'd like you to meet Shelly and Frank. Yes, those are their real names too. Frank is the man who told me about this Club." I shook hands with Frank. He was heavy-set, more so that me; and I had the impression (later reinforced) that Frank didn't exercise that much. He was quiet, but you got the impression that he saw and remembered everything.

Frank's partner, Shelly, gave me a hug. Shelly had a dark tan and rather frizzy blonde hair. She wore a white knit dress of a weave so loose it was quasi-see-through. Shelly appeared not to be wearing anything else, and didn't appear to have much figure.

Shelly took charge of the conversation until she finally instructed, "Ok. Upstairs."

In the locker room, Sara took over her dress to reveal that she was nude underneath. Again, I was struck by how incredibly beautiful Sara was (and still is) with no clothes on.

Looking at Sara, Shelly declared, "Good. Let's get right to it." She pulled her dress over her head. As I thought, Shelly also had nothing on under her dress. At least in my opinion, the effect was not the same as when Sara disrobed.

Christina laughed and said, "Sara, I'd wished you had told me so I'd not have wasted time with this bra and panties." Christina took her underwear off.

Derek was wearing a pair of tight red briefs tonight (red?). Seeing Christina go totally nude, he pulled them off. He said, somewhat apologetically to Frank, "I have to go with my partner."

Frank left his own briefs on. I don't know why. The damned things were transparent.

Shelly said, "Follow me." We followed her down a different hallway from the locker room to a brightly lit room. In the center was a massage table. Along a wall were a sink and a shelf with bottles of oil. There was a table with a stack of towels in a corner.

Shelly, still playing cruise director, said, "We each get five or six minutes on the table. Everyone else massages the person on the table. Anyone can touch the person on the table anywhere." She slapped the table. "Harry, you get on first. Face down."

I did as I was told. Soon, I felt five pairs of oiled hands over my neck, shoulders, back, legs, and feet. I wondered for a second, 'what about my ass?' That question was soon answered as a pair of hands started work on each cheek.

Then, I heard Shelly say, "Ladies, I want to show you something. Sara, please help me."

Next, hands were spreading my ass cheeks apart. Then I felt a finger probing my asshole. Naturally, I tightened up. Shelly hissed, "Relax." I tried to.

With a slight bit of effort, the finger penetrated deeper. Soon, it was massaging my prostate. The feeling was incredible. There was a bit of pain, but also a lot of pleasure. I could feel my dick underneath me getting very hard.

Suddenly, the finger withdrew. I heard water running and Shelly saying, "Turn him over." I helped flip myself over on my back to free my hard-on.

I saw both Christina and Sara smiling. I heard Derek say "damn." Christina and Sara quickly spread oil and their hands and began stroking me. The prostate massage had already gotten me pretty far along and it wasn't long before I shot. Hard, into Christina's face. The ladies kept stroking and I kept shooting. Sara leaned over me and took some in her face. By the time I was done, Sara and Christina were laughing. I had to agree with Derek, "Damn!"

Sara bent down and licked me clean. As I shakily sat up, Christina and Sara toweled off each other's faces.

Before anyone else could get on the table, a stranger in underwear stuck his head in the door and said, "Hey, Shelly, Frank. I thought I'd find you here."

Shelly airily said, "We'll be back." She and Frank left the room. We didn't see them again that night.

Getting off of the massage table, I asked, "Sara? Christina?"

Sara said, "No. I think Derek should get up there. On his face."

Derek climbed on the table. We took longer massaging his irrelevant bits. He knew what was coming and we wanted to build the anticipation. Finally, Christina spread Derek's buttocks and Sara worked her finger into his asshole. Apparently, Sara did a good job because Derek started a low moan. Sara pulled out and went to the sink to wash her hand. I helped Christina roll Derek over. His ordinarily large dick was huge. Christina began stroking it, joined in a moment by Sara. I stood back to watch.

Like me, it didn't take Derek long to erupt. As Sara sensed he was about to, she leaned her breasts over Derek's dick so that he came all over her chest. Christina did not join in, but, when Derek was done. Christina licked Derek's come off of Sara's chest.

Derek and I both needed a few minutes to recover. Then we climbed up to the third floor. The rooms were fuller tonight, but we found a room that only one other couple was using. Sara and Christina looked at Derek and me. Both of us nodded. Christina went to a couch and lay on her back, spreading her legs. Sara got on the couch above Christina, swinging a leg over Christina's head. Sara lowered her face to Christina's cunt and her cunt to Christina's face. Derek and I stood, getting hard, watching our ladies do 69.

While Sara and Christina were doing each other, a small crowd gathered to watch the girl-on-girl. Both ladies shuddered and Sara collapsed onto Christina. I inferred that both had good orgasms. After they disentangled and sat up, Sara said, "Guys, you're on your own for a while. We need rest."

Almost immediately, a naked blonde with large breasts, who had been standing further along the wall came up to me and said, "May I help?"

She looked pretty young, but I knew that she had to be legal age to get in. I looked at Sara, who nodded yes, and I said "Sure."

The young lady sank to her knees in front of me and took me in her mouth. She was good. As I came, my knees actually buckled. Someone caught me so I didn't bash my head.

Finished with me, the young blonde slid on her knees in front of Derek. She looked up at him and he nodded. She took Derek in her mouth. Derek must be made of sterner stuff. He came, but he kept his balance.

The four of us walked to the small bar on the third floor and got drinks. The barmaid, who was clothed but very attractive, looked at us, smiled, and said, "Busy, eh?"

Somewhat reinvigorated, Derek suggested that we check the Jacuzzi again. Again, a clothed couple got on the elevator on the second floor. This time, a second clothed couple boarded on one. The lady who got on at two had to push her silk sheathed ass against my dick. I was liking this elevator.

We got out last in the basement. Jennifer faithfully handed us towels. Brightly, she said, "Your friends are back."

I had to ask Jennifer, "Do you work every night?"

"No, only Thursday through Sunday. Those are our busiest nights. Where could I find someplace more entertaining?"

I hadn't noticed that Christina had a small envelope taped to her ankle. She ripped it off, opened it, and handed Jennifer several bills.

"Thank you very much," Jennifer said. "But, that wasn't necessary. The regulars take very good care of me and I know that most the guests have nowhere to carry money."

Walking to the Jacuzzi, we saw that the older couple from last night was, indeed, in the tub again with the lady straddled over her partner.

"Welcome backed," they chorused. The lady added, "It's good to see all of you again."

We took our positions in the tub, me in Christina and Derek in Sara. When we were ready to leave, each temporary couple again fucked on the chaise in full view of the denizens of the tub.

Outside on the street, Derek asked us, "So, what did you really think?"

Sara enthusiastically said, "We loved it, both nights." She looked at me for confirmation.

"Absolutely," I said. "And, we could not possibly have found better people with whom to share the experience."

Christina stepped forward, hugged me, and gave me a long kiss. Derek did the same with Sara.

Derek asked, "What time do you leave tomorrow?" I told him.

"Do you want to get brunch?" Derek asked.

We said yes enthusiastically. Derek gave us the name of a restaurant. "It's on Queen's Quay on the waterfront. You can walk from your hotel. See you there at 11:00."

We really did want to postpone our parting from Derek and Christina. At the hotel early Sunday morning before we went to bed, Sara had said, "Last night I said that I really liked Derek and Christina. I think that I love them. Is that ok?"

I had hugged Sara and kissed her. "It's very ok. I love them too," I had said.

It was another great spring day on Sunday. We sat on a patio of the restaurant with a breeze of the water flapping the Canadian flags on poles along the water.

When Sara and I walked up, Christina said, "Hey! Hello. I almost didn't recognize you with clothes on!" Christina was joking, but her comment drew a few looks from diners at the surrounding tables.

We chatted and ate. After we finished, Christina said, "Derek and I talked last night and again this morning. We really like you two, I mean really like. After I met Derek, I thought that I'd never want sex with another man, or woman. But, doing it with you two and Derek is so very special."

Sara reached across the table and took Christina's hand. "We feel exactly the same way."

Derek said, "Well, what we are trying to say is that we'd like to get together with you again, regularly if you are willing to."

Sara looked at me and then faced Derek. "Of course. Why thank you. We'd love that, and we love both of you."

Christina said, "Another thing, we haven't set the exact date yet, but the wedding will be this summer, probably early August, here in Toronto. You have to come."

I responded, "Invite us and we'll be here."

Derek said, "I can't be sure of it yet, but I'm working on something special in connection with the wedding. If it comes off, we'd like to share it with you."

Sara spoke for both of us. "Derek, we'll share anything with you and Christina."

Pearson Airport is one of those places where you clear US Customs and Immigration before you board your flight. The ICE officer looked at our Canadian entry stamps from Friday. "Only two days, did you have a good trip?"