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Club Exstasis

I must tell you about a very exciting sexual experience that my wife, Susie, and I enjoyed last week. I get hard just thinking about it now, but at the time it was just about the most amazing and naughty thing we had ever done. We had been wanting to expand our sexual horizons for some time, but were not interested in the swinging scene, since we were quite content with each other as sexual partners, as well as life time companions. Quite by chance we discovered a mutual interest in exhibitionism/voyeurism. To put it bluntly, we liked watching people having sex, and we watched good quality porn together, as well as subscribing to a website for voyeurs. When we were making love we would often fantasise that we were the people in the videos, and we posted a few erotic pictures of each other online, which gave us quite a thrill. But in more sober discussion, usually over breakfast after a night of hot sex, we came to the decision that we would find it really exciting to be watched while making love. At this stage I should explain that we are no longer in the first flush of youth, being in our fifties, and that time - and in my wife's case, babies - have taken their toll on our bodies. We are still both pretty trim, but there are the inevitable lines and wrinkles, and our flesh is no longer as taut as it once was. But I still think my wife is beautiful, and she still turns me on when I look at her, and she says that I don't look too bad for a man of my age. We had no idea, ...

... however, of how to turn our fantasy into reality. We were aware of sex clubs, and the whole swinging scene, but fucking other people was not on our agenda, as we had seen friends' marriages collapse because of the jealousies and tensions caused by infidelity on the part of either or both partners. ***** It was a small advert that popped up as a banner on the voyeur website that we looked at together most evenings, that suggested to us that there might be an opportunity to satisfy our desire to be watched. It was for a small but exclusive club that claimed to cater to people with our particular tastes, and even better, it was situated in a fairly upmarket district near to where we lived. Eventually, after some rather nervous discussion, we decided to take the plunge, and sent an email to the contact address on the website, to which a link on the advert took us. We received a return email within the hour suggesting that we make an appointment to visit the club, and meet the owner. At this stage there was no commitment, but if, after seeing what was in offer, we were still interested, we could discuss the terms of membership. Now that we had taken the plunge, there was really no looking back, and we phoned the telephone number in the email we had received, and made an appointment for the following Friday evening. We found the place without difficulty. It was a large Victorian mansion in a quiet neighbourhood with tidy tree lined streets, and an air of respectable gentility. We parked ...