This isn’t one I wrote. I found it on the swingingheaven site a few years ago and saved it. I have jerked off to it many times as it’s kind of my ultimate fantasy.
I was sitting outside the changing rooms waiting for Margaret feeling shocked, slightly embarrassed and well and truly cuckolded by what had just happened but let me rewind to earlier in the afternoon. On a recent short break to London Margaret, and myself Martin decided to visit a Naturist Spa in North London which our Hotel concierge had found for us on the internet. We were catching our train home at 8pm so we had plenty of time to kill before then.
We are both mid fifties with Margaret a size 14 with lovely tits, unfortunately for me a traffic accident a couple of years ago had left me impotent which was frustrating for both of us. We had resorted to role play, her flirting with strangers and discreet flashing but this was the first time we had visited a Naturist Spa. As it was a Monday afternoon we did not have high expectations as we thought there would not be many people there. After paying our entrance fee and given our towels we stripped off in the changing rooms and with towels round our waists proceeded to explore.