My wife Claire and I decided that we both wanted her to experience a double penetration, but we needed to find a willing partner. We decided to go to a local “libertine” sauna club to find “Mister Right”, or at least “Mister Right Now”. The plan was to find a single gentleman at the sauna and ask him if he would be willing to join us to “DP” Claire. We would agree on someone in the open part of the club, the bar, or the large warm water pool, and then have him follow us to the hammam, where Claire would seduce him, and we would offer him our proposition.
That evening, we showered and shaved as usual for the festivities and added a warm, clear mineral water enema for Claire. I then had her kneel on the bed naked to prepare her ass for the fucking it was sure to receive that evening. I knelt behind her and kissed her squeaky-clean rosebud, rimmed it long and lovingly, and then applied a few drops of anal lube that we had purchased at a sex shop that afternoon.
Then, I inserted a metal butt plug adorned with a cut glass “ruby “to help open her for the double-penetration. The metal plug was to stay in place until we arrived at the club. We dressed casually for the sauna club with Claire in a black miniskirt, sandals, and a white blouse. I wore black jeans and a black T-shirt.
In most sauna clubs, there is no reason to dress up since everyone would be wearing a towel or a paréo in the sauna and bar area and would be nude in the pool, sauna, and hammam. We arrived around nine o’clock in the evening, paid our entrance fee, and received our towels, Jen’s paréo, and the locker key.
We stripped in the locker room and put our clothes in the locker. Claire excused herself to the restroom to remove her butt-plug. We then entered the club and proceeded to the bar for our “free drink” that was included in the price of admission. We both ordered Kir Royales, which were made with champagne and raspberry liqueur. They were very good and soon put us in the mood to put our plan into action.
We left the bar and walked to the pool area. We hung our towels over the railing of the short flight of stairs that led to the pool. The “S” has a large pool with sparkling, clean, warm water. There is a ledge all around the pool for seating so that singles, two-somes, and more-somes can observe each other and often make initial eye contact.
Claire and I found a comfortable spot where we knew there was a warm water jet that could provide a relaxing massage. There were about ten other couples and several single men already lining the edge of the pool. We watched as more naked bodies descended the steps into the pool to join the others already there.
Claire moved in front of me, and I held her close to me, and I kissed her deeply. Claire broke the kiss and smiled at me. “What about the guy behind me over my right shoulder?”
I looked up and saw a good-looking guy with broad shoulders and a nice chest. He had short dark hair and looked like he was in his early 40s. He seems like a good choice, I said. Let’s see what happens. As we were speaking, I had been fondling Jen’s breasts, and she had been slowly stroking my cock to erection under the water.
I slipped a finger between Claire’s pussy lips and found her vagina already slippery in anticipation.
“Suck my cock,” I whispered to her and lifted myself up by my elbows on the pool’s edge, so my erection was exposed just out of the water and level with Claire’s lovely face. She sucked me languidly, and I made eye contact with the gentleman behind us.
Since I didn’t object, Loic approached Claire from behind, and I smiled and nodded at him. Jen moaned onto my cock as his hands first rubbed her ass under the water and then around her waist and finally up to her breasts as she continued to suck me.
He pinched her nipples lightly with the middle part of his fingers of both hands, which made Jen moan again. She let my erection slip from her mouth and turned her head and shoulders around to kiss him.
Claire turned fully toward him; her wet skin glistening under the soft ambient lighting of the pool area, and wrapped her arms around his neck. Loic didn’t hesitate; he pulled her close, his hands roaming down her spine to cup her buttocks, lifting her slightly as their tongues met in a deep, exploratory kiss.
I watched my wife melt into his embrace, her body pressing eagerly against him, the water swirling around them as they moved. It was a stunning sight to see her so openly desire another man, and the signal was clear: she wanted him, and she was ready for more.
I slid back into the water to join them, pressing my chest against Claire’s back so that she was sandwiched between us. Loic broke the kiss and looked at me, his eyes dark with intent, waiting for a cue.
I leaned close to Claire’s ear and nibbled her lobe, feeling her shiver against me, before whispering loud enough for him to hear, “He seems like he could be a good fit, doesn’t he?”
Claire murmured a breathless assent, grinding her hips back against me while maintaining eye contact with our new acquaintance. It was the perfect moment to bridge the gap between a casual pool encounter and the specific fantasy we had come to fulfill.
When she broke the kiss, she said to Loic. “We have a special fantasy we would like to fulfill tonight. I want to have both of you inside me together. Are you up for a double penetration?”
Loic didn’t hesitate for a moment, his eyes darkening with unmistakable desire as he looked between the two of us. “I thought you’d never ask,” he replied, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated against the damp air. He leaned in to kiss Claire again, harder this time, claiming her mouth with confidence, telling me he knew what he was doing. I signaled toward the back of the club, where the hammam’s heavy wooden door stood open, inviting us into its sweltering, dimly lit embrace. We climbed out of the pool, water cascading off our bodies, and grabbed our towels, the anticipation hanging heavy and electric between us.
Inside the hammam, the air was thick with steam and the scent of eucalyptus, the central heated stone platform radiating a penetrating warmth that instantly made our skin glisten. It was a labyrinth of shadows and soft light, private enough for intimacy but open enough to feel the pulse of the club around us.
We found a spacious spot on the upper tier where the heat was most intense, spreading our towels over the smooth slate. Claire lay down on her back, her breathing already shallow and quick, her body arching slightly off the heated stone as Loic and I settled on either side of her.
I knelt by her head, brushing a damp lock of hair from her face before leaning down to kiss her softly, tasting the chlorine and the musk of her arousal. Loic positioned himself between her legs, running his large hands up her inner thighs, coaxing them open wider. He bent to kiss the sensitive skin of her abdomen, working his way down with agonizing slowness while I cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples into hard peaks.
Claire’s hand found my cock, stroking me firmly as she gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as Loic’s tongue finally found her clit, beginning the slow, deliberate work of preparing her for both of us.
While I watched, Claire allowed Loic to bring her to the edge, then, more than satisfied with his technique, she said, “Let’s take this somewhere more private.”
We gathered our towels and slipped out of the hammam, moving quickly toward the private rooms. The heat from our bodies matched the humidity of the club as we secured one of the small, dimly lit rooms, locking the door behind us.
The space was intimate, dominated by a red vinyl padded bed, and the air felt charged with the specific purpose of our encounter.
Claire dropped her towel immediately, climbing nude onto the center of the mattress and positioning herself on her hands and knees, looking back at us with a hunger that made my breath catch.
She didn’t need to say anything; the arch of her back and the readiness of her stance were an invitation I was eager to accept, and one Loic was clearly determined to claim.
I moved onto the bed in front of her, sitting back against the padded headboard so that my face was level with her hips. Claire leaned forward, taking my stiffening cock into her mouth with a practiced, wet heat that sent a jolt of pleasure straight through me.
As she began to suck me, her tongue swirling around the head, I watched Loic move behind her. He knelt on the mattress, running his hands over the curve of her ass and spreading her cheeks to reveal the tight, lubed rosebud we had prepared earlier.
He stroked his own shaft to full hardness, then positioned the head at the slick entrance of my wife’s vagina. Claire moaned around my cock as he pushed forward, sinking slowly into her pussy until he was buried to the hilt, establishing a steady, deep rhythm that rocked her body forward with every thrust. Soon, Loic had found a comfortable pace, making Claire moan with pleasure.
Then, I gently guided Claire off my cock, as Loic slipped hard and wet from Claire’s pussy. I maneuvered myself underneath her.
She straddled my hips, facing me, and lowered herself onto my waiting erection. Her pussy felt incredibly hot and wet from Loic’s attention.
I held her close, reveling in the feeling of her breasts pressed against my chest. Claire whispered that she was ready. Loic leaned forward, draping himself over her back, and as Claire braced herself against my shoulders, he began to press the head of his cock against her lubed puckered rosebud.
She gasped as it gave way and the head of Loic’s cock split her open. Her body tensed for a moment before relaxing into the sensation as he slowly pushed past the tight ring of muscle. The feeling was intense and incredible, as Loic slid deeper, filling her ass. I could feel the pressure of him through the thin membrane separating us, creating a friction that was overwhelming for all three of us.
“Fuck me,” Claire said with a voice trembling with passion.
The three of us quickly found a rhythm, a fluid motion of give and take that sent shockwaves of pleasure through the cramped room. Loic gripped Claire’s hips, pulling her back onto him while she ground down against me, effectively trapping me in a paradise of friction and heat.
I could feel every twitch of his cock through her walls, a strange and electrifying sensation that seemed to amplify the tightness of her pussy. Claire was lost between us, her head thrown back, gasping for air as the double stimulation overwhelmed her senses, her nails digging into my shoulders for anchorage.
The intensity spiked rapidly, the air in the small room becoming heavy with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and our collective, ragged breathing. Claire began to shudder uncontrollably, her orgasm building deep in her core and radiating outward until she cried out, her body convulsing as her climax ripped through her.
Claire’s muscles clamped down hard on both of us, the vice-like grip triggering Loic’s release; he groaned deep in his throat, his thrusts becoming erratic and shallow as he emptied his balls in my wife’s ass.
Feeling them both let go pushed me over the edge, and with a final, powerful thrust of my hips, I buried myself as deep inside Claire as possible. I came with a force that left me dizzy, pulsing hotly into her as she collapsed, spent and trembling, onto my chest.
For a long moment, the only sound in the room was our panting as we tried to come down from the orgasmic high, a tangled, sweaty mess of limbs in the dim light, the fantasy realized more vividly than we had ever imagined.
We lay tangled together in the afterglow, the heat in the small room amplifying the slick sheen of sweat on our skin, our ragged breathing slowly synchronizing as the intensity of the encounter faded into a warm, sated hum.
Claire rested her head on my chest, her body still trembling with the occasional aftershock, while Loic leaned back on his haunches, catching his breath with a look of deeply satisfied exhaustion.
It was a moment of shared intimacy that transcended the casual nature of the club, a silent acknowledgment that we had just experienced something extraordinary together.
Loic was the first to move, carefully withdrawing before slipping off the bed to grab a towel from the rack, offering it to Claire with a gentlemanly nod.
Claire accepted the towel with a tired but brilliant smile, sitting up slowly to wipe away the remnants of our passion, her movements languid and graceful even in her exhaustion. We exchanged quiet compliments and laughter about the sheer intensity of what had just transpired.
Loic proved to be as engaging in conversation as he was in bed, charming and respectful, cementing our decision to choose him as the perfect third for our fantasy. There was no awkwardness, only a comfortable camaraderie that often comes when a specific sexual dynamic clicks into place exactly as intended.
Eventually, we knew it was time to rejoin the flow of the club, so we dressed in our towels and opened the door, stepping back out into the cooler air of the hallway. We walked Loic back to the bar area, sharing one last round of kisses and a promise to look for each other again on future visits, before watching him disappear into the crowd.
Hand in hand, Claire and I made our way toward the showers to wash away the sweat and sex, the buzz of the club fading into the background as we focused entirely on each other.
We had set out to fulfill a specific fantasy, and as I looked at my wife, glowing with happiness and sexual satisfaction, I knew we had succeeded beyond our wildest expectations.
