Mr H and I have been good mates for a couple of years now. We first met at Rietvlei where he and his partner at the time helped to introduce my then partner to actual dogging (described in my story Her Dogging Introduction, posted here on SH on 10th May 2018). Since then, he and I (we’re both straight, and have a lot of interests in common) have had a lot of fun together, with his partners and with mine, and also with other friends, including some soft-swinging, a few MMFs, dogging and voyeuring, at places as varied as Shakers, President Park, Modderfontein, Rietvlei, a Formula 1 hotel room, and even his lounge and bedroom on occasion. Since we first met up, he has had a few different partners, and sadly, my partner and I are no longer together. So things have changed a bit for us both… He met his current partner a few months before Lockdown happened, and he and I had talked on occasion about the possibility of me getting together with them (as I had not yet met her). He and I last met for drinks and a chat on the day before Lockdown started, and we agreed then that we would make something happen sometime... But then Lockdown bit hard, and it wasn’t just for three weeks, either! Fortunately for him and her, they were both essential services workers, and had travel permits, and were able to arrange to meet up regularly at discrete venues even during Lockdown. But I wasn’t one, and didn’t have that sort of freedom to travel around. I sat at home… Through Lockdown he and I chatted, waiting for an opportunity to get together. Once free travel was allowed, we arranged to meet up at President Park one afternoon where (unbeknown to her) I would walk over and just “happen upon them” once they were busy having fun. But things didn’t work out. She had a last-minute call out, and I was left twiddling my thumbs at the park, where nothing very much had been happening. Then a few weeks ago, early on a Wednesday morning, I let him know that I was available to come over to his side of town for the day, if there was any possibility of getting together. He told me that they had already planned to go to Club Rome again for the day (they had been before Lockdown), seeing that Rome was open for business again, and asked if I would not like to meet them there rather. I hadn’t been to Rome since the middle of last year, but it didn’t take me long to make my decision… I would see them there at 11 when Rome opened for Daytime Fun, as all of us needed to get back home not too late, and wouldn’t be able to stay long. I suggested that, instead of trying to make my presence a “surprise” for her, he just let her know that I would be there with the intention of joining them. We agreed that this would make things easier for us all. As I pulled in to Rome just on 11am, I could see their vehicle already parked there. As I entered the club, they were still standing talking to the lady at reception, but had already booked in and paid and filled in the Covid questionnaire. I greeted them, and was introduced to her. For the purposes of this story, she will be known as Miss B. They left and went through to the changeroom while I booked in and answered all the Covid questions. I had worn my mask on entering the club, but noticed that Michelle at reception, and Mr H and Miss B, were not wearing theirs. I had said to Michelle, “I don’t suppose we are expected to wear these things inside here?” She looked at me with a naughty smile, and said “You’re not really expecting to be practicing social distancing here today, are you?” I think we all knew that the answer to that question would be a resounding “NO”! By the time I had finished, H and B were already changed, and getting drinks at the bar, discretely wrapped in towels. I changed out of my clothes, put my stuff in a locker, wrapped a towel around my nakedness, and went through to the bar to get my own drink. On my way to the bar, I quickly checked all the other rooms, and it was evident (and disappointing) that there was no-one else there. It looked to be a quiet day. Meanwhile H and B had gone through to the pool area after chatting with Jacques behind the bar, and from the bar I watched them remove their towels and head down into the pool. I soon joined them in the pool, and initially we just chatted casually, as they sat on the shelf in the far corner of the pool and I stood close by. B’s beautiful naked boobs with their prominent nipples were just under the water, and SO temptingly close… but I restrained myself, and just looked, keeping my hands to myself. And then soon it was plain to see, through the water, that his hand was between her legs, no longer just resting on her thigh, and that he was starting to probe her pussy. She reached out for his cock, and started to gently wank him. The rule at Club Rome, very appropriately, is that absolutely nothing happens without the lady’s consent, and should also be at her initiation. And so I held back… They started kissing, and the mutual wanking became more vigorous. I made encouraging noises, and put my hand on her shoulder, to remind her that I was right there with them… and she reached out for my hardening cock, and started to wank me too. I took that to be an invitation to join in, and quickly reached out and started playing with her delectable boobs. And then we sat or stood there, in the lovely warm water, touching and wanking each other for a while, and occasionally sucking on her boobs when she lifted out of the water. Soon we became aware that another couple had arrived, as they also came through into the pool area, although fully clothed. It wasn’t long and the lady stripped off, with Mr H and I watching, of course, and came down the steps and into the pool. We greeted each other, and chatted briefly. Hubby soon joined her, and they also started getting very friendly in their corner on the other side of the pool. I stood in such a way so that I could also watch them, while still involved with my own friends, as I love observing the sexual activity. Soon H and B decided that it was time to move things along a bit, and we got out of the pool and headed for the voyeur room. Apart from the couple in the pool, there seemed to be just one other single “regular” guy there at the club, but he seemed to be more interested in his drink than in any of the activity. We spent about three quarters of an hour having a wonderful (and relatively noisy!) time in the voyeur room, but no-one came and joined or watched us. When we got in there, we removed the towels we had worn from the pool. B lay back on one of the mattresses, making sure that there was plenty of space for H and myself on either side of her. I lay down next to her, but H stood at her feet, then got on his knees, spread her legs, and started to noisily lick at her pussy. I concentrated my efforts on her boobs! Soon B started to whimper, and then came quite noisily. H lifted his wet face from her pussy, wiped it on his towel, edged closer to her on his knees, lifted her legs so they were on his shoulders, with her feet pointing at the ceiling, and pushed his cock into her. And so the fucking began! He fucked B for a good long while, while I sucked or played with her boobs, also occasionally pushing my fingers down between their pounding bodies and rubbing her clit. B had multiple orgasms while this was happening, and the bed sheet became very, very wet, as she gushed and squirted frequently. B wanked me at times, but I had to ask her to be very gentle, as I would have cum very quickly if she had been too energetic… H took a break from thrusting, and we took turns fingering her deeply, her pussy absolutely drenched. Then H wanted to cum as well, and fucked her again vigorously, and then came with his usual loud grunting. B admitted that she likes being pleasured more than she likes pleasuring. I was grateful that she had not offered to blow me, as I would have blown my load way too soon, after being deprived for so long! I was very happy just being with them as they fucked, joining in, happy to touch, smell, hear, and experience their sex from such close quarters. When H was done, we removed the soaked sheet from the bed and left it on the floor for a cleaner to have to deal with, wiped up, and went back to the bar, collected a drink, and got back in the pool. Lunch had been announced, and H and B were keen to eat. I decided not to have lunch, and stayed in the pool on my own for a bit, nursing my drink. The other couple (and they were the ONLY “other couple”) seemed to have disappeared meanwhile. After a while, I thought H and B ought to have finished lunch, but hadn’t come back to the pool. I decided to go and look for them… perhaps they were back in the voyeur room? On the way from the pool to the dining room, I quietly climbed the stairs to the mezzanine level, poked just my head above the floor level, and saw the other couple on the far side, in a close embrace. They didn’t notice me. I thought to myself – “that looks promising, worth another look later!”, and went back down the stairs. The dining room was empty, H and B nowhere to be seen. I quickly went through the rest of the place, and they weren’t in any of the public rooms. The door to one of the private rooms was closed, however, and I figured that that was where H and B were, and that they now wanted some private time together after lunch, without me being involved. I headed back to the pool on my own, but thought I would have another quick look at what was happening up on the mezzanine level on my way past. While I was away, the couple had broken their embrace, removed their towels, and she was now lying, naked and face down, her face turned towards the wall, on the massage table on the far side of the mezzanine floor. Hubby was pouring some massage oil on her back as I peeped up from half way up the stairs. I decided – nothing ventured, nothing gained! They can only ask me to duck if they want to be alone, but this is, after all, a public area of the club. I climbed the rest of the stairs, stood there for a while, and then quietly, making no noise, moved a few paces towards them. The Missus was unaware of my presence, and hubby seemed not to notice, or not to care. I took a few more steps towards them. Hubby looked up from the massage, and looked in my direction. I gestured with my hands, asking if it was okay for me to be there. He nodded silently, continuing with the massage. He bent over and seemed to whisper something to his wife. He then reached into their bag, drew out a blindfold, and placed it over her eyes, all the time keeping her head turned away from where I was standing. The massage was getting progressively more erotic. He massaged her bum, then dripped some more oil low down on her bum, and moved his hand down between her legs, quite evidently massaging her pussy. She opened her legs a bit more and raised her hips off the bed to accommodate him. I edged closer again. He looked up, and nodded when I again silently asked if it was okay. He then asked her to turn over and lie on her back, so that he could massage her front. The massage became even more erotic, as he massaged her boobs, her tummy, and then her pubic area. But all the time it remained an erotic massage, not blatant sex. I stood entranced! Then he gestured for me to approach even closer, but with a finger held to his lips showed that I should remain silent. He pointed to his eyes, and then down at his wife, and it was obvious he was saying that it was okay but that I should just look. I gave him a thumbs up, and crept closer, to the point that I was eventually standing only a metre from the bed as he continued massaging her. He then again bent down and whispered to his wife, and she nodded, and started rising from the bed. He helped her to get up, and taking her by the arm, steered her towards the nearby curved sex couch, and helped her to lie down on it, her pussy now fully exposed to my view. Once again he gestured that I should watch, while he used his hands. Now it became sexual! He stood at her head, and fed his good-sized but still flaccid cock into her mouth. She got the idea, and started sucking him, while fondling his balls. He leant over the length of her body, spread her knees even more than they were (I was obviously at this stage standing at the foot end of the couch, close by her pussy), and spread her pussy lips, opening her up so that I had an almost gynaecological view of the whole of her shaven cunt. He gently rubbed her clit, and then fingered her, deeply, one finger, then two, then three. She moaned in pleasure. She seemed to really be enjoying this. She squirted a little as he withdrew his fingers. I had ditched my towel, and was standing there naked, wanking slowly as I watched them. He moved to one side, continuing to finger her, mostly sensuously, sometimes vigorously, and with one hand he massaged one of her boobs. Then he stopped and motioned to me to touch her other boob. I did so tentatively. I noticed a change in her expression behind the blindfold. It seemed that she realised that something different was happening. And when he resumed massaging her other boob, while still fingering her pussy, and she realised that she now had three hands pleasuring her, she smiled. She asked “Who’s there?” He indicated to me to remain silent, and I just continued kneading her boob and teasing the nipple. She appeared to be loving the attention. He removed his hand from her other boob, and showed for me to take over, while he concentrated his attentions on her pussy with both hands. Hubby asked her “Are you enjoying having two pairs of hands touching you, my love?” She confirmed that she was! And then again asked “Who is it?” Hubby seemed to want to maintain the aura of it being “a stranger you don’t know”… but I took pity on her, and said “It’s the old guy that was in the pool playing with the other couple when you arrived,” and she smiled and nodded. I asked her “Were you aware that I have been watching you since the massage started?” She confirmed that she had had absolutely no idea that I was there, until I touched her. Hubby explained that that was the reason that he had put the blindfold on her, when he saw that I was there and interested. I started sucking on her nipples, while hubby kept on working her clit, and fingering her more rapidly, and it was clear that she was enjoying our combined attentions. She came once again, very audibly. Hubby asked her to turn around, so that her pussy would be at the higher level of the curvy couch. She was still blindfolded, and so we helped her up, and repositioned her. Hubby then stood at the pussy end of the couch, spread her legs, and rubbed his cock up and down her wet slit, wanking himself to erection. He motioned for me to move closer, took his wife’s hand and closed it around my cock. She knew what to do!, and started wanking me. He pushed his cock into her, even though the angle was rather more downwards than up, but I guess that meant that he was rubbing hard against her G-spot. He fucked her gently, and indicated that I should now rub her exposed and swollen clit as he fucked her, which I very happily did! It didn’t take long before she brought me to the point of no return, with all this going on! I needed to cum, and told them I was close. She didn’t want me to cum on her body, so I turned at an angle, and spurted onto the floor next to the couch. There was a box of tissues on the nearby table, and I gave her a couple to wipe my goo off her hands, while I cleaned myself up, and then wiped the mess off the floor. Hubby then said it was okay for her to remove the blindfold, and she had a sweet smile on her face as she did so, and saw who it was that had been with them. I thanked them for accepting me into their space, and letting me be a part of their fun. Hubby said “well you were the one who showed an interest in what we were doing!”. I’m SO glad that I did! I left them to continue with their love-making, as it was getting on for time for me to go. I headed downstairs. On the way to the lockers I passed the closed door of the private room, where I assumed my friends were still busy… or maybe having a post-coital rest. I couldn’t hear the sounds of sex from behind the door, but the door was definitely closed. I thought of knocking to ask if I could say goodbye, but then thought better of it, and slipped away. Thank you, H and B, for inviting me to join you. Thank you, H, for being such a good friend. I had an absolutely wonderful time at Rome that day! I got to meet two lovely ladies, and both their partners were quite happy for me to get involved with them. As I said to the blindfolded lady on the couch as she wanked me, “you’re making an old man VERY happy!” And that applied to both of them! Thank you to both of the couples! Another special time for me at Rome!...