The Beautiful Kind

My trip to Canada earlier this summer reminded me of the only international swinging experience I’ve ever had.

My guy and I were traveling to Quebec City, so we checked out Swappernet.com to see if there were any cute couples up there we could hook up with. We found one and exchanged a couple emails, and agreed to meet for a dinner double date our second night in town.

The man was Miami Vice suave, older, sexy and trim, with those distiguished wrinkles around his eyes and a light pink button down shirt, white slacks, Kevin Costner thing going on. All this sounds cheesy, but it wasn’t. He was made more endearing by the fact that he was the former mayor of the small village they were from and spoke very little English, just French.

His wife was this total sexy little MILF, tiny, with a skimpy silky top and no bra. She told us in her husky French accent that she went braless in the summer. Lucky us. Her breasts looked absolutely beautiful, so soft and liberated, and those nipples… I ached to cup one (OK, both) in my hand. She acted as interpreter for her husband. They had four kids, and were in the process of adopting their 5th from China.

They pulled up to our quaint hotel in a snazzy red convertible, which we later found out was borrowed from a neighbor and was meant to impress us.

We ate at a Lebanese restaurant where they knew the owners, so we got the best seat in the house, the one elevated and in the window. They plied us with good food, wine and desserts, and we had a great time. But due to cultural barriers and having just met them, we weren’t sure if they wanted to come up to our hotel room afterwards.

So when they dropped us off, we awkwardly invited them up, and were surprised when they accepted.

I sure can’t remember how we got from stilted conversation to full swap mode, but we did. The lights in the room were off, so that we were bathed by the silvery street lights coming in through the window.

The room had two twin beds, so we all ended up on one narrow bed. I got with the debonair French Canadian, which was tres cool, but I was even more into watching my guy get it on with the hot MILF. He fucked her missionary, and she wrapped her legs around his torso and whispered high and breathless, over and over, “Oui! Oui! Oui!” …

And then they left and we never saw them again.