Swinging is not an activity for all people. By definition, it is a couple’s activity, and it requires a couple that is strong in their commitment to each other and open to new experiences. Here is the story of how my wife and I got started.
My wife might say that she and I had been more or less happily married for fifteen years when we decided to explore. I am the story-teller, and I am very certain the story started long before that.
Before we got married, my wife was a player. She might not see it that way, but she was. I was not her only boyfriend, nor was I the only man she was having sex with. She felt that until someone put a ring on her finger, she was free to enjoy whatever pleasures she chose from the men around her. I try not to laugh when she says all that stopped when I proposed.
We had been married about a year when she met a young man that she felt she just had to sample. We were at a Halloween party where people were being a bit loose, and I gave her the go-ahead. I did point out the young woman that I was going to pursue.
Things seemed to be going quite well when the four of us made it back to our apartment. My wife took her new friend into our bedroom, and I escorted my new friend into the guest bedroom. The young woman and I had a good time. When we were done, we found my wife waiting alone in the living room. She was very pleasant to the woman as we said our goodbyes.
As soon as the woman was gone, my wife pulled the plug to that experiment. She had not had fun at all, and she recognized that it was her own doing. The entire time that she should have been entertaining the young man, she was jealous and worried that I was having more fun than she was. She was also worried that I was having more fun that I would have had with her.
I had a nice chat with my almost friend, and she understood that we were done. It was a harsh lesson, but thankfully, no one got hurt in the learning.
We had been married almost seven years when it happened again. She met a guy that she just had to try out, and she snuck out to have some fun. When she started to feel guilty about what she had done, she set me up to fail. Perhaps you have read the story of Michelle, the sexually naive young woman that my wife set me up with.
When I failed to be faithful to my wife, she tried blaming me for ruining our marriage. As I found out the truth of what had happened on both sides, I confronted her, and she confessed. Somehow, we made it through that, and our marriage was stronger than ever.
We had been married for twelve years, eleven months, and twenty-one days when my commitment to her was put to the worst test ever. My wife was in a near-fatal car accident that left her liver torn in half and her body badly bruised and broken. It was more than a week before the doctors started to feel optimistic that she might survive.
When she finally was sent home a month later, she was pretty much back on her feet, but she was very sore everywhere, and she wasn’t allowed to lift anything. It was a lot of work for me to earn a living, raise two kids, and take care of everything, but I’ve never dwelled on that. I love my wife, and all of those things needed to be done. End of story.
Okay, not end of this story. I haven’t really started this story; I’m still in the prologue. This is the part of the story that has no sex, because for the next eighteen months after her accident, we didn’t have sex.
For more than a year, it physically hurt her to be touched anywhere between her ribs and her pelvis. Even as she finally started to feel better, she could not be jostled. When we finally started having sex again, we had to go slow, and we had to be very careful about how her body was supported. We made it through, and things started to get back to normal.
So the noticeable path toward swinging actually started during that time.
My wife was bored as hell sitting around with nothing to do. In order to save myself from excessive phone bills, I introduced her to the world of online video chat. I lost my computer to her, and I had to build myself a new one. I had to build a computer for her mother, as well, so they could chat. In the end, that was still much cheaper than the phone bills had been.
I blame my wife’s friend Brenda for introducing her to online gaming. While my wife had always been good at Hearts, or Spades, she found her niche in Online Cribbage. She played for hours, and got good enough to beat some of the master players I knew at work. She became an online host, and she created bunches of themes for online tournaments. She was really good!
She was still bored, though. It didn’t take long at all for her to make online friends, and it took less time than that for her to start flirting. It was mostly harmless, and she had a good time.
We were approaching our fifteenth anniversary when she started to feel an old familiar need. Having learned from our previous mistakes, she came to me this time. What she was asking for was a slightly open marriage. There were one or two guys that she had met online that she was interested in meeting in person. She claimed that she wasn’t necessarily going to have sex with them, but I knew her too well to believe that.
I tentatively agreed.
One of the things I have never liked about the online world is that women have an unfair advantage in numbers. My wife had a couple dozen guys that were flirting and hitting on her, and she could be quite selective. I tried to make an online connection, but I was one of hundreds of guys that were approaching the women we found, and I wasn’t having much luck.
Over the course of the next year, my wife met with four guys, and she had sex with two of them. I accidentally got one date with a co-worker. She had been complaining about the guys she had met on the same site that I was on, and I said that she would have better luck if she’d chat with me. She let me take her out for dinner and a movie, but she wouldn’t have sex with me unless I agreed to leave my wife for her. Like I said, I wasn’t having much luck at all.
I was complaining about the situation to a free spirited friend, and he had a suggestion. He said that I should convince my wife to try swinging. He and his wife had moved to Arizona, and their neighbors had introduced them to swinging. I gave him one of the best one-liner fails ever- “There aren’t any swingers in Wisconsin!”
He laughed and then directed me to a web site. Not only was I shocked to find that there were, in fact, swingers in Wisconsin, but I also learned that they were hosting a bar takeover near Milwaukee that very weekend. I tried not to sound too excited when I suggested to my wife that we should go.
She didn’t like the idea at all. She agreed that there was some disparity in our experiences, but she was quick to point out that she had gotten to know each of the guys she had met. She had hours and hours of chat time with each of them. She was quite certain that she was not going to want to have sex with some guy five minutes after she met him at a bar.
She was reluctant, but she agreed to go. She is the author of the next great one-liner fail- “We’re just going to meet people and collect email information for chatting.”
I called the number that was listed for the host couple. They asked to talk with my wife for a moment to ensure that she understood what I was signing us up for, and that she understood that she was required to be there with me. They also made sure that we both understood two things. First, the bar was a public space, and nudity and sexual contact were forbidden. Second, the bar had no windows and the bartenders stayed behind the bar, so we should expect to see people breaking the rules.
They also quickly referred us to another page on the web site. There were some general rules that always applied, and some suggestions for personal rules. The general rules were things like “No means no” and “Always ask first”. The suggested rules were things like “Know ahead of time if you require condoms” and “Know ahead of time if you will always stay together, or if you will allow each other to play separately”, and “Don’t change your personal rules on the fly”.
My wife and I read over all of the rules. The mandatory ones weren’t a problem, and we barely discussed the personal ones, mostly because she was quite certain that she and I were not going to have sex at the bar. In that respect, she was right.
There was one rule that I worried about: “Leave your jealousy at home.” I gave my wife a look to remind her of her history. She didn’t think there would be a problem. She pointed out that her past jealousy had been caused by her worry that I might leave her. She said that if I was willing to stick by her through eighteen months of forced celibacy, she probably didn’t have anything to worry about.
That Saturday night found us at an isolated bar on the far south edges of Milwaukee. We were both dressed “casual but dressy”, and she was wearing some sexy things underneath, just in case she wanted to show off. She gave my hand a squeeze, and we went inside.
We were met inside the entryway by a really nice couple and a giant bouncer. The couple verified our names and signup information, and then, because we were a new couple to the group, the women escorted us inside the bar and introduced us to the host couple.
The host couple was very friendly, and they gave us a quick tour of the bar. The husband was very quick to point out the places that the bartenders could not see. They went over the rules one more time, and then left us on our own.
My wife was smiling as she looked around. Many of the women were dressed in lingerie, and a lot of the men had their shirts open. People were flirting and having a good time. Surprisingly, while almost everyone had a drink in their hand, nobody was getting drunk.
My wife found us a spot to park our butts in, and then she sent me to the bar for drinks. It took me a while to get the bartender’s attention, but I finally got the drinks and headed back to the table.
My wife wasn’t there. It only took me a moment to spot her. There was a large group of people on the dance floor, and some guy had pulled her up to dance. She was with a group of seven or eight people, but she seemed to be dancing just with the guy. They were obviously flirting, and she was touching his arm a lot. Several times, she put her hand on his bare chest as she whispered something in his ear.
When the song ended, he escorted her back to me. She introduced him and we shook hands.
“Dear, this is Brian,” she said. “He asked me to dance, and you know I couldn’t say ‘no’. He was just telling me that their group has a room at the motel up the road for an after-party. He invited us, and I think we should go.”
“Did you get his email information?” I teased her. I turned to him and asked, “Is this just for her, or do we both get to have some fun?”
He smiled confidently and said, “No, no, this is for both of you. I know a really nice girl for you! Let me go get her!”
His answer seemed off kilter to me somehow, and I didn’t really believe him. He turned and disappeared before I could challenge him. I turned to challenge my wife instead.
“Don’t even!” she warned before I could speak. She quickly gave me a flirtation look and said, “This was your idea. I want him. I’m sure you’ll have a good time as well.”
I recognized her tone, and I already knew that I was going to let her have it her way. I also saw the woman that Brian had gone to get, and she wasn’t bad looking. She was a medium build with shapely hips and breasts. She was wearing an oversized flannel shirt that was unbuttoned low enough to show off a silky black bra. Unlike a lot of the women, she was still wearing her jeans. I nodded because I could see myself having fun with her.
My smile faded as I watched her and Brian talk. She hadn’t liked whatever he had said to her, and she looked ready to argue with him. He gave her a look of command, and she gave a resigned sigh. She had a smile on her face as she came to meet us.
“Guys, meet Amy,” he said by way of introduction. “Normally I would have brought my wife to meet you, but she already has plans for the evening. Amy would be delighted to get to know you! Hey! I love this song!”
With that, he grabbed my wife, and they headed out to dance. Amy gave me a look that was almost brittle.
“Hi Amy, can we start over?” I asked. “My name is John, and this is the first event like this that my wife and I have attended.”
“Nice to meet you John,” she answered as she struggled to keep from rolling her eyes.
I looked at my wife having fun on the dance floor, and I struggled to figure out how to connect with Amy.
“So, I’m not much of a dancer, but would you like to dance?” I asked.
“Not really,” she answered crisply.
“Oh, well, uh, would you like me to get you a drink?” I tried.
“Only if you want to,” she answered. “Brian told me to keep you company, so whatever you want.”
I had no idea what their relationship was, but I had a feeling that no matter what I did or didn’t do, she was not going to be having the night she expected. I had no idea what, if anything, I should do about that.
Casting about for anything to talk about, I asked, “So, have you read any good books lately?”
For a moment, she looked surprised, but then her eyes hardened.
“Really?” she asked.
“What?” I asked back with a hopeless shrug. She stared at me for a long moment.
“I read books for a living,” she said. I think that was all the explanation she was going to give.
“Like, as a student?” I asked.
“As a paid researcher and reviewer for the college,” she answered guardedly.
“I think I’m serious, then. Have you read any good books lately?”
I can’t describe the look that she gave me. I think she was puzzled by my interest, and maybe hopeful that I would actually listen.
Something magical happened. She started telling me about a book she had enjoyed. I listened, and ask some questions, and then listened some more. The next thing I knew, we had been talking for more than an hour, and she was smiling. She did ask me to buy her a drink, which I did, and we talked some more.
As we talked, my wife and her new boyfriend came and went several times, and they brought around other people to meet me, but all of that seemed peripheral to the quiet discussion Amy and I were having about books we had read. I was amazed by the wide variety of books she had read. She teased me for reading as much science fiction as I have read, but she was surprised how much of it I had retained and could recall. I would have to say, even though we weren’t doing anything sexual at all, we both were having a good time.
My wife nearly ruined it. She swung by the table to catch her breath and to catch a drink, and she teased us about the distance between Amy and I. She suggested that it would be easier to steal a kiss if we were on the same side of the table. With a suggestive wag of her eyebrows, she chugged some more of her drink, and then headed back out to dance.
There was an awkward silence between Amy and I for a moment.
“If you want, Brian said…” Amy said tentatively.
“I want,” I suggested, “but what do you want?”
She gave me the puzzled and hopeful look, and then she smiled as a light blush spread on her cheeks.
“Do you know,” she asked, “this is the third party like this that Brian has made me come to, and no one has ever listened to me like you have. No one has ever even asked about anything personal, and for certain no one has asked what I wanted.”
“Maybe asking is impolite and I just didn’t know?” I teased.
“Maybe you should be on this side of the table,” she teased back.
I stepped around the table, and she watched expectantly. I continued to step in close to her, and she reached for me as I bent to kiss her. We shared a lingering kiss. Her lips were soft and very warm.
My wife almost ruined it. She came bouncing over to the table and announced that the group was getting ready to go to the motel, and if we were ready to go, it was time to leave. I gave Amy an inquisitive look. She nodded, and then gave me another quick kiss. I helped her down from her stool, and we all started to gather up our stuff.
My wife rode in our car with me to the motel. She couldn’t stop gushing about how Brian had her wound up. She begged me to confirm that she had a green light to play, and I promised we were both having fun. She gushed some more about how Brian’s voice made her feel willing to give him anything he asked for, and then we were at the motel.
We had barely been invited into the room when Brian asked my wife why she wasn’t naked. She was undressed nearly as quickly as he was, and the two of them claimed one of the beds.
Amy was in the corner talking with another couple. I got the impression that the woman of that couple was Brian’s wife. She didn’t seem interested in being introduced, so Amy came to me alone.
“Listen, about when we met…” she started with an abashed look. I waited for her, and she continued. “This is the third time that I was stuck with a newbie, and I was mad at Brian for setting me up again. I was hoping that being his toy would mean more time with him. Either way, kiss me again, like you did at the bar, and I’ll do anything you want.”
She was smiling by the time she finished talking, and I stepped close and gave her another gentle kiss. She gave me an expectant look as we separated, and I quickly looked around for a place to take advantage of her. Both beds were occupied and the couch had two couples on it. I almost shrugged as I realized that we were going to have to wait a bit.
She waited for me to realize that we weren’t going to get a bed for a while, and then she slid her hand into the front of my shirt.
“Tell me you have some hair on your chest,” she teased as she kissed me and opened the rest of my buttons. As she pushed my shirt off my shoulders, she bent to nibble and kiss by chest. She moaned as she teased her fingers through the hair on my chest. She threw my shirt onto a side table behind me as she kissed her way back up to my lips.
I slid my hand inside her shirt and caressed the fabric of her bra.
“Tell me you don’t have hair on your chest,” I teased. She laughed at me, but she let me kiss her and remove her shirt. As I kissed my way down to her breasts, she unhooked her bra and added it to the growing pile of clothes.
While I had been lusting her all along, my lust jumped into overdrive when I found her nipples. My wife has very flat nipples that barely get hard, even with the cold of an ice cube. Amy had large protruding nipples. It was getting rather warm in the room, but her nipples were very erect, and exceedingly suck-able. She hissed her pleasure as I teased them.
All too soon, Amy pulled me away from her breasts as she demanded a heated kiss. As our tongues teased for dominance, her hands got busy releasing my belt and opening the front of my pants. Her hands were burning hot as the pushed down my front side.
As her hand found my cock, she pushed back from our kiss with a startled gasp.
“Something wrong?” I gasped in concern.
Her look changed from surprise to a leering smile as her hand slide down the length of my shaft.
“Not at all!” she beamed as she started stroking my cock. She quickly pressed forward for a demanding kiss. She also wiggled her hips against me expectantly.
Not to brag too much, I have almost seven inches length of average girth. My wife says it will do, even though I’m not as large as my brother that she seduced before we started dating. I don’t think it’s much more than average, but I’m happy enough with it. I mostly assumed that Amy’s surprise and pleasure was due to the fact that I was ridiculously hard.
Of course, at the time, I wasn’t really thinking very hard about that. I was much more concerned with the crazy puzzle-box access that was required to get her jeans open. She finally laughed at me and pushed away to undo the hidden catches.
Her delicate and sexy red panties were a complete mismatch to her jeans and the flannel shirt she had been wearing. She loved the hungry look I gave her, and then we were furiously kissing again. I was relatively inexperienced with women besides my wife, and I was surprised by how exceedingly wet she was, and by the size and number of folds that held that wetness.
Looking quickly around, I was irritated that there still wasn’t anywhere for us to get horizontal. I was prepared to spin her around and bend her over a chair to take her from behind. She pushed her panties off as she pulled me along towards the counter by the bathroom. I kicked my boxers off, and as she slid her ass onto the counter by the sink, I slid into her in one thrust.
It didn’t take long for me to bring her to climax. I don’t know if it was my skill at fucking, our passionate kissing, or my obsession with kneading and pinching her breasts that did it. She came hard and her juices soaked my cock and ran wetly down my legs. She wrapped herself around me and pulled me to a stop so we could both enjoy her pleasure.
She had barely started to recover when she pushed back and gave me a worried look.
“Did I do something wrong?” she begged.
“I don’t think so,” I answered worriedly. “What do you mean?”
“You didn’t cum,” she answered in her own worried tone.
I gave her a tentative smile.
“I wasn’t sure you would want that, so I made sure I didn’t cum.”
The smile she gave me was priceless.
“Are you going to make me cum again, before you fill me?”
In a slightly worried tone, I answered, “I’ll do my best.”
Our second round was much less frenzied. She stopped kissing me and held my hands on her hips so that she could enjoy my skill at fucking. She locked her legs around my hips and held my close as she offered up her breasts for my oral enjoyment. Her body was shaking when she pulled my lips away from her nipples.
Her legs released me as her lips claimed mine. As soon as I started thrusting, she started to climax again. She tried to grip me tighter, but I sped up my thrusts, and in moments, I joined her in the pleasures of our releases.
A commotion in the room intruded on our closeness as we started to catch our breath. We both turned to watch my wife have a noisy orgasm as Brian fucked her doggy style on the bed. Amy gave a quiet laugh and then pulled me back around for some more kissing.
“I hope she’s really enjoying herself,” she teased between kisses. “Most of the time, I have to fake it with him.”
I bit my lips to hide a smile, and then tried to get her lips back on mine.
“What?” she teased in a knowing tone.
“You’d have to know my wife,” I answered with a blush.
Amy rewarded my answer with more kissing, but then she pushed away for more explanation. I probably shouldn’t have answered, or at least maybe I should have shaded the truth. I felt very open and secure with her, and I couldn’t stop myself from answering her look.
“My wife isn’t always easy to please,” I started. “She almost never cums from penetration. I’ve had to learn a lot of tricks to keep from ending too soon, and to find ways to please her.”
Amy smiled as she looked over my shoulder. My wife and Brian had moved to a new position, and she was cooing in pleasure for him. Amy looked back for me to continue.
“Sometimes, she’ll want a quickee, even though she knows she won’t cum,” I said. “She’ll fake an orgasm to trick me into finishing. I’m pretty good at knowing the difference, and her last one just now was fake.”
“That explains a lot,” Amy said in a teasing tone, and then she rewarded me with a lot of kissing. I rewarded her by letting her questing hand find a rising cock. She slid from the counter top and pulled me around behind her body as she bent forward over the desk chair.
“Fill me again,” she demanded as she pulled my cock inside from behind.
I would describe the round as another frenzied fuck. She threw her hips back into every thrust, and begged for more. When she started to cum, she demanded that I keep going. We were never loud, and nobody really paid attention to us, but Amy refused to let up. Her second orgasm brought on mine, and I filled her over and over.
Amy stood and hugged me close as we kissed and caught our breath again. She had a smug look on her face as she looked around the room.
“What?” I teased with a whisper in her ear.
“I was looking for Mary,” she answered softly. After another kiss, she said, “I was hoping that she saw that she had messed up.”
“Why’s that?” I asked.
The smug look returned.
“She’s as dominant as her husband,” she answered with a glance at my wife’s date. “She makes a big deal out of making sure everyone knows she landed the biggest cock in the room.” She paused with a twinkle in her eye. “I was hoping that she would see first-hand that she pawned off that pleasure to me. And it was my pleasure!”
I blushed. No one had ever accused me of having a large cock, and I had only given Amy what I thought was expected of me. She gave me some more kisses, and we held each other for a while longer.
To this day, I will insist that I am a straight guy, and I don’t have any interest in other guys’ equipment. Because of Amy’s comment I couldn’t help but glancing around. I was shocked to see that there were eight other guys in the room, and not one of them had a cock that was longer than my thumb when erect. No wonder Amy was so happy to get to know me.
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There are three epilogues to this story.
First, sadly, is that was the last time I saw Amy. We chatted a bit online, but eventually she moved on. I had no idea what a dom/sub relationship was really all about, and she was looking for a serious Master. She thought that Brian was that man, but she happily found someone that was more of what she was looking for.
The second is that my wife’s infatuation with Brian was short lived. She loved his dominant nature, but she quickly found she didn’t like his style. He felt that he was entitled to order women around with no responsibility for anything but his own pleasure. She was willing to be submissive to a man like that, but not simply to feed his greed.
Last, and best of all, my wife was hooked. She loved the attention and the variety that swinging afforded her. She still loves that she gets to explore her slutty side, her sensual nature, and her lust with my blessing. The fact that I get to explore my lust at the same time makes it easy to let her loose. I must say, we’ve never kept score, but she’s probably winning and I don’t care.
