This is not the most exciting of stories but it is true.
We got married in 1980 and had our first swinging experience six weeks after our wedding. It was at a party and I was seduced by a man who I later found out was a very experienced swinger. My husband, Andrew, knew about it all and encouraged me at every stage and the next morning when I was feeling a bit guilty, he made me feel so loved that all the feelings of guilt just disappeared.
This event was such a turn on for us both that we were keen to try it again and we started to buy contact magazines and place adverts. We tried swinging with couples and had a lot of fun. We discovered that the village we lived in, Barton-under-Needwood in Staffordshire, had quite an active swingers group which we were soon regular members of.
At that time, I had a good job but was on a short-term training contract and was suddenly faced with six months between the end of one contract and the start of the next. We had a mortgage and things looked tight. I managed to get some locum work for three days of the week but these were the days of 14% interest rates.
One of the “girls” in the swinger’s group heard about our problem and said that there were some hours going at the place she worked in. Marjory and her husband were a bit older than us. I was twenty-seven, Andrew was twenty-eight and Marjory was in her early forties.
She was a very sexy lady, tall and very busty. I am 36A and have always been rather envious of full-breasted women. I know Andrew and all the other men loved her body. But I digress.
Marjory worked at a small specialist engineering firm in Burton-upon-Trent that made copper and stainless-steel vessels for the brewing industry. She explained that they needed someone to do general office work with some invoice work and typing but that typing, pre-Word, wasn’t a problem as she did most of that, if I could take the other stuff. She also told me that the partners who ran the company were also in the swinging scene.
So the week after my job finished I started work at the engineering works for two days a week Thursday and Friday.
It was a small place. There were three partners, all young or youngish mid-forties, Marjory and I, and six coppersmiths. It was a very friendly place and Marjory always dressed to impress.
She was a bit past the mini skirt stage, but would wear tight pencil skirts suspenders and stockings and there was never a panty line. The first week having never worked in an office I opted for a modest skirt and top with tights and sensible shoes.
Marjory took one look and said “No.”
She told me that that would not do. I should wear stockings, not tights and shorter skirts. She also suggested that as my breasts are quite pert, I should forget the bra.
Well in those days, it was not easy to get stockings and sussies. So on the Friday, I went to work in a nice short fitted skirt a white silk blouse and was bare legged. I also put some higher heels on.
“That’s better,” said Marjory and gave me a hug and a kiss.
As she did this her right hand slipped over my bottom.
She gave a slight frown, “you really should not wear panties with a skirt like that. You don’t want VPL.” (That’s visible panty line.)
Anyway, the day went well. The work was fiddly but easy enough and the partners were all very friendly and the “lads” on the shop floor were a great laugh. They flirted outrageously with Marjory and would pat her bottom as she went past and feel her stocking straps. It would all be banned now but it was all good fun at the time. Friday was payday, and in those days the shop floor were paid in cash in brown envelopes.
When work finished, everyone adjourned to the side room of one of the little local pubs for which the town was famous. At least one of the partners would always come and would always buy the first round. And put a few pounds into the kitty. There was a lot of high spirits and teasing and after a couple of rounds, I was asked if I had enjoyed my first week, and was I going to come back for a second?
I said I had loved it and would be back. Marjory then said that she had one complaint. She stood me up and pushing her hands up my thighs, she took hold of my panties and pulled them down.
“No VPL,” she said to a cheer from the lads.
So that was how it started I stayed there for six months. My work dress got more and more erotic. I never wore panties again and I had sex with each of the partners and all of the lads on the shop floor. All of this was pre-HIV and we never used condoms. I would be dropped off at home dripping with cum and then Andrew would have sloppy seconds.
Sometimes I would ring Andrew to come to the pub to find me in a very short miniskirt with cum very obviously running down my thighs. He used to love this and would always want to know who had “had” me. I really loved it and so did he
Another little Friday ritual was that the lads would pass a pint pot round and they would all put in a few pounds for Marjory and me as a reward for our dressing it was like a little tip.
The partners would also add a financial reward or bonus. So it was a very rewarding six months.
I hope that you have enjoyed reading about this interlude. Of all our sexual activities We enjoy sharing me the most and we have tried all the formats We have had threesomes. Andrew has sat and watched or gone to another room. On the whole, I think that I would rather meet a man or men, then go off with him or them on my own. I can relax more if Andrew is not there and I am doing things just to please me.
I also enjoy sex with women but like that to be just woman to woman as too many women are pushed into it to please their husbands. If you would like to hear about my first lesbian experience which was also my first sub/Domme experience, please ask.
Linn