My name is Tom, but on that particular fateful night roughly five years ago, that wasn’t the name my wife was screaming as she was being fucked good and hard on our bed.
Now, before you get the wrong idea, let me clarify that I was the one who was fucking her. You see, we had been doing a bit of role-playing at that time, and on that particular night, she had chosen the name of “Dale” as her imaginary lover.
We had been married for twenty-four years, and our eldest son had just moved out of the house, leaving us as empty-nesters for the first time in our lives. In the weeks thereafter, I noticed that Beth, my wife, had become very vocal in bed. We had endured so many years being as quiet as possible in bed, I honestly never realized she had it in her. But the moment Donnie left for college, she seemed to let her hair down a little.
Maybe it was hormonal, or maybe it was the fact that she had started exercising again, and was feeling sexier than usual. I didn’t care why her sex drive suddenly went into overdrive; I was simply enjoying the ride. Prior to that, our sex life had become duller and more seldom with each passing year.
Free from having to be quiet all the time, she began talking dirty while we had sex. I have to say, it was a major turn-on for me. The things she would say would make her friends at church blush, and those frumpy old women in her bookclub would never have suspected that there was such a dirty little slut hidden beneath that prim and proper exterior.
As we reached middle age together, Beth and I began to talk about all the things we’d like to do before we get too old to do them. We talked about traveling, and scuba diving, and other types of adventurous activities that we never had the time nor freedom to pursue while being tethered to the house for so many years. Inevitably, that discussion morphed into a conversation about our sexual fantasies. Being the hornier of the two, I was the one who prompted that particular discussion.
“Don’t you have any wild oats you want to sow before it’s too late?” I asked her.
She hesitated for a good, long time, and scrunched up her face as if she were deep in thought. “No, not really,” she said. We had this conversation about our sexual fantasies before, and she always had the same response.
“Come on,” I said. “You’re either the only woman in the world who doesn’t fantasize, or you’re just afraid to share those fantasies with me.”
That comment seemed to push the right buttons. “Okay,” she said, “I’ve always wanted to have sex in a public place. You know, somewhere where we might get caught.”
I never would have guessed that there was even the slightest exhibitionist streak in my shy and quiet wife. I couldn’t help but react with shock, and she gave me a playful slap on the shoulder.
“See?” she said. “That’s why I didn’t want to tell you! I knew you’d react that way.”
“I’m just surprised, that’s all,” I said. “We can make that happen, you know. I can think of a few places we could go where the risk would be pretty low, but good enough to add some danger.”
“I don’t actually want to do it!” she barked. “It’s just a fantasy. You asked me about my fantasy.”
“Okay, fair enough,” I said, “but I’m just letting you know, if you ever want to make that fantasy a reality, I’m game for it.”
“You’re game for anything,” she teased. I could almost hear the gears grinding in her brain as she considered the possibility. “What about you? What fantasies do you have?”
Even though I knew the question was coming, I still wasn’t prepared for it. There are certain fantasies a man shares with his wife, and others that he leaves to himself. I had to be a little “politically correct” in my response, or it may have provoked a meltdown.
“I’ve always thought it would be fun to do a little role-playing,” I said. “Maybe have you dress up as a collegegirl or a cheerleader.”
“In other words, you want to pretend you’re with another woman,” she said. Uh-oh. This was exactly the type of meltdown I was hoping to avoid.
“No, not at all,” I assured her. “I love you, honey, you know that. And you’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted.”
“Mmm-hmm.” She wasn’t buying it. “I know all you guys fantasize about being with other women.”
“Actually,” I said, “my biggest fantasy would be to see you with another man.”
The words escaped from my lips before I realized I had said them. It was almost as if I didn’t say it myself, like I was watching a play and some character on stage just uttered the dumbest line of dialog I’d ever heard. This was my deepest, darkest secret – the type of fantasy a man keeps to himself. I had kept it locked away for years, and never for a moment considered sharing that particular fantasy with my wife.
I don’t even know why I had this strange desire. I just knew that whenever I had the urge to masturbate, that was the go-to fantasy that would get me “over the hump,” so to speak. Whenever I searched for porn, I found that more often than not, I would look for videos of men sharing their wives with other men. There were so many of them, I figured it must be a common fantasy. Still, it wasn’t one that I was willing to share with anyone – especially my wife.
The words were out now, just hanging in the air. I couldn’t take them back. My breathing stopped, and with each passing second during the interminable pause that followed my confession, I regretted it more and more. Finally, just as I was about to yell out “just kidding” or “April fools”, she spoke.
“You’re sick,” she said, simply. I could tell by the way she said it that she was teasing me, and that brought a great sense of relief.
“I know,” I said, “but you knew that when you married me.” She gave me a playful slap.
“Why on earth would you even say something like that?” she asked, rubbing her hands through my chest hair in a suddenly seductive way.
“I don’t know. It’s just a fantasy. You wanted to know.”
She paused a moment longer, and her hand slowly moved from my chest, down my abdomen. “So, you’d like to see me wrap my fingers around some other man’s cock…like this?”
I had never heard her use the word “cock” before. That word alone, never mind what she began doing with her hand, provoked an instant sensation of warmth and swelling. She squeezed and stroked me slowly, and I could hear her breathing heavily.
“Maybe you’d like to see me wrap my lips around that cock,” she said. She lowered her mouth over my swollen member and perched herself just above my cock head. I could feel her warm breath, and it drove me crazy. Without warning, she plunged her entire mouth over my shaft, taking half my length into her mouth, holding it there, and then withdrawing with an audible slurping sound.
“Mmm…” she said, “you have such a nice cock…Brad.”
Brad? Who is Brad?
“Who the hell is Brad?” I asked.
She took me into her mouth once more, slowly and seductively. “You’re just some random guy I met on the streets,” she informed me. “Isn’t that right, Brad?”
Before I could respond, I felt the warm, soft, moistness envelope my cock once more. This time, she took me deeper inside her mouth. It felt as though she took the entire length into her mouth – something she hadn’t done in years. Her apparent lack of a gag reflex was something that always astounded me when we began dating in college, but it was a trick she seemed to abandon early into our marriage.
She continued to slowly work her luscious lips up and down my shaft, and I could feel myself reaching the edge of a powerful climax. Just as I was about to warn her, though, she stopped.
“You’re so big and hard, Brad,” she said. “I think I need to feel that big, hard thing inside me.”
I flipped her onto her back forcefully, and made my way south to give her some attention with my tongue, but she stopped me once more.
“Oh, no,” she said, “we don’t have time for that. My husband will be home any minute. Just fuck me, Brad. Nice and hard.”
I didn’t need to be asked twice. I positioned myself at her entrance and slid inside. I was shocked how slick she was, simply from this dirty role-playing. I’m embarrassed to say, I didn’t last long. Within minutes, I felt myself unloading inside her as she screamed Brad’s name and clawed at my back.
Over the next several weeks, our sex life had never been better. We introduced role-playing into nearly every session, and it seemed to give us both a fresh, new, and exciting boost to our libidos. Apparently, Beth enjoyed my fantasy as much as I did. I felt like a young stud again, and my prim and proper wife transformed into an insatiable, sexually-adventurous minx.
And then came that night five years ago. We were having sex in our now-usual manner. Each time we role-played, Beth would choose a name for the man she was with. She claimed these were random names, although I recognized a few of them as our burly next-door neighbor, the young man who mows our lawn, and her friend at the office. I never said anything about recognizing those names, as I knew she would never admit to it, anyway.
On this particular night, the name she chose was “Dale.”
“Yes!” she screamed, as I forcefully pounded into her, holding her hands above her head so that she couldn’t move them. “Fuck me, Dale! Fuck that pussy like you mean it!”
She was so wet, each thrust resulted in a loud squishing sound, and I could feel her wetness seep onto the sheets beneath us, creating a large, cool puddle. She spread her legs as wide as they would stretch, and she emitted such a loud groan that it made my ears ring. I then followed with a loud groan of my own, and felt one massive surge after another erupt through my shaft, filling her completely.
I collapsed onto the bed beside her, completely exhausted, and soaked in sweat.
“Wow,” she said. I couldn’t respond, as I was breathing so heavily, it felt as though a lung would collapse.
She placed her head on my chest, and I wrapped my arm around her. I could feel my heart pounding right where her head was lying. My chest heaved, causing her head to rise and fall.
“So, I was thinking,” she said, with seeming hesitance. I remained silent, waiting for her to finish her sentence. “Our big anniversary is coming up, and I want to do something special for you.”
Little did she know, I had already made special plans for our twenty-fifth anniversary. I had invited all of our friends and family to gather for a surprise party, to be held the weekend after the big day. I played along, and asked her what she had in mind. I never could have imagined her response.
“Well, I know that you have had this fantasy of seeing me with another man,” she said. I could hear the nervousness in her voice. Was she seriously proposing what I thought she was proposing? Or was she testing me? I decided to remain quiet, and allow her to explain.
“I’ve told you many times that I don’t want to do that,” she continued, “and that you’re the only man I ever need or want. But I know it’s been such a big fantasy of yours for so long, and I feel bad for denying you that experience.”
She hesitated once again, anticipating some sort of response. I had no idea what to say. My mind raced with many different thoughts. She was right; it had been a fantasy of mine for many years. But did I really want that fantasy to become a reality? Could I really stand to see her with another man?
“Honey,” I said, “I think it’s really sweet that you’d even consider such a thing, but…”
I wasn’t sure how to finish that question, as I was still torn about the question at hand, so I just left the sentence hanging.
“I’ve been doing some research online,” she announced. “If we were to really consider this, I wouldn’t feel comfortable doing it alone. But I think that it might be a fun thing to explore together.”
“Thing? What thing? What are you talking about?”
“There’s this nightclub nearby,” she said. “I found a message board for…married people who…you know, have sex with others. Together.”
“You mean swingers?”
I was grateful the lights were off, so she couldn’t see the expression on my face. Although I was appreciative of the fact that she would even consider something so outrageous, I was in shock at the same time. Who was this woman in bed with me?
“Honey, I don’t know…”
“I don’t, either, which is why this club is perfect. It’s just a nightclub, where people go to meet, drink and dance. That’s all that happens there. They don’t allow any sex or anything like that. I figure we could go, hang out, and see what it’s all about. If we decide it’s not for us, then that’s fine. But I figured it would be something new and fun. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?”
I began to answer, but then stopped myself. I came up with a different response, but failed to let that one escape my lips as well. I was dumbstruck. On the one hand, I couldn’t imagine becoming a swinger. It was such an outlandish concept that I had never considered it before, even in my wildest fantasies. But on the other hand, Beth had really put herself out there, and she seemed excited about the idea. She was just beginning to come out of her shell and embrace her sexuality. The last thing I wanted was to squelch her newfound adventurousness and make her feel “dirty” or “perverted.”
“I guess that wouldn’t be so bad,” I said, at last.
“Gee, don’t get too excited,” she said, sarcastically.
“No, I mean it would be fun. And like you said, it’s just a nightclub. We haven’t been dancing in years. Let’s do it!”
We arrived at the address, and discovered that it was a strip club. Somehow, Beth had failed to mention this when she told me about the nightclub. I paid our entrance fee, and asked about the nightclub. I braced myself for the expression of disgust or raised eyebrows from the man behind the counter, but it was obvious that he had seen and heard it all before. He simply pointed to a set of stairs.
As Beth and I ascended the stairs, my heart was racing, and I could feel the adrenaline course through my veins. Beth gripped my hand so tightly, I lost all circulation. The bass from the music in the strip club on the bottom floor made the walls shake. I opened the door to the nightclub, and it was so dark inside that it took a moment for my eyes to adjust.
It was a large, mostly empty, room, filled with sofas and lounge chairs, a large dance floor, and a long bar off to the right. Dance music played from a speaker system, loudly enough that I had to lean in close to Beth to tell her we should sit at the bar. I could smell the perfume she wore that night, and it made my heart flutter.
As she walked toward the bar ahead of me, I couldn’t help but notice how amazing she looked. All of the hours she spent at the gym clearly paid dividends. She wore a short skirt that night, and her legs appeared smooth and toned. Her round ass was perfectly-shaped, and wriggled seductively as she strode toward the bar. She removed her coat, revealing a tight-fitting blouse that displayed her ample cleavage. Her long, curly red hair cascaded over her shoulders, and when she gave me a nervous smile, that precious dimple on her left cheek made my heart melt once more.
“What can I get you?” the bartender asked as we sat. She was a full-figured woman with large breasts that strained against her tight-fitting top. She had a cute, round face, but covered it up with a little too much makeup.
I ordered a beer for me and a glass of wine for Beth. Beth wasn’t much of a drinker, and I could count on one hand the number of times I had seen her drunk since we married. On this night, however, I could tell that she would need a little extra “liquid courage” to get through the night.
In the days since she proposed coming to this club, we had spent the better part of each day discussing all the pro’s and con’s of pushing this particular envelope. In the end, we decided to “go with the flow” and simply see where the evening would lead us.
“Your first time here?” the bartender asked. We both nodded, with an awkward smile. “My name is Julie, by the way.” She extended her hand in my direction.
Given the scandalous nature of this nightclub, I wasn’t sure if we were supposed to use our real names or make up aliases. I opted to give her our real names, concluding that it wouldn’t make a difference either way.
“Is it always so busy?” I asked her, sarcastically, pointing to the mostly-empty room. She looked at her watch.
“It’s still really early,” she noted. “The party doesn’t usually get started until around 11:00 or so.”
“We were told the club opens at 9:00,” Beth said.
Julie smiled. “It does,” she said, “but I guess it takes a while for people to get going.”
As we continued to chat, I noticed that Beth’s grip on my hand had eased a bit as she became more comfortable with her surroundings. I’m sure the wine had something to do with that, as she downed it rather quickly. By the time she was finished with her second glass, the nightclub began to fill with couples.
I couldn’t help but notice that they all appeared to be near our age. Most of them carried a few too many pounds, and yet they all seemed so confident, and so comfortable in their own skin, they became more attractive. They were all dressed in sexy and stylish clothing. It seemed as though all the women were well-endowed, and showed little modesty in displaying their assets. As I scanned the room, I couldn’t help but notice that Beth was the most attractive woman in the club – which boosted my ego quite a bit.
Although everyone at the club seemed to be friendly and outgoing, we hadn’t engaged in conversation with anyone aside from the bartender since arriving at the club ninety minutes earlier. The DJ began playing a decent song, and I grabbed Beth by the waist and escorted her out on to the dance floor.
I watched her sway her hips to the beat, and I couldn’t help but smile. She was so beautiful, and she looked so carefree and happy. I couldn’t wait to get her home, rip her clothes off, and release some of the pent-up energy I was feeling simply by absorbing the sexy atmosphere of the club.
As we danced, I noticed that quite a few couples surrounding us were dancing in such an erotic way, it was almost as if they were having sex fully-clothed. Two couples were dancing to my left, and they had formed a sort of four-way sandwich, with the women held between the two men. The women began kissing each other, and I tapped Beth on the shoulder and gave her a wild-eyed look until she turned in that direction. Her gorgeous green eyes sparkled, and she giggled and squeezed my hand.
We remained on the dance floor for two more songs before making our way back to our seats at the bar. I stood at the bar to order another wine for Beth, and she excused herself to the ladies room.
“How’s it going?” the guy next to me said as we hunched over the bar, trying to get the bartender’s attention.
“Good,” I said. “Great, actually.”
“I’m Roger,” he said, extending his hand.
“Tom,” I responded, and shook his hand. He had a strong, firm, handshake that matched his bulky physique. He wore a black tee-shirt that appeared to be a size too small, with a graphic design on it that I notice a lot of older guys wearing, who are trying to look younger.
“You’re new here,” he said. It wasn’t a question.
“Is it that obvious?” I asked with a laugh.
“I can just tell by the way you two have been sitting at the bar all night, keeping to yourselves, talking quietly, looking around the room like you’re not sure you should be here.”
He smiled, and gave me a pat on the shoulder. “It’s okay, we were all newbies at one point in time.”
“Newbies,” I repeated. “Yeah, I guess we are.”
“My wife, Candy, is around here somewhere,” he said, scanning the room with his hand over his eyes. Upon hearing her name, I couldn’t help but wonder if he were using an alias, as I had originally considered.
As he looked for her, Beth rejoined me at the bar. I introduced the two of them, and couldn’t help but notice the gleam in Roger’s eyes as he shook Beth’s hand.
Roger signaled toward the other end of the bar and waved over his wife. As Candy approached us, the first thing I noticed was how tall she was. With her high heels, she was at least as tall as me – perhaps an inch or two taller. She had long, blonde hair that was several shades lighter than natural. Her breasts appeared a little too perfect to be natural as well, and the dress she wore revealed that she was no stranger to the gym.
Rather than shaking our hands, she gave each of us a warm hug, and surprised me with a kiss on the cheek. I had one of those awkward moments where I half-kissed the air, and then doubled-back to try to kiss her cheek, missing once again. I had to admit, I was flustered.
“I just love your shoes!” Candy said to Beth in a sweet Southern accent. “Where did you get them?”
For the next hour or so, the two ladies continued to discuss shoes and clothing, while Roger and I filled each other in on our backgrounds. Like Beth and I, they had been married for over twenty years. They had two children, one of whom was still living at home. He worked in construction, while Candy was a Pilates instructor.
“So, how long have you been in the lifestyle?” I asked, trying to impress him with the lingo I had learned in my three days of research.
“Man, I hate that term: ‘lifestyle’,” he said. “It may be a lifestyle for some people, but not for us. It’s more like a hobby. Some couples like to get together to go bowling. Some like to go hiking, camping, or riding motorcycles. We like to fuck.”
With that, he gave me another hearty laugh and a slap on my shoulder.
“We’ve been doing this for…let’s see…about two years now,” he said, taking a swig of beer. “How about you? I know this is your first time here, but have you ever done anything like this before?”
I shook my head. “Nope. We’re swinging virgins.”
He laughed again. “Well, I envy you. You have a hell of an adventure in store for you.”
“We haven’t really decided anything yet,” I explained. “We’re just kind of sticking our toe in the water right now.”
“That’s smart,” he said. “It isn’t a decision you should make lightly. Take your time, and make sure you’re on the same page at all times.”
An old 80’s tune began playing, and I felt myself being yanked back to the dance floor. Beth’s dancing had become a little more erratic, and her nose was red – a telltale sign that the wine had its effect on her. The music was too loud for us to have a conversation, so I simply enjoyed the dance.
Roger and Candy joined us on the dance floor, and we all smiled at each other and shouted over the music. At some point during the song, Roger began dancing with Beth, and Candy moved over toward me. The switching of dance partners was so subtle, I didn’t even notice until after it happened.
Candy placed one of her hands on my shoulder as we danced, and I moved one of mine to her hips. I felt uncomfortable touching another woman, especially when it was in plain sight of my wife, but when I looked over and saw Beth and Roger dancing in a similar position, I figured it was acceptable.
Candy was a skilled dancer who displayed far more rhythm than I did. I never particularly cared for dancing, but it was something that I knew Beth enjoyed. I did the best I could, shuffling my feet around more than dancing, really. I couldn’t help but notice that Roger was a better dancer, and that Beth seemed to enjoy dancing with a more skilled partner. Already, I was comparing myself to her partners, and I couldn’t help but second-guess the whole idea of swinging.
The song ended, and a slow song began playing. I started to walk off the dance floor, but noticed that Beth and Roger had begun dancing. I pivoted back toward Candy. She smiled and took one of my hands, placing the other on my shoulder. I held her by the waist and swayed to the beat.
It felt strange and different to be holding another woman in this way, and to be dancing so closely together. It was also strange to look straight ahead into my dance partner’s eyes rather than downward. I looked to my right, and Beth was laughing at something Roger had said. When she finished laughing, she placed her head on his chest, and he held her with both arms.
This was the moment of truth. My long-time fantasy was to see my wife with another man, and now it was happening, right in front of me. I experienced the full spectrum of emotions: anxiety, jealousy, envy, and fear. Surprisingly, I also felt aroused by this situation. I couldn’t explain why, but seeing her acting in such a flirtatious way stirred up emotions that I hadn’t anticipated. I felt proud of her, and proud to share her company with this stranger we had just met. I felt incredibly generous to allow him this incredible gift.
I realized that it wasn’t the first time I heard my name. I snapped out of my trance and looked at my dance partner.
“Are you okay with this?” Candy asked, with a look of concern on her face.
I tried to act as casually as possible. “Yeah, of course.”
She moved in toward me and placed her head on my shoulder, blocking the view to my right. I wrapped my hands around her waist. She was so firm. I had grown used to Beth’s soft physique through the years, and it gave me comfort. To me, she had the perfect body: not too thin, not too fat, not too firm, not too soft. Perfection.
The song ended, and I heaved a sigh of relief. Then another slow song began. I looked to my right, and Beth smiled and said something to Roger. She looked at me, and shouted something that I couldn’t hear, so I simply nodded. Roger then took her by the hand and led her through the crowd to the rear of the dance floor, where I lost sight of them.
Candy looked at me with another expression of concern.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” she asked.
“They’re just dancing,” I said. “It’s fine.”
She raised her eyebrow at me, and I laughed and held her tightly in my arms. We enjoyed another long, slow dance, swaying together, surrounded by a swarm of couples on a packed dance floor. Several were kissing passionately while they danced, and I couldn’t help but wonder how many of them were with their spouses.
When the song ended, we all returned to the bar. We spent another hour or so chatting, exchanged phone numbers, and parted company. I got a warm hug and a brief kiss on the lips from Candy, and I couldn’t help but notice that Roger and Beth shared a kiss as well.
Although it was very late at night, Beth seemed as though she were running on adrenaline. As we walked to the car, she chattered away at a frantic pace, and she made me stop several times to give me a passionate kiss.
“Well?” she said, once we had finally reached our car. “What did you think?”
“It was fun,” I said. “We haven’t been dancing in years.”
“No,” she said. “I mean, what did you think of Roger and Candy?”
“Oh. They’re really nice. I was kind of surprised how normal they are. In fact, everyone seemed normal.”
“Nice and normal,” Beth repeated. As I drove toward the highway, she reached over and rubbed my inner thigh, brushing against my crotch. “And hot, too, right? Do you think Candy is hot?”
“She is tall, blonde, and built like a fitness model,” I said. “I think anyone would think she’s hot.”
“Yeah,” Beth said, unzipping my fly, “but do you think she’s hot?”
She reached in through my zipper and pulled out my cock. It instantly began growing in her hand.
“Sure,” I said, trying my best to concentrate on the road. “She’s very attractive.” It felt awkward discussing the hotness of another woman with my wife.
Beth unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned over, placing her head in my lap. In all the years we were together, she had never done anything like this before.
“Mmm…” she said as she engulfed my cock into her warm, wet mouth. She swirled her tongue around until it grew to full length, and then bobbed her head up and down my shaft, occasionally banging her head on the steering wheel. She didn’t seem to care.
I struggled to keep my hands on the wheel above her head, and concentrated on staying in my lane. At that hour of the early morning, the highway was desolate. With the exception of one of two cars, we had the entire road to ourselves.
Beth buried my entire cock into the back of her throat and held it there for a long time, swirling her tongue all around it. She acted as though she wanted to make me cum as quickly as possible, and she was doing an excellent job of accomplishing that goal. I could feel the warm, tingling sensation rising within me quickly.
“You’d better stop,” I moaned. “You’re gonna make me cum.”
Beth always finished me with her hand, and I didn’t want to cover my clothing in semen – not to mention the steering wheel and dashboard. Hell, the way she was working on me, I was afraid I’d have to clean the roof of the car.
To my astonishment, my warning only seemed to increase her pace as she bobbed up and down my cock. I gave her another, more urgent, warning. This time, there was no stopping it. But she ignored that one as well.
A tremendous pressure welled at the base of my cock and shot out of the tip in spurt after spurt. Beth kept her lips sealed tightly around my cock and moaned as I coated the back of her throat. I swerved into the adjoining lane, and quickly corrected myself. She continued to suck and swallow, moaning around my cock, until I was completely spent.
When she was finished, she casually sat up and buckled herself into her seat. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and giggled uncontrollably.
“Well, that’s one I can cross off the bucket list,” I remarked.
“Mmm…mine, too,” she said. “That was fun.”
“I was hoping to save some of that for when we get home,” I said.
“Oh, don’t worry about that,” she said. “I’ll get you when we get home, too. I just couldn’t wait.”
True to her word, as soon as we walked into the bedroom, she stripped down to nothing and pulled me onto the bed. I worked her clit with my tongue, and she impatiently pulled me on top of her, grabbed my cock, and pulled me inside her. She elicited a loud moan as soon as I entered her, and she met each of my thrusts with her hips.
She was louder than usual, and she begged me to fuck her harder. Then, she changed it up a bit.
“That’s it, Roger! Fuck me hard! Fuck me, Roger!”
I couldn’t help but envision the two of them on the dance floor, and the smile on her face as she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and swayed to the beat of the music. I imagined the two of them, naked together, entwined in each other’s arms, his cock buried deep inside her pussy.
I fucked her harder and harder, and she spread her legs wide and screamed in ecstasy as her juices flooded our sheets once more. I couldn’t hold out any longer, and unleashed my fluids inside her for the second time that night.
As we lay quietly in the afterglow, Beth quietly spoke.
“I kissed him tonight,” she said.
“I know,” I responded. “I saw you at the end of the night. I kissed Candy, too.”
“No,” she said. “I mean I really kissed him. On the dance floor. We made out like a couple of horny teenagers.”
I suspected something like that had happened, but it was still a shock to hear it. I could picture it in my head: the two of them making out on the dance floor, their hands all over each other, their tongues probing each other’s mouths.
“Wow,” I said. “Okay.”
“You’re not mad are you?”
“No, it’s okay. I just need a minute to process it.”
“Oh, god. I knew this was a bad idea.”
“No, honey, it’s okay. Really. I mean, that’s something we talked about. We talked about stepping outside our comfort zone, having new experiences, and exploring our fantasies. We knew what we were getting into when we went to that club tonight.”
“I know,” she said. She rested her head on my chest, and I inhaled the sweet scent of her hair. “I just feel like I cheated on you tonight.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” I said. “It’s not cheating if I give you permission to do it.”
“So you like him, then? Roger?”
“He’s handsome. Not as handsome as you, of course.” She kissed my chest, and I stroked her hair. “I don’t know. It was just exciting to have a new man show some interest in me. It felt like I was dating again. It was flattering, and exciting, and I guess I just got carried away.”
“It’s okay, honey.”
“I didn’t plan for it to go that far. We were only supposed to check out the club tonight.”
“Honey…it’s okay. Really. Don’t worry about it. I’m actually kind of excited to see you so excited. When you two were talking and flirting tonight…it reminded me of the looks that you used to give me when we were dating.”
“I still look at you that way.”
“No, you don’t. I get it, though. He’s someone new. I can give you lots of things, honey, but I can’t ever be new again.”
“I’d feel a lot better about myself if you had made out with Candy,” she said.
“Why does that matter?”
“I don’t know. I guess we’d be even.”
“It isn’t about being even. It’s about having fun, and experiencing new things. Remember?”
Beth nodded, and her hair tickled my chest.
“Okay, I get it,” she said.
“Good,” I replied. “And I promise I’ll make it even the next time I see Candy.”
She gave me a playful slap. “I knew you liked her,” she said. Less than a minute later, she began snoring.
The surprise party went better than expected. Beth never suspected a thing. The look on her face when we walked through those doors and were greeted by all our friends and family…well, it was priceless. Throughout the week, we kept in touch with Roger and Candy. I appreciated the fact that, although Roger had both of our numbers, he only interacted with me. It displayed a level of respect, I felt.
We agreed to meet them for dinner the following week. When we greeted them at the restaurant, we exchanged warm hugs and kisses as though we were old friends. Our conversation flowed freely and easily, and we all laughed so often, our faces hurt by the end of the night. We asked them many questions about swinging, and they answered every one of them honestly and thoughtfully. They also shared many stories of their experiences, and of others they know “in the lifestyle.”
When they walked us to our car at the end of the evening, Candy and I shared a long and lingering kiss. I was grateful that she was wearing flats that night, as I would have felt completely emasculated standing on my tip-toes to reach her lips. I hadn’t kissed another woman like that since the day I met Beth, and it felt both strange and exciting. The entire time we kissed, I couldn’t help but think that I shouldn’t be doing it. The taboo nature of that kiss only made it more thrilling.
I learned that Beth shared an equally exciting kiss with Roger while standing behind us. She told me that his hands roamed down her back, and he squeezed her ass, sending waves of electricity to her most intimate areas. By the time we returned home, she could hardly keep her hands off of me, and we had an amazing session in bed that night.
During our dinner together, Roger mentioned a swinger party that was held at a private home in a neighboring town. He encouraged us to attend with them, and we told him we would consider it. Although the concept seemed exciting, it was more than a little intimidating. Dancing and drinking with swingers at a public nightclub was a big step for us to take. Attending a party with swingers, where people would actually be having sex, was an entirely different concept.
“I think it might be fun,” I said to Beth that night, as we lay in bed, enjoying the afterglow.
“I just don’t think I’m ready for that,” she said.
“We don’t have to do anything,” I assured her. “We could just check it out, and see what it’s all about.”
“That’s what we said about the nightclub. And look how that turned out.”
“Yeah, we made a couple of new friends. That’s a good thing, right?”
“You know what I mean. What if someone starts hitting on us, and expecting us to have sex with them?”
“Remember what Roger said? No means no. If you don’t want to have sex, just say no. It’s like the swinger mantra or something. Besides, Roger and Candy will be there to protect us.”
“Yeah, I guess. I’ll think about it.”
The day of the party arrived. Beth finally agreed to attend, but on the one condition that we wouldn’t have sex with anyone that night except each other. I happily agreed to that condition, as my curiosity about that party had consumed my every thought during the week.
Beth went shopping earlier that day, and when she emerged from our bedroom wearing the new clothes she had purchased, my jaw dropped. She wore a tiny black cocktail dress with spaghetti straps, three-inch heels, and the necklace I had given her on our fifteenth anniversary. She smiled when she saw the look on my face, and did a nice little pirouette for added effect.
“Wow,” was all I could manage.
“Oh, and that’s not all I bought today,” she announced with a naughty smile. With that, she slowly lifted her dress in front of her, revealing a pair of tiny black silk panties.
“Fuck it,” I said. “Let’s stay home tonight instead.”
She giggled, and shook her head. “Too late,” she said. “You’ve already convinced me to go. You can’t back out now.”
Just as I was about to respond, I received a text. I read it, and then gave Beth a look that caused her dimple to disappear.
“What?” she said.
“It’s Roger,” I responded. “Their kid is sick. They have to back out.”
Beth’s eyes widened. “Is he okay?”
“Roger said he’ll be fine, but they have to take care of him,” I reported after typing out a response. “What do you want to do? Should we stay home?”
She flashed me a pouty look. She had gone through so much effort to look her best. It would have been a shame to let it go to waste.
“Let’s go,” I said. “We’ll have fun without them.”
Her smile told me everything I needed to know.
We arrived at the address of the party, and were amazed by the size of the house. It was more of a mansion than a house, really. Their long driveway was filled with cars, and we had to park a fair distance from the door. We knocked at the door, and were greeted by a friendly-looking woman, who welcomed us to the party, and then reminded us of the forty dollar entry fee.
The house was filled with people. I estimated there must have been fifty people spread throughout the many rooms on the bottom floor, and when we passed the massive stairway, dozens of others were milling about at the top of the stairs. Music blared from a speaker system, which was drowned out by the raucous conversations of the crowd.
It was a “bring your own booze” party, and I had packed a bag filled with a bottle of wine for Beth, a corkscrew to open the bottle, and a few beers for me. I found a stack of red Solo cups on a table, and poured Beth a drink.
“Okay,” Beth said. “Now what?”
“Now…we mingle,” I answered.
As we made our way through the crowd, I noticed once more than most of the swingers in attendance were around our age. There were a few couples that appeared to be in their twenties, and they all seemed to congregate together. The really attractive people seemed to gravitate toward one another as well, and it appeared that many of the people seemed to know each other.
We entered what appeared to be a game room, and found a pool table that wasn’t being used. I asked Beth if she wanted to play a game, and she happily agreed. We had just pocketed our first ball when we were approached by another couple, who asked to join our game.
Beth and I played several games against them, and although we enjoyed their company, we didn’t want to give them the wrong impression, so we parted ways to avoid any awkwardness. We spent the next few hours talking to different couples, and then swiftly moving on to talk to others. Everyone was so friendly, and so nice. Remarkably, this party was no different than any other we had ever attended.
“I just want to tell you, you look amazing in that dress,” a man said to Beth at one point during the night.
“Thank you,” she said, blushing a bit, both from his comment and the wine.
“Why haven’t I seen you before?” he asked.
“It’s our first time here,” she said.
“Ah, that explains it,” he said. He held out his hand. “Randy,” he said.
Beth shook his hand and introduced him to me.
“Are you here with your wife?” I asked. “Girlfriend?”
“Nope, just me,” he said.
“Oh,” Beth said. “I didn’t know you could come here alone.”
“Yeah,” Randy said. “They charge sixty bucks for the single guys, but the single women get in for free.” He looked at me. “Doesn’t seem fair, does it?”
“No,” I said, “but I get it.”
Just then, a large group of guys hurried up the stairs. One of them stopped and said something to Randy.
“No fucking way,” he said, his mouth agape. He began to follow, but then remembered his manners. “Have you been upstairs yet?” he asked.
“No,” I said. “What’s up there?”
“Well,” he said, “right now, there’s a woman up there who is supposedly taking on half the guys in this house! Wanna see?”
I looked at Beth, and she appeared astounded.
“Come on,” Randy said, and bolted up the stairs.
I shrugged my shoulders, and took Beth by the hand, leading her up the stairs. As we reached the top, Randy turned around and whispered.
“These rooms here,” he said, pointing to the rooms at the front of the hallway, “are private rooms. You have to sign up for a timeslot, see?” He pointed to a clipboard tacked onto the wall. “These doors have to stay closed. But those two big rooms at the end of the hallway? Those are public rooms. No doors. Anyone can go in there, or just watch.”
We both nodded. I could hear loud moaning at the end of the hall, and as we approached, the noise grew louder. There was a group of men standing in the doorway to one of the rooms, staring intently inside. The group suddenly parted, and two men emerged. One was zipping his fly, and the other was buttoning his shirt. One of them turned to the other and poked him with his elbow.
“Holy shit, dude,” he said. “What a fucking slut!”
The men in the doorway slowly filtered into the room, and at last I managed to peek my head inside. What I witnessed was so shocking, it was difficult to process. A woman was poised on all fours on top of a king-sized bed. Surrounding the bed were perhaps ten men in various states of undress, each with his dick in his hand.
One man was kneeling in front of the woman, with his hands behind her head and his dick in her mouth. He was thrusting into her mouth, fucking her face, while another man was behind her, fucking her hard and fast. She was completely naked with the exception of a pair of high heels, and she was moaning loudly with each thrust of the man behind her.
The man in front of her pulled out and began jerking off, with his dick pointed at her face.
“You ready for another one?” he growled.
“Fuck yeah,” she said. “Give it to me. Give me another load!”
He stroked himself furiously, and groaned loudly as several streams of cum streaked across her cheeks and forehead. One of the men standing along the far wall suddenly climbed on top of the bed and stood over her, stroking his cock. He covered her hair in his spunk, and then hopped off the bed. The man in front of the woman moved aside, and he was immediately replaced with another, who shoved his cock into her mouth.
The man fucking her from behind then emitted a loud groan and emptied his load inside her. He, too, was immediately replaced with one of the men standing along the wall.
“Let’s go,” Beth said, tugging at my arm. We hurried down the hallway and descended the stairs.
“That was a little too much,” she said once we reached the bottom floor. She looked completely flustered. “Oh my god,” she said, looking in my eyes. “You were actually turned on by that!”
“What? No, I mean…”
She reached down and grabbed my crotch. “You’re hard as a rock! You actually liked seeing that?”
I had no idea what to say. The truth was, I did find it an incredible turn-on to see that woman give herself so freely and become such a dirty slut. It was dirty and wrong…and undeniably arousing. I had seen many internet videos of gangbangs like that, but never imagined seeing it live and in-person.
“You really are a sicko!” she said with a laugh. She took a big swig of her drink, and looked around the room. She had almost polished off the entire bottle. “I think I’m ready to go home,” she announced.
I looked at my watch. “We’ve only been here for about four hours,” I noted. “Let’s hang out a little longer. Maybe play some more pool?” She nodded and smiled.
We played a few games of pool and chatted with several more people. The next time I looked at my watch, it was approaching two o’clock in the morning. Although I was tired, I had one goal for the night that remained unattained. I looked at Beth, and she was swaying a bit, so I knew the moment was right.
“Honey, it’s just about time to go home,” I said, “but there’s one thing I want to do before we go.”
“What’s that?” she said, slurring her speech a little.
I took her by the hand and led her up the stairs.
“Where are we going?” she protested. “I don’t want to go up here again.”
“Just be quiet and trust me,” I responded.
I walked to the end of the hallway toward the public rooms. It was quiet. The only sounds were the low moaning of a few remaining couples in the private rooms. I peered into the public room that we hadn’t seen before, and verified that it was empty.
“Come on,” I whispered.
I took her in my arms and kissed her deeply. She returned my kiss with enthusiasm. I began lifting her dress, and she suddenly stopped.
“What are you doing?” she said, tugging her dress back down.
“I was thinking…of that fantasy you told me about. Having sex in a public place? Well, here is your chance.”
She looked around the room. “Here?”
“Why not?” I said, smiling widely.
“But there’s no door,” she said. “What if someone starts watching us?”
“Well…isn’t that part of the fantasy?”
She seemed to consider it for a moment. I raised her dress once more, and this time she didn’t stop me. I raised it all the way over her head, leaving her standing in the middle of the room wearing nothing but her bra and panties. I tasted her lips once more, and reached behind her, unclasping her bra. She quickly held her hands over her breasts, but I pushed them down to her sides, exposing her naked breasts.
I kissed my way down her neck to her breasts, and took each of her nipples into my mouth. She moaned softly, and ran her fingers through my hair. I maneuvered her toward the bed, and she fell backward on top of it. I then slid her panties down her legs.
My wife – my prim and proper, shy and reserved wife – was now completely naked, in a room with no door, in a house full of strangers. I had never been so aroused.
I dove between her legs and buried my nose in her pubic hair, running my tongue along her labia, down one side, up the other, and teasing her clit with gentle flicks. She arched her back and grabbed my hair, pulling me toward her. As I continued to lick and suck, the sounds of ecstasy filled the room, and I feared she would soon draw attention.
After several minutes of taking her to the edge and back, she suddenly sat up on the bed.
“Wait,” she said. “What about you? Why am I naked, and you’re fully clothed?”
“I’ll fix that right now,” I said, and quickly removed my clothes. I climbed onto the bed and straddled her torso. I placed my rock-hard cock in her mouth, and she eagerly swallowed it, and bobbed her head up and down my shaft.
As she sucked and slurped, I felt a presence in the room. I didn’t need to turn around to know we were being watched. I never thought anyone would ever watch my wife and I have sex, and I discovered that it was a major turn-on.
I could see him from the corner of my eye. He was standing right beside the bed now, getting a fantastic view of Beth’s talented mouth sucking my rigid pole. I didn’t know whether I should acknowledge his presence or pretend not to notice. He moved out of my line of sight, and I finally turned around to look at him.
I didn’t recognize him at first, as the room was too dark. He was now kneeling at the foot of the bed, and rubbing Beth’s feet. If she noticed, she didn’t say anything. She was far too absorbed in giving me a tremendous blowjob, it seemed. When he looked up, I instantly recognized that it was Randy, the single guy we had met earlier.
He smiled at me, and I nodded. I returned my attention to Beth. Her mouth was stuffed with my cock, her eyes were closed, and she seemed lost in the act of giving me pleasure. I turned around once more, and Randy was now rubbing Beth’s legs. His hands moved from her feet, along her shins, over her knees, and up her thighs. He seemed hypnotized by the smoothness and shape of her legs, and I couldn’t blame him. Beth had tremendous legs.
I returned my focus to Beth, who had now picked up her pace, bobbing her head quickly over my shaft. Suddenly, she began moaning loudly, sending vibrations through my entire body. I turned around once more, and Randy had his fingers inside her vagina, twisting and thrusting into her at a rapid pace.
A jolt of adrenaline surged through me, and I spun around as far as I could reach and grabbed his arm.
“Wait, stop!” I said. I turned to Beth. “Beth, are you okay with this?”
She opened her eyes, and looked dazed and confused, as if she didn’t understand the question. Then she sat up a bit and looked around me, spotting Randy sitting at the foot of the bed.
“Oh, god,” she said, scrambling under me. “No, I’m not!”
“You gotta go,” I said to Randy, and he quickly exited the room. I turned to speak to Beth, but she was already throwing her dress over her head. I dressed as quickly as I could, and tried to catch up with her as she scrambled down the stairs and out the door.
We drove home in silence. I tried to speak to her a few times, but she insisted that she was tired, and that we would talk tomorrow. Before we had even reached the main road, she was fast asleep.
Beth awoke the next morning with a splitting headache. I don’t think I had ever seen her drink an entire bottle of wine alone before, and it was clearly too much for her to handle.
“Do you want to talk about last night?” I asked as we lay in bed. She was shielding her eyes with her forearm.
“Which part? It’s all a blur,” she said.
“The end of the night,” I said, “with that guy, Randy.”
She removed her forearm for a moment and looked at me with glassy, bloodshot eyes. The look of confusion on her face told me she might not remember what happened. That was a relief. I felt incredibly guilty about what happened, and barely slept that night.
“You know, you’re the only one who has touched me…down there…in the past twenty-five years,” she said. “Well, you and my gynecologist.”
“I know,” I said, “and I’m really sorry, honey. I put a stop to it as soon as I realized what was happening.”
“No,” she corrected, “you asked me if I was okay with it. What if I had said yes?”
“I…I don’t know,” I stammered. It was that very question that had kept me up all night.
“I know it’s your fantasy to see me with another man,” she said. “I understand that.” She paused for a moment. “Well, I understand that is your fantasy, but I don’t really understand why. But we need to do this at my pace, or we don’t do it at all.”
“I know,” I said. “I get it. I do. And I’m sorry I let that happen. We made an agreement before we left for the party, and I let things get out of hand. It was just…exciting. And I got lost in the moment.”
“You were excited to see a strange man touch me like that?”
“I…I don’t know. At first, it was exciting. But then I felt like it was wrong, and that’s when I asked you if you were okay with it.”
“But if I had said yes, you would have let him continue shoving his fingers inside me?”
“I don’t know. Maybe.” I really wasn’t sure what I would have done. On the one hand, it was arousing to see another man touching my wife. On the other hand, I felt very possessive of her at that moment, and I wasn’t sure that I was ready to share her.
“And how far would you have let it go?” she asked. “What if he wanted to stick his dick in me instead? Would you have let that happen?”
“No, of course not! I know you’re not ready to take that step yet. I would have stopped it before that happened.”
“I hope so,” she said. She looked straight into my eyes. “I love you. You know that. And I’m willing to help you realize this fantasy of yours. But I need to trust you. And I need you to protect me when you know I’m not in the right frame of mind to make good decisions.”
I kissed her forehead and hugged her tightly. “I know, and I will. I’m sorry for letting you down, honey. It won’t happen again.”
Several weeks passed, and that incident at the party wasn’t mentioned again. We kept in touch with Roger and Candy via texts, but we couldn’t find a time to get together with them again, as their schedule became hectic. At last, we agreed to a date to meet them for dinner.
While we ate, it was our turn to share our stories about the party we attended. They were equally astonished by the story of the woman in the open room who took on so many men at once. And when Beth told them about the single guy at the end of the night, both Roger and Candy agreed that he had overstepped his bounds.
“You don’t touch unless you’re given permission first,” Roger said. “That’s a basic rule at those parties. You should have told the hosts about that. He’d be banned for life.”
I felt guiltier than ever. Roger was right. I should have taken stronger action that night, but I let my fantasy blur the thin line between right and wrong. What made me feel even worse was that, in the back of my mind, a part of me secretly hoped that Beth had agreed to let that man continue doing what he was doing. I fantasized about what might have happened if he had gone even further. I envisioned him sticking his cock in her pussy while I fed mine into her mouth. Two holes filled at once. So slutty. So dirty. So wrong. It was something I had fantasized about many times through the years.
We wrapped up our dinner with Roger and Candy, and parted ways with another extended hug and kiss in the parking lot. I appreciated that they weren’t pushing us, and were allowing us to develop our relationship at our own pace. We agreed to meet with them the following weekend, at the nightclub where we had originally met.
When we awoke the following morning, Beth surprised me with a nice, long, slow blowjob. Just as I had reached the edge of explosion, she stopped.
“Would you like to see me suck Roger’s cock like this?” she asked in a sweet and innocent voice.
The question surprised me, to say the least. I wasn’t sure whether she was testing me, or if she wanted an honest answer, so I decided to punt the question back to her. “Hmm…would you like to suck Roger’s cock?”
She put my cock back in her mouth, and made another long, slow journey to the base and back to the tip, releasing me with a slurping sound. “I don’t know,” she said. “I think maybe I would.”
During our dinner the previous night, Roger explained to us the difference between “soft swapping” and “full swapping.” Full swapping basically means that anything goes, including intercourse. There are many definitions for soft swapping, but one of them is having oral sex only.
“Are you thinking of doing a soft swap with them?” I asked her. My mind was racing. I looked down at her with her soft lips gently milking my erection, and I could picture her doing the same to Roger. It was an exciting thought, but it also stirred up a feeling of deep anxiety in my chest.
“I think it might be fun,” she said as she stroked my cock. “What do you think?”
This was it, I thought. Another moment of truth. I could back out now, and leave the whole idea as a fantasy. Or, right then and there, I could make it a reality. I went with my gut reaction.
“I’m on board if you are,” I said.