My wife and I stood nervously outside the club doors. I think in spite of all the conversations we had had about this we were both still very uncertain if we wanted to do this, although by the end of the evening one of us would be embracing it much more than the other for good or bad. The place was a swingers club, a destination my wife of twenty years and I would never have imagined earlier in our relationship we would ever want to enter, yet here we were. It had all started with an innocent conversation during a movie months earlier, the movie was about wife swapping, and we talked about what kind of people would want to see their spouse having sex with someone else. We were making fun of the idea at the time yet when we went to bed that night we played out a fantasy where my wife was having sex with another man and it, well frankly, turned us both on more than we ever thought it would. Still, it is a long way from fantasy to the real thing and I, for one, never thought we would go there, yet the thought of it seemed to pray on both our minds. A few months later, we ran into an old friend who had second-hand knowledge of the local swinger's club scene, and he clued us in on one not far from where we lived. Even knowing the location, it was still some time and many bottles of wine and late night discussions before we ended up deciding to come here.
As we loitered outside the door I looked over at my wife's uncharacteristically sexy outfit, well sexy for a forty-plus-year-old woman anyway, and she was wearing a black top with a scoop neck that just revealed the tops of her pale-skinned breasts. Down below she wore a knee-length grey skirt and had covered herself a bit up top with a calf-length brown jacket in an old fashion looking style. My wife, Susan by name, was a fair-skinned redhead with short wavy hair that dropped just past the nape of her neck, beautiful chocolate brown eyes above a small nose and a sweet little boat-shaped mouth, which she had covered in lipstick with a dark plum color. I thought at her age she was still quite striking and she was often mistaken for being quite a bit younger than she was. I stood a good head above her five-foot-five frame, six feet tall and in good shape for a man who just celebrated his fortieth birthday. My dark brown hair had a few stray strands of grey but my beard was still free of such things, and I was told I had quite striking green eyes in an otherwise plain but handsome face.
With a deep breath, I finally pushed open the doors, and we went inside, the club was quite lovely all wood paneled and giving off an old world sort of European vibe, it was crowded with a wide variety of people of different ages and ethnicities, a real melting pot as it were. Susan and I eventually managed to find a table and ordered drinks, just set back to take it all in. I think we were both a little lost as to exactly how this was supposed to work since neither of us had ever done anything like this before. As it turned out we did not need to do much of anything, it seemed like periodically throughout the evening interested couples, and individuals would drift by the table and start chatting us up. We tried to be kind to everyone who showed interest but to be honest the few times it happened one or the other of us wasn't interested in some half of the couple who can over to us, and we weren't interested in just a three-way. It seemed fair to have a couples thing, though finding a situation where we both liked the other couple was rapidly turning out to be problematic. It started to look like we were going to strike out and I think deep down I was relieved that we hadn't found anyone that fit the bill for us when a youngish couple of thirty-somethings suddenly appeared at the end of the table.
They introduced themselves as Rick and Diana. Rick reminded me of a young Harrison Ford with swept-back dark hair and an obvious roguish glint in his eye, a bit on the thin side though not skinny he stood holding a glass of wine with his arm around a woman who turned out to be his girlfriend. Diana was taller than my wife with hair so light blonde it looked almost white. It fell around her face in straight layers that ended just above her collarbone on each side. Her skin was tan, and she had the typical dark smoky eyes favored by the younger set with a broad smile on her soft earth-toned lips. As I looked more closely, I think Diana reminded me a bit of Brigit Fonda; she had smallish boobs like the actor though she was showing them off in a rather flattering dark blue dress that had a plunging V-neck line.
They joined us at the table, and for the first time that night, we seemed to be hitting it off with someone. Rick was both very charming and very funny, and he quickly had my wife and me laughing, and Diana proved to be the quieter of the two, but she was not above dropping in a funny quip every now and again. As the evening wore on I noticed Rick paying more and more attention to my wife and at one point, and quite to my surprise, he made a joke and followed it up by placing his hand over my wife's while she was laughing. A few seconds later I notice that he was running two fingers across the back of her hand but not only did my wife not seem to mind she reciprocated by lifting her hand and running her fingertips across his palm while smiling at his continued banter. It was the first time I had ever seen my wife offer affection to another man and to be honest it did not make me mad or jealous at all but instead gave me a raging hard-on in my pants. I decided to push my luck at that point and casually placed my hand on Diana's leg; she smiled and didn't make any move to drive me away. I started running my fingertips up and down her thigh, to my astonishment she just smiled and then winked at me! Things obviously seemed to be going well, and I have to admit the whole situation was arousing me though I had no idea where it was going next.
Rick seemed to be comfortable taking the lead as he said -
"You know Susan if I were honest; I've wanted to kiss you ever since I sat down here that is if Rob doesn't mind?"
Both of them looked over at me, my wife's expression was surprisingly unreadable, I don't think she was indifferent, but she seemed as if she was willing to leave it entirely up to me while not giving me a signal how she felt about it one way or another. I figured this is what we came here for and better to see if this bothers me before we move any further, so I gave just a tiny nod of my head. I found my heart suddenly beating a mile a minute in my chest as for the first time I watched another man kiss my wife. To Rick's credit, he didn't maul her like an oversexed teen, it was a lovely, gentle kiss, he copied one of my moves cupping the side of her face in his palm as he leaned in, I watched my wife close her eyes and then their lips met. The kiss was not super long, but it was far from short, and though there was no tongue there was a lot of lips rubbing and a few smacking noises, I guess it was almost a mini make-out session. When they broke the kiss, I noticed my wife looked a bit embarrassed and lowered her eyes to the floor for a second, but I also saw the smile on her lips and I decided that she must have enjoyed the kiss.
"Hey, I think we should get a turn, to be fair right Rob?" said Diana.
I glanced briefly at Susan, but her face had returned to the same unreadable mask she had been wearing before, but in for a penny in for a pound right? I mirrored almost the same move Rick had just pulled cupping the side of Diana's face before bringing my lips to hers. I was going for the same sweet sort of romantic kiss that Rick and Susan had just shared, but Diana had other ideas. She turned out to be the more aggressive of the two, quickly opening her mouth against mine and sliding her tongue forward pushing me into a scorching little French kiss. I hate to admit it, but after the initial shock of her forward move I found myself quite enjoying the kiss, she knew how to use her tongue. After a long moment, when the kiss finally broke, I found my body trembling slightly from the arousal of kissing her.
