I had almost forgotten, well not actually forgotten but pushed to the back of my mind, the idea of my husband Kevin and I joining a swinging group as I now knew they were called; I was rather naïve about such activities at the time. And Kevin, who had suggested he look into them, didn't mention what he was doing so, we didn't discuss the topic for probably a month or so after the holiday where met Megs and Tom. During that time, I didn't think much about exchanging partners as we had with Megs and Tom in Majorca but I thought a lot about the sex I'd had with Tom.
At the time, Kevin and I had been married for over twenty years and I had not been unfaithful although he had a couple of times for which I had forgiven him. It had taken quite a lot of gentle persuasion from Kevin and flattering from Tom to get me to agree to the exchange and to my utter amazement I was bowled over by my afternoon with Tom. The sex with him was awesome and made me realise just why some women 'play away from home' and what I had been missing! Having said that, I doubt that I could have had a fling or an affair behind Kevin's back as it were. It was the combination of having sex with a near stranger and doing it with Kevin's approval as he did the same that made for my excitement and anticipation.
After the sex with Tom and following the holiday, I felt like a different woman and so when Kevin had brought up the subject of joining a swinging circle or, as they called it, a partner exchange group, I as reluctantly as I could act, agreed.
"We get to know each other by email, phone and exchanging photos," Kevin explained before hitting me with the punch line a few weeks later. "Then we meet for dinner, preferably at a hotel where we have rooms reserved."
"And then what?" I rather ridiculously asked.
"The dinner and an nsa meeting," he told me.
"Nsa?" I queried
"Yes, no strings attached. The idea is we spend a couple of hours chatting and eating and getting to know each other more than we have previously online and by phone then we split and you and I and they decide if we want to go further and use the rooms. If any of us doesn't want to no hard feelings and we come home having had a nice lunch or dinner."
"Hmmmm seems sensible.
"And it's more secure."
"How do you mean?"
"Well neither couple have to reveal their address to the other who at this stage they hardly know!
"Oh I see."
And that's why shortly after that we were walking into a hotel in Central London and going straight to the bar where we had agreed to meet.
It wasn't very full and we saw them immediately. They were at the bar with Eva sitting on a stool and Craig standing beside her. We knew from our previous communications that they were both in their late forties, a few years older than us, and thankfully, they matched up well to the photos they had sent us.
Craig was a few inches shorter than Kevin, who is just on six feet, and was about my height but then I was wearing heels. He was pleasant without being good-looking, had receding 'salt and pepper' hair and was a little overweight. Eva was similar in height and was also overweight but she was very pretty with a spectacular chest; she must have been into the EE or even FF category which I guessed had been a reason why Kevin had chosen them.
Although I had supported Kevin's choice, I would have preferred a more glamorous potential partner but Craig came across very well and Eva was pleasant and had quite a sexy way about her that I assumed was pleasing and maybe even arousing for Kevin. Craig was not doing that to me although the prospect of probably having sex with him was exciting me.
After a really nice meal they left the table and Kev and I chatted and agreed to take things a stage further if they wanted to. They did and so twenty minutes later after the guys had sorted out the rooms, I found myself in Craig's arms being kissed by him. Whilst I found it somewhat strange doing that which, I recalled from the time with Tom seemed almost more intimate than making love, I was excited at simply being alone with a man who I had, tacitly at least, agreed to have sex with.
Similar feelings to those I had with Tom came over me as Craig's hands investigated my back, then hips and bottom before going to my breasts and slipping inside my top and right onto them in the thin bra.
We hardly talked and he seemed to be in a hurry for it felt as if in hardly no time at all my top was off and he was fumbling with my bra clasp which I helped him with. His hand went up my skirt at the back and he fumbled around with the cheeks of my bottom before pushing it between my legs from behind. Pulling me onto the bed he fiddled the zip undone and my skirt came off so I was lying there in just my black thong and holdups.
Worrying about my skirt and top getting creased I stopped him, got off the bed and picking them up I folded them neatly onto a hanger and put them in the wardrobe.
"Come on babe, let's do it," he rather worryingly said as I returned to the bed and put one knee on it. Reaching out for me he grabbed me by the elastic of my thong and grinning like a Cheshire cat he tried pulling it down.
"No Craig, let me," I said becoming mildly alarmed how things were going but, nevertheless sliding the thong off.
"Mmmm lovely I adore hair and so many nowadays are going without it aren't they?
Not bothering to tell him that I was planning on shaving mine off I clambered onto the bed and lay on my back beside him. He kissed me, rubbed my clit a little too hard and without further delay pushed at least one finger up me. That was a shock and it made me jump and grunt which he evidently mistook for arousal.
"Nice babe, ok?"
"Mmmm," I replied in a non-commital way.
If the foreplay was rushed and awkward the fuck was worse and made even more so by him saying.
"Bareback ok?"
