My interest in the new lifestyle (swinging) all started with one instance... I think the curiosity was there, but it needed the push to come out in the open.
I'd been dating a girl who'd known me all her life. Her parents and mine were friends long before any of us kids were brought into this world. We called ourselves cousins, because although we lived 500 miles away from each other growing up, we usually saw each other most of the summer.
We went on vacation together while her husband was starting to make plans to move out. A few weeks later, he moved out and I moved in. We'd been having sex and living together made it all the easier and convenient. I had my own room and she had hers. All went well for the first few months together. We had an accident and she had to get the morning after pill. She told me her hormones would go crazy and she would be moody. Sure enough, she started acting weird... distant... I was prepared and kept my distance, but offered her comfort. Somewhere along the line, we had a big fight. It lasted days... I'd tried making up with her (it was a simple, stupid thing, really, or so I thought). She told me she wanted to get space and she needed to think. That was fine. I could accept that. A couple of weeks went by... another fight over something I did, or didn't do... I thought it was blown out of proportion... We stopped talking for a long time.
Months down the line, after I realized she was dating other people (having played mind games with me and leaving me hanging), a guy came over. I heard the doorbell ring while I was in the bathroom. I'd heard his name before and heard her talk to him on the phone... I happened to be upstairs in the bathroom when he came in.... as I walked out of the bathroom, I heard whispering downstairs... Then, I heard the shuffling of clothes as a coat was being taken off and then smacking of lips as they kissed. I guess I was in a little bit of denial up to that point. I felt numb and shocked. My heart sank a little. I turned off the light in the bathroom and stood there for a second. I sat on the edge of the bath tub not sure what to do or think. After a couple of minutes, I heard feet coming up the steps. I freaked a little in case they came into the bathroom and saw me sitting there in the dark... What would I say or do? I saw the tops of heads through the bathroom door that was ½ way closed as they came up the stairs. The creaking of a loose board... A second later, I saw them walk right by. Liz was in the lead, almost pulling him to her bedroom. The guy looked tall and thin with brown hair and a goattie... He reminded me a little of Shaggy from Scoobie Doo cartoons.
I snuck back to my room and closed the door. I sat there still numb from shock. Curiosity was growing inside me. I turned off the music to see what I could hear. The bedrooms were separated by a wall mostly. The bathroom was a little off center from being between the two rooms. I could hear noises and movement. A few seconds would go by and I' ld hear a voice talking. I could usually hear what was being said, but they must have been keeping their voices a little lower than usual. I decided to go back to the bathroom and listen a little better. I sat there for about 30 seconds and I started to hear the bed squeak as somebody sat on the bed. I heard the smacking of lips again and some muffled talking... then giggling... I was wondering what was going on... Then I heard Liz moan- I knew that moan... the bed creaked... then the thumping of the headboard. My heart sank lower. I was getting pissed that this guy had come into the house I was living in and was screwing the girl I'd been screwing a few months earlier. I don't know why, but something came over me... I walked out of the dark of the bathroom and stood at the door. Thump, thump, thump... squeek, squeek, squeek... uhhh, uhhh, uhhh... I slowly put my hand on the doorknob, taking about 15 seconds , afraid of the doorknob making noise... I slowly turned the knob, keeping my hand on the door to muffle any noise the door might make while opening. I cracked it open the fraction of an inch... just enough to see what was going on (like I didn't already know...). I saw them from behind on the bed... Liz's legs spread wide open in the air...
The guy pumping his ass as his cock pounded away inside her. I could see the pink of her lips occasionally as his cock slid in and out of her swollen labia. Two minutes passed like that, the pounding, the slapping of skin on skin, the creaking, the moaning... They rolled around a little so she was on top. This time, I got a profile view of them as she rode him. Her tits were full and bounced as she humped him... He reached up and squeezed them, pinching her nipples. Her lips parted slightly as she moaned. Every few strokes, she would do a long slow stroke... After about 2 minutes, she leaned forward so their bodies were parallel. He pulled her tits to his mouth as he sucked on them. Her head went back as she bit her lip... Their pelvises meeting each other mid thrust... She fell off of him... Her face was red from the exercise... She sat up and looked down at his cock, which was wet from their juices, still oblivious to me watching. She grabbed the shaft and leaned down, taking it into her mouth. I realized about this time that I was feeling a cold spot on my leg... I looked down and realized that I was leaking precum in large amounts. The air was making the wet spot in my jeans feel cold. What the hell? I was pissed, yet turned on? How? Why? My hands were shaking.