Swingers Convention Transformation

I knew that running a booth at a swinger convention with my wife would bring up temptations for her that would challenge our monogamist commitments to the fullest. Claire is blond, five three, with a beauty-pageant body and an outgoing and winning personality with a Carey Mulligan face and the sexiest ass you'll ever see. Perhaps her ass is her most winning feature, and I knew running the booth and socializing with the participants at a swinger convention would put her commitment to the test. She looks great in a bathing suit and even better out of it, and after only one night we had already spent a lot of naked time in a hot tub full of mate-swappers and randy men and women looking for new mates to fuck.

When she brought him to the booth and introduced him as Jake and asked if I minded if she spent some time away from the booth, I knew things had progressed beyond the outsider class. She was making the leap to participant and I was not sure how I was going to handle it. Oh I had told her before we got there if she got hit on she was free to act on it, but I wasn't sure how serious I was about it. She would be propositioned, that was a given, and probably she would be fucked, it was how I was going to be able to handle it that was the question of the day.

When she had been gone for two hours I began to get nervous, not so much about what she was doing, which I figured was sexual, but how I would react to it was my concern. She was clearly one of the sexiest women at the convention, and there were other sexy women I can assure you, but Claire was clearly one of the most attractive women there that weekend.

It was on the second day that a lovely blond came to the booth and asked me if I was the author here to promote my book. Here it came, the proposition from a good looking woman wanting to have carnal relations with the writer of the book I was there to promote. I said that was me and she proceeded to say she had seen me come in with that 'gorgeous blond' and she wondered if my lady was into 'bi'. I said I didn't think she ever had and after I lifted myself off the floor of disappointment I said she would have to ask her. Her name is Claire," I said dejectedly. She asked if she would be back to the booth later. I smiled, disguising my disappointment, and said she would be back later.

She went off to look for Claire and I gathered up my ego and tried to look unfazed, then I went on talking to people about my book, which was on nudity and how if affects children. I didn't see Claire again for another hour and wondered if her 'bi' friend had found her, and if she had I wondered how had things ended. I wondered if my wife was now 'bi' and would I ever satisfy her again.

When Claire returned her mood was clearly elevated. I could see a pink in her cheeks that had been missing for a few years. I wondered if she had a new blond friend, and I also was curious whether Jake had introduced her to extramarital bliss. I told her about her interested fan and she said, "Oh, that Elaine. She is from San Jose." I was not interested in where she was from, but what she had taught my wife about the ways of the sexual world. I asked her what she thought of Elaine and she smiled, sweetly, and said, "She is bi, do you mind that she is bi?" I said I didn't mind, but I said what I was wondering was did I now have a bi wife? She laughed, but it was a laugh that told me nothing except that she wasn't going to say anything on the matter right then.

"I am learning so much here this weekend," she announced excitedly. "I am having a great time. Glad we came." What I wanted to know was if she had, come that is, with one of the convention participants. If they were active swingers, they wore a pink bow, either on their shirt, or stuck to a body part if they were nude, which many at the convention were. The hotel gave the convention a whole floor, but they asked them not to wander nude throughout the hotel, which was like asking it not to rain in Seattle.

Participants had rooms on all floors, and many of them went to their rooms the way they walked through the convention area, the nude floor, with the suit they were born in. There were a number of surprised straight guests when elevator doors opened to a elevator car full of naked swingers hanging all over one another. Most of the hotel guests seemed to take it in good humor and chalk it up to 'a new exciting experience,' although a few headed right to the complaint department to voice their outrage at being subjected to "Sodom and Gomorrah" right there in the hotel elevator.

I was selling a copy of my book when Claire arrived on the arm of Jake and a woman who was attached to my wife by way of her fingers wrapped tightly around my wife's like she didn't want to lose her. She told me she had been to Jake's room for drinks and they had found Cheryl already there sleeping off her morning romp with Jake. My wife seemed perfectly okay with the situation, as if it was natural to find a woman sleeping off a morning fuck with the owner of the room.

I asked if she was having fun and she just smiled a response. I found I was handling the possibility of my wife friend-fucking new acquaintances better than I thought I might. For one thing I was too busy to worry much about it, and for another thing it seemed to put her in an extraordinarily good mood. I was thankful for the mood elevation and all the benefits that brought with it.

That night in the hot tub we ran into to Jake and Cheryl and they seemed to be renewing their romp from the previous morning. They were not keeping their romp secret and fucked openly on the edge of the tub as soakers frolicked in various stages of lovemaking around them. I felt fairly conspicuous because I didn't have my dick planted in a vagina or a mouth while we soaked. We may have been the only couple not so involved.

When Jake finished with Cheryl she left and he turned his attention to Claire. He asked her if she felt like dancing, ignoring the fact she was sitting next to me and she was nude. It seemed being dressed was not a necessity for the dance floor, so Claire accepted his invitation and left me in the hot water with the other copulating couples and went to 'dance' with Jake.

I had been soaking for about forty minutes when Claire returned with Jake and said she was going to his room with him and did I mind. "No," I said. "I have plenty of friends here with me in the hot tub." She ignored my sarcasm and kissed me and then went off in the direction of the elevator with Jake, her nude bottom making a fine picture for me as he pushed the elevator button.

I did not see my wife again until nearly midnight and when I saw her it was clear she had been well-fucked by her companion. Her smile said sex and satisfaction and a new attitude about extramarital fucking all at the same time. It was actually a nice smile to see and I was surprisingly pleased that she wore it so openly.

I was fairly sure that all the swingers in the room could recognize that smile as a woman newly introduced to the wonders of non-husband fucking. It amazed me that I was happy to see it. It also amazed me that I wanted to actually hear about it, that I actually could not wait to ask her about her new hobby, fucking strangers. When I told her to go for it if she got hit on, I did feel a twinge of excitement at the possibility, so I had a little foreshadowing of what might come out of the experience with a weekend full of swingers. When she got back in the booth with me, between people asking about nudist "colonies" and free beaches close, I asked her if she and Jake were "getting along" and she once again just smiled, which was hell of a clear answer.

I wanted to come right out and ask her if she fucked him, but I knew she had, what other reason would a woman with a normal sex drive go to his room with him at a swingers convention? Of course she fucked him. The only question was, how many times and in what positions? Claire had become a swinger over the weekend and I was wondering if that definition applied to me. She had made it clear she was not comfortable allowing me the same freedom I had given her.

"I know it is not fair," she said in the car on the way. "I am just not okay with you fucking other women. Sorry, but I can't help it." I told her it was not necessary. That I wasn't looking to fuck other women. When she came back from being with Jake, it was clear she had had an attitude adjustment. She had gone from a woman who said, "I could never do that, to one who obviously could.

The night of the big swingers' dance I watched her dance with a stable full of men who stood around panting while they waited to dance with her. I danced a coupe of times with other women, but it as clear she was not pleased with that. She came back to the table where he were sitting, when she was there, and asked me if I was all right with her new "personality." I said I was, but wasn't sure why, except that I was actually getting a charge out of seeing her so excited and so sexuality electrified.

Somewhere around eleven thirty, I realized I hadn't seen Claire for a while. When she appeared again she was with three men, each one holding part of her. "I just went to a group room," she announced as if she was telling about a sewing circle. "This is Adam, that's Julian, and you know Jake," she said introducing her entourage.

"They took me to the group room," she said joyfully. "Adam fucked me in the ass, Julian screwed my pussy, and Jake made love to my tits," she said using words I had never heard from her. "It really is hot," she announced. "Elaine was there too," she said. "She ate my pussy, and I ate hers. I like bi stuff," she gushed.

I had never seen anyone change so much so fast. My wife had gone from an "I could-not-possibly-do-that woman, to a he-fucked-me-in-the-pussy housewife in less than a weekend. It was the most incredible transition I had ever seen, and it was in the wife I thought I knew well. She had fucked three men and a woman in less time than it usually takes to qualify for medical insurance.

She came to the convention as a monogamous and faithful married lady and would be going home a confirmed swinger and shared housewife with a score of lovers she had just met. Maybe even more surprising than her transition was my own. Here I was listening to her telling me about a "double penetration" when just a short time before I was wondering if I could handle her fucking one other person.

We were packing up our materials and boxes after the event was over and I asked her if she wanted to go with me to the next one. "Jake invited me to one in San Fernando Valley next month. It's not a selling convention, but rather a swinging event without booths and merchandizing. I would like to go. You want to come?" she asked.

I asked if the ground rules had changed, meaning was I an observer only, or a participant. "I told Elaine I might let her fuck you, since she is bi. She said she'd like that. She thinks you're cute," she said with a grin. "I guess if you can let me fuck other guys, then I should b able to let you fuck other women."

I had never heard her use the word 'fuck' or talk about doing it with other people. Here she was telling me she had discussed my fucking another woman with that woman and had given the okay for me to have sex with her.

When we arrived at the gathering in San Fernando Valley, we parked in back of the house and met the 'hostess' in the office where we were interviewed and given the 'rules' of the house. "There is no mercy fucking here," she said. "Feel free to turn down anyone you like. No means no here. All the men here will respect your refusal. Be polite, but just say, 'No thank you.' There is no reason you have to fuck someone you are not attracted to. Okay?" she said.

She said the same thing applied to me. We listened to all the rules, then followed her around the grounds. She showed us the group room, the singles room, and the areas where no open sex was allowed. "You can fuck in the rooms, the jacuzzi, the pool, or on most of the grounds, but not in the areas that are marked with a red X: the meeting room, the kitchen, the library, and the office, and the elevated deck that can be seen from the road.

We sat in the jacuzzi and chatted with some other "newbies" who were on their try-out visit.like us they had not been to a swingers' weekend gathering before. Their names were Tim and Amanda, and they lived in Orange County. "If our neighbors knew we were here they would have a coronary," Amanda said.

"We have been talking about this for years, but we decided to just do it. We like sex and agree that marital possession is not a good thing," he said. "Amanda had an affair," he said openly, "but we decided that mutual sex was best and secret affairs are not wise, but we are not against extramarital sex, so we have come here to free ourselves from the tyranny of fidelity." Then he laughed at how snobbish he sounded. All of us agreed that newbies should not be with newbies, so we got out of the hot tub and we went our separate ways, promising to check back afterwards, exchanging cell phone numbers and email addresses.

Claire and I decided to go to the meeting room to see if we would meet some veteran couples to learn from. In the meeting room we ran into Jake and Elaine, who were there together, and talked to some other experienced couples who advised us to do a singles room together and get more relaxed about sex with strangers.

We made love in the singles room, then chatted with some folks afterward in the meeting room who were in the the same room with us, although they were not with their spouses. They told us all of them had been members for years, and they all said they were committed to the swinging lifestyle.

Claire and I separated at ten when she went with Jake to the singles room. I visited with some folks in the library, then I strolled around the house and as I passed the group room I heard a familiar voice. It was hard for me not to peek in and there on a mattress near one wall I saw my wife on her back with a man pushing into her and another with his head next to hers with his lips pressed against her mouth. It was clear their tongues were busy playing with the other person's tongue. I watched as one man fucked my wife while another man kissed her passionately. Since we were there to do just that, I watched without guilt for about ten minutes.

I later went to the singles room where I had sex with a woman I had met in the hot tub. Her name was Molly and her husband was with a woman named Maggie at the pool. On our way home the next afternoon Claire and I talked about our time at the gathering. She was happy we had gone together, and was pleased she had become more at ease with me being with another woman.

Claire and I have been committed swingers for ten years now. She is currently on a trip with one of her intimate "friends" in Europe, traveling through the south of France, visiting nude resorts that cater to th swinging lifestyle. She met him at the San Fernando Valley resort and has traveled with him on two other occasions. His wife often travels with a friend she made at another location.

We still do the swinger conventions, but now Claire does not spend much time selling in the booth. We have hired a young woman to help with sales. She is not a swinger, although I suspect she may move in that direction eventually. She attends college at the local university and lives with her boyfriend in town. I can confidently say that our first convention we did has changed our lives dramatically. Our marriage, I believe, is stronger now than when we were more possessive and followed monogamy as our guide.