It's important to understand that my wife and I are swingers. We've been in the lifestyle for about ten years at this point and I've enjoyed watching her with other men on several occasions (she's enjoyed seeing me with the wives of those men). We were married for about five years before I told her of my fantasy to watch her take or be taken by another man. It was another five years after that before she admitted she'd love it too and we decided to try it out. When we discovered the spark it added to our sex life at home, we kept experimenting and expanding our sexual play until we were attending house parties and hotel parties and swapping with other couples. Each of us had had playmates we enjoyed alone but we never kept secrets from each other. That was one of our rules going in: we never hid anything from each other. No secrets. No betrayals. Complete honesty. Our marriage was stronger than ever and even though we'd been married over 20 years, our sex life was still hot and active.
So you can imagine, it came as quite a surprise to me one evening when my wife (Dana) turned to me and said, "I have a confession to make."
I thought she was teasing me to come up with some sexy story - fictional as it may be - about some random fuck she'd enjoyed. So I joked back, "Okay... go ahead. Gonna tell me how many guys you entertained while I was on travel?"
Her response was serious and I realized she wasn't teasing or joking. "No," she said quietly. "I've been keeping something from you and while it happened before we were married, we've been so open and come so far in our marriage because of our honesty... I just feel like I need to tell you this."
I could see she was nervous and worried and I couldn't figure out why. There was little she could ever tell me she'd done that would upset me in any way, but there was obviously something she needed to share and I wanted her to feel comfortable doing so. "It's okay, baby," I told her. "You know you can tell me anything and I can't imagine anything you could have done that would upset me." I thought about that for a moment. We had very few rules but two of them were fixed in stone: no pregnancy and no disease. Unless we had confirmed a man as clean and cut (vasectomy) he HAD to wear protection for all intercourse. Had Dana broken one of our fixed rules? Was my wife about to tell me she was pregnant or had picked up something we didn't want? Now I was getting nervous. I stayed quiet so Dana could tell me whatever it was.
"Do you remember when I told you that my bachelorette party had been nothing more than some drinking and dancing at a couple different bars?" Dana asked me. I knew she didn't really require an answer but nodded my head. I had heard the story of her bachelorette party many times. She and two of her closest friends had bar-hopped three or four different local bars in the area where she'd grown up. They'd had a few drinks, but not so much as to be sloppy drunk, had danced a lot and had gone home. At least... that's what I'd always been told. Why was she bringing this up now?
"Well," Dana said, "That's not exactly true... and I want to tell you the truth."
"Okay," I said evenly. "I'm listening."
"Please understand," she said, "I feel bad for having lied to you back then and for not having come clean all these years. I was always afraid of what you'd think of me and even after we got into the lifestyle I was scared you'd be mad that I hid the truth at all."
"Baby," I said, hugging her closer, "it's okay. Whatever you did... whatever happened... it hasn't mattered all these years and it hasn't had any kind of negative impact on our marriage. We're fine. In fact, I'm always happy to listen, but I've never known what happened that night, and I still don't need to know. As long as you're okay..." I let my voice trail away. I had given her an out but I desperately hoped she wouldn't take it.
"No," she replied. "I need to tell you this..." And then she smiled. "And I think you're going to enjoy hearing it to be honest..."
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Dana was an athletic brunette in her mid-20s. She had always been athletic, having played sports all through junior and high school and, after having her first child right before her 21st birthday, her curves had filled out a bit more and her chest grew a cup size to a soft C. Her brown hair was shoulder length and matched her brown eyes perfectly. She had always been a bit of a party girl but it had been restricted to drinking and dancing all through high school. The guy she'd first had sex with ended up getting her pregnant at 20 and then bailed out just a week before the baby was born. As a single mom, Dana leaned on her parents for assistance in caring for her son as she worked a full time job and a part time job. It was a rare occasion when she got to go out with friends. She had had just one boyfriend since her son was born but he hadn't lasted. He was okay as a boyfriend and not terrible in bed, but he sucked as dad material for her son and that had to be taken into consideration.
Then she met Dave. He was about five years older than her and had excellent parental instincts. Although he had no children of his own, he'd been married and was now divorced. Dana had met him at her part time job, where he had also worked seasonally part time, and they became friends. They didn't date for quite a while but when they did start dating it got hot and heavy pretty quick. They were on their third date before having sex, but by the time they'd been dating about six months they were engaged and a year later they'd be getting married.
As the wedding date approached, Dana found herself thinking about the fact that she'd only had sex with three guys: her son's biological father, her short term boyfriend before dating Dave, and Dave. Of the three, Dave was by far the best lover she'd had and she enjoyed that he was very open-minded. He enjoyed going down on her a lot, was considerate when she went down on him, and knew how to use his above-average cock when it came to giving her pussy a good fucking. Yes, they made love, but they both recognized that sometimes "making love" was an energetic and animalistic fuck that satisfied the primal needs.
It was usually after those more physical fuck sessions that Dana found herself wondering about other guys. She wondered what different dicks would feel like... She'd seen porn with curved ones, bigger ones, thicker ones. Dave was more than enough to satisfy her and in some positions he had to be gentle until she got relaxed and used to his size, but she knew there were bigger out there. What would that feel like sliding into her? Stretching her open? She knew how Dave felt fucking her hard and fast from behind, holding her hips and just pounding his cock into her. Did other guys feel the same? On the one hand her curiosities made her feel ashamed. What kind of slut dreamed about other cocks when she had a loving talented fiancé? On the other hand, her pussy throbbed and got dripping wet just thinking about taking those other cocks.
Dana's two best friends were Sherri - a buxom raven haired beauty - and Tina - a tall slender red head. Sherri was married the year before and Tina was an avowed single woman who played the field and bragged about it. While Sherri would often brag about how nice it was to have the same man in her bed every night, Tina would offset that with stories of a different man each weekend, if not numerous times through the week. Tina's stories of having two men at a time, and the one time she took on three guys all together, just made Dana's pussy juice up and her clit tingle. Dana loved Dave and enjoyed few things more than falling asleep cuddled up in his arms (after a great bout of love making), but she found herself wondering what it would be like to have three guys lined up, each fucking her pussy in turn; just using her and fucking her like a female animal made for nothing more than breeding. Her shame over such thoughts faded when she began to visualize herself sucking some stranger's hard cock while Dave was fucking her roughly doggy style.
As Dana's wedding date approached, Sherri and Tina made it known that they were conspiring to set up a bachelorette party for her. Sherri was pushing for a "girls' night" out that would involve some drinking and dancing and maybe some harmless flirting. Tina made it clear that if Dana didn't get royally well fucked by someone other than Dave on the night of her bachelorette party, then something was done wrong. Tina's plan involved drinking, dancing, and flirting that resulted in hot sex. On more than one occasion Tina voiced her outlook that no adult woman should have only experienced four cocks before marriage and certainly any woman planning on getting married should be pursuing all the strange cock she could manage before the big day. Dana remained silent when she listened to her two friends discuss the bachelorette party plans. She liked listening to Sherri talk about being faithful and just enjoying a night out. She even more enjoyed listening to Tina talk about random guys, gratuitous sex and having a sore pussy when she walked down the aisle the next day (if it was timed right).
As things worked out, Dana's bachelorette party was the weekend before her wedding - a full seven days before, so she wouldn't be sore walking down the aisle no matter what she did... or didn't do. Verbally she'd indicated her approval of Sherri's plan to drink and dance and have fun within reason. Silently she had been cheering for Tina's plan and was ashamed of the fact that she loved the idea of finding a handsome stranger to suck and fuck thoroughly as a last fling before getting hitched.
When the Saturday of her party finally arrived, Dana had lunch with Dave and reassured him that nothing illicit would happen that evening. Dave had chuckled, encouraged her to have fun, be safe and "get it all out of her system." She had wondered exactly what he meant by that but took it as permission to do whatever she'd like... as long as she was safe. That evening she dressed to show off her curves in a tight pair of well-worn jeans (with no panties so no lines would show), a bra that held her breasts up high and together for plenty of cleavage, and a shirt buttoned low to insure that all the cleavage could be seen. She put on her makeup lightly and, feeling like a total slut, but just to be safe, stopped at the drug store for a three pack of condoms that she dropped in her purse. She had no intention of needing them but also was honest with herself about all her fantasies and wondering thoughts. She couldn't say for sure that if the opportunity arose she would say no, so she bought protection just in case she gave into that baser side of herself.
Dana's parents were babysitting her son and knew she'd be out late. She hugged and kissed her son goodbye, told him to behave, and then went out to hop in Sherri's car when she heard the horn honk in the driveway around seven. Tina was in the backseat and Dana got the shotgun seat as they headed out. The first stop was a restaurant with a great bar where they could eat a good meal (to get plenty of food in their stomachs) as well as the first round or two of drinks. After that it was off to their first dance bar location for another round and to start their evening of dancing.
They took their time at the restaurant and didn't head to the first dance location until about nine. After one round of drinks (their third for the evening) and dancing to several songs, they headed to the next dance bar about 10:30. At about midnight, after plenty more dancing and another two rounds of drinks, Sherri started talking about how it was time to wrap the night up. Tina scoffed at the idea saying that it was Dana's last night out as a "free woman" and it would be sinful to end it before the bar closed. That sparked a mild argument between Sherri and Tina that only ended when Sherri finally looked at Dana and asked, "It's your night. What do YOU want to do?"
